03-01-2019, 11:27 PM
“Prashna vicharla ki tyache uttar dyayche….samajla ka raand? (When you’re asked a question…you have to provide an answer. Do you understand that, you whore bitch?)”, Mr. Rathod spoke this time trying to establish his authority. When Richa continued looking down, she was slapped one more time by Mr. Rathod. “To kay bol la te kalale ka?(Did you understand what he said?)”, shouted Mr. Tawde. “Marathi kalta ka re bhadvi la? (Does she understand Marathis?)”, Mr. Rathod asked Mr. Patil. No response from her infuriated Mr. Patil further and he unleashed a second strong slap on the other side of her face and asked her, “Bolnar ki nahi?(Won’t you talk?)”.
“Haan! (Yes!)”, my wife responded fairly quick this time. They all smiled at this. Richa knew it was just the beginning of her degradation for the reminder of time. But she tried to stay calm and composed to ensure there weren’t any complaints to Ranabhir.
“Ata bol….ratra bhar thambnar ka tu? (Tell us if you can stay overnight?)”, asked Mr. Patil.
“Nahi...ghar jana hai….Ranabhir Sir ne bola tha ki wo 8:30 baje yahan se pick karenge. (No. I need to go home. Ranabhir Sir said he will pick me up at 8:30)”, my wife answered instantly.
“kuthun aliye kuthun hee?(Where does she come from?)”, asked Mr. Rathod.
Before Richa could answer, Mr. Patil responded to him. “Ranabhir la bus madhe bhetli ekda. To mhanala ki patkan zavayla tayaar zali. Ani fakta zavat nahi…sagla kahi gupchup karun dete… ek divashi mazya kade gheun ala hota… me zavun ghetla ani nantar gaand vagaire pan chatun ghetli… Aaj mala tiche boche and mummay fodun kadhayche ahet….baghu kiti sahan karte te…. Ranabhir bol la ahe…bindhas foda mhanun. (Ranabhir met her in a bus once while travelling. He said she was an easy prey, agreed to screw easily. He has tried her not just for screwing but a lot of other things too and she cooperates without resistance. When Ranabhir brought her here last time, I first screwed her hard and then had her lick my body, even my asshole and she did well. Today I am going to taste her pain quotient. Ranabhir said I could try anything. I am going to try spanking her bums and breasts.)”. Richa could see both Mr. Tawde and Mr. Rathod was awestruck hearing what Mr. Patil said. But she was more worried knowing his intentions.
Mr. Patil continued, “Rahayla….XXXX madhe ahe…ani changli nokri pan ahe…XXXX madhe….mahit nahi kasha kay randi giri karayla tayar zali….Ranabhir la manle pahije! (She stays in XXXX and has a good job too. She work in XXXX company. I wonder how this sluttiness was discovered. Kudos to Ranabhir!),” Richa could understand it but the laughter that followed Mr. Patil’s words humiliated her even further. The conversation and information about my wife’s background probably encounraged the men more.
Mr. Tawde pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. He asked Richa, “Mag…jar Ranabhir mhanala tar ratra bhar rahshil na ithe? (So, if Ranabhir asks you to spend the night here. Would you?)”. Before Richa could react he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to answer, “Nahi Sir, mushkil hai. Maine ghar pe bataya nahi hai. (No sir, it would be difficult as I have informed home that I will return by 9)”. As soon as she finished, Mr. Rathod slapped her bums from behind. “Chup saali! (Shut up you bitch!)”, he shouted in a relatively angrier tone. Richa was really getting worried at this but then she was pulled over by Mr. Patil again. He spitted on face and pulled her closer. He started smothering her face with his saliva and spoke, “Jau de salya no. aaj tumhi patkan zavun ghya ani me zodun ghetto. Mag next time Ranabhir la sangu apan…jar aaj mazaa ali tar!(Come on you rascals. Spare her this time. But never mind… we will still cover your screwing and my spanking. We will ask Ranabhir for longer duration next time….offcourse based on how she performs today!)”.
Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to hear Patil saab.
Mr. Tawde pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. He asked Richa, “Mag…jar Ranabhir mhanala tar ratra bhar rahshil na ithe? (So, if Ranabhir asks you to spend the night here. Would you?)”. Before Richa could react he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to answer, “Nahi Sir, mushkil hai. Maine ghar pe bataya nahi hai. (No sir, it would be difficult as I have informed home that I will return by 9)”. As soon as she finished, Mr. Rathod slapped her bums from behind. “Chup saali! (Shut up you bitch!)”, he shouted in a relatively angrier tone. Richa was really getting worried at this but then she was pulled over by Mr. Patil again. He spitted on face and pulled her closer. He started smothering her face with his saliva and spoke, “Jau de salya no. aaj tumhi patkan zavun ghya ani me zodun ghetto. Mag next time Ranabhir la sangu apan…jar aaj mazaa ali tar!(Come on you rascals. Spare her this time. But never mind… we will still cover your screwing and my spanking. We will ask Ranabhir for longer duration next time….offcourse based on how she performs today!)”.
Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to know that she was going home. As she tried to settle in Mr. Patil’s lap, he pressed a finger over her clit and then violently pushed it inside her tunnel followed by 2 more fingers. Richa jerked in pain and tried to hold his neck for support but was quickly slapped hard on her butts by both of the other men. She fumbled and slipped from his lap to the floor. She quickly got on her knees facing Mr. Patil. This time Mr. Tawde pushed his hand between her legs from behind and searched her clit. He tried to pull her towards him by using his finger as a hook pressed into her pussy. Richa moved closer to him to avoid being pulled roughly as he continued exploring her tunnel using his thick finger. He too followed his friend and tried pushing more fingers into her while his other hand kneaded her breasts equally rough. As she struggled through his tormenting, she was quickly passed on to Rathod ji. He pulled her legs in his laps and spread them to expose her womanhood and tried to mimic his friends by playing with her clit and pussy. But then he went a bit further and asked his two friends to spread her legs really wide and started giving some strong slaps on her widely opened love triangle. Richa was almost stretched in 120 degrees with her each leg pulled by Tawde ji and Patil saab and she had to support herself by balancing on her hands while her groin was completely at Mr. Rathod’s mercy. These guys were really testing my wife. Richa shuddered and cried in pain as Rathod ji gave her some really strong slaps on her inner thighs, clit and even pussy lips. He too had his 2-3 fingers enjoying the journey of my wife’s love tunnel. After some long 5-10 minutes, they spared her for couple of minutes to allow her gather herself. Richa quickly tried to soothe herself by giving a quick massage but the pain was quite high.
“Haan! (Yes!)”, my wife responded fairly quick this time. They all smiled at this. Richa knew it was just the beginning of her degradation for the reminder of time. But she tried to stay calm and composed to ensure there weren’t any complaints to Ranabhir.
“Ata bol….ratra bhar thambnar ka tu? (Tell us if you can stay overnight?)”, asked Mr. Patil.
“Nahi...ghar jana hai….Ranabhir Sir ne bola tha ki wo 8:30 baje yahan se pick karenge. (No. I need to go home. Ranabhir Sir said he will pick me up at 8:30)”, my wife answered instantly.
“kuthun aliye kuthun hee?(Where does she come from?)”, asked Mr. Rathod.
Before Richa could answer, Mr. Patil responded to him. “Ranabhir la bus madhe bhetli ekda. To mhanala ki patkan zavayla tayaar zali. Ani fakta zavat nahi…sagla kahi gupchup karun dete… ek divashi mazya kade gheun ala hota… me zavun ghetla ani nantar gaand vagaire pan chatun ghetli… Aaj mala tiche boche and mummay fodun kadhayche ahet….baghu kiti sahan karte te…. Ranabhir bol la ahe…bindhas foda mhanun. (Ranabhir met her in a bus once while travelling. He said she was an easy prey, agreed to screw easily. He has tried her not just for screwing but a lot of other things too and she cooperates without resistance. When Ranabhir brought her here last time, I first screwed her hard and then had her lick my body, even my asshole and she did well. Today I am going to taste her pain quotient. Ranabhir said I could try anything. I am going to try spanking her bums and breasts.)”. Richa could see both Mr. Tawde and Mr. Rathod was awestruck hearing what Mr. Patil said. But she was more worried knowing his intentions.
Mr. Patil continued, “Rahayla….XXXX madhe ahe…ani changli nokri pan ahe…XXXX madhe….mahit nahi kasha kay randi giri karayla tayar zali….Ranabhir la manle pahije! (She stays in XXXX and has a good job too. She work in XXXX company. I wonder how this sluttiness was discovered. Kudos to Ranabhir!),” Richa could understand it but the laughter that followed Mr. Patil’s words humiliated her even further. The conversation and information about my wife’s background probably encounraged the men more.
Mr. Tawde pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. He asked Richa, “Mag…jar Ranabhir mhanala tar ratra bhar rahshil na ithe? (So, if Ranabhir asks you to spend the night here. Would you?)”. Before Richa could react he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to answer, “Nahi Sir, mushkil hai. Maine ghar pe bataya nahi hai. (No sir, it would be difficult as I have informed home that I will return by 9)”. As soon as she finished, Mr. Rathod slapped her bums from behind. “Chup saali! (Shut up you bitch!)”, he shouted in a relatively angrier tone. Richa was really getting worried at this but then she was pulled over by Mr. Patil again. He spitted on face and pulled her closer. He started smothering her face with his saliva and spoke, “Jau de salya no. aaj tumhi patkan zavun ghya ani me zodun ghetto. Mag next time Ranabhir la sangu apan…jar aaj mazaa ali tar!(Come on you rascals. Spare her this time. But never mind… we will still cover your screwing and my spanking. We will ask Ranabhir for longer duration next time….offcourse based on how she performs today!)”.
Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to hear Patil saab.
Mr. Tawde pushed the center table beside and dragged Richa down to floor and made her sit on her knees facing him. He had poured some water for himself in a glass that he was sipping. He asked Richa, “Mag…jar Ranabhir mhanala tar ratra bhar rahshil na ithe? (So, if Ranabhir asks you to spend the night here. Would you?)”. Before Richa could react he threw the water from his glass onto her face wildly. It struck Richa hard but she managed to answer, “Nahi Sir, mushkil hai. Maine ghar pe bataya nahi hai. (No sir, it would be difficult as I have informed home that I will return by 9)”. As soon as she finished, Mr. Rathod slapped her bums from behind. “Chup saali! (Shut up you bitch!)”, he shouted in a relatively angrier tone. Richa was really getting worried at this but then she was pulled over by Mr. Patil again. He spitted on face and pulled her closer. He started smothering her face with his saliva and spoke, “Jau de salya no. aaj tumhi patkan zavun ghya ani me zodun ghetto. Mag next time Ranabhir la sangu apan…jar aaj mazaa ali tar!(Come on you rascals. Spare her this time. But never mind… we will still cover your screwing and my spanking. We will ask Ranabhir for longer duration next time….offcourse based on how she performs today!)”.
Richa sensed a tough few hours but was much relieved to know that she was going home. As she tried to settle in Mr. Patil’s lap, he pressed a finger over her clit and then violently pushed it inside her tunnel followed by 2 more fingers. Richa jerked in pain and tried to hold his neck for support but was quickly slapped hard on her butts by both of the other men. She fumbled and slipped from his lap to the floor. She quickly got on her knees facing Mr. Patil. This time Mr. Tawde pushed his hand between her legs from behind and searched her clit. He tried to pull her towards him by using his finger as a hook pressed into her pussy. Richa moved closer to him to avoid being pulled roughly as he continued exploring her tunnel using his thick finger. He too followed his friend and tried pushing more fingers into her while his other hand kneaded her breasts equally rough. As she struggled through his tormenting, she was quickly passed on to Rathod ji. He pulled her legs in his laps and spread them to expose her womanhood and tried to mimic his friends by playing with her clit and pussy. But then he went a bit further and asked his two friends to spread her legs really wide and started giving some strong slaps on her widely opened love triangle. Richa was almost stretched in 120 degrees with her each leg pulled by Tawde ji and Patil saab and she had to support herself by balancing on her hands while her groin was completely at Mr. Rathod’s mercy. These guys were really testing my wife. Richa shuddered and cried in pain as Rathod ji gave her some really strong slaps on her inner thighs, clit and even pussy lips. He too had his 2-3 fingers enjoying the journey of my wife’s love tunnel. After some long 5-10 minutes, they spared her for couple of minutes to allow her gather herself. Richa quickly tried to soothe herself by giving a quick massage but the pain was quite high.
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