Fantasy HOT WIFE RICHA (CONTINUATION BY "KINKY_BADSHAH")

[Kinky_Badshah]

The surprising thing was that this time I without any delay took out my tongue and started moving it on Havaldar's shoes. When I had licked one shoe properly, he brought the other shoe in front of my lips. "Take it and polish it with your tongue." I could not see my own plight. To tell you the truth, I had been much more beautiful than any of their wives or even women they had fucked and I had not seen such a plight of any such beautiful girl even in any porn film. I now started moving my tongue on his other shoe as well.


I was hanging upside down and there was not a single piece of clothing on my body- I had just licked the havaldaar's shoes clean with her tongue and I was dying of this humiliation by biting my lips. After this I saw that constable placed a chair right in front of my mouth and sat on that chair after opening the zip of his pants- the height of the chair was adjustable because I saw that him adjusted the height of the chair to a level from where I could take his penis in my mouth- after adjusting the height he took out his erect penis from his underwear and slapped my cheeks with his penis and said- "Take it in your mouth and suck it and it should remain inside your mouth until I say so."

I took his erect penis between her velvety lips and started moving her tongue on them - the havaldaar's facial expression looked as if he had reached heaven - he was sitting completely relaxed on the chair and was enjoying this unique oral sex with me. I had never seen myself giving blowjob in this upside down position even in blue films – this was a completely new scene for me – there is probably no greater humiliation possible for any beautiful girl than to be stripped naked and hung upside down and told to take the penis in her mouth and suck it.

After some time I heard constable say – “Now my semen will come out which you will drink completely – not even a single drop should fall down or else wherever the drop falls, you will have to lick it and clean it from there itself.” erotic scene began – I could never have imagined that a blowjob can be given like this.” As soon as I said this, constable filled my mouth with his semen and I started drinking it quickly so that not even a single drop falls on the ground. And this is what happened – I did not let even a single drop fall on the ground, although I was thinking that this would definitely happen because my mouth was downwards and my legs were upwards.


Constable took out his semen-stained penis from my mouth and again placed it in front of my lips and ordered- "Clean it with your tongue." And I took out my tongue and started moving it on his penis. Constable started pressing and caressing my breasts which had become completely erect and had come out with both his hands.


When constable had enjoyed me for a long time, he removed his penis from my lips and said, "Your performance is fine but since you have been caught for the charges on your husband by a bigshot lawyer, you will have to report here at the security officer station every Sunday at 10 pm and apart from this, We can call you for interrogation any day and any time we want.

You should record your phone and home address in my case book outside." After this, They untied me and made her stand straight and said, "Wear your clothes and do as I have said. Whatever has happened to you here, the record of it will remain with me forever - if you ever try to be clever or make the mistake of not following my orders, then this record will be out in the market."

“Sir, are you completely happy with me ??. My punishment is over, right?” I looked at Constables with a lot of hope. “No . Your punishment is not over now BITCH and you can't go to your home WHORE, but if you do follow our orders again properly, you can earn your freedom else face the same fate as your husband.” I was completely surprised by Havaldaar’s words.

“Sir, I don’t understand what you want to say…” I looked at them. They also understood my doubt and said clearly- “Look, this is not a one time thing, your husband's custody and his life threads - they will always be with us. Whenever we order you to come and meet me, you will have to leave all your work and come to us and perform whatever we ask you to do, you will have to do it without any hesitation. If this does not happen, then this sissy husband of yours will be dead.”

I understood that they were going to blackmail me for the rest of my life. “Did you understand or should I explain it again?” said the constable, placing his hand on my sinful bulge and pressing it. “Yes sir. I understood.” I said. “Then it is okay. Wear your clothes now and leave from here. Your mobile number is on my pass – this number should never be changed, should never be switched off and my every call should be attended immediately otherwise… you yourself are smart.” He said smiling looking at me.

You will be coming back here tomorrow at 6 PM as well. Tomorrow is an important day for you If you really wanna save your husband. But that depends solely on you. If you are able to satify the JUDGE of court. Your proceedings will not go further and verdict will be in your favour. Also its beneficial for Inspector Maheep as well as he could get a promotion to A.C.P. All you need to show him is your seductive skiils, make him happy and earn your husband's freedom.

Else forget your husband forever from this world. Also we will be keeping your husband in our custody for some time. Just to ensure that you still remain obedient to us and dont act smart outside. Don't you dare complain about us in media or anywhere. This will remain a secret between you and us. Is that understood slut ?

I responded Yes sir, Okay sir. EK BAAT PUCHU, “Then you… I mean what did JUDGE Sahib want….” I looked at them.

They both chuckled seeing me getting involved into the plan already. "YEH KI NA TUNE PATE KI BAAT, AB SUNN DHYAAN SE"

“The last girl we caught. She was so scared of Inspector that as soon as he told her that she had to please JUGDE Sahib, she stood naked in front of him without any hesitation...” said havaldaar.
“Unless the girl shows tantrums, who enjoys hitting her?” He was probably telling the truth.

“Okay sir…tomorrow I will do the work that will get your judge satisfiied , your inspector gets promoted and I can earn my husband's freedom as well. I will do so much drama that not only JUDGE sahab but even you guyz yourself will be stunned. Just keep my husband safe in your security officer station. Put your handcuffs ready to put them on me again tomorrow.” I said this and spread the suspense and walked away from there.

Next day I was getting anxious with the thought of saving Bharat from the clutches of security officer and Court. I did (could) not pay much attention to any other task whole day and started thinking about the program for tonight. After this I called Inspector Maheep. “Sir, this is Richa. I was told everything about your promotion oppurtunity and I am ready to help you in that. Thats why I want to come today at 5 pm instead of 6 pm so that I can tell you about my program in detail.”

What objection could Maheep have in this? Thus, the program for 5 pm was fixed and I reached Inspector Maheep's special crime branch security officer station at exactly 5 pm. I could see bharat still locked up in Prison . The inspector was waiting for me there in his cabin. On seeing me, he said, "You seem to be more interested in my promotion than your husband's life..." "Yes sir...absolutely...after all, if you become an A.C.P., you can be of use to us too and release my hubby." I looked at him. He understood what I was hinting at and said, "Once I become an ACP, then whoever you ask, I will pick him up and hand him over to you - at that time my powers will be even more." "Yes sir..." I said flattering him by boosting his male ego, "After becoming an ACP, you will become a king in the security officer department - by the way, even now you do not consider yourself any less than a king. Just dont forget to spare my husband."

"Now tell me what is your plan for which you have come almost 2 hours early." Maheep said impatiently.

“Sir, you just handcuff me and make me sit here on the ground and tell the judge that I have caught this woman today for driving a car without a license after drinking alcohol… other than this, don’t tell anything else to the judge so that the judge feels that this is absolutely fresh stuff that is being served to him… after that whatever happens, I will manage it. You don’t worry about it at all.” I told my plan to Inspector Maheep.

It was 7.45 pm and the judge Sahib was to arrive at around 8 pm. There was very little time left. Maheep sir quickly handcuffed me behind my back and I sat on the floor in a corner as per the plan. I did not face any difficulty in sitting on the floor because I was wearing a skirt and a T-shirt. Maheep sat on the sofa in front of me in such a way that when the judge arrives, it appears that after arresting me, he has kept her only for the judge Sahib's pleasure. At exactly 8 pm, a security officer jeep stopped outside the security officer station and the judge Sahib got out of it and came inside.

Maheep stood up from the sofa and saluted him and said, "Good evening sir! You will not be disappointed today, Sahib. Today I have kept the freshest stuff for you. Just an hour ago, I arrested her from a deserted area of GT Road for driving a car at high speed without license after drinking alcohol.” “Have you punished her yet or not?” JUDGE Sahib looked at MAHEEP. Perhaps he suspected that Maheep was handing over a beautiful girl he had found to the judge without doing anything.

“Oh no, Sahib, I don't have the guts to even look at your thing. This fresh and tender married bud is only for your pleasure. Use her as you wish, just take care of my promotion.” Maheep said flattering JUDGE Sahib. “Okay. You do one thing, meet the S.H.O. of Tilak Nagar and consider it a complicated case. They have exposed a sex racket there. I want to give the investigation of that to you. Till the time you settle the case and return here, I will have fun with this lady.” JUDGE said while telling Maheep the plan to send him away from there. After Maheep left, JUDGE closed the door and locked it so that there is no disturbance in his fun.

After this the JUDGE (55 y/o) sat on the sofa in front of me and picked up the security officer baton kept on the table and pointing it towards me said- “Come on stand up and confess your crime” I also pretended to be scared and told- “Sir I was driving the car after drinking a little alcohol- there was a kitty party arranged at one of my friend's house and my license was left at home- just for this small crime the security officer officer has arrested me- now you only do some justice to me…” The JUDGE cast his eyes on my fair naked legs and said-

“Looks like you will have to take off your clothes- come here near me so that I can open your handcuffs.” As per his order I stood facing the judge. “Come on turn around!” The judge ordered and I turned around- he opened my handcuffs and said- “Now take off all your clothes and show me your beautiful body so that I can decide your punishment.” I pretended to be shy-“Sir, is there no such punishment in which I do not have to remove my clothes because till date I have not removed my clothes in front of anyone except my husband.” On hearing my words, the bulge in the middle of the judge's pants became erect and he said while caressing it- “No lady, you have to show me your naked body or else I will sentence you to put you and your husband in jail for at least 5 years- did you understand?”

“Yes, I understood” came out of my mouth. “Then do not delay and get naked” The judge held the glass of wine in one hand. I too pretended to be very shy and started taking off my clothes slowly. My T-shirt had two buttons on the neck which were closed. I slowly opened them and then started lifting the T-shirt with both my hands and slowly started trying to take it off so that in the meantime the judge could go crazy seeing my smooth stomach and navel region. And this is what happened. When the T-shirt got separated from my body and only the white bra remained on my tight chest, the judge said, “Very beautiful and sexy. Now quickly pull the skirt to your body.”

Opening the side zip of the skirt and sliding it down, I pulled the skirt close to my body and my white colored panty was visible through it. I kept one of my hands on my vagina and with the other hand I tried to hide the curves of my breasts. The condition of the judge was worth seeing- he had emptied the entire glass of wine and was pouring more wine from the bottle into it. “Raise your hands and come and stand near me!” The judge called me to him- he had spread both his legs while sitting on the sofa so that he could caress his erect penis in between. I deliberately went and stood in the space between his legs- my navel was very close to his lips- I pretended to move a little and brought my navel close to his lips- he held my waist with both his hands and started rubbing his face on the smooth stomach of my navel region.

After this, getting excited, he himself removed my bra and panties from my body and kept satisfying his hunger by caressing my naked body. The judge's penis had become erect like a tent inside his pants but he was still busy playing with my body. I felt that I will have to do something before something goes wrong. I suddenly pretended to lose my balance and dropped my body between the judge's legs. "Sorry sir, I lost my balance. I have been standing for a long time = that's probably why", saying this, I placed my mouth on the bulge coming out of his pants. The judge felt an electric shock from this action of mine. He immediately opened the zip of his pants and took out his erect penis and said, "Come on, if you are tired, then relax a bit. Put this inside your mouth and run your tongue on it."

I felt as if I had got my wish – this was what I wanted because this was my expertise and this could become the judge's weakness. I took his erect penis in both my hands and took it in my mouth while moving my tongue on its front part – after this judge Sahib lost his senses – he had probably never had so much fun before. From the sounds coming from his mouth, I guessed that the judge was completely satisfied and Maheep's promotion was almost certain – after some time the judge's semen came out in my mouth and I did not delay in drinking it. The judge took out his penis from my mouth and said – “This has become very wet with my semen – clean it with your tongue too! “ I then started moving my tongue on it and cleaned it completely. Meanwhile the judge's phone rang and he put his penis inside his pants and zipped it up. After looking at the number on his phone, he disconnected it and said, “ This was Inspector Maheep's call. He must be about to reach here. You have made me happy. So your punishment is forgiven for now. I will recommend Inspector Maheep to end your punishment. Now wear your clothes and prepare to leave from here.

In a short while, Maheep reached there and the judge was happy to see him and said- “Congratulations ACP maheep! Your promotion is confirmed. I will get your promotion order typed tomorrow itself. I will personally recommend your name in Home ministry ” “Thank you Sir! If you need any other service from me, please tell me!” Maheep's happiness was also not hidden. “What should I do with this lady, Sir?” Maheep asked the commissioner looking at me.

“She is a fun woman….forgive her and if you agree with me, you should also taste her once- celebrate your promotion with this married bitch.” The judge as if instructed Maheep. “As you say Sir!” saying this, Maheep agreed with the Judge. Saying this, the Judge left from there and Maheep and I were left alone in that room again- “Tell me Sir, my plan worked and congratulations to you on your promotion! Now please leave my husband. He is literally starving since last 18 hours.”

[Kinky_Badshah]

Allright, but let me talk to Devesh bhai first. If he came to know that behind his back, I released his culprit. Then our friendship will be at risk. Also I will give him a positive feedback about your performance.

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The call went on but Devesh didn't respond. Inspector told me to wait for his call back. But more than an hour passed by without any update. Finally around 11 PM he himself came to the security officer station. This time it was his dad with him as well. Mr Pathak (68) was our society's secretary. He had been handling this responsibility since past few years. Having political connections, he used to divert some funds to make his money white from black in the name of holding this position. He was a bald man with grey moustache. Wore dark black glasses, golden chain and looked more of Goon or Don. I was already warned by our neighbours to not indulge with him unnecessarily. But my poor husband was unaware of that fact.


He (Mr Pathak) was angry at Bharat for breaking his favourite car's window pane the other day. Also the disrespect of theirs in the society caused by my husband was another grude he had in mind. He too wanted to have a word with him and make him learn a lesson for messing with his family.



"How are you now, Bharat ?" Pathak asked, standing right in front of me. I kept my eyes on the floor.  "I am better now, Pathakji." I replied.  "Master." Pathak thundered back. "You will call me 'Master'. I will ask again, how are you?"  I looked at him, not comprehending. He wanted me to call him as 'Master'?  SLAP!  My cheek suddenly started to feel very warm. Shame and humiliation started to make me blush immediately -- once again I hadn't seen his hand move.  "I ask you again, how are you?"  "I am good, Master."  "Good! I decked you pretty smartly, eh? You didn't even fight back."  I gulped.  "Master." I said, with all humility. "You are much stronger than I am, Master."  I have never been slapped before, particularly by a man.  Pathak smiled. He had won. Again  Then he turned back and spoke to all the people waiting outside the small room.  "Come in here, all of you." He ordered and then turned to his main henchmen. "Neeraj! Aman! Tell everyone to come in here."

Neeraj and Aman -- his two main henchmen and deputy leaders. "Go stand behind the husband." Pathak ordered them. "If Bharat moves, you know what to do."

The two men nodded, and then walked to stand just behind me. I realized that if they wanted, with just one move, they could knock me to the ground. I wouldn't even see it coming. Bharat went and stood beside Richa,

My wife Richa decided she had to speak out. Stupid Richa. "What do you intend to do with us?" She asked. "We have already been very cooperative. And then you hit my husband."

Pathak didn't say anything, but calmly walked up to face Richa. He then slowly raised his hand and touched Richa on her left cheek. Richa shuddered, but didn't say anything. She glared at him, defiantly staring at him right in the eye, sighed. She knew where this was heading.

SLAP!

The sudden slap caught everyone in the room by surprise. Pathak had raised his hand slightly while patting my wife's cheek and then suddenly she was on the floor, grimacing. In the dim light of the overhead bulb in the room I saw that her left cheek was now slowly becoming red.

"Hey!" I growled, "What do you think-"

I never finished my sentence as I felt a sharp pain in my ankles. One of the men had kicked me right in the shins, making me lose my balance. As I was falling, the other man caught me, and then locked my arms behind me in a death grip. I was useless, motionless, and unable to move. These were strong men, and I was no match for them.

"Get up, bitch." Pathak ordered, barking at my wife.

Richa stood up, warily looking at him. She was holding her cheek with one hand, rubbing the side of her face. The slap must have stung.

SLAP!

Pathak swung his hand and caught her on the other cheek with the back of that hand. He moved fast, and he was powerful. Richa never saw that slap coming. She went down again, this time clutching her other cheek. Stars must have swirled in front of her eyes, pain exploding in her cheeks. No one had ever hit her like that before.

No one else in the security officer station said anything. Everyone was watching the drama unfolding in front of them, starring Pathak, the leader of the night and Richa, my wife, now being slapped like a prostitute.

"Stand up." Pathak ordered again. He raised his hand once more. "Bitch."

"Pathakji!" I interjected, suddenly breaking the silence. "Please forgive my wife, Pathakji. I spoke out of turn. I apologize on her behalf, Pathakji."

Pathak looked at her. Then he smiled.

"That is very nice of you to say so, Hubby." He told me. "You definitely have more sense than your CHINAAL wife ."

He walked to Richa and his hand went to her chest. Through her small shirt, he lifted her right breast as if to weigh it.

"You have ample goods here to be treated nicely, Mrs Richa," Pathak said, as his other hand began to maul my wife's left breast.

"Please let me go." My wife begged him in a small voice.

SLAP!

No soon had she finished talking Pathak struck my wife again. Before she could even respond to the slap, he hit her once more.

SLAP!

Richa now had tears in her eyes, and her cheeks were bright red from the beating.

"I am sorry, Pathakji, I am sorry." Richa started to apologize, her defiance broken. "Please forgive me, Pathakji. I spoke out of turn. I apologize, Pathakji."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Her apology seemed to have no effect as Pathak slapped her again. And again. The quick succession of blows had stunned her.

"Bitch!"

SLAP!

"Whore!"

SLAP!

"Slut!"

SLAP!

"Cunt!"

SLAP!

I decided I must also speak out.

"Master!" I decided to swallow my ego and implore the monster and remembered to call him 'Master'. "Please forgive my wife, Master. Please don't slap her again, Master. We will do whatever you say. And my wife will do whatever you tell her to do, Master."

Pathak had his hand raised for another assault on my wife's soft, tender cheeks, but he stopped. Slowly, a grin broke out on his face and then he turned and addressed his men.

"Look what a man he is!" He roared. "Begging me not to hit his wife. Powerless to intervene."

There were various degrees of laughter from his men.

"Stand up." He ordered Richa, who quickly complied. She had tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Yes, Pathakji."

Her cheeks were now a brilliant red and bore the imprint of Pathak's fingers.

"Mrs. Richa." Pathak starred right back at Richa, his face inches from her. "Do you want me to kill your husband and you?"

A cold shock passed through me. This guy was pure evil. His tone was so casual, even as he talked about taking our lives. Richa was shocked; I could see Richa shudder again.

"No, Pathakji." She pleaded. "Please! I will do anything. Please don't hurt them."

"Anything." Pathak repeated her word, and appeared to be reflecting on it. He once again started to play with her boobs. There was now absolutely no resistance or defiance from Richa.

Then Pathak turned to me.

"What do you think about that, Bharat ? Do you think she means it? Is she really going to do whatever I want? Whatever these men of mine wants?"

I didn't know what to reply. What could I say? What I knew was that I must not antagonize this man. He seemed crazy. And what was crazier - our lives depended on him being happy with us.

"Master." I pleaded. "Please have mercy on us. My wife will do anything you ask her to do. ANY thing. Please don't beat her any more, Master."

I felt so useless, so humiliated. I was begging another man not to hit my wife, promising that she would serve him in any way he wishes.

Pathak laughed at my helplessness.

"Your wife's a fine, good looking piece of ass. We men here know how to take care of women like that, don't worry, Bharat. She's going to have fun with us."

"Er ... yes, Master."

Seeing me capitulate, Richa decided to try another tactic.

"I beg you, Pathakji, please, don't make me do this. This is a sin. Please just let us go. I promise we won't say anything about you to anyone in society. We won't do anything to you from now onwards. Just let us go."

Pathak laughed and reached out and grabbed Richa by the hair. He didn't pull it, but just held on to it, showing Richa that if he wanted, he could cause her pain. He then leaned in and almost whispered into her ear.

"You are wrong, Mrs. Richa. You will do something for me. In fact, you will do a lot for me. When I am done with you, you will be BEGGING to do things for me. And for me to do things to you! By the way, listen carefully."

Suddenly he let go of her and faced both of us.

"Bharat & Richa. . If I wanted to," He said, "I would shoot you right now, and dump your bodies in the gutter. No one will know and no one can trace it to us. No one will even find out anything about what happened to you in the middle of the night."

He paused, letting what he said sink in. I shivered involuntarily.

"On the other hand," He then turned to glance back at my wife, "if you ... and your pretty, wise, husband over here, be a good couple , we can have a deal. See -- we men don't like to bang married women. We like to fuck them. It's so much easier when they are willing, as opposed to when we have to tie them up and beat them up. If we beat them too much, eventually we end up killing them, you know."

"When will you let us go?" Richa asked him. I realized that other than begging for mercy, neither I had talked. It had been Richa who had been defiantly, bravely, and yet foolishly, trying to oppose these people.

"In about two months we may stop somewhere, We may let you go then."

"You may let us go? How can we trust you?" Richa asked.

Pathak looked at her, and then burst out laughing. The rest of his men joined in the laughter.

"You can NOT trust me." Pathak told her. "And for asking these questions, I will spank you later, Mrs. Richa!"

Richa sighed. It seemed that she had been marked out for special treatment by the captain, regardless of what she did.

"Look, I really have no desire to kill you. Both of you." Pathak suddenly confessed. "But I will, if needed, have no doubts about that. All of us men have killed before. So, I will tell you again ... BITCH ... and you ... NAMARD HUSBAND ... if you do what we ask you to do, obediently and willingly, you will live, and EVENTUALLY will be free to go. Do you understand?"

The last question was aimed at both Richa and myself. I spoke first.

"I will do whatever you ask me to do, Pathakji." I said. "I am your slave. Your dog. I am your domestic . You can do what you want with us. You will not have ANY complaints from us."

Pathak looked at her, and smiled. and she smiled back, somewhat fearfully. Then everyone's attention in the room turned to my wife.

"I will ... also do ... everything you ask me to." Richa slowly enunciated. "Pathakji. You ... and your men ... can do what you wish ... whenever you wish ... with me."

"And .. what does that make you, Mrs. Richa?"

My wife gulped.

"Er ... that makes me ... a slut, Pathakji. A slut and a whore."

Pathak looked at me.

"What do you say, Bharat?"

"I ... yes, Master. You are all welcome to bang my ... sorry, I mean to use my wife and me as sex slaves, Master."

Pathak turned back to his men.

"It would seem, brothers, we have a deal with Mrs. Richa and her husband."

Laughter filled the room. My heart sank. Were they laughing because of what Pathak and his men would make my wife do, or because they knew that in the end we would be killed no matter what? I could see Richa's eyes fill with tears as she herself no doubt wondered what this evil gang's 'deal' would include. What did these bastards have in mind? They all meant to fuck her certainly, but what besides a simple piece of ass was on the menu?

She was to soon find out.

Pathak stood beside Richa. He reached out and cupped one of the butt cheeks. As Richa remained quietly standing, Pathak squeezed her ass and fondled her bottom.

"Men." He said, addressing his crew while continuing to pinch my wife's buttocks. "This is your Richa Bhabhi. She has a nice ass."

Loud hoots and catcalls responded to his announcement. Pathak grinned.

"Now, if she is your Bhabhi, you are all Devars to her. And we all know about the love between a Devar and Bhabhi, don't we?"

More loud catcalls and cheers in reply. Pathak continued to squeeze my wife's butt cheeks as he spoke to his men.

"I want you all to show your Bhabi a lot of love, alright men? She is there to be the target of your hawas -- your lust -- so make sure you take advantage of your Bhabhi, ok?"

Pathak then let go of my wife's ass and turned to her.

"Richa." He said, somewhat gently. "Let me spell something out. You have just taken your husband's life in your hands. "Remember, Richa. If you displease me, I will kill your husband. So whatever you are asked to do, by me or my men, you will do so NICELY. Enthusiastically. You will do it with pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Pathakji. I understand."

Then my wife paused. She looked at Pathak, and then asked in a small, nervous voice. "But, Pathakji, you all will use protection, won't you? I mean condoms?"

This was the moment. This was the question. This was when I felt gutted. My wife knew she would be sexually violated at the hands of these savages, and knew I couldn't help her, so she was trying to limit the damage.

Pathak looked at her and then burst out laughing. Once again, his men joined in the laughter. When they quietened down somewhat, Pathak addressed her question.

"Condoms? Why, Mrs. Richa?" He asked, "Do you have some diseases?"

"No, but ..." Richa began, but she was cut off.

"My guys were all medically checked some time ago and are clean. They have used condoms when we visit brothels, but here in the security officer station I see no reason to bother."

"But ... but ... what about pregnancy? Two months! I ... I ... I could become pregnant."

"We don't have any pills here on board." Pathak told her. "And you don't have any IUD in you?"

"Er ... no. You see, we wanted a kid, so we were trying ..."

"THEN YOU WILL BECOME PREGNANT!" Pathak roared, and then started to laugh again. Once more, his men joined in. The laughter continued for a while, as Richa looked helplessly at me. I couldn't meet her gaze and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Pathak walked up to Richa and caught hold of her chin.

"Mrs. Richa!" He told her. "Our mission for the next two months will be to get you pregnant. EVERY lad on this boat will deposit his sperm deep inside you. By the time we are done with you, your belly will be knocked up."

Richa didn't say anything. Neither did I. It was clear these people meant what they were saying.

"Brothers!" Pathak turned to his men and roared. "Are you all up for it? Can you all work hard and get your Bhabhi pregnant?"

"YES, BOSS!" They all roared back, boisterous and loud.

"Vikas!" Pathak suddenly barked. "This gori chitti randi is wearing too much clothes. Take off her skirt."

It was clear that Pathak wasn't done with Richa. Her initial defiance was going to cost her.

Not only would she have to submit to him and his men, sexually, but he was going to take her dignity in front of everyone. We had been relaxing on our flat when we were captured, so we hadn't been wearing much. Richa was now going to be stripped naked in front of the whole men.

Vikas, standing beside her, simply reached down and pulled down her skirt. In one tug, her skirt was at her ankles.

A cacophony of whistles ran out from amongst the men as Richa's voluptuous milky white buttocks came into view. She was wearing a thong underneath her skirt, so pretty much everything below her waist was now visible, with nothing left to imagination. He big, bodacious posterior contrasted sharply with her thin waist. Everyone could now see that her hourglass figure would continue with her gigantic melons. She hadn't shaved down there for some time, since I sort of liked her with a bit of a bush, so she had lots of pubic hair that were now visible through the skimpy thong.

At a signal from his boss, Vikas stood behind my wife, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it up. My wife, mindful of not being punished mercilessly again, cooperatively raised her arms and let this henchman pull her top away from her.

"What beautiful mummay!" Neeraj couldn't contain himself at the sight of her knockers and remarked out loud. "Boss! Look at the bitch. What beautiful mummay!"

Richa was a sight to see. She was wearing a thin pink bra, but it was too small to properly conceal her big melons. Her boobs bounced about as the boat rocked to the gentle waves of the quiet sea, and the sight of every man in the room was transfixed on her. She was a tall lady, so there was a lot of skin on display. Firm, smooth, milky white skin.

"Shall I take off her bra, boss?" Vikas asked. Pathak shook his head.

"No." He said, and then addressed my wife. "Mrs. Richa, please come here."

He seemed to take particular delight in the word Mrs. Probably getting his jollies from the fact that he was going to denude my wife in front of me.

"She's a fine piece of ass, Bharat." He said, talking to me "With legs and a butt like that, I'll bet she can the squeeze cum right out of a man. If I put her in the bazaar in Kamathipura, I could probably earn a 20,000 rupee every customer."

I didn't answer. I looked away, not bearing to see the sight. This was all too much.

"If you look away again," Pathak growled at me. "I will kill all of you right now."

I had no choice but to witness the scene in front of me.

"Mrs. Richa." Pathak spoke to my wife. "Please take off your bra and your ... is it a panty or a thong ... your bottom piece. Please be completely naked. We are all friends here, aren't we?"

Pathak now watched, waiting to see what my wife would do. Would she submit herself completely, by stripping voluntarily? Or would she defy him again? Richa was trembling, but she was no fool. No one could help us here, and our best bet in living lay in doing exactly what this piece of shit wanted from us. Besides, she had not forgotten being slapped so thoroughly.

To the relief of mine, Richa decided to obey Pathak. Reluctantly forcing a wry smile, my wife unclasped her bra, and then quickly pulled the thong down to her ankles. More wolf whistles followed from the crew as her boobs bounced out and came into full view. Now all she was wearing was her mangalsutra, the necklace every married woman wore in India.

Richa tried to best protect her dignity by placing one hand at her crotch, and an arm across her breasts. Pathak would have none of it. He grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her.

"Bitch!" He yelled at her. "Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together."

My wife had no choice but to obey. Her whole naked body was now on display, exhibited for all to see.

And my wife was a sight to see. Her body -- tall, firm, athletic, shapely. Her breasts, large, prominent, jutting out with erect nipples and large areoles. Her waist was smooth, wrinkle free, and no fat. Her bushy pubic hair was prominent, both near her arm pits and her genitals. She was every Indian man's wet dream.

Pathak could not resist this luscious female body that was his for the taking. He ran his fingers slowly over the long nipples, and with a mind of their own, each nub responded immediately to his stimulation. The gang all whistled in appreciation. Richa dared not close her eyes, but kept them fixed on the floor as this man molested her tits.

Pathak then reached down to where he had tied his dhoti.

Oh no, I thought. Surely, he wasn't going to bang my wife right here in front of everyone!

I was resigned to the thought of him, and every other man on the ship, having a piece of Richa, but I thought at least they would take my wife to a room and do the deed there on a bed. Now it seemed as if I was mistaken.

Pathak fiddled around with his nada -- the knot that held the loincloth together, and soon the dhoti fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Hanging there between his legs, for all to see, but especially for my wife, was his huge, huge dick. It was only semi-hard, but still way, way bigger than mine. Not only was it long, but also thick, round and robust. Under all this dark meat was a giant scrotum sack with two big balls.

Now I realized why he was going to humiliate my wife in front of me, my mother-in-law and his men. It was a show of power. An ultimate cock measuring contest that he was winning by a mile.

Pathak approached my wife with a menacing leer on his face.

And then, in front of everyone, including  myself, Pathak made my wife go down on him and give him a blowjob.

First he ordered my naked wife to get down on her knees. Richa never liked oral sex, and hardly gave me a blowjob. She hesitated slightly. Only so slightly.

SLAP!

A sharp sound rang out as once again Pathak slapped my wife.

"Richa!" He yelled at her. "Remember! You are to willingly do what we ask you to do."

Without any further word, Richa dropped helplessly to her knees. She then looked up at her persecutor.

"Take it in your mouth, slut." Pathak ordered. "I will train you how to be a proper cocksucking bitch."

He laughed at his cruel joke, enjoying himself immensely and pleased with the horror and shame written across my wife's face. Then, as my wife hesitated, once more he hit her.

SLAP!

The sound rang like a rifle shot. Richa's eyes were now tear filled, and her cheeks quite red. Both from the assault, and also from the shame. A respectable housewife, she was now naked, on her knees, about to give a gangster a blowjob. Helplessly, Richa opened her mouth and brought her lips to Pathak's penis.

She opened wide and took as much of that great cock into her mouth as she could. Pathak seemed caught by surprise at her sudden surrender. He was perhaps expecting her to resist a little more, but after a second's hesitation, he drove his hips forward to push his shaft farther down her throat.

"Ugggh!" Richa gagged a bit, but then adjusted herself.

Soon Pathak had a rhythm going. Richa would occasionally start gagging, but Pathak kept firm control by pulling and holding her by the hair, and making her head bob up and down as he pushed his monster appendage into and out of my wife's lips.

Everyone watched with rapt attention as this crude man fucked my wife's mouth. His minions were hollering and cheering their boss on. I noticed that Aman had procured a small Polaroid camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of my wife's humiliation.

Finally, Pathak could take it no more. His thrusts into her throat ceased. Richa instinctively knew what he wanted done, and her tongue worked in frantic circles around the great plum-like head. Pathak's hips were motionless now, and milky seed was boiling in his testicles. He would not be able to stand this exquisite torture much longer. Richa seem to also sense that his ejaculation was on it way.

And then Pathak erupted.

Richa tried, but she couldn't keep it all in. Pathak just kept on pumping his seed into her. My wife was beginning to choke on the sheer volume of the fluid that was filling her mouth. It was a full load, more than Richa could handle, never having swallowed cum before. She was chocking, gagging, but Pathak didn't care. He continued to empty his spunk down her throath. Dribbles of Pathak's salty seed escaped from the corners of my dear wife's mouth and onto the swell of her breasts.

Pathak now took his now soft meat in his hand, and slapped it against my wife's face, leaving a few drops of his semen on her cheek. Richa did not react to the soft blow, and the sticky string it left across her face, even though I felt it was a mark of admiration from Pathak for her performance.

"You saali randi!" Pathak told Richa as he finally got his breath back, "You really are one prize slut. A born cocksucker!"

Richa dropped back on her haunches, her head down, too humiliated by what she had just done.

Pathak stood up and pulled up his dhoti. He tied up the knot and then turned to Vikas.

"Go get a chair from outside."

"Yes, boss."

Soon a chair was procured and placed in the centre of the room. Pathak sat down on it heavily, and then turned to my wife, who was still kneeling on the floor, naked, and had cum trails on her cheeks and breasts. She seemed lost, in a daze, confused.

"Come here, bitch." He ordered. "I want you over my lap. It's time for that spanking I told you."

My wife looked at him, puzzled. Vikas, standing next to her, suddenly grabbed her by the hair, and hauled her up. He dragged her and then pushed her on to Pathak's lap. My wife was now lying on Pathak's lap, naked, over the knees, ready to be spanked like an errant schoolgirl going over a headmaster's knees. Her buttocks, now prominent and jutting out in her humiliating position, was on display for everyone to see.

I shook my head and looked away, unable to bear the mistreatment of my dear wife. I wanted to look away, but mindful of Pathak's threats, kept an eye on the continued humiliation of my wife.

Pathak placed his palm on her butt cheeks and squeezed one cheek. He then grabbed a little of the flesh and jiggled it. My wife, for her part, stoically looked at the floor and kept quiet. Pathak then inserted one finger right into her pussy.

"Ooomph." My wife cried out, as his fingers invaded her cunt, but otherwise said nothing. Pathak poked around for a bit and then withdrew his hand.

"Look!" He said, raising his hand for everyone to see. "She's wet. Your Bhabhi is all wet."

I could see that he was right. Pathak's fingers were wet and slimy with my wife's juices. He reinserted his fingers into her pussy and began to poke around there again, and we could heard the sloppy sounds as he examined her wetness.

It's OK, I tried to mentally comfort my wife. Your body is just confused. It is reacting to an extremely dangerous and humiliating situation. It's perfectly normal.

Yet, I wondered why Richa was getting aroused by the rough treatment she was getting. Her own body was betraying her. I could see her shake slightly, and her toes curling. What was happening to her?

SMACK!

Pathak's powerful hand came crashing down on my poor wife's bottom.

"Ungh." Richa grunted, but otherwise said nothing. Her body continued to shake.

SMACK!

"Ungh!"

SMACK!

"Ungh!"

SMACK!

"Ungh!"

SMACK!

"Ungh!"

Again and again the brute spanked my wife, and I could do nothing but stand and watch. All she did was just grunt after each beating, but otherwise she lay quietly on his lap, gamely taking the punishment. Finally, after what must have been ten spanks, Pathak stopped.

My wife's buttocks were a sight to see. Red, swollen, bruised and bearing the marks of Pathak's five fingers.

"Stand up, Mrs. Richa."

My wife stood up. She didn't look at anyone in shame, but kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Her hands clasped her stinging bottom. She had gone beyond caring about her nudity and didn't cover her breasts at all with her hands. Instead, Richa was rubbing her ass where she had been degradingly spanked.

And yet, as it was obvious to everyone in the room, there was a big, damp spot on Pathak's dhoti. One on the legs, just near the thigh. The wetness was from Richa.

"Looks like you were cumming as I was spanking you." Pathak remarked, to much laughter from his boys. I could see Richa stare at the ground, going red with shame. Her tormentor stood up in front of her and started to play with her boobs.


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I looked around. I was in a storeroom. It was a half filled with all sort of boxes. In the other half of the space, they had put a small comforter in one corner. That was to be my bedding, and I was given one sheet to cover myself as well. In the other corner there was a bucket. That was, I was told, for me to pee in the night if I wanted to, since the door was being locked from the outside.

What were in those boxes? I pried one of them open. There were lots of newspapers. Old newspapers, for some reason. And buried beneath the newspapers was a lot of wooden blocks. Now what were these men doing with boxes full of wooden blocks, or these old newspapers, I had no idea.

A small vent in the wall above the boxes let some air come in and circulate, so I could breathe. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a switch. Another small circular window, probably no bigger than a couple of feet with the glasses locked, let me look outside at the dark sea. This was to be my home for the next two months. If Pathak kept his promise.

I took a stock of the situation as quickly as I could. If I faced the door, to my right was a wall, on the other side of which was the captain's room -- Pathak's room. Richa was there, locked in, waiting for Pathak.

On the other side, opposite, was another wall. This wall separated the storeroom from the bedroom where Richa was kept. In essence, the storeroom was in the middle, with the bedrooms on either side.

I put my ear to the wall. These were thin walls. I could hear every little thing. I could hear Richa pacing herself, sit on the bed. I heard her use the toilet

They had attached washroom in the bedrooms, while I had to pee in a bucket, I thought ruefully.

A small groan from my tummy reminded me that I was hungry and was going to be made to skip dinner. I felt sorry for the ladies.

I wondered what time it was. It must have been 10 pm or so now. The sea was eerily calm and quiet, as was the boat. Where were the men? I had overheard Pathak say to Vikas that he was going to inspect some "shipment", before he would "enjoy" Richa's company. Vikas didn't appear to be Marathi -- though he did speak the language. I heard the others converse with him mostly in English or Hindi.

As for Richa, her paramours for the night were Neeraj and Aman. These two men were on the bridge. Perhaps they were going to take turns with my wife.

I examined the door lock. The key, I realized, was on the other side. I remembered this old trick I had learned some time ago. I could unlock this door using that trick, I realized.

No, I don't want to take a risk on the first night, I decided. Tomorrow, as I go about my duties, I will try and get an understanding the layout of the ship, and where the men spend their times at night, and so on. Any escape attempt would require more knowledge.

Suddenly I heard a noise. If I faced the door, it was coming from my left -- Richa's bedroom. She had a visitor.

I put my ear to the wall, trying to listen intently. A key was being turned. Someone was unlocking the door.

"You there, Richa Bhabhi?"

It was Neeraj. I mentally took note of the fact that he called Richa by her name. I hoped he would take pity on my poor wife and be gentle with her. Then I remembered the comments he had made about my wife's breasts. What had he called it? Mummay.

"Yes. I am here." Richa answered. "Please come in."

I heard a chuckle, and then heard a door slam shut. Neeraj was in the room with her, and he had shut the door. My wife was now alone with this man, locked in a room, about to be taken. I realized she must now be very, very nervous, yet her voice betrayed no such fact.

"Richa. That's a nice name. Please sit down."

I heard a small creak. It was from the bed. Richa must have sat down as instructed, and then I heard Neeraj sit on a chair.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked her.

"I wish I had some clothes." Richa replied. "It's chilly, and I am naked."

"There's a blanket on the bed, as well as extra sheets. You can use those when we are not here."

"Yes, Neerajji. Thank you."

"I am trying to be nice to you. If you complain too much I will treat you much more harshly."

There was a silence.

"I am sorry, Neerajji. I will not complain. I am prepared for you Neerajji. Please ... you can start any time."

"Richa, what's your measurements? Do you know?"

This was highly strange, I thought. Why is he interviewing her?

"Er ... not really, I am not sure, Neerajji. I think it's 34-29-36."

"And your cup size?"

"Er ... I don't know, Neerajji. I think it's a C. Or a D."

Neeraj chuckled.

I heard the chair creak. He had stood up.

"Come here. Let me measure."

There was silence for a while. I tried to listen hard, and fathom what was happening. I heard a small whimper, and then a grunt.

Perhaps he now had my wife's breasts in his hands. He was cupping them, squeezing them, leading to my wife's soft moans. He was "measuring" her. I guess then he put his hands on her bum and gave it a soft pinch, leading to the 'ouch' sound. His one hand must have been on one of her breasts, and his other hand on her bum. He was squeezing and fondling her, while "measuring" her.

"Do you like to have sex, Richa?" Neeraj asked.

"I ... I don't know, Neerajji."

SLAP!

He had slapped her!

"Please answer properly, Bhabhi. Do you like to have sex?"

"Er ... yes, Neerajji. But my husband and I don't have it too often, Neerajji."

Why did she have to say that? Besides, it was a lie!

Neeraj chuckled.

"For the next three months that won't be a problem, Bhabhi."

I realized he had just said 'three months' instead of 'two'. We were supposed to be their prisoners for two months. This was highly interesting, and only made me determined to find a way to escape soon.

"Tell me," Neeraj continued, "What sort of sex acts do you do with your useless husband?"

"Neerajji, we have normal sex. Like ... he comes on top of me ... does his thing ... and that's usually it, Neerajji."

"Hmm ... so you have never sucked his cock?"

"Um ... no, Neerajji. Actually ... I did once, but I didn't let him cum in me, Neerajji. I don't like doing that."

"So today ... it was your first blowjob, really! You never tasted cum before, Bhabhi?"

"No, Neerajji. I am a simple housewife, Neerajji. These things ... never crossed my mind, Neerajji."

"And you have never been fucked in the gaand before?"

"Neerajji?"

"You ass -- no one ever fucked you in the ass, bitch?"

"Er ... no, Neerajji."

"Good. So you are an ass virgin. Well, not for long. OK, Bhabhi, turn around and bend over. I want to see that ass."

"Yes, Neerajji."

"You have a nice ass, Richa. Big and fleshy, but not too big to be fat. Tight and smooth skin. I like it."

"Er ... thanks, Neerajji."

"Keep still, bitch -- don't move! Remain like that ... bent over."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Ouch!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Now, bitch, undress me."

For some time, I didn't hear a sound. I guess Richa was undressing Neeraj.

"Oh my God! What is this!" Suddenly I heard my wife say. Neeraj chuckled.

"This is a real cock. Just like my captain's."

"It is ... also ... so ... big. Huge." Richa exclaimed. "I thought only your captain - Pathak ji -- was so huge."

"Touch it. Feel it. This is a real man's cock."

Silence again.

I heard Richa make some soft sounds. They were both naked. She no doubt was now caressing this man's hardness, while he was pinching her breasts, leading her to make gentle mewing sounds.

"Is your husband not as big?" Neeraj asked. Richa didn't reply.

SLAP!

I realized that every time she would behave in a way that they didn't like, they would slap her. By the end she would be a trained puppy, behaving and responding just how they would want her to.

"No, Neerajji. He is ... quite small ... compared to this."

SLAP!

"Whenever I ask you a question, Bhabhi, you will answer. Got it?"

"Er ... yes, of course, Neerajji."

SLAP!

"Now tell me again how this cock compares to your husband." Neeraj ordered.

"Yours is very big, Neerajji." Richa answered, leading me to cringe. "His ... is hardly bigger than my little finger, Neerajji. Your almost goes to my elbow."

SLAP!

"Good answer, Bhabhi. Now let's go to the bed, bitch. I want to examine that pussy of yours."

Soon enough, the bed squeaked in unison as they stepped in it. Richa seemed resigned to the fact and let out a deep sigh. Before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. What was happening?

I realized soon that she was being fingered between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. Clearly Neeraj was getting her all hot and bothered. I thought he would straight away fuck her, but it seemed like he wanted to get her all aroused, and from the sounds, he was successful.

"You have a very moist, creamy pussy, Bhabhi." I heard Neeraj say. "It's so wet!"

"Aaaah ... thank you, Neerajji." My wife replied. She was moaning as well. I guess she had to reply if she didn't want to be slapped again.

"It's so soft. And tight." Neeraj continued. "How does that feel, Richa?"

"AAAAAH!" My wife exclaimed. "Oh, Neerajji. Oh, Neerajji!"

My wife continued to moan softly as Neeraj continued to finger her love tunnel. I soon heard Richa give a soft cry. I could picture her, clutching the bedsheets tightly with her fingers as her body spasmed in response to Neeraj's handiwork.

After about five minutes of this, I heard them moving around some more and in no time at all I heard the first mate let out a groan.

"AAAH... OH that's lovely, BITCH. SUCK IT. SUCK IT!"

His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. She had already given one blowjob today, and this was now her second. Would Neeraj come in her mouth? Or would he hold on and fuck her?

I got my answer as I heard a sharp cry from Neeraj.

"OOOOOH YES!! FUCK! YOU SUCK LIKE A VACCUM BHABHI!"

So, he was cumming in her mouth. I heard more movements, and presumably he was still busy ejaculating into her. I marveled at how far Richa had come in a mere couple of hours. She hated anything oral, and here she was, giving her second blowjob of the day and swallowing it all.

I suddenly realized I was very hard. With a horror, I looked at my trousers. I had a noticeable bulge. Oh my goodness! What was wrong with me! My wife was being ... used ... on the other side and here I was, aroused!

There was now very little noise from the other side. What was happening? They must have been in bed now, lying together, perhaps cuddling. He was probably playing with her breasts. She probably had her hands wrapped around his now flaccid member, trying to make it hard again.

It was nearly twenty minutes before the second round began.

A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. This was it. Another man was now having sex with Richa. My wife. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she was being penetrated.

"AAAAAH!" Richa cried out.

Even as I felt disgusted, I unzipped my shorts and began to fondle myself.

"Oh YESSS!! AAAH! AHHH!!" Richa began to cry out even louder.

Surely she was faking it? Surely she was doing it to keep Neeraj happy and prevent further punishment? Surely ... she could not be aroused herself?

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

My wife kept grunting.

The bedsprings began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. The bed was now hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. I imagined Neeraj shoving more and more of his giant dark cock into my wife until his balls were slapping against her ass. He seemed to be fucking her hard and fast now. Taking full strokes in and out of her cunt, his cock buried deep into her love tunnel.

"Ungh! Ungh! OOOOH YES!! Ungh! Ungh!"

From the noise of the bed creaking and the pounding she was receiving, I could imagine Neeraj pulling his cock all the way out, her pink pussy lips clinging to it as he withdrew, and then shoving it all the way back into my wife's body again.

"Ungh! Ungh!"

I then heard my wife begging Neeraj to cum inside her.

For a second, I could not believe what I heard.

"Please." I heard her whimper. "Please Neerajji. Cum in me. I need you to cum inside me."

Neeraj had been fucking my wife ferociously with his big cock for close to fifteen minutes now. I tried to rationalize it. She must want it to be over, so she is asking him to cum. What I didn't understand at that time was that Richa herself had been in an almost constant state of arousal ever since Pathak had made her go down on him. She needed someone to cum in her and fill her. Allow her to climax.

"OOOOH BITCH! TAKE IT!!"

Neeraj was now coming in her. I had no doubt, as I heard Richa's groan, and I heard the bed thumping fast, and I heard him grunt loudly. He was now emptying himself inside my wife. Richa was silent, occasionally letting out a grunt as Neeraj flexed his buttocks from time to time, pumping more and more of his seed inside her.

I suddenly realized that I was wet in my underwear. Goodness! I had cum in my shorts listening to the action on the other side. I groaned, as my balls continued to empty their spunk into my underwear. Well, I didn't have any way to clean myself. I was going to be sticky down there now for some time.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then Neeraj spoke.

"My goodness, Richa Bhabhi! You are such a slut! You have completely wet the bedsheet!"

Richa made some noise that I couldn't hear. Probably she was embarrassed.

SLAP!

"What did you say, bitch? Talk clearly. I don't want to keep slapping you."

"I am sorry, Neerajji. I was saying you were very good."

I heard a chuckle.

"Your husband doesn't fuck you that well?"

Once again Richa made a quiet noise, and once again I heard that rifle like sound as she was punished for it.

SLAP!

"I said speak clearly, and answer a question when you are asked, bitch. Or do you like getting slapped again and again?"

"I am sorry, Neerajji." Richa stammered. "I said my husband doesn't do it for this long, Neerajji. He lasts merely a minute or two inside me, Neerajji. And he ... doesn't have this much cum, Neerajji."

I felt myself blushing a bright red in humiliation as I listened to my wife's confessions. Surely she was just saying it to boost the ego of her rapist.

"I am still inside you, bitch." Neeraj said.

I realized that he hadn't withdrawn from her. Yet. He was still lying on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her. He had cum fully in her fertile womb, possibly making her pregnant. So, if what he was saying was true, the wetness of the bedsheet was all Richa. She must have been leaking like an open faucet.

I heard a plonk! sound.

"OOOH that feels good." Surah uttered. He must have withdrawn from her now. "You have drained me, bitch."

"Thank you, Neerajji."

I thought that was the end of it. I crawled to the other end, and listened, but heard nothing. Richa must have been sleeping now. Pathak was not there.

I decided to lie down on my "bed". The floor was hard, and cold. The comforter was very thin. I just hoped there were no bed bugs. The sheet was also very thin, and I was still sticky from having ejaculated earlier. I had opened my shorts completely, and was just sleeping in my underwear.

I shuddered. I realized it is one thing to watch a movie, but another to try and be a hero in real life. Right now, I felt anything but.

I tried to sleep. It was tough, knowing what my wife had endured just now. Almost half an hour had gone by and I hadn't heard a peep from that room.

And then suddenly, just like that, I heard another noise.

CREAK!

CREAK!

The bed. It was the noise of a bed creaking.

Unbelievable! Neeraj was fucking my wife again!

I made sure it wasn't coming from any other room. No, I was correct -- it was from Richa's. I listened.

"Neerajji." I heard Richa pleading. "Please be gentle. You have a big lund, and I have never taken it in the gaand. Please put some more coconut oil!"

Richa was taking it in the ass!

I sat down in disbelief. My wife had adamantly never let me have anal sex. And here I was, listening to her on the other side of the wall, engaged in the very same act!

The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame intensified. This time her vocalizations were much clearer.

"Ooooh Neerajji." I heard her cry out. "Slower, please. Slower! Aaaah, nehi! Please use some more oil!"

He was fucking her earnestly now. The noise of the bed was frantic -- I felt the bed would break at any time.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

He was spanking her butt now, and I could hear Richa cry out. Neeraj, however, was merciless.

"You are a bitch, Richa. So, take it like a bitch and stop complaining!"

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

One again all I heard was the creaking of the bed, and then I heard Richa again.

"Aaaaangh! Aaaaangh! Aaaaangh!"

Richa was grunting in short bursts. Since she had never taken it in the ass before, she must have been in a lot of pain. I imagined her face contorted, and her breasts slapping back and forth as Neeraj pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Oh, Neerajji! Oh, Neerajji! Oh, Neerajji! Oh, Neerajji!"

My wife now let out a tremendous noise as she started to climax.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"OOOOH YES BITCH! TAKE IT BITCH!"

I heard him make a guttural sound. He was at this moment no doubt squirting a good quantity of his semen into my wife's behind. I heard Richa once again let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided.

I closed my eyes. Sleep came soon after.


The captain was retiring for the night, his slave girl by his side, naked, spanked and well fucked.

I thought that was it for the night, but then I heard a knock. It was a soft knock. I realized it was coming from the other side of the room -- someone was knocking the door where Neeraj was sleeping with Richa!

"Wake up, Neeraj, wake up!"

It was Aman. Why was he waking up the first mate? I soon found out the answer.

The door opened.

"What is it?" Neeraj asked, groggily.

"It's been four hours, Neeraj." Aman replied. "It's your shift on the bridge now. And my turn with the randi."

"Oh, really? Wow... sorry, I was so tired!"

"Go! Soon it will be morning and we all have to wake up. I want to fuck that saali before I catch some sleep."

"Yes, yes. Richa is sleeping though."

"Wake the bitch up."

I then heard a sharp noise.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Wake up, Bhabhi!"

I decided I didn't want to really hear anything anymore. Besides, it's been four hours since Richa had been taken in by Neeraj and bangd. Now it was Aman, waiting his turn with my wife. I knew I would be expected to be up before breakfast, so I better get some sleep.

It was hard, falling off to sleep in that dinghy room, on the floor with the uncomfortable bedding, but I had to. The last thing I heard before drifting off was a sharp series of spanking sounds.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Richa was being spanked on the ass.

Then there was silence. He must have climbed on top of her and penetrated her.

CREAK!

CREAK!

The bed was moving again. And then I heard her whimpering, and then moaning.

"Aaaaah! Oooooh! Harder! Push!"

There was no doubt. I knew these sounds. She was having an orgasm, even as this gangster Aman was ravaging her cunt.

As my eyes shut, I heard Richa softly murmur, "Harder! Harder! Aaaaah! Amanji! Please cum inside me. I need your cum, NOW! OOooooh, Amanji!"

Then I heard some more whimpering, and then a groan. The bed started to shake violently.

That man Aman was now flooding my wife's insides with his sperm.

I tried to go back to sleep.



I put my ear to the wall. I was in my storeroom again, locked in for the night. I was listening to the wall that was between Richa's room and mine.

I heard the door slam shut. Aman had just entered the room.

And then I heard my wife scream.

"Oooo Amanji!" I heard her say. "You have picked me up as if I am just a pillow!"

The brute must have just picked up her by the waist. I couldn't hear much, but it seemed like Richa wasn't even struggling. I knew that she was simply trying to make the best of a really bad situation, but it somehow hurt me. For some reason, and I know it is counter intuitive, I wanted Richa to put up a bit of struggle. She seemed to be giving in a bit too easily. Even last night she was laughing with the men, saying things about my cock, and having an orgasm even after they had slapped her.

I heard a whoomph sound and then the bed creaked loudly.

"Aaagnh!" My wife murmured. Aman must have tossed her like a little stuffed animal onto the bed.

I heard a belt being unbuckled, and then the rustling sound of pants being dropped to the floor, followed by another noise. The shirt. Aman was now completely naked.

"What do you think, bitch." I heard him utter.

"OOOOOOH Amanji." I heard my wife groan. "It is soooo big! I don't think I can take it."

"You can, and you will."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I heard three quick slaps in succession, and my wife whimper.

"Spread your legs, raandi."

"Yes, Amanji."

"Let's get the icebreaker out of the way, eh Bhabhi!"

I heard him climb on to the bed. I heard him spit. He must have spit onto his hands and rubbed his big cock a few times.

And then I heard my wife scream again.

"OOOOH Amanji. Please, be gentle."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I realized I was hard. Ashamed as I was to admit it, I took out my cock from my pants and started to rub it.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Again and again he slapped Richa. I could hear my wife cry out in pain, and then the bed squeaked loudly.

By now Aman was on the bed, and must have spread my wife's legs wide open, and then pushed his hard, huge cock into Richa's waiting pussy.

"AAAAAAAHHH!" I heard Richa moan as her cunt was invaded.

"You are such a slut, Bhabhi." Aman growled. "Look how wet you are! I didn't even need the spit. Lalan was right, you get off on that rough, macho stuff, you bitch!"

My wife was now unable to say anything. She was moaning, her hips rocking as Aman drilled into her.

"Oh yea. Wrap your legs around my hips. That's the way, bitch. You like it rough, don't you!"

SLAP!

SLAP!x

The bed continued to creak, louder and louder. Then I heard my wife speak.

"Yes, Amanji. I like what you are doing to me. Please push into me. Harder please, Amanji."

SLAP!

SLAP!

I tried to see if she was faking it, but I couldn't detect anything from the tone of her voice. She genuinely seemed to be loving it! She seemed to like being slapped! Or was she just putting on an act for Aman? It was so hard to tell, but what I could hear was her pumping her hips hard back at Aman. Her breathing was now coming in loud gasps and moans. There was no doubt -- she was in the throes of an orgasm.

I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection. I shook my head in disgust. What was wrong with me! Yet I couldn't help myself as I rubbed myself harder.

SLAP!

SLAP!

I heard Richa cry out again as she was slapped again and again. Ever since Pathak had punished my wife, the rest of the crew seemed to have taken it as a license to slap her at will as well. Aman seemed to be taking extra delight in copying his master.

"OOOOOH Amanji." My wife screamed. "I am cumming. OOOOOH. Please, cum in me, Amanji. Please!"

My own cum can out, shooting fast against the wall. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back for a chair and sat down.

I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked hard by my Aman and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot. He was now really giving it to her. The bed was squeaking and Richa's loud moaning was coming through the wall clearly.

Yes, she was being bangd, but did she have to enjoy it so much?

"OOOOH SAALI!!"

I could tell by a loud groan from Aman that he was now beginning to ejaculate. Richa had already achieved her orgasm, and now she just made soft mewing sounds as Aman began to deposit his cum into her. The bed continued to jerk violently as his seminal fluid flowed into her.

Then there was silence for a few minutes, punctuated only by the sounds of heavy breathing from the amorous couple. It wasn't over, though. Of course, it wasn't. Aman was just getting warmed up.

In about five minutes, I heard Alraf roll over. He seemed to have grabbed my wife by the hair, judging from her complaints.

SLAP!

Then I heard him order her, "Lick me clean, bitch. Suck all the cum off me."

I couldn't see, of course, but I imagined Richa position herself over his still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and slurping the goo between her lips.

Aman must have held her hair in his fist, pulling my wife's head up and down on his erection.

"OOOH YEA. That's good, saali. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, bitch."

There was silence for some time. I wondered what they were doing. It was so infuriating not being able to see!

Then I heard Aman give her bare ass a resounding slap, probably leaving a red mark.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You are a hot little piece of ass, Richa, a first-class slut - no denying that. But don't be getting too comfortable, Bhabhi. I've only just started."

It was a long night for Richa. Throughout the night, I was awakened by the sounds of Aman and Richa's uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or two, but by my calculation, Aman fucked my wife four times and gotten a blowjob twice, and once he had taken her in the ass.

I heard Richa cry out when he was drilling into her anal cavity.

"OOOOH Amanji! Have some mercy! Please, gently. I am not used to such a big lund, Amanji."

He was insatiable -- apparently never getting totally soft, always staying at least semi-rigid. From what I could hear, Richa's mouth, cunt and ass were always open for business. From the sounds that she made, I now had no doubt that she was also enjoying herself. She didn't seem to get enough of Aman! They didn't seem to get much sleep that night -- Richa and Aman.

[Kinky_Badshah]

Once during the middle of the night, I was woken by up another sound. I half expected it to be Richa and Aman again, but ... as they say ... all was quiet on the western front. No, so where was the noise coming from? And what was it?

LASH!

LASH!

I crept towards the wall that separated me from the captain's room.

Where RICHA stayed.

LASH!

LASH!

What was that sound? I put my ear to the wall.

LASH!

I then heard a soft whimper and a cry. And then a laugh.

LASH!

LASH!

I shook my head. There was no doubt what PATHAK JI was doing. He was using a belt, and he was lashing my WIFE'S bodacious buttocks.

I listened for some time. After he was done, there was a long pause during which I only heard the soft sobs of RICHA . Then I heard the beginnings of another noise from the same room.

CREAK!

CREAK!

CREAK!

The bed started to creak. PATHAK JI was now fucking her.

How can you have sex with a woman right after you have whipped her, I thought. These were some sick perverts.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

As I listened to their thrusting on the bed, I became aware of another noise. No longer was RICHA only grunting as PATHAK JI pushed his monster cock inside her, she was also moaning. A lot.

"Oh, PATHAK ji! Oh, PATHAK ji! Oh, PATHAK ji!"

The cries of her were the cries of a woman caught in the threshold of an orgasm.

I listened for some time, as they continued to fuck in earnest, until I heard PATHAK JI groan.

He was ejaculating inside her.

I closed my eyes for sleep that remained elusive.




Next morning, I was woken up by Aman and then would have to report to the kitchen to help in breakfast duties. During breakfast, I would be subject to taunts of whoever had spent the previous night with Richa.

I would be told how Richa enjoyed the numerous times they had emptied their balls inside her, on how she likes it rough, or how she would complain that her husband wasn't as man enough as her most recent paramour.

Aman took particular enjoyment in tormenting me. It seemed that next to Pathak ji, he had the largest dick, and this was acknowledged by the others, so he was expected to provide a more thorough fucking to my wife.

"Richa just kept rubbing my cock." Aman would tell everyone. "It's like she hadn't seen a cock like this. Even after I had finished cumming into her, the bitch would hold it and just keep feeling it. She said she had no idea that dicks could be bigger than her husband's! I had to slap her and tell her I wanted to sleep before she would let go!"

"Did you spank her as well?" Someone would ask. "Bhabhi likes it I think."

Aman would laugh.

"Duh." He would say. "I spanked her in between fucking her. After I would finish fucking her, she would beg and beg for my cum again. I would spank her until my cock got hard again, and then the slut would lie back eagerly waiting for me to put it in between her legs. She's a proper whore, that wife of yours, Bharat. Too bad you never realized it."

And I could do nothing but just stand there and listen to the insults as the men laughed at me.

Pathak ji was the worst.

"Hey, cuckold!" He would call me, as I lay waiting in the kitchen. "COME HERE!"

And I would have to scurry back to the dining area.

"Yes, Master?"

"Who is fucking your wife?"

"Er ... your men, Master."

"Who's showing your wife a good time?"

"Your men, Master."

"Who made your wife give him a blowjob in front of everyone?"

"You did, Master."

"Who will make your wife pregnant?"

"You and your men, Master."

He would continue to insult me, to the amusement of his crew, while I would have to satisfy him with my replies and address him as "Master". He also told me I was lucky my wife was 'only' being bangd a few times a day.
"Imagine," He said once, "If I had allowed every member to have access to her all the time, any time. She would be gangbanged every day, multiple times!"

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

The rest of the day I would be engaged in lots of hard, manual labour. Cleaning the washrooms and common area was always a daily task, followed by mopping and cleaning the upper and lower decks. And in between the meal times were always busy. During the day, Pathak ji would continue to visit his room from time to time, fucking my wife. The two men whose turn it was to be with Richa also checked in periodically to fuck my wife. During these times I would be cleaning or working nearby, to keep an eye on the rooms. The men were never in more than 10 minutes during the day.

Aman was assigned to keep an eye on me throughout the day, but he would disappear from time to time. I never knew where he was or what he was up to, but every couple of hours he would not be there.

After 9 pm or so, Aman came and fetch me. I was to be allowed a visit to the washroom, following which I would be locked up in my room. Then I would put my ear to the wall and listen.

My wife's first lover for the night would visit punctually around 9.30 pm. By now Richa knew all of these men intimately, and she would lie waiting for whoever it was. When the door would open, she would stand up from the bed and walk to him. He would then shut the door and the two would then kiss

Richa was naked, of course, so the man would have access to all of her body. She had been naked from the day we were captured.

I would hear my wife squeal as her buttocks were pinched, or her boobs tweaked. All the men loved to grab her buttocks and jiggle them. Just like her mom, Richa had nice, round, firm and bouncy buttocks. Her butt skin was tight, with no wrinkles or sag. As the men kissed her, their hands would inadvertently roam to her ass, pinching and groping her.

When the kissing was over, Richa would undress her lover.

In the beginning the men would undress themselves. Some would unwrap their dhoti or unbuckle their pants. But lately Richa had been undressing them, taking off each layer of clothing. I guess she did it because they liked it, and therefore they were more pleasant to her, and slapped her less.

After the undressing it was usually a blow job. Most of the men sat on the bed or on the chair, and spread open their legs, while my wife would kneel down and then start sucking on the penis. Sunny and Vikas like to stand while my wife knelt down and sucked them to hardness, and then would often play with her hair or give her some tight slaps as she went down on them.

Usually this would last ten minutes. From the comments I would hear, my wife was an excellent cocksucker. Then men would cum within ten minutes, erupting in her mouth. Richa swallowed every drop. If she ever spilled an amount, they would slap her a few times until she begged them for mercy, so Richa got very good, very quickly, at swallowing every drop.

After the blowjob would be over, they would lie together in bed as my wife would play with the man's now flaccid penis. This was usually a strange time and different men behaved differently.

Aman spanked my wife. He was very clear -- spanking Richa made him get hard again, quickly. Richa would have to bend over and present her ass to him, and he would spank it, several times, until Richa would be crying. Hearing her cry, he would finally relent, and put her on the bed, before sliding his now hard cock into her cunt. He would also slap her a lot. There was no doubt that of all the men, he was the most brutal to her, followed by Sunny.

Madhavan liked to talk with her. He would actually ask her about her movies, or her hobbies, or her extended family. They would make small talk for about twenty five minutes or so before he was ready to go again. Then they would start kissing, before Madhavan would climb on her and enter her.

Sunny and Vikas, being younger guys, were ready to go sooner. They would continue to play with my wife's charms, fondling her boobs, kissing her, or just having her play with their cock until they were ready to go again.

Lalan and Neeraj, being a bit more senior in the chain of command, treated Richa differently. After the blowjob, they often spanked her. Then they would insert their fingers into her ass and ask her to lick them. Richa would then have to kiss and lick their feet, and sometimes they would put on a song and ask her to dance for them. It all depended on their mood, but they were intent on humiliating her. Other times they would just lie on the bed and ask Richa to play with their cock while they got ready for round two.

The second round was often fast, steamy and loud. This is usually when I would take out my own cock and wank. The bed would start creaking and the springs squealing as their cocks would burrow into my wife, and she would be fucked hard. The cock would go deep into her, and then out, and then deep, and then out -- again and again and again and again. Not only did these men all have huge cocks, much larger than mine, they also had stamina, and could last a lot longer. By the time they were ready to bust a nut, my wife would be a mess.

I would hear my wife's repeated deep throated cries of orgasm, as she would beg the men to cum in her, to no avail. I would hear her grunts, as she was helplessly flailing around on the bed as the men pumped her -- their cocks going in and out of her wet pussy like pistons in a cylinder.

They would all slap her as they fucked her. Finally, after about twenty minutes, they could hold on for no longer, and most of them would start to cum in her. I would hear the bed start jerking violently as they emptied their balls deep in her bowels.

Then there would be silence. Most of the time they would lie like that for some time, as the men wanted to make sure their sperm went deep inside her. They would remind her that she was going to be pregnant. Richa wouldn't say anything, but then I would hear a soft sound.

Plonk!

The men would withdraw, and then Richa had to lick and suck their dick clean. After this, there was usually silence, as they were done for the night.

Unless it was Aman or Neeraj. Aman would fuck her again in a while. And then again. Usually he was good to cum at least four times. Neeraj would however do it only once more, and this time he would do it in her ass.

It was only Neeraj, and sometimes Sunny, who wanted to have anal sex with my wife. The other men were content with regular fucking and a blowjob.

The second lover would usually show up at 3 am. There would be a sharp knock, and then the first lover would dress and go to the bridge, and the second lover would take his place. And then Richa would have to service him the way she had serviced the first.


Meanwhile in the other room, Pathak would usually show up at 1.30 or 2 in the morning. I wonder what he did before this time.

In a way I felt sadder for my wife Richa. Even though the men were banging Richa, they weren't being cruel and brutal to her. Sure, they slapped her a few times, and forced themselves on her, but for the most part if she cooperated, they were nice to her. Only Aman really liked slapping her. And according to him, she liked being slapped by him, though I really doubted that.

While all of them spanked Richa, only Aman and Sunny did it seriously and for long amounts of time that caused her to sob and cry in pain. The rest just hit her ass a few times before fucking her again. For many of them the spanking was a way to keep busy in between sex. They just wanted to see Richa's milky white ass become red.

In short, Richa was a cum dump and a fuck meat. The men mostly wanted to fuck her and empty their balls in her. As long as she cooperated, she was treated well otherwise.

Richa, on the other hand, had the unfortunate misfortune of being solely Pathak's sex slave. And Pathak was brutal. As soon he was in the room, Richa had to disrobe and then greet him by kissing his feet -- like a proper slave girl of yore.

As she would bend down and kiss his feet, her posterior up in the air, Pathak would bend down and fondle that ass. Once he was done, he would pat it, and Richa would stand up, her face flush with shame. And perhaps arousal.

After that she would give him a blowjob. Till this part this was like a normal hostage bang situation. And then Pathak would show his true colours.

I still remember the sounds. First would come the creak of the bed as Richa got on it, and then soft sounds of the bed headstand when he was tying her hands to the headstand, and then the legs to the bottom two posts. Richa was now lying face down on the bed, completely naked, spread eagled, her hands and legs bound to the frame of the bed, her buttocks up.

That's when the other noise would start.

LASH!

LASH!

LASH!

LASH!

The flogging would continue, for almost half an hour. Pathak would make a strap out of a belt, and then whip my mother-in-law's big, shapely buttocks. Each blow made her fat ass jiggle and go slightly red. He would concentrate the beating on her buttocks, but sometimes the strap would hit her back, or her thighs. By the time her thrashing was over, she would be a crying, blubbering, whimpering mess. I would hear her sob loudly, begging Pathak for mercy.

And then Pathak would give her a little break, and then untie her. I would hear him say some soothing words to her, perhaps comforting her. And there would be absolute silence for a few minutes, punctuated only by Richa's sobbing.

And then I would hear the sound of the bed starting to move.

Softly at first, and then growing rapidly fast and furious.

CREAK!

CREAK!

CREAK!

He fucked my wife long, hard and furiously. The bed would make loud noises, and I would hear Richa's moans and cries, and some ten or fifteen minutes later, after Richa would have begged him to cum, I would hear Pathak's guttural roar. He would them start cumming, emptying his seed inside my mother-in-law's womb.

This would be repeated once or twice during the night. I began to get scared for Richa's sake when she would be transferred over to Pathak. Richa had a low tolerance for pain, yet she was gamely taking on the slaps and the spanks. I wondered how she would fare with the lashing.

Soon I was to find out.


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Two days later, around the evening time, I was scrubbing one of the railings on the second deck, when I heard a commotion coming from the deck below -- the main deck. Aman was with me and craned his neck to look. It was just about half an hour to sunset and a cool breeze was blowing .

It was my wife Richa.

She was naked, of course. Richa was on her knees on the floor of the deck, her hair tied up in the back and held in a firm grip by Pathak. His dhoti was on the ground at his feet, and she had his cock in her mouth. My wife was giving him a blowjob.

And surrounding them were the rest of the crew. All of them were relaxing on deck chairs, watching the show. I saw Lalan, NEERAJ, Vivek and Sunny. I didn't see Madhavan -- he must have been on the bridge. And Aman was watching with me from the upper deck.

Pathak held Richa's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his erection.

"Yeah, that's good, raandi. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it, Mrs. Sharma!"

Richa's head was bobbing as she sucked Pathak in and out of her mouth.

"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand, Mrs. Sharma?"

My poor wife looked up at Pathak and quickly nodded. Within seconds, Pathak began to push his meat even deeper into my wife's hungry mouth. He was cumming, and cumming big! I could see Richa's throat working as she swallowed his ejaculate. A glob escaped her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to her swaying breast. When Pathak was done coming in her mouth, Richa knelt, caught some of the cum on her finger and sucked her finger clean.

"OOOOH, that was good, Mrs. Sharma. The boys have taught you well!"

I had stopped what I was doing to see.

"Keep scrubbing!" Aman growled at me, even though like me he too was watching the show on the lower deck.

"Yes, of course." I mumbled, wetting the sponge in the bucket and started to wipe the railing on this deck, even my eyes were on what was happening below us.

Pathak stooped to pull up his dhoti. He never seemed to wear underwear. Both times I had seen him get my wife Richa to give him a blowjob, he had simply pulled his dhoti down, and his giant cock had sprung out. And both times Richa had been humiliated in public, forced to give him a blowjob and suck him dry in front of the whole crew.

Richa remained on the deck, kneeling, naked. The cool sunshine of the setting sun reflected of the sweat on her naked body, and on the drops of white cum still clinging to her cheeks and breast. Despite her effort, she hadn't managed to take in the whole load in her mouth, so there had been some spillage. I could see the tip of my wife's nipples -- they were firm and erect.

"Sunny!" Pathak yelled. "Get me some rope."

"Yes, boss." Immediately Sunny got up from his chair and rushed off somewhere. He returned a couple of minutes later with a rope and a knife.

I continued to scrub the railings, going towards the front of the upper deck. I was now directly above Pathak. I wondered what he wanted with the rope. I soon got my answer.

Once his dhoti was up, Pathak fashioned a simple noose in the rope, and without ceremony dropped it over Richa's head, and drew it tight around her neck.

"You had better come with me, Richa." He barked at her. "The sun is setting, and I don't want my slut to catch a cold."

"Yes, Pathakji." My wife demurely answered.

Ready to leave now, Pathak gave the rope a sharp tug to bring my wife to heel at his side. With that he led my helpless wife, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the deck. The rest of his men followed along close behind. I could only watch in shock as my wife was led away naked at the end of a rope around her neck like a female prize captured by ancient slave traders.

"Where is he taking her?" I asked Aman, as I finished the railings.

"It's his turn with your wife for a week now." Aman told me. "But I guess he wants to give the boys a show before Richa will be off limits for a week."

"Are they going to his room now?"

I could see Aman was torn between his desire to get me to finish the cleaning job, and to see what Pathak wanted to do with my wife. In the end, his voyeurism won out.

"This way." He said. "The lower deck is shielded with a canopy here. I think everyone wants to have some fun. Poor Madhavan, he is stuck in the bridge, steering the ship."

I followed Aman to the front of the deck and looked down.

As I watched from the upper deck, I saw Pathak lead Richa into the middle of lower deck. There was a small canopy, and some lounge chairs there. Pathak told my wife to kneel there in the middle of the area. He left the noose of his makeshift leash around her neck. The rest of the gang members relaxed on the chairs. They were not bashful about staring at my naked and humiliated wife.

"I wonder why Pathak is not fucking her." Aman said out loud. "She's a fine piece of ass, your wife. When she sucks your lund, she's like a vaccum, and when she is being fucked, she is so tight! Especially her ass!"

This lowly crook was describing my own wife to me in such crude terms, and all I could do is nod. I knew he and Vikas had shared Richa last night.

"I think your boss is quite taken by my mother-in-law." I said, as I surveyed the area. "He has left my wife for you guys just for this."

Aman turned to me.

"It is because your wife has disrespected Pathak on the first day." He said as a matter of fact. "By the time we let you go, your missus will be regretting that little fact forever."

With that ominous threat, he turned back to watch the goings on down below.

After a few minutes, Pathak tossed Richa a sofa cushion.

"Here, Mrs. Sharma! Sit on this."

Gratefully Richa sat on the soft pillow, bringing her knees in front of her so she could lock her arms around her shins.

"No, no, slut!" Pathak roared. "Spread your legs. Show us that pussy!"

I could see Richa blush a vivid red, but she did as she was ordered to. Rocking backward to support herself on her elbows, she parted her feet to widen her knees and expose her sex. Grateful as she was to be off her sore knees and the hard floor, she was humiliated to sit in a room full of men ogling her most private parts as if she was some kind of sex trophy. It must have been unsettling for her to lay on the floor with her legs spread, and a rope around her neck, as if she was captive female flesh offered for sale in some illicit Middle Eastern slave market.

She didn't have to stay this way for long.

Soon Pathak stood up and took off his shirt. And then he dropped his dhoti, so that he was now fully naked, in front of all his men.

Again.

I could see his cock was now rock hard.

Again.

Before Richa could even comprehend what was going on, Vikas and Sunny had her pinned down on the deck floor. Richa was on her back, looking up, her hands held together by Vikas and Sunny.

"Spread your legs, raandi." Pathak ordered.

"Pathakji." My wife begged. "Not in front of everyone. Please take me to your room."

She still had a few morsels of dignity left.

Pathak laughed.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Pathak slapped her, across the face, and then struck her again with the back of his hand.

Then, in a split second, Pathak stepped forward, lowered himself over my wife and rammed his thick member straight up her cunt. Richa cried out in pain. Pathak no doubt had the largest cock of the men, and I wondered how much he was stretching my wife's hole.

I watched (as did everyone else) as all the fat on the captain's body, from his puffy cheeks to his multiple chins to his ample stomach covered by the shirt, jiggled in the same rhythm as my wife's tits as he started fucking Richa like a dog in heat. As she lay there, her hands pinned down by Vikas and Sunny, Pathak put both of his hands on her boobs and stepped up the pace.

"Gently. Pathakji. Please." My wife begged. "You are sooo big, Pathakji."

SLAP!

Her pleading was met with a sharp slap across her face.

SLAP!

The others were now watching, some of them rubbing their own cocks. I could also see the attitude of my wife changing. Vikas and Sunny had relaxed their hold on her arms, because they didn't need to hold her down any more. The size and girth of Pathak's dick was probably playing on Richa's mind as he repeatedly pumped into her. Slowly her cries were changing to moans of pleasure. I saw Pathak's ass jiggle as he repeated ploughed into her.

With each stroke, she seemed to become a more than a willing participant in her bang. Richa pretty much seemed to have embraced the situation. Her legs were parted and in the air. I saw her slowly wrap them around Pathak's back. She pulled him in, grunting in the process.

"See boss!" Vikas told his captain. "This slut loves it."

Pathak didn't respond. He kept pummeling my wife's cunt with intense concentration, staring straight into her eyes. Richa stared back noticing the beads of sweat forming on his face. She was now groaning and grunting, in apparent delight, at the fast-paced fucking. I could sense a wave of pleasure forming inside her. I knew she was about to have an orgasm.

"Harder! Pathakji! Harder!" I heard her coaxing the captain.

Pathak complied. His ample tummy jiggled over my wife's flat stomach as he started fucking Richa even harder.

"AAAAAAH! YESSSS!"

Richa cried out as the first wave of an orgasm hit her. Pathak responded by grunting and started bucking his hips even harder. It was too much for him. As we all watched, he squeezed my wife's tits hard, making her cry out in pain. Then his hips started to buckle and jerk. He was now cumming, emptying his load inside my wife.

The two were making some really loud obscene noises as the rest of the crew watched in fascination. Finally, both stopped shaking as Pathak emptied the last of his load in her.

Pathak bent down and kissed Richa clumsily. I think Richa was overcome with orgasmic ecstasy, since I saw her kiss him back passionately. As everyone watched, the two kept on kissing and Pathak was playing with her tits, his cock still inside her.

Pathak suddenly withdrew his cock from inside her and stood up, the action making a loud, wet noise as his member came out.

"Boss, how much did you cum inside her? She is still leaking!" Vikas was AMANed at the cum still flowing out of Richa as she lay there on the deck.

Suddenly Aman poked me in the shoulder.

We had both been watching the action, oblivious to everything else.

"Time for you to be locked up." Aman said. "Go to the washroom, and then go to your room. Don't take longer than five minutes."

"Yes, Amanji."


I tried to sleep, but it was tough, knowing what was happening the room next door. Even around 3 in the morning, when my eyes suddenly opened, and I listened in, I heard another person come in to my wife's room.

I heard a zipper being pulled down.

SLAP!

"Be a good girl and open your mouth."

I heard my wife whimper, but she did as she was told.

A week had gone by and true to his word, PATHAK had released RICHA back to the crew. This time, the crew did not do any taking of turns with her. They had all mutually decided, behind their captain's back, that RICHA was now going to be a free for all.

The next couple of days were days of pure torture for RICHA.

The men had their way with her all day and all night during their "breaks". Every other hour, they would come in, either alone or in pairs, and do as their heart pleased with my wife. I wasn't available in my room to hear the details, but I would know it later. Throughout the day, my wife was fucked hard, made to suck their dicks, her boobs were pinched and squeezed, her nipples were bitten and squeezed. She was spanked hard on her nice round ass.

And every night I would sit and listen. I was ashamed to admit that I wanked off a couple of times, listening to her moan or grunt. I could imagine her on the other side, naked and on her knees, as her paramour sprayed his seed all over her face, then ordered RICHA to keep it like that until it dried.

She was also being taken by the ass more often. Of all the men, NEERAJ loved to fuck her ass more than any of the other guys. Every time he would come in, I would hear RICHA tremble.

"NEERAJji. You are big." She would beg. "Please let me give you a blowjob. Or you can fuck my pussy."

SLAP!

"Turn around, bitch."

The men had almost stopped referring to her as "Bhabhi". Now she was exclusively called a bitch, slut or whore.

"Bend over, whore."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I heard NEERAJ spank her, and then as my wife started to cry he stopped. I heard him stroke her thighs as he pushed himself against her back. Then he just pushed his cock inside of her ass hole.

"AAAAH! Ungh!"

She cried out as he thrust his cock into her nether hole. He muttered something, and then spanked her butt again.

SPANK!

SPANK!

NEERAJ then pushed forward, filling my wife's shitter with his prick. Even though he wasn't the largest of the crew, but his cock must have felt enormous inside of her rectum, maybe because of the way she was doubled up. He shoved his thumb into her cunt, as he fucked her ass. Her ass hole, by now used to being fucked repeatedly, slid easily back and forth on his cock.

I heard my wife continue to sob as she was being bangd by him. NEERAJ developed a mean streak whenever he fucked her ass, often slapping or spanking her more than usual. Yet, like all the men, he knew how to bring her to an orgasm.

Even as he continued to invade her butthole, his fingers continued rubbing her cunt. He was an expert and knew how to stroke her clit just right, to really bring her to the brink of an orgasm. RICHA must have hated the idea of cumming while he fucked her in the ass and stroked her clit, but I am sure she couldn't help it. She couldn't help feeling his fingers driving her crazy as they worked on her clit, and the feeling of his cock fucking away in her ass. Her body, being used to now repeated sex, started to betray her. NEERAJ soon had her close to an orgasm. He was aware of it, and he made his fingers speed up.

I heard her moans go higher and higher in intensity, even as I started to cum with my own stroking.

Then it happened. I heard my wife groan. I heard NEERAJ chuckle as he finished her off with his fingers, as he started fucking her ass more forcefully. In a few moments, he shot his load of cum into her ass, screwing his cock around as he emptied his balls into her sucking, milking rectum.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You are a tasty woman, RICHA." He told her. "I am telling the boss every day we should keep you around for awhile, before we put you on the market. The men in Jaffna will love you."

I heard my wife beg him for mercy as he laughed cruelly.

...............................................................


I stood with my ear to the door, listening. I had to know exactly what was going on. I was in my room, locked, for some time, when I had heard a commotion outside. It seemed half the ship was there.

"Kneel down, slut." I heard PATHAK say.

'Slut' could only mean one person -- he was ordering my wife.

SLAP!

SLAP!

A couple of sharp slaps rang out. I heard RICHA whimper something as PATHAK slapped her across the face.

"Open your mouth, slut." PATHAK ordered. I heard nothing more. RICHA must have been on her knees, down on the floor. I am guessing she opened her mouth. Was PATHAK going for another blow job?

I then heard a sound. It took me a moment to realize what it was.

A trickle. It was the noise of a stream. The trickle got louder as the amount of liquid increased.

Someone was peeing.

It took me another moment to realize that PATHAK was urinating on my wife.

He continued to urinate for a full minute. RICHA remained sitting there, her mouth open, swallowing his pee.

I heard lots of hollering and cheering. With a groan, I realized now almost everyone was there. Just as always, PATHAK was publicly humiliating RICHA.

I knew at that moment that my decision to try our escape tonight was the right one. Someone, I had to pull it off.

Then I heard PATHAK again.

"Lalan. AMAN. You guys go ahead."

I heard the sounds of a zipper being opened and another dhoti being unfastened ... and then more trickling sounds.

Lalan and AMAN were now peeing on my wife.

"Stand up, slut." PATHAK barked. My wife, naked, drenched with urine, stood up.

"Turn around." The captain ordered. "Hands on the railing. Bend over slightly. Bum out."

Then I heard him speak in Tamil to one of the guys. Whoever it was, I then heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Then I heard a swoosh sound. PATHAK had taken a belt from someone, most likely Lalan, and must have doubled it up to use as a strap.

"You have been disrespectful ever since you came on board." PATHAK told my wife. "It is time I taught you a proper lesson."

"I am sorry, PATHAKji." My wife pleaded. "I have behaved really well since, PATHAKji. Please have mercy."

I heard some murmur from the boys in Tamil. No doubt they felt differently. And then ...

WHIP!

"Oww!" My wife wailed.

WHIP!

"Oww! PATHAKji, please have mercy on me."

"Take your hands away from your bum, slut!"

WHIP!

WHIP!

"Look how red her buttocks get, boss!" That was NEERAJ's voice. Others must have joined in now.

"Keep doing it, boss."

WHIP!

WHIP!

My wife was now crying loudly, as she was publicly whipped, again and again. Finally PATHAK decided she had enough.

"Vikas. You take the slut with you. Give her a good bath, and then feel free to use her. You and the boys. Tonight is party night. Lalan and NEERAJ will be with me."

He said this in Hindi, since it was Vikas. Vikas was happy.

"Yes, boss. Too bad about Madhavan. He is stuck manning the bridge."

"Well," PATHAK was in a generous mood. "Get him to join the party too. No need for anyone on the bridge. We are anchored near the shore and not going anywhere for two days. Get the rum and beer out from the hold -- I don't want anyone to be sober tomorrow!"

"YES, BOSS!"

I heard RICHA sob as someone -- most likely Vikas -- hauled her away, followed with the other men. NEERAJ and Lalan remained along with PATHAK.

"Is it wise, boss, to have the men party and get drunk tonight?" Lalan asked PATHAK. "We are still way close to the shore."

"You worry too much." PATHAK said. He was in a jovial mood. "Let them enjoy. We have been working for this for a long time. This new arms shipment will significantly help our boys. We can actually go out and attack the Sinhalese outposts near Jaffna."

"I know, boss. But we are still in Indian waters."

"Relax! Tonight, we will ALL get drunk. You, me, NEERAJ. Let the boys enjoy RICHA. We will have our fun with Aunty. Come. I have some good quality whiskey in my cabinet."

And so saying, those men entered PATHAK's room.

I stood there, listening to all of this. Everything had now fallen in place. Every one of the men would soon by occupied. They would be drunk. If we HAD to escape, it HAD to be tonight.

I had to wait though. I couldn't do anything immediately. First, let them get drunk. I listened intently on the wall on side of the captain's room.

LASH!

LASH!

LASH!

They were drinking, laughing, high fiving each other and taking turns in whipping RICHA. Poor RICHA. Blessed with such a magnificent ass, now reduced to be a whipping girl for this sadistic captain and his chamchas.

Then I heard RICHA beg.

"Please, have mercy on me." She was begging. "I am doing whatever you are asking me to do."

"BITCH, you will have fun." Lalan said. "Tonight is party night. Our boss has said so."

"Listen, Aunty." NEERAJ added. "All this begging and whining and pleading is very off-putting. Let's make a deal."

"A deal?"

"We are men of honor. You suck our dicks and we won't whip you."

They started to laugh again. It was clear they had no intention of keeping their word, and that the alcohol had already started to take effect.

Soon I heard sounds. I knew very well what they were.

My mother-in-law was giving her tormentors a blowjob each

The first dick had been shoved roughly in her mouth. Fearing for a whipping, no doubt RICHA must have started sucking it earnestly. It was PATHAK's. Another dick was placed in her hand. NEERAJ. She started jacking it off. And then the third in her other hand. Lalan's. All big, robust dicks, stinking of sweat and urine. But RICHA was experienced -- she had been doing this for the last twenty four days.

"Mmmmm." I heard her say. The guys were all swearing various insults or vulgar stuff.

"She has a nice ass, boss!" I heard NEERAJ say. "Round, creamy, smooth, not a blemish. It's like soft marble. I want to fuck that later."

"You will, NEERAJ." PATHAK promised. "I know you are an ass man."

I heard more sounds, as the drunken blowjob continued.

Then I heard PATHAK swore.

"FUCK! I am cumming, bitch."

There was a groan, as the captain started to cum in her mouth. RICHA kept moaning and shivering as he started unloading his seed in her mouth.

"AHHHH!!!!" PATHAK screamed as he bucked his hips hard, filling my mother-in-law's mouth.

"Okay, boss, my turn." NEERAJ said. "What a whore she is! Swallowing it!"

I listened for some time, until all the men had emptied their balls in RICHA's mouth. I knew I still had to wait. They were drinking heavily now. Their speeches were slurred.

LASH!

LASH!

LASH!

I heard the whipping again. RICHA was screaming and crying. The men couldn't have been very accurate with their belts when they were drunk. As she started to sob, I heard PATHAK climb into the bed.

Now was the time, I decided. I had to get out.

I went to one of the boxes and took out a newspaper. I listened intently at the door. There was nothing to be heard -- there was no one around. I carefully unfolded the newspaper and pushed it carefully under the door until only a corner was left inside the room.

Now came the most challenging part. I took out the blunt butter knife, and I began to try and push the key out of the lock. I jiggled with it, twisted it and then suddenly it popped out, falling with a thud on the newspaper.

My heart beat fast. Escape was very near now! I began to pull the newspaper sheet back into the room again. This was the anxious part -- would the key slip under the door on the paper or not?

It did! I saw it coming and picked it up thankfully, and slipped it into the lock on my side of the door. I turned the key, and the lock slid back. Opening the door quietly I looked out. There was no one on the deck. I stepped out of the room -- my prison -- and then shut and locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. If anyone came by, they would see the key and think I was still inside.

I stood outside the captain's door and listened.

I heard the bed creak periodically. Someone was fucking RICHA -- I didn't know who it was. The others were quiet. I decided to slip down to the hold to see what was happening with RICHA. I had to get to the bridge, but before that I wanted to be sure what everyone else was doing, and more importantly -- WHERE everyone was.

I tiptoed down the stairs quietly. It was very, very dark. It was one of those moonless nights and the sea was quiet. I could hardly see a few feet ahead of me. Most of the boat's lights were off, except some warning navigational lights to alert other ships.

I went down to the hold, and peered in.

There was a bed in the centre of the room. It was one of the old metal frames, with a metal headstand, and a poor old mattress thrown on it. RICHA was on the mattress, on top of the bed.

My wife's hands were tied together above her head with a strong rope which was then tied to the metal bed frame above her head. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the two bed posts of the other end of the bed with the same type of rope. Except for her mangalsutra, my wife was naked, of course. RICHA looked shocked, like a deer in headlights, and was looking at all the men in the room. Cum was flowing out of her pussy. It was clear that she had just being fucked, although I couldn't tell who the culprit was.

Everyone in the room was naked -- and half drunk. AMAN was standing to one side, but Vikas was by one side of the bed, and had one hand placed on my wife's right shoulder and was massaging it. His big member was getting flaccid, even as he stroked my wife. I saw some wetness on it. So, he must have fucked her just now. Sunny was on the other side of the bed, similarly naked, his penis coming to life, and his hand massaging one boob of hers.

Madhavan was standing to another side of the room, watching all of them. His cock too was flaccid, and I noticed some cum on it. So, he too had fucked my wife, and was now watching the rest of the festivities.

There were empty beer bottles rolling on the floor. All the men seemed to be at various levels of drunk. Madhavan was slurring his words. None of them looked steady on their feet.

I realized all the men on board at this moment were participating in a gangbang. NEERAJ, Lalan and PATHAK were ravaging my mother-in-law upstairs, while the others were in the process of gangbanging my wife.

Suddenly AMAN took charge. No one would say anything to the big ox anyways. AMAN walked towards the headboard of the bed and placed his palm on the bed near RICHA's face. Seeing him walk up, Vikas and Sunny moved aside to make way for him. RICHA looked at him warily.

AMAN sat on the bed, to the left of RICHA.

"How are you feeling, Bhabhi?"

His voice was soft, and his manner delicate. He was teRICHAg her, of course. He was going to be anything but delicate with my wife. RICHA looked up at him, confused, and very scared.

AMAN gently stroked her left cheek with his palm. My wife looked at him as if she was expecting some mercy from him. He kept on caressing her face.

SLAP!

AMAN slapped RICHA quite hard.

"You were asked a question, you slut. Answer me!"

"I am sorry, AMANji. I am so sorry."

SLAP!

AMAN slapped her harder.

RICHA remained silent but squirmed in pain.

SLAP!

"Next time I ask you a question, bitch, you answer quickly. Got it?"

RICHA nodded, her eyes now wide open. Madhavan had brought a new beer bottle and gave one to AMAN. He took a swig on it, and then downed the whole can in a few gulps. My wife watched him in terror.

"AMANji." She pleaded. "Why did you all tie me up? I will do whatever you ask me to do, AMANji."

"I will do whatever you ask me to do." AMAN repeated her, mocking her by saying the words in a high-pitched tone. Everyone else laughed.

AMaN then grabbed her by the chin. He put his hand on her mouth and started making shapes with my wife's lips. He first pressed them together, then pulled them apart with both parts. He then pulled her tongue out and pretended as if he's inspecting her teeth. He was going to explore every inch of her, it seemed.

"We have to inspect our sex slave well, don't we, brothers?" AMAN asked the rest of the gang, who laughed approvingly.

I slowly looked at everyone, one by one. They were all now inebriated from their alcohol, and still drinking. Slowly everyone was once again circling my wife, like jackals surround their prey.

Vikas put a hand to her left boob and started to tweak it. Sunny was pinching her right book, playing with her nipple. AMAN, still sitting by her side, was openly playing with her pussy, inserting a finger in and then taking it out, and repeating the act. Madhavan was now looking at all of the action and stroking himself. He was now fully hard and eyeing my wife hungrily.

"Why are you shutting your eyes, bitch." AMAN asked RICHA, seeing her close her eyes, resigned to her fate.

"I ... AMANji ..."

SLAP!

"Are you not enjoying what we are doing to you, you slut?"

"No, it's not like that, AMANji. I-"

SLAP!

"Aaaaah!"

RICHA suddenly moaned as Vikas twisted her nipples hard.

"You are nothing but a cheap whore." AMAN told her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, AMANji." RICHA agreed, probably hoping to avoid another slap. "I am a cheap whore and a slut."

SLAP!

Nevertheless, AMAN slapped my wife again.

SLAP!

SLAP!

He then inserted one finger, then another, inside her cunt, and then took it out.

"Brothers." AMAN announced, taking another beer can. "She's completely wet! And not just from Madhavan or Vikas's cum! She's leaking like a faucet!"


The others boisterously cheered him on.

"What do you think, RICHA? Shall I fuck you now?"

"Yes, AMANji."

SLAP!

SLAP!

RICHA was by now very scared, and there were tear drops at the corner of her eyes.

Suddenly, AMAN stood up.

"Everyone, back off." He ordered.

Vikas and Sunny stopped massaging RICHA's boobs, looked at each other and then at AMAN. Then they quietly withdraw their hands and stepped back.

"I will fuck her now." AMAN announced. "I want her cunt. Anyone has objections?"

Apparently, no one did. AMAN, completely naked, climbed up on the bed and straddled my wife.

"Hi RICHA. How are you?" He sweetly asked, while caressing my wife's left cheek with his right hand. She just looked at him puzzled and not sure what to say. Given that she had been stripped naked, tied to a bed, fucked by a couple of guys, and the guy sitting on top was asking her whether she was ok made it difficult to answer the question.

"I am OK, AMANji." My wife replied, probably remembering that she would get slapped if she didn't answer. "I can't wait for you to begin."

She got slapped nevertheless.

SLAP!

"Don't be coy with me, bitch." AMAN growled. "You are a slut and a cunt. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes, AMANji."

"Now, repeat after me. You are a slut and cunt. What are you?"

"I ... I ... I am a slut and a cunt."

"Good."

She got slapped regardless.

SLAP!

AMAN had been stroking his huge dick all the time while he had been talking (and slapping) my wife. It had now grown to enormous proportions. His dick was now touching RICHA's skin just above her groin now. She initially seemed to resist him a bit. But as her legs were spread apart and tied to the bed posts there was nothing much she could do.

"Ready bitch?" He taunted her.

RICHA looked up at him and then slowly nodded.

In single thrust, AMAN plunged his cock into my wife's cunt.

"Unngh!" RICHA cried out, as the brute began to bury into her. She couldn't say much for long now, as suddenly Madhavan, who was standing right near the top of the bed, grabbed her by the chin. He turned her head to one side, and then inserted his dick into her mouth.

"SUCK IT, BITCH!" He yelled at her.

It was an incredible sight. My wife was being fucked in both ends while being tied to the bed. As AMAN repeatedly penetrated her, she was moaning, but her sound was muffled by Madhavan's dick inside her mouth.

"Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!"

As everyone watched, the speed of the fucking picked up gradually at both ends. Now AMAN was fucking her in fast thrusts and Madhavan was moving her head rapidly. He held her head by the hair roughly with his right hand and would occasionally slap her or pinch her boobs with the other. AMAN's hands explored her body freely as he fucked her. Vikas and Sunny were sporting large arousals and were stroking their dicks as they waited their turn.

"Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!"

In about twenty minutes, both Madhavan and AMAN exploded in her.

"AAAAAH! OH YES BITCH. TAKE IT!"

As their energy rapidly dissipated, AMAN took his dick out and slapped it lightly on RICHA's thighs. Her cunt was filled with cum and I could see huge drops on her thighs as well. I saw Madhavan pull out of her mouth, his now flaccid cock spraying some cum on her face, eyes, cheeks and lips. RICHA looked a mess, as AMAN and Madhavan drunkenly high fived each other.

Madhavan said now slapping RICHA hard. Her cheeks were red with all the slapping and had bits of dried cum now. She was crying, but no one paid any attention to her. As Madhavan and AMAN both stepped back, and slumped down on a couch, Sunny took their place, I quietly stepped back from the door.

I stood by the door, contemplating my next steps. These men were drunk, but they hadn't passed out yet. Neither had the captain and his comrades.

Almost immediately RICHA began to moan so I knew that the second round of fucking had begun in earnest. I even heard a slap. May be Sunny was now slapping her because she was not sucking to his liking. Then there was some quietness, and then I heard the bed start to creak.

RICHA was still moaning. Then she stopped moaning. Then I heard some screaming from her. I still didn't move. And then I heard her scream again, and then a groan from Sunny. He was now emptying his load inside her.

I sat down on the floor and spent the next half an hour listening to the sounds of my wife being ravaged by those drunk bastards. By my count, it was AMAN who fucked her the most number of times, followed by Vikas. It seemed the others were more content to get a blow job. The action seemed to be slowing down and the men were drinking more and more.

[ananth1986]

Speedy happenings.expecting this episode to conclude
soon.