11-04-2026, 11:47 PM
Chapter-86 (a):
Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice.
As Gowda held her by her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't.
A crack!
A loud crack!
A screeching yelp!
Everything happened with lightning speed!!
Tanvi screamed with all her might, her entire body arching violently against gravity, and she failed miserably to contain... that pain!
The SLAP on her upturned and naked ass fell on her meaty posterior rump like a blacksmith hitting heated metal with his heaviest hammer!
It was a sound of absolute possession and degradation.
"NOO-PLLEEEEEESSE-NOOOOO", the searing burn on her cushiony, soft and exposed ass-cheeks was something her brain simply failed to process.
Khurram had slapped her ass a few times before -'yes' and they were hard and heavy, but this one from Gowda surpassed all the previous ones because his strike carried the weight of his irritation and pure, and uncouth rage.
A clear, angry print of his massive right hand formed with a deep red tone on her glowing yellow rump, a public branding of her new status as the new slut - Chikni!
The moment his hand landed the first death blow to her poor ass, Tanvi realized the hard fact. Gowda was a monster, and he was not going to let her away without having his way with her...that point got confirmed in her head...tears fell out of her eyes as her ass-cheeks clenched hard against each other to stop the searing burn on her burning skin. She cried like never before.
Worse was the encouraging laughter from the men behind her with encouragement for more!
"Randi!" (Whore!), Gowda shouted loudly as he watched the young where's amazingly shaped body arching and every second he looked at her fair skin tone and the perfect round of her ass, his penis started to become hard and the need to punish her ran in his head at double speed.
"SSLLAAAPPP!!!", another blow made one more loud crack in the silence of the night while Gowda delivered his second slap on her ass-cheeks, right over the exact place where his first blow landed.
"EEEEESSS-PLLEEEEEESE-PLEEESS", Tanvi hollered with her body jolting and arching upwards further along with both her legs trying to tilt up to contain the scorching heat that burned her butt-cheeks again.
Tears ran past and she saw the drops falling to ground below her.
Devki was already kneading and squeezing her own breasts unabashedly as the atmosphere changed from being sleazy to carnal within moments after Gowda started his entertainment using the slut that Khurram brought in that night.
The men called her whore and slut and every other curse words they could muster but remained where they stood.
Everyone had their manhoods out and were feverishly shagging while closely watching such a fair woman getting punished, and her ass clenching and unclenching to contain the pain.
Gowda was transfixed at the way the young woman's marvellously curved and shapely ass bounced and wobbled with his slaps. It was the most erotic sight he came across in all the years of his sexual loitering. The moment he laid eyes on Tanvi, he had his mind made up, on how many varieties that he was going to made her squeal, and this was only the start of it.
"OUUUUUWWW-PLEEEESS-NOOUUU", Tanvi howled when the third blow landed right where her ass stopped, exactly over her hamstrings...on both legs...creating scorching pain to her entire legs and muscle density that made her breath to get caught and she choked hard.
She felt the absolute, crushing weight of her own degradation, her skin slick with a mixture of terror and the oppressive heat of the hut.
Her heart sank further into deeper darkness of helplessness as she slowly recognised that she was really becoming the slut they wanted her to be - 'Chikni' the whore.
Gowda's lips curled into a diabolically heinous smile as he watched her pussy lips gaping and closing sporadically to contain the searing pain he had just landed on her. He took a slow, deliberate look at the transfixed men who were encouraging him, their eyes bloodshot and fixed on her shivering form as they pumped their hard-ons shamelessly at the woman shrieking for mercy.
"Mausi, aisi gapa-gap randi pehle kabhi nahi layi tu!" (Mausi, you never brought a high-speed whore like this bitch before!), one of the laborers yelped, his voice thick with lust.
"Hamein bhi ek chance de na, Mausi! Iska paani nikaalna hai aaj" (Give us a chance too, Mausi! We have to drain her today), another man chidded in, leaning forward to get a better view of her exposed, shaking frame.
"Dekh saali ka ganda pichwada, kitna bhari hai re!" (Look at the slut's dirty ass, how huge it is!)
"Abe, ye toh rone ka natak kar rahi hai, asli mein toh ise maza aa raha hai... aur laga isko!" (Arrey, she’s just acting like she's crying, she’s actually enjoying it... give it to her more!)
"Uski gaand dekh-re chomu! (Look at her slutty ass!)
"Ooh... aur maar... aur zor se chatka is haramzaadi ko, Gowda saab!!" (Ooh... more... more... slap this whore even harder, Gowda saab!!)
"Ek mauka, Devki Mausi... ek mauka mere liye bhi" (One chance, Devki Mausi... one chance for me too), a younger worker pleaded, his eyes locked on the red handprint blooming on her yellow skin.
Tanvi heard all of it between her sobs and cries carrying her desperation and futile tries to wiggle free.
Her body was trapped... totally... unequivocally tied in constraints made by the calloused, grease-stained hands of Gowda, the Driver. Every filthy word from the men felt like a fresh layer of slime over her soul.
"SLAAAAPPP... SLAAAP... SLAP!", three more stinging blows detonated against her ass, lower back, covering her both glutes to it's entirety.
One landed full on her right ass-cheek, the second on her left ass-meat, and the third right at her core... severe... sharp... focused... heavyweight spanks covering every inch of her abused backside!
"KHUURRRAAAMMMJEEEEEEEEE!", Tanvi’s head shot up in an extreme upward tilt, beseeching with the appeal of her lifetime... trying to reason, to plead, to beg for help from the man who had brought her to this altar of filth.
Nothing!
Her palms squeezed Khurram's thigh with all her power to make him do something to help.
Nothing!
"Dekh isse. Pura lund-ka-maza le rahi hai tu, haina re gandi randi?" (Look at her. You're taking the full pleasure of the dick, aren't you, you dirty whore?), Gowda growled cruelly, ignoring her cries for help as he savored the vibration of her screams against his thighs.
Nothing happened, except the scalding scorch and agonizing pain on her abused bottom, along with a loud, rhythmic howls of sleazy encouragement that made her feel like she was nothing but a piece of meat to quench their filthy depravity... nothing else... just a slut to fulfil the carnal needs of the men watching her desperation.
A second passed, and she felt a fleeting ray of hope when Gowda finally paused, his heavy hand hovering over her deeply welted, red-raw skin.
Tanvi's last hope was Khurram to help and when it never came, her heart stopped and it made her think in ways of unimaginable things.
She thought what would happen to her children if she was never able to escape from this place. Her life...as she realized in past hour or so, she was a slut, a whore who was brought to this place to answer the sexual solicitations of whoever wished to exploit her body...nothing more than a piece of meat...her upbringing...her education...her social status...her chastity...nothing mattered to anyone who was present with her at that moment...all of this started few startling effects in her body, unknown to her mind.
All hope flew away when her ass sensed the air above her moving...as Gowda's hand rose high up...with a cruel twitch on his hips, it came down...men and Devki watched it happening like a slow-motion movie...his hard palm landed right at the same point where the last slap was placed...at the exact split of her ass-cheeks...hitting straight to the starting bone of her vertibrae...passing an electric jolt of massive weight through her spine to her head and ended into the deepest core of her pussy!
"Abe teri! Iski ganda randi-pattal toh dekh... behanchod!" (Shit! Look at her filthy whore-pussy... Shit!), one of the men yelled, his voice cracking with a frantic, low-class hunger as he pointed between her splayed thighs.
"Arrey, ye kutiya toh bazaaroo randi se bhi gandi hai!" (This bitch is dirtier than a market slut!), another voice chimed in, followed by a chorus of degrading whistles.
"Wah! Abhi pel doon isko, aur bilkul ghodi jaise hinhinayegi ye!" (Wow! I would fuck her right now, and make her squeal like a real bitch!)
"KOI NAHI CHUEGA ISKO, SAMAJH MEIN AAYA?" (NO ONE WILL TOUCH HER, UNDERSTAND?), Gowda roared, his voice went through the air like blade that cut through it's invisible membranes. The crowd went silent for a heartbeat, but the air remained thick with their heavy, rhythmic breathing.
"Kaisa majboot randi hai re bhai! Thappad khake iska pani nikal raha hai! Main bhi thappad maroon iski chut pe? Karne do na Gowdaji!" (What a whore she is my God! She is cumming when she gets those nice slaps! I can slap her cunt! Let me do it Gowdaji please?)
Tanvi was beyond the phase of being mortified. The enormity of it hit her conscious like a sharp knife on the butter and the cruel fact that she was creaming made it all worse. She was miserably aware that her body responded to all this filth. Despite the painful punishment, her pussy was the only part of her that seemed to accept the reality, responding with a shameful, rhythmic throb.
She felt a trail... a mild movement on her lower back, making her squeal loudly. Gowda, hearing the cheering, was piqued to realize the "whore" was responding. His thick fingers grazed her hindside, exactly where her cheeks started to split, trailing down and making her wiggles and protests turn into desperate shudders.
Gowda snarled. "Dekhte hain tere in do tangon ke beech kya chhupa hai," (Let's see what you are hiding between your two legs), he laughed loudly. His hand left her ass-crack and went straight for her sex, giving a long, hard massage to her smothered pussy-slit.
Tanvi’s hips jolted, her legs clamping tight in a reflexive, useless attempt to stop him.
"Wah... ye kuch naya hai," (this is new!), he grunted. "Ruk, acche se check karne de." (Wait, let me check properly).
"AAAAAOOUUWW!", er scream was blood-curdling as Gowda landed a hard, heavy blow covering both her ass globes. Tanvi's legs splayed wide as she buckled under the cauterizing burn. In those seconds, her brain completely missed what was coming next.
"Aaaeeeeeiii-pleeeeese-no-nooo!" she wailed as her pussy announced an intruder.
Gowda laughed as his thick, calloused fingers, two of them, dug into the slippery hole that was helplessly gaped. He moved them with a machine-gun speed that stole her breath.
"Randi aurat! Tu hi asli bazaar randi hai, pata hai na, Chokkri? Is chut ka kya haal hone wala hai tujhe andaza bhi nahi hai..." (Fucking bitch! You are the real slut, you know it, Girl? You have no idea what is coming to this cunt... you know that?), he muttered. Suddenly, he stopped.
Her hips kept bucking involuntarily in the rhythm he had set.
"Saali! Tune ye kamaya nahi hai, mila hai tujhe, samjhi?" (Slut! You didn't earn it, you got it, understand?), Gowda growled. He saw her knees bending, her feet dangling in the air with toes curling. Her ass wobbled at an obscene angle, tilting upwards to find his hand again.
Gowda wanted to see her in pain. "Shadi-shuda hai kya, Chokkri?" (Are you married, Woman?)
"I asked, SHAADI-SHUDA HAI KYA?" (ARE YOU MARRIED?), he snorted loudly.
"YAASSSS!"
"Tera mard kahan hai?" (Where is your man?)
"No..."
"KYA???" (WHAT???)
"He... he is not with me."
"AUR BACHE?" (AND CHILDREN?), Gowda’s fingers dived back in, punishing her.
"TWO... TWO... SSSTOOPPPPP...PLLEEEEEESE!" Tanvi’s hips arched further, her feet splaying in mid-air.
"KITNE GAANDUON NE TERI IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO MAARA HAI AB TAK, RANDI??" (HOW MANY ASSHOLES FUCKED YOUR MARRIED CUNT TILL NOW, WHORE??)
"TWO... TWOOO... MY HUSBAND AND KHURRAMJI ONLYYYY!" she hollered. The truth was ripped out of her, accompanied by the audible sploshes of her release.
Gowda pulled his fingers away, giving the men a clear view of her gaping, pinkish-red cunt-hole. They moaned and whined at the sight. Tanvi whimpered as he left her, her body mourning the thick, skillful touch of his fingers.
"AAHA... TO SIRF DO MARDO KO MAUKA MILA IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO CHODNE KA... BADHIYA HAI. AUR AB, IS CHED KA KYA? KITNO NE IS GANDE CHED KO MAARA HAI, RANDI?" (AAH...GOOD-GOOD... SO ONLY TWO MEN GOT THE CHANCE TO FUCK THIS MARRIED CUNT... THAT'S VERY GOOD. AND NOW, WHAT ABOUT THIS HOLE? HOW MANY FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE OF YOURS, SLUT?)
Gowda smeared her own juices over her clenched anus, pressing hard.
"NOO... PLEEESE... NOOOT-THERE-NOT-THEEERE!!!"
Gowda smirked at Khurram and Devki, then he moved his thumb.
"AAARGHH-OOUUUUWWW-PLEEEESE-NO!"
He thrusted the thick stump of his thumb into her puckered asshole, tearing past its elasticity in a second.
Tanvi felt a burn far worse than anything on the train. She recalled looking at the half-torn thumb that looked like a small hammer-head earlier.
"OOOUUUW!" she yelled as he pulled out and slammed back in, using her own pussy juice as a cruel lubricant.
"SACH BATA! IS GANDI GHADDA KO KIS KIS NE CHODA AB-TAK?" (TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHO ALL FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE TILL NOW?)
"NO-ONE-GOWDAAAJEEE-NO-ONE!"
"AAJ SE YE MERA HAI, RANDI, SAMJHI?" (FROM TODAY, IT IS MINE, WHORE, UNDERSTAND?)
"YESS-YEEEESSS!" she cried.
"Aaj se tu meri randi hai, ye sharir mera hai," (From today you are my slut, this body is mine), he roared.
"Yesss.... you own me... yeess... please stopp..."
"Suna, Khurram? (You heard her, Khurram?)..."Bol rahi hai ke iski malik aaj se mai hoon!" (She says I own her from now on. How is it?), Gowda leered. Khurram just watched.
Tanvi's head was filled with screams and curses directed to Khurram for not stepping in to help her. But the damage was already done.
"Itna jaldi nahin, Saali!" (You don't get that easy, whore)", Gowda made another growl over her head making her brain turn into a hell of primal sex...only her pussy mattered...for every unknown reason, the wrong things that Gowda gave her, she cursed her pussy for enjoying silently.
He pulled out of her butt-hole...one hard pull from her rectum!
Tanvi sobbed with a loud screech, first at relief, then at his pause, and finally her voice carried the disappointment of not getting the release which the Boar Gowda built.
Her ass arched and fell, but instead of closing her legs locked to protect her sex, she left them splayed, allowing every male eyes to have their lust quenched in whichever possible manner.
Again, the scorching hell restarted on the poor, battered mother of two.
Gowda's hand moved in a rhythm that his depraved mind held.
Slaps after slaps!
Followed by screams after each!
Accompanied by curses from the men edging her pussy onward!
Tanvi felt her consciousness leaving her when the pain and burn of the mad man's slaps turned into something that she just couldn’t bear anymore. She wasn't built for something like this. Even if she was, Gowda was hell-bound to break all the whores that he punished to blackout in pain and suffocation...it was his thing.
Gowda couldn't have enough of delivering hard blows on the magnificent ass of the woman who cried and screeched under his hold. The bounce of her ass-cheeks were so erotic that he wished to continue till his hand gets tired.
The ass that Tanvi shaped through her hard work at Gym, the glutes that she shaped under Khurram's regime, the legs that she toned with her daily runs, the once beautiful feet that she maintained with extra care...all of it...ruined!
Gowda's brain was already racing with plans on variety of performances that he kept in store for this hot whore. At first, he thought her to be a woman who would cry and do just as he asked, a submissive one but she turned out to be a fighter, and it elevated his criminally insane mind to a place that he himself was amused of...he looked at the deep reddish welts that formed almost everywhere on her fair skin. Her back was still her own natural pale yellow, but from her lower back till knees, it was deep red...imprints of his palm all over!
Three things Tanvi's semi-consciousness registered.
First, despite the bulk of his belly, hefty build of body, and his age, Gowda was agile, he was able to move himself all over her length with an ease of an animal.
Second, the hardness of his erection which wasn't there at first when he pulled her onto his lap, but with each howl of her desperation, she felt his slaps increasing it's rigidity, and when he punished her pussy, his penis-head started to poke her belly, and finally when his non-stop stabs on her ass restarted, the hardness of his shaft was unmistakably thrusting itself against her soft torso.
Third, and final, despite the excruciating pain and burn of her butt-cheeks, the encouraging curses calling her the whore of the town and slut for free-use made her pussy to work on it's own accord, churning it's insides to create a whole different type of spasms over her whole body.
She was having an orgasm!
Her brain blacked out as all her screams subsided at one particular moment!
Gowda stopped himself when he noticed the outcome of his intention was fully accomplished...the whore finally blacked out!
Gowda took a good look around. Khurram had the same indifference on his face. Devki's face was clearly had the grin expressing her amusement and her body was jolting from her frigging. And the guys, a bit disappointed at their hot whore being unconscious state, but still as she was naked, their cocks remained hard.
However, the only thing his carnally retarded brain reminded was his own erection, his cock was rock hard and engorged...ready and waiting for it's adventure!
"Uth randi! UTH-SAALI! (Wake up whore! WAKE-UP-SMOOTH-BITCH!)", Gowda shouted as he slapped her ass few times, not hard as earlier, but enough for her brain to rewire back into the present. The stinging vibration on her bruised cheeks forced her eyes open to the sight of the grease-stained ground and the men watching from the shadows.
"Please, Gowdaji, stop it, I beg you," she cried, her voice cracking with the most sincere, shattered desperation she had ever felt.
"Toh jawaab de na, kya degi tu? (Answer me then, what are you offering?)", he asked again with his ruthless tone, his fingers tightening in her hair to pull her head back.
"Ji.. anything... lekin please mujhe aur mat maaro... please Gowdaji... (but, please I beg you to stop hitting me... please, Gowdaji)," Tanvi sobbed. At this point, the Senior Contracts Professional had vanished; she was just a broken woman who would agree to any depravity as long as her battered bottom was spared from his sodomizing hand.
"Chal, ab lag raha hai ki dimaakh thikane pe aaya tera. Khadi ho ja saali! (Alright, now I see you understand me clearly. Get up you slut!)", he barked and pushed her from his lap with a callous shove.
Tanvi fell hard on her side, landing at his feet in the grime of the clearing. The cold, oily dirt of the slum pressed against her olive skin, a final insult to her shattered dignity.
"Ab mujhe vasooli chahiye, Chokkri, (Now, I need repayment, Woman)," he dragged his right hand fingers on her chin, forcing her to look up into his dark, predatory face, making her shudder and tremble with a new wave of fear.
"Tujhe pata hai kya karna hai... (You know what to do)," he gave a smile that made her blood run cold, a smile that conveyed exactly what he was asking for because his eyes were fixed on the opening of his trousers.
Tanvi looked at Khurram one last time to know if he was going to help her. But, the answer was a clear 'No'.
She didn't care and bothered to cover her exposed body as she sat on the chair. People around here gawked and gulped at the sight. Her fair and flawless skin glimmered with the copious saliva that Gowda smothered over. Her lower bottom had the deep red tone and the yellow light made it more erotic for them. One of the men couldn't stop as he yanked his hard-on and continued to shag by throwing cursed and filthy words at her.
With a groan of submission, Tanvi leaned forward to meet her fate. She sat up on her shins and finally took the courage to look up at Gowda's face.
Immediately, Gowda thrusted his hips forward with a winning laugh, that was directly thrown at Khurram.
The moment she sat, her ass rested on her legs and feet. The dress had already rode up and was crumbled at her navel.
Ting!
"Ek minute, Chokkri" (One minute Woman, hold it", Gowda picked his phone and read the message. He let out a disappointed grunt and kept the phone back into his shirt pocket. "Saala Kashi", he paused a moment in thought.
"Aah, kidhar the hum, randi? (Where were we, whore?)
"Ji...?"
"Arrey arroyo...sharmao mat. Tumhe maloom hai mujhe kya chayiye, saali!)" (Common...don't be shy. You know what I want from you, slut), Gowda barked and that made the men behind her roar with mocking laughter.
Tanvi knew what he meant. And in a second, it flashed into her head that best way to make this boarish animal-man was to make him cum. Her ass burned, and she felt the pain rising up by each passing second. She was ready to do anything...to stop him...
Tanvi leaned forward with her head reaching near his lungi opening.
She took a sniff.
Filthy...his groin had foul smell of dirty urine. She parted his lungi from one side. She got a glimpse of what was ahead and winced by thinking to how low she had fallen in Khurram's hands.
A woman of status, a woman who carried her chastity as her most important moral, a woman who respected her social and personal boundaries, a woman who cared for others...was now sitting next to a rowdy driver with his filthy penis about to violate her and exposing her nakedness willingly to a crowd of lower than low-class men who consider female body to be used only for sex.
Gowda's impatient grunt from above took her back to the task in hand. By this time, the cold air of the night had spread over Tanvi's exposed bottom. The cloth was now crumbled to her waist, with it's hem hardly protecting what it was supposed to.
Tanvi's hand found the other side of Gowda's lungi and separated it to expose what was inside of it...and all the onlookers watched it happening, except Khurram who sat in silence. The cold air felt like pin-pricks over her entire bottom where red and angry welts of Gowda's hands remained. Her mind couldn't give any justice to stop that severe tinge on her ass and legs. Her focus was somewhere else.
The stench!
The foul odour of urine!
The penis itself!
Tanvi failed to make another move for few seconds till another impatient grunt came from above her head once again. She leaned on Gowda's thighs for support as her right hand sliced forward and took hold of the base of his penis. She took a moment to look at it closely and inhaled it's dirty odour that came from tobl be abhorrently excessive.
His tool had an odd shape that Tanvi never came across earlier. The shaft had heavy foreskin that was crumpled at it's head. His penis-head was not round like Khurram's and wasn't handy like her husband's, it had an oval shape and was darker than his body, more like it was painted black, a very dirty black. It was long, more than her husband and was thick but she could grip it inside her long fingers.
The odd part was his cock was it's angle and how it stood, it was curved, not mildly, but really semi-curved as it pulsed in her hand. It has veins all over it, not like any others that she serviced till that night. Each of it's veins protruding with blood pumping over, and it felt like multiple bumps all through it's length and breadth.
Another grunt, and a tap on her head.
Tanvi's lips parted, mouth widened, and head went down over Gowda's man-thing.
She heard an approving groan as the vacuum of her hot mouth transpired it's heavenly pleasure the man named Gowda. It was the urine flavor that repulsed and made her choke on his penis. It was bitter, hard and musky, she didn't like it. But, as fate not giving her a choice, she lathered it immediately using her saliva and tried to remove that urine taste from his thing.
The men were now closer than ever, almost everyone was standing and most of them had their tools out and shagging hard. One man came a bit more forward and sat behind her...
Devki watched every one of them closely. She was making sure that no one made a move that would disrupt the harmony she placed. Her smile widened when she looked at the man who was seated behind Tanvi.
The man was drooling at both sides of his lips as his eyes drank the sight of hairless holes of sexiest woman he ever met in his life. His hand was working furiously up and down on his engorged penis.
"Yeh to sach main Chikni hai bhai, dekh dekh, poora saaf hai iski!!!", (She's really a Chikni, look, she's bald everywhere!!!), the man exclaimed loudly, and two more joined where he sat. Being shameless was nothing for such people. As the two guys came and stood next to their friend, he showed her ass that was now clearly exposed and also her pussy that was clearly open to public viewing.
"Hmmmrfff...zor-se, Chokkri...aur zor-se" (Faster slut, move your damn mouth faster!), Tanvi was already gulping the shaft more than half and her head bobbed up and down like a machine. She sucked and licked his penis trying to imitate how he serviced her breasts.
When she heard his growl, she redoubled her efforts. Main reason was she wanted him to jerk-off his dirty liquid in her mouth and it would avoid the chance of him fucking her...despite everything she underwent, opening her legs to Gowda still troubled her mind. It wasn’t something she could even think of doing. She stopped once when she reached it's head, before her could made a complaining grunt, her tongue separated his foreskin and twirled around his cock-head, like her tongue was trapped between his naked flesh and it's skin.
"Aur, Saali...aaur zor-se...Khurram ne iso achhi tarah se sikhaya hai!" (More, Whore! Khurram, you trained this whore well. Yes, Woman...move it FASTER!), Gowda roared as he held her head in place.
Tanvi moved to a proper kneeling position making her ass arch up high at back, without leaving her mouth from his penis. Her knees hurt, but that was the last thing to address. The men behind came closer when her back arched, her rump widened and exposed her shaved pussy in all it's glimmering glory
"They wanted a show. I will give them one", a very bad thought came into her mind.
Tanvi turned to face Gowda properly. She looked up to his face and found amusement and pleasure written all over.
The hem of her cloth and all of it was bunched up high like a waist band at her torso with the pallu hanging down to the earth below. She settled into a position that she had come to love with Khurram...her ass spread wickedly, allowing her hairless asshole and shaved pussy to gape at once.
She heard the vulgar comments of approval from the men behind her. It made her mouth to redouble it's efforts on Gowda's tool.
For the men, it looked like a b-grade porn movie...but with a superstar woman starring in it. They couldn't stop enough of looking at the pinkish red folds of her pussy that was now dripping wet. As her butt-hole expanded with every downward flow of her head, their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they found a living woman with her private parts had such a skin tone.
Tanvi's tried to gulp the entire shaft in and out of her sloppy mouth, but couldn't. The based was thick, it's girth was larger than Khurram's. She tried coating it with her saliva, just like Gowda did to her breasts and nipples. Using her both hands, she kneaded and squeezed his balls.
For some unknown reason, she was fascinated by the odd proportion of his penis. His tool was of decent size that she could handle, but his balls, she thought that it was even bigger and heavier than Khurram's.
She worked on his shaft diligently, and his appreciating groans turned into a carnal fuel for her crazed brain. The lewd comments and curses at her from the men behind her added to that abnormal situation. Khurram saw her lower back arching down that made her ass open further and pussy slit to gape to the absolute pleasure for her audience.
When she did that, Tanvi opened her eyes and looked at Khurram and he caught her looking. She passed a clear message to him telling him that "you wanted a slut, here I am...performing like a real slut". She thrusted her tongue outside between her lip and his cock to slide it down to lick his ballsac as she came down to it's base.
Suddenly she couldn't move.
Gowda held her there...with her nose almost mashed to his smothered pubic bone and her tongue slicing over his scrotum with minimal movements, but she did it...all the while glancing and telling Khurram "look at me, I am no longer your..."
Gowda's grip reached a point when she couldn’t breathe. She tapped on Gowda's thighs and he still held her head down. With every seconds that passed, the men behind her saw how her asshole gaped and contracted matching with the lack of air in her chest.
Finally, with a winning grunt, Gowda released her head, but kept her mouth working on his cock. Her groaned loud when she reached up and repeated the sucking of his foreskin.
Then!
She felt it!
Her hands that were squishing and kneading his scrotum informed her mouth...about the payment of her oral efforts were about to be delivered.
Gowda's hands, both hands rested and held her head in place as his hips started to bounce a bit up and down, against her own movements. Tanvi's eyes were still on Khurram. She was showing him how Gowda's whore serviced him.
"AAAARRGHHH...AAARRGGHH", Gowda roared as his hands held her head at one place and he fucked her mouth. He started to jolt and thrust his hips fast, in a way making her surprise to see a man of his size moving with such ease.
"AAARGGH...LE-LE...POORA LE-LE!!" (TAKE IT WHORE...TAKE IT ALL!!), Gowda's hold on her head was making it too hard for her to move.
The men behind saw it clearly, the discomfort she felt was being conveyed at her rear end. Some of them were already squatting close to her back, looking at the silky vaginal lips clenching and releasing gooey, transparent drops to the ground below.
Gowda tried to push her to his penis-base, she couldn't expand her mouth further, just couldn't. The next moment her tongue sensed the first drop of the hot liquid spilled out, the first of many to come, her eyes closed and hands clamped over his huge testicles...and she kept her mouth clamped to the slicing cock...the flavor was bad, saltish with heavy sour in his cum, forcing her to spit it out immediately. But, the hold on her head made it impossible for Tanvi to move away. Instead, her ass gaped and pussy released a large globe of her transparent liquid outside and it dragged through her inner thighs.
With another roar, Gowda started to pump into her mouth. Tanvi was able to contain the first torrent in her mouth and the flavor shocked and surprised her...it was different from other cum she tasted...the second one hit as she heard another roar and this time she savored the thick liquid inside her mouth before gulping it into her gullet.
Everyone could easily see by her ragged breaths that she was getting close again, very close to cumming while her mouth serviced him like a real whore...
"Mhmmmm", Tanvi moaned as her hips pushed up further that made her pussy to gape. She felt her vaginal muscles clamping and widening to reach that fabulous edge. She felt it building inside that sinful tunnel and prepared mentally and physically for that release.
Gowda grasped Tanvi's head tightly, guiding her face closer on his throbbing shaft's base, as she continued to suck his engorged and pulsing penis.
With a thunderous growl, he erupted, causing her to feel his cock twitch inside her mouth. The initial spurt struck her throat and filled her mouth with a return moan from her.
The men behind stood wordlessly pumping their manhoods as they watched her pinkish red pussy widening along with her asshole contracting it's small ring.
As the powerful bursts hit her, her lips stretched to it's maximum trying to enguls the entire digit of Gowda inside her. Tanvi moaned with ecstatic tone as her lips once again tried to envelop the massive base of his cock as she sucked out the jutting cum inside her mouth.
Her hand squished and massaged his heavy sac, passively trying to coax the last drop of his filthy cum to be delivered to her hungry mouth.
Gowda's hands moved her head up and down with brutal force, and was amazed to see the young woman enduring all of it. Not even a single woman, whore or otherwise ever did it… drinking cum like her life depended on it. The cloth of Tanvi's. He continued to pour his essence into the woman's willing mouth.
Some of the men behind her had released their venom already, and few others tried their level best to speed up and spill theirs. But, the fact that every male eyes that were present were mesmerised by the sex-goddess who serviced a man orally like no other women did to them.
They all witnessed the fact that this whore actually loved sucking that cock...usually it never happened...even if they paid for sex, such wanton lust was never part of the sexual servicing...every single one of them wanted to have a go with this hot slut. They watched patiently till she finished Gowda.
And she did!
It took her a while to finally churn the last drop of him, but she did. She realized the actual reason behind his massive ballsac, it contained that much cum in it.
Tanvi finally drank the last drop of his seed till she felt his penis losing it's hardness. It was only after she sucked another few more rounds till she ensured that he was done, that she pulled back and removed her suction on his cock!
A heavy groan came out from Gowda when the suitable mouth released his penis.
"WAAH! Khurram, this one is a keeper. What a work of art this whore is...she knows how to satisfy a man like me. Look at this, I don't have a single drop left in me", Gowda pointed at his deflated penis and gave her few applauds. Then he slowly stood up covering his lifeless manhood inside his lungi.
Looking at the men who were unfinished and begging silently for his permission, Gowda laughed and updated. "Go on fuckers, give the whore what she needs"
Tanvi's brain froze at the words. "What the hell"
One of the men kneeled immediately behind her to start, and stopped suddenly when they all heard Gowda's next words.
"Agar maine kisi ko bhi is ranid ko haath lagate dekha ya marne ko koshish kiya mere se pehle, toh wo tumhari zindagi ki aakhri saans hogi. Chal, ab apna kachra gira iski gaand pe, dekh toh sahi kaisi laal ho gayi hai... thoda coating chahiye ispe... sharma mat... shuru ho ja" (If I see any of you touching this whore before I do, it will be the last breath you will take in your life. Now, drop your filth on her ass, look at it, so red... it needs some coating... don't be shy), Gowda chuckled and ordered the men who were desperately waiting for their chance.
Tanvi stayed in her ass-up position for two reasons. One, she wanted it to happen. Second, she was scared of the outcome if she allowed it to happen.
The next second Gowda's permission came, she felt hot liquid spraying on her buttocks, on her ass-cheeks, on her lower back, below her ass, on her thighs, right on her asshole...straight to her pulsing pussy lips along with carnal moans and screams and curses meant for her, calling her names, yelling at her shameless display...all of it.
One after other, the men who had unfinished business, deposited their loads on her back...within a minute, she felt the heaviness of their semen all over the burning area of her rump.
Tanvi sat on her shins and feet on the ground, her cloth crumbled, naked at top, naked at bottom, exposing everything to everyone, shame was long gone...her eyes blazed with carnal hunger...she wanted it to be answered in only one way she knew...the way of her windened horizon...she was ready for it...for a moment she regretted making such effort to make the Driver to cum in her mouth, if not he would be fucking her brains out in this open space.
She was ready for it...ready for everyone...in her mind, if any of the sex-crazed men who stood around made a move, she was ready to open her legs and accept...her mind and brain drifted past that stage of self-protection...she wanted one thing...and only thing...a man to finish her pussy's lust!
Ting!
Gowda picked his phone and read the message that just came.
Tanvi couldn’t turn her head because her hands were held firm by Khurram, pinning her down like a sacrifice.
As Gowda held her by her upper back by her shoulders, it stopped her from moving an inch, her body paralyzed except for her legs, which fluttered like a desperate swimmer trying to find a space to escape... but she couldn't.
A crack!
A loud crack!
A screeching yelp!
Everything happened with lightning speed!!
Tanvi screamed with all her might, her entire body arching violently against gravity, and she failed miserably to contain... that pain!
The SLAP on her upturned and naked ass fell on her meaty posterior rump like a blacksmith hitting heated metal with his heaviest hammer!
It was a sound of absolute possession and degradation.
"NOO-PLLEEEEEESSE-NOOOOO", the searing burn on her cushiony, soft and exposed ass-cheeks was something her brain simply failed to process.
Khurram had slapped her ass a few times before -'yes' and they were hard and heavy, but this one from Gowda surpassed all the previous ones because his strike carried the weight of his irritation and pure, and uncouth rage.
A clear, angry print of his massive right hand formed with a deep red tone on her glowing yellow rump, a public branding of her new status as the new slut - Chikni!
The moment his hand landed the first death blow to her poor ass, Tanvi realized the hard fact. Gowda was a monster, and he was not going to let her away without having his way with her...that point got confirmed in her head...tears fell out of her eyes as her ass-cheeks clenched hard against each other to stop the searing burn on her burning skin. She cried like never before.
Worse was the encouraging laughter from the men behind her with encouragement for more!
"Randi!" (Whore!), Gowda shouted loudly as he watched the young where's amazingly shaped body arching and every second he looked at her fair skin tone and the perfect round of her ass, his penis started to become hard and the need to punish her ran in his head at double speed.
"SSLLAAAPPP!!!", another blow made one more loud crack in the silence of the night while Gowda delivered his second slap on her ass-cheeks, right over the exact place where his first blow landed.
"EEEEESSS-PLLEEEEEESE-PLEEESS", Tanvi hollered with her body jolting and arching upwards further along with both her legs trying to tilt up to contain the scorching heat that burned her butt-cheeks again.
Tears ran past and she saw the drops falling to ground below her.
Devki was already kneading and squeezing her own breasts unabashedly as the atmosphere changed from being sleazy to carnal within moments after Gowda started his entertainment using the slut that Khurram brought in that night.
The men called her whore and slut and every other curse words they could muster but remained where they stood.
Everyone had their manhoods out and were feverishly shagging while closely watching such a fair woman getting punished, and her ass clenching and unclenching to contain the pain.
Gowda was transfixed at the way the young woman's marvellously curved and shapely ass bounced and wobbled with his slaps. It was the most erotic sight he came across in all the years of his sexual loitering. The moment he laid eyes on Tanvi, he had his mind made up, on how many varieties that he was going to made her squeal, and this was only the start of it.
"OUUUUUWWW-PLEEEESS-NOOUUU", Tanvi howled when the third blow landed right where her ass stopped, exactly over her hamstrings...on both legs...creating scorching pain to her entire legs and muscle density that made her breath to get caught and she choked hard.
She felt the absolute, crushing weight of her own degradation, her skin slick with a mixture of terror and the oppressive heat of the hut.
Her heart sank further into deeper darkness of helplessness as she slowly recognised that she was really becoming the slut they wanted her to be - 'Chikni' the whore.
Gowda's lips curled into a diabolically heinous smile as he watched her pussy lips gaping and closing sporadically to contain the searing pain he had just landed on her. He took a slow, deliberate look at the transfixed men who were encouraging him, their eyes bloodshot and fixed on her shivering form as they pumped their hard-ons shamelessly at the woman shrieking for mercy.
"Mausi, aisi gapa-gap randi pehle kabhi nahi layi tu!" (Mausi, you never brought a high-speed whore like this bitch before!), one of the laborers yelped, his voice thick with lust.
"Hamein bhi ek chance de na, Mausi! Iska paani nikaalna hai aaj" (Give us a chance too, Mausi! We have to drain her today), another man chidded in, leaning forward to get a better view of her exposed, shaking frame.
"Dekh saali ka ganda pichwada, kitna bhari hai re!" (Look at the slut's dirty ass, how huge it is!)
"Abe, ye toh rone ka natak kar rahi hai, asli mein toh ise maza aa raha hai... aur laga isko!" (Arrey, she’s just acting like she's crying, she’s actually enjoying it... give it to her more!)
"Uski gaand dekh-re chomu! (Look at her slutty ass!)
"Ooh... aur maar... aur zor se chatka is haramzaadi ko, Gowda saab!!" (Ooh... more... more... slap this whore even harder, Gowda saab!!)
"Ek mauka, Devki Mausi... ek mauka mere liye bhi" (One chance, Devki Mausi... one chance for me too), a younger worker pleaded, his eyes locked on the red handprint blooming on her yellow skin.
Tanvi heard all of it between her sobs and cries carrying her desperation and futile tries to wiggle free.
Her body was trapped... totally... unequivocally tied in constraints made by the calloused, grease-stained hands of Gowda, the Driver. Every filthy word from the men felt like a fresh layer of slime over her soul.
"SLAAAAPPP... SLAAAP... SLAP!", three more stinging blows detonated against her ass, lower back, covering her both glutes to it's entirety.
One landed full on her right ass-cheek, the second on her left ass-meat, and the third right at her core... severe... sharp... focused... heavyweight spanks covering every inch of her abused backside!
"KHUURRRAAAMMMJEEEEEEEEE!", Tanvi’s head shot up in an extreme upward tilt, beseeching with the appeal of her lifetime... trying to reason, to plead, to beg for help from the man who had brought her to this altar of filth.
Nothing!
Her palms squeezed Khurram's thigh with all her power to make him do something to help.
Nothing!
"Dekh isse. Pura lund-ka-maza le rahi hai tu, haina re gandi randi?" (Look at her. You're taking the full pleasure of the dick, aren't you, you dirty whore?), Gowda growled cruelly, ignoring her cries for help as he savored the vibration of her screams against his thighs.
Nothing happened, except the scalding scorch and agonizing pain on her abused bottom, along with a loud, rhythmic howls of sleazy encouragement that made her feel like she was nothing but a piece of meat to quench their filthy depravity... nothing else... just a slut to fulfil the carnal needs of the men watching her desperation.
A second passed, and she felt a fleeting ray of hope when Gowda finally paused, his heavy hand hovering over her deeply welted, red-raw skin.
Tanvi's last hope was Khurram to help and when it never came, her heart stopped and it made her think in ways of unimaginable things.
She thought what would happen to her children if she was never able to escape from this place. Her life...as she realized in past hour or so, she was a slut, a whore who was brought to this place to answer the sexual solicitations of whoever wished to exploit her body...nothing more than a piece of meat...her upbringing...her education...her social status...her chastity...nothing mattered to anyone who was present with her at that moment...all of this started few startling effects in her body, unknown to her mind.
All hope flew away when her ass sensed the air above her moving...as Gowda's hand rose high up...with a cruel twitch on his hips, it came down...men and Devki watched it happening like a slow-motion movie...his hard palm landed right at the same point where the last slap was placed...at the exact split of her ass-cheeks...hitting straight to the starting bone of her vertibrae...passing an electric jolt of massive weight through her spine to her head and ended into the deepest core of her pussy!
"Abe teri! Iski ganda randi-pattal toh dekh... behanchod!" (Shit! Look at her filthy whore-pussy... Shit!), one of the men yelled, his voice cracking with a frantic, low-class hunger as he pointed between her splayed thighs.
"Arrey, ye kutiya toh bazaaroo randi se bhi gandi hai!" (This bitch is dirtier than a market slut!), another voice chimed in, followed by a chorus of degrading whistles.
"Wah! Abhi pel doon isko, aur bilkul ghodi jaise hinhinayegi ye!" (Wow! I would fuck her right now, and make her squeal like a real bitch!)
"KOI NAHI CHUEGA ISKO, SAMAJH MEIN AAYA?" (NO ONE WILL TOUCH HER, UNDERSTAND?), Gowda roared, his voice went through the air like blade that cut through it's invisible membranes. The crowd went silent for a heartbeat, but the air remained thick with their heavy, rhythmic breathing.
"Kaisa majboot randi hai re bhai! Thappad khake iska pani nikal raha hai! Main bhi thappad maroon iski chut pe? Karne do na Gowdaji!" (What a whore she is my God! She is cumming when she gets those nice slaps! I can slap her cunt! Let me do it Gowdaji please?)
Tanvi was beyond the phase of being mortified. The enormity of it hit her conscious like a sharp knife on the butter and the cruel fact that she was creaming made it all worse. She was miserably aware that her body responded to all this filth. Despite the painful punishment, her pussy was the only part of her that seemed to accept the reality, responding with a shameful, rhythmic throb.
She felt a trail... a mild movement on her lower back, making her squeal loudly. Gowda, hearing the cheering, was piqued to realize the "whore" was responding. His thick fingers grazed her hindside, exactly where her cheeks started to split, trailing down and making her wiggles and protests turn into desperate shudders.
Gowda snarled. "Dekhte hain tere in do tangon ke beech kya chhupa hai," (Let's see what you are hiding between your two legs), he laughed loudly. His hand left her ass-crack and went straight for her sex, giving a long, hard massage to her smothered pussy-slit.
Tanvi’s hips jolted, her legs clamping tight in a reflexive, useless attempt to stop him.
"Wah... ye kuch naya hai," (this is new!), he grunted. "Ruk, acche se check karne de." (Wait, let me check properly).
"AAAAAOOUUWW!", er scream was blood-curdling as Gowda landed a hard, heavy blow covering both her ass globes. Tanvi's legs splayed wide as she buckled under the cauterizing burn. In those seconds, her brain completely missed what was coming next.
"Aaaeeeeeiii-pleeeeese-no-nooo!" she wailed as her pussy announced an intruder.
Gowda laughed as his thick, calloused fingers, two of them, dug into the slippery hole that was helplessly gaped. He moved them with a machine-gun speed that stole her breath.
"Randi aurat! Tu hi asli bazaar randi hai, pata hai na, Chokkri? Is chut ka kya haal hone wala hai tujhe andaza bhi nahi hai..." (Fucking bitch! You are the real slut, you know it, Girl? You have no idea what is coming to this cunt... you know that?), he muttered. Suddenly, he stopped.
Her hips kept bucking involuntarily in the rhythm he had set.
"Saali! Tune ye kamaya nahi hai, mila hai tujhe, samjhi?" (Slut! You didn't earn it, you got it, understand?), Gowda growled. He saw her knees bending, her feet dangling in the air with toes curling. Her ass wobbled at an obscene angle, tilting upwards to find his hand again.
Gowda wanted to see her in pain. "Shadi-shuda hai kya, Chokkri?" (Are you married, Woman?)
"I asked, SHAADI-SHUDA HAI KYA?" (ARE YOU MARRIED?), he snorted loudly.
"YAASSSS!"
"Tera mard kahan hai?" (Where is your man?)
"No..."
"KYA???" (WHAT???)
"He... he is not with me."
"AUR BACHE?" (AND CHILDREN?), Gowda’s fingers dived back in, punishing her.
"TWO... TWO... SSSTOOPPPPP...PLLEEEEEESE!" Tanvi’s hips arched further, her feet splaying in mid-air.
"KITNE GAANDUON NE TERI IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO MAARA HAI AB TAK, RANDI??" (HOW MANY ASSHOLES FUCKED YOUR MARRIED CUNT TILL NOW, WHORE??)
"TWO... TWOOO... MY HUSBAND AND KHURRAMJI ONLYYYY!" she hollered. The truth was ripped out of her, accompanied by the audible sploshes of her release.
Gowda pulled his fingers away, giving the men a clear view of her gaping, pinkish-red cunt-hole. They moaned and whined at the sight. Tanvi whimpered as he left her, her body mourning the thick, skillful touch of his fingers.
"AAHA... TO SIRF DO MARDO KO MAUKA MILA IS SHAADI-SHUDA CHUT KO CHODNE KA... BADHIYA HAI. AUR AB, IS CHED KA KYA? KITNO NE IS GANDE CHED KO MAARA HAI, RANDI?" (AAH...GOOD-GOOD... SO ONLY TWO MEN GOT THE CHANCE TO FUCK THIS MARRIED CUNT... THAT'S VERY GOOD. AND NOW, WHAT ABOUT THIS HOLE? HOW MANY FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE OF YOURS, SLUT?)
Gowda smeared her own juices over her clenched anus, pressing hard.
"NOO... PLEEESE... NOOOT-THERE-NOT-THEEERE!!!"
Gowda smirked at Khurram and Devki, then he moved his thumb.
"AAARGHH-OOUUUUWWW-PLEEEESE-NO!"
He thrusted the thick stump of his thumb into her puckered asshole, tearing past its elasticity in a second.
Tanvi felt a burn far worse than anything on the train. She recalled looking at the half-torn thumb that looked like a small hammer-head earlier.
"OOOUUUW!" she yelled as he pulled out and slammed back in, using her own pussy juice as a cruel lubricant.
"SACH BATA! IS GANDI GHADDA KO KIS KIS NE CHODA AB-TAK?" (TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHO ALL FUCKED THIS DIRTY HOLE TILL NOW?)
"NO-ONE-GOWDAAAJEEE-NO-ONE!"
"AAJ SE YE MERA HAI, RANDI, SAMJHI?" (FROM TODAY, IT IS MINE, WHORE, UNDERSTAND?)
"YESS-YEEEESSS!" she cried.
"Aaj se tu meri randi hai, ye sharir mera hai," (From today you are my slut, this body is mine), he roared.
"Yesss.... you own me... yeess... please stopp..."
"Suna, Khurram? (You heard her, Khurram?)..."Bol rahi hai ke iski malik aaj se mai hoon!" (She says I own her from now on. How is it?), Gowda leered. Khurram just watched.
Tanvi's head was filled with screams and curses directed to Khurram for not stepping in to help her. But the damage was already done.
"Itna jaldi nahin, Saali!" (You don't get that easy, whore)", Gowda made another growl over her head making her brain turn into a hell of primal sex...only her pussy mattered...for every unknown reason, the wrong things that Gowda gave her, she cursed her pussy for enjoying silently.
He pulled out of her butt-hole...one hard pull from her rectum!
Tanvi sobbed with a loud screech, first at relief, then at his pause, and finally her voice carried the disappointment of not getting the release which the Boar Gowda built.
Her ass arched and fell, but instead of closing her legs locked to protect her sex, she left them splayed, allowing every male eyes to have their lust quenched in whichever possible manner.
Again, the scorching hell restarted on the poor, battered mother of two.
Gowda's hand moved in a rhythm that his depraved mind held.
Slaps after slaps!
Followed by screams after each!
Accompanied by curses from the men edging her pussy onward!
Tanvi felt her consciousness leaving her when the pain and burn of the mad man's slaps turned into something that she just couldn’t bear anymore. She wasn't built for something like this. Even if she was, Gowda was hell-bound to break all the whores that he punished to blackout in pain and suffocation...it was his thing.
Gowda couldn't have enough of delivering hard blows on the magnificent ass of the woman who cried and screeched under his hold. The bounce of her ass-cheeks were so erotic that he wished to continue till his hand gets tired.
The ass that Tanvi shaped through her hard work at Gym, the glutes that she shaped under Khurram's regime, the legs that she toned with her daily runs, the once beautiful feet that she maintained with extra care...all of it...ruined!
Gowda's brain was already racing with plans on variety of performances that he kept in store for this hot whore. At first, he thought her to be a woman who would cry and do just as he asked, a submissive one but she turned out to be a fighter, and it elevated his criminally insane mind to a place that he himself was amused of...he looked at the deep reddish welts that formed almost everywhere on her fair skin. Her back was still her own natural pale yellow, but from her lower back till knees, it was deep red...imprints of his palm all over!
Three things Tanvi's semi-consciousness registered.
First, despite the bulk of his belly, hefty build of body, and his age, Gowda was agile, he was able to move himself all over her length with an ease of an animal.
Second, the hardness of his erection which wasn't there at first when he pulled her onto his lap, but with each howl of her desperation, she felt his slaps increasing it's rigidity, and when he punished her pussy, his penis-head started to poke her belly, and finally when his non-stop stabs on her ass restarted, the hardness of his shaft was unmistakably thrusting itself against her soft torso.
Third, and final, despite the excruciating pain and burn of her butt-cheeks, the encouraging curses calling her the whore of the town and slut for free-use made her pussy to work on it's own accord, churning it's insides to create a whole different type of spasms over her whole body.
She was having an orgasm!
Her brain blacked out as all her screams subsided at one particular moment!
Gowda stopped himself when he noticed the outcome of his intention was fully accomplished...the whore finally blacked out!
Gowda took a good look around. Khurram had the same indifference on his face. Devki's face was clearly had the grin expressing her amusement and her body was jolting from her frigging. And the guys, a bit disappointed at their hot whore being unconscious state, but still as she was naked, their cocks remained hard.
However, the only thing his carnally retarded brain reminded was his own erection, his cock was rock hard and engorged...ready and waiting for it's adventure!
"Uth randi! UTH-SAALI! (Wake up whore! WAKE-UP-SMOOTH-BITCH!)", Gowda shouted as he slapped her ass few times, not hard as earlier, but enough for her brain to rewire back into the present. The stinging vibration on her bruised cheeks forced her eyes open to the sight of the grease-stained ground and the men watching from the shadows.
"Please, Gowdaji, stop it, I beg you," she cried, her voice cracking with the most sincere, shattered desperation she had ever felt.
"Toh jawaab de na, kya degi tu? (Answer me then, what are you offering?)", he asked again with his ruthless tone, his fingers tightening in her hair to pull her head back.
"Ji.. anything... lekin please mujhe aur mat maaro... please Gowdaji... (but, please I beg you to stop hitting me... please, Gowdaji)," Tanvi sobbed. At this point, the Senior Contracts Professional had vanished; she was just a broken woman who would agree to any depravity as long as her battered bottom was spared from his sodomizing hand.
"Chal, ab lag raha hai ki dimaakh thikane pe aaya tera. Khadi ho ja saali! (Alright, now I see you understand me clearly. Get up you slut!)", he barked and pushed her from his lap with a callous shove.
Tanvi fell hard on her side, landing at his feet in the grime of the clearing. The cold, oily dirt of the slum pressed against her olive skin, a final insult to her shattered dignity.
"Ab mujhe vasooli chahiye, Chokkri, (Now, I need repayment, Woman)," he dragged his right hand fingers on her chin, forcing her to look up into his dark, predatory face, making her shudder and tremble with a new wave of fear.
"Tujhe pata hai kya karna hai... (You know what to do)," he gave a smile that made her blood run cold, a smile that conveyed exactly what he was asking for because his eyes were fixed on the opening of his trousers.
Tanvi looked at Khurram one last time to know if he was going to help her. But, the answer was a clear 'No'.
She didn't care and bothered to cover her exposed body as she sat on the chair. People around here gawked and gulped at the sight. Her fair and flawless skin glimmered with the copious saliva that Gowda smothered over. Her lower bottom had the deep red tone and the yellow light made it more erotic for them. One of the men couldn't stop as he yanked his hard-on and continued to shag by throwing cursed and filthy words at her.
With a groan of submission, Tanvi leaned forward to meet her fate. She sat up on her shins and finally took the courage to look up at Gowda's face.
Immediately, Gowda thrusted his hips forward with a winning laugh, that was directly thrown at Khurram.
The moment she sat, her ass rested on her legs and feet. The dress had already rode up and was crumbled at her navel.
Ting!
"Ek minute, Chokkri" (One minute Woman, hold it", Gowda picked his phone and read the message. He let out a disappointed grunt and kept the phone back into his shirt pocket. "Saala Kashi", he paused a moment in thought.
"Aah, kidhar the hum, randi? (Where were we, whore?)
"Ji...?"
"Arrey arroyo...sharmao mat. Tumhe maloom hai mujhe kya chayiye, saali!)" (Common...don't be shy. You know what I want from you, slut), Gowda barked and that made the men behind her roar with mocking laughter.
Tanvi knew what he meant. And in a second, it flashed into her head that best way to make this boarish animal-man was to make him cum. Her ass burned, and she felt the pain rising up by each passing second. She was ready to do anything...to stop him...
Tanvi leaned forward with her head reaching near his lungi opening.
She took a sniff.
Filthy...his groin had foul smell of dirty urine. She parted his lungi from one side. She got a glimpse of what was ahead and winced by thinking to how low she had fallen in Khurram's hands.
A woman of status, a woman who carried her chastity as her most important moral, a woman who respected her social and personal boundaries, a woman who cared for others...was now sitting next to a rowdy driver with his filthy penis about to violate her and exposing her nakedness willingly to a crowd of lower than low-class men who consider female body to be used only for sex.
Gowda's impatient grunt from above took her back to the task in hand. By this time, the cold air of the night had spread over Tanvi's exposed bottom. The cloth was now crumbled to her waist, with it's hem hardly protecting what it was supposed to.
Tanvi's hand found the other side of Gowda's lungi and separated it to expose what was inside of it...and all the onlookers watched it happening, except Khurram who sat in silence. The cold air felt like pin-pricks over her entire bottom where red and angry welts of Gowda's hands remained. Her mind couldn't give any justice to stop that severe tinge on her ass and legs. Her focus was somewhere else.
The stench!
The foul odour of urine!
The penis itself!
Tanvi failed to make another move for few seconds till another impatient grunt came from above her head once again. She leaned on Gowda's thighs for support as her right hand sliced forward and took hold of the base of his penis. She took a moment to look at it closely and inhaled it's dirty odour that came from tobl be abhorrently excessive.
His tool had an odd shape that Tanvi never came across earlier. The shaft had heavy foreskin that was crumpled at it's head. His penis-head was not round like Khurram's and wasn't handy like her husband's, it had an oval shape and was darker than his body, more like it was painted black, a very dirty black. It was long, more than her husband and was thick but she could grip it inside her long fingers.
The odd part was his cock was it's angle and how it stood, it was curved, not mildly, but really semi-curved as it pulsed in her hand. It has veins all over it, not like any others that she serviced till that night. Each of it's veins protruding with blood pumping over, and it felt like multiple bumps all through it's length and breadth.
Another grunt, and a tap on her head.
Tanvi's lips parted, mouth widened, and head went down over Gowda's man-thing.
She heard an approving groan as the vacuum of her hot mouth transpired it's heavenly pleasure the man named Gowda. It was the urine flavor that repulsed and made her choke on his penis. It was bitter, hard and musky, she didn't like it. But, as fate not giving her a choice, she lathered it immediately using her saliva and tried to remove that urine taste from his thing.
The men were now closer than ever, almost everyone was standing and most of them had their tools out and shagging hard. One man came a bit more forward and sat behind her...
Devki watched every one of them closely. She was making sure that no one made a move that would disrupt the harmony she placed. Her smile widened when she looked at the man who was seated behind Tanvi.
The man was drooling at both sides of his lips as his eyes drank the sight of hairless holes of sexiest woman he ever met in his life. His hand was working furiously up and down on his engorged penis.
"Yeh to sach main Chikni hai bhai, dekh dekh, poora saaf hai iski!!!", (She's really a Chikni, look, she's bald everywhere!!!), the man exclaimed loudly, and two more joined where he sat. Being shameless was nothing for such people. As the two guys came and stood next to their friend, he showed her ass that was now clearly exposed and also her pussy that was clearly open to public viewing.
"Hmmmrfff...zor-se, Chokkri...aur zor-se" (Faster slut, move your damn mouth faster!), Tanvi was already gulping the shaft more than half and her head bobbed up and down like a machine. She sucked and licked his penis trying to imitate how he serviced her breasts.
When she heard his growl, she redoubled her efforts. Main reason was she wanted him to jerk-off his dirty liquid in her mouth and it would avoid the chance of him fucking her...despite everything she underwent, opening her legs to Gowda still troubled her mind. It wasn’t something she could even think of doing. She stopped once when she reached it's head, before her could made a complaining grunt, her tongue separated his foreskin and twirled around his cock-head, like her tongue was trapped between his naked flesh and it's skin.
"Aur, Saali...aaur zor-se...Khurram ne iso achhi tarah se sikhaya hai!" (More, Whore! Khurram, you trained this whore well. Yes, Woman...move it FASTER!), Gowda roared as he held her head in place.
Tanvi moved to a proper kneeling position making her ass arch up high at back, without leaving her mouth from his penis. Her knees hurt, but that was the last thing to address. The men behind came closer when her back arched, her rump widened and exposed her shaved pussy in all it's glimmering glory
"They wanted a show. I will give them one", a very bad thought came into her mind.
Tanvi turned to face Gowda properly. She looked up to his face and found amusement and pleasure written all over.
The hem of her cloth and all of it was bunched up high like a waist band at her torso with the pallu hanging down to the earth below. She settled into a position that she had come to love with Khurram...her ass spread wickedly, allowing her hairless asshole and shaved pussy to gape at once.
She heard the vulgar comments of approval from the men behind her. It made her mouth to redouble it's efforts on Gowda's tool.
For the men, it looked like a b-grade porn movie...but with a superstar woman starring in it. They couldn't stop enough of looking at the pinkish red folds of her pussy that was now dripping wet. As her butt-hole expanded with every downward flow of her head, their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they found a living woman with her private parts had such a skin tone.
Tanvi's tried to gulp the entire shaft in and out of her sloppy mouth, but couldn't. The based was thick, it's girth was larger than Khurram's. She tried coating it with her saliva, just like Gowda did to her breasts and nipples. Using her both hands, she kneaded and squeezed his balls.
For some unknown reason, she was fascinated by the odd proportion of his penis. His tool was of decent size that she could handle, but his balls, she thought that it was even bigger and heavier than Khurram's.
She worked on his shaft diligently, and his appreciating groans turned into a carnal fuel for her crazed brain. The lewd comments and curses at her from the men behind her added to that abnormal situation. Khurram saw her lower back arching down that made her ass open further and pussy slit to gape to the absolute pleasure for her audience.
When she did that, Tanvi opened her eyes and looked at Khurram and he caught her looking. She passed a clear message to him telling him that "you wanted a slut, here I am...performing like a real slut". She thrusted her tongue outside between her lip and his cock to slide it down to lick his ballsac as she came down to it's base.
Suddenly she couldn't move.
Gowda held her there...with her nose almost mashed to his smothered pubic bone and her tongue slicing over his scrotum with minimal movements, but she did it...all the while glancing and telling Khurram "look at me, I am no longer your..."
Gowda's grip reached a point when she couldn’t breathe. She tapped on Gowda's thighs and he still held her head down. With every seconds that passed, the men behind her saw how her asshole gaped and contracted matching with the lack of air in her chest.
Finally, with a winning grunt, Gowda released her head, but kept her mouth working on his cock. Her groaned loud when she reached up and repeated the sucking of his foreskin.
Then!
She felt it!
Her hands that were squishing and kneading his scrotum informed her mouth...about the payment of her oral efforts were about to be delivered.
Gowda's hands, both hands rested and held her head in place as his hips started to bounce a bit up and down, against her own movements. Tanvi's eyes were still on Khurram. She was showing him how Gowda's whore serviced him.
"AAAARRGHHH...AAARRGGHH", Gowda roared as his hands held her head at one place and he fucked her mouth. He started to jolt and thrust his hips fast, in a way making her surprise to see a man of his size moving with such ease.
"AAARGGH...LE-LE...POORA LE-LE!!" (TAKE IT WHORE...TAKE IT ALL!!), Gowda's hold on her head was making it too hard for her to move.
The men behind saw it clearly, the discomfort she felt was being conveyed at her rear end. Some of them were already squatting close to her back, looking at the silky vaginal lips clenching and releasing gooey, transparent drops to the ground below.
Gowda tried to push her to his penis-base, she couldn't expand her mouth further, just couldn't. The next moment her tongue sensed the first drop of the hot liquid spilled out, the first of many to come, her eyes closed and hands clamped over his huge testicles...and she kept her mouth clamped to the slicing cock...the flavor was bad, saltish with heavy sour in his cum, forcing her to spit it out immediately. But, the hold on her head made it impossible for Tanvi to move away. Instead, her ass gaped and pussy released a large globe of her transparent liquid outside and it dragged through her inner thighs.
With another roar, Gowda started to pump into her mouth. Tanvi was able to contain the first torrent in her mouth and the flavor shocked and surprised her...it was different from other cum she tasted...the second one hit as she heard another roar and this time she savored the thick liquid inside her mouth before gulping it into her gullet.
Everyone could easily see by her ragged breaths that she was getting close again, very close to cumming while her mouth serviced him like a real whore...
"Mhmmmm", Tanvi moaned as her hips pushed up further that made her pussy to gape. She felt her vaginal muscles clamping and widening to reach that fabulous edge. She felt it building inside that sinful tunnel and prepared mentally and physically for that release.
Gowda grasped Tanvi's head tightly, guiding her face closer on his throbbing shaft's base, as she continued to suck his engorged and pulsing penis.
With a thunderous growl, he erupted, causing her to feel his cock twitch inside her mouth. The initial spurt struck her throat and filled her mouth with a return moan from her.
The men behind stood wordlessly pumping their manhoods as they watched her pinkish red pussy widening along with her asshole contracting it's small ring.
As the powerful bursts hit her, her lips stretched to it's maximum trying to enguls the entire digit of Gowda inside her. Tanvi moaned with ecstatic tone as her lips once again tried to envelop the massive base of his cock as she sucked out the jutting cum inside her mouth.
Her hand squished and massaged his heavy sac, passively trying to coax the last drop of his filthy cum to be delivered to her hungry mouth.
Gowda's hands moved her head up and down with brutal force, and was amazed to see the young woman enduring all of it. Not even a single woman, whore or otherwise ever did it… drinking cum like her life depended on it. The cloth of Tanvi's. He continued to pour his essence into the woman's willing mouth.
Some of the men behind her had released their venom already, and few others tried their level best to speed up and spill theirs. But, the fact that every male eyes that were present were mesmerised by the sex-goddess who serviced a man orally like no other women did to them.
They all witnessed the fact that this whore actually loved sucking that cock...usually it never happened...even if they paid for sex, such wanton lust was never part of the sexual servicing...every single one of them wanted to have a go with this hot slut. They watched patiently till she finished Gowda.
And she did!
It took her a while to finally churn the last drop of him, but she did. She realized the actual reason behind his massive ballsac, it contained that much cum in it.
Tanvi finally drank the last drop of his seed till she felt his penis losing it's hardness. It was only after she sucked another few more rounds till she ensured that he was done, that she pulled back and removed her suction on his cock!
A heavy groan came out from Gowda when the suitable mouth released his penis.
"WAAH! Khurram, this one is a keeper. What a work of art this whore is...she knows how to satisfy a man like me. Look at this, I don't have a single drop left in me", Gowda pointed at his deflated penis and gave her few applauds. Then he slowly stood up covering his lifeless manhood inside his lungi.
Looking at the men who were unfinished and begging silently for his permission, Gowda laughed and updated. "Go on fuckers, give the whore what she needs"
Tanvi's brain froze at the words. "What the hell"
One of the men kneeled immediately behind her to start, and stopped suddenly when they all heard Gowda's next words.
"Agar maine kisi ko bhi is ranid ko haath lagate dekha ya marne ko koshish kiya mere se pehle, toh wo tumhari zindagi ki aakhri saans hogi. Chal, ab apna kachra gira iski gaand pe, dekh toh sahi kaisi laal ho gayi hai... thoda coating chahiye ispe... sharma mat... shuru ho ja" (If I see any of you touching this whore before I do, it will be the last breath you will take in your life. Now, drop your filth on her ass, look at it, so red... it needs some coating... don't be shy), Gowda chuckled and ordered the men who were desperately waiting for their chance.
Tanvi stayed in her ass-up position for two reasons. One, she wanted it to happen. Second, she was scared of the outcome if she allowed it to happen.
The next second Gowda's permission came, she felt hot liquid spraying on her buttocks, on her ass-cheeks, on her lower back, below her ass, on her thighs, right on her asshole...straight to her pulsing pussy lips along with carnal moans and screams and curses meant for her, calling her names, yelling at her shameless display...all of it.
One after other, the men who had unfinished business, deposited their loads on her back...within a minute, she felt the heaviness of their semen all over the burning area of her rump.
Tanvi sat on her shins and feet on the ground, her cloth crumbled, naked at top, naked at bottom, exposing everything to everyone, shame was long gone...her eyes blazed with carnal hunger...she wanted it to be answered in only one way she knew...the way of her windened horizon...she was ready for it...for a moment she regretted making such effort to make the Driver to cum in her mouth, if not he would be fucking her brains out in this open space.
She was ready for it...ready for everyone...in her mind, if any of the sex-crazed men who stood around made a move, she was ready to open her legs and accept...her mind and brain drifted past that stage of self-protection...she wanted one thing...and only thing...a man to finish her pussy's lust!
Ting!
Gowda picked his phone and read the message that just came.
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