1) Them
It was a repeat of the past.
Meera was alone. Once again.
Behind her closed eyes she found the darkness that she once encountered long ago.
Her sweaty hands moved to open the rope that surrounded them; however, it was impossible to break free from those ropes. They were thick and bound properly.
Though they did not hurt her delicate skin still they were binding her hands in one place.
She tried to roll her feet, however just like her hands her feet were bound.
She was bound to the bed, a warm and soft bed which smelled of what she once smelled.
Roses and pomegranates.
It irked her and her nose scrunched in distaste.
That is not how she wanted to be smelled of.
That fragrance still haunts her, so does the thought of those days.
She rolled her hands once again they were bound to the end railings of the bed she was on while her feet were bound to the end of the bed.
She could imagine herself sprawled like a starfish on the bed. It irked her more because for one she knew her red panty was fully on display in that angle from the short white dress she was wearing.
The hem of the dress was already bunching around her inner thighs; she knew whoever abducted her was living the dream of his life.
A tear rolled out of her closed eyes at the thought of being a lusty object of some unknown and unkind man.
It wetted the black blindfold over her eyes. It was of silk, again not hurting her physically but still hurting her.
She thought of Hazel, her best friend. Hazel must be waiting for her.
She had told Hazel that she would be back by the night after completing all the university work for which she was here in Goa.
Now she realizes it's past midnight and she is still here abducted in Goa.
It was a bad decision to come here. For the last two years she was ignoring coming back to this town but somehow she got the courage this time and planned a one day trip to Goa which was mainly for her previous university work.
Her heart was telling her to not come here again but this time she listened to her mind and now she was regretting doing it.
Her wrists and feet started hurting as they were bound with the bed through the rope for at least four hours.
Her throat was parched and stomach was empty.
Breaking all the pretense of being strong and mindful she was ready to let out a loud cry of pain when suddenly she heard some heavy footsteps approaching the room she was in.
Meera closed her parted mouth and with her heart racing inside her chest she waited for whatever was coming on her way.
There was silence for a minute. All the sounds of footsteps come to end and bring back the eerie quietness that gave goosebumps on her skin.
With a loud bang the closed door flung open, summoning in all the cold air from outside.
The goosebumps on her skin magnified, a shiver ran past her spine and she gulped in fear.
"Don't..please don't hurt me."
She whispered, more like begging to the unknown in the room.
Whoever he was..he did not listen to her as he approached her sprawled figure on the round bed.
Meera's eyes filled with tears as soon she realized that more than one person was approaching her.
They came closer to her, so close that she could feel their eyes roaming on body.
She cried behind that blind fold as slowly the bed dipped by their weight as they sat close to her.
For a long moment everything was quiet.
And then suddenly one hand came and rested on her arms making her flinch at the sudden touch. It was a rough hand that engulfed her hand in his hold and then grazed along the line of her arm as if feeling the smoothness of her skin.
Meera shivered at the touch as it came closer to her neck. With the back of his knuckle the man touched the corner of her neck, her softest spot.
Meera bit her lips, stopping herself from moaning at the small touch.
She fissted her hands, an attempt of controlling herself as she knew she was losing her sanity when another hand came and rested directly on her thigh.
She tried to move her leg but the second man held her thigh firmly.
"Stop," Meera repeated this time with anger underlying her tone.
However her words were ignored as the hand on her thigh moved upward inching closer to her core which unexpectedly was getting wet.
No it cannot happen.
Meera told herself horrified.
However her mind was running in one direction and her body to another.
The desire of her body grew hotter as a third hand approached her lips, she felt the third man holding her face in a way that his thumb was right above her lower lip.
His thumb grazed along her plumpy lip making her panty get wetter with her secreting juices.
He pushed his thumb a little, eager to put it inside her hot mouth but Meera hasn't lost her mind completely.
She denied him coming inside her.
Her mind full of haze kept oscillating from wanting them to go ahead and stopping them for once and all.
However when the fourth hand came directly over her boobs she tantalized for whatever that was out of her reach.
Her breath turned shorter as the fourth hand slowly went inside her dress and cupped her boobs, feeling their softness on its rough palm.
"Stop!!" she breathed out loudly.
"Please stop," she cried, feeling shameful for feeling whatever she was feeling at that moment.
The men did not listen and their hands ran all over her body, wanting to see if she was real or one of their dreams.
Meera felt what she has not felt for the last few years.
Desire, passion...lust.
Lusty Meera was back after a long long time.
She fell deeper into the well of lust as those hands, those rough, strong and big hands ran over her skin, touching her, massaging the every sensitive part of her body leaving the single part.
The part which after years was eager to get filled in.
The part which was begging them to keep touching her in the same way they used to touch her before.
The part which only yearns for them.
They..
With a jerk Meera got her sanity back and realized what was happening to her and who were doing those things to her.
Her hands again turned into fists as she finally realized it was them.
Without her knowing the words left her mouth.
"Riday," she whispered and the hand on her boobs froze.
Turning her face to her right she whispered,"Yuvraaj," and the man sitting on her right stopped himself from touching her beautiful neck.
"Kayden," she spoke as the hands on her thighs had already turned cold.
"Ayan," his name from her mouth and he found himself removing his hand from her plumpy lips.
"The Elites."
The words left her mouth sending a sense of fear to her mind.
A silence spelled for another moment as the truth stood transparent before her. It was them who had kidnapped her.
Meera was lost of words as everything from the past came rushing back to her.
It made her head ache and more than that it made her heart ache.
They sat there close to her after a long four years . Nobody said a word but then she felt them coming closer to her face and saying together.
"Welcome back wife."
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