How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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Chapter 23
I stared at my wife as she rolled onto her back. Her lehenga was up around her hips again, her naked breasts heaving. My mind was reeling at what she’d done, but at least it was over.

The raja strolled over to Nandini. “Now,” he told her. “I grow impatient with this game. Tell me what I want to know, or I’ll….”

I had actually started to relax a little. And I saw Nandini nod, feigning reluctance, as she planned to finally tell him the secret information and end the scene. We were just waiting while the raja searched his imagination for some awful punishment to threaten her with, something so depraved that of course she’d choose to give up the information instead.

“I’ll…I’ll throw you into a tamboo full of my sipahi,” he told her, “and tell them you’re one of the town Randi. I’ll tell them that I’ve negotiated a special price with your master, and they can have any of your holes for a copper coin.” He beamed, delighted with the threat.

We all looked at Nandini and, as expected, she looked horrified. We waited for her to hang her head and say something like. “I—I—They are at Skull Island, sire.”

Nandini hung her head. “I—I—” She hesitated. “I cannot betray them.”

There was absolute silence.

Oh God. Oh God no. Please, God no. Not that. She can’t!

The raja made the “Time out” sign with his hands. “I—Are you sure?!” he asked. “You’re talking about a whole tamboo full of men using you. A gang bang!”

Nandini swallowed. And then nodded.

The raja ran a hand through his hair. Please, I thought, stop, now. Tell her it’s too much.

“I…think we could probably arrange that. If it’s really what you want.” Then he looked at the madari. “And, of course, if your husband agrees.”

Everyone looked around at the madari. And he, of course, nodded his assent, stroking and rubbing both of my wife’s shoulders.

The raja glanced across at me, still sitting by the fire. “Actually,” he said suddenly, “I just want to check….”

My heart lifted. He did have a conscience. He was going to talk her out of it!

But yet again, I’d underestimated his cruelty. “Let me give you an alternative,” said the raja. “That’s a friend of mine sitting over there in the monk’s robe. He’s been watching you all day. A huge admirer. You can see he has his cock out, and it’s all hard and ready for you. Why don’t you role play something with him, instead of all those sipahi? He’s a really nice guy—kind and gentle.”

My wife turned her head and looked at me, and I leaned forward. I suddenly saw what the raja was doing. It was like a test. If she chose me—the small-cocked nice guy—he’d take me over to her and, once I was close enough, it was inevitable that she’d see under my hood and recognize me. The illusion would be over and I’d be able to stop the whole thing.

As long as she chose me.

I saw her bite her lip. Then she turned to the raja and said quietly, “I don’t want to hurt his feelings. Can he hear me from there?”

“No,” the raja lied. “Definitely not. Not from all the way over there.”

Nandini glanced my way again. “He’s a little…” She flushed. “He’s not what I want. Not right now. Sorry. He’s too…small.”

I felt my heart break. My one chance to put everything right, to expose the king’s trickery, and I’d lost it because I wasn’t muscled, or well-endowed, or an aggressive alpha male. I’d failed her yet again.

“That’s fine,” said the king, smiling. “I just wanted to check. And now, I’ll give you the scene you want.” He did that thing again where he turned away from her to get into character. When he turned back, his voice was booming. “I’m tired of this!” he yelled. “Tell me where the ship is, or I’ll throw you into a tamboo filled with my sipahi. They’ll be drunk by now and hungry for a woman!”

Nandini shrunk back from him as if scared. “H—How many?”

The raja grinned. “Ten. And I won’t introduce you as a nobleman’s daughter, nor a virgin, nor even a daaku vaishya. I’ll tell them you’re a Randi from the local town, and prone to lying and stealing. I’ll tell them they can do what they like with you…”—he leaned close to sneer at her—“as long as they pay you a copper coin for each fuck.”

“N—No!” gasped Nandini. “You can’t!”

“Oh, but I can,” said the raja. “Who do you think they’ll believe—their king, or a half-naked woman? They’ll ravish you all night…and they’ll make use of every one of your holes.”

I felt my insides go to water. Oh God. He couldn’t mean….

I saw my wife react to the same phrase. Only in her case, her eyes went glazed at the idea, her breathing quickening. “Y—You don’t mean—No! I couldn’t let them—not there!”

“Randis don’t get to choose how they’re taken,” he told her. “Now decide, once and for all—will you betray your belovedsardar and his friends, or will you become the plaything of my sipahi?”

I’d never seen Nandini so turned on. She sprawled there on the grass looking up at him, trying to look as if she was writhing in horror and disgust at what he was telling her, but practically rubbing herself against the grass like a cat in heat. She was panting, her nostrils flaring, her eyes heavy-lidded. “I—I—” She looked at the ground for a moment, gathering herself. “I cannot betray them,” she announced. “Throw me to the sipahi.”

The raja grabbed her bound wrists and jerked her to her feet. “Gladly,” he told her. And he started to march her back towards the nauchandi, leaving the lohar, the dancer and me to catch up.