This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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----------------------------------------------------- The Youngest
Daughter-in-Law

   The Rest of Deepika's Story

   After having got me off, Deepika left the loo, closing the door behind
her.  I latched it and waited a while to let the tension of the moment
drain out of me.  It was without a doubt the best blowjob I had ever
received.  I guess it was about then that I started wondering about whether
I could keep her.

   I returned to my seat just as they had begun serving dinner.  We
finished our dinner in silence.  It was almost as if we were both too
afraid to speak.  After dinner I went for my customary after-food smoke,
thankfully she didn't follow me out this time.  I wanted to think about my
plan.  It was clear that the girl didn't have any family she was going to.
I guessed she just hopped on to the first train that stopped where she was
hiding.  Assuming that was the case, and that she had no money on her, it
would make sense for me to keep her with me.  It was clear that she didn't
mind sex, actually she seemed to enjoy it.  The thought of having her
available to me at all times was mind-blowing.  I flicked the cigarette out
and went back to the seat.

   She had already pulled the sleeper down.  Guessing that she was sleepy
and wanted to turn in, I reached for the blankets and pillows provided by
the railways.

   "Why?  Are you going to sleep?" she asked me.

   "You pulled down the sleeper, I thought you wanted to sleep."

   "No.  I pulled it down so we could sit more comfortably", she told me.

   I shrugged and sat on my end of the sleeper.

   She turned around to face away from me and pushed the wall in front of
her with her feet, this slid her towards me until she was resting her back
on me.  I spread my legs so that she was now leaning on my chest.

   "Do you mind?" she asked without fully turning her face.

   "I'd be crazy if I minded", I told her.

   She gave me a smile and reached for the curtains that each seat had.  We
were not in our own space.

   I put my arms around her and held her closer.

   "Hmmm, that feels so nice", she told me.

   I cupped me hands over her breasts and squeezed gently.  She kissed the
back of my palm.  It was intimate as hell.

   I moved my hands lower until I was touching the bare skin between her
blouse and the lower half of her saree.  She moaned her approval and I
continued feeling her almost velvet smooth skin.

   "So why did you run away?" I asked her.  "Someone like you should have
enjoyed having the attention of so many men."

   She nodded.

   "I was enjoying it.  In fact, after that evening I never ever got to
help out the other women in the kitchen as I was forever being fucked by
some male or the other.  The men had worked out a scheme, whereby they
would leave their footwear outside the door to indicate that I was in use.
And the demand for my services was so high that it got to be troublesome in
the kitchen.  I would finish one man, clean up, get into the kitchen and
someone else would call for me.  My eldest sister-in-law then told me that
I needn't come out of the room.  She told me to just keep the men out of
their hair and stay in my room ready for them whenever they needed me.

   "My days were spent fucking and cleaning myself and fucking yet again.
It was like a cycle, round and round and round."

   "Sounds like fun", I told her.

   By now I had the buttons on her blouse and bra undone and was playing
with her nipples.

   "It was.  It really was.  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine
myself to be such a slut.  It was like as if the only reason for my
existence was as a cum receptacle.  They would fill me with cum on every
hole and then some.  The weekends used to be the best when they would all
use me together."

   I was finger-fucking her by now.  She was moving her hips in time with
my fingers, but never stopped talking.

   "So why did you run away?"

   "Well, its customary to take loans before the planting season.  The last
year we had taken the loan from the bank.  But because of the bad rains,
the crops failed.  That meant that we couldn't pay back the bank.  So this
year we couldn't take the loan from them.  Because of that we took money
from the local money lender.  This year too the rains failed and both the
bank and the money lender were after us.  We had to undergo the humiliation
of our house and lands being auctioned off.  We were able to pay back the
bank's money.  However there was still money owed to the money lender.  So
the men went off to the city to look for work, and we women were held by
the money lender as guarantee.  We had to do housework and of course sleep
with him.  To be honest, I didn't mind that.  But then when our men
couldn't send the money regularly he began to talk about selling us to
brothels.  At that point, our eldest sister-in-law began making plans for
us to escape.  We had to escape together otherwise the ones staying back
would have been in trouble.  It was difficult but we managed it.  After we
escaped we couldn't stay together as it would make us stand out and also
slow us down.  So we all separated.  That is how I ended up here."

   Her breathing got harder at this point.

   "I'm cumming", she told me and I pushed in one more finger and fucked
her harder.  She grit her teeth and grunted as softly as she could as her
orgasm hit her.  After she was through, the sound of her breathing filled
the small space we had.

   "That was lovely.  Thank you", she told me.

   I held my fingers to her lips and she sucked them clean off her juices.

   "So what are your plans now?" I asked her.

   "I really don't know.  I guess I'll get down at Hyderabad with you and
look for a job."

   "Don't you want to find your family?"

   "Why?  They are still poor and one more mouth to feed won't help their
cause."

   "What work can you do?  Are you trained?"

   "I can work as a maid somewhere."

   "How much would you charge?"

   "I don't know.  How much do you think I can get?"

   "Well how about a thousand bucks a month?"

   "Wow!  I can make that much?"

   "I didn't say that.  I was making you an offer.  You can be my maid and
I'll pay you a thousand bucks a month, plus food and a place to stay."

   "And a bed to sleep in too, I'd guess."

   "Obviously"

   "Accepted", she told me and we kissed. 
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