09-02-2022, 08:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2022, 12:06 PM by B1ryani. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
**Part 20**
“If you don’t want anything to happen to this bitch...”, Senthil said slowly, emphasizing every word, “Get me my money….”. his slowly pushed Manisha’s long skirt up to her knees, exposing her long legs and thighs to everyone in the room. Manisha was looking down, I could still see tears rolling down from her cheeks, her hands holding down her skirt between her legs, trying to cover her panties.
“Uncle.. uncle…please don’t hurt us…”, I whimpered at him, reaching out to grab his hand off Manisha’s leg.
Senthil looked up at me as his arm swung towards me, slapping me hard across the face.
PAPPPP!!!
The sound echoed inside the room as I felt a sharp pain shoot up from my left cheek. My whole body twisted from the force of the slap as I let out a gasp of surprise. I could feel my face stinging from the pain, my eyes starting to water again.
“Shut the fuck up.”, Senthil stared at me, his face twisted in anger. “One more sound and you will be next.”
I looked down, avoiding his gaze. From the sides of my eye, I saw Ganesh still playing with Rahul’s now flaccid cock, he cupped Rahul’s balls, gently squeezing the sack, playing with the testes. He had a smile on his sickening old face as he gripped Rahul’s balls with his hand. I could see the discomfort on Rahul’s face. He had stopped crying now, his arms swung loosely on his sides, the jeans and underwear still down at his feet.
Senthil watched Ganesh’s hand for a little while, then looked at Rahul’s face. “So?...”
“Uncle… I will get you the money… please… please let them go….”, he replied softly, not looking at any of us in the face.
Senthil smiled, he turned his face to Manisha. “Take it off…”.
Manisha’s face went cold, the fear in her eyes apparent as she looked at me then at Rahul.
“Rahul,please…please call him and get the money…”, Manisha pleaded softly, looking at him. Rahul kept his face down. I did not know what to say. I continued to cross my arms on my chest, trying to hide the view of my bra from Rahul, Senthil and Ganesh.
Senthil right hand went in deeper under the skirt, “Looks like the little boy is too scared of his Appa”, Senthil smirked, “but confident that he could come here and fuck two whores.”, he continued. Manisha was still holding the skirt down between her legs, not allowing Senthil’s hands to move in deeper. “Take it off, bitch.”
“Please…don’t do this”, Manisha begged him.
“Ganesh.”
“Sir?”, Ganesh looked up at Senthil, releasing Rahul’s ball’s from his grip..
“Hold her arms…”, Senthil held onto Manisha’s legs, pushing it down into the mattress. Ganesh slowly stood up, walking along the side of the bed, close to Manisha’s head.
“Come here, fucking randi.”, Ganesh sneered at her, watching her struggle as he grabbed both her arms, holding it tightly over her head. He turned towards Rahul, then at me. “You better not move.”, he said menacingly, threatening us. Manisha continued to struggle, twisting and turning her body. I felt helpless and desperate. Rahul continued to stand there, his head bowed down, but his eyes watching the two men hold Manisha down on the bed.
Senthil got between Manisha’s legs, using his knees to keep her legs wide apart as he grabbed the waist band of her skirt, pulling it off from under her feet.
“No…no…no…. please.”, Manisha started crying again as her red panties came into our view.
“Bring her up Ganesh.”, Senthil boomed at the old security guard. Ganesh pulled her arms upwards as her body followed the motion. Manisha was now on her knees on the bed, her legs pushed together, trying to hide her panties. Ganesh had her arms over her head, her sweaty smooth clean-shaven armpit exposed to us thanks to the sleeveless shirt she was wearing.
Senthil placed his right hand in between her thighs, forcing his way up between her legs until he had her pussy mound in the palm of his hand.
“Hmm…what are you hiding in here?”, He said jokingly, his thumb and fingers gripping her pussy tightly over the red panties. “You! Bastard!”, Senthil shouted at Rahul. “You brought this upon your friends. Take off your clothes off and stand in the corner.”, he sneered at him, enjoying watching Rahul’s suffering. Rahul’s followed his every command, slipping his jeans and underwear out from under his feet and taking off his shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor. He covered his cock with his hands again, looking down in shame.
“No…no…boy. Keep you hands by your side. I want to see your little cock.”. Ganesh chuckled from behind Manisha, still holding onto her wrists tightly. Rahul slowly slid his hands back to his sides, his entire cock head hidden inside the foreskin.
“How many times have you played with this pussy?”, Senthil asked him, looking up. The palm of his right hand cupping Manisha’s panties, pulling the thin red cloth.
“Ne..never…”, he whispered.
“Fucking liar. What about her?”, Senthil nodded towards me.
“No..no… never…”. Rahul said softly, avoiding my eyes.
“My god, bastard. Have you even seen a pussy before?”, Senthil said as both Ganesh and him laughed loudly. I glanced up for a minute to look at Senthil’s face. The fucking pervert had a sick smile spread across his lips, thoroughly enjoying this moment.
“No.. no..uncle…never..”
Senthil’s eyes caught mine. Fuck. My heart suddenly dropped. “You. Take off your bra.”
**End of Part 20.**
“If you don’t want anything to happen to this bitch...”, Senthil said slowly, emphasizing every word, “Get me my money….”. his slowly pushed Manisha’s long skirt up to her knees, exposing her long legs and thighs to everyone in the room. Manisha was looking down, I could still see tears rolling down from her cheeks, her hands holding down her skirt between her legs, trying to cover her panties.
“Uncle.. uncle…please don’t hurt us…”, I whimpered at him, reaching out to grab his hand off Manisha’s leg.
Senthil looked up at me as his arm swung towards me, slapping me hard across the face.
PAPPPP!!!
The sound echoed inside the room as I felt a sharp pain shoot up from my left cheek. My whole body twisted from the force of the slap as I let out a gasp of surprise. I could feel my face stinging from the pain, my eyes starting to water again.
“Shut the fuck up.”, Senthil stared at me, his face twisted in anger. “One more sound and you will be next.”
I looked down, avoiding his gaze. From the sides of my eye, I saw Ganesh still playing with Rahul’s now flaccid cock, he cupped Rahul’s balls, gently squeezing the sack, playing with the testes. He had a smile on his sickening old face as he gripped Rahul’s balls with his hand. I could see the discomfort on Rahul’s face. He had stopped crying now, his arms swung loosely on his sides, the jeans and underwear still down at his feet.
Senthil watched Ganesh’s hand for a little while, then looked at Rahul’s face. “So?...”
“Uncle… I will get you the money… please… please let them go….”, he replied softly, not looking at any of us in the face.
Senthil smiled, he turned his face to Manisha. “Take it off…”.
Manisha’s face went cold, the fear in her eyes apparent as she looked at me then at Rahul.
“Rahul,please…please call him and get the money…”, Manisha pleaded softly, looking at him. Rahul kept his face down. I did not know what to say. I continued to cross my arms on my chest, trying to hide the view of my bra from Rahul, Senthil and Ganesh.
Senthil right hand went in deeper under the skirt, “Looks like the little boy is too scared of his Appa”, Senthil smirked, “but confident that he could come here and fuck two whores.”, he continued. Manisha was still holding the skirt down between her legs, not allowing Senthil’s hands to move in deeper. “Take it off, bitch.”
“Please…don’t do this”, Manisha begged him.
“Ganesh.”
“Sir?”, Ganesh looked up at Senthil, releasing Rahul’s ball’s from his grip..
“Hold her arms…”, Senthil held onto Manisha’s legs, pushing it down into the mattress. Ganesh slowly stood up, walking along the side of the bed, close to Manisha’s head.
“Come here, fucking randi.”, Ganesh sneered at her, watching her struggle as he grabbed both her arms, holding it tightly over her head. He turned towards Rahul, then at me. “You better not move.”, he said menacingly, threatening us. Manisha continued to struggle, twisting and turning her body. I felt helpless and desperate. Rahul continued to stand there, his head bowed down, but his eyes watching the two men hold Manisha down on the bed.
Senthil got between Manisha’s legs, using his knees to keep her legs wide apart as he grabbed the waist band of her skirt, pulling it off from under her feet.
“No…no…no…. please.”, Manisha started crying again as her red panties came into our view.
“Bring her up Ganesh.”, Senthil boomed at the old security guard. Ganesh pulled her arms upwards as her body followed the motion. Manisha was now on her knees on the bed, her legs pushed together, trying to hide her panties. Ganesh had her arms over her head, her sweaty smooth clean-shaven armpit exposed to us thanks to the sleeveless shirt she was wearing.
Senthil placed his right hand in between her thighs, forcing his way up between her legs until he had her pussy mound in the palm of his hand.
“Hmm…what are you hiding in here?”, He said jokingly, his thumb and fingers gripping her pussy tightly over the red panties. “You! Bastard!”, Senthil shouted at Rahul. “You brought this upon your friends. Take off your clothes off and stand in the corner.”, he sneered at him, enjoying watching Rahul’s suffering. Rahul’s followed his every command, slipping his jeans and underwear out from under his feet and taking off his shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor. He covered his cock with his hands again, looking down in shame.
“No…no…boy. Keep you hands by your side. I want to see your little cock.”. Ganesh chuckled from behind Manisha, still holding onto her wrists tightly. Rahul slowly slid his hands back to his sides, his entire cock head hidden inside the foreskin.
“How many times have you played with this pussy?”, Senthil asked him, looking up. The palm of his right hand cupping Manisha’s panties, pulling the thin red cloth.
“Ne..never…”, he whispered.
“Fucking liar. What about her?”, Senthil nodded towards me.
“No..no… never…”. Rahul said softly, avoiding my eyes.
“My god, bastard. Have you even seen a pussy before?”, Senthil said as both Ganesh and him laughed loudly. I glanced up for a minute to look at Senthil’s face. The fucking pervert had a sick smile spread across his lips, thoroughly enjoying this moment.
“No.. no..uncle…never..”
Senthil’s eyes caught mine. Fuck. My heart suddenly dropped. “You. Take off your bra.”
**End of Part 20.**
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