How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 25
They laid her down on the ground and spread-eagled her, a man to each limb.

“You—You can’t do this!” she said breathlessly. “I am of noble blood!”

“Aye,” said one. “Noble women oft find themselves in a tamboos like these, on their backs for coin.”

The sipahi who’d paid pushed down his britches, brandishing a thick cock. He advanced on her.

My wife was flushed with arousal, her eyes fixed on his cock. “I am not what he told you!” she said. “I am no Randi!”

“Well, if you aren’t,” the sipahi said, kneeling between her spread thighs. “You soon will be.” Her sex was perfectly presented to him between pale thighs, set off by the black daaku jooti, its pink lips already shining with moisture and slightly parted from her position. He placed the head of his cock between them.

His naked cock.

It hit me like a bombshell. I’d been thinking so hard about how they’d use her helpless body that I hadn’t considered the implications if they neglected to use condoms. Either the raja had told them that they didn’t need to, or more likely he’d left it up to my wife to tell them. And by this stage, the idea of them spilling their seed in her only increased her arousal. My mind shredded. With a tamboo full of men, she would almost certainly get pregnant, and we’d have no idea who the father was!

Nandini stared down at the cock. “No,” she begged. “God, don’t. Please!”

The sipahi grinned…and thrust into her. Wet as she was, he slid in almost all the way in on his first thrust. “Ah!” he gasped. “She’s good and tight, but wet as a river,” he announced, and the others laughed and cheered, clinking tankards and spilling beer.

My wife bucked and twisted beneath him as he began to thrust. Lanterns hanging from the ceiling made it much lighter in the tamboo than it had been outdoors, and I could see every detail. I could see her pink lips stretched tight around the girth of him, see her lips pull outward a little as he moved out and stretch in as he plunged back in. He lowered himself atop her a little more so that his shirt rubbed against her breasts, and she groaned before she could stop herself. The other sipahi cackled at this admission of pleasure.

I shook my head, the movement almost invisible beneath the hood, as I watched my wife taken. This was just the first, I knew, and I looked around at the waiting men in disbelief. They were all so big, and so strong, and the thought of her poor body taking one after another of them, a procession between her thighs…God, they’ll break her! Or stretch her so she’ll never be the same!

The sipahi on top of her began to thrust, quick hard strokes that shifted her whole body along the ground, straining the hands holding her. He was showing off for his friends, I realized, showing them how hard he could fuck her. They would all want to do that, show off in their own way…God, they’re going to use her like a sex doll! But Nandini was already groaning with pleasure as the cock slammed into her again and again, her wetness no doubt making even the hard thrusts satiny smooth. Her eyes had fluttered closed and I could see that her nipples had hardened to stiff peaks where they rubbed against her lover’s chest. Within ten strokes, she was flexing her pelvis subtly up at him. Within twenty, it was no longer subtle.

“She’s loving it,” said the sipahi pinning her right wrist to the ground. “The Randi’s loving it!”

My wife’s eyes flew open. “N—No!” she said, shame-faced.

“Make her come,” suggested another.

“What? No! Don’t!” She began to non-struggle again, trying her best to convey that an orgasm would be the worst humiliation in the world…and therefore exactly what she needed.

“Yes,” said another sipahi, hunkering down by her gasping face. “Make her know what a Randi she is.”

The one fucking her obediently changed his approach. He moved from supporting himself on his knees to putting most of his weight on her, grinding his groin against her clit on each stroke, rocking rather than thrusting. Immediately, my wife started to thrash her head from side to side. “No!” she said. “No, God, don’t! I don’t want to—”

“Keep going,” said the one by her face, staring at her even more closely. “She’s almost there.”

Nandini was shaking her head, the tension building up in her body. “No! No, I can’t, I’m a noble woman, I can’t—I—God, no…God no…God…God…God—”

The whole tamboo cheered as she suddenly went rigid in their grasp, the waves of a climax wracking her body. The man inside her grunted. “God, I can feel it,” he told his friends, his voice strained. “She’s clamping down on me!”

My wife let out a strangled moan and went limp. The man inside her returned to his hard thrusts, building quickly in pace, and I knew what was coming. “I’m going to fill her up,” he announced.

Nandini raised her head at that. Please, I thought, come to your senses! Just say ‘Lion’ for a moment and tell them they have to use condoms! Then you can carry on, just please don’t get pregnant!