Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[veeravaibhav]

Wonderful update

[anjali]

Nice update

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I just gave you some colors, but its your artistic mastery of writing;  which made the portrayal of scene so apt and vivid like those old age large scale painting in museum. 

This update; along with other specifically special updates at best known to you; will be itched, glued and impregnated in my mind. it will be key to the castle of devilish desire.

[LustyLeo]

Very nice

[abcturbine]

You are Genius....
Superb....

[NovelNavel]

Awesome bro

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Happy new year to swati mishra.

[vishuvanathan]

Wishing the Author and all readers of the forum HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023
Let this new year bring great health, wealth, prosperity, good friends, success in personal and professional front.
Pray the almighty to eradication the covid pandemic
Take an oath to work towards the betterment of the future, good things for our forthcoming generations.
God bless all. Live and let live.

[S Darko]

Happy New Year, Dear readers. Here is the next installment. The story is slowly drawing to a close as you might imagine. Thanks for sticking with me and Swati, this long..



Swati took a long breath and paused in her story. 

She picked up her drink and took a long sip of the martini, finishing it. 

She waved to the waiter for a repeat. He nodded and disappeared. 


“Wow!” Neetu was awestruck. Her jaw hung open as she took in the story. “All that degradation and humiliation…fucked literally in public, by those low-class people! All those people watching…not to mention the public triple penetration…air tight isn’t it?” 

Neetu shook her head as though in disbelief. Then she narrowed her eyes and looked at Swati sideways. “You get off on it, don’t you? The pain and the humiliation and of course the sex. Most of all, I think it’s the situation, the people, the environment.”

Swati gazed at her friend. She saw understanding there, not judgment. 

She nodded. “You’re right. That’s what I get off on. It is like an addiction now. I went to a swingers' party last year around Christmas, and while it was fun, I always thought something was missing. There were five or six men there and we did everything. In private with one and then two men and then there was an orgy in the kitchen on Christmas Day. There was this huge guy called Baldev who was there with his sister-in-law. He was fucking her because his own brother was gay, and it was a convenient arrangement for them. He brought her to the swingers' party and I suspected from what she said that he might be even pimping her out. It was all great fun, but…”

Neetu nodded. She tilted her head and gazed at Swati, considering. “I wouldn't mind a trial run of something similar. Of course, I understand that every experience will be different. This ain’t no fantasy fulfillment service…but I guess it could be.”

Swati nodded, then shook her head. She was thinking of what had followed that night. “I would go to the chawl crawling on my hands and knees if Prakash called me. I am that far gone. The sex is addictive, like a drug, like heroin I think. Maybe like cocaine. I haven’t done either though.”

Swati closed her eyes as she relived those moments in the chawl, late at night. She spoke, still with her eyes closed. “But you don’t understand. I thought I was in control, but I was wrong. These things take on a life of their own. I don’t really know where things are headed, but I am a little worried.”

After a moment to collect herself, Swati continued her story.

There she was in the chawl, in the lane behind Prakash’s tenement, sitting on one man, his cock in her cunt, another man behind her on his knees, his rampant cock in her ass, and Prakash standing on one side, her head tilted to him, her mouth plugged to the brim with his cock. 

They had been fucking her in all her holes, in and out, creating exquisite feelings, feelings she craved, feelings she could die for and she was a hair’s breadth away from a gargantuan orgasm when all three men stopped moving as though on cue.

Then, her mouth filled with liquid as Prakash started to piss. 

So this was it. 

This was the punishment! The pungent smell of his urine hit her nostrils before her mouth overflowed and flowed down the front of her body. Her throat worked as she tried to swallow as fast as possible to prevent choking.

The heat of the urine warmed her and she welcomed it like a warm blanket in the chilly night. Then she felt more heat in her pelvis as the two men in her cunt and ass started pissing there too. 

Swati felt the humiliation make her face flush as she overflowed piss from her nether fuckholes. 

She simply stopped swallowing the piss that Prakash was hosing into her mouth and sat there, taking the mortification, the indignity, the sheer shame of sitting in front of an audience with her holes plugged and dribbling copious amounts of urine.

She couldn’t even hide her face, red as it was with embarrassment. 

There was no place to hide, nowhere to run, not with all her holes plugged with cock, and held in place with manual bondage. 

Swati was a true three hole where now, in every sense of the word. She wept with the humiliation, but no one saw her tears.

Prakash pulled out and the men pulled out too, one after the other. They stood around her in a loose circle and let the remaining piss flow onto her body as though they were hosing her down.

“All that cum and stuff. We’re doing you a favor washing it all away,” Prakash said.

The other men laughed. One said, “Personal shower, haha!”

“Enough to take a bath if we had a tub!” remarked another.

Swati bent her head as she listened to the barrage of insults and the urine continued to pour down on her. She focused on the runnels of the liquid running down to the drain in the corner of the mori. She tried to ignore the ribald comments the onlookers made. 

There were many women now, it seemed from the voices she heard. Most of them thought she deserved it for being such a whore. Although it must not have lasted more than a few minutes, it seemed endless to her. More men joined in and pissed on her, some spat on her and called her names. 

When the men were done, a few women laid her down on the cold concrete and raised their saris, and pissed on her too. 

They spat on her and called her names. 

It was true, Swati thought, that the women were more vicious than the men. 

She thought they might be a little jealous of her, but she knew she was only deluding herself. Who in their right mind would want to be gang fucked in the open like this and then pissed upon? 

When it ended, Swati lay in a puddle of piss that slowly ebbed as it drained away into the gutter. 

She was no longer warm from the hot piss the people of the chawl had discharged upon her. She was getting cold now.

She felt something cold and metallic on her neck, clinking, and then some conversation. 

“C’mon, lets go get some booze,” Prakash said. 

There was a general murmur of agreement and the men moved out, leaving her alone in the cold night, lying in the mori, chained by the neck like an animal. 

The men all seemed to be fucked out, at least for the time being.

She lay there for what seemed like hours, uncomfortable, getting colder by the minute, until she could no longer feel her fingers or toes. 

She had no clothes to wrap herself in, no rags, nothing she could wrap herself in. 

All that she could reach with the chain around her neck was the mori tap. After a while, she roused herself enough to open the tap. 

A thin stream of cold water flowed out, but it felt warmer than the ambient air, so she tried her best to wash, to rid herself of the stink of piss. 

Then she lay back and waited. 

She wasn’t sure what she waited for, whether it was Prakash, who would most likely subject her to further indignities or someone else who might take pity on her.

Her mind swam as she tried to fixate on the light from the stars and the moon, and at some point, she fell asleep.

[killthecheats]

Awesome, Swati is down, but yet to fall.

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[abcturbine]

Superb....
We want swati adventures to continue for long time...
Hope you will consider our request...

[Manikandarajesh]

Swathi had enough. Time to end. Great narration.

[Sadaf151296]

Any boy interested to humiliate me, personal message kre

[Redbull_69]

Super b waiting for next update

[abcturbine]

Waiting for updates ....

[pro10]

its been quite a long time.
Hope you will return with a great update again.

[S Darko]

New update, but no apologies. 


Arvind’s phone rings. 

He has just been given his phone privileges, the tube in his windpipe having been removed just the day before. It has been a tough few weeks and he is still on a shit ton of medication, but now the worst is past him. He is still short of breath, but his oxygen saturation is acceptable on room air. He does have the oxygen mask for use if he needs it. 

They have identified the pathogen as a virus, now widely being called by a complicated name, but more colloquially as the Chinese virus. Many people have died and there are websites now tracking infection and death rates. It has replaced other things that people used to track such as cricket and soccer. 


His parents have both passed away while he was on the ventilator in the ICU, thoughts of his own mortality crowding out all others. No one was even allowed to witness the cremations, but someone had sent some pictures on WhatsApp. He has had some time to reflect on his own demise, his life of thirty odd years counting for not very much. 

He thinks of his brother, Ashok, now also in the ICU. He gets some progress notes from the nurses, but he believes they are overly optimistic. He feels Ashok may not make it. That would leave Swati all alone, perhaps at his mercy. Hmm, stuff to think about. Perhaps he could have her legitimately. Marry her even, if Ashok were to die that is. Perhaps keep her as a sex slave? Anything was possible. These were, after all, unusual, even unprecedented times. The slap she gave him all those years ago resounds in his mind. 

He picks up the phone and sees Alexei’s name on the display. 

“Hello?” his voice is a hoarse croak that he hardly recognizes. He is still not used to speaking; the tube had been in his throat for over four weeks.

“Hey man,” the Russian says, sounding a little out of breath, “Bad news I’m afraid.”

“What? You got it too?” Arvind feels a surge of energy in his tired limbs and his heart beats a little faster. If Alexei has the virus, that would not exactly be bad news. In fact, it would be news of the good news and bad news variety, that is bad for him and good for Arvind, and bad news these days almost always meant the virus. Arvind tries to keep the smile out of his voice. He would gain hierarchy and make more money.

Alexei gives a little cough-laugh. “Oh, no, no, no, not the virus. I have to leave the country now, the boss has recalled me to Kyiv.”

“Okay.” Arvind pauses, a little disappointed, wondering what it is that Alexei wants. He is in no shape to do anything other than sit up weakly in bed. The energy he’s felt a moment ago has dissipated.

“I need you to get that bitch asap,” Alexei says. 

Arvind does not need to be told which bitch is being talked about, and he feels a little stir in his loins, a sensation he hasn’t had for a while. 

For her, he might be able to stir himself. Perhaps not today, but in a few days it might be possible. Also, with Alexei out of the country, he wouldn’t have to deal with Nikolai either. He could save the exorbitant amount of money he was preparing to pay the other Russian. He wondered if either of the men was actually Russian. Just having a Russian sounding name didn’t mean anything. They could be from anywhere in the former Soviet bloc. 

“Hmm. Okay. Maybe not right away, but soon. When are you returning?”

“I have a container ready to leave in a week. I think March 21st or 22nd, but these days there are so many delays. I won’t be able to return in time, I think, so it is up to you.”

Arvind pushes himself up in bed to an upright position. He knows there are at least twenty, if not more girls in the container already. It is a big task to keep them all docile and safe until they’re ready to be dispatched. He takes a deep breath and says, “Is that guy, um... what’s his name, available?” The name escapes him.

There is silence while Aleksei presumably thinks. Then he says, “you mean the muscle guy? Sammy?”

“Yeah, Sammy.” Sammy is muscle with very little between his cauliflower ears. “He’ll come in useful.”

“Okay, I’ll send his contact to you. I'll talk to him also. Get better soon. ” Aleksei hangs up.

There is a knock at the door and a nurse comes in with a clipboard. She beams at him. “Looking better today, Sir.” 

Ashok grimaces. She is a Malayali nurse, supposedly the most efficient and dependable of nurses, but not very good looking. The good ones go to the Gulf, he knows. But no reason to be churlish. He finds a smile. “Thank you sister.”

Three days later, he leaves against medical advice. 

He figures he will recuperate better at home. He doesn’t visit his brother Ashok who is in the ICU. He reflects on the death of his parents, and his sick brother. It is a miracle he's made it. These are tough times, he reckons. Dangerous times, Apocalyptic times. Times when people like himself can thrive.

It is difficult to even walk for more than a few meters, but he leans against the wall as he slowly makes his way to the front door of the hospital. Don't they have wheelchairs in this place? But everyone that works in the hospital is busy, scurrying about, wearing those weird plastic suits. All around him people are wearing masks. The hospital employees as well as the patients and visitors.

He calls for an Uber, but isn’t sure he can navigate all the way to the special area reserved for the shared vehicle. In fact, he is sure he cannot. He cancels the Uber, but still has to pay a fee. A small fee, but still it was something.

He calls Sammy. “Hey man, can you come and help me out here? I’m at this hospital…”

Sammy arrives in ten minutes. He is huge, well over six feet tall and heavily muscled. He wears a large cloth mask and an eye shield. He handles Arvind like he’s an infant and deposits him in the front seat of his SUV.

Arvind leans back against the cushioned interior and breathes heavily. When he has finally caught his breath, he outlines the plan. 

Sammy nods. He takes notes on a little notebook in the dashboard. When Arvind is through, Sammy starts the car and eases out into the late afternoon traffic. 

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Thank you for the update.❤️

[Askk2me]

Nice going!