How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

[Givemeextra]

CHAPTER 12
“We thought that costume wasn’t appropriate for you,” said the raja. “You see, the madari, while a fool, is a randy fellow. We thought a monk would suit you better…since you won’t be getting any, tonight.”

I shouted for help, but the ball pressed my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, making it impossible to form words, and muffling the sounds I did make. I struggled, but there were too many people holding me. The madari outfit was off me, now, leaving me in my underwear. My arms were forced in front of me and my wrists tied together. Then my ankles were tied together, leaving me with a short length that meant I could shuffle along, but not walk or run. Finally, my wrists and ankles were tied together with just enough rope between them that I could stoop, but not stand.

They pulled a dark brown hooded robe over my shoulders, fastening it at the front to hide my bound wrists. When they flipped the hood up, my face was plunged into deep shadow. I really did look like a monk—an old, silent monk, stooped and shuffling as he went about his prayers.

I still didn’t understand. Was this just to humiliate me? Were they going to send me back to the party like this? Nandini would un-gag me and then we’d leave. It would be a short-lived prank.

Now that I no longer needed to be held, the hands released me and, as they all walked around in front of me, I got to see who it was. The guy who’d danced with Nandini in the dance tamboo, and the lohar who’d kissed her. I suddenly knew why the raja had been riding around looking for her, and how he’d known that she was “adventurous.” They’d had their eye on her all day.

“You see,” said the king, “We like Nandini. We really do. And it’s been a long nauchandi and we’re all ready for some fun. So that’s exactly what we’re going to do, Rishab . We’re going to have some fun with her.”

I moaned and shook my head.

“Oh no, you see: we are,” said the raja. He smirked. “We really, really are.”

Another person walked around from behind me. He was about my height, and looked to be younger than the rest. I didn’t recognize him…but I recognized what he was wearing.

He was wearing the madari outfit. And when he slid the mask over his head, he looked just like me.

It finally dawned on me what they were planning and I took a hopeless, shuffling step towards him, almost going flat on my face. The madari laughed and stepped nimbly out of the way.

“You see, all Nandini needs is reassurance,” the raja said. “She just needs to know that it’s okay, that you won’t be angry at her in the morning.” He grinned. “Nick here will give her that. It does mean that he has to pretend to be you all night, but don’t worry—I’ll have someone swap with him at some point so he can have his turn.”

His turn?! Oh God…he couldn’t seriously mean—

The raja leaned close to me. “Nandini said that you loved seeing her with other men. Well, this is going to be a treat for you. You get to see her fucked all…night…long.”