The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Aslam stood tall, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and cruelty. His gaze bore into Ila, who was trembling in her pristine saree, the symbol of her Hindu sanskari upbringing. The fabric clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the fear etched on her face. Aslam’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped closer, his voice dripping with venom."You thought your kind could get away with what you did to us, didn’t you, Ila?" he sneered, his hand gripping her chin roughly. "Your son, the pious Hindu leader, he thought he could incite riots against us and walk away unscathed. But now, you’re going to pay for his sins. Every fucking one of them."Ila’s breath hitched as Aslam’s fingers tightened, forcing her to look into his eyes. She could see the hate, the lust, the need for revenge burning within him. "Please... Aslam... don’t do this," she whispered, her voice trembling."Don’t do this?" Aslam laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than this, you filthy Hindu slut. You’re going to scream, you’re going to beg, and you’re going to fucking love every second of it."He ripped the pallu off her saree, exposing her bare shoulders. Ila gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Aslam was faster. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with ease. "None of that, you whore," he growled. "You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to take it like the obedient little bitch you are."Aslam’s lips crashed onto hers, a brutal, dominating kiss that left no room for resistance. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, exploring every inch, claiming her as his own. Ila’s body stiffened, but Aslam’s grip only tightened, his other hand groping her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. He pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a muffled cry from her lips."That’s it, scream for me, you dirty cunt," Aslam hissed against her lips. "You’re going to scream a lot more before I’m done with you."He tore her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her breasts spilled out, and Aslam wasted no time. He latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting with a ferocity that made Ila’s body jerk in pain. Her cries only seemed to fuel his desire, his free hand sliding down her body, groping her ass through the layers of her saree."Fuck, you’re tight," Aslam groaned, his fingers finding their way under her saree, sliding into her panties. "But don’t worry, I’m going to loosen you up. I’m going to make you take every single one of my friends in this room."Ila’s eyes widened in horror as she realized there were more men in the room, their hungry eyes watching her every move. Aslam’s fingers delved into her wetness, teasing her clit with a cruel precision that made her body betray her. A moan escaped her lips, despite the shame burning in her chest."That’s it, you dirty slut," Aslam taunted, his fingers plunging deeper into her. "You’re already wet for me. You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you senseless."Ila shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No... please...""Don’t lie to me, whore," Aslam growled, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her body arch involuntarily. "Your body doesn’t lie. You want this. You need this. And I’m going to give it to you."He withdrew his fingers, holding them up to her face. "Look at that, you’re dripping for me. You’re nothing but a fucking slut, wet and ready for my cock." Aslam undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Ila’s eyes widened at the sight, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and something else she couldn’t quite place. Aslam grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness."This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" he sneered. "You wanted a Muslim man to show you what real fucking is. Well, here it is."With one brutal thrust, Aslam buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her tight walls to their limit. Ila screamed, the pain and pleasure mingling in a confusing wave of sensations. Aslam didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, his thrusts hard and unforgiving."Fuck, you’re tight," Aslam groaned, his hips pounding into her. "But you’re going to take every inch of me, you filthy Hindu whore. You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to fucking love it."Ila’s body rocked with each thrust, her cries filling the room. Aslam’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her body betrayed her, her hips moving against his, her moans growing louder with each stroke."That’s it, scream for me, you dirty cunt," Aslam taunted, his cock hitting her deepest spot with each thrust. "You’re mine now. You’re going to take every fucking inch of me, and you’re going to beg for more."Ila’s nails dug into the wall behind her, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. She could feel herself spiraling, the pleasure building despite her shame. Aslam’s cock was relentless, pounding into her with a force that left her gasping for air."Fuck, you’re so fucking tight," Aslam moaned, his thrusts growing faster, harder. "You’re going to come for me, you filthy slut. You’re going to come on my cock, and you’re going to scream my name."Ila’s body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her screams echoing in the room. Aslam’s cock throbbed inside her, his own release following seconds later, filling her with his seed. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs as he smirked down at her."That’s just the beginning, you whore," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You’re going to take every single one of my friends, and you’re going to fucking love it."Ila’s body slid down the wall, her legs giving out beneath her. She looked up at Aslam, her eyes filled with fear and something else, something he recognized all too well."Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it," Aslam sneered, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees. "Now, open your fucking mouth. You’ve got a lot more to take."

Aslam, a man filled with hate and lust, cornered Ila, a woman from a different religious background, and began to assault her physically and verbally. He tore her saree, exposing her body, and forced himself on her, raping her against the wall. Aslam, after reaching his climax, threatened Ila that he would make her have sex with his friends.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Aslam stood tall, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and cruelty. His gaze bore into Ila, who was trembling in her pristine saree, the symbol of her Hindu sanskari upbringing. The fabric clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the fear etched on her face. Aslam’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped closer, his voice dripping with venom.

"You thought your kind could get away with what you did to us, didn’t you, Ila?" he sneered, his hand gripping her chin roughly. "Your son, the pious Hindu leader, he thought he could incite riots against us and walk away unscathed. But now, you’re going to pay for his sins. Every fucking one of them."

Ila’s breath hitched as Aslam’s fingers tightened, forcing her to look into his eyes. She could see the hate, the lust, the need for revenge burning within him. "Please... Aslam... don’t do this," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"__Don’t do this?__" Aslam laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than this, you filthy Hindu slut. You’re going to scream, you’re going to beg, and you’re going to fucking love every second of it."

He ripped the pallu off her saree, exposing her bare shoulders. Ila gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Aslam was faster. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with ease. "None of that, you whore," he growled. "You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to take it like the obedient little bitch you are."

Aslam’s lips crashed onto hers, a brutal, dominating kiss that left no room for resistance. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, exploring every inch, claiming her as his own. Ila’s body stiffened, but Aslam’s grip only tightened, his other hand groping her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. He pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a muffled cry from her lips.

"__That’s it, scream for me, you dirty cunt,__" Aslam hissed against her lips. "You’re going to scream a lot more before I’m done with you."

He tore her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her breasts spilled out, and Aslam wasted no time. He latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting with a ferocity that made Ila’s body jerk in pain. Her cries only seemed to fuel his desire, his free hand sliding down her body, groping her ass through the layers of her saree.

"__Fuck, you’re tight,__" Aslam groaned, his fingers finding their way under her saree, sliding into her panties. "But don’t worry, I’m going to loosen you up. I’m going to make you take every single one of my friends in this room."

Ila’s eyes widened in horror as she realized there were more men in the room, their hungry eyes watching her every move. Aslam’s fingers delved into her wetness, teasing her clit with a cruel precision that made her body betray her. A moan escaped her lips, despite the shame burning in her chest.

"__That’s it, you dirty slut,__" Aslam taunted, his fingers plunging deeper into her. "You’re already wet for me. You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you senseless."

Ila shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No... please..."

"__Don’t lie to me, whore,__" Aslam growled, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her body arch involuntarily. "Your body doesn’t lie. You want this. You need this. And I’m going to give it to you."

He withdrew his fingers, holding them up to her face. "Look at that, you’re dripping for me. You’re nothing but a fucking slut, wet and ready for my cock." 

Aslam undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Ila’s eyes widened at the sight, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and something else she couldn’t quite place. Aslam grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness.

"__This is what you wanted, isn’t it?__" he sneered. "You wanted a Muslim man to show you what real fucking is. Well, here it is."

With one brutal thrust, Aslam buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her tight walls to their limit. Ila screamed, the pain and pleasure mingling in a confusing wave of sensations. Aslam didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, his thrusts hard and unforgiving.

"__Fuck, you’re tight,__" Aslam groaned, his hips pounding into her. "But you’re going to take every inch of me, you filthy Hindu whore. You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to fucking love it."

Ila’s body rocked with each thrust, her cries filling the room. Aslam’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her body betrayed her, her hips moving against his, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

"__That’s it, scream for me, you dirty cunt,__" Aslam taunted, his cock hitting her deepest spot with each thrust. "You’re mine now. You’re going to take every fucking inch of me, and you’re going to beg for more."

Ila’s nails dug into the wall behind her, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. She could feel herself spiraling, the pleasure building despite her shame. Aslam’s cock was relentless, pounding into her with a force that left her gasping for air.

"__Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,__" Aslam moaned, his thrusts growing faster, harder. "You’re going to come for me, you filthy slut. You’re going to come on my cock, and you’re going to scream my name."

Ila’s body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her screams echoing in the room. Aslam’s cock throbbed inside her, his own release following seconds later, filling her with his seed. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs as he smirked down at her.

"__That’s just the beginning, you whore,__" he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You’re going to take every single one of my friends, and you’re going to fucking love it."

Ila’s body slid down the wall, her legs giving out beneath her. She looked up at Aslam, her eyes filled with fear and something else, something he recognized all too well.

"__Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,__" Aslam sneered, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees. "Now, open your fucking mouth. You’ve got a lot more to take."

In a dark tale of revenge, a Hindu woman, Ila, is brutally taken by a Muslim man, Aslam, as retribution for communal riots. Aslam, driven by hatred and lust, subjects Ila to a week of relentless sexual degradation and verbal abuse, using her body to exact his revenge. The narrative delves into themes of communal violence, sexual dominance, and the brutal exploitation of a woman's body for the sake of vengeance.

A Week of Muslim Revenge

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