11-11-2022, 02:26 PM
Purva is completely degraded by the slum women
“Bhabhi, bhabhi…uth ja time ho gya hai”. Purva sleepily looked at Javed who are staring over her. “Utho bhabhi, 5:45 ho gya hai…hum jaa rahe hai milk booth pe…tu bhi uth ja…late na ho jaye tujhe“. Purva woke up and stretched herself on the bed. Javed, Zakir and Abdul were all awake as they had to head to the milk booth and place themselves in the decided locations with their cameras before the milk booth would open. Javed lovingly pulled Purva’s cheeks and used both his hands to massage her titties. “Aise karne se tujhe jaldi hosh aayegi neend se”, he said winking at her. Purva playfully slapped at his hands as Abdul and Zakir shared a laugh too.
“Bhabhi, abhi hum log nikalte hai…tu thik 7 baje aa jana milk booth pe aise hi, puri nangi…tu dikhte hi hum log video on kar denge aur teri puri maar-peeth record karenge, thik?”
“Haan Javed, thik h”.
“Haan aur sunn, tu aaj maar khane wali hai gandi wali…parr yeh yaad rakh ki hum unse badla lenge…tu jitna jaada maar khayegi, humare liye utna sahi hai, samjhi?”
Purva nodded thoughtfully at his words.
After about 15 mins. the 3 guys left to take their stances at the milk booth. Purva, anxious from what’s going to happen nervously paced around in the house, trying to maintain her calmness between the snores of Mushtaq and Sajid. They were both sound asleep comfortably on the bed. For a moment, she thought of waking up her husband to seek some moral support, but decided not to do it. She didn’t want to disturb her husband who was sleeping peacefully and agitate him with her nervousness. It was certainly a big moment for all of them she thought. She did her chores and to compose herself, did the dishes from yesterday’s dinner. Finally, correctly at 5 to 7 AM, she opened the door to the streets. She took a deep long breath and stepped out. It was something that she had never faced and the whole experience was making her stomach churn inside. She was definitely going to be debased and treated badly by the slum women, she knew it. But this was what she had accepted to take as a challenge. Like the men told her before, she had to endure the treatment knowing that they would together, show the slum women their rightful place after the video of her humiliation would be recorded and shown to the sarpanch. She quietly closed the door behind her, and greeted a few old men who passed by everyday during that time. With the milk can in her hand, she nervously made her way to the milk booth, with not a single thread on her body, all naked.
As Purva walked on the streets naked, she could feel the air on her tits and pussy. Somehow, earlier she only felt delight when she roamed shameless naked on the streets for all to see. She enjoyed exhibiting herself to all the lusty men around her would whistle and make comments on her nude private parts. They were doing so even today, but today she wasn’t enjoying it all that much given the situation. She was apprehensive as to how the slum women would debase her at the milk booth. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was beating fast as she saw the group of huddled in the queue to get their milk. From a distance, she could sense that the women had seen her approaching the booth naked again. They started murmuring to each other and like yesterday a group of women angrily walked towards her to confront her. In no time, a group of about 10 women were all around her. “Randi kitni besharam randi hai tu…aaj bhi nangi aa gyi…kal tujhe itna maar-peeth kiya, fir bhi tujhe sharam nhi aayi?”, a woman whom she hadn’t really seen till now in their confrontations said.
Purva just stood there silent. She knew that if she said anything, it would only turn against her and enrage the slum women even more. She decided to take all the humiliation silently, whatever they had in store for her. “Aaj iss loudi ki iss ki ijjat dikhati hai…zarida tu jaake sab ko bula yahan pe…aaj isko jooton se marenge pakad ke…randi kahin ki”, said another woman. As Purva stood there all naked and scared, the woman continued to verbally assault her before a woman tightly slapped at her face a couple of times. “Isko kitna bhi maaro sharam hi nhi aati…maar kha legi lekin yeh randibaazi nhi rokegi…loudi kahin ki”, she shouted at her. “Isko aise nhi, isko yaad dialo sab log ki yeh aurat hi nhi hai”, saying so another woman came up to her and spit right into her face roughly slapping her left and right on her face and her hanging boobs. As more and more women joined in on the debasement, they started to kick her, slap her and spit on her. A couple of women removed the slippers they had on, and started to cheaply hit them with her. Purva now started to have tears in her eyes, but she was still resolute on the mission. She couldn’t notice Javed and his gang around, but she was sure they were recording all of this in their cameras. The women started to slap her with their cheap slippers on her face and on her boobs, as she was made to forcefully sit on the ground to take the humiliation. More and more women joined in as the intensity of the humiliation increased rapidly. She was being treated like trash right in the middle of the street as groups of men and women lined up to witness Purva’s humiliation. Sultana came into the picture, but she was so disgusted at Purva that she simply did not say anything. She slapped her face left and right and then roughly twisted both of Purva’s ears who was now helplessly lying on the muddy ground. She said, “aaj toh tu gayi randi…aaj tujhe chakka banake bhejenge yahan se…”. Saying so she spit on her face and slapped her once again.
“Bhabhi, bhabhi…uth ja time ho gya hai”. Purva sleepily looked at Javed who are staring over her. “Utho bhabhi, 5:45 ho gya hai…hum jaa rahe hai milk booth pe…tu bhi uth ja…late na ho jaye tujhe“. Purva woke up and stretched herself on the bed. Javed, Zakir and Abdul were all awake as they had to head to the milk booth and place themselves in the decided locations with their cameras before the milk booth would open. Javed lovingly pulled Purva’s cheeks and used both his hands to massage her titties. “Aise karne se tujhe jaldi hosh aayegi neend se”, he said winking at her. Purva playfully slapped at his hands as Abdul and Zakir shared a laugh too.
“Bhabhi, abhi hum log nikalte hai…tu thik 7 baje aa jana milk booth pe aise hi, puri nangi…tu dikhte hi hum log video on kar denge aur teri puri maar-peeth record karenge, thik?”
“Haan Javed, thik h”.
“Haan aur sunn, tu aaj maar khane wali hai gandi wali…parr yeh yaad rakh ki hum unse badla lenge…tu jitna jaada maar khayegi, humare liye utna sahi hai, samjhi?”
Purva nodded thoughtfully at his words.
After about 15 mins. the 3 guys left to take their stances at the milk booth. Purva, anxious from what’s going to happen nervously paced around in the house, trying to maintain her calmness between the snores of Mushtaq and Sajid. They were both sound asleep comfortably on the bed. For a moment, she thought of waking up her husband to seek some moral support, but decided not to do it. She didn’t want to disturb her husband who was sleeping peacefully and agitate him with her nervousness. It was certainly a big moment for all of them she thought. She did her chores and to compose herself, did the dishes from yesterday’s dinner. Finally, correctly at 5 to 7 AM, she opened the door to the streets. She took a deep long breath and stepped out. It was something that she had never faced and the whole experience was making her stomach churn inside. She was definitely going to be debased and treated badly by the slum women, she knew it. But this was what she had accepted to take as a challenge. Like the men told her before, she had to endure the treatment knowing that they would together, show the slum women their rightful place after the video of her humiliation would be recorded and shown to the sarpanch. She quietly closed the door behind her, and greeted a few old men who passed by everyday during that time. With the milk can in her hand, she nervously made her way to the milk booth, with not a single thread on her body, all naked.
As Purva walked on the streets naked, she could feel the air on her tits and pussy. Somehow, earlier she only felt delight when she roamed shameless naked on the streets for all to see. She enjoyed exhibiting herself to all the lusty men around her would whistle and make comments on her nude private parts. They were doing so even today, but today she wasn’t enjoying it all that much given the situation. She was apprehensive as to how the slum women would debase her at the milk booth. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was beating fast as she saw the group of huddled in the queue to get their milk. From a distance, she could sense that the women had seen her approaching the booth naked again. They started murmuring to each other and like yesterday a group of women angrily walked towards her to confront her. In no time, a group of about 10 women were all around her. “Randi kitni besharam randi hai tu…aaj bhi nangi aa gyi…kal tujhe itna maar-peeth kiya, fir bhi tujhe sharam nhi aayi?”, a woman whom she hadn’t really seen till now in their confrontations said.
Purva just stood there silent. She knew that if she said anything, it would only turn against her and enrage the slum women even more. She decided to take all the humiliation silently, whatever they had in store for her. “Aaj iss loudi ki iss ki ijjat dikhati hai…zarida tu jaake sab ko bula yahan pe…aaj isko jooton se marenge pakad ke…randi kahin ki”, said another woman. As Purva stood there all naked and scared, the woman continued to verbally assault her before a woman tightly slapped at her face a couple of times. “Isko kitna bhi maaro sharam hi nhi aati…maar kha legi lekin yeh randibaazi nhi rokegi…loudi kahin ki”, she shouted at her. “Isko aise nhi, isko yaad dialo sab log ki yeh aurat hi nhi hai”, saying so another woman came up to her and spit right into her face roughly slapping her left and right on her face and her hanging boobs. As more and more women joined in on the debasement, they started to kick her, slap her and spit on her. A couple of women removed the slippers they had on, and started to cheaply hit them with her. Purva now started to have tears in her eyes, but she was still resolute on the mission. She couldn’t notice Javed and his gang around, but she was sure they were recording all of this in their cameras. The women started to slap her with their cheap slippers on her face and on her boobs, as she was made to forcefully sit on the ground to take the humiliation. More and more women joined in as the intensity of the humiliation increased rapidly. She was being treated like trash right in the middle of the street as groups of men and women lined up to witness Purva’s humiliation. Sultana came into the picture, but she was so disgusted at Purva that she simply did not say anything. She slapped her face left and right and then roughly twisted both of Purva’s ears who was now helplessly lying on the muddy ground. She said, “aaj toh tu gayi randi…aaj tujhe chakka banake bhejenge yahan se…”. Saying so she spit on her face and slapped her once again.
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