Captured by Gulabi Gang for Cheating - Gold Scene - Pegging

[ashuezy2]

Scene 4 - Gold Scene

The night was long and painful. I lay there on the cold tiles, my body aching from every corner. My skin was covered in dried saliva, sweat, and red marks from their nails. I felt like a piece of meat. Around 3:00 AM, the "Gulabi" gang leader, the one they called Didi, finally showed some mercy, but it wasn't because she was kind. It was because she wanted me alive for what was coming next.

"Untie his legs," she commanded. "Feed him some dal chawal. We don't want him fainting."

They untied my legs, though my hands remained bound behind my back. My muscles were stiff, and I could barely stand. One of the younger girls brought a plate of simple food and literally stuffed it into my mouth. I ate it like an animal because I was starving. They even let me freshen up, though I was still blindfolded.

As I lay back down, the room was quiet, but then I heard the sound of a phone ringing. It was a video call.

"Yes, Supriya," Didi said, her voice suddenly sounding like a proud woman. "We have him. He is right here. I am sending you the video we recorded. You should see how your 'Sher' (lion) was crying while we used him."

I heard a familiar voice on the speaker. It was Supriya. But it wasn't the sweet, loving Supriya I knew from Delhi. Her voice was sharp and full of hate.

"I saw the video, Didi," Supriya said. "He looks pathetic. But it is not enough. I want to break him myself. I am already on my way. I will reach the hideout by tomorrow morning. Don't let him sleep too comfortably."

"Don't worry," Didi laughed.

I spent the rest of the night shivering. I couldn't believe Supriya my Supriya was capable of this. I slept for a few hours out of pure exhaustion, dreaming of the trekking trail I should have stayed on.

In the morning, the heavy wooden door of the house creaked open. I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the broken tiles. It was a sound that didn't belong in this ruined mountain house. The clicking stopped right in front of my head.

Suddenly, a hard leather boot slammed into my jaw.

"Ugh!" I groaned, my head snapping to the side.

"Wake up, you piece of trash," Supriya’s voice hissed.

I felt someone rip the blindfold off my eyes. The morning light was blinding. I blinked several times, my vision blurry. When it cleared, I saw her. Supriya was standing over me, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, her face twisted in anger. The four members of the Gulabi gang were standing behind her, crossing their arms and smiling.

"Supriya... please," I sobbed, my voice barely a whisper. "I am so sorry. It was a mistake. I was drunk... I didn't mean to cheat. Please, just take me home."

Supriya leaned down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so I had to look at her.

"Too late for that, Anuj," she said, her eyes cold. "You thought you could play with me? You thought I was some stupid girl who would cry at home while you had fun with others? You wanted adventure, right? You wanted to live life on the edge? Well, welcome to the edge."

She let go of my hair and looked at Didi. "Is the camera ready? I want every second of this recorded. I want his face but not mine, this will stay on the Internet forever."

"Everything is ready, Supriya," the camera girl said, holding up a smartphone.

Supriya looked at the harness lying on the floor. It was the same one the older woman had used on me last night. It looked even more terrifying in the daylight.

"Give it to me," Supriya commanded.

The leader of the gang handed it to her. Supriya strapped it on herself with a slow, deliberate movement. She looked down at me, her face full of a dark, vengeful pleasure.

"You used your body to hurt me, Anuj," she said. "Now, I’m going to use your body to heal myself. Didi, hold his legs up. I want him to see exactly what is happening."

Two of the strong women lowered my pants and underwear, grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back until my knees were near my ears. I was completely exposed, my anus still red and sore from the night before.

"No, Supriya! Please! Not you!" I screamed.

"Why not me?" she mocked, stepping closer. "Don't you like it? Let’s see how much you enjoy this."

She didn't use any lubrication this time. She pushed the hard, solid harness into me with one violent thrust. I screamed so loud my throat felt like it was tearing.

"Cry louder!" Supriya shouted, moving her hips with a brutal rhythm. "This is for the girl you texted! This is for the night you didn't come home! This is for every lie you told me!"

The other women were cheering her on. "Go on, Supriya! Show him who the real boss is!"

Every time she pushed forward, she slapped my thighs or dug her nails into my stomach. She was much more aggressive than the other women. She wanted to hurt me. She leaned down, her face inches from mine, and she kissed my lips.

"You rascal! I loved you so much. I gave my everything," she whispered. "From now on, every time you think of sex, you will think of me."

For the next thirty minutes, I was subjected to the most intense pain and humiliation of my life. Supriya didn't stop. She used the harness like a weapon, pushing me to the point where I thought I would pass out. The women kept the camera pointed at my face, capturing every tear and every muffled scream.

Suddenly, Supriya stopped. She looked down and noticed that despite the pain and the tears, I was full hard. My body had betrayed my mind completely. A dark smile spread across her face.

"Still a hungry animal, I see," she whispered. She stood up and unbuckled the harness, tossing it aside like trash. She looked me straight in the eye, and for a second, I saw a flicker of the girl I used to love, mixed with a demon.

Slowly, she unzipped her jeans and kicked them away. Then she removed her underwear. "One last time before I dump you forever," she said.

She reached down and took my cock in her hands, squeezing it hard. She straddled me, her bare skin feeling like fire against my scratched thighs. She sat down on it, taking all of me inside her. The camera girl moved closer to get the perfect angle.

Supriya began to ride me at full speed. Her noises filled the room a mix of angry grunts and high pitched moans. "Oh god, Anuj... why did you have to ruin everything?" she cried out, her hidden desires coming to the surface. She was releasing all her love and all her hate in every bounce. She gripped my shoulders, her nails drawing more blood. "I loved you! I loved you!" she screamed as she reached a violent climax, her body shaking as she squeezed me tight.

Once she was done, she stood up immediately, cold and distant again. She put her clothes back on without looking at me.

"Delete the video," she said to the camera girl. She looked at me one last time. "It is a long walk back to the main road, Anuj. Good luck."

She walked out, followed by the Gulabi gang. I heard their vehicles the Safari roar to life and fade away into the mountain distance.

I was alone. I lay there for a long time, the silence of the mountains returning. Slowly, painfully, I picked myself up. My hands were still shaky, but I managed to get my clothes on. As I stood in the doorway of the ruined building, a strange feeling washed over me.

I looked back at the cold tiles and the harness on the floor. A slow grin spread across my face. My ego was gone, but something new had taken its place. I had found a new love, a new craving. The feeling of being dominated, of being pegged by women it was the most alive I had ever felt.

"What an awesome feeling," I whispered to the empty valley. "Getting fucked by women... I want it badly now."

I started walking toward the road, making my plans.