How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 17
The raja began to thrust with the dagger, entering her only the few inches the pommel allowed. His strokes were slow and sensual, designed to create pleasure rather than give pain, and he continued for long minutes as my wife panted and moaned. “Just as I thought,” the raja said. “You’re no nobleman’s daughter. Just a cheap. Little. Randi.” He punctuated each word with a thrust and my wife let out a high, pleasure-filled moan with each one.

When he withdrew the dagger, the pommel was shining and her soft pink folds gaped apart a little. “It would appear the Randi is ready for her customer,” he told her, his voice like a cold, silver whip. And then he lowered his britches.

“No!” she gasped as his cock sprang out. It hung silhouetted in the moonlight, and the size of it made me gasp. It was both longer and thicker than my own. God, he couldn’t shove that thing inside her! It would destroy her!

The raja held the shaft in one hand, brandishing it like a weapon. “See what I have for you, vaishya. Is that bigger than your beloved daaku sardar’s?”

For just a second, my wife glanced up at the madari she thought was me. I saw her blush, and I died inside a little.

The raja laughed. “Your quim is begging me to plunge this into you,” he told her. “And I shall, if you do not reveal the location of your ship.”

Nandini was panting, eyes gleaming. I could tell she was completely lost in her own little world, all her fantasies coming true. “I shall not!” she said bravely. “I shall never betray him!”

“Very well,” said the king, and knelt between her legs. My eyes bulged as I saw the naked head of him bump up against her slickened lips. He wasn’t stopping to put on a condom! I yanked as hard as I could against the rope binding my hands, but it was useless. I tried to signal to my two escorts.

“What?” asked the lohar. He followed my gaze to the king’s cock. “Oh. Well, they didn’t have condoms in those days, did they? Is Nandini on the pill?”

I shook my head wildly.

“Well, you’ll just have to hope for the best then.”

My eyes grew wide as I saw the raja plant his hands either side of my wife’s head, his cock just nudging her entrance open. God, no!

“Please!” my wife called out suddenly. “Please, sire, don’t take my maidenhood!”

The raja stopped, and I could tell he was genuinely astonished.

In her fantasy, she’s a virgin, I realized. Ravaged by the raja. God, my wife was even kinkier than I thought. If only she’d told me!

The king, though, was used to improvising. “A virgin?” he sneered. “I don’t think so. What of your daaku sardar?” He kept his cock right where it was, rubbing and teasing at her soft folds without quite entering her.

“He is a gentleman,” my wife panted. Her eyes were glazed. “Others know him only as a devilish rogue, but he shows a tender side to me. We share a bed, but he will not take me until we are married.”

“Doesn’t sound like any outlaw I’ve heard of,” said the raja. “I think it more likely that you’re a Randi.”

“No!” begged my wife, twisting her hips as if trying to stop him entering her, but being careful to keep contact with his cock the whole time. “No, I am a virgin, sire!”

The raja suddenly stopped and smiled. Then he reached down and tenderly stroked her cheek. “Do you know,” he said, “I think I actually believe you. I think you really are a virgin.”

My wife went limp on the grass as if relieved.

“That will make this all the sweeter,” said the raja.

“W—What?! No! No!” begged my wife. But she didn’t say lion. And when the raja reached down and spread her thighs wider, bending her knees so that she was even more open to him, she didn’t resist. He leaned over her and pinned her bound wrists to the ground with one hand. With the other, he cupped her cheek.

Doesn’t she realize he doesn’t have a condom on?! I thought. But I knew what was happening. She was lost in her Mughal fantasy, and condoms didn’t feature in it. She was the helpless virgin, about to be taken by the handsome king, having sacrificed her honor to save her true love. She was immersed in the role play and she was relying on me to stop her going too far…and I wasn’t there.

I saw my wife glance up at the madari one last time, to check that it was all okay. And I saw him nod and stroke her shoulder in approval.