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Rahul and Priya stood over Sharada as she stirred in her sleep. She slowly woke up, groggy eyed and rubbed her eyes into wakeness. With a sudden burst, she realized that she wasn’t alone; she slithered backward to the restroom’s walls. “Rahul, what the hell are you doing? What is she going to do to me now?”
“It’s your turn to get dumped again,” Rahul said.
“What do you mean, again? I know you aren’t my boyfriend anymore.”
“Are you sure you know that?” Rahul asked. “Really sure? Because you’re sticking around me a lot for no good reason.”
“What do you want me to do?” Sharada asked. “Look at my head Rahul, I’m a bald slave to you and your stupid Miss big boobs.”
“Stupid Miss big boobs?” Priya asked.
“Yes, that’s all you are. Nothing but a mistake. I’ve known Rahul for years. He’s going to get bored with you so soon, your head will spin.” Sharada said.
“Ooh, I’m so scared.” Priya laughed. “Rahul will get bored with me and my large breasts. Hey, I am much more than perfect boobs and ass. I’m the perfect girl for him in every possible way.”
“You’re going to say that and he’s going to agree with you for now because he’s in lust with you- he’s not in love and never will be. All you both ever do is kiss and have sex. He’s my boyfriend, he’s the love of my life. I won’t give up on him until he realizes that.” She crawled forward and held Rahul’s legs. “Look at me Rahul, look at what you both have put me through. I haven’t eaten in a day, I had to smell her ass and drink her pee in the train and I’ve been sleeping in this toilet for just a few measly hours. How can you still not realize that you’re making a mistake?”
“Because I’m not.” Rahul said, looking straight into her eyes without a blink. “In fact, it’s time for me to be even more explicit, since you won’t move on.”
“What do you mean more explicit?” Sharada asked.
Rahul took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I hate you.”
“Obviously, she has brainwashed you.” Sharada said.
“I hate you so much,” Rahul cast off her hands and let her drop back to the corner of the room, “that there isn’t a bad enough punishment for you and your sickening obsession.”
“I am committed to us.”
“But there is nothing here to be committed to!” Rahul said. “You are blind if you see anything happening between us now or ever.”
“It’s like you’re possessed. You haven’t even got any humanity left in you anymore.” Sharada said.
Rahul turned to Priya and giggled with her. “Listen to yourself go on about me, when you are the one sticking on to me like a plague.”
“You called me a plague?”
“A plague. That’s what you are.” Rahul said. Sharada’s eyes broke into tears. “I hate you so much.”
“I don’t think she will get it until you make her feel it.” Priya said.
“Make me feel what?”
“His hatred for you.” Priya caught Sharada’s head, raised one leg over her neck and brought it down from the other side, trapping her head between her upper thighs. She caught the girl’s chin in a lock made with both her hands and made her look up to Rahul. “Look at the man you think you love.”
Sharada tried to break free but she had little strength left. Rahul bent over, smiled at her and swung his hands around to deliver a devastating slap to her cheeks. “I hate you!” Sharada’s head dropped from Priya’s grip and she fell down in a pool of her own tears.
“You saw that?” Priya asked. “You felt that? Would he hit you like that if he didn’t hate you?”
“He’s just trying to show off to you.” Sharada said.
Priya caught her head and brought her up again. “You just can’t feel his hatred, can you? It looks like you need a lot more punishment.”
“Alright! I get it, he hates me.” Sharada said.
“Now that just sounds insincere.” Rahul said. He turned around and brought down his shorts, showing her his black underwear and fair buttocks. “Come on, get up and ask my ass how much I hate you.”
“No!” Sharada screamed, bringing up her hands in resistance but Priya pushed her face forward into Rahul’s butt, suppressing the scream and any chance of her resisting the punishment. A cloud of suffocating brown fumes emanated with a disgusting noise from the bottom of the buttocks, stinking her face into submission. For the second time, Sharada dropped to the floor, starving for a breath of clean air.
“So, what did his ass say?” Priya asked.
“I don’t care. I hate him so much, now.” Sharada said, shaking her head.
“But no redumping is complete without the closing step.” Rahul said, falling down on his ex-girlfriend and sitting with his naked butt on her face.
“Please don’t, Rahul.” Sharada pleaded, only to have her mouth closed off under his heavy ass.
“Someday, maybe even today, your obsession is going to be your death.” Rahul said. “Normally, even the thought of doing this to a girl would kill me. But I hate you so much, this feels perfectly right.” Sharada tried to mumble something but her voice was completely muffled under Rahul’s weight.
Rahul supported himself on his hands and brought himself a couple inches over her face. “You are going to eat my hatred for lunch. Open your mouth now, bitch!” Sharada cried as she watch huge turds of shit dropping on her face as her long lost boyfriend relieved himself over her. The overpowering stench crushed her breath and her soul; she passed out within moments, her bald head rolling over the excrement of Rahul’s punishment.
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