06-02-2022, 02:10 PM
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**Part 19.**
“Rahul…Rahul….just listen to him.”, I said softly, afraid that Ganesh will hurt Manisha.
Rahul slowly moved his hands to his sides, his face sunken as he looked down at his pubic area. His cock head had shrunk back into its thick foreskin, peeking out from between the pubic hair, barely an inch or so.
“Fucking pathetic.”, Senthil said, looking at Rahul’s cock. Ganesh laughed out loud beside him. “Did you think you were going to fuck these two whores with that?”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul, who face was now red with shame.
“What a cute cock you have boy.”, Ganesh said softly. He slowly reached out his old dark wrinkly hand, the thumb and forefinger holding onto Rahul’s foreskin. He pulled it back, exposing the little pink mushroom head towards Senthil and me.
Senthil ignored Ganesh’s fondling of Rahul’s cock, looking back up at him. “What would your father think of you, boy?”, Senthil sneered at him. “His son fucking whores in my little hotel.”
“Uncle…no…uncle, it’s not like that at all.”, his eyes widening up at the mention of his father. He looked scared shitless. Ganesh slowly started to rub the little cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin up and down.
“What if I told people in the village about your activities?”, Senthil said softly, threateningly. “Who would your parents marry you off to?”
“Uncle…uncle…please don’t.”, Rahul started pleading, putting his hands together towards Senthil and me. I kept quiet, at a loss of words of what to say in this situation. Senthil had his hand placed on my back again. I could hear Manisha sobbing softly from behind me.
“Which slut did you intend to fuck first?.”, Senthil continued to torture him,”That one?”, he pointed at the crying Manisha, “Or this one?. This one has a bigger pair of tits.”, he sneered. His right hand moved from my back, grabbing my right breast over the shirt, pressing down on it hard.
“Owwww…”, I shouted out, surprised at the sudden hand grabbing my breast. Fuck. That hurt. What should I do? I have never been this scared before in my life.
Senthil looked at me, his face close to my left ear. “Take off your shirt…”, he whispered.
“Uncle…please…”, Rahul begged him again, his eyes darting between Senthil’s face and mine. The old security guard hands had stopped moving, he had Rahul’s cock head pinched between his fingers, I could see it choking bulging outwards.
“Take it off slut….”, he said again, looking at me. I slowly pulled my top off over my head and placed it behind me. I could feel a tear exiting my eye. For the first time, I was afraid for my life and for my friends. What was supposed to be a chill afternoon is now turning into a nightmare. I immediately put both my hands over my bra, pushing my breast onto my chest, hunching over to hide my body from the eyes of all the men in the room.
“Ooooowahhhh…. amazing tit’s that slut has, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh said, he pinched Rahul’s cock head, the pink mushroom building out. I could tell Rahul’s cock was growing slightly. “This little cock is getting excited.”, he chuckled
“This is what you are going to do, boy.”, Senthil said, looking Rahul directly into his eyes. Manisha remained quiet behind us. I was listening to every word, still covering my breasts over my bra. “You are going to call your father….”
“Uncle…no…no …. please….”, Rahul begged again.
“Shut the fuck up bastard. You are going to call your father and have him deliver 5 Lakh to me and Ganesh here.”, Senthil said, smiling slightly.
Rahul’s face dropped, the fear in his eyes apparent. Senthil wanted an absurd amount of money. I don’t think even Rahul’s family would be able to afford it.
“5 Lakh each.”, Senthil continued, smiling slyly at Rahul. Ganesh’s eyes lit up at the thought of the money coming to him.
“Uncle… please…. My father…. My father will kill me….”, he said, tears now streaming down his face.
Senthil stood up, looking Rahul straight in the eyes. “I want the money, you little shit.”, he boomed. His eyes stared angrily at Rahul behind his thick glasses.
“I…I can’t…. please….don’t do this….”,Rahul was crying hard, trying to choke out the words.
“It’s simple.”, Senthil whispered softly at him, but everyone in the room could still hear every word he said. “I won’t hurt you, although I can’t guarantee Ganesh here, he likes both boys and girls.”, he sneered slightly, enjoying the torment he was inflicting towards Rahul. He slowly walked towards the side of the bed beside Manisha. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide with horror but no sound escaped her. I was rooted in my spot, too afraid to move.
Senthil reached out, gripping Manisha’s hair, pulling her towards the other end of the bed beside me.
“AHHHHHHH…please….please….AHHHHHHhhh….”, Manisha screamed, the pain from her hair being pulled must be burning her scalp. Senthil let go of her as she fell beside me, panting hard, I could hear sobs escaping her mouth.
“These two sluts will belong to me from now on…”, he said, sitting back down. This time beside Manisha who was in between us. Her whimpering was getting louder. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. “I will make them my in-house hotel prostitutes.”, he laughed out loud as he said it.
“Uncle… no…. please don’t ….Please….I… I..will find the money….”, Rahul begged him, looking at Manisha and me.
“Call your father….”, Senthil looked at him, Senthil slowly placed his left hand on Manisha’s leg.
“I will do anything …. Anything …. Please uncle….Not my father… please.”, his pleading turned to sobbing.
Senthil looked at Manisha as his hand slowly crept up under her skirt,“Take off your panties..”
**End of Part 19.**
“Rahul…Rahul….just listen to him.”, I said softly, afraid that Ganesh will hurt Manisha.
Rahul slowly moved his hands to his sides, his face sunken as he looked down at his pubic area. His cock head had shrunk back into its thick foreskin, peeking out from between the pubic hair, barely an inch or so.
“Fucking pathetic.”, Senthil said, looking at Rahul’s cock. Ganesh laughed out loud beside him. “Did you think you were going to fuck these two whores with that?”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul, who face was now red with shame.
“What a cute cock you have boy.”, Ganesh said softly. He slowly reached out his old dark wrinkly hand, the thumb and forefinger holding onto Rahul’s foreskin. He pulled it back, exposing the little pink mushroom head towards Senthil and me.
Senthil ignored Ganesh’s fondling of Rahul’s cock, looking back up at him. “What would your father think of you, boy?”, Senthil sneered at him. “His son fucking whores in my little hotel.”
“Uncle…no…uncle, it’s not like that at all.”, his eyes widening up at the mention of his father. He looked scared shitless. Ganesh slowly started to rub the little cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin up and down.
“What if I told people in the village about your activities?”, Senthil said softly, threateningly. “Who would your parents marry you off to?”
“Uncle…uncle…please don’t.”, Rahul started pleading, putting his hands together towards Senthil and me. I kept quiet, at a loss of words of what to say in this situation. Senthil had his hand placed on my back again. I could hear Manisha sobbing softly from behind me.
“Which slut did you intend to fuck first?.”, Senthil continued to torture him,”That one?”, he pointed at the crying Manisha, “Or this one?. This one has a bigger pair of tits.”, he sneered. His right hand moved from my back, grabbing my right breast over the shirt, pressing down on it hard.
“Owwww…”, I shouted out, surprised at the sudden hand grabbing my breast. Fuck. That hurt. What should I do? I have never been this scared before in my life.
Senthil looked at me, his face close to my left ear. “Take off your shirt…”, he whispered.
“Uncle…please…”, Rahul begged him again, his eyes darting between Senthil’s face and mine. The old security guard hands had stopped moving, he had Rahul’s cock head pinched between his fingers, I could see it choking bulging outwards.
“Take it off slut….”, he said again, looking at me. I slowly pulled my top off over my head and placed it behind me. I could feel a tear exiting my eye. For the first time, I was afraid for my life and for my friends. What was supposed to be a chill afternoon is now turning into a nightmare. I immediately put both my hands over my bra, pushing my breast onto my chest, hunching over to hide my body from the eyes of all the men in the room.
“Ooooowahhhh…. amazing tit’s that slut has, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh said, he pinched Rahul’s cock head, the pink mushroom building out. I could tell Rahul’s cock was growing slightly. “This little cock is getting excited.”, he chuckled
“This is what you are going to do, boy.”, Senthil said, looking Rahul directly into his eyes. Manisha remained quiet behind us. I was listening to every word, still covering my breasts over my bra. “You are going to call your father….”
“Uncle…no…no …. please….”, Rahul begged again.
“Shut the fuck up bastard. You are going to call your father and have him deliver 5 Lakh to me and Ganesh here.”, Senthil said, smiling slightly.
Rahul’s face dropped, the fear in his eyes apparent. Senthil wanted an absurd amount of money. I don’t think even Rahul’s family would be able to afford it.
“5 Lakh each.”, Senthil continued, smiling slyly at Rahul. Ganesh’s eyes lit up at the thought of the money coming to him.
“Uncle… please…. My father…. My father will kill me….”, he said, tears now streaming down his face.
Senthil stood up, looking Rahul straight in the eyes. “I want the money, you little shit.”, he boomed. His eyes stared angrily at Rahul behind his thick glasses.
“I…I can’t…. please….don’t do this….”,Rahul was crying hard, trying to choke out the words.
“It’s simple.”, Senthil whispered softly at him, but everyone in the room could still hear every word he said. “I won’t hurt you, although I can’t guarantee Ganesh here, he likes both boys and girls.”, he sneered slightly, enjoying the torment he was inflicting towards Rahul. He slowly walked towards the side of the bed beside Manisha. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide with horror but no sound escaped her. I was rooted in my spot, too afraid to move.
Senthil reached out, gripping Manisha’s hair, pulling her towards the other end of the bed beside me.
“AHHHHHHH…please….please….AHHHHHHhhh….”, Manisha screamed, the pain from her hair being pulled must be burning her scalp. Senthil let go of her as she fell beside me, panting hard, I could hear sobs escaping her mouth.
“These two sluts will belong to me from now on…”, he said, sitting back down. This time beside Manisha who was in between us. Her whimpering was getting louder. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. “I will make them my in-house hotel prostitutes.”, he laughed out loud as he said it.
“Uncle… no…. please don’t ….Please….I… I..will find the money….”, Rahul begged him, looking at Manisha and me.
“Call your father….”, Senthil looked at him, Senthil slowly placed his left hand on Manisha’s leg.
“I will do anything …. Anything …. Please uncle….Not my father… please.”, his pleading turned to sobbing.
Senthil looked at Manisha as his hand slowly crept up under her skirt,“Take off your panties..”
**End of Part 19.**
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