Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

This episode is dedicated to Pro10 who sent me the idea for the scene. This is pure sex, and I hope you enjoy. Pro10, this one is dedicated to you.



Around midnight, or perhaps a little later Swati reckoned, there had been a break, perhaps as much as a half hour, before the men came to life again. They’d been lounging around, getting their strength back, worn out with the excesses of the night. They ate bananas from a large bunch, the yellow skins of the fruits glistening in the light from the bare bulb in the ceiling.


Swati lay on one of the cots, tired, watching the men. Parvati slumped in one corner, her body partially covered by a sheet, quietly drinking something from a steel tumbler. Water probably, perhaps mixed in with some whiskey, Swati thought. She peed in a corner into a plastic box. 

The men had also been drinking a fair bit, mostly from the booze that Inder had brought but also from the bottle that Mahender had produced from his bag as his contribution to the proceedings. They remained limp, their penises hanging like noodles between their legs. 

It amazed Swati they were so unselfconscious about their nudity, but perhaps the communal fucking had loosened their inhibitions as had the booze. 

Then, at some unseen signal, they rose and started in on her. She gave in willingly. Parvati had a resigned expression on her face. While they remained limp initially, the things they began to do to Swati made them hard again in anticipation. 

This time, Mahender bound her arms behind her again and put nipple clamps on. It was an experience unlike any she’d had before. 

First, he pinched the nipple itself between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and pulled straight out. She wondered what in the world he was going to do, but also fearing something painful. All this while, his right hand had been behind his back, like a magician not wanting to reveal his trick, or perhaps simply to keep her in suspense. 

Then, in a flash, his right hand came up and before she knew it, there was a serrated, toothed device that looked like a butterfly. He placed it gently over the base of her nipple, but there was nothing gentle about what followed.

Swati had never had nipple clamps before, and the pain was excruciating, and once it settled down to a reasonable level, the pain/pleasure seemed to be wired directly to her pussy and she felt the tremendous jolt of electric pain travel from her nipples to her labia, to the point she almost had an orgasm. Again.

“Aaaaah! Oooooh!” She moaned, had in pain, half in ecstasy.

Then he repeated the process with the other nipple and the pain/pleasure redoubled. 

“Oooi Maaaa! Aaaaaah!” Swati made no effort to keep her voice down. 

She was sure that even the auto driver two blocks away was probably getting hard listening to her. He was probably turning over one of his wives and plunging into her cunt or ass as the fancy took him. He was probably an ass man, she thought.

Prakash lay down on one of the cots and laid Swati on top of him in the reverse cowgirl position. 

She could hardly breathe with the nervous anticipation. She felt herself shaking with the imminent double penetration. This was her favorite position in porn, and she’d never experienced it herself but seen it all the time in her favorite movies.

“Oooh, ooh,” she kept moaning, sometimes for show, and sometimes simply because she couldn’t keep from voicing her  pleasure as some random movement jostled her excruciatingly sensitive nipples or tugged on the chain connecting them. 

Mahender looked at her and frowned. “She’s making too much noise, Prakash Bhai,” he said. “I have just the thing for that.” He gave them a theatrical evil chuckle, like a HIndi film villain.

He produced a device from his bag of tricks that wasnt immediately recognizable. It looked like a ring with a strap. 

A fearsome looking ring-like device with radiating spokes from the circumference. She would later learn it was called, appropriately enough, a spider gag. It was quite comfortable once placed in postion, but almost as soon as it was placed, she realized two things. 

The first was that the ring allowed Mahender to put his cock in her mouth, and even throat even though she was gagged.  

She had zero control over the depth of penetration. All she could do was use her tongue on his cock. This she discovered when Mahender, as a quick demo, pushed into her mouth. By now she could tell even without looking which cock belonged to whom. 

The second thing she realized was she had no control over her saliva. Almost immediately she started drooling uncontrollably, rivulets of saliva dripping down her chin, onto her breasts and belly. Free lube, she figured.

The room had warmed up by now with just the small heater they used for cooking their food, and even the floor felt comfortable now. 

The next thing Mahender did heightened her excitement severalfold. She was aware she was dripping from her cunt, and her mouth like two broken faucets. 

The blindfold blocked out all vision, and heightened her other senses. Especially her hearing and sense of smell. And most important, her sense of touch. Her skin seemed to be on fire, raging mostly in her lower belly and chest. Centering around her nipples, the electric fire seemed heightened, even more than before. 

Someone gave the chain linking the nipple rings a tug and she moaned through the gag. She wriggled her butt, trying by feel to find the cock she had been promised. She would have gladly allowed it into either of her nether holes.

“Do it this way,” Mahender said, no doubt explaining the positions to the men. She of course, couldn’t see what he was asking them to do.

She felt a shifting, perhaps Prakash moving in a way that best caught the light, or perhaps the best camera angle. 

Prakash stuffed his now fully hardened member in her ass. It went in like a hot knife through butter, snagging not even a bit at her sphincter. 

Briefly, she flashed back to the first time he had done this in the conference room and how much it had hurt. 

There had been a searing, tearing pain like she had been constipated and was trying to force the largest turd in the world out her asshole. 

It had taken quite a while for her to get used to the pain. Her head had been pushed into the carpeted floor that time, she recalled. 

Now, the feelings were sensual, comfortable, and after he’d seated himself inside her rectum, feeling full, he began moving, slowly, using short in and out movements. 

“Aah, aah,” are the only sounds she can make with her mouth held open by the open gag.

“That’s right bitch, keep moaning,” Prakash said.

Swati anticipated this position to be one more where she wouldn’t be able to move much if at all. She would be immobilized by the rope binding her arms, and by the men plugging her holes.

“Now watch this,” Nawaz said, but Swati had no idea what he was talking about.

She had barely settled into the slow rhythm that Prakash had set up fucking her ass than she felt the pressure at the entrance to her cunt. A few seconds passed as she tried to fathom what it might be, and then realization dawned. 

It was Nawaz, trying to force his large cockhead into her. With Prakash already in her ass, it was going to be a tight fit. A really tight fit. She wondered briefly if he would even be able to do it.

Swati opened her mouth and tried to breathe in short puffs, trying to ease him in. 

She had found it useful the last time Nawaz had fucked her, but at the time he had been going in solo. Now there was Prakash’s thick member in her rectum to contend with. There was after all, only so much space inside her pelvis. The men though, seemed determined to try.

“Oh man, she is tight!”

This was true, and this despite the copious lubrication she had produced. She was literally dripping from her cunt, not to mention the thick viscous drool from her mouth that must have but his time reached her lower belly. No need for additional lube, just swipe it form there and apply where needed.

“Oh yes, the bitch is tight, sure, but I’ll get it in. I’ve done this before, and I know it can be done!” Nawaz was wheezing with the effort.

Then Prakash gave an upward lurch that lifted her off his body for a split second, and Nawaz gave a simultaneous muscular shove, and he was in! 

They were both in! 

A low groan escaped her mouth, cut off almost instantly by Mahender’s cock in her throat. And there she was, in that ragged chawl room in the middle of Bhim colony, completely airtight. 

“Guk, guk, guk, GUKKKK!” was the only sound Swati could make as Mahender throat fucked her. He seemed determined to elicit the most lewd and vulgar sounds from her throat that night, and she happily obliged. 

“Ggggaaa! Guk, guk, GUKKK, gaaaaah!” All of the sound of course, was muffled. 

Swati felt an incredible tightness and pressure in her pelvis. It seemed like the proverbial two pounds of sugar in the one pound bag. 

The feeling was indescribable, and while not painful, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment, like an athlete who runs a sub ten-second hundred-meter race. She was a sexual athlete and she had succeeded in doing the DP she had dreamed of. 

The four of them paused for a few seconds absorbing what they had accomplished. 

At least that was the way it seemed to Swati as she struggled to absorb the sensations that flooded her body, shallowly breathing through her nose. Drool leaked out between her lips and Mahender’s cock and dripped slowly down her body. 

She was held in a semi upright position by Prakash’s strong arms, her own being pretty much useless, tied as they were behind her, elbow to elbow, writs to wrist.

Ait tight, she said to herself, she was airtight. 

A slow throbbing began to make its way deep in her impossibly stuffed pelvis, a pressure so great, she felt she must burst. Her bones would part and her pelvis would shatter she was sure. 

How did the pornstars do it with such consummate ease? 

But even as she was wondering about this, she could feel her muscles relax, her ligaments make way, and the overwhelming sense now was that of intense pleasure. 

The men began to move now, and the pressure and pleasure intensified. 

A sudden orgasm caught her unawares, radiating from the pit of her belly and out and out, swelling like the tide. 

A rippling and continuous orgasm began deep in her pelvis, one that lasted many minutes. 

Perhaps it was the sensory deprivation, perhaps it was the inability to breathe properly, and Swati wasn’t sure the orgasm was really that long, but she figured it must have been fifteen or twenty minutes of continuous orgasm during which time the men continued to pump into her body without letup.

The word climax came to her mind, and she wondered if something so prolonged could be called a climax, or more properly a plateau. A really high plateau. 

Then all thought was driven from her mind as she gave herself over to the carnal delights she was experiencing. 

The dark churning in her pelvis with tendrils, both thin and sensuous, as well as thick and more grasping, all of them spreading up and down her body, engulfing each and every organ, lifting her up, imperceptibly, inch by inch above herself.

She stared to black out again, because breathing through her nose alone was becoming difficult and her mouth was stuffed beyond human possibility. 

And then something even more incredible began to happen. Her pleasure peaked, multiplied many folds. The pressure in her pelvis softened, let up for a bit, and then squeezed and spasmed like an epileptic. 

Liquid lava erupted throughout her body, red hot and profound, so consuming that she felt this was the height of all pleasure and she would die, just die this minute. And if she died and went to heaven, that would be all right with her.

She gasped, opened her mouth wider than Mahender’s cock would allow, more than the ring gag, impossible as that feat was and gulped in a huge draft of air. 

One of the men, probably Nawaz, she guessed, sensing she was coming, and coming big, pulled, yanked, tugged hard on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. 

She sensed her nipples being stretched, pulled to their limits, and the pain was excruciating, and red hot.

That sent her over the edge and she screamed into Mahender’s cock, letting out the gulp of air she had just inhaled, drool spattering everywhere, and although she couldn’t see it, she sure felt it on her body. 

Swati was vaguely aware of the two men coming inside her, a double cream pie, one after the other, one in her ass, flooding her insides with semen and the other in her pussy. 

Nawaz was unbelievably potent, producing what seemed like a huge amount of cum whereas Prakash was relatively meager, having already come a few times before. 

The immense surge that lifted her up began to recede, and there was a pause, a moment of pure silence and blackness, the tendrils relaxing, disappearing, the sparking of pleasure diminishing. 

Mahender deposited his load deep in her throat, there being no barrier to the depth of his entry. 

Swati swallowed it down with some difficulty, coughing when she was able to. It was hard to swallow with her mouth held wide open, she found out. 

It was a night of many discoveries, and she was only getting warmed up.