The Roommate Who Didn’t Ask, they do sex when they want

Her name was Sana. First-year, nineteen, from Lucknow. She had kissed two boys in school and let one of them touch her under her clothes once. That was the full extent of her experience when the hostel allotment put her in Room 184 with Kabir.

Kabir was third-year, twenty-two, tall, quiet, and already known on his previous floor for never needing to raise his voice. He looked at Sana the first night the way a man looks at something he has already decided belongs to him. He did not smile. He simply told her which side of the single bed she would sleep on.

The room was the usual size: one narrow bed, one cupboard, almost no floor space. Sana tried to keep distance. Kabir did not allow it for long.

Night One

He waited until the corridor lights dimmed. Then he locked the door, switched off the main light, and told her to take off her clothes. When she hesitated he simply repeated the sentence. His tone made it clear there would be no third request.

Sana undressed with shaking hands. Kabir walked around her once, slow, inspecting. He cupped one breast, then the other, testing the weight. He slid two fingers between her legs and found her still dry. He clicked his tongue softly.

“We’ll fix that.”

He pushed her onto the bed, spread her thighs, and put his mouth on her. He licked her with long, flat strokes, then focused on her clit with a steady rhythm that forced her body to respond even while her mind still resisted. When she was wet enough he rose, rolled on a condom, and entered her in one continuous thrust.

Sana cried out. Kabir held her hips down and fucked her with deep, measured strokes, watching her face the entire time. He did not kiss her. He did not speak except to tell her when to open her legs wider. When he came he stayed inside her until he softened, then pulled out and told her to clean herself.

That was the first night.

Night Three

He taught her to use her mouth.

Kabir sat on the edge of the bed and made Sana kneel between his legs. He instructed her with short, precise corrections: slower, more tongue, use your hand at the same time, look up at me. When she gagged he held her head in place until she learned to breathe through it. He came in her mouth and made her swallow. Afterward he pulled her up, bent her over the same edge of the bed, and took her from behind while she was still wiping her lips.

Night Six

He stopped using condoms.

Sana protested once. Kabir looked at her and asked if she really wanted to have that conversation. She did not. From that night he finished inside her every time. He liked to hold himself deep and grind against her cervix while he came, making sure she felt every pulse. Sometimes he made her stay in position afterward so nothing would run out too quickly.

Night Nine – The First Time He Shared Her

Kabir brought a friend.

The friend was another third-year, broader and less patient. Kabir told Sana to undress and lie on her back. He held her wrists above her head while his friend took her first. The friend was thicker and rougher; Sana’s eyes watered from the stretch. When the friend finished, Kabir took his place immediately, fucking her through the oversensitivity until he came inside her as well. They left her on the bed with their combined release leaking out of her and did not stay to clean her up.

Night Twelve – All Night

Kabir decided they would not sleep.

He started with her mouth, then moved to full intercourse, then made her ride him while he gripped her waist and controlled the depth. When she tired he turned her onto her hands and knees and continued. He used her ass for the first time that night — slow at first, then harder once her body accepted him. He alternated between her pussy and her ass for nearly an hour, finishing in the tighter of the two. After a short rest he woke her again and repeated most of the sequence. By the time the sky started lightening, Sana could not close her legs without wincing. Kabir slept deeply. She lay awake, body used in every way he had wanted, the narrow bed still smelling of everything they had done.

Night Fifteen – The Lesson

Kabir invited two seniors.

Sana was already undressed when they arrived. Kabir told her to kneel and take each of them in her mouth while the others watched. Afterward they used her on the bed in rotation — one in her mouth, one in her pussy, then switching. At one point she was on her side, one senior fucking her from behind while Kabir used her mouth. They kept her in that position until both men finished. The third man took her last, slower, almost careful, but still finished inside her. When they left, Kabir made her thank each of them at the door.

Sana stopped counting the nights after that.

Her days became a performance of normality — classes, mess, library. Her nights belonged entirely to Kabir. He decided when she would suck him, when she would be on her back, when she would be on her knees, when she would take him in her ass, when other men would be invited. She learned to come from being used, even when she did not want to. She learned to stay wet for him. She learned that refusal only delayed the same outcome.

The single bed that had once felt like a threat became the place where her body was trained, stretched, filled, and exhausted on a schedule she no longer tried to negotiate.

Kabir never asked her if she was happy.
He only told her when to open her legs.

And every night, in Room 184, she did.

One Narrow Bed - Horny story of an Indian college

 The hostel policy at the Institute of Technology was simple and absolute: every room was co-ed, every bed was single, and no one was allowed to request a change.

Anvi and Anika were identical twins, twenty years old, and still virgin after fourteen months in the building. They had survived by discipline — backs to each other on the narrow mattress, careful turns while changing, refusals to every party invitation. Most people on their floor had already given in to the forced proximity. The twins had not.

That changed on a Thursday night in October.

The man who entered their room was a final-year PhD student named Faris. Tall, solid, with the calm authority of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to be obeyed. His father was a respected religious teacher; Faris carried that same certainty into everything he did. He was known, in quiet circles, for one particular preference: he liked to be the first.

He locked the door, switched off the overhead light, and sat on the only chair. For almost two hours he did not touch them. He only spoke.

He told them that remaining untouched in a place like this was no longer purity — it was denial. He said the single bed had already decided their future; the only question was who would enforce it. He spoke about duty, about the body, about how resistance only made the eventual surrender more complete. He never threatened violence. He simply refused to leave and refused to accept no.

By the time he stood up, both sisters were exhausted from arguing. Anika’s voice had already thinned. Anvi still held her jaw tight, but her eyes showed the first real crack.

Faris ordered them to undress. When Anvi hesitated, he simply waited, heavy and patient, until the silence itself became unbearable. Clothes came off. The twins sat side by side on the narrow bed, naked, the same body twice over, still closed to anyone’s touch.

He started with Anika.

He laid her down, spread her legs with deliberate hands, and looked at the untouched place between them for a long moment before he lowered his mouth. He licked her open with slow, thorough strokes until her thighs trembled and her breath turned uneven. Only when she was wet did he rise, position himself, and push inside in one continuous thrust.

Anika’s back arched. A broken sound left her throat. Faris held her hips down and kept going, deep and steady, watching her face while he took what no one else had taken. He fucked her through the pain until the pain began to change shape. When he finally came, he stayed buried inside her, grinding the last pulses against her cervix, before he pulled out and turned to her sister.

Anvi tried to fight. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used his weight to keep her open. The first penetration made her cry out louder than Anika had. Faris did not slow down. He drove into her with the same measured force, claiming the second virginity of the night with the same focused satisfaction. Tears ran from the corners of Anvi’s eyes into her hair. He kissed them away without tenderness and kept thrusting until her body stopped trying to reject him.

He took both of them twice more before the night ended — once each on their hands and knees, once each with their legs over his shoulders so he could watch every expression. He made them look at each other while he did it. He made them acknowledge that the boundary they had protected for a year was gone.

When he finally dressed and unlocked the door, the twins lay tangled on the ruined sheet, legs weak, the evidence of their first time streaked across their thighs and the mattress. Faris looked at them once, satisfied, and left without a word of comfort or threat.

The next morning the floor smelled of festival sweets and departure. Most students were already on trains home for Diwali. Anvi and Anika stayed in Room 221. They showered in silence, changed the sheet, and sat on opposite ends of the same narrow bed that had held them through the night.

They no longer slept back to back.

Faris returned three nights later.
And the night after that.

The twins stopped refusing the door.
There was no longer anything left to protect.

Raaja Ne Saare Muslim Ladkon Ko Ikaththa Karke Diya Hindu Ladiyon Ka Open Licence

 Saal tha lagbhag 1706-07.

82 saal ka woh Sex Counsellor ab sirf individual cases nahi dekh raha tha. Usne socha ki ab badi game khelni chahiye. Ek raat usne ilake ke saare un Muslim ladkon ko secret meeting ke liye bulaya jinke paas Hindu girlfriend thi.

Meeting kisi purani masjid ke peeche ek band kamre mein hui. Kamre mein 28-30 ladke baithe the. Kuch 22 ke the, kuch 30 ke. Sabke chehre pe hiras aur gandagi ki chamak thi.

Buddha Maulvi takht par baitha. Usne seedha baat shuru ki:

“Tum log Hindu ladkiyon ki chut kha rahe ho, lekin unhe apni permanent property nahi bana rahe. Yeh kamzori hai. Aaj se naya kanoon chalega.”

Phir usne jo plan bataya, usse kamre ka mahaul hi badal gaya.

Plan Ka Asli Chehra

Maulvi ne kaha:

“Pehle apni Hindu gf ko convert karo. Chahe pyar se, chahe dhamki se, chahe force se. Convert karne ke baad turant nikah karo.

Lekin sirf ladki kaafi nahi.

Uski maa ko bhi apni second wife banao. Agar ladki ka baap zinda hai toh usko nasha pilaao, behosh karo, aur uski biwi aur beti dono ko ek saath chodo. Phir dono se nikah kar lo.

Yeh jihad hai. Hindu gharane ki izzat todne ka sabse seedha rasta unki chut se hota hai.”

Ladke pehle to hairan the, lekin dheere-dheere unki aankhon mein lalach aa gaya. Kai ne sawaal kiye, lekin Maulvi ne har sawaal ka jawab chut aur lund se hi diya.

Doosre Mahine Ka Hisaab

Do mahine baad jab report aayi toh numbers yeh the:

• 23 Hindu girlfriend convert ho chuki thin
• 21 se nikah ho chuka tha
• 14 ladkon ne ladki ki maa se bhi nikah kar liya tha
• 11 cases mein baap ko nasha pilakar maa-beti dono ki ek saath chudai hui thi
• 9 ghar poori tarah se un ladkon ke control mein aa chuke the

Ek Case Ki Detail – Imran aur Kavya

Sabse mushkil case tha Imran (24) aur uski Rajput girlfriend Kavya (22) ka.

Kavya bilkul convert nahi ho rahi thi. Uske family ne saaf keh diya tha ki agar usne Muslim se shaadi ki toh usse ghar se nikaal denge.

Imran counsellor ke paas leke aaya.

Maulvi ne Kavya ko ghur ke dekha aur seedha Imran se kaha:

“Jaake iski maa ko aaj raat chod. Itna zor se chod ki woh khud isse convert hone ke liye kahe. Aur is Kavya ko yahin chhod ja. Aaj raat main iski chut sambhalunga.”

Imran ne wahi kiya.

Us raat Kavya ke ghar mein uski 45 saal ki maa ko Imran ne pehle nasha pilaaya, phir uski chut aur gaand dono faad daali. Maa chillati rahi, lekin Imran ne uske muh mein lund deke chup karaya.

Isi beech Kavya counsellor ke chamber mein thi. 82 saal ke budhe ne usse nanga kiya, uski chut mein ungliyan daal-daal ke check kiya, phir apna buddha lekin tagda lund andar tak pel diya. Kavya pehle resist kar rahi thi, lekin jab budhe ne uski gaand mein bhi ungli daal di toh woh tod di.

Subah Imran uski maa ko almost nanga kheenchte hue le aaya. Maa-beti dono ek saath chamber mein the. Maulvi ne dono ko ek dusre ke saamne chudwaya.

Uske baad Kavya ka resistance toot gaya. Teen din baad usne kalma padh liya. Ek hafte baad Imran ne Kavya aur uski maa dono se nikah kar liya.

Meeting Ka Asli Natija

Is secret meeting ke baad ilake mein Hindu-Muslim tension badh gaya, lekin Muslim ladkon ka morale kaafi upar aa gaya.

Woh ab khule aam kehte the, “Chut pe kabu kar lo toh ghar pe kabu ho jaata hai.”

Aur 82 saal ka woh Maulvi?

Woh apne chamber mein baitha muskurata rehta tha. Har nayi convert hui ladki aur uski maa ko woh “final training” ke naam par khud bhi try karta tha.

Uske liye toh yeh sab Allah ka kaam tha. Asliyat mein yeh uske lund ka empire tha.

Sex Counsellor ke Chamber Mein Jo Kuch Hota Tha, Woh Sunke Tumhari Haddi Kaamp Uthegi

 

Bastiland aur Mughal ilakon ke beech ek naya khatra paida ho gaya tha — ek 82 saal ka Maulvi, jise log “Sex Counsellor” kehte the.

Uska asli naam koi nahi jaanta tha. Log sirf itna jaante the ki uske chamber mein jo ladki ya aurat ek baar chali jaaye, woh wapas aake apne mard ko khud bolti thi, “Ab tum mujhe aur zor se chodo.”

Uska chamber chhota sa tha, lekin usme se hamesha geeli chut ki mehak aati thi. Diwarin par Quran ke saath-saath auraton ki nangi tasveerein latki hoti thin. Ek bade se takht par woh buddha baithta tha, lamba safed daadhi, aur aankhon mein pure mardangi ka jahar.

Pehli Mulaqaat – Neha aur Rahil

Pehli mashhoor case thi Neha (21) aur uska Muslim boyfriend Rahil.

Neha Hindu thi, lekin Rahil usse convert karke shaadi karna chahta tha. Neha mana kar rahi thi. Dono counsellor ke paas aaye.

Buddha Maulvi ne Neha ko upar se neeche tak ghur ke dekha aur seedha bol diya:

“Beti, teri chut abhi tak kisi asli mard se nahi mili. Rahil ko full chance de. Aur haan… apni chhoti behen ko bhi ready rakh.”

Us raat Rahil ne counsellor ki salah maankar Neha ki gaand pehli baar faadi. Neha chillati rahi, lekin Maulvi ne uske muh mein apna buddha lund thrus diya tha taaki woh zyada shor na machaye.

Agle din se Neha ki resistance tootne lagi.

Ayesha aur Uske 83 Saal Ke Shauhar

Doosra case aur bhi ganda tha.

Ayesha (24) ki shaadi ek 83 saal ke Maulana se hui thi. Budhe ka lund ab uth-ta nahi tha. Ayesha bhookhi chut leke counsellor ke paas aayi.

Buddha counsellor ne usse ek “khaas dawai” di. Us raat Ayesha ke shauhar ka lund 6 ghante tak paththar ki tarah khada raha. Usne Ayesha ki chut, gaand, muh sab kuch itna use kiya ki subah Ayesha rengte hue wapas aayi.

Lekin asli twist tab aaya jab Ayesha ne counsellor ka lund dekh liya. Woh budhe shauhar ko bhool gayi aur wahi chamber mein counsellor ke lund pe baith gayi. Uske shauhar dekhte rahe, lekin kuch nahi kar sake.

Arisha, Ayatum aur Hindu Naukrani

Teejra case mein Arisha ne apne shauhar Md. Ayatum ko Hindu naukrani ke saath chodte pakad liya. Woh gusse mein counsellor ke paas bhaagi.

Counsellor ne seedha Arisha ko lauta diya:

“Teri kami hai jo shauhar bahar ki chut kha raha hai. Ab jaake us naukrani ke saath milke apne shauhar ki seva kar.”

Us raat Ayatum ne dono ko ek saath nanga kiya. Arisha aur naukrani (ab Fatima) dono ki chut bari-bari se faadi gayi. Counsellor ne unhe “dotted condom” aur “punishment belt” bhi diya tha. Arisha ki gaand pe belting ke nishaan kai din tak rahe.

Counsellor Ka Asli Khel

Dheere-dheere pata chala ki yeh 82 saal ka buddha sirf salah nahi deta tha.

Woh khud bhi har case ki aurat ko try karta tha. Kabhi “training” ke naam par, kabhi “religious purification” ke naam par. Uske chamber ki charpai par kai Hindu ladkiyon ki chut ka pani gir chuka tha.

Woh kehta tha:

“Main toh bas Allah ka nizam chala raha hoon. Mard ka lund, aurat ki chut — yahi asli ibadat hai.”

Aur log uski baat maan rahe the.

Queen Riya – Badshah ki Sabse Pasandida Randi

 

Riya ek chhote se Hindu gaon ki 19 saal ki ladki thi. Uski maa Sushma ne usse hamesha kaha tha, “Apni izzat bachana.” Lekin 1703 mein jab Mughal fauj ne unke ilake par kabza kiya, toh izzat ka koi matlab nahi bacha.

Pehli raat hi Riya ko uske ghar se khinch liya gaya. Usse badshah ke saamne nanga khada kiya gaya. Badshah ne uski chut, gaand, chuchiyan sab ghur ke dekha aur muskuraaya, “Is tight chut ko main khud kholunga.”

Usse zabardasti convert kiya gaya. Kalma padhwaaya gaya jab uske muh mein lund tha. Jab usne resist kiya toh uski chut mein itna zor se pela gaya ki woh chillate-chillate behram ho gayi. Usi raat badshah ne usse apni 7vi biwi bana liya. Nikah ke naam par sirf itna hua ki uske muh se “qubool hai” nikalwaya gaya jab uski chut mein lund hil raha tha.

Badshah ki Private Randi

Riya ab mahal mein rehti thi. Din bhar dusri begumon ki jalan sehti, raat bhar badshah ki hamesha taiyaar chut bani rehti. Badshah usse bohot pasand karta tha kyunki woh abhi bhi tight thi aur resist karte waqt uska muh bohot sexy lagta tha.

Kabhi-kabhi badshah usse apne waziron ke saamne chodta tha. Riya ko jhukakar, uski gaand pe thappad maar-maar ke pelta aur kehta, “Dekho, Hindu ki beti ab meri ghulam chut ban gayi hai.”

Sushma, uski maa, ko bhi mahal mein rakh liya gaya. Pehle toh Riya ko laga tha uski maa usse bachayegi, lekin dheere-dheere Sushma bhi badshah ki second choice ban gayi. Kai baar toh badshah ne maa-beti ko ek saath nanga karke chodaa. Riya ke muh mein lund tha aur Sushma ki chut mein. Dono maa-beti ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekh rahe the jab unki chudai ho rahi thi.

Saudi Arabia wala Maulvi

Ek din ek bada Saudi maulvi aaya. Usne badshah se kaha, “Is Hindu randi ko main thode din ke liye apne saath le jaana chahta hoon. Ise pure Islamic tarike se train karunga.”

Badshah maan gaya.

Riya ko Saudi bhej diya gaya. Wahan us maulvi ne usse 3 mahine rakha. Usne Riya ki chut, gaand, muh sab kuch itna use kiya ki Riya ki body ab bina lund ke tadapne lagi. Maulvi usse kehta, “Tu pehle kafir thi, ab meri personal cum-dump hai.” Woh usse apne talib ilmon ke saamne bhi chodta tha. Riya ko unke pairon mein baithkarke lund chuswaata.

Wahan Riya pregnant ho gayi. Maulvi ne usse zabardasti dawai pilaakar pet girwa diya kyunki usse nahi chahiye tha ki uska khoon kisi Hindu ke pet se aaye.

Wapas Mahal Mein

Jab Riya wapas aayi toh uska body aur bhi submissive ho chuka tha. Ab woh resist kam karti thi. Badshah usse dekhke khush hota, “Ab tu sahi se train ho gayi hai.”

Harem politics mein Riya ko kai dushman mile. Dusri begumein usse zeher dene ki koshish karti, uski chut mein teekhi cheezein daalne ki koshish karti, lekin badshah hamesha Riya ko bachata kyunki uski chut ab bhi uski favourite thi.

Kabhi-kabhi badshah usse apne khas mehmaanon ko “gift” karta. Riya ko nanga karke unke kamre mein bhej diya jaata. Woh raat bhar unki chudai sehti, phir subah badshah ke paas wapas aati aur uske pairon pe girke kehti, “Main sirf aapki hoon.”

Sushma ab mahal ki ek aur randi ban chuki thi. Kabhi-kabhi badshah maa-beti dono ko ek saath bulwata. Dono ko ek dusre ko chut chatwata, phir dono ko bari-bari se chodta. Riya ke liye sabse zyada humiliating yahi tha – apni maa ke saath milkar badshah ki lund ki seva karna.

Ant Mein

Riya ab poori tarah toot chuki thi. Uske andar ki Hindu ladki mar chuki thi. Ab woh sirf ek walking, talking, dripping chut thi jo badshah ke lund ke liye hamesha khuli rehti thi.

Mahal ke log usse “Badshah ki sabse obedient randi” kehte the. Aur Riya… ab is naam se sharmaati bhi nahi thi.

जब नई सल्तनत ने हर चूत पर कब्ज़ा और भी सख्त कर दिया (बस्तीलैंड का विद्रोह)

 साल था १७०१।

मुगल सल्तनत में तख्तापलट हो चुका था। पुराना बादशाह मर चुका था और उसकी जगह एक और क्रूर और हवस से भरा शासक बैठ गया था। उसका नाम था नवाब शाहबाज खान। वह औरंगजेब के खून से तो नहीं था, लेकिन उसकी हवस उससे कई गुना ज्यादा थी।

जब शाहबाज खान को बस्तीलैंड की खबर मिली कि वहाँ की औरतें पहले से ही मुगल सिपाहियों की चुदाई के लिए उपलब्ध हैं, तो उसकी आँखों में चमक आ गई। उसने तुरंत नया फरमान जारी किया।

नए और क्रूर नियम

नए फरमान में साफ लिखा था:

• बस्तीलैंड की हर १८ से ३५ साल की औरत को हफ्ते में कम से कम तीन रात मुगल चौकी पर हाजिर होना होगा।
• किसी भी सिपाही को किसी भी औरत की चूत, गांड या मुँह का इस्तेमाल करने का पूरा हक होगा।
• पति अगर विरोध करेगा तो उसे अपनी पत्नी की चुदाई खुद अपनी आँखों से देखनी होगी, और उसके बाद उसकी भी गांड मारी जाएगी।
• जो औरत मना करेगी, उसकी चूत में मिर्च भरकर चौक में नंगा घुमाया जाएगा।

यह फरमान सुनते ही बस्तीलैंड के मर्दों में गुस्सा भड़क उठा। सालों से उनकी औरतों की चूत मुगलों की जागीर बनी हुई थी। अब यह नया शासक और भी नीचे गिराने पर तुला था।

बस्तीलैंड का अस्थायी विद्रोह

गाँव के कुछ युवा मर्दों ने मिलकर फैसला किया कि अब काफी हो चुका। उन्होंने रात के अंधेरे में मुगल चौकी पर हमला कर दिया। तीन सिपाही मारे गए, बाकी भाग निकले।

सुबह होते-होते बस्तीलैंड वालों ने चौकी पर अपना झंडा गाड़ दिया। उन्होंने घोषणा की:

“अब कोई मुगल हमारी औरतों की चूत नहीं छूएगा। यह जमीन हमारी है, ये चूतें हमारी हैं!”

कुछ दिनों तक गाँव में एक अजीब उत्साह था। मर्द फिर से अपनी पत्नियों को सिर्फ अपने लंड से चुदाई करवा रहे थे। कुछ औरतों ने राहत की साँस ली। कुछ को पुरानी आदत हो चुकी थी इसलिए उन्हें थोड़ा अजीब भी लग रहा था।

लेकिन यह आज़ादी ज्यादा दिन नहीं टिकी।

वापसी और कत्लेआम

नवाब शाहबाज खान ने जब खबर सुनी तो वह गुस्से से पागल हो गया। उसने पाँच सौ सैनिकों का जत्था भेजा।

वे सुबह से पहले गाँव में घुस गए। जितने मर्द हथियार उठा सकते थे, उन्हें मौके पर ही काट दिया गया। बाकी मर्दों को बाँधकर चौक में घुटनों के बल बैठा दिया गया।

फिर शुरू हुई असली सजा।

सिपाहियों ने गाँव की लगभग हर जवान औरत को नंगा खींचकर चौक में इकट्ठा किया। उनके पतियों को सामने बैठाकर उनकी आँखें खुली रखने का हुक्म दिया गया।

एक-एक करके औरतों की चुदाई शुरू हुई।

कुछ को चार सिपाही मिलकर पकड़े हुए थे। एक लंड मुँह में, एक चूत में, एक गांड में और चौथा इंतज़ार में खड़ा था। औरतों की चीखें पूरे गाँव में गूँज रही थीं। कई औरतों की चूत से खून निकलने लगा, लेकिन सिपाही रुकने वाले नहीं थे।

एक सिपाही चिल्ला-चिल्लाकर कह रहा था, “ये लो अपनी आज़ादी का मज़ा! अब हर चूत मुगल की जागीर है!”

पूरी दोपहर और शाम यह सिलसिला चला। जब अंधेरा हुआ तब तक ज्यादातर औरतों की चूत और गांड सूजी हुई, लाल और Cum से लबालब भरी हुई थीं। कई बेहोश पड़ी थीं। कई रोते हुए अपने पतियों के पास रेंगकर गईं, लेकिन पति खुद अपमान से गड़े जा रहे थे।

हमेशा के लिए गुलामी

उस रात के बाद बस्तीलैंड की आज़ादी हमेशा के लिए खत्म हो गई।

नवाब ने नया इंतजाम किया। अब गाँव में स्थायी रूप से पच्चीस सिपाही रहेंगे। हर हफ्ते नई-नई औरतों की लिस्ट बनेगी जो चौकी पर “सेवा” के लिए आएंगी।

मस्जिद में अब खुलेआम यह सिखाया जाने लगा कि काफिर औरतों की चुदाई करना न सिर्फ जायज़ है, बल्कि पुण्य का काम है। मौलवी साफ कहते थे, “इनकी चूत पर कब्ज़ा करना इनके धर्म पर कब्ज़ा करना है।”

बस्तीलैंड के मर्द अब सिर्फ खेती करते थे और चुपचाप देखते थे कि उनकी औरतें रात भर मुगल लंड के नीचे कराह रही हैं।

कुछ मर्दों ने अपनी पत्नियों को खुद सिपाहियों के आगे पेश करना शुरू कर दिया ताकि उन्हें थोड़ी सुरक्षा मिल सके। कुछ औरतें अब बिना बताए खुद चौकी की तरफ चल देती थीं क्योंकि विरोध करने का नतीजा उन्होंने देख लिया था।

गाँव की हवा में अब हमेशा दो ही चीजें घुली रहती थीं — खेतों की मिट्टी की खुशबू… और चुदाई की गंध।

बस्तीलैंड अब सिर्फ नाम का गाँव रह गया था। असल में वह एक बड़ी खुली वेश्यालय बन चुका था, जहाँ हर चूत पर मुगल सल्तनत का कब्ज़ा था।

Rules for making relations during night during Mughol Era (Romantic Story)

The Morning the Free Village Died

The year was 1695.

Bastiland no longer belonged to its own men.

After the refusal of tribute, Captain Yusuf Khan’s force had crushed the village in a single day. What followed was not a temporary punishment. It was occupation.

Ten permanent soldiers were left behind. They built a small fortified post on the highest ground overlooking the fields. From that day, every woman in Bastiland between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five became open property after sunset.

The new order was announced in the village square while the men were forced to kneel in the dirt.

“Any soldier may take any woman he desires,” Yusuf’s lieutenant declared. “Her husband will step aside. If he does not, he will be whipped and made to watch. This is the price of your defiance.”

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The Rules That Broke Them

Within a week, a list of degrading rules was nailed to the village well:

1. After the evening prayer drum, every woman must remain inside her hut with the door unbarred.
2. A soldier may enter any hut without knocking.
3. The woman must remove her clothes the moment she is ordered.
4. If a woman is already being fucked by her husband, she must stop and present herself to the soldier instead.
5. Refusal is punished by public fucking in the square the next morning.

The rules were not empty threats.

On the third night, a farmer named Gopal tried to block a soldier from entering his hut. He was dragged outside, stripped, and whipped until his back bled. Then his wife was brought out naked and fucked on the ground in front of him and the entire village while he was forced to hold a torch.

After that night, no husband dared to interfere again.

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Nightly Service

The soldiers developed a routine.

Some preferred the same woman for weeks, treating her like a private whore. Others rotated freely, sampling every available cunt in the village. A few enjoyed making the husbands watch. Others preferred to take the women into the fields or against the walls of the mosque that was being built on the edge of the settlement.

One soldier, a heavy-set man called Rashid, became infamous for his particular taste. He would enter a hut, order the woman onto her hands and knees, and fuck her throat until she gagged and cried. Only after that would he move to her pussy. He liked to finish on their faces and make them thank him.

Another, younger and crueler, enjoyed fucking women while they were cooking or cleaning. He would lift their skirts, bend them over whatever they were working on, and take them hard and fast without a word. When he finished, he would wipe his cock on their clothes and leave.

The women of Bastiland learned to keep their cunts wet and ready. Dryness only made the soldiers rougher.

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The Mosque and the New Teachings

A small mosque was completed by the end of the year. The imam who arrived was not a gentle scholar. He was a hard-eyed man who believed that the conquered women of Bastiland needed to be taught their place through the body.

He began holding special night gatherings for the soldiers and selected village men. There he spoke openly about the religious duty of dominating non-Muslim women. He described techniques for breaking a woman’s resistance, for making her body accept what her mind rejected, and for using pleasure mixed with pain to create obedience.

Some of the local men, especially those who had lost status after the occupation, began attending these sessions. They returned to their own huts with new ideas and new cruelty. What the soldiers did at night, these men began practicing on their own wives during the day.

The line between conqueror and local man started to blur.

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Attempts at Negotiation

Twice the elders of Bastiland tried to negotiate.

The first time they offered a larger annual tribute of grain and five women permanently assigned to the soldiers’ post. The lieutenant laughed and increased the number of soldiers instead.

The second time they sent a young woman of exceptional beauty as a gift, hoping to soften the commanding officer. She was accepted, used by every man at the post for three days, and then returned with a message burned into her thigh with a heated blade:

“Everything here already belongs to us.”

After that, the elders stopped trying.

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The New Normal

By the second year of occupation, the women of Bastiland no longer cried as loudly. Some had gone numb. Others had learned to moan on command to make the encounters end faster. A few, to the shame of their husbands, had begun to wet themselves the moment they heard army boots outside their door.

The village still farmed. The men still worked the fields. Children were still born — many of them with lighter eyes and different features than their supposed fathers.

But the soul of Bastiland had been fucked out of it.

Every night the same sounds rose from the huts: the creak of wooden cots, the slap of skin against skin, the low grunts of soldiers, and the broken voices of women saying the words they had been taught to repeat.

“Thank you for using me.”

The occupation was no longer a military presence.

It was a way of life.

When the Mughals Came for Their Share of Pussy to a India Village (Romantic story)

The year was 1691.

Bastiland had survived four years on its own rules. The village of one hundred had grown. More children were born. More young women turned eighteen and became fair game under the old law — the moment a man’s cock stayed inside her cunt for more than a minute, she belonged to him.

But the Mughals had never forgotten the land they once gifted.

Every year, the demand came like clockwork.

One virgin. Eighteen to twenty-five. Clean. Tight. Unfucked.

The message arrived with three riders on horseback. The leader, a tall Pathan officer named Captain Yusuf Khan, threw a sealed scroll into the dirt in the center of the village.

“The Emperor still remembers your women’s cunts,” he said with a cold smile. “This year he wants a fresh one. Fail to send her, and we will take ten.”

The men of Bastiland gathered that night around a fire. The debate was loud and filthy.

“Send the blacksmith’s daughter,” one man spat. “She’s eighteen and still hasn’t been properly stretched.” “No,” another argued. “Send Rukmani. That whore already takes three cocks a night. The Mughals will think we are mocking them if we send used goods.” “We should refuse,” an older farmer growled. “This is our land now. Why should we keep feeding their cocks?”

But everyone knew the truth. Bastiland had no real army. Only farmers with sickles and a handful of rusted swords.

In the end they chose Leela, nineteen years old, tall, full-breasted, with a still-tight pussy that only two men had fucked so far. Her current “husband” did not fight hard when the others decided she would be the tribute. He simply bent her over one last time behind the hut, fucked her roughly from behind, and whispered, “At least the Emperor will know what a Bastiland cunt feels like.”

Leela cried the entire way to the Mughal camp.

What waited for her was worse than she imagined.

Captain Yusuf Khan took her first. He made her strip in front of his officers, then bent her over a wooden table and shoved his thick cock into her pussy without warning. Leela screamed. Yusuf only laughed and began thrusting harder.

“This is the famous Bastiland tightness?” he grunted. “Not bad… but it will loosen soon.”

He fucked her for nearly half an hour, changing positions, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, forcing her to thank him every time he bottomed out inside her. When he finally came deep in her cunt, he passed her to the next officer.

That night Leela was used by seven men. Her pussy was red and swollen. Her mouth tasted of cum. Her ass, which had never been touched before, was left gaping and leaking.

She was kept in the camp for eleven days.

When she was finally returned to Bastiland, she could barely walk. Her once-tight cunt now took two fingers easily. The village men still fucked her, but the respect she once had as a “wife” was gone. She had become the Emperor’s leftovers.

The following year the demand doubled.

Two girls.

The year after that, three.

Tension grew like a disease. The men of Bastiland began to grumble more openly. Some started hiding their younger women. Others, the more ambitious ones, began offering their own wives to the Mughal soldiers in exchange for protection or silver.

In 1694, the breaking point came.

Bastiland refused the tribute.

Captain Yusuf Khan returned with two hundred soldiers.

They did not negotiate.

They rode into the village at dawn, dragged every woman between eighteen and thirty into the open square, and began fucking them in public. Husbands who tried to stop them were beaten bloody and forced to watch. Some were made to hold their wives’ legs open while the soldiers took turns.

The square filled with the wet sounds of cock slamming into cunt, the sharp cries of women, and the laughter of the Mughal men.

By nightfall, Bastiland was no longer free.

A permanent outpost was built on the edge of the village. Ten soldiers stayed behind. Their orders were simple:

Any woman they wanted, they could take. Any husband who complained would be made to watch.

The old law of Bastiland — the law of the two-minute cock — still existed, but it now lived under a greater law:

The Mughals took what they wanted, when they wanted, and the women of Bastiland learned to spread their legs on command.

The village that had once proudly declared that a man’s cock could claim any cunt now belonged, cunt and all, to the Empire.

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The domination was complete.

And it had only just begun.

Bastiland me Jab Gaon ki Har Ladki Par Mardon ka Kanoon Chalne Laga aur Mughalon ki Nazar Padi (Romantic story)

Saal 1688 aa gaya tha. Bastiland bana hue ek saal hone ko aa raha tha. Pehle saal mein jo kanoon bane the, ab woh aur sakht aur gande ho chuke the. Gaon ab sirf khet aur jhopdiyon ka nahi, balki chut aur lund ka adda ban chuka tha.

Naye Kanoon Jo Aur Gande The

Gaon ke bade-budhe mardon ne milkar kuch naye niyam banaaye:

1. Agar koi mard kisi 18+ ladki ki chut mein lund daal kar sirf ek minute bhi pel de, toh woh uski biwi maani jaayegi.
2. Biwi banne ke baad agar woh kisi aur ke saath pakdi gayi toh uski chut mein mirchi aur namak bharke gaon ke saamne pelwaya jaayega.
3. Jo mard 5 se zyada biwiyaan rakh le, usko khet ka extra hissa milega.
4. Kunwari ladkiyon ko har purnima ko nadi kinare nanga nahaana padta tha taaki mard unki chut dekh saken aur pasand kar saken.

In kanoonon ne gaon ka mahaul bilkul jala diya.

Khet Mein Chudai Ka Roz ka Nazaara

Subah khet mein kaam chalta tha, lekin dopahar dhup tezz hote hi mard apni manpasand ladki ko ghas ke peeche, peepal ke neeche ya nali ke kinare le jaate the.

Ek dopahar 20 saal ki Ganga baajra kaat rahi thi. Uske badi-badi chuchiyan pasine se chamak rahi thin. 30 saal ka Ratan peeche se aaya, uska lehnga upar kiya aur bina kuch kahe apna mota lund uski chut mein dhakel diya.

Ganga chillayi, “Arre sala… dheere… meri chut phat jaayegi!”

Ratan hansne laga, “Phatni hai toh phat ja. Aaj se tu meri randi biwi hai.” Woh uski chuchiyon ko zor-zor se masalte hue pelta raha. Ganga ke muh se pehle dard ki awaazein aa rahi thin, phir dheere-dheere uski chut geeli hone lagi. Ratan ne uske baal pakad ke peeche kiya aur itni zor se pelna shuru kiya ki Ganga ki taangein kaampne lagi. “Saali… teri chut kitni tight hai… aaj to poora maal andar hi daalunga.”

Jab usne jhad diya toh Ganga zameen par gir gayi. Uski chut se cum aur paani nikal raha tha. Aas-paas ke mardon ne dekh liya. Ab Ganga Ratan ki biwi thi.

Shaam ka Mela – Chut Ka Bazaar

Shaam ko jab khet se log laute, toh gaon ke chowk mein ek naya rivaj shuru ho gaya. Kunwari ladkiyon ko (18-22 saal) ek katghare mein khada kiya jaata tha. Unke kapde utarwa diye jaate the. Mard unki chut, gaand, chuchiyan dekhte the, ungli se touch karte the, aur phir jo pasand aa jaati usko le jaate the.

21 saal ki Bimla ko jab nanga khada kiya gaya toh uski patli kamar aur gol-gol gaand dekh ke 4 mardon mein jhagda ho gaya. Aakhir mein sabse tagda mard Hira jeet gaya. Usne Bimla ko turant wahi chowk mein jhukaya, uski gaand pe thappad maara aur peeche se lund pel diya. Bimla chillate hue boli, “Nahi… log dekh rahe hain… sharm aa rahi hai…”

Hira ne uske muh mein ungli thrus di, “Sharm chut mein hai kya? Chup chap pelwa.” Poora gaon dekh raha tha jab Hira Bimla ki chut phaad raha tha. Jab usne andar cum bhar diya toh logon ne taliyan bajayi. “Ab yeh Hira ki maal hai!”

Mughal Nazar Padne Lagi

Is beech Mughal fauj ke kuch sipahi Bastiland ke khet ke paas se guzre. Unhone dekha ki kaise jawan ladkiyon ko khule aam nanga karke choda ja raha hai. Unhone yeh baat apne thanedaar ko batayi.

Thanedaar ne socha, “Yeh to maze ki jagah hai. Yahan ki randiyan to bilkul be-sharm hain.”

Usne badshah ke naam ek chithi likhi: “Hazoor, Bastiland mein auratein itni aasaan hain ki unki chut par koi rok nahi. Agar hum thoda dabish daalein toh yahan se har mahine 5-10 jawan ladkiyan nazarane mein mil sakti hain.”

Bastiland ke mardon ko abhi is baat ka pata nahi tha. Woh apni chudai mein mast the. Raat bhar jhopdiyon se chikh-chikh aur thap-thap ki awaazein aati thin. Kai jhopdiyon mein ek saath 2-3 mard ek hi aurat ko pel rahe hote the. Ek muh mein, ek chut mein, ek gaand mein.

22 saal ki Kamlesh ki to halat kharab ho gayi thi. Uske 3 shauhar the. Har raat uski chut, gaand aur muh beech mein baante jaate the. Subah uthte hi uski chut suji hoti, gaand laal, aur muh se cum ke katke nikalte the. Phir bhi woh bolti, “Jo kanoon hai… woh sehna padega.”

Society Ka Asli Chehra

Bastiland ab ek aisa gaon ban gaya tha jahan aurat ki izzat uski chut ki geelapan se naapi jaati thi. Jo ladki jaldi geeli ho jaati, uski demand zyada thi. Jo sukhi rehti, usse zor se pel-pel ke geela kiya jaata.

Mard din bhar khet mein mehnat karte, raat bhar chudai. Unka kehte the – “Khet se anaaj aata hai, chut se maza. Dono zaroori hain.”

Aur is mahaul mein Mughalon ki nazar pad chuki thi. Unhe laga tha ki Bastiland ki jawan chuten unke lund ke liye perfect hain.

Bastiland ki Kunwari Ladkiyon ka Kanoon: Jahan Pelte Hi Ho Jaati Thi Shaadi (Romantic story)

Saal tha 1687. Aurangzeb ke zamane ka ant shuru ho chuka tha, lekin Mughal saltanat abhi bhi zabardast thi. Usi daur mein ek chhote se group ne apna alag desh bana liya – Bastiland.

Yeh 100 log pehle Mughal fauj ke neeche kaam karte the. Unki auratein (sab 18 saal se upar) badshah aur uske umrao ki raaton ki garmi mitati thin. Badshah ne jab unki jawani ka poora maza le liya toh usne kaha, “Jaao, yeh zameen tumhari. Apna raj chalao.”

Un 100 logon ne us banjar zameen ko Bastiland naam diya.

Society ka Naya Roop

Bastiland ki society bilkul alag thi. Koi mandir-masjid nahi, koi pandit-maulvi nahi. Yahan sirf ek cheez pooji jaati thi – chudai.

Mard pure maalik the. Aurat ka kaam tha – khet mein kaam karna, khana banana, aur jab mard ka lund khada ho toh apni chut, muh ya gaand de dena.

Sabse bada kanoon yeh tha:

“Agar koi mard kisi 18+ ladki ki chut mein apna lund daal kar 2 minute se zyada pele, chahe ladki maane ya na maane, toh woh uski biwi maan li jaayegi. Uske baad woh ladki kisi aur mard ke saath nahi so sakti. Mard jitni chahe biwi rakh sakta hai.”

Is kanoon ne poore gaon ka mahaul badal diya.

Pehle Mahine ki Chudaiyan

Gaon mein har jagah chudai hone lagi.

19 saal ki Sita subah khet mein baajra kaat rahi thi. Uske peeche se 28 saal ka Babu aaya. Usne Sita ka lehnga upar uthaya, uski chut pe thook ka thappa maara aur apna mota kaala lund ek jhatke mein andar tak pel diya.

Sita chillayi, “Arre… nahi… bahar nikal… dard ho raha hai!”

Babu ne uske muh mein haath thrus diya aur peeche se jhatke maarta raha. “Chup kar randi. Aaj se tu meri biwi hai.”

Woh 15 minute tak pelta raha. Sita ki aankhon se aansu aa rahe the, lekin uski chut geeli bhi ho rahi thi. Jab Babu ne andar hi apna mal gira diya toh aas-paas ke logon ne taaliyan bajayi. “Ab yeh Babu ki jagir hai!”

Shaam tak Sita Babu ke jhopdi mein thi. Raat bhar uski chudai hoti rahi – kabhi chut mein, kabhi muh mein. Subah uski chut suj gayi thi, lekin ab woh uski biwi thi.

Aise hi 20 saal ki Radha ko uske hi ghar ke aangan mein 3 mardon ne pakda. Pehle ek ne uski chut phaadi, phir doosre ne uske muh mein lund thub diya, teesre ne intezaar kiya. Jab pehle wale ne jhad diya toh doosre ne uski chut mein pelna shuru kar diya. Radha sirf rone ke alawa kuch nahi kar paayi. Us din ke baad woh un teeno ki saanjhi biwi ban gayi. Har raat unki bari-bari se chudti thi.

Mardon ka Raaj

Bastiland mein mard jitna zyada chudai kar sakta tha, utna uska status tha. Jo mard 4-5 biwiyaan rakhta tha, uska bolbala tha. Auratein unke saamne nazar nahi mila sakti thin.

Ek 32 saal ke Shankar ne 6 ladkiyon ko apni biwi banaya hua tha. Har raat woh unme se 2-3 ko ek saath nanga karta tha. Ek ki chut chatwata, doosri se lund chuswata, aur teesri ki gaand mein pelta. Uske munh se sirf gaaliyan nikalti thin – “Saali randiyon, aaj to chut kaat dunga.”

Ladkiyan pehle resist karti thin, lekin kuch hafton baad unki body bhi aadi ho gayi. Kai ladkiyon ki chut itni dhil jaati thi ki unhe khud apne aap ko pakadna padta tha jab mard lund daalte the.

Saalana Nazrana

Har saal Mughal badshah ko ek 18-25 saal ki kunwari ladki bhejni padti thi.

Us saal 18 saal ki Kamla ka number aaya. Usne bahut ro-dhokar kaha, “Main nahi jaana chahti.” Lekin gaon ke mardon ne usko pakad liya. Uske kapde faad kar nanga kiya, uski chut mein ungliyan daal-daal kar check kiya ki woh sach mein kunwari hai, phir usko saaf-suthra kapda pehna kar Mughal camp ki taraf bhej diya.

Wahan uske saath kya hua, yeh alag kahani hai. Bas itna pata chala ki woh 3 mahine baad wapas aayi toh uski chut bilkul dhil ho chuki thi aur uske badan pe kaate ke nishaan the. Uske baad koi mard usse shaadi ke liye aage nahi aaya. Woh gaon ki “Mughal wali” ban kar reh gayi, jise jab chahe koi bhi pel leta tha.

Society ka Asli Chehra

Bastiland mein aurat ki izzat uski chut ki tightness se naapi jaati thi. Jo ladki zyada din tak tight rehti thi, uski demand zyada thi. Jo dhil ho jaati thi, usse sab use karte the.

Mard din bhar khet mein kaam karte, raat bhar chudai. Auratein subah uthte hi apni chut saaf karti, kyunki pata nahi kab kaun aake pel de.

Koi pyar-wyar nahi tha. Sirf lund ka raaj tha. Jo mard jitna zor se, jitni der tak, jitni gaali dekar chod sakta tha – wahi asli mard maana jaata tha.

Yahi thi 1687 ki Bastiland – jahan desh ki buniyad chut ke upar, lund ke jhatkon pe, aur auraton ki chikh-pukar se rakhi gayi thi.