Chapter 38: Breaking Shweta In Completely

“What is tonight for, Shweta?” Rohan put the phone down and bent over her.

“To break me and make me your bitch.” She said without hesitation “Subah tak main poori tarah tumhari kutiya ban chuki houngi.”

[I will be completely your bitch by morning.]

“And to make you my bitch, I need to break you fully.”

“Oh my god, tum gaand maaroge meri?” Her mouth opened wide.

[You will fuck my ass?]

“Maare bina chhodoonga bhi nahin, jaan,” He smiled “A bitch is completely her owner’s property. Completely.”

[There is no way I will spare it, darling.]

“Oh, God.” Shweta breathed.

“Kabhi marwaai nahin?”

[Never had your ass fucked?]

“Bahut baar marwaai hai, achchha lagta hai gaand marwana,” She admitted “but Rohan, tumhara lund khambe jaisa hai. Meri gaand phaad doge tum.”

[Many times. I love getting my ass fucked but your cock is like a pillar. You will rip my ass apart.]

“Kutiya kiski ho tum?” He looked down in her beautiful eyes.

[Whose bitch are you?]

“Tumhari, sirf tumhari.”

[Yours. Only yours.]

He nodded “To tumhari gaand kiski property hai?”

[Then who owns your ass?]

“Mmmm, ji aapki,” She moaned “main poori tarah aap ki property hoon. Maine promise kiya tha jo bologe karoongi, to gaand bhi marwaoungi. Tumhari property hai, agar tumne phaad di no main kya kar sakti hoon.”

[You do. I am completely your property. I had promised that I will what you say, so I will get my ass fucked too. It’s your property, what I can do if you rip it.]

Shweta surrendered completely but there were still signs of concern on her face.

“Good whore.” Rohan caressed her cheek “Lubricate my cock properly for your ass.”

“Ji.” Shweta nodded and started sucking his cock fully deep. Before she was sucking to enjoy his cock, now she focused on soaking it in her saliva so it would not rip her ass going in.

Rohan gave her a few minutes to lubricate it fully then he tapped the sofa with his right hand “Face down, darling. Come.”

Shweta got on the sofa and laid down on her belly. She put her head on the wide arm of the sofa. She kept her right leg straight and bent her left leg up bringing her knee almost to her breast. Her ass hole opened as much as it could open in that position. The puckered rim of her ass was pink and perfectly shaped. Rohan dipped two fingers in her cunt and used her cunt juices to lubricate her ass hole. She moaned when his fingertips entered her tight ass.

He grabbed her ass cheeks, placed a thumb on each side of her ass hole and opened her tight hole as wide as he could. Then placing his smooth, bulbous cockhead on her ass he pushed it in without any preamble.

“Oh, ma, mar gayee!” Shweta screamed as his entry caused her whole body to vibrate with pain.

Rohan rotated his hips and pushed in more before her saliva on his cock could dry out. He rolled his hips again and pushed again. More than half of his long, massive cock was now stuffed in Shweta’s tight ass and she could not breathe. Tears were dripping from her eyes on to her hands as she cradled her head on her arms. His cockhead was just inside her anal canal now and while Shweta was feeling the incredible pain, there was a tingling sensation mixed in it as his cockhead throbbing in her tight anal canal.

Shweta was breathing heavily. She turned her head to look at him as he pressed his body on her naked back “Rohan, kutiya matlab kutiya, huh?”

[When you say bitch, you mean it, huh?]

“Haan, baby, kutiya matlab kutiya,” He kissed her neck “it’s not an expression, it’s not playing, it’s real. This is what you are now. You are my bitch. I possess you. Just as I own this sofa, I own you as well.”

[Of course, I mean it.]

“Yes, baby. I am your property now.” Shweta could not believe it but she wanted him to go deeper. She was afraid to say it because she knew it would hurt like hell but she could feel a deep craving inside to have his cockhead spear her ass deeper.

As Rohan started fucking her ass in and out by moving his hips back and forth, the craving in Shweta’s body intensified.

“Tod do, Rohan. Baby, tod do mujhe, barbaad kar do.” She was highly aroused and it seemed like she was in a different zone where things had different meaning “main tumhari randi hoon, randi ki tarah gaand maaro meri.”

[Break me, destroy me. I am your whore. Fuck my ass like a whore.]

She could feel that she was in an alternate universe. In this universe it was perfectly natural and right for her to belong to him. He was her owner and it was his right to use and abuse her as he wanted. Serving him with her beautiful body was the purpose of Shweta’s life. There was nobody in this universe to question this. Here Shweta was meant to be his bitch. She was a slave to his cock and that was the right place for her to be. If his cock was in her ass, breaking her, then that was exactly what was meant to happen. Shweta moaned and revelled in the wonderful, warm feeling that she was serving her owner, just as she was meant to do.

His cock invaded her anal canal deeper and Shweta’s intoxication turned into incredible stimulation. The hot waves she could feel rising in her body were waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He was fucking her ass. Well, he owned it, so why not? How could she take that huge cock in her tight ass and love it? Well, she was made for that cock, it was going to own every hole of hers, so why wouldn’t she love it?

“Ah, baby, faster! Please, faster, baby. Gaand maaro meri aur zor se.” She reached up and pulled his face close to hers “Phaad do meri gaand, Rohan, baby, tumhara haq hai. Tumhara maal hoon main. Tumhari kutiya hoon. Zor se gaand maaro meri, andar tak. Baby, ye gaand tumhare lund ke liye hi hai. Daal do andar tak, tod do mujhe. Destroy me, Rohan. Destroy me like a whore. Own me as your whore, baby. Forever.”

[Pound my ass. Rip my ass apart, it’s your right. I am your possession. I am your bitch. Fuck my hard, fully deep. Baby, this ass is made for your cock. Impale me deep and break me.]

He speeded up his strokes and her screams got faster and louder. Then they became yelps, fast, loud and chopped up with each stroke of his cock. Her anal canal was well-lubricated now and he was drilling it expertly like a steel piston sliding in and out of a well-oiled hole.

“Ungh, baby! Ah, baby, meri gaand, ah, hay, mar gayee!” She let out a long heart-wrenching scream as her pussy exploded so hard that she lost her vision and her consciousness. When she came to Rohan was still drilling her ass and her pussy was still throbbing like crazy so she knew she had passed out only for a few seconds. He grabbed her breast and kneaded it hard as he continued to pound her ass like a beast.

Shweta loved how he used her ruthlessly. He used his cock to break her and mould her to his will. With him a woman knew where she stood. She knew he was the boss and her place was to serve and obey. She knew he would never let her get out of line. He had called her his bitch and she would be his bitch. He would train her and punish her like a bitch but he would not let her forget that she belonged to him. Even though her orgasm was subsiding now, Shweta was finding these thoughts very warm and sexy.

Reaching behind her, she pulled him close and kissed his lips “Rahoongi, jaise rakhoge rahoongi. Mujhe maloom hai tum har jagah chodoge mujhe. Main chudoongi. Tumhein kabhi kisi cheez ke liye mana nahin karoongi. Tum mere maalik ho, main tumhari kutiya hoon. Hamesha ke liye.”

[I will live as you keep me. I know you will pound me everywhere. I will submit to that. I won’t ever say no to you for anything. You are my owner. I am your bitch. Forever.]

“I am glad you understand that now.” He kissed her cheek.

“How can I not understand, Rohan?” She pressed her soft cheek to his lips “The way you have explained it to me, I know in my bones that you own me now.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.” He had slowed down his strokes after her orgasm subsided.

Now he changed his rhythm. He kept fucking her slowly but once in a while, unpredictably, he would slam in harder and the rough thrust would take Shweta’s breath away. He played with her tits as he fucked her ass. He kissed her neck and cheek, his breath hot on her skin. His loving movements were in contrast with the way he was drilling her ass and Shweta was feeling completely out of her depth in his hands. He seemed to know how to break a woman psychologically and not just physically. He was younger than her but she felt sure that he would be able to control her easily and keep her as his bitch without much effort.

Already she felt hungry for him like it would be a disaster if he were not in her life. She had promised him complete obedience but the weird thing was that he had not forced her for it. The desire to obey him and serve him as his whore came from within her. She felt happy that he found her attractive. She was ecstatic that he had taken her in hand and intended to keep her as his possession.