26-06-2025, 07:21 PM
As I stood over Chaitali, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her eyes met mine with a mix of exhaustion and desire. She tried to rise, her intention clear—she wanted to wrap those pretty lips around my cock. But her body betrayed her, and she collapsed back onto the ground, her limbs trembling with the aftermath of the intense fucking she had just endured.
Just then, three servants rushed towards her. One carried a bucket and a scrubber, another had a garden hose, and the third held a towel. Their faces were expressionless, but their eyes gleamed with a dark hunger. They weren't just here to clean her up; they had other plans.
The first servant, a burly man with rough hands, grabbed Chaitali by her hair and yanked her head back. "Open your mouth, you filthy slut," he growled. Chaitali obeyed, her lips parting as he forced his cock between them. She tried to take him in, but her weakened state made it difficult. The servant didn't care. He held her head steady with one hand and thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with brutal strokes.
The second servant, a wiry man with a cruel smirk, knelt beside her and slapped her face. "You're nothing but a cum dumpster," he sneered, his hand leaving a red mark on her cheek. Chaitali whimpered, but she didn't resist. She knew she deserved this, knew she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure.
The third servant, a stocky man with a sadistic glint in his eyes, kicked her side. "Pathetic," he spat. "You can't even suck a cock properly." Chaitali cried out, but the sound was muffled by the cock still thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Unable to stand, Chaitali was dragged by her hair and a leash around her neck. They pulled her across the ground, her body scbanging against the rough surface. She whimpered and cried out, but her pleas only seemed to fuel their cruelty.
They dragged her to a nearby tree and tied her up, her body spread out and vulnerable. The first servant grabbed the bucket and scrubber, dipping the scrubber into the soapy water. "Time to clean you up, you dirty whore," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
He started with her face, scrubbing away the cum and sweat with rough, circular motions. Chaitali winced as the scrubber scbangd against her skin, but she didn't dare to complain. The servant moved down to her breasts, scrubbing them with the same brutal force. Her nipples hardened under the rough treatment, betraying her body's twisted response to the humiliation.
The second servant took the garden hose and sprayed her down, the cold water hitting her skin like a thousand tiny needles. Chaitali gasped and shivered, her body convulsing against the sudden chill. The servant laughed, directing the stream of water between her legs, washing away the cum that still dripped from her used holes.
The third servant grabbed the towel and started drying her off, his movements just as rough as the others. He rubbed the towel against her skin, his hands lingering on her breasts and between her legs. "You're still a filthy slut, no matter how much we clean you," he sneered.
As they finished cleaning her, the servants untied her from the tree and dragged her back to the ground. Chaitali lay there, her body trembling and her mind a whirlwind of humiliation and desire. She knew she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, and the thought sent a twisted thrill through her.
I approached her, my cock still hard and ready. I knelt beside her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You're mine now," I growled. "Mine to use, mine to humiliate, mine to own."
Chaitali's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew she was mine, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As I stood over Chaitali, her body still trembling from the rough treatment she had received from the servants, I could see a mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes. She knew what was coming next, and despite the humiliation and pain, her body betrayed her with a twisted sense of desire.
I knelt beside her, my hand gripping her chin firmly. "You're going to take me in both your holes, you filthy slut," I growled, my voice low and commanding. Chaitali's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body already responding to my words.
"Please, Vineet," Chaitali moaned, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need you so bad. I need to feel you inside me, need to feel you own me. Please, Vineet, I'm your dirty little whore."
I positioned myself behind her, my cock hard and ready. I spat on my hand and rubbed it against her asshole, lubricating it slightly before pressing the tip of my cock against her tight entrance. Chaitali gasped as I pushed in, her body tensing against the intrusion.
"Relax, you dirty whore," I commanded, my voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Take my cock in your ass like the good little slut you are."
Chaitali obeyed, her body slowly relaxing as I pushed deeper into her ass. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me. I knew she was mine, completely and utterly, and I reveled in the power I held over her.
As I fucked her ass, I could see her pussy glistening with arousal, begging to be filled. I pulled out of her ass and positioned myself at her pussy, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up.
"You like that, you filthy little slut?" I asked, my voice a dark growl that sent a thrill of excitement through her. "You like feeling my cock in your pussy, owning you, making you mine?"
"Yes, Vineet," Chaitali moaned, her body trembling with need. "Please, I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me, to make me yours. Please, Vineet, I'm your loving wife"
I fucked her pussy with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me. As I fucked her pussy, I could see her asshole clenching, begging to be filled again. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned myself at her ass, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up.
"You're mine, you filthy wife," I growled, my voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.
Chaitali's body convulsed with pleasure, her screams of ecstasy filling the air as I fucked her ass. I could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, consuming her entirely, and I knew she was mine, completely and utterly.
As I pulled out of her ass, my cock glistening with her juices. But I wasn't done with her yet. I positioned myself at her pussy again, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up. I fucked her pussy with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me.
As I fucked her pussy, I could see her asshole clenching, begging to be filled again. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned myself at her ass, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up. I alternated between her ass and pussy, fucking her with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm.
As I fucked her, I could see the servants watching, their eyes dark with lust and desire. I knew they were waiting, waiting to see what would happen next, waiting to have their turn with Chaitali.
And as I came inside her, my cock pulsing with release, I knew she was mine, completely and utterly. I collapsed beside her, my body spent and trembling, and I knew that this was just the beginning, the start of a night of passion and pleasure that would leave us all satisfied and spent.
As I lay beside Chaitali, our bodies spent and trembling from the intense session, the servants approached us. They had been waiting for their turn to prepare Chaitali for what was to come next.
"It's time for you to dress, you filthy little slut," the first servant said, his voice dripping with contempt. Chaitali looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I nodded, giving her the silent permission she craved.
The servants moved quickly, their hands rough and unyielding. They attached a fluffy foxtail to her, the soft fur contrasting with the harsh treatment she had just endured. Chaitali whimpered as they inserted a dildo into her, the intrusion making her body tremble. They clipped her nipples with small, cruel weights, the pain making her gasp and writhe.
Next, they attached a small funnel to her mouth. The device was designed to serve as a toilet for pissing, with a tube extending from the funnel, allowing liquid to flow directly into her mouth. The funnel was secured tightly around her mouth with straps, ensuring she couldn't remove it. Chaitali's eyes widened in fear and humiliation as she realised what it was for. They clipped her nose, the cruel device forcing her to breathe through her mouth, making her look even more like a helpless animal. The funnel would ensure that she had to drink any liquid that entered it to breathe properly.
The servants also inserted a large plug into her pussy, ensuring that she couldn't piss. The plug was cold and unyielding, making Chaitali gasp and squirm as it filled her up. She knew she was completely at their mercy, and the thought sent a twisted thrill through her.
"Let's test the mechanism," the second servant said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. The servants gathered around her, their cocks hard and ready. They positioned themselves around the funnel, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
Chaitali's eyes widened in fear and humiliation as she realised what they were about to do. She tried to struggle, but the servants held her firmly, ensuring she couldn't move. They began to piss into the funnel, the warm liquid flowing through the tube and into her mouth. Chaitali had no choice but to swallow it, her body trembling as she struggled to breathe and drink at the same time. The servants laughed, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
As the servants finished testing the mechanism, they looked at Chaitali, their eyes dark with lust and desire. Finally, they attached a leash to her collar and pulled, forcing her to get down on all fours. Chaitali looked like a pig, her body trembling as she tried to maintain her balance on all fours. The servants laughed, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Walk, you filthy little pig," the second servant commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. She obeyed, her body trembling as she tried to move forward on all fours. The servants pulled on the leash, guiding her towards the bungalow.
As Chaitali entered the building, I followed closely behind. The atmosphere inside was thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter. Rajesh Sir and his friends were in the midst of their party, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dark desire as they saw Chaitali being led in by the servants.
Rajesh Sir, with a drink in his hand, looked at Chaitali with a smirk. "Ah, the little pig has arrived," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Take her to the toilet and make her a public urinal. Tie her up and make sure she's ready for use."
The servants nodded, their faces expressionless, but their eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. They led Chaitali to the toilet, the leash tugging at her collar as she struggled to keep up on all fours. The cold, hard floor sent shivers down her body, and the sounds of the party faded into the background as they entered the bathroom.
Once inside the toilet, the servants removed the foxtail from Chaitali. They positioned her near a corner where a large, 12-inch butt plug was attached, its smooth surface gleaming under the dim light. The plug was electrically operated, and a switch on the wall controlled its vibrations. The servants forced her to sit on the plug, her body trembling as the cold, hard surface pressed against her. They tied her neck collar to a hook on the wall, ensuring she was secured in place. Chaitali's legs were folded but spread apart, an iron rod placed between her ankles to keep them wide open. Her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed.
One of the servants grabbed a poster and attached it above her head. The poster read "Public Urinal" in bold, dark letters.
As they finished their preparations, the servants left the toilet, leaving Chaitali tied and vulnerable. She could hear the sounds of the party outside, the laughter and music a stark contrast to her humiliation and fear.
Rajesh Sir and his friends soon began to use her as their personal urinal. They stood around her, their cocks hard and ready as they relieved themselves on her. Chaitali had no choice but to swallow their piss, her body trembling with humiliation and pleasure. The warm liquid flowed into her mouth through the funnel, forcing her to gulp it down to breathe. Every so often, a servant would flip the switch, causing the butt plug to vibrate intensely, making Chaitali moan and writhe in her bonds.
Every hour, the servants would return to the toilet to take Chaitali outside to pee. They untied her and led her outside, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. They made her pee in a designated spot, her body convulsing with relief as she emptied her bladder.
Once she was finished, the servants led her back to the toilet and tied her up again. They laughed as they secured her, their eyes dark with lust and desire. They knew she was theirs, entirely and absolutely, and they relished the control they exerted over her.
As the night wore on, Chaitali was used and humiliated by Rajesh Sir and his friends. She was their public urinal, their personal toy, and she wouldn't have it any other way. The servants ensured she was taken care of, leading her outside every hour to pee and bringing her back to be used again. They would occasionally flip the switch, making the butt plug vibrate and causing Chaitali to shudder and moan, her body convulsing with a mix of pleasure and pain.
As they finished drinking, I approached Chaitali in the toilet, her belly now swollen. The servants came hurriedly and started their job. They released her from the bondage and started taking her outside.
Before taking her outside, the servants removed the dildo and clip from Chaitali's pussy, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. They then inserted the foxtail again, the soft fur contrasting with the harsh treatment she had just endured. The servants led Chaitali to a car parked nearby, its sleek surface gleaming under the moonlight.
Rajesh Sir approached us, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He looked at Chaitali, his gaze travelling over her body, taking in every inch of her. "It's time for a little run, you filthy little pig," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
Before leaving, Rajesh Sir made a phone call to the plice, his voice low and commanding. He told them something, his plan clear in his mind. He wanted the security officer to catch Chaitali as she ran on the highway, adding another layer of humiliation and uncertainty to her fate.
The servants opened the door and forced Chaitali inside the car, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. They followed, their eyes dark with lust and desire. Rajesh Sir started the car and drove out of the farmhouse, the engine roaring in the quiet night. Chaitali was forced to sit in the backseat, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. The servants sat beside her, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
As they drove, Rajesh Sir looked at Chaitali in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You're going to run, you filthy little pig," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're going to follow the car, and you're going to be humiliated and displayed for all to see."
Chaitali's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body already responding to his words. The car came to a stop on the side of the highway, the engine idling in the quiet night. Rajesh Sir turned to look at Chaitali, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Get out," he commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine. The servants opened the door and kicked Chaitali out of the car, her body rolling down to the street. She stood on the side of the highway, her body exposed and vulnerable under the pale light of the moon and the yellow halogen light.
Rajesh Sir started the car and drove off, the engine roaring in the quiet night. Chaitali had no choice but to follow, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. She ran after the car, her feet pounding against the cold, hard asphalt. Chaitali ran after the car, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. She could feel the eyes of the servants on her, their gaze dark with lust and desire.
As the car finally came to a stop, Rajesh Sir looked at Chaitali. He got out of the car and approached her, his hand gripping her chin firmly, and said, "Tomorrow morning, you will be paraded nude in the local market". The plice sirens could be heard in the distance, their lights flashing as they approached.
The security officer cars arrived, their sirens wailing and lights flashing. The officers got out of their cars and approached Chaitali, their faces stern and unyielding. They looked at her, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
"What's going on here?" one of the officers asked, his voice stern and commanding. Rajesh Sir approached the officers, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Officers, this woman is a public nuisance," Rajesh Sir said, his voice low and commanding. "She's been running around naked, causing a disturbance. We found her like this and tried to stop her, but she kept running."
The officers looked at Chaitali, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "We'll take it from here," one of the officers said, his voice stern and commanding. They approached Chaitali, slapped her hard, and forced her into the back of their car.
As the plice car drove off, Rajesh Sir looked at me and winked "Let's go back," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down my spine. We got into the car and drove off, the engine roaring in the quiet night.
Just then, three servants rushed towards her. One carried a bucket and a scrubber, another had a garden hose, and the third held a towel. Their faces were expressionless, but their eyes gleamed with a dark hunger. They weren't just here to clean her up; they had other plans.
The first servant, a burly man with rough hands, grabbed Chaitali by her hair and yanked her head back. "Open your mouth, you filthy slut," he growled. Chaitali obeyed, her lips parting as he forced his cock between them. She tried to take him in, but her weakened state made it difficult. The servant didn't care. He held her head steady with one hand and thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with brutal strokes.
The second servant, a wiry man with a cruel smirk, knelt beside her and slapped her face. "You're nothing but a cum dumpster," he sneered, his hand leaving a red mark on her cheek. Chaitali whimpered, but she didn't resist. She knew she deserved this, knew she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure.
The third servant, a stocky man with a sadistic glint in his eyes, kicked her side. "Pathetic," he spat. "You can't even suck a cock properly." Chaitali cried out, but the sound was muffled by the cock still thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Unable to stand, Chaitali was dragged by her hair and a leash around her neck. They pulled her across the ground, her body scbanging against the rough surface. She whimpered and cried out, but her pleas only seemed to fuel their cruelty.
They dragged her to a nearby tree and tied her up, her body spread out and vulnerable. The first servant grabbed the bucket and scrubber, dipping the scrubber into the soapy water. "Time to clean you up, you dirty whore," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
He started with her face, scrubbing away the cum and sweat with rough, circular motions. Chaitali winced as the scrubber scbangd against her skin, but she didn't dare to complain. The servant moved down to her breasts, scrubbing them with the same brutal force. Her nipples hardened under the rough treatment, betraying her body's twisted response to the humiliation.
The second servant took the garden hose and sprayed her down, the cold water hitting her skin like a thousand tiny needles. Chaitali gasped and shivered, her body convulsing against the sudden chill. The servant laughed, directing the stream of water between her legs, washing away the cum that still dripped from her used holes.
The third servant grabbed the towel and started drying her off, his movements just as rough as the others. He rubbed the towel against her skin, his hands lingering on her breasts and between her legs. "You're still a filthy slut, no matter how much we clean you," he sneered.
As they finished cleaning her, the servants untied her from the tree and dragged her back to the ground. Chaitali lay there, her body trembling and her mind a whirlwind of humiliation and desire. She knew she was nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, and the thought sent a twisted thrill through her.
I approached her, my cock still hard and ready. I knelt beside her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You're mine now," I growled. "Mine to use, mine to humiliate, mine to own."
Chaitali's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew she was mine, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
As I stood over Chaitali, her body still trembling from the rough treatment she had received from the servants, I could see a mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes. She knew what was coming next, and despite the humiliation and pain, her body betrayed her with a twisted sense of desire.
I knelt beside her, my hand gripping her chin firmly. "You're going to take me in both your holes, you filthy slut," I growled, my voice low and commanding. Chaitali's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body already responding to my words.
"Please, Vineet," Chaitali moaned, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need you so bad. I need to feel you inside me, need to feel you own me. Please, Vineet, I'm your dirty little whore."
I positioned myself behind her, my cock hard and ready. I spat on my hand and rubbed it against her asshole, lubricating it slightly before pressing the tip of my cock against her tight entrance. Chaitali gasped as I pushed in, her body tensing against the intrusion.
"Relax, you dirty whore," I commanded, my voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Take my cock in your ass like the good little slut you are."
Chaitali obeyed, her body slowly relaxing as I pushed deeper into her ass. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me. I knew she was mine, completely and utterly, and I reveled in the power I held over her.
As I fucked her ass, I could see her pussy glistening with arousal, begging to be filled. I pulled out of her ass and positioned myself at her pussy, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up.
"You like that, you filthy little slut?" I asked, my voice a dark growl that sent a thrill of excitement through her. "You like feeling my cock in your pussy, owning you, making you mine?"
"Yes, Vineet," Chaitali moaned, her body trembling with need. "Please, I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me, to make me yours. Please, Vineet, I'm your loving wife"
I fucked her pussy with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me. As I fucked her pussy, I could see her asshole clenching, begging to be filled again. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned myself at her ass, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up.
"You're mine, you filthy wife," I growled, my voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.
Chaitali's body convulsed with pleasure, her screams of ecstasy filling the air as I fucked her ass. I could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, consuming her entirely, and I knew she was mine, completely and utterly.
As I pulled out of her ass, my cock glistening with her juices. But I wasn't done with her yet. I positioned myself at her pussy again, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up. I fucked her pussy with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. I could feel her tightness, her heat, and her desire, and it sent a surge of pleasure through me.
As I fucked her pussy, I could see her asshole clenching, begging to be filled again. I pulled out of her pussy and positioned myself at her ass, pushing in with one swift thrust. Chaitali cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as I filled her up. I alternated between her ass and pussy, fucking her with brutal strokes, my cock pistoning in and out of her with a relentless rhythm.
As I fucked her, I could see the servants watching, their eyes dark with lust and desire. I knew they were waiting, waiting to see what would happen next, waiting to have their turn with Chaitali.
And as I came inside her, my cock pulsing with release, I knew she was mine, completely and utterly. I collapsed beside her, my body spent and trembling, and I knew that this was just the beginning, the start of a night of passion and pleasure that would leave us all satisfied and spent.
As I lay beside Chaitali, our bodies spent and trembling from the intense session, the servants approached us. They had been waiting for their turn to prepare Chaitali for what was to come next.
"It's time for you to dress, you filthy little slut," the first servant said, his voice dripping with contempt. Chaitali looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I nodded, giving her the silent permission she craved.
The servants moved quickly, their hands rough and unyielding. They attached a fluffy foxtail to her, the soft fur contrasting with the harsh treatment she had just endured. Chaitali whimpered as they inserted a dildo into her, the intrusion making her body tremble. They clipped her nipples with small, cruel weights, the pain making her gasp and writhe.
Next, they attached a small funnel to her mouth. The device was designed to serve as a toilet for pissing, with a tube extending from the funnel, allowing liquid to flow directly into her mouth. The funnel was secured tightly around her mouth with straps, ensuring she couldn't remove it. Chaitali's eyes widened in fear and humiliation as she realised what it was for. They clipped her nose, the cruel device forcing her to breathe through her mouth, making her look even more like a helpless animal. The funnel would ensure that she had to drink any liquid that entered it to breathe properly.
The servants also inserted a large plug into her pussy, ensuring that she couldn't piss. The plug was cold and unyielding, making Chaitali gasp and squirm as it filled her up. She knew she was completely at their mercy, and the thought sent a twisted thrill through her.
"Let's test the mechanism," the second servant said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. The servants gathered around her, their cocks hard and ready. They positioned themselves around the funnel, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
Chaitali's eyes widened in fear and humiliation as she realised what they were about to do. She tried to struggle, but the servants held her firmly, ensuring she couldn't move. They began to piss into the funnel, the warm liquid flowing through the tube and into her mouth. Chaitali had no choice but to swallow it, her body trembling as she struggled to breathe and drink at the same time. The servants laughed, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
As the servants finished testing the mechanism, they looked at Chaitali, their eyes dark with lust and desire. Finally, they attached a leash to her collar and pulled, forcing her to get down on all fours. Chaitali looked like a pig, her body trembling as she tried to maintain her balance on all fours. The servants laughed, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Walk, you filthy little pig," the second servant commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down Chaitali's spine. She obeyed, her body trembling as she tried to move forward on all fours. The servants pulled on the leash, guiding her towards the bungalow.
As Chaitali entered the building, I followed closely behind. The atmosphere inside was thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter. Rajesh Sir and his friends were in the midst of their party, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dark desire as they saw Chaitali being led in by the servants.
Rajesh Sir, with a drink in his hand, looked at Chaitali with a smirk. "Ah, the little pig has arrived," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Take her to the toilet and make her a public urinal. Tie her up and make sure she's ready for use."
The servants nodded, their faces expressionless, but their eyes gleaming with a dark hunger. They led Chaitali to the toilet, the leash tugging at her collar as she struggled to keep up on all fours. The cold, hard floor sent shivers down her body, and the sounds of the party faded into the background as they entered the bathroom.
Once inside the toilet, the servants removed the foxtail from Chaitali. They positioned her near a corner where a large, 12-inch butt plug was attached, its smooth surface gleaming under the dim light. The plug was electrically operated, and a switch on the wall controlled its vibrations. The servants forced her to sit on the plug, her body trembling as the cold, hard surface pressed against her. They tied her neck collar to a hook on the wall, ensuring she was secured in place. Chaitali's legs were folded but spread apart, an iron rod placed between her ankles to keep them wide open. Her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed.
One of the servants grabbed a poster and attached it above her head. The poster read "Public Urinal" in bold, dark letters.
As they finished their preparations, the servants left the toilet, leaving Chaitali tied and vulnerable. She could hear the sounds of the party outside, the laughter and music a stark contrast to her humiliation and fear.
Rajesh Sir and his friends soon began to use her as their personal urinal. They stood around her, their cocks hard and ready as they relieved themselves on her. Chaitali had no choice but to swallow their piss, her body trembling with humiliation and pleasure. The warm liquid flowed into her mouth through the funnel, forcing her to gulp it down to breathe. Every so often, a servant would flip the switch, causing the butt plug to vibrate intensely, making Chaitali moan and writhe in her bonds.
Every hour, the servants would return to the toilet to take Chaitali outside to pee. They untied her and led her outside, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. They made her pee in a designated spot, her body convulsing with relief as she emptied her bladder.
Once she was finished, the servants led her back to the toilet and tied her up again. They laughed as they secured her, their eyes dark with lust and desire. They knew she was theirs, entirely and absolutely, and they relished the control they exerted over her.
As the night wore on, Chaitali was used and humiliated by Rajesh Sir and his friends. She was their public urinal, their personal toy, and she wouldn't have it any other way. The servants ensured she was taken care of, leading her outside every hour to pee and bringing her back to be used again. They would occasionally flip the switch, making the butt plug vibrate and causing Chaitali to shudder and moan, her body convulsing with a mix of pleasure and pain.
As they finished drinking, I approached Chaitali in the toilet, her belly now swollen. The servants came hurriedly and started their job. They released her from the bondage and started taking her outside.
Before taking her outside, the servants removed the dildo and clip from Chaitali's pussy, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. They then inserted the foxtail again, the soft fur contrasting with the harsh treatment she had just endured. The servants led Chaitali to a car parked nearby, its sleek surface gleaming under the moonlight.
Rajesh Sir approached us, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He looked at Chaitali, his gaze travelling over her body, taking in every inch of her. "It's time for a little run, you filthy little pig," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
Before leaving, Rajesh Sir made a phone call to the plice, his voice low and commanding. He told them something, his plan clear in his mind. He wanted the security officer to catch Chaitali as she ran on the highway, adding another layer of humiliation and uncertainty to her fate.
The servants opened the door and forced Chaitali inside the car, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. They followed, their eyes dark with lust and desire. Rajesh Sir started the car and drove out of the farmhouse, the engine roaring in the quiet night. Chaitali was forced to sit in the backseat, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. The servants sat beside her, their eyes dark with lust and desire.
As they drove, Rajesh Sir looked at Chaitali in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You're going to run, you filthy little pig," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're going to follow the car, and you're going to be humiliated and displayed for all to see."
Chaitali's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body already responding to his words. The car came to a stop on the side of the highway, the engine idling in the quiet night. Rajesh Sir turned to look at Chaitali, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Get out," he commanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down her spine. The servants opened the door and kicked Chaitali out of the car, her body rolling down to the street. She stood on the side of the highway, her body exposed and vulnerable under the pale light of the moon and the yellow halogen light.
Rajesh Sir started the car and drove off, the engine roaring in the quiet night. Chaitali had no choice but to follow, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. She ran after the car, her feet pounding against the cold, hard asphalt. Chaitali ran after the car, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. She could feel the eyes of the servants on her, their gaze dark with lust and desire.
As the car finally came to a stop, Rajesh Sir looked at Chaitali. He got out of the car and approached her, his hand gripping her chin firmly, and said, "Tomorrow morning, you will be paraded nude in the local market". The plice sirens could be heard in the distance, their lights flashing as they approached.
The security officer cars arrived, their sirens wailing and lights flashing. The officers got out of their cars and approached Chaitali, their faces stern and unyielding. They looked at her, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
"What's going on here?" one of the officers asked, his voice stern and commanding. Rajesh Sir approached the officers, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
"Officers, this woman is a public nuisance," Rajesh Sir said, his voice low and commanding. "She's been running around naked, causing a disturbance. We found her like this and tried to stop her, but she kept running."
The officers looked at Chaitali, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "We'll take it from here," one of the officers said, his voice stern and commanding. They approached Chaitali, slapped her hard, and forced her into the back of their car.
As the plice car drove off, Rajesh Sir looked at me and winked "Let's go back," he said, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down my spine. We got into the car and drove off, the engine roaring in the quiet night.
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