25-06-2025, 10:14 PM
I was walking towards the auto-rickshaw, lost in thought, when the vibration of my phone suddenly overshadowed me. A notification from WhatsApp flashed on the screen: a video from an unknown number. My heart pounded in my chest as I swiped to unlock the device, my fingers trembling with anticipation.
I pressed play, and the scene unfolded before my eyes. A woman, her body bare and glistening with sweat, knelt on the cold, hard floor. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with an intoxicating mix of shame and pleasure. As the camera panned closer, I recognised her—Chaitali. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted in a silent moan as she lapped up the thick, whitish liquid from the floor.
A leash was tucked around her neck, pulling her head up. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of her. Bold, red letters were tattooed across her forehead, spelling out "SLUT" in a stark, unmistakable declaration. On her right cheek, the words "cum dump" were inked, an arrow pointing towards her mouth. Her left cheek bore the words "Public toilet," another arrow directing attention to her lips. Around her mouth, the word "WHORE" was split, with "WH" on one side and "RE" on the other, her mouth forming the "O." A drop of cum glistened on her lip, and she wore a naughty smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and satisfaction.
The sight sent a chill down my spine, a heady mix of shock and arousal coursing through my veins. The video was raw, unfiltered, and intensely erotic. It was a scene of submission and degradation, yet there was an undeniable allure to it. Chaitali's eyes met the camera, and for a moment, it felt as if she was looking straight at me, inviting me into her world of forbidden pleasure.
As the video ended, I was left with a whirlwind of emotions, my mind racing with vivid imagery. The city's noise seemed to fade away, leaving me in a bubble of intense, perverse fascination. The memory of Chaitali's naughty smile and the bold tattoos branding her skin lingered, etching itself into my thoughts.
As the auto-rickshaw rattled through the dusty roads, memories of Chaitali's moans and the driver's rough hands on her body flooded my mind. The driver, oblivious to my identity, hummed a tune, his mind far from the lewd acts he had committed. The farmhouse was an hour away, and the growling of my stomach reminded me that it was already 7 o'clock.
We pulled over at a nearby Dhaba, a small eatery bustling with life. The aroma of spices and sizzling food filled the air, making my mouth water. I quickly ordered some food and found a seat, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Chaitali.
While waiting for the food, I noticed four young workers huddled together, their voices low and conspiratorial. They were engrossed in a video on one of their phones, their faces flushed with excitement. Unable to contain my curiosity, I rose to wash my hands, casually making my way closer to them.
As I passed by, I glanced at the screen, and my eyes widened in shock and arousal. The video showed a dimly lit Dhaba, likely the same place they are now. Three men sat on a cot, their plates heaped with food, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. On the ground, Chaitali knelt, her body completely bare, her knees folded beneath her. Her hands were tied behind her back, rendering her helpless and exposed.
She was eating from a bowl on the floor, her mouth working like a dog's, her movements desperate and hungry. The men on the cot watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, their eyes gleaming with dark desire. One of them occasionally tossed a morsel of food towards her, laughing as she scrambled to catch it in her mouth.
The sight was both degrading and intensely erotic. Chaitali's body glistened with sweat, her breasts swaying with each movement, her nipples hard and erect. Her eyes were downcast, her expression a mix of shame and arousal. The men's crude comments and laughter filled the air, adding to the perverse atmosphere. As the video continued, one of the men stood up and unzipped his pants, but not to release his erection. Instead, he positioned himself over Chaitali's bowl, his cock in hand. The others laughed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Chaitali looked up, her expression a mix of dread and submission.
A stream of urine splashed into the bowl, the sound of it hitting the metal echoing in the blank. Chaitali flinched but remained still, her body trembling. The other men followed suit, their streams adding to the mix in the bowl. The liquid sloshed around, some of it splashing onto Chaitali's face and breasts. She closed her eyes, her expression one of utter humiliation.
The men zipped up their pants, their laughter filling the room. One of them grabbed Chaitali's hair, pulling her head back. "Eat, bitch," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, her mouth working to consume the contents of the bowl. The men watched, their eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
As she finished, one of the men stood up and unzipped his pants again, his erection springing free. He walked towards Chaitali, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. He guided his cock into her mouth, groaning as she began to suckle him, her tongue working expertly despite her humiliating position.
The other men watched, their own hands busy with their erections, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Chaitali's moans were muffled, her body trembling with the intensity of her submission. The man in her mouth thrust deeper, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion, his groans growing louder.
As he reached his climax, he pulled out, his cum spraying across Chaitali's face and breasts. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to catch the droplets. The other men followed suit, their own releases adding to the mess on her body. She remained on her knees, her body covered in their cum, her expression one of utter submission and satisfaction.
The video ended, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions. The sight of Chaitali's humiliation and degradation was both shocking and intensely arousing. I returned to my seat, my mind racing with the vivid imagery, my body trembling with a mix of desire and revulsion. The food arrived, but my appetite had vanished, replaced by a dark, insatiable hunger for more.
As I reached the farmhouse, the clock was nearing nine. A sense of trepidation washed over me, my mind swirling with thoughts of what awaited me inside. I paid the auto-rickshaw driver a hefty sum, likely his week's earnings, and made my way to the gate. It was locked, and a security guard was dozing off in a small room to the left.
Peering through the gate, I could make out a large single-story building on the left side of the farmhouse. To the extreme right, a flat area was lit up, and faint music drifted through the night air. I was certain Chaitali was there. I called out to the guard, who woke up with a start and asked what I wanted. I handed him the paper Rajesh Sir had given me. He glanced at it, confusion etched on his face. Then I told him I was Chaitali's husband. He smirked and said, "Oh, you're the husband of today's whore, ha ha," and let me in.
I began walking towards the party area, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached, the music grew louder, and the scene unfolded before my eyes. The area was filled with people, their faces flushed with alcohol and excitement. In the centre of the crowd, Chaitali was on display, her body completely bare and glistening under the lights. She was on all fours, a leash attached to a collar around her neck, held by Mohit, who seemed to be guiding her.
Rajesh Sir, the main boss, sat on a throne-like chair, overseeing the scene with a smirk on his face. Dev stood beside him, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. The crowd comprised Rajesh Sir, Mohit, Dev, and three others, their faces a mix of amusement and lust.
The crowd parted as I approached, their eyes fixed on Chaitali. She was crawling on the ground, her movements slow and deliberate. Mohit guided her towards Rajesh Sir and the others, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As she reached them, Rajesh Sir stood up and unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. He grabbed Chaitali's hair and pulled her head towards his crotch.
"Show us what you can do, whore," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and taking him in, her tongue working expertly despite the humiliation. The men watched, their laughter and crude comments filling the air. Dev stood up and positioned himself behind Chaitali, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind.
Chaitali's moans were muffled, her body trembling with the intensity of her submission. The men took turns using her, their releases adding to the mess on her body. She remained on all fours, her body covered in their cum, her expression one of utter degradation and satisfaction.
As the men finished with her, Mohit guided Chaitali to the centre of the area, his grip firm on her leash. The music shifted to a slow, sensual beat, and Mohit commanded her to dance. Chaitali stood up, her body swaying to the rhythm, her movements slow and seductive. Her hands roamed over her body, teasing and caressing her skin as she danced, her eyes glowed with pleasure and arousal. The crowd cheered, their eyes fixed on her naked form, their excitement palpable.
Rajesh Sir handed Mohit an enormous dildo, and Mohit approached Chaitali, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. He gave her the dildo, commanding her to use it on herself. Chaitali hesitated for a moment, her body trembling, before taking it. She positioned the dildo between her legs, started pushing it into her pussy, her movements slow and deliberate as she began to pleasure herself. Mohit stood behind her, with a whip, he started whipping with force, the sound echoing through the air. Chaitali’s ass is becoming red. Chaitali's body jerked, a soft moan escaping her lips as she continued to move the dildo in and out of herself. The crowd's excitement grew, their laughter and cheers filling the air, their eyes gleaming with lust.
Dev then brought out a foxtail butt plug, its tail swaying as he approached Chaitali. He handed it to Mohit, who commanded her to insert it. Chaitali's eyes widened with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she obeyed, her body trembling as she inserted the plug. The tail swayed behind her, adding to the humiliation as she continued to dance. Mohit's hands roamed over her body, twisting her nipples, his other hand coming down on her ass with another sharp spank. Chaitali's moans grew louder, her body writhing with a mix of pain and pleasure. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they revelled in her submission. Mohit's hand came down on her face, a sharp slap echoing through the air, Chaitali's body trembling as she continued to dance, her movements growing more desperate and wild. Mohit started slapping one after another, and the crowd started cheering.
Rajesh Sir, Mohit, and Dev took turns humiliating her further, their actions growing more depraved with each passing moment. They forced her to perform lewd dances, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they revelled in her submission.
As I stood there, Rajesh Sir's eyes landed on me. A wide grin spread across his face as he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the chief guest of our party has arrived—the husband of the great bitch, Chaitali!" The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, their eyes turning towards me. Rajesh Sir offered me a seat beside him, gesturing for me to enjoy the show.
I sat down, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Chaitali, her body still glistening with sweat and cum. Rajesh Sir handed Mohit a pair of nipple clips with small weights attached. Mohit approached Chaitali, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. He attached the clips to her nipples, the weights swaying gently. Chaitali's body trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips as the clips bit into her sensitive flesh.
"Rotate the weights, slut," Mohit commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before slowly beginning to rotate her torso, the weights swinging in a circular motion. The crowd's excitement grew, their laughter and cheers filling the air as they watched her struggle. Every time she slowed down, Mohit's hand came down on her ass with a sharp whip, the sound echoing through the air. Chaitali's body jerked, her moans growing louder with each strike, her movements becoming more desperate and wild.
After a few minutes of this torment, Rajesh Sir signalled for Mohit to stop. Chaitali's body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she knelt on the ground, her eyes downcast. Rajesh Sir approached her, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. "Beg for it, whore," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Beg to cum."
Chaitali hesitated for a moment, her body trembling, before she looked up at him, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Please, sir," she begged, her words muffled and desperate. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'm your dirty little slut, your whore. Please, sir, I beg you."
The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they found victory in her submission. Rajesh Sir's hand came down on her face, a sharp slap echoing through the air. "Louder, bitch," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Let everyone hear you beg like the slut you are."
Chaitali's body trembled, her voice growing louder as she begged, her words desperate and wild. "Please, sir," she cried out, her voice echoing through the air. "Please let me cum. I'm your dirty little whore, your slut. I need it so bad. Please, sir, I beg you. Let me cum, please!"
Again, "Please, Sir," Chaitali begged, her voice echoing through the open space. "Please let me show you how much I need you. I'm your dirty little whore, your slut. I'll do anything you want, anything you command."
Rajesh Sir's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at Chaitali, his gaze travelling over her body, taking in every inch of her. He knew she was his, completely and utterly, and he revelled in the power he held over her.
"Beg harder, you filthy little slut," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Chaitali's spine. "Show me how much you need it. Show me how much you need my cock."
"Please, Sir," she whimpered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I'll do anything you want. I'll be your good little whore, your dirty slut. Just please, please let me cum. I need to feel you inside me, need to feel you own me. Please, Sir, I'm begging you."
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to his belt, slowly unbuckling it as he watched Chaitali squirm. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards him, begging for his touch. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, and the knowledge sent a thrill of excitement through him.
"You want to cum, you little slut?" Rajesh Sir asked, his voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver of anticipation through Chaitali. "You want to feel my cock inside you, filling you up, making you mine?"
"Yes, Sir," Chaitali moaned, her body trembling with need. "Please, I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me, to make me yours. Please, Sir, I'm your dirty little whore. Let me cum, please!"
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Chaitali beg. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the way her body writhed with need. He knew she was his, completely and utterly, and the knowledge sent a surge of power through him.
"Get on your knees, you filthy little slut," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent Chaitali to her knees. "Lick my boots and show me how much you need my cock."
Chaitali's tongue moved over Rajesh Sir's boots, her body trembling with humiliation and desire. She could taste the leather, the dirt, and the power, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She knew she was his, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As she licked Rajesh Sir's boots, she could feel the eyes of Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures on her. She knew they were all watching, waiting to see what would happen next. And she knew that soon, very soon, she would be theirs, completely and utterly.
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to Chaitali's hair, pulling her up from her knees and towards his cock. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards him, begging for his touch. He knew she was ready, ready to be fucked, ready to be owned.
"Fuck me, Sir," Chaitali begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Fuck me in front of everyone. Show them how much I need your cock. Show them how much I'm your dirty little whore."
Rajesh Sir's cock entered Chaitali's pussy, filling her up, making her his. He could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through him.
As Rajesh Sir fucked Chaitali, he could feel the eyes of Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures on them. He knew they were all watching, waiting to see what would happen next. And he knew that soon, very soon, they would all have their turn, their chance to fuck Chaitali, to make her theirs.
Chaitali's body convulsed with pleasure, her screams of ecstasy filling the open space as Rajesh Sir fucked her. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, consuming her entirely, and she knew she was his, completely and utterly.
As Rajesh Sir pulled out of Chaitali, his cock glistening with her juices, he looked at Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures. "Fuck her," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a thrill of excitement through the group. "Fuck her and show her how much she's ours. Show her how much she's our dirty little whore."
Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures moved towards Chaitali, their cocks hard and ready. They could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards them, begging for their touch. For next two hours the group fucked Chaitali every possible manner, they didn’t show any mercy.
As the group pulled out of Chaitali, their cocks glistening with her juices, they looked at her, their eyes dark with lust and desire. As Chaitali collapsed onto the ground. The dildo and the foxtail are lying a little far from Chaitali’s body. Her nipples are still clamped, her ass is full of whipping stripes, face is tattooed and filled with cum. Cum dripping from her asshole and pussy.
And as they walked away, leaving Chaitali spent and trembling on the ground, they knew that this was just the beginning, the start of a night of passion and pleasure that would leave them all satisfied and spent. They left me with a puzzle to solve: who were these new three guys?
I pressed play, and the scene unfolded before my eyes. A woman, her body bare and glistening with sweat, knelt on the cold, hard floor. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with an intoxicating mix of shame and pleasure. As the camera panned closer, I recognised her—Chaitali. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted in a silent moan as she lapped up the thick, whitish liquid from the floor.
A leash was tucked around her neck, pulling her head up. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of her. Bold, red letters were tattooed across her forehead, spelling out "SLUT" in a stark, unmistakable declaration. On her right cheek, the words "cum dump" were inked, an arrow pointing towards her mouth. Her left cheek bore the words "Public toilet," another arrow directing attention to her lips. Around her mouth, the word "WHORE" was split, with "WH" on one side and "RE" on the other, her mouth forming the "O." A drop of cum glistened on her lip, and she wore a naughty smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and satisfaction.
The sight sent a chill down my spine, a heady mix of shock and arousal coursing through my veins. The video was raw, unfiltered, and intensely erotic. It was a scene of submission and degradation, yet there was an undeniable allure to it. Chaitali's eyes met the camera, and for a moment, it felt as if she was looking straight at me, inviting me into her world of forbidden pleasure.
As the video ended, I was left with a whirlwind of emotions, my mind racing with vivid imagery. The city's noise seemed to fade away, leaving me in a bubble of intense, perverse fascination. The memory of Chaitali's naughty smile and the bold tattoos branding her skin lingered, etching itself into my thoughts.
As the auto-rickshaw rattled through the dusty roads, memories of Chaitali's moans and the driver's rough hands on her body flooded my mind. The driver, oblivious to my identity, hummed a tune, his mind far from the lewd acts he had committed. The farmhouse was an hour away, and the growling of my stomach reminded me that it was already 7 o'clock.
We pulled over at a nearby Dhaba, a small eatery bustling with life. The aroma of spices and sizzling food filled the air, making my mouth water. I quickly ordered some food and found a seat, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Chaitali.
While waiting for the food, I noticed four young workers huddled together, their voices low and conspiratorial. They were engrossed in a video on one of their phones, their faces flushed with excitement. Unable to contain my curiosity, I rose to wash my hands, casually making my way closer to them.
As I passed by, I glanced at the screen, and my eyes widened in shock and arousal. The video showed a dimly lit Dhaba, likely the same place they are now. Three men sat on a cot, their plates heaped with food, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. On the ground, Chaitali knelt, her body completely bare, her knees folded beneath her. Her hands were tied behind her back, rendering her helpless and exposed.
She was eating from a bowl on the floor, her mouth working like a dog's, her movements desperate and hungry. The men on the cot watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, their eyes gleaming with dark desire. One of them occasionally tossed a morsel of food towards her, laughing as she scrambled to catch it in her mouth.
The sight was both degrading and intensely erotic. Chaitali's body glistened with sweat, her breasts swaying with each movement, her nipples hard and erect. Her eyes were downcast, her expression a mix of shame and arousal. The men's crude comments and laughter filled the air, adding to the perverse atmosphere. As the video continued, one of the men stood up and unzipped his pants, but not to release his erection. Instead, he positioned himself over Chaitali's bowl, his cock in hand. The others laughed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Chaitali looked up, her expression a mix of dread and submission.
A stream of urine splashed into the bowl, the sound of it hitting the metal echoing in the blank. Chaitali flinched but remained still, her body trembling. The other men followed suit, their streams adding to the mix in the bowl. The liquid sloshed around, some of it splashing onto Chaitali's face and breasts. She closed her eyes, her expression one of utter humiliation.
The men zipped up their pants, their laughter filling the room. One of them grabbed Chaitali's hair, pulling her head back. "Eat, bitch," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, her mouth working to consume the contents of the bowl. The men watched, their eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
As she finished, one of the men stood up and unzipped his pants again, his erection springing free. He walked towards Chaitali, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. He guided his cock into her mouth, groaning as she began to suckle him, her tongue working expertly despite her humiliating position.
The other men watched, their own hands busy with their erections, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Chaitali's moans were muffled, her body trembling with the intensity of her submission. The man in her mouth thrust deeper, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion, his groans growing louder.
As he reached his climax, he pulled out, his cum spraying across Chaitali's face and breasts. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to catch the droplets. The other men followed suit, their own releases adding to the mess on her body. She remained on her knees, her body covered in their cum, her expression one of utter submission and satisfaction.
The video ended, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions. The sight of Chaitali's humiliation and degradation was both shocking and intensely arousing. I returned to my seat, my mind racing with the vivid imagery, my body trembling with a mix of desire and revulsion. The food arrived, but my appetite had vanished, replaced by a dark, insatiable hunger for more.
As I reached the farmhouse, the clock was nearing nine. A sense of trepidation washed over me, my mind swirling with thoughts of what awaited me inside. I paid the auto-rickshaw driver a hefty sum, likely his week's earnings, and made my way to the gate. It was locked, and a security guard was dozing off in a small room to the left.
Peering through the gate, I could make out a large single-story building on the left side of the farmhouse. To the extreme right, a flat area was lit up, and faint music drifted through the night air. I was certain Chaitali was there. I called out to the guard, who woke up with a start and asked what I wanted. I handed him the paper Rajesh Sir had given me. He glanced at it, confusion etched on his face. Then I told him I was Chaitali's husband. He smirked and said, "Oh, you're the husband of today's whore, ha ha," and let me in.
I began walking towards the party area, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached, the music grew louder, and the scene unfolded before my eyes. The area was filled with people, their faces flushed with alcohol and excitement. In the centre of the crowd, Chaitali was on display, her body completely bare and glistening under the lights. She was on all fours, a leash attached to a collar around her neck, held by Mohit, who seemed to be guiding her.
Rajesh Sir, the main boss, sat on a throne-like chair, overseeing the scene with a smirk on his face. Dev stood beside him, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. The crowd comprised Rajesh Sir, Mohit, Dev, and three others, their faces a mix of amusement and lust.
The crowd parted as I approached, their eyes fixed on Chaitali. She was crawling on the ground, her movements slow and deliberate. Mohit guided her towards Rajesh Sir and the others, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As she reached them, Rajesh Sir stood up and unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. He grabbed Chaitali's hair and pulled her head towards his crotch.
"Show us what you can do, whore," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and taking him in, her tongue working expertly despite the humiliation. The men watched, their laughter and crude comments filling the air. Dev stood up and positioned himself behind Chaitali, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind.
Chaitali's moans were muffled, her body trembling with the intensity of her submission. The men took turns using her, their releases adding to the mess on her body. She remained on all fours, her body covered in their cum, her expression one of utter degradation and satisfaction.
As the men finished with her, Mohit guided Chaitali to the centre of the area, his grip firm on her leash. The music shifted to a slow, sensual beat, and Mohit commanded her to dance. Chaitali stood up, her body swaying to the rhythm, her movements slow and seductive. Her hands roamed over her body, teasing and caressing her skin as she danced, her eyes glowed with pleasure and arousal. The crowd cheered, their eyes fixed on her naked form, their excitement palpable.
Rajesh Sir handed Mohit an enormous dildo, and Mohit approached Chaitali, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. He gave her the dildo, commanding her to use it on herself. Chaitali hesitated for a moment, her body trembling, before taking it. She positioned the dildo between her legs, started pushing it into her pussy, her movements slow and deliberate as she began to pleasure herself. Mohit stood behind her, with a whip, he started whipping with force, the sound echoing through the air. Chaitali’s ass is becoming red. Chaitali's body jerked, a soft moan escaping her lips as she continued to move the dildo in and out of herself. The crowd's excitement grew, their laughter and cheers filling the air, their eyes gleaming with lust.
Dev then brought out a foxtail butt plug, its tail swaying as he approached Chaitali. He handed it to Mohit, who commanded her to insert it. Chaitali's eyes widened with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she obeyed, her body trembling as she inserted the plug. The tail swayed behind her, adding to the humiliation as she continued to dance. Mohit's hands roamed over her body, twisting her nipples, his other hand coming down on her ass with another sharp spank. Chaitali's moans grew louder, her body writhing with a mix of pain and pleasure. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they revelled in her submission. Mohit's hand came down on her face, a sharp slap echoing through the air, Chaitali's body trembling as she continued to dance, her movements growing more desperate and wild. Mohit started slapping one after another, and the crowd started cheering.
Rajesh Sir, Mohit, and Dev took turns humiliating her further, their actions growing more depraved with each passing moment. They forced her to perform lewd dances, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they revelled in her submission.
As I stood there, Rajesh Sir's eyes landed on me. A wide grin spread across his face as he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the chief guest of our party has arrived—the husband of the great bitch, Chaitali!" The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, their eyes turning towards me. Rajesh Sir offered me a seat beside him, gesturing for me to enjoy the show.
I sat down, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Chaitali, her body still glistening with sweat and cum. Rajesh Sir handed Mohit a pair of nipple clips with small weights attached. Mohit approached Chaitali, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. He attached the clips to her nipples, the weights swaying gently. Chaitali's body trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips as the clips bit into her sensitive flesh.
"Rotate the weights, slut," Mohit commanded, his voice rough with lust. Chaitali hesitated for a moment before slowly beginning to rotate her torso, the weights swinging in a circular motion. The crowd's excitement grew, their laughter and cheers filling the air as they watched her struggle. Every time she slowed down, Mohit's hand came down on her ass with a sharp whip, the sound echoing through the air. Chaitali's body jerked, her moans growing louder with each strike, her movements becoming more desperate and wild.
After a few minutes of this torment, Rajesh Sir signalled for Mohit to stop. Chaitali's body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she knelt on the ground, her eyes downcast. Rajesh Sir approached her, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. "Beg for it, whore," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Beg to cum."
Chaitali hesitated for a moment, her body trembling, before she looked up at him, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Please, sir," she begged, her words muffled and desperate. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'm your dirty little slut, your whore. Please, sir, I beg you."
The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their laughter and cheers filling the night air as they found victory in her submission. Rajesh Sir's hand came down on her face, a sharp slap echoing through the air. "Louder, bitch," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Let everyone hear you beg like the slut you are."
Chaitali's body trembled, her voice growing louder as she begged, her words desperate and wild. "Please, sir," she cried out, her voice echoing through the air. "Please let me cum. I'm your dirty little whore, your slut. I need it so bad. Please, sir, I beg you. Let me cum, please!"
Again, "Please, Sir," Chaitali begged, her voice echoing through the open space. "Please let me show you how much I need you. I'm your dirty little whore, your slut. I'll do anything you want, anything you command."
Rajesh Sir's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at Chaitali, his gaze travelling over her body, taking in every inch of her. He knew she was his, completely and utterly, and he revelled in the power he held over her.
"Beg harder, you filthy little slut," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Chaitali's spine. "Show me how much you need it. Show me how much you need my cock."
"Please, Sir," she whimpered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I'll do anything you want. I'll be your good little whore, your dirty slut. Just please, please let me cum. I need to feel you inside me, need to feel you own me. Please, Sir, I'm begging you."
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to his belt, slowly unbuckling it as he watched Chaitali squirm. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards him, begging for his touch. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, and the knowledge sent a thrill of excitement through him.
"You want to cum, you little slut?" Rajesh Sir asked, his voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver of anticipation through Chaitali. "You want to feel my cock inside you, filling you up, making you mine?"
"Yes, Sir," Chaitali moaned, her body trembling with need. "Please, I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me, to make me yours. Please, Sir, I'm your dirty little whore. Let me cum, please!"
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Chaitali beg. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the way her body writhed with need. He knew she was his, completely and utterly, and the knowledge sent a surge of power through him.
"Get on your knees, you filthy little slut," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent Chaitali to her knees. "Lick my boots and show me how much you need my cock."
Chaitali's tongue moved over Rajesh Sir's boots, her body trembling with humiliation and desire. She could taste the leather, the dirt, and the power, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She knew she was his, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As she licked Rajesh Sir's boots, she could feel the eyes of Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures on her. She knew they were all watching, waiting to see what would happen next. And she knew that soon, very soon, she would be theirs, completely and utterly.
Rajesh Sir's hand moved to Chaitali's hair, pulling her up from her knees and towards his cock. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards him, begging for his touch. He knew she was ready, ready to be fucked, ready to be owned.
"Fuck me, Sir," Chaitali begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Fuck me in front of everyone. Show them how much I need your cock. Show them how much I'm your dirty little whore."
Rajesh Sir's cock entered Chaitali's pussy, filling her up, making her his. He could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through him.
As Rajesh Sir fucked Chaitali, he could feel the eyes of Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures on them. He knew they were all watching, waiting to see what would happen next. And he knew that soon, very soon, they would all have their turn, their chance to fuck Chaitali, to make her theirs.
Chaitali's body convulsed with pleasure, her screams of ecstasy filling the open space as Rajesh Sir fucked her. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, consuming her entirely, and she knew she was his, completely and utterly.
As Rajesh Sir pulled out of Chaitali, his cock glistening with her juices, he looked at Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures. "Fuck her," Rajesh Sir commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a thrill of excitement through the group. "Fuck her and show her how much she's ours. Show her how much she's our dirty little whore."
Mohit, Dev, and the three unknown figures moved towards Chaitali, their cocks hard and ready. They could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards them, begging for their touch. For next two hours the group fucked Chaitali every possible manner, they didn’t show any mercy.
As the group pulled out of Chaitali, their cocks glistening with her juices, they looked at her, their eyes dark with lust and desire. As Chaitali collapsed onto the ground. The dildo and the foxtail are lying a little far from Chaitali’s body. Her nipples are still clamped, her ass is full of whipping stripes, face is tattooed and filled with cum. Cum dripping from her asshole and pussy.
And as they walked away, leaving Chaitali spent and trembling on the ground, they knew that this was just the beginning, the start of a night of passion and pleasure that would leave them all satisfied and spent. They left me with a puzzle to solve: who were these new three guys?
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