Captured by Gulabi Gang for Cheating - Gold Scene - Pegging

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One second later, I heard more noises. They were getting louder and more intense. I felt someone stronger nearby; it felt like the second woman the powerful one was back again. I was still naked from the waist down, shivering in the cold air of the ruined building. She didn't just touch me this time. She began dragging me across the rough, broken tiles. The sound of my skin scbanging against the floor was loud in the silent room. She moved me to a spot where the floor was plain and smooth. She was definitely very strong. Then, she started moving my legs up. Wait... oh... no....

I felt her strong touch, but her hands were surprisingly soft. I tried my best to move my hands, to struggle, but the rope was too tightly tied around my wrists. It was biting into my skin. The noises in the room were building up whispers, giggles, and the sound of fabric rubbing. Then, my heart skipped a beat. Did someone say "camera"? Was I being recorded? No way. But someone definitely said the word "camera" in a low, Garhwali accent.

I was lying on my back, completely helpless. I felt her hands grip my ankles firmly. She began kissing my legs, moving up to my thighs, and then her tongue was on my balls. It was a strange mix of fear and sensation. Then, she did the unthinkable she licked my anus. She made it wet, swirling her tongue around. I never imagined this would ever happen to me. I felt a splash of cold saliva there, and then she pulled my legs up high into a missionary position. My knees were almost touching my chest. I heard a clicking sound, like a plastic buckle. Was she wearing a harness?

Yes... and then I felt the hard, blunt touch of a big, solid harness getting pushed into my anus. This was not comfortable at all. It was a sharp, stretching pain that made me want to scream, but the cloth in my mouth only let out a muffled groan.

"Shhh... chup kar (be quiet)," she whispered in a deep, commanding voice. "You wanted adventure, Delhi boy? We will give you adventure."

She started moving, pushing the harness inside me with a steady, rhythmic force. The other women in the room were now getting very excited. I heard them clapping their hands and moaning. Were they enjoying looking at me like this? It felt like the tables had completely turned. Usually, I was the one in control, the one taking risks. Now, I was just a toy for them.

For the next ten minutes, the room was a blur of sounds and sensations. The dominant woman was relentless. Every time she pushed forward, she let out a loud, guttural grunt.

"Look at him," I heard another woman say. "He is so hairy. Like a bear."

Suddenly, I felt multiple hands on my upper body. They ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying across the floor. Two women started scratching their long, sharp nails across my chest and stomach. It wasn't a soft touch; they were leaving red marks, marking their territory. One of them leaned down and started biting my hairy chest, right near my nipples. I felt her teeth sink in, and I flinched, but I couldn't move away.

Then, things got even crazier. I felt the weight of a woman sitting on the side of my face. Her bare skin pressed against the blindfold and the gag in my mouth. I could smell the scent of wild flowers and sweat. I was struggling to breathe, my nose buried in her. While she sat there, I felt another woman go behind me. She was bare-chested, and she began rubbing her breasts against my buttocks and the backs of my thighs while the woman with the harness continued her work.

The woman in control started talking to me again, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned down. "You like this, don't you? You city boys think you are so tough. Here, you are nothing. You are just a body for us to play with."

The room was filled with the sound of thwack, thwack, thwack as the harness hit my skin. The women were chanting something in a local dialect, their voices rising in a feverish pitch. The woman on my face was grinding against me, while the nails on my chest were digging deeper. I felt like a sacrifice in some strange mountain ritual.

"Don't cum yet," the leader commanded, slapping my inner thigh. "We decide when you can finished."

I was pulsing, my body was on fire from the friction and the sheer madness of the situation. Every inch of my skin was being touched, bitten, or rubbed. The "camera" woman moved closer; I could hear the slight whirring of a device near my head. They were capturing my shame, my pleasure, and my terror all at once.

The dominant woman picked up the pace. Her movements became wild and fast. "Yes! Cry for me!" she shouted. The other women started laughing a high-pitched, manic sound that echoed off the old walls. I felt the sweat from their bodies dripping onto mine. The woman rubbing her chest on my ass was moving faster now, her skin sliding against mine in a wet, sticky heat.

I was completely overwhelmed. My mind was screaming for it to stop, but my body was trapped in a cycle of extreme stimulation. I was a prisoner of the Parvati Valley, held captive by a circle of women who seemed to have no mercy.

As the ten minutes drew to a close, the woman with the harness gave one final, powerful thrust and then pulled back abruptly. The woman on my face stood up, finally letting me breathe the cold, dusty air. The scratching stopped. Silence fell over the room again, except for the heavy, ragged breathing of the women around me. I lay there, broken and throbbing, wondering if I would ever see the sun again.