Raped and Bred [Naya Pakistan]

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OBLIGATORY AND OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: This story is dedicated to dark and extreme fantasies about beautiful women of an imaginary nation. This is a very offensive erotica about inter-faith rape-fantasy, nation-play, faith-play, race-play, hate-fuck, impregnation, forced breeding, cheating-wife, cuckoldry, male-domination, female-enslavement/entrapment and similar nastiness. Emphasis on FANTASY. Everything on this story is fantasy, and doesn’t reflect my actual beliefs. They are not excuses to be racist, communal or misogynistic for real or to be just a shitty person in general. No harm is intended to anyone. None of the events, places, communities and characters exist in real life, and are all purely for the reader’s spicy, and kinky pleasure. These things are generally considered bad, so don’t do any of them. Don’t even watch porn about them, just read stories where no actual human being even has to pretend they are happening. Cool? This is a sexual fantasy that is hot in your head but never in reality. So don’t do them. Glad we had this chat.

 

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Raped and Bred
Naya Pakistan Mazhabi Fantasy Erotica Series
Written by: oneSickPuppy​

Disclaimer: This is a copied story, embellished to make it more palatable to interfaith erotica readers. All credit goes to the original author.

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Part 1

This is the strangest thing to ever happen in my life. Salam (and namaste) friends, my name is Samina Gul. I am twenty three and have been married for three years. I live with my husband Hameed Gul in the suburbs of Lahore.

My husband Hameed is a loving and caring man with a normal sex drive, so I don’t understand what is wrong with me. I was raped two months ago and ever since my shouhar hasn’t wanted to touch me sexually, it has been very lonely and frustrating for me.

My shouhar says that he wants to give me time to get over the trauma, but I think he is the one who needs to get over it. It used to be that when he saw me naked, he would get a raging erection and pounce on me, but now he just walks away.

I just don’t understand why he’s turned off. These days it has become pretty commonplace for a Pakistani girl to get raped by a migrant.

Ever since India had conquered Pakistan, rape, molestation and sexual assault of Pakistani women has become rampant. After our ignominious defeat to the invading Indian Army, vile men with criminal history from India started to colonize our cities and towns, and within a few years our beloved motherland Pakistan became a harem for horny Indian Hindu migrants.

Once rebellions had been crushed and all of Pakistan declared secure by victorious jawans of the Indian Army, hordes of kattar Hindu men from all over India started migrating to occupied Pakistan.

And these lecherous men had only one goal in mind - the total and complete defeat of Pakistan.

Jawans of the mighty Indian Army had conquered Pakistan militarily. With the arrival of Indian hardliner, pro-Hindutva settlers, began the sexual conquest of Pakistan.

A good looking, fair-skinned, traditional and pious Pakistani mussalmaan girl is an irresistible aphrodisiac drug to horny Indian Hindu men.

And why not? Pakistan is a land of beautiful women. A typical Pakistani muslim woman has lighter skin tone, sharper facial features, curvy and voluptuous figure thanks to meat-based diet - features which are highly desirable to brown skinned, vegetarian and often malnourished Indian Hindu men.

The migrant Hindus who have colonized Pakistan are aggressive, violent and dominant alpha-males. Not surprisingly they treat muslim Pakistani ladies as rapemeats. The wholesale sexual assault on Pakistani women had become so commonplace that Pakistan has now been reduced to the new “rape country”, displacing India.

 

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So you see it’s no longer a big deal for Pakistani women to get raped by Indian migrant men. It's a sad fact of life, but that's the reality for Pakistani mussalman aurats who are considered chattels or personal properties of Hindu settlers.

My shouhar was so unsettled by the rape of his begum that he decided to buy a guard dog for protection. I was against it, as dogs are considered filthy animals and haram in our mazhab. But Hameed was adamant and took me along to look for a dog. He tried to push me toward the intimidating German Sheppards, but I kept looking at the cute cuddly dogs. But Hameed insisted my protector needed to be a big dog - a dog that would deter future rapists.

We didn’t find a big and intimidating dog in the pet store, so we returned home.

A few days later, my shouhar brought home a big dog. It was a Gaddi Kutta dog, an enormous mastiff-type breed originating from northern India. Hameed didn’t say where he found the dog, but said he had purchased it from a neighbour. I felt intimidated by the enormous bulk of the dog, but decided to accept my husbands gift. We named him Raja as the dog looked majestic.

Well with that done, I thought maybe now my shouhar will want to make love again, I tried for days to get him excited but he just ignored me and played with Raja.

Now it has gotten so bad that when he goes to office, I am so horny I can’t stand it and I masturbate intensely, the bad part is that I fantasize about the rape.

 

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The man who raped me was a dark-skinned Indian guy, built like a farmer, you know big and stocky, and his uncircumcised lund was huge! I would say maybe nine or ten inches long, and four maybe four and a half inches around. Let me tell you it was an achievement for him to fit that monster inside me, I am five foot even.

Any way, I had to run out to the store late one evening to buy some groceries, because I had run out of sugar and flour and I needed to prepare tea and make chapatis for dinner before my husband returned from work.

After I bought the items and walked out of the shop there he was. At first I didn’t notice him, but when I passed by him I saw him out of the corner of my eye starting to follow me.

I wasn’t thinking about it until I heard his footsteps closing in behind me, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him. I didn’t get to see his face clearly, but I saw the black handkerchief in his hands which he pressed against my nose… and that was the last thing I remember… until I woke up in the high-school football field.

 

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He had stripped me totally naked, and had tied both my wrists above my head to the iron goal post. I was frightened when I came to senses, seeing him stand over the top of me pulling off his kurta and unbuckling his belt.

I started to scream when he leaned down over the top of me and whispered, “If you scream, I will cut your throat. If you stay quite, when I’m done you will get to go home!”

I wanted to scream again but his eyes told me that if I complied I wouldn’t be hurt.

I lay there the, cool short grass tickling my back as I stared up at him while he lowered his pants and then dropped his chaddis. I gasped seeing his uncircumcised lund spring out, like I said it was just amazing! It was so big, and thick! His Indian uncircumcised loda was twice the size of my shouhar’s!

I whimpered and cried as he lay down next to me and started to grope my pakeezah body with his strong, large hands. He ran his fingers up my belly and gently cupped my D-cup mummays, as he nuzzled my neck and then began to tug at my hard nipples. I gasped and groaned pulling at my binds, but he had tied me too good.

I didn’t know what to do. I had to submit, but he was being so tender it was actually feeling nice. He kissed and suckled my earlobes as he worked his hand over my tummy again, I really started to wrestle with the ropes and roll away from him knowing he was moving to my choot.

It really was no use he rolled slightly on top of me pinning me down and worked his finger through my bald pussy.

He said, “That’s what I love about you Paki mulli randis, you have hairless bald choots - just like teen girls…”

He worked up and down my slit, and though I had started to clamp my legs closed he got in between and was using my own juice to lather me up. In spite of myself I was already feeling excited and my mind was trashed trying to figure out what was happening.

While he was playing with my bald choot, he moved his head down to my chest and started to suck on my nipples. I gritted my teeth, feeling his tongue and lips working on my aching brown areola, it was agony the anticipation waiting for the feeling of him to start sucking my nipple.

Suddenly he scooped it up between his lips and I was lost, I felt my hips start to undulate as his fingers worked over my clit and into my sopping wet choot.


“Ooouuuummmmhh… arrey, no milk??” he remarked as he was grating my itchy, sensitive nipples between his teeth, “No tension, my Paki rani, I am going to fill them up with duddu…”

He kept this up for nearly ten minutes and I was racked with guilt because he was making me so hot and aroused, and it was rape after all.

 

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Next he moved down my body and worked his lips over my stomach and to my mound I was nearly hyperventilating feeling his lips grasping my choot lips and tugging gently teasing me before he pushed his tongue down on my clit.

Again my conflicting thoughts had me making mock protest in whimpering whispers while my hips rose up to meet his oral assault. His tongue flicked over my clit and he sucked it in between his lips, I spread my legs wider letting his head drop down between and he worked his Indian tongue into my wet Pakistani choot.

I tried not to like it but I was moaning and withering there in the grass tied to a goal post with a Hindu migrant giving me incredible oral sex, I was gasping and moaning feeling like I was ready to explode. I had completely forgot about crying or protesting now I could feel the tear stains drying on my cheeks as I huffed out in a lusty tone. I was so close it didn’t matter who it was I just wanted to cum he was working my clit so good I could hardly stand it.

Suddenly he stopped and I felt my body still moving I wanted to tell him to keep it up but I couldn’t, I had to submit my body but if I went vocal I knew my mind was gone.

My eyes fluttered open and I watched as he got up and walked around between my legs standing there his enormous uncircumcised lund jutting out proudly, my eyes went wide seeing the massiveness of it again.

Then he dropped to his knees in between my legs. His lund bounced and flopped slapping it’s head on my thigh, I gasped and found my sanity again realizing he was about to put that huge thing inside me.

I started to cry and roll away, but he grabbed my twisting hips with his big hands and pinned me flat to the ground.

I was in shock watching between my legs as he lowered himself on me, I was muttering, “NO, oh All*h NO!”

I felt the bulbous head nudging at my opening and in a last ditch effort I tugged on the ropes trying to pull away. I slipped away on the dewy grass and started to kick at him but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back down. I had spent all my energy on that last escape attempt and was huffing in air I let out a deep groaning gasp as I felt the head of his uncut lund slip between my wet choot lips.

Unable to fight anymore I only managed a feeble verbal struggle saying, “Please bhaijaan, I am married, I have been with only one man…”

If he heard me he didn’t show it as he attempted to slide his lund into me. I yelled at the sheer size of it and the sudden thrust then whimpered, “Ya’all*h! It won’t fit, it’s so BIG! my phuddi is too small!’

That he heard and, he whispered in my ear, “No tension, madamjee.. By the end of the night it won’t be too big for your choot!”

I whined and whimpered but he continued to push the massive lund into me I gasped and withered then with a groan managed to say “SLOWLY, please?”

My statement shocked me at first then I thought to myself, “I am just trying to make it less painful” but that was lame justification.

With that he moved with more care as he eased it inside me filling me up with his thick Indian lund.

Soon he had it all in my aching Pakistani choot and began to move I was shocked that he fit it inside me and watched with wonder as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. I became ashamed of myself as I marveled that I could fit such a big lund in my little choot and it actually felt sooo good!

He knew what he was doing he had worked me up to the edge of orgasm with his tongue on my choot and now his lund was sawing away inside of me, the upper edge of his shaft gnawing away at my clit. His mouth was working back and forth on my swinging mummays licking and sucking hard on each sensitive nipple and I was arching my back and pressing them into his face. My nipples were tender and aching but it felt so erotic as he began to nibble them roughly with his teeth.

My husband never paid much attention to my breasts during sex so this was all new to me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan but the longer he fucked me the closer I got to orgasm and before long I was raising my hips to meet his thrust and moaning like a whore!

I squealed and wrapped my legs around his hairy buttocks thrusting my hips at him burying his uncircumcised Indian lund inside me as I came, I was shuddering and whimpering incoherently as my orgasm coursed through my body.

Then I dropped back down and I lay limp as he kept pumping away my body rocking with the rhythm of his penetrating thrust my tiny mummays jiggling lightly, my hard nipples glistening with his saliva, it felt heavenly having his big lund sloshing away inside me as I came down from my orgasm.

 

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Suddenly he picked up speed and was really ramming me deep and almost painful, he was grunting hard and low my whole body shook as he gripped my hips and lifted me up impaling me with his throbbing trishool lund. I could feel it twitching inside me and my eyes shot open and wide as I knew he was going to cum.

I cried out, “YA’ALL*H NO, PLEASE DON’T CUM INSIDE ME! I’M NOT ON THE PILL!”

If he heard that he showed no sign as he collapsed on top of me and I felt the hot jets of his Hindustani cum filling me up and squirting out around the base his lund where it was embedded between my wide, stretched choot lips and it began to drizzle down my gaand cheeks.

I clenched my eyes closed and shuddered feeling the slippery veerya working around his lund and the wet sloshing noises that came from my choot. I whimpered in shock, my husband and I had always practiced the rhythm method and he would pull out and gently spray his load on my belly.

Now it felt like gallons of potent Indian hunter sperm were swimming in my Pakistani fertile womb, I started to cry again thinking about what might happen but he just kept pumping his lund back and forth pumping more cum into me and to my shame it made me have a secondary orgasm.

I was shocked when he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine my eyes shot wide open, I thought “Ya’All*h! This filthy Hindu was trying to kiss me!?!?”

I clamped my mouth closed but he kept his lips working on mine until they parted and his tongue slipped inside. His tongue found mine and began to flick it back and forth in an erotic dance that was so sensuous that I couldn’t help myself and I kissed back.

When the kiss broke he lowered his head back to my chest and began working on my mummays again, I just stared up the length of white football goal post and took in the stars waving back and forth in the sky my head rolling up and back with the rhythm of his thrust.

 

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He had not finished with me yet and proceeded to fuck me four more times that night. Each time I shamelessly had a mind blowing orgasm and a series of mini orgasms when he would flood my Pakistani choot with his Indian baby-making fuck-cream.

I felt so guilty as I let my Hindu rapist kiss me and even enjoyed kissing back with equal enthusiasm and having him play with my mummays made me hornier than I have ever been in my life.

After the last fuck I thought he would be done. But my Indian rapist kept pumping away until his lund was hard again inside me, then he pulled it out of me and crawled up kneeling by my head. I looked over at his uncircumcised lund the head was nearly purple, and the shaft had thick veins that coursed up the length. The taught skin was brown and raw looking, and I assumed it got that way from being gripped by my tiny pakeezah choot.

I felt him gently cup the back of my head and I looked up into his eyes, I could tell what he wanted, but I was so weak I feebly clamped my mouth tight as he nudged his uncircumcised cockhead at my face.

He smeared the mixture of our juices over my cheeks and lips as I made a muffled whine, I could smell my musky choot juice on my upper lip as he rubbed his lund over my chin and back up.

I had never sucked my husband’s lund after he had put it inside of me but something about the smell and feel of his uncircumcised lund head on my face was exciting to me.

He placed a thumb on my chin and applied gentle pressure and I simply gave up and opened my mouth, the enormous head slipped past my lips and over my tongue as he pulled my head toward his crotch. I just held his uncut lund in my mouth as he held my head up for me then I began to gently suckle then bob my head and finally began to blow my Hindu rapist.

He was moaning and tossing his head back and forth as I sucked his uncircumcised lund, he would look down on my tear stained face and comment how pretty I looked, my husband never said anything when I gave him blowjobs.

Soon my Indian rapist began to pull my head toward him and pump his uncircumcised lund into my pakeezah mouth. All of a sudden he held my head still and began to quake, my eyes went wide as I realized he was going to cum in my mouth.

I made a muffled plea and I wrenched my head back and forth trying to dislodge his twitching fat lund but it was useless. I could feel his hot sperm spurt out onto my tongue, huge gobs sliding down my lapping tongue to the back of my throat choking me until I swallowed it.

I had never swallowed my husband’s cum; he never seemed to want that, he just wanted me to make him hard in my mouth before he made love to me.

But now I could feel the slimy Hindu cum pressing out passed my lips clamped on his lund and rolling down my chin and neck. Something about the way my Hindu rapist was making that animalistic grunting moan was turning me on, and I kept sucking until he pulled his fat lund from my gasping mouth.

I don’t know what came over me but I lay there as he let go of my head, craning my neck and kissing all along his mighty Indian bull-cock shaft while he rubbed his dripping uncircumcised lund all over my pretty Pakistani face.

He watched me serve his fat uncircumcised lund and said, “Cock-dumb Paki randis look so pretty with uncut Indian lund on their gori pakeezah faces!”

I nodded in agreement as I continued to lick and kiss his throbbing shaft.

 

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The next thing I remembered was the cold drizzling of rain on my face and body. I shook my head, I looked around and it was almost dawn. I looked down my body my legs were spread wide and I could see my choot was gaping wide from the fucking I had got all night long, my mummays were standing up and the nipples were still hard as a raisin, they were brown and raw.

My Indian rapist had disappeared. He had fucked his Pakistani rapemeat all night on the deserted football ground, and had abandoned her like a worthless whore. I was still tied to the goalpost.

As the spray of raindrops washed the sperm and sweat from my belly and pubes I gasped as the cold stinging spray soaked my semen-stained face. I squealed in distress and then I heard a voice all back, I dropped my head back onto the ground in the wet grass with a splash and turned to look where the voice had come from.

I saw the grounds keeper running toward me then I closed my eyes again.

 

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The next thing I remember was sitting in the hospital being probed and prodded for a rape kit.

The police officer arrived for my interview, and asked intimate questions. What he did with me, how many times did he fuck me, why did I not resist, if he came inside me, how many times did he dumped his cum in me, if I had orgasmed when he raped me, and how many times did I come… all this in front of my shell shocked husband.

I related the whole story, but for some reason, though I had seen my assailants face hovering over me for nearly six hours, I couldn’t describe him. Or though I had felt his cum gushing into my aching choot and mouth I couldn’t remember that either. And I surely wasn’t going to tell them in front of my husband that had more orgasms than in our entire three years of marriage in one night!

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Part 2

A month later to the day we got a call from the local police telling us that the DNA evidence was no good, that they were shutting my case as there were so many pending investigations of Pakistani women reportedly raped by migrants. My husband was furious and left for work without even kissing me good bye.

That was this morning, and now I was in the shower soaping my body the events of that night are in my head and I am furiously working my soapy fingers on my clit and pinching my nipples hard gasping trying to bring on an orgasm.

A sudden shock of reality as I hear Raja bark and I whimper and give up, rinsing off I let the water spray over my heated body until it ran cold then decide to climb out of the shower.

As I am drying off, my husband’s dog bumps the door with his snout and pushes it open. At first I am startled not knowing what had caused the door to swing open so rapidly then his big head pops in with his tongue dangling from his panting mouth.

I gasped, then giggled seeing his friendly face and step over and pat his head and scratch his ears. Raja laps at my hand and arm as if he can taste something on them… maybe the soap… or is it my cunt juice?

I pat him on the head one more time then and tell him to scoot off then lean up and start to dry my hair. Raja plops down on his hind end on the bathroom rug and watches me.

I just smile and tell him, “Okay Raja-jee, if you want to watch me brush my hair, it’s your choice…”

I drop my towel and start to run my fingers through my hair loosening up the tangled strands as I am doing this I hear him huffing, I look in the mirror at his reflection he has his head tilted up and is sniffing the air, I look back over my shoulder and around wondering what it is that he smells. I dismiss it and reach for my brush on the back of the toilet.

I shriek as I feel Raja’s warm nose press into my ass cheeks and that is when I realize what it is that he smelled in the air, my own sexual scent had him curious.

I feel his long tongue snake out between my slightly spread legs and lap from my clit to my asshole in one long lap. Raja makes four or five quick lashes at my wet choot before I can react and I gasp and shiver half from fright half from the sensation.

I gain my control again and I lean upright quickly and swat at his muzzle trying to push his face out of my crotch.

Raja shakes his head as I scold him and try to push him out of the bathroom. But he is intent and the smell is driving him wild, suddenly he growls and bares his teeth I become frightened and retreat back into the bathroom and close the door.

Standing there with my back to the door panting with the exertion I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror. I quickly close my eyes and whimper and cry but my mind is on his tongue rasping over my hard clit and for a brief time how good it felt!

 

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Suddenly I feel a hard thump on the door and I am pushed head long face forward onto the bathroom rug.

I must have bumped my head on the toilet and blacked out momentarily, when I awoke I was sprawled on the floor and I could feel Raja licking between my legs again.

I was still groggy and softly swatted at his head missing every time; he was really going at it his tongue working up and down my ass crack and over my swollen choot lips. I gasped as I felt his tongue swirl over my clit and then poke into my wet choot, he works it back and forth inside me drinking in my choot juice and I start to moan. “Ya khuda! What is going on? What has gotten into this filthy dog??!!”

I am asking myself but I feel my hips moving in time with his tongue it feels so good inside me.

I lay there for several minutes really just letting my kutta lick my choot before I look back over my shoulder and watch him work then my gaze works its way down his long lean body. I gasp in shock as I see his pink lund head poking out of its furry sheath.

My sanity comes back, and quickly I jump up and bolt through the door and start down the hallway. But my feet are still wet and I slip on the hardwood and tumble to the floor, Raja is right on my heels.

I barely manage to get to my hands and knees before I feel his heavy paws on my shoulders. I scream in fear as he starts to mount me, I am struggling and trying to crawl away but he weighs almost seventy kilos and has his whole body up on my back.

Suddenly I feel his hips thrusting and the poking of his lund head at and around my choot and gaand, I screech loudly but the kutta is too engrossed to even hear it. Just as quickly he found his mark and I feel his cockhead poke between my wet choot lips. I gasp and Raja starts to thrust harder, now I can feel the length becoming unsheathed and penetrating me and I begin to sob and cry.

His hot breath is panting out on the back of my neck his tongue drooling saliva down onto my back as my husbands dog fucks me. With each thrust more of his doggy lund is stretching out from his sheath and slipping inside me to my dismay.

The dog is heavy on my back and I drop down on my elbows. This must have given him a better angle because now his lund began to really grow inside me, I didn’t know how long a dog lund could be but it was deep.

Raja started to thrust in earnest and I was grunting with each poke of his lund. I could feel something larger on his shaft and realized that it was his knot. My eyes went wide as I realized he was going to try and push that into my choot as well.

I clawed at the slick floor but could gain no ground and suddenly I felt the bulb of flesh push past my choot lips and penetrate.

It really hurt at first it was massive I was sobbing as my dog fucked me hard, but then something inside of me started to break and I was pushing back at him. I gasped in shock as I fucked back at my Indian-breed dog realizing what I was doing.

I whimpered, “N-N-no I don’t want to cum on a doggy lulla!!!”

But it was too late and my orgasm ripped through my groin up my spine and over my belly, my choot was clutching at his knot and Raja was grunting now feeling my strong Pakistani choot muscles massaging his Indian doggy lund. Now he started to plow into me even harder his paws clutching at my shoulder blades and his toe nails digging in the feeling threw me into another orgasmic torrent and I thrashed around under him like a bitch in heat. I could feel his pace quicken and for some reason sanity worked its way back into my warped mind and I cried out, “OH NO, RAJAAAA DON’T DO IT!”

But it was too late and I could feel his hot cum squirting deep in my choot.

I began to sob again as another series of mini orgasms rippled through me and I was thinking, “What is wrong with me I just got raped by my dog and I liked it?”

Raja tried to pull back but we were knotted and as hard as he tried to pull back he just tugged me along with him it was hurting and I was gritting my teeth and begging him to stop. He lifted his paws and stepped to the side then around behind me so we were ass to ass and tried pull free but he just dragged me down the corridor with his doggy cock stuck in my bitch pussy. I whimpered and sobbed until we got to the living room and Raja lay down on the carpet in front of the television.

I lay there on my side with my dogs lund embedded in my choot, with one his paws draped over my shoulder waiting for his knot to shrink up so his doggy lund would slide out of me. After about ten minutes it still hadn’t subsided and I began to worry, but I thought maybe if I helped him relax. I petted his furry coat and patted his haunches as he began to lick my face, at first it was alright then I started to get disgusted with myself because it felt good having my choot full and him “kissing” me.

Soon it shrank enough and plopped out of me I rolled away and stood up feeling my Indian dogs trapped doggy sperm trickle down my thighs once I had gotten to my feet. I looked back at him he lay there with his tongue dangle from his mouth as he leaned his head up looking at me with those big dark eyes and I just shook my head and said, “It’s not your fault, Raja… you just followed your instincts”

Then I headed to the bathroom to clean up again. I squatted on the toilet and squeezed out the remainder of my Indian dogs cum before I took a wash cloth and wiped my aching raw phuddi clean. I stood up and looked back over my shoulder at the scratches Raja had left on my back. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my body and walked out of the bathroom toward the bedroom.

 

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I sat down on the bed sobbing with my face in my hands the tears trickling through my fingers then I felt a presence in the room, Raja was there he came up to me and started to lick my tear drops from my hands and when I pulled them away he was licking them from my cheeks.

I pushed him away and scolded him saying, “NO, bad kutta! You raped me and that is a bad, bad dog!”

Raja was laying his head on my lap and nuzzling and I just couldn’t be mad at him I started to stroke his face gently then he shocked me by nuzzling his snout up under my towel toward my choot. Apparently he wasn’t done yet.

I pushed his head away and started to crawl up the bed scooting my gaand but this succeeded in dragging the towel from around my body. Raja followed me on the bed and again I could see the pink head of his lund working out of his sheath.

I was terrified and not thinking when I tumbled off the bed. I shook my head and reached up and took hold of the mattress to lift myself and pulled my torso onto the bed. I looked around where Raja had been but he was gone. I dropped my head onto the sheets in relief. My arse bent over the edge, then I felt him pounce on me!

I screamed but he had me pinned to the mattress and was working at me again.

I tried to crawl up onto the bed but my lower half was trapped at the hip beneath his weight and I could feel his doggy lund poking at my backside again. I was sobbing and begging the dog to get off of me but he held me down with all his weight. Either it was the angle I was at or his aim wasn’t as good but I suddenly felt his cock head poking at my asshole!

As anal intercourse is considered haram in Sunni Islam, I had never had anal sex with my husband and I had never really thought of that as making love. My eyes went wide and I struggled to pull free but suddenly Rajas cockhead made its painful entrance into my anus. I screamed a shrill loud long cry of pain as his doggy cock-head shucked past my virgin anal ring.

I was trying to move away but he just kept pumping until I felt the knot and my whole body trembled as he bore down and drilled it into my gaand, it hurt so bad I must have passed out.

 

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When I came to he was pumping away his lund making long deep strokes into my gaand and for some reason although it hurt I knew I could bear it. He kept pumping away until I felt his lund expand and then I felt his hot sperm jetting out into my gaand, I shuddered and came along with my dog this time his knot shrank rather quickly and he tugged his lund out of my stretched gaand with a painful pop. I lay there gasping, my heart pounding in my chest having just had my first anally induced orgasm and from a dog at that.

I was so weak that I just lay there as I felt Raja licking his doggy jizz from my ravaged bunghole and I just shivered from the feeling of his tongue working over my choot lips and up my ass crack, it really was soothing.

Whatever it was something must have sparked in his libido but Raja had to mount me again. This time I knew I couldn’t get away but I scooted my hips up onto the mattress a bit and pushed my face down burying it in the sheets. This worked, as he managed to thrust his Indian doggy lund right into my Pakistani bitch-choot this time. I was quite and obedient as he pumped his doggy lund in me and even wiggled my gaand back sliding my choot over his knot so he wouldn’t have to work so hard. My Indian-breed dog was fucking me and I was his Pakistani bitch-wife.

I turned my head to the side as he pounded away and let him lap his tongue lovingly at my tear stained cheeks. I even flicked my tongue out licking his doggy tongue as well. Raja fucked me through three orgasms before his knot ballooned and he filled me with his doggy cum and gently pulled out of my aching choot, then leaned down and licked me clean, in the process giving me another series of mini orgasms.

Raja climbed up on the bed and lay down with his red lund at my face as if he wanted me to reciprocate. When I didn’t move right away, he scooted closer nudging his lund on my cheek. I obediently licked my juices from his doggy lund as he had done for me. I even sucked on the head of his lund pulling small steams of doggy cum into my mouth and swallowing them eagerly.

When he was done Raja hopped off the bed and trotted off out of the bedroom like nothing was wrong. I picked myself up with aching limbs and went to the bathroom for another shower, this time locking the door before I did. As I washed the doggy sperm from my sex wracked body, I thought how this could happen to me? Raped by an Hindustani man a month ago, and now by my own Indian dog today!

What was it that made me their target?

 

[oneSickPuppy]

When five o’clock arrived, I heard my husband’s motorbike pull into the garage and I waited for him to come in.

He seemed to be chatting with one of the neighbors for a long time before he made his way to the door. I was sitting on the couch trying to think of a way to tell him his dog had raped his pregnant wife, or even if I should.

When Hameed stepped in he was accompanied by another man, announcing him as the breeder of my Indian-breed dog.

I looked up and was in total shock! Ya All*h! It was my Hindu rapist!

I hardly heard my husband saying that this was the man who raised Raja, now I knew where the dog got it. Not only did the nasty Hindu man practiced it himself, he had also trained his Hindustani dogs to entrap, rape and breed Pakistani women!

But as I stared at the stranger I knew I couldn’t tell my husband about the dog or the positive pregnancy test I took earlier today, not today at least.

I kept looking at the “Breeder” and knew my life would never be the same. His eyes held a knowing look and his smile showing he had not forgotten me.

I smiled at him and stood up and greeted him.

Hameed seemed to notice the eye contacts between us, as he asked, “Mahavir jee, have you met my wife Samina already?”

I was embarrassed, as a bright pink blush revealed the turbulence inside my head.

So, that was the name of my Indian rapist, and the father of my baby - Mahavir.

With a cold chill crawling up my spine as with a sweet tone Mahavir asked, “I don’t know… Have we met before, Samina ji?”

I smiled back and said, “I don't know... maybe?”

Mahavir shook his head with a wink and said, “I am sure it will come to us!”

Then Mahavir noticed my dog Raja, sitting at a distance and observing us. He then looked at me. I knew immediately what he was thinking, and I blushed again deeply, and Mahavir smiled an all-knowing smile.

Mahavir then looked at my tummy, and exclaimed, "Badhai ho, Hameed bhaijaan!"

My showhar was puzzled, "uhhh... thanks, but what for, Mahavir bhai?"

Mahavir then looked at me, and asked, "ohhh bhabiji, you haven't told your husband yet?"

By now I was blushing furiously. How did this man know I was pregnant with his child?

Mahavir chuckled, and asked, "Bhabiji, you are expecting, naa??"

I smiled back and said, “I don't know... maybe?”

Mahavir smiled, and explained, "You see Hameed bhai, I had spent so much time breeding dogs that I can now sense a pregnant bitche the moment I lay my eyes on one..."

My husband was looking back and forth between us inquisitively but in the end just shrugged it off.

The thrill of it was maddening and as I invited him to dinner with my husband and I, I knew I had resigned myself to be a Pakistani rape-magnet for Hindustani men and their dogs from now on…

--- End of Part 2 ---​

 

[ronylol]

super one

 

[sachinproh]

wow great story

 

[oneSickPuppy]

super one

wow great story

Thanks guys... if there's enough interest in this, I might think about proceeding further with the story.

 

[sachinproh]

yes love to make more like this and proceed further

 

[Cyggi30]

Add more girls bro