How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 20
“Oh, really?” asked the king, delighted. “She’s all ready and fertile, is she? Is this her lucky week?”

I had no choice. I had to tell the truth and hoped it made them stop. I nodded.

“So we really could leave a baby inside her!” said the raja. “Tremendous!”

I gave a wail through the gag.

“Better get going,” the raja told the others. “She’s gagging for it over there.”

The lohar and the dancer got to their feet. I thought of the two of them having their way with my wife and my stomach shrank into a tight, hard knot. I tried to stand, determined to throw myself at them, head-butt them, something.

“Sit down,” the raja said, pulling me back down to the bench. “We can watch together.”

I wailed again, but with my hands and ankles bound there was nothing I could do. I sat forlornly on the bench, watching the two men approach my wife.

She gasped as she looked up and saw them. They were both big guys, but from down on the ground, they must have looked huge.

“Remember me, vaishya?” the lohar asked. “The raja tells us you’re protecting daaku keere. And that we could have some fun with you, until you spit out what he wants to know.”

“You left me hard at the dance,” the dancer told her. “Gave me your underclothes like a harlot, but denied me your body like a blushing virgin.” He looked at her still-open legs and the seed between them. “I see you’re no virgin. So you won’t deny me again.”

My wife made a gargling little moan and quickly closed her legs, crossing one ankle over the other.

“Oh, no need to be coy, my dear,” the dancer told her. “The raja told us what a little Randi you are.” And he knelt down at her feet and, taking an ankle in each hand, easily spread her legs apart. Her most private area was once again displayed, her lower lips flowering open.

“No, no no!” my wife wailed, thrashing her head. “No, you can’t! Not again!”

The dancer began running his hands up and down her pale thighs. “Tell us where your ship is anchored,” he said, “and we won’t.”

My wife set her jaw. “I won’t betray them!”

The dancer grinned and lowered his britches. A good-sized cock was revealed, not quite as thick as the king’s but a little longer.

“Wait,” said the lohar. “I have a better idea. Since all the vaishya says is ‘No,’ let’s put her mouth to better use.”

It was a credit to my wife’s acting skills that she actually managed to blink at him, as if confused, even though I was sure she knew exactly what he meant.

Grabbing the leather strip that bound her wrists, the lohar hauled her to her knees. Her lehenga fell back down into place, covering her lower body, but her dress remained where it was, pushed down below her breasts. She knelt there staring up at him, as if dazed, as he unfastened his britches and lowered them. His cock was in proportion to his massive body, the equal of the king’s, and my wife visibly gulped when she saw it.

“Use your mouth,” the lohar told her.

My wife let out a shuddering gasp. “W—What?! I cannot! Only wh—Randis do that!”

The lohar took hold of the back of her head with one massive hand and drew her nearer and nearer to his erect cock. It stood out stiff like a flagpole, twitching and bobbing as he breathed.

My wife stared at it in obvious lust, thought she continued to protest. “N-No! Please! Only a common harlot does such things!”

“Quiet,” growled the lohar, and guided the head into her open mouth.

Just as it entered, I saw my wife check the madari and get his nod. Every time it happened, it deepened the bitter ache inside me. If I could just speak to her, just once!

The lohar’s cock slid into Nandini’s mouth, the end of it stretching her cheek for a second, then sliding back over her tongue. She mewled as he neared the back of her throat but then, to my relief, he stopped. “Suck me,” he told her.

She made a noise of protest in her throat, gagged nearly as effectively as me.

“Does she need encouragement?” asked the dancer. And he squatted down next to my wife and took her breasts in his hands. For a moment he just played with them, kneading the ripe flesh and squeezing it together. Then he pinched both her nipples hard.

“MMFF!” groaned my wife around the cock, and I saw her cheeks hollow as she began to suck. Her lips formed a seal around the shaft and I could see the movements as her tongue went to work.

“Isn’t that a beautiful sight?” the raja asked me. I snapped out of my reverie—I’d been so focused on my wife that I’d almost forgotten he was there. “All that long, dark hair. That gorgeous body.... Thank you so much for bringing her to the nai nauchandi, Rishab . Very public-spirited of you.”

I turned and glared at him.