How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 14
My escorts towed me along between them, my feet barely touching the ground. As we moved farther and farther from the rest of the crew, I began to really panic. In the tamboo, there’d at least been other people around to stop it going too far. Out here, anything could happen.

Clouds kept passing in front of the moon, leaving us in near-total darkness. We were soon well away from the nauchandi itself, on some of the adjoining land, shielded from the tamboos by a thick screen of trees. We seemed to be heading towards a fire.

Ahead of us, far enough that they were out of earshot of my pathetic attempts at shouting, the raja and Nandini strolled as happily as lovers, her head resting on his shoulder. And the madari walked just beside them, occasionally rubbing Nandini’s shoulder to reassure her that her husband was right there with her, and it was all perfectly okay.

It’s not okay! I screamed inside my mind. It’s not okay at all!

The fire turned out to be at one edge of a patch of lush, green grass, its light and the intermittent moonlight providing enough light to see what happened in the center of the patch. That was to be the stage, I guessed, and the fire was for the audience.

My suspicions were confirmed when the lohar and the dancer sat down beside the fire, pushing me roughly to the ground between them. As before, they put their arms around my shoulders, pressing down on my back to hold me in place. Meanwhile, the raja led Nandini to the center of the patch of grass. With the crackle and spit of the fire right beside me, the low noises I could make through the gag were utterly drowned out.

I could hear them, though—my wife and the raja. They were talking, and the madari was right there beside the raja throughout, as if to vouch for what he was saying.

“I brought us out here,” said the king, “so we could have some privacy from the rest of the crew. These blokes”—he indicated the lohar and dancer—“won’t do anything…not unless you want them to. No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Rishab , here,” said the king, indicating the madari, “is okay with you having fun, and he’ll stop you if he feels it’s going too far.”

I’m not! I yelled. I’m not okay with it! But the gag reduced my shouts to pathetic grunts and the lohar and dancer laughed.

“It’s all up to you, Nandini,” said the raja. “The power’s in your hands. Tell us what you want.”

He had no interest in forcing her, I realized. He wanted her to want it, wanted her groaning and begging for it. He’s miscalculated, I thought, my hopes rising. Nandini was shy—she surely wouldn’t go much further than kissing, not the first time. I saw her bite her lip, saw her shuffle her feet nervously. She’s going to back out, I thought. She’s going to back out and go back to the nauchandi, and they’ll have to abandon the whole thing.

“Could you….” Nandini said, and then muttered something I couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry?” asked the raja. “I didn’t hear that.”

“Could you….” The moon broke through the clouds, and I could see her beautiful face lit up clearly for a second. “Could you…tie me up?”

There were low chuckles from the lohar and the dancer. My blood ran cold. I’d forgotten about Nandini’s secret need, but it changed everything. God, if they tied her up…. It wasn’t that if they tied her up, they could do anything to her. That was true, but none of them showed any interest in taking her against her will. It was almost the opposite: if they role played with her and gave her that feeling of helplessness, she’d get so horny she’d do anything. Any boundaries she had would disappear.

No! I pleaded. Don’t do it!

“Tie you up?” asked the king, his Bengali accent painting the air with silver. “Tie you up…I suppose that we could. Are you sure, Nandini? I mean, that’s pretty kinky stuff. You should only do those things with people you really trust.”

Reverse psychology, I thought. God, he’s going to get her to persuade him!

“I could have a safeword,” said Nandini quickly. “I could say, ‘Lion,’ if I want you to really stop.”

I was reeling. Safeword?! Since when did she know about things like safewords? God, what had she been reading?

“And we could—you know—role play it,” said Nandini. “If that’s okay.”

“Role play it?” The raja chuckled. “You’ve really got into this, haven’t you, Nandini?”

My wife blushed and looked at her feet, but nodded. I could see that she was breathing faster, just thinking about it.

“That’s one kinky bitch you have there,” whispered the lohar to me.

“What did you have in mind?” asked the raja.