Thriller THE VILLAGE IS NO PLACE FOR GIRLS by desidesires - Continuation by me

[tharkibudda]

I love your writing style. People might be ignorant of your story but please do continue

It's disheartening that no-one commented or liked for a long time ... I had drafted 2 mote sets but due to lack of support i abandoned it

[rombyzomby]

It requires a little patience to get the support.

Please post your thoughts. people will come flocking with the support for good ideas.

[tharkibudda]

Meanwhile, back at the abandoned farmhouse, Pratap watches through a crack in the door as Birju and Garima engage in passionate lovemaking on the bed. He can't believe what he's seeing; it's like a scene straight out of a porn movie. He feels a mixture of awe and envy as he watches them, wishing he could be a part of it himself. But deep down, he knows that this moment is special, something he'll never forget.


Garima tenses up as she feels Birju's hardness pressing against her opening. She gasps in pain as he slowly pushes inside, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Her body protests the intrusion, but she can't help the wave of pain that washes over her as he begins to thrust rhythmically. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her cries, but they escape her nonetheless.

Birju, oblivious to her discomfort, continues his relentless pace, lost in the pleasure of claiming her virginity. He growls with each thrust, his muscles straining against his skin as he takes her roughly. He reaches around, roughly gripping her breast, pinching her nipple until it's hard and aching. She arches her back, helpless under his touch.

Garima closes her eyes, trying to block out the pain and focus on the sensations that are beginning to stir deep within her. She feels a strange mixture of revulsion and desire as Birju's rough treatment ignites a fire inside her.Birju picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful and less controlled. He growls in satisfaction as he feels her body begin to respond to his brutality. His movements become more animalistic, his focus solely on his own pleasure. He doesn't care about the tears streaming down Garima's face, or the way she tries to push him off, her protests muffled by the sheets.

Garima's body begins to tense, her muscles tightening around Birju's thrusts. She lets out a gasp, and her eyes roll back in her head. He feels her walls begin to pulse around him, and with a groan, he releases himself deep inside her. Her body shudders violently as she comes, her first orgasm shattering the last remnants of her innocence.

Pratap watches, transfixed, as Garima's face contorts in a mix of pain and pleasure. He's never seen anyone look so beautiful in the throes of passion. He feels a pang of jealousy deep in his gut, wishing it were him who had brought her to this moment.Birju, oblivious to the voyeur in the corner, continues to pound into Garima, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels her body quiver beneath him, her walls clenching around him as she experiences a second orgasm. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of their rough, animalistic lovemaking, and he can't help but feel a surge of pride and power course through him.

Garima's body arches off the bed, her back bowed in a graceful curve as she reaches her peak once more. She can feel every inch of Birju inside her, and it feels so good. Her nails scbang down his back, leaving trails of blood and skin, and she bites down on her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as she does so.

Their lovemaking continues, unabated, as if they are two animals driven by some primal instinct. Garima wraps her legs around Birju's waist, pulling him deeper inside her with each thrust, feeling the tension building within her once more. She can't believe how good this feels, how right it feels to be with him like this. She gasps as he fingers her roughly, forcing her over the edge yet again, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

[tharkibudda]

PLEASE REVIEW AND PROVIDE SUGGESTIONS. MY IDEA IS TO MAKE IT A BIT DARK ENDING BECAUSE OF THE TITLE AND WHAT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR WROTE

but your suggestions are welcome

[doctor101]

Tharkibuddha this is great start. You are very good in erotic narration. Don't rush erotic moments. Ideas plots asper your request:
1. Pratap is next immediately blackmailing relunctant episode. This is golden opportunity. But he Deleted her video after sex. So Garima's izzat in society intact for her family. Preferable.
1A. And Garima's multipartners explorer - encounter. But keep it mind don't loose Garima's innocence and relunctance. Don't make her acting like a whore. Make her reluctant sexual journey deep inside enjoying new explorer.
2. Bridegroom
3. Gauri's Father
4. Hotel Boy who returns from assignment.
5. Old Srrvants of Gauri in Reception.
6. Gauri's Encounter - Suhagraat with Father in Law and Brother in Law, Dadaji in law when Bridegroom fainted due to heavy drunk.
Please update regularly. You atleast tried and started sexual journey. Which was incomplete in first virsion on xossipy

[tharkibudda]

Birju's eyes roll back in his head, his muscles tense as he feels his own release approaching. He growls, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into Garima's so forcefully, that she's afraid her bones will shatter. She arches her back [7] off the bed, her breasts thrusting free from the confines of her blouse, her nipples hard and aching. He reaches down, roughly pinching one, making her cry out in pleasure. Her nails scbang down his back, leaving trails of blood and skin, and he feels her inner walls clench around him, milking him for every drop.


His thrusts become more erratic, less controlled as the sensations wash over him. He can feel his seed spilling into her, filling her up, claiming her. She tightens around him, her muscles squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip, as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his groans, and he can feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her desire as she comes apart beneath him.

Pratap watches, mesmerized, as Garima's body convulses in ecstasy. Her hands grasp at the sheets, her nails leaving bloody trails on the fabric as she tries to hold on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down, and her eyes are wide with desire and shock. He can see the evidence of their lovemaking smeared across her thighs and he was glad that he had captured it on his mobile phone.

As Garima's orgasm subsides, Birju collapses on top of her, their bodies still entangled. He rolls off her with a satisfied groan, leaving a trail of sweat and semen between them. Garima lies there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

She looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, as the reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. She's supposed to be a good girl, save herself for her husband. She's not supposed to lose her virginity to some random guy she barely knows. The shame and disgust she feels are overwhelming.

Birju rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, a satisfied grin on his face. "That was amazing, Garima," he says, his voice husky. "I can't believe I got to be the one to take your virginity."

Garima's stomach churns at his words. The shame and self-loathing are overwhelming. She can't believe she just had done that. How could she have given herself to him so easily? She should have fought harder, she tells herself. But then she remembers the way his touch made her feel, the way he looked at her with such desire. She closes her eyes, trying to banish the memory, but it's already etched into her mind.

Birju watches her closely, sensing her turmoil. He reaches out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad about it. We both wanted it, right?" He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, trying to soothe her with his touch.

But Garima pushes him away, her eyes filled with anguish. "No, it's not okay," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm such a slut." The self-loathing is overwhelming, and she begins to sob uncontrollably.

[fanofallnature]

Birju's eyes roll back in his head, his muscles tense as he feels his own release approaching. He growls, thrusting harder and faster, his hips slamming into Garima's so forcefully, that she's afraid her bones will shatter. She arches her back [7] off the bed, her breasts thrusting free from the confines of her blouse, her nipples hard and aching. He reaches down, roughly pinching one, making her cry out in pleasure. Her nails scbang down his back, leaving trails of blood and skin, and he feels her inner walls clench around him, milking him for every drop.


His thrusts become more erratic, less controlled as the sensations wash over him. He can feel his seed spilling into her, filling her up, claiming her. She tightens around him, her muscles squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip, as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his groans, and he can feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her desire as she comes apart beneath him.

Pratap watches, mesmerized, as Garima's body convulses in ecstasy. Her hands grasp at the sheets, her nails leaving bloody trails on the fabric as she tries to hold on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down, and her eyes are wide with desire and shock. He can see the evidence of their lovemaking smeared across her thighs and he was glad that he had captured it on his mobile phone.

As Garima's orgasm subsides, Birju collapses on top of her, their bodies still entangled. He rolls off her with a satisfied groan, leaving a trail of sweat and semen between them. Garima lies there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

She looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, as the reality of what has just happened begins to sink in. She's supposed to be a good girl, save herself for her husband. She's not supposed to lose her virginity to some random guy she barely knows. The shame and disgust she feels are overwhelming.

Birju rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, a satisfied grin on his face. "That was amazing, Garima," he says, his voice husky. "I can't believe I got to be the one to take your virginity."

Garima's stomach churns at his words. The shame and self-loathing are overwhelming. She can't believe she just had done that. How could she have given herself to him so easily? She should have fought harder, she tells herself. But then she remembers the way his touch made her feel, the way he looked at her with such desire. She closes her eyes, trying to banish the memory, but it's already etched into her mind.

Birju watches her closely, sensing her turmoil. He reaches out, gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad about it. We both wanted it, right?" He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, trying to soothe her with his touch.

But Garima pushes him away, her eyes filled with anguish. "No, it's not okay," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm such a slut." The self-loathing is overwhelming, and she begins to sob uncontrollably.

Your writing style is excellent.

PLEASE continue with this erotic story.

Looking forward to regular updates.

[tharkibudda]

Birju's face falls. He didn't expect her to react this way. He tries to comfort her, pulling her close and stroking her hair. "Hey, don't say that. You're not a slut. It's just sex. A natural thing between a man and a woman." But his words fall flat, unable to penetrate the wall of guilt and shame that Garima has erected around herself.


Meanwhile, Pratap, waiting outside the door, hears the muffled sounds of their argument through the panels. He can tell that Garima is upset and that she doesn't want Birju to touch her anymore.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He had originally planned on coming in and taking advantage of her himself, but now that she seems to be regretting her actions, he wonders if there might be another way to fuck her.

As he listens to their muffled argument through the door, he gets an idea. He slowly backs away from the door and quietly leaves the room, making his way to the front of the house. There, he finds the front door and cautiously knocks on it.

The sound of the knocking interrupts their argument, and Garima's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Kaun He" Birju calls out, sitting up in bed. He glances nervously at Garima, who is still lying there, curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.

Pratap pushes the door open, revealing his broad frame in the doorway. Garima's heart leaps into her throat, as she takes in the sight of him.

She's been so focused on Birju and her own guilt, that she hadn't even considered the possibility of someone else walking in on them. Now, as Pratap stands there, his eyes traveling over her and Birju, she feels an entirely new wave of panic wash over her.

Pratap's expression is unreadable, as he takes in the scene before him. Garima's body is still curled up, naked and exposed, while Birju sits up in the bed, looking shocked, as this wasn't part of their plan. The air in the room feels thick with tension, and Garima can't help but wonder what Pratap will do next.

As if sensing her fear, Pratap steps further into the room, his gaze lingering on her. . Garima's breath hitches in her throat, as he approaches the bed. 

"lagata hai ye shahar kee ladakiyaan phoohad hain jaisa ki kaha jaata hai. shaadee mein aaee hain lekin dulhan ke aane se pahale hee mastee kar rahee hain." 

Pratap smirks, taking in the sight of Garima and Birju. "chinta mat karo, main kisee ko nahin bataoonga."

and then added "agar...."

He climbs onto the bed, his eyes locked on Garima's exposed body.

[fanofallnature]

So this is all the original author has written and I tried contacting him a few times but no answer.

I wanted to continue this . I've written a chapter so far. you can give me few ideas if you wish . 

Although I feel this title doesn't deserve a happy ending.

Please do continue, but don't make it a bad ending.  It should be a happy ending.

[fanofallnature]

PLEASE REVIEW AND PROVIDE SUGGESTIONS. MY IDEA IS TO MAKE IT A BIT DARK ENDING BECAUSE OF THE TITLE AND WHAT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR WROTE

but your suggestions are welcome

Please don't make it a dark ending.

[doctor101]

Beautiful wow, you have written as good as original writer. Keep it up. And don't you dare dejected of poor response and feedback. Trust me once your story will focus on multiple partners on Garima and Gauri, you will get 100% response. No one knows your content unless it notices with more readers. Just patience and write for your pleasure. You will give pleasure to others. Follow my plotlines. Good that you executed surprisesd front door entry of Pratap and his last blackmailing word: "Agar." Keep updating regularly if possible. We will give you feedback.

[doctor101]

Tharkibuddha this is great start. You are very good in erotic narration. Don't rush erotic moments.  Ideas plots asper your request:
1. Pratap is next immediately blackmailing relunctant episode. This is golden opportunity. But he Deleted her video after sex. So Garima's izzat in society intact for her family. Preferable.
1A. And Garima's multipartners explorer - encounter. But keep it mind don't loose Garima's innocence and relunctance. Don't make her acting like a whore. Make her reluctant sexual journey deep inside enjoying new explorer.
2. Bridegroom
3. Gauri's Father
4. Hotel Boy who returns from assignment.
5. Old Srrvants of Gauri in Reception.
6. Gauri's Encounter - Suhagraat with Father in Law and Brother in Law, Dadaji in law when Bridegroom fainted due to heavy drunk.
Please update regularly. You atleast tried and started sexual journey. Which was incomplete in first virsion on xossipy

Please follow above plotlines for Garima's Multi Partners relunctant erotic adventure and black comedy incest suhahraat of Gauri due to unconscious alcoholic Bridegroom. 

Feel free for more suggestions.  Please update regularly.

[behka]

Add some humiliation for Garima, a city girl getting defiled by low class village men

[joy2008]

Piss drink removing shoes with mouth rim job Putting dirty underwear in mouth passed one. Some humiliation ideas

[tharkibudda]

"Looks like these city girls are slutty as they say. Coming to a wedding but having fun before the bride even arrives." Pratap smirks, taking in the sight of Garima and Birju.

Garima whimpers, her face buried in her hands. She can't believe she's been caught in this mess. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as she listens to Pratap's words.

"Let me call Gauri's father and let him know what her guest have done," Pratap threatens, his voice cold and menacing. Garima's eyes widen in fear as she realizes the gravity of the situation. She looks up at him, her tears streaming down her face. "Or maybe I'll just tell everyone in the wedding hall myself. How would you like that?"

Birju, still naked and uncomfortable, sits up in the bed, feigning fear. "No, please, don't do that. I'll do anything. Anything you want." He glances over at Garima, his expression a mixture of anger and desire. "Just don't ruin her life."

Garima whimpers, her face buried in her hands. She's terrified of what Pratap might do to her, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a twisted sense of shame and guilt. She glances over at Birju, trying to gauge his reaction to Pratap's threat.

Pratap smirks, taking in the sight of Garima and Birju. "Well, well, looks like we have ourselves a little situation here. You two were really stupid to think you could get away with this." He paces around the room, his erection bobbing with each step. "But I suppose I can make a deal with you, Garima. I'll keep your secret, if you do something for me."

Garima looks up at him, her tears streaming down her face. "Anything, Pratap. I'll do anything." Her voice is shaking, but she means it. Anything to keep this from ruining her life.

Pratap smirks, moving closer to the bed. "Good girl. Here's what you're going to do." He reaches out, grabbing Garima roughly by the hair, forcing her to look up at him. "You're going to suck my cock. And you're going to make me cum."

Birju now understood Pratap's plan.He knows he has to allow Pratap to fuck her as part of the deal and didn't know how to break the news. This is better than he expected where he can later pretend innocence. He pretends to protest 

"Please leave her alone. She is innocent. You have no right to do this,"Pratap lets go of Garima's hair, his expression mocking. "Oh, you're innocent now? You were just having fun with him, weren't you?" He gestures towards Birju, still sitting on the bed. "And you, you were enjoying it too. Well, too bad. Life isn't always fair. Now you both have to pay the price."

Garima looks between Pratap and Birju, her heart racing."Please, Pratap. You don't have to do this," she whispers, her voice shaking.

Pratap laughs, stepping closer to the bed. "Oh, but I do, my little slut. You both signed up for this the moment you decided to fuck around behind everyone's back." He gestures for Birju to move aside, revealing Garima's naked body beneath him. "Now, put your mouth where it belongs and start sucking."

Birju, still unsure of what's happening, hesitates for a moment. Pratap growls, shoving him roughly off the bed. "I thought I told you to stay out of this." He straddles Garima, his hard cock aimed at her face. "Do it, or I swear I'll ruin both of your lives."

Garima looks up at Birju, her eyes pleading for him to help her. But he just shakes his head telling he can do nothing. She takes a deep breath and reaches up, tentatively touching Pratap's swollen member. His skin is hot and smooth beneath her fingertips. She closes her eyes, steeling herself for what's about to come.

Pratap moans, thrusting his hips forward as she touches him. "That's it, Garima. Show me what you've got." She opens her eyes, looking at him uncertainly. He growls, impatient now. "Suck it, Garima. Show me how much you want it."

[doctor101]

Wow erotic blackmailing but very short update. Please update regularly.

[tharkibudda]

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes again. Her lips brush against the head of his cock, and she can feel the filth coating it. It's disgusting, but she can also feel the heat coming off of it, and the way it throbs against her mouth. She opens her mouth wide, taking as much of him as she can into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on him, tasting the mixture of dirt and precum.

Pratap lets out a groan, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks her face. He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her closer to him. "That's it, Garima. Suck it harder. Show me how much you want it." She obeys, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. Her saliva mixes with the dirt, trying to clean him, but it's no use. It only seems to make him angrier and more aroused.

Birju watches, his heart racing. He can't believe this is really happening. Garima is sucking Pratap's cock like a pro while Pratap fucks her face. It's a twisted, perverse scene that he can't tear his eyes away from.Part of him wants to help her, to stop Pratap from hurting her. But another part of him is jealous, angry. He wonders how Garima could ever think if he would share her with Pratap.  In that moment, he realizes that she must think he was blackmailed into sharing her

Pratap's hips slam into her face, his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. "That's it, Garima. Suck it deep. Show me what a good little slut you are." She moans around his cock, her words muffled by the sound of their skin slapping together. Her eyes meet Birju's briefly, pleading for understanding, for some sort of connection in this nightmare.

He looks away, unable to bear the weight of her gaze. He can feel his own arousal growing, even as he hates himself for it. He watches as Pratap's movements become more frenzied, his grip on Garima's hair painfully tight. He can see the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her focus is entirely on Pratap and his pleasure.

Garima's eyes flutter open, her vision blurred by tears. She looks up at Pratap, her lips parted in a silent plea for mercy. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "Please, I'm sorry." But Pratap doesn't seem to hear her. He only seems to care about his own release.

Her hands grab at his hips, trying to find purchase as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. Her throat feels raw and sore from the relentless abuse, but she pushes through the pain, determined to make him feel good. She knows that if she doesn't, he'll only get angrier

[tharkibudda]

• Birju watches, his heart racing. He can't believe this is Garima's mind was trying to comprehend how she ended up like this, her eyes filled with tears as she continued to suck Pratap's cock. She cursed herself for accepting Gauri's invitation to come to this marriage. She should have known better. . Instead, she found herself in this nightmare, being used by Pratap and Birju  like some cheap whore.Garima felt like she was choking, her throat burning from the abuse. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to keep up with Pratap's brutal pace. Her mind was a whirl with conflicting emotions: shame, anger, fear. She wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but she couldn't risk it.The hut was hot and close, the air thick with the smell of sweat and desire. Garima's sobs filled the air, her breath ragged and shallow as she fought to survive. Pratap's hips pounded against her face, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with brutal force. Her lips were chapped and raw, her throat feeling like it was on fire.Birju watched, his heart racing, his own arousal growing by the second. He wanted to join in, to make her suck his cock and feel the weight of his release. But he knew that if he did, it would be seen as being together. And that would only make things worse for Garima. So he remained silent, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.Pratap's hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing inside Garima's mouth. He lets out a hoarse cry of release, filling her mouth with his seed. For a moment, she feels like she's drowning in it, the thick, salty liquid coating her tongue and filling her throat.

[doctor101]

Hot story but small updates. Bhai Lanka door hai. Kab pahonchenge? Saal lag jayega. Just a request for long updates in short periods if possible.

[tharkibudda]

Birju watched, his heart racing, his own arousal growing by the second. He wanted to join in, to make her suck his cock and feel the weight of his release. But he knew that if he did, it would be seen as being together. And that would only make things worse for Garima. So he remained silent, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Pratap's hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing inside Garima's mouth. He lets out a hoarse cry of release, filling her mouth with his seed. For a moment, she feels like she's drowning in it, the thick, salty liquid coating her tongue and filling her throat. But then Pratap pulls away, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

Garima lies there, chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. She tastes Pratap's cum in her mouth, the bitter tang mixing with the salt of her tears. She feels dirty and used, like there's no part of her that hasn't been violated tonight.

Her eyes dart to Birju, hoping for some sign of understanding or compassion, but he looks away, his face flushed with arousal.The hut falls silent except for their ragged breathing. Garima can feel Pratap's seed sliding down her throat, coating her insides with his disgusting taste. She swallows convulsively, trying to get rid of the feeling of his cum in her mouth. Her eyes close as she tastes the bitter residue, the tang of his release making her want to retch.

She wants nothing more than to wipe the taste away, to scrub her mouth clean until it's gone. But she knows that's not an option. She has to endure this humiliation and hope that somehow she can make it through the night.

Pratap's grip on her hair tightens, his fingers digging into her scalp. "Drink it all," he growls. Garima's eyes widen in fear as she forces herself to swallow another mouthful of his thick, salty seed. It coats her tongue and burns its way down her throat, making her gag reflex twitch wildly. She tries to breathe through her nose, but the smell of his cum is overwhelming.

Her stomach churns with revulsion as she continues to swallow, each gulp more difficult than the last. She can feel Pratap's satisfaction growing with each swallow, his grip on her hair loosening slightly.

With a final, agonizing gulp, she forces down the last of his disgusting seed. She lies there, panting heavily, her body feeling numb and violated. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to shut out the memory of what just happened. But she knows it's useless. The images will be burned into her mind for as long as she lives.

She hears Pratap chuckle darkly, his voice a low growl in the darkness. "Good girl," he says, and she wants to retch at the condescension in his tone. .

He climbs off her, standing tall over her body, his broad chest heaving with exertion. Garima's eyes dart wildly around the hut, searching for any sign of an escape. But there is nothing - only the four walls that seem to close in on her, trapping her in this nightmare.

Pratap turns away from her, walking over to the small table in the corner. On it sits a dirty glass and a flask of some homemade liquor. He pours himself a drink, downing it in one gulp. The fiery liquid burns its way down his throat, but he doesn't even wince. Instead, he reaches for the flask again, pouring himself another drink.

Garima watches him warily from where she lies on the bed. She tries to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing as the pain in her shoulders flares anew. She feels sticky and unclean, as if Pratap's seed has left a permanent mark on her skin. Her eyes dart around the hut, taking in the familiar details that now seem strange and foreign.

Pratap drains the flask, then sets it down with a clatter. He turns back to her, his expression dark and predatory. "Now, Garima," he says, his voice low and menacing. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

Garima feels a cold chill run down her spine as he moves back towards the bed, his erection still standing tall. "No, please," she begs, her voice shaking. "I only agreed to suck your cock. I don't want to do anything else."

Pratap laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the hut. "You think you can just stop after a blowjob?" He shakes his head, the smile never leaving his lips. "That's not how this works. You're mine now, Garima. You're going to do everything I say."

Garima feels a fresh wave of panic wash over her. She tries to scramble away from him, but her legs are tangled in the dirty sheets, trapping her in place. "Please, no," she cries, her voice desperate and pleading. "I don't want to do this. I'm not a whore."

Birju's eyes meet hers, filled with a mix of lust and pity. He knows that Pratap won't be satisfied until he's had his way with her completely. He steps forward, his own erection subsiding slightly at the sight of Garima's distress. "Pratap, maybe we should-"

But Pratap cuts him off with a sharp look. "You don't get a say in this. You're just a bystander now, remember?" His eyes flick to Garima, and she can see the hunger in them. "Now, Garima, you're going to spread those legs for me, aren't you?"

Her heart races as she realizes that Pratap isn't going to be satisfied with just her mouth. She shakes her head, her voice trembling. "No, please, I-"

But Pratap isn't listening. He grabs her by the ankles and yanks her down to the end of the bed, her body sliding against the rough fabric. She tries to kick him, but he's too strong. He slaps her thighs, hard, and she gasps in pain. "Spread 'em," he says, his voice low and demanding.

Her hands fly to her pussy, trying to protect herself, but he's too quick. He pries her fingers away, one by one, and then he uses his own hand to spread her open. "Look at that," he says, his voice filled with malicious glee. "You're so wet, Garima. Your cunt wants it even if your mouth says no."

Birju's eyes are glued to the scene, his cock now fully erect again. He can't believe what he's seeing, what he's a part of. He feels a mix of horror and arousal, his mind reeling as Pratap positions himself between her legs. Garima's eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth gritted, her body tense.

Pratap leans in, his breath hot against her face. "You know you want it, Garima," he whispers, his voice a dark caress. He presses his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. She's reluctant at first, trying to keep her lips tightly sealed, but he's insistent, his mouth moving over hers, demanding a response.

Her body betrays her, her lips parting slightly to let him in. He tastes like the liquor he's been drinking, but there's something else there too - something dark and primal that makes her stomach tighten with unwanted arousal. She tries to pull away, but he's too strong, his hands holding her in place as he ravages her mouth.

Pratap's hands roam over her body, his fingers finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly. He pinches her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she gasps in pain. Despite herself, she feels her body responding, her pussy growing wetter with each twist of his fingers.

Birju's cock is throbbing again, watching his friend treat Garima like a piece of meat. He tries to look away, to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach, but he can't. He's trapped in this moment, forced to witness her degradation and his own complicity.

Pratap breaks the kiss, his eyes glinting with triumph as he sees her body's response. He runs his hand down her body, his fingers slipping through her wetness. "Look how ready you are for me," he sneers, pushing his fingers into her without any gentleness. Garima bites back a whimper, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You're just a dirty little slut who needs a good fuck." He lines up his cock with her entrance, and without waiting for a response, he shoves himself inside her.

Garima cries out, her body arching off the bed as he stretches her open. Pratap laughs, the sound echoing through the small hut. "That's right, scream for me. Scream like the whore you are." He starts to move, pumping in and out of her with brutal force.

Her nails dig into the bed sheets, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She tries to push him away, her hands flailing against his chest. But Pratap is too strong, his weight pinning her down. Each thrust feels like it's ripping her apart, the pain mixing with the anger and fear coursing through her veins.

"Ple-please," she stammers, her voice hoarse from crying and sucking him off. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Pratap is lost in his own lust, his eyes glazed over as he fucks her with an animalistic fervor. Birju can't tear his eyes away, his own cock throbbing as he watches the scene unfold.

"Look at you, Garima," Pratap sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're loving it, aren't you?" He slaps her across the face, and she gasps, her eyes flying open. "You're nothing but a whore, just like all the other city girls."

Her moans grow louder, despite her efforts to keep them contained. Each slap and insult only seems to make her wetter, and Pratap takes full advantage of it. He pumps into her harder, his cock hitting her cervix with a sickening thud that makes her eyes water. She tries to push him away, but her hands are weak, and he's too strong.

"Look at you, begging for it," Pratap says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You're just a dirty slut, aren't you? You love being fucked by a real man." His words cut deeper than any knife, each one slicing into her soul and making her feel more and more worthless.

Garima tries to fight back the tears, to maintain some semblance of dignity. But it's no use. With every thrust, she feels herself being broken down further, her resistance crumbling like sand in the wind. She can't escape the truth of his words, even though she knows they're meant to dehumanize her.

Her body feels like it's on fire, her pussy stretched to the point of pain. But amidst the agony, there's something else - a spark of pleasure that she hates herself for feeling. It's wrong, she knows it is, but it's there, growing with each brutal push into her.

Pratap's thrusts become more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he continues to whisper degrading comments in her ear. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, Garima?" He asks, his voice a mix of anger and excitement. "You're going to let me fill you up with my cum and you're going to love it."

Her eyes widen with horror, but she can feel her body responding despite her mind's protest. Her pussy clenches around him, trying to push him out, but it only seems to make him harder, more insistent. He groans, his strokes deepening. "Look at you, Garima. You're enjoying it. You're a fucking whore, aren't you?"

The words sting, but she can't deny the traitorous pleasure that's building inside her. She tries to shut it out, to focus on anything else, but his cock is a constant presence, a living thing invading her most intimate space. Her breath comes in gasps as she tries to keep up with his pace, her body moving instinctively to meet each of his thrusts.

Pratap's eyes bore into hers, reading every little reaction she has. He sees the way her eyes widen in shock and the way her mouth forms a silent 'no' that turns into a moan. He revels in her struggle, the way she tries to resist the pleasure that's being forced upon her. He knows he's breaking her down, making her feel like it's her own fault she's here, taking his cock like a slut.

"You like it, don't you, Garima?" He whispers in her ear, his breath hot and sticky. "You like being used like this." His hand reaches up to pinch her nipple hard, twisting it until she gasps. She tries to shake her head, but her body arches into the pain, betraying her.

Pratap's eyes gleam with satisfaction. He knows he's breaking her down. "Look at how your cunt is begging for more," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're loving every second of it, aren't you?" He thrusts deeper, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.

Garima's eyes squeeze shut again, but she can't escape the truth. Her body is responding to him, despite the fear and the pain. She feels a traitorous wave of pleasure building inside her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She tries to fight it, but it's too strong.

Pratap's grin widens as he feels her tighten around him. He knows he's got her now. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" He asks, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to show everyone what a slut you really are." He slaps her again, harder this time, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming.

Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, crashing over her without warning. Her body shakes and convulses beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock. He groans, feeling his own release building. "That's it," he whispers, his voice guttural. "Come for me, Garima. Show me how much you love being fucked."

The pleasure is intense, almost painful, and she can't help but let out a keening cry. It's as if her body is betraying her, giving in to the sick game Pratap is playing. Birju watches, his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with Pratap's thrusts. He can't believe he's a part of this, can't believe he's getting off on watching Garima be used like this.

Garima's mind is a whirl of emotions - anger, fear, and a deep, burning shame. She hates Pratap for making her feel this way, for reducing her to this. But she also hates herself for the way her body responds to him, for the way she can't help but come even as she's being degraded.

Birju's hand moves faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the sight of Pratap fucking Garima. He tells himself it's just to keep his cover, that he's just watching to make sure she's okay. But deep down, he knows it's more than that. He's turned on by the sight of her, by the sounds she makes.

Pratap's rhythm becomes erratic, his breathing harsh. He's close to coming, and Garima can feel it. She tries to push him away, but he holds her down, grinding into her with a final, brutal thrust. He cums with a roar, filling her with his hot, thick seed.

Garima's body goes limp beneath him, her muscles exhausted from the struggle and the intensity of her own orgasm. Pratap pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stands up, admiring his handiwork, and she can see the satisfaction in his eyes.

"Look what you've done," he says, his voice filled with disgust. "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" Garima can't bring herself to look at him. She feels so violated, so used, that she can barely breathe.

Her body feels like it's been through a meat grinder, every inch of her skin bruised and tender from his rough treatment. She lies there, her limbs splayed out, her pussy throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. She can feel his cum leaking out of her, soaking the bed beneath her.

The room is silent except for their heavy breathing. Garima's chest heaves with the effort of trying to regain her breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if by not seeing she can somehow escape the reality of what's happened. But she can't. The memory of his cock inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together, it's all too real.

Her eyes fly open when she feels a shift in the air beside her. She turns to see Birju, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard cock. The sight of him like this, watching and participating in her degradation, sends a fresh wave of horror crashing over her. "Birju?" She screams, her voice shaking.