The Game!!

[kingqueenjoker]

Damodar's eyes were glued to the sight of Gajendra's cock disappearing into her, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room. Rupa's moans grew more desperate, each one a silent scream of protest against her own treacherous body. She felt the warmth of Damodar's breath on her neck, his hand sliding over her bare skin, and she knew she had to endure this for as long as it took.

For what felt like an eternity, Gajendra used her, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room. Rupa clung to the bed sheet, her nails digging into the fabric as if it could somehow anchor her to reality. But she was adrift in a sea of pain and violation, her body's own treacherous response only serving to deepen her sense of degradation.

Finally, after an endless stretch of time, Damodar released her hand and stepped back, his gaze still locked on the obscene spectacle of Gajendra claiming her. She could feel the weight of his stare, the hunger in his eyes, and she knew he was savoring every moment of her suffering. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the forced orgasm that had torn through her.

Gajendra's grunts grew louder, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. His rhythm remained unchanged, a brutal, punishing tempo that seemed to echo the relentless grind of the city's machines outside. Rupa felt herself slipping away, her mind retreating into the dark corners where she had hidden her most painful memories. The only thing she could focus on was the coarse fabric of the bed sheet, her nails digging in so deep it hurt.

But even as she fought to escape the horror, her body remained a traitor, responding to the relentless assault with a treacherous arousal. Her pussy clenched around him, the walls spasming with each thrust, and she felt the unwelcome warmth of pleasure building again. It was as if her body had been hijacked by some alien force, a force that reveled in the pain and humiliation.

Damodar stepped aside, watching with a twisted smile as Gajendra's powerful strokes grew more vigorous. Rupa's moans grew louder, and she felt a second orgasm building despite her desperate efforts to remain detached. It was a strange, twisted dance, her body moving in rhythm with the very man who had brought this horror upon her.

The minutes ticked by, each one an eternity of pain and humiliation. Sweat slicked their skin, mingling with the tears that trickled down her face. The sound of Gajendra's flesh slapping against hers filled the room, a gruesome symphony that seemed to go on forever.

Gajendra's strokes grew more erratic, his breathing harsher, and she knew he was close to climax. Rupa felt a perverse mix of relief and dread. This would be the end of it, she told herself, the end of the first assault. But she knew it was just the beginning of her ordeal.

The room was a blur around her, the smells of sweat, fear, and sex a nauseating cocktail that filled her nose. Gajendra's grunts grew louder, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself into her womb. Rupa felt the warmth of his cum, the disgusting sensation of being filled with his seed, and she wanted to scream, to push him away, to scrub herself clean.

But she lay there, limp and defeated, as he slowly pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids. He stepped back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at her. She could see the pride in his eyes, the smugness of a man who had claimed his prize. He reached out and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, his touch almost gentle.

"You're going to be such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Rupa's eyes burned with a mix of rage and humiliation, but she said nothing. She couldn't bear to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, not after everything he had taken from her.

Gajendra pulled out with a wet sound, leaving her feeling emptied and soiled. He stepped back, his cock glistening with the evidence of her violation.

With a grin that made Rupa's skin crawl, he reached down and swiped the excess cum from her hairy mound with a casual disregard for her dignity. The act was a silent declaration of ownership, a vile reminder of her new role as his plaything. The coldness in her eyes never wavered as she stared at the wall ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.

Damodar stepped forward, his own excitement palpable as he watched Gajendra leave with a wink. He grabbed a bottle from the nightstand, the amber liquid sloshing around in the bottom. With a cruel twist of his wrist, he forced the opening to her mouth, his other hand clamping over her nose. Rupa's eyes went wide with fear as she tasted the bitter, burning liquid, her throat spasming as she swallowed.

The alcohol hit her stomach like a bomb, the warmth spreading through her body, mixing with the pain and fear. She coughed, choking on the foul taste, but Damodar's hand remained firm. "Drink," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to need it."

Rupa's eyes watered as she swallowed, the fire in her throat a welcome distraction from the horror unfolding around her. Gajendra's footsteps echoed down the hall, his laughter fading into the distance. She felt the room spin, the world narrowing to the two of them.

Damodar's breath was hot on her face as he leaned over her, his eyes glinting with malice. He had always been a snake, slithering into their lives with his sweet words and false promises, and now she could see the true monster beneath the surface.

He wiped the vomit from her mouth with the back of his hand, his expression a twisted mockery of concern. "Don't worry, beti," he murmured, the endearment a sickening parody of familial affection. "This will help you relax."

With surprising strength, Damodar flipped her onto her stomach, her cheek pressing into the damp, stained pillow. She felt his weight shift, his hand on her hip, and then the pressure of his cock pressing against her wet, tender pussy. He didn't bother with foreplay, just shoved himself inside her with a grunt of effort. Rupa bit down on the pillow to keep from screaming out, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

The thickness of his shaft filled her in a way that was almost painful, and she felt the beginnings of another orgasm she didn't want. The alcohol had dulled the sharp edges of her fear, but the reality of her situation remained a cold, hard knot in her stomach. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his breath hot and sour on her neck as he began to move.

Rupa's pleas grew weaker, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Damodar," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, don't do this chacha ji. you used to call me beti." But her words fell on deaf ears. He grunted in response, his hips pumping into her with a fervor that was almost frantic.

Her body had become a battleground, a plaything for these monsters. The pain was a constant, a living, breathing entity that consumed her, but she found a strange solace in the rhythm of his thrusts. It was almost as if her mind had retreated to a place where the pain couldn't reach her, leaving only her body to bear the brunt of his brutal embrace.

Damodar's grunts grew more ragged, his movements more erratic. The bed frame creaked under their combined weight, a symphony of despair that seemed to echo the very essence of her shattered soul. Her voice, hoarse from screaming, had gone silent, the futility of her pleas now a stark reality.

He pumped into her, his thick cock stretching her sore pussy, each thrust a reminder of the pain and degradation she had endured. Her body trembled beneath him, a silent protest against the violation, but she had no energy left to fight. Instead, she lay there, her mind a whirlwind of fear and anger, her body a prison she could not escape.

Damodar grunted and groaned, his breath hot on her neck as he claimed her, his movements growing more frantic with each passing second. Rupa's eyes stared unseeingly at the stained wall ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of her son, her husband, and the life she had left behind in the village.

The bed creaked under them, a mournful counterpoint to the grunts filling the room. Her body was a battleground, a place where she had no control, a place where she had been violated by the very men who were supposed to protect her. The alcohol burned in her stomach, a silent accomplice to her bang.

Damodar's thick cock slammed into her, his movements frantic, his breathing ragged. Rupa's body felt like it was on fire, the pain searing through her with each thrust. She could feel him getting closer to climax, his grip on her hips tightening, his strokes growing more erratic.

Her own body was a traitor, her pussy clenching around him despite the agony he was causing her. The alcohol had numbed the edges of her fear, leaving behind a dull ache that she could almost ignore. But the pain remained, a stark reminder of the monsters she had been delivered to.

Damodar's grunts grew louder, his thrusts more desperate. He was a man who had never had to work for what he wanted, and even in this, the most basic of acts, he was unable to control his own body. After only fifteen minutes, he was already gasping for air, his strokes growing sloppy. Rupa felt a twisted sense of victory knowing that she could withstand his brutality for longer than he could dish it out.

Her thoughts turned to Bhuvan, to the love they had once shared. She hoped that somehow, somewhere, he was safe, that he had escaped this hellhole with their son. The pain was a constant reminder of her situation, but it was also a link to her husband, a reminder that she was fighting for their future.

The door opened, and Damodar stepped in, a tray of food in his hands. His eyes swept over her naked body, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Rupa felt a wave of nausea as she realized she hadn't eaten since before the bang. The smell of the food was almost too much to bear, but she knew she had to keep her strength up.

Damodar set the tray on the floor, the clink of metal on tile a grim reminder of her captivity. He leaned down and whispered, "You better eat it all, beti. You're going to need your energy." He placed the tray in front of her, the smell of the food making her stomach churn. Despite herself, her eyes fell on the plate of rice and daal, a meager offering compared to the feast of degradation she'd just endured.

Rupa's body felt bruised and used, but she knew she had to eat. For Sonu. For Bhuvan. For the hope of escape. She sat up, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement, and reached for the plate with shaking hands. The room spun around her, the alcohol still clouding her senses, but she focused on the task at hand. With trembling fingers, she picked up a morsel of rice and brought it to her lips, forcing herself to swallow despite the bile rising in her throat.

Determination blazed in her eyes as she took another bite, her teeth clenching around the food as if it were the neck of her tormentor. Each chew was a declaration of her will to survive, to fight back. The taste of the daal was bitter, but she savored it, knowing it could be her only sustenance for days. Her stomach protested, but she ignored the nausea, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Hatred burned in her heart like a molten ember, a fiery anger that fueled her resolve. She would not let them break her, not Gajendra, not Damodar. Her thoughts turned to Sonu, her heart aching with the pain of separation. She had to be strong for him, to escape this hell and return to their village, to the safety of their little hut..and ofcourse she will pay back this assholes"