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[B1ryani]

**Part 41.**

Purvi stumbled out of the car, feeling nauseated by Ganesh’s reckless driving. She was arched over, heaving heavily with her back arched and her hands on her knees. Ganesh and Ravi exited the car, closing the door with loud thud.  

“Come on, little cow.”, Ravi whistled at her, calling her to follow them as both the boys slowly made their way towards the dimly lit warehouse.  

It took a moment for Purvi to register in her surroundings. She looked at the entrance they had driven past, two guards who seemed to be armed were looking back at her, smiling widely and excitedly talking among themselves. She could feel their eyes stripping her body, their faces mad with lust. They looked like typical Tamil movie gangsters. 

She quickly looked away, instead looking around frantically for the old man with the dog that Nila had told her about. She signed in relief when she noticed there was absolutely nobody else around except them. However, a BMW was parked close-by, which she knew was Viraj’s.  

“Hurry up.”, Ganesh called out to her. 

Purvi dragged her feet as she slowly made her way towards the entrance. She knew what to expect as her housemate had told her in detail. Rows upon rows on big heavy boxes were stacked along the walls. There would be an office at the other end of the warehouse. What was going to happen in there, she did not know.  

Should she beg? Should she plead for them to let her go? It didn’t work for sure. She had already tried. Others had already tried. To make it worse, this entire place was unfamiliar to her. She had absolutely no idea where she was or how she would be able to get any form of help. What if the people in the surrounding villages also worked for Ganesh’s family? Purvi could not see a way out of this. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt it might break out of her chest at any moment.  

Ravi opened the door to the small office, slapping her ass slightly as she walked past him. As per Nila’s description, there were cabinets and tables inside, a long couch placed near the wall. The office was old and the air was heavy due to the lack of proper ventilation.  

Viraj was seated on the couch, waiting patiently for them to arrive. He placed his phone on the table as he stood up to welcome Purvi with open arms.  

“Purvi! I’m so happy to see you again.” 

Purvi cringed hard as Viraj came closer to her, embracing her like a lover who hadn’t seen their other half for years. Purvi kept her arms down by her sides, making the scene awkward for everyone in the room.  

“I’m happy you made it. I was worried about Gunda driving you here. He tends to be a bit reckless.”, Viraj casually laughed.  

Purvi kept quiet. Looking around the room, trying to find a way out.  

“Don’t bother.”, Ravi spoke out, noticing her eyes. “Nobody leaves without our say. “. He smirked at her. Enjoying the look of hopelessness Purvi had in her eyes.  

“My father owns this place, little cow.”, Ganesh grabbed a bottle of beer and sat down on the edge of the couch, his legs slightly spread. He popped the top off and took a swing, drinking loudly. “Ahh.”, he burped loudly. Purvi looked at him with disgust, the fat rich slob that he was, she thought to herself. “This place is surrounded by my people. The walls are too high to jump over. Even if you do manage to run, we have people in every village close by. You know. To keep an eye out for the security officer. Not that it matters. Most of them work for my father.”, he continued, matter of factly.  

“We had the pleasure of Doggie’s company the last time.”, Viraj giggled like a little child. “As I'm sure you know. “ 

Purvi’s body stiffed up. She immediately thought of the big dog in the video. She felt her eye beginning to water as she awaited her fate.  

“No.No. Don’t be scared.”, Viraj noticed her reaction when he mentioned the video. “You see. Doggie fucked up. She brought it upon herself, by going to the security officer, then to the dean.”, he sighed dramatically, acting sad. ”We had to teach her a lesson.” 

“What lesson?!!”, Purvi raised her voice for the first time. “Nila did not deserve that! How could you?!”. Her body was shaking with anger as she struggled to hold back her tears.  

Viraj raised his hand, about to slap her as Purvi stumbled backwards, tripping over herself. Both Ravi and Ganesh erupted in laughter.  

“You are going to scare her off, yaar.”, Ganesh was looking at her top, watching Purvi’s breasts jiggle as she moved to adjust herself. She had her training bra on under her loose t-shirt.  

“You will talk to me with respect. “, Viraj growled at her, his eyes piercing through her skin. Purvi understood that he was a boy with the mentality of a child who had been spoiled rotten. He was used to getting anything and everything that he wanted, without anybody around to say no.  

“Enough yaar. We brought her here to have some fun. Let’s get to it already.”, Ganesh moaned as he adjusted his cock through his jeans, aching for some more action.  

“No … no … not again … “, deep down, Purvi knew why she was brought here but she wasn’t able to grasp the full reality of it just yet. “Please ... why am I here?”, she felt the tears running down her cheeks, “I did not do anything. I won’t tell anyone. Just take me home.” 

Viraj bent down, wiping the tears off her face. He gently helped her up until she was standing in front of the three boys again.  

“Indeed. You did not do anything. But it was such an enjoyable night. We all had a lot of fun. “, Viraj smiled, grinning widely. “We wanted to, erm, celebrate with you again.”  

Ravi laughed out loud. Watching Purvi from the side of his eye.  

“Ce … celebrate?”, Purvi looked dazed and confused. “That was a celebration for you?”. Viraj raised an eyebrow.  

“Enough!”. Ganesh bellowed; his big belly jiggled with his weight as he stood up suddenly. “Enough yaar. Why are you playing with this cow for so long? I’ve been dying to fuck her ass again since she got in the car.”  

Ganesh walked quickly towards Purvi, grabbing her by the hair.  

“AHHh!...it hurts …!”, Purvi shouted out in surprise as she felt her hair straining against her scalp. Ganesh pulled her towards the big table at the end of the room, flinging her body onto the tabletop.  

Purvi hit the table with a loud thud, her big breasts squished as she faceplanted onto the wooden surface. She lay on the table, her ass hanging off the edge as Ganesh came up behind her, unzipping his pants.  

“You don’t have any fucking patience, Gunda.” Viraj commented, clearly annoyed.  

“What’s your rush, fat ass?”, Ravi stood up from the couch he was seated on. “It’s not like you have anywhere to go. We have the place to ourselves.”  

Ganesh rolled his jeans off his legs and threw it onto the floor, turning around to look back at his friends. 

“You guys take too long yaar. Just fuck the bitch. Why bother playing with them? It’s a fucking waste of time bhai.”, Ganesh pleaded his case to Viraj.  

Purvi turned around slowly, trying to make minimum noise as possible. The three bastards were distracted, bickering among themselves.  

“What’s the point of playing around with them. We can have any bitch we want. “, Ganesh raised his voice again, looking at Ravi.  

Purvi quietly slid off the table, frantically looking around. Viraj, Ravi and Ganesh stood in a circle. Both Viraj and Ravi were clearly pissed at Ganesh. The fat boy was getting flustered. He wanted to quickly stick his cock into Purvi and release his load.  

“I’ve been doing it your way all the while yaar. I don’t give a fuck about playing mind games with these whores. They’re fucking poor. It’s not like they can do anything.”  

Purvi got on her knees behind them. Looking around frantically, her eyes locked onto the door she had come through 10 minutes ago.  

“Know your place, Gunda!”, Ravi raised his voice.  

Purvi slowly crawled, inching her way out below their line of sight towards the door.  

“What the fuck do you mean know my place? Do you know where you are? My father owns this place. The guards here are loyal to me! Not you!” 

The argument was getting loud.  

Purvi was getting close to the door. She stood up, and decided to sprint towards the door.  

“Fuck! Catch her Ravi!", Viraj noticed from the side of his eyes a quick movement. The boys wasted no time, forgetting their frustrations with each other. Ravi was the closest. He turned around, tripping slightly, as he was going down, he reached out, grabbing Purvi by the ankle.  

BAMM! Purvi felt a tight grip on her leg, losing her balance, she fell onto the door. “LET ME GO!”, she screamed, kicking her legs at Ravi’s face. Viraj and Ganesh rushed to her sides, each one grabbing hold of her arms.  

“Stupid bitch. Did you think you could run?”, Ganesh laughed as they pulled her back to the middle of the room.  

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” 

Everyone in the room froze as a loud voice boomed over them. Everyone looked towards the door.  

An old man stood at the entrance, obviously annoyed at what he was seeing. Behind him, a large dark fat man with thick moustache was looking at the four of them. His face was unreadable, but his dark eyes were enough to make all three boys drop Purvi onto the floor in shock.  

“Mohan, we …. “, Viraj started to open his mouth.  

“Ap … Appa … “, Ganesh stuttered as he stood there in his shirt and underwear, in shock at the two figures that suddenly stepped into the office. 

“Explain yourself, Ganesh.”, the dark fat man boomed, not taking his eyes off his son.  

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**End of Part 41.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 42.**

Sugumaran was disappointed.  

His son was standing in front of him like a deer trapped in headlights. To make matters worse, he was in his underwear. What was this fucking idiot thinking. He knew the other two boys as well, sons of his political contacts. He did not have a say in their actions nor did he bother about them.  

“Ap … Appa … “, Ganesh was lost for words. Standing there like an idiot.  

On the floor between the three boys, was a young girl. She looked like a student. The first thing that caught his eye was the size of her breasts, but that was not the issue right now.  

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Sugumaran came from the slums, these slums to be precise. He grew up in one of the villages close by. His parents were farmers, dirt poor farmers. He grew up having barely enough to get by, let alone to eat. He watched as his parents slowly succumbed to disease and famine.  

At 12, his neighbor claimed the land that was rightfully his as theirs and kicked him out to the streets. What could he do? It’s not like he had any documentation to prove it. Even if he did, they took it away from him. The men in the neighboring family beat him to an inch of his life and left him to die, telling him never to come back here. Everything he had, or thought he had, belongs to them now.  

Sugumaran walked, sometimes crawled into town, passing out multiple times from pain and hunger. He scavenged from rubbish dumps for bottles to sell, ate food from dustbins, begged on the streets. He was humiliated and insulted by every single person he met, until he turned 14.  

From the time he spent on the streets, he learnt. He watched as gangsters prowled the roads, living their best lives, flaunting money, expensive cars and women. He knew the hideouts; he knew which men to stay away from.  

His luck changed one night, Sugumaran was begging outside of an expensive whorehouse when there was a shootout between a known gangster, Raghav and a rival gang. Raghav’s men were pinned down, at least 3 were dead, their bodies lay in the middle of the street. Sugumaran was pinned in the middle, expecting to be shot and killed that night. Instead, adrenaline kicked in as he picked up a loaded gun and began to shoot back, indirectly killing the leader of the rival group by accident. Raghav’s men noticed this and took the opportunity to take their leader and run before the security officer showed up.  

About a week later, one of the men from Raghav’s gang saw Sugumaran on the streets, begging. He recognized the boy. Sugumaran was brought before Raghav, who offered him a job, shelter and food as a thank you gesture.  

Sugumaran started as a help around the big mansion, cleaning and learning to cook until he started to grow. At 16, Raghav offered him a place in his gang. Starting from the bottom, Sugumaran worked as a henchman, doing the dirty work. He learnt to kill, slaughter and disable rival gang businesses. He was street smart and quickly rose the ranks as the most dangerous of the lot until he became one of Raghav’s most trusted advisors. 

He saw many ways to expand the business, but was always limited by Raghav’s shortsightedness. The small-town gangster was happy being just that, a small-town gangster. Sugumaran wasn’t. He wanted more, and Raghav knew that the person who had once saved his life was now starting to become a threat.  

One night, in a private meeting with a dealer, Sugumaran staged an attack on Raghav, making sure the gangster was shot in the head, thus by right, giving him the opportunity he needed to become the new leader of the group. He claimed everything Raghav had as his. The few who dared to oppose him saw their families get fucked and killed, with them being made to watch before getting their throats slit.  

Sugumaran was not a stupid man. He made sure to play the game right, getting lawyers involved to sign off all of Raghav’s assets as his own to start building his empire. From the small-time drug dealers that they were, Sugumaran’s gang expanded rapidly – prostitution, political murder, kidnapping, bribery. His empire rose so rapidly that politicians began to notice him, making him an ally for their dirty work.  

With the money he made, he quickly purchased properties, land and legalized businesses while slowly expanding his illegal businesses. His men and him quickly found success and notoriety.  

His proudest moment was coming back to his childhood village, finding the neighbors who had wronged him before still living on the land that was rightfully his. The joy he felt when he brought out every man, woman and child to the middle of the field and personally shot them in the head before killing the head of the family, the same man who beat him and left him to die. He built this particular warehouse on top of their dead bodies. The warehouse means nothing to him as it is only a showcase of power, but he does store his goods here before distribution due to the strategic location of this little village.  

He has every family with a 10KM radius of this warehouse in his pocket, paying them to notify his men if there ever is a security officer presence. But fortunately for him, the local politicians deem him important enough to stay out of his business. He has fucked, killed and slaughtered anybody who gets in his way. He is the king of kings, and nobody dares to tell him otherwise.  

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“What ... the … fuck … are you doing?’’, Sugumaran said softly, reading the situation in the room. Both of Ganesh’s friends backed away, leaving the fat boy standing to face his father with Purvi on the floor.  

Purvi’s face changed, she recognized the old man from the videos that Viraj had shown her. He was in the room with Nila, the three boys and the dog. The old man knew why she was brought to the warehouse.  

“Uncle, we ... we were just … “, Viraj stammered, his voice shaky. Purvi had never once seen Viraj scared, but the look in his eyes was enough to tell her that he genuinely feared this man. 

“Was I talking to you?”, the deep voice boomed, “I was talking to my son.” 

Viraj sunk backwards, moving behind Ravi.  

“Appa … no … nothing … we were just playing around … “, Ganesh looked to his feet, then at Purvi. “It … it was her. She wanted to see the warehouse. “, he pointed his stubby finger.  

The big man looked down at Purvi’s scared and teary face. Mohan, the old man slowly stepped to the side, gently lifting Puri up by her arms until she stood beside Ganesh. She was lost, unable to read the room. What was going to happen now? Will he force the boys to let her go? Will she finally be set free from them? 

“Do you think of me as a fool, Ganesh?”, the man walked around the room, looking at Viraj and Ravi, who both dared not look up. “Do you know what I keep here? Why are there so many people here? Why did you bring this stranger here? What if she goes to the security officer? What if this warehouse is raided, and you are caught? What if any of you are caught?”, that last line was aimed at Viraj and Ravi, “Do you know what it would cost your fathers? What it would cost me? Is this a fucking game to you?”    

Nobody said a word. Purvi felt out of place. The fear of this man was starting to kick in. She could be a witness that they needed to keep quiet. He could kill her and bury her here and nobody would know.  

“She ... she won’t say anything, Pa.”, Ganesh mumbled, “We will make sure of it.”  

“You fucking idiots. All of you. How many people have you brought here?” 

“Uhh .. “ 

The big man’s dark face was red. He stood in front of his son, staring down at him from top to bottom. Ganesh kept his head hung, looking at the floor. Purvi realized his eyes were watering. She felt so out of place, afraid for her life.  

“Get out. You’re a fucking disappointment.”, the big man said softly.  

Viraj and Ravi quickly rushed past Mohan out to the exit. Ganesh stumbled backwards, grabbing his jeans off the floor and struggled to put it on. The old man, Mohan watched quietly as Ganesh slowly picked himself up and moved towards the door. The big man did not take his eyes off his son.  

Purvi was lost. She decided she would just follow Ganesh out the door and leave whatever that happens next up to fate. She did not want to be in the same room with this man. From the boy's reaction, she knew he was not someone she wanted to be stuck with alone.  

Ganesh looked at his father and slowly walked towards the door, with Purvi in tow. She kept her head down, walking briskly, trying to figure out her next move.  

“You.”  

They both froze. Purvi was sweating hard, the back of her shirt drenched with sweat.  

“You stay here. You go home Ganesh. I will deal with you later.” 

Ganesh turned around, taking a look at Purvi then at his father. Without saying a word, he left, closing the door softly on his way out. She stood there, looking at the wall, her legs trembling as she was now alone with these two strange men.  

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**End of Part 42.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 43.**

Sugumaran was pissed, fuming mad. He looked at the girl who had stopped dead in her tracks in front of the door. He knew she was contemplating running. He wasn’t worried. He had arrived with about 20 of his men, all of whom were positioned all around the warehouse. Tonight, they had planned on moving some of the goods to his distributors.  

He was surprised when he entered the warehouse and saw his son's Range Rover and a blue BMW parked at the entrance. Mohan, who was seated in the car beside him, looked suspicious. He mumbled something about Ganesh wanting to learn the business, which Sugumaran knew was obviously bullshit. The boy was spoilt, never having to face any hardships growing up, he rode on his father's name to get anything and everything he wanted. He knew he had failed in making Ganesh the rightful heir to his empire. 

“Sit down.”, Mohan pointed to the couch. The girl was shaking, her entire body shivering. She quietly sat down, constantly stealing glances at the big man, watching his every move with fear.  

Sugumaran sat on the big chair in front of the table, he took out his knife and placed it carefully on the table, followed by his favorite pistol, a black Beretta. He uncocked it, checking to see if there was a bullet in the chamber, unlocked the safety, nodded slightly then placed it beside the knife. In his line of work, he always had to be ready for action. It takes but a single moment to end a life, and that included his.  

He wasn’t a stupid man; he knew he had let himself go. Piling on weight as his empire grew. It became less of a physical task but more of a test of his mental capability, relying heavily on his men to accomplish physically required jobs. 

Mohan brought him the ledger that contained all the cash and drug related transactions that had taken place within this particular warehouse. Sugumaran didn’t care, he had multiple warehouses within the state. Each with a different ledger. Only the bottom line mattered to him. He had an army of accountants that ensured the numbers are always balanced.  

“Put it away, Mohan.”, Sugumaran waved the large book aside. “What were they doing here?” 

“Sir, Ganesh is still young, he will make mistakes and learn fr … “  

“That is not what I asked you, Mohan!”, Sugumaran roared. “What was that idiot doing here?! And who the fuck is this girl”  

“Sir ... “, Mohan looked lost for words. He knew what Ganesh and his friends did here, but it was not his place to say it. He did not want to be involved in this family’s squabbles. 

“Leave, Mohan. I’ll ask her myself.” 

Sugumaran took a long look at the girl. He could see her chest heaving as she took big breaths. Her body was trembling with fear, trying her hardest not to look in their direction. She was beautiful, for a young girl. Her dark skin, features and small built together with a pair of big heavy-set breasts must have caught his boy's attention, as it was catching his. 

She would make an excellent addition to his whore house.  

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Purvi was shaking, listening to the two men talk. The big man looked to be in a very angry state, and the old man seemed to be fumbling for words. What was she doing here, she thought to herself. At this point she wished she had been allowed to leave. She would have preferred her chances with the boys instead of this man.  

She watched silently as the old man left the small office space, closing the door softly behind him. She was alone with the big man.  

“Come.” 

Purvi slowly stood up, making her way towards the table. There were no chairs opposite the man so she just stood there, at attention, staring at her feet. She glanced at the knife and gun on the table, shuddering slightly. The big man watched her every move, thinking hard.  

“Who are you?”, he asked, his tone a little softer. 

“Purvi … sir …". She heard the old man call him sir and thought it was best she follows suit. He didn’t seem to blink. 

 “Purvi … how do you know my son?” 

Purvi looked up at the man seated across the table. At this point she could get a clearer view under the dim fluorescent light. The man was huge, his oily hair gelled back with a thick moustache above his lip. He had a thick gold chain, gold bracelets and a few big gold rings on his fingers.  

“He ... uh … we are in the same college … sir … “ 

The big man stared at Purvi, contemplating her answers. Purvi watched his eyes shift from her face, down to her breasts.  

“Same college? … Are you his girlfriend?  

“No sir. “ 

“What was he doing in his underwear?”  

“… “, Purvi kept quiet. She did not want to open another can of worms without knowing where her answers would land her.  

“Are you a whore?”, he raised his eyebrow.  

The question took her by surprise. “What?!! No! I’m not a … a …. whore!”, Purvi stammered, flushed by the question. Yes. She wasn’t a prostitute. Also, yes. She did get gang fucked by the three boys. “I’m ... I'm just a student. “ 

The big man picked up his knife, twirling it between his fingers, his eyes never leaving her.  

“So ... what are you doing here?’ 

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Sugumaran was taking in the details of the girl that stood in front of him. He was contemplating what to do with her. He did not expect to find a random girl in his warehouse, let alone a girl brought here by his son and his friends. If she was indeed a whore, he could pay her off, threaten her family and send her on her way.  

This girl did indeed look like a student. She was simply dressed, in a loose T-shirt and long pants, her hair hung loose on her shoulders, no extensive make up or a desire to seduce a man.  

“I will not repeat myself.”, he asked again, this time raising his voice a little bit, “Why are you here?”  

“They ... they brought me here sir … “ 

“Brought you here?! Do you know where here is? Do you know what I keep here?”, Sugumaran stood up, holding the knife in one hand, he stormed around the table until he stood face to face with the young girl.  

“No … no sir … I don’t know anything. “, she had tears in her eyes, her body was trembling from fear.  

Sugumaran grabbed her tightly by the arm, his other hand placing the tip of the sharp knife on her throat. “If you do not know anything, there is no reason for you to be here anymore. A random student, brought here by my son and his friends … for fun? Are you in any gang? Are you getting information for my competitors”.  

“Noo ... sir … please sir please … don’t hurt me … “, She girls started to cry hard, tears flowing heavily, she gripped Sugumaran’s wrist, trying her best to push the knife away from her throat. “Sir .. sir ... please sir …"  

“Tell me the truth, lie to me and I wi … “, he pressed the knife into her skin a little deeper. 

“To fuck me. To fuck me. They brought me here to fuck me. “, she shouted, taking deep breaths in between her sobs. “Your son and his friends … they go around picking on girls, abusing and fucking them and leaving them to rot … “  

“Wha … what? “, Sugumaran was slightly taken back by what she told him, loosening his grip. 

“Yes … They brought me here … to fuck me. Like they did, at my home. And to my friend. And to many other students in college. They have their fun, and they throw us away …. They are sadists and ... “ 

 Sugumaran burst out laughing, he continued to hold the girl's shoulder, but took the knife away from her throat, “Hahahahahaha”, his deep voice boomed inside the small office space, his big stomach jiggling with every laugh, his thick moustache twirled up with his lips as he continued to laugh loudly. 

The girl stared at him in disbelief. “Sir ... I ... “ 

“That is all?” 

“What do you mean? Sir, your son … “ 

Sugumaran placed a hand over her mouth to shut her up. His son might not be perfect, but no random bitch will live another day if they bad mouth him “Boys will be boys. Why am I not surprised, the idiot. I have so many whore houses he could go to. But he is like his father, he must like the chase. “, Sugumaran smiled as the girl’s eye went wide as he continued to cover her mouth. “So … you are a fucking nobody. Just a random bitch my son had decided to stick his cock into.” 

He slowly brought the knife down to her T-shirt, placing it over her breasts, letting the sharp blade rest on the meat over the thin cloth.  

“I wonder how many bitches he must have brought here. I will have a word with him in private. But now, what did you say again?”, Sugumaran pushed her backwards slowly until her back hit the edge of the table, not taking his hand off her mouth, his big belly pushing itself against her. Her head was shaking, trying to scream into his hand, her eyes were wide open as the fear started to set in. It had been so long since he had laid hands on anyone. “They already fucked you? And they brought you here? For more? “, he smiled slightly.  

“Well, you must be a good fuck then.” 

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**End of Part 43.**

[B1ryani]

Excellent....
Glad you came back

Thank you sir.

[B1ryani]

**Part 44.**

Purvi was struggling to breathe as the big man had his thick hand over her mouth, parts of his rings were sharp and digging into her skin. The tip of the sharp knife was piercing through her thin T-shirt into the flesh of her right breast. The edge of the table was causing her pain in her lower back.  

The smell of cigarettes was evident in his breath, and so was the overwhelming stench of body oil, making it even more difficult to breathe on top of having his hand over her mouth.  

She was right in being fearful of being stuck alone in this little space with this man. He had a wild look in his eye when she told him the reason why she was brought here.  

“You look like you would make a good whore.”, he smiled slyly, looking at her in the eye. “Let me take a closer look at you.”, he slowly released his hand from her lips.  

Purvi opened her mouth, getting ready to scream for help. The big man was expecting this, “Go ahead. Scream. “, he laughed a little. “Nobody here is going to help you. I have 20 men waiting for me outside, men who would appreciate a good fuck, especially with a young big titted bitch like you.”  

“Sir … please sir … let me go … I won’t tell anybody about this place … “. Purvi whispered softly, pleading. 

The big man took a step back, looking at her from head to toe, “Take off your shirt.” 

“Sir … “ 

“Take it off.“, he brought the knife to her face, warning her.  

Purvi tried her best to contain herself. Her body was moving without her consent, as if on autopilot, she slowly grabbed the sides of her T-shirt, gently pulling it off over her head. The T-shirt caught the bottom of the cheap training bra, pulling up her breasts then releasing the soft tender flesh back down in a furious jiggle. She placed her shirt on the table, then quickly using both her hands to cover her chest.  

The big man smiled, taking in the view before him. “Now, your pants.”  

“No! Please sir. No.!”  

“I said take it off.” 

Purvi did not know what else to do except to slowly push her pants down to the floor. She stood there, ashamed and afraid. Her right hand slowly glided down towards her panties, trying to cover the thick camel toe her puffy pussy lips had created.   

“Hahahahahaha. Don’t be shy, whore.”, the big man slowly turned around and walked towards the couch. A loud creak could be heard as his full weight hit the cushion. He looked up from his seating position at Purvi who was still standing beside the table.  

“Mohan.”, the big man called to his associate. “Come.”  

Purvi was taken back by the sudden sound of the door opening. She was not expecting him to call out to the old man. Mohan must have been waiting patiently outside the door. She automatically crouched down, hoping to cover as much of her body as she could from him, which made the big man smile widely.  

“Sir?” 

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Sugumaran was seated on the old couch, waiting for Mohan to enter. The girl stood beside the table clad only in her bra and panties. Her big tits seemed to struggle in her bra, the supple brown flesh pushing the tight cups to their absolute limit. He could make out a tiny bit of her dark areola peeking out at him.  

She had an amazing figure, a body to die for. He was no stranger to the pleasures of flesh, owning many brothels in town and the outskirts. He got his stock of whores locally, either kidnapping young girls from their poverty-stricken families, offering little to no money as compensation. These girls were made to cater to the lower caste. He also had girls from Thailand, Cambodia and other Asian countries to satisfy the higher society, occasionally hosting fuck parties to for his partners and high-end clients, including politicians. The younger the girl, the better. A virgin? That comes at a much higher cost only a selected few were allowed to purchase.  

Occasionally he selects a few of these girls, fucks them raw and allows his men a chance to release their load. Some of these girls get fucked throughout the night, often taking multiple cocks in all their holes at the same time before being brought to his village brothels.  

Some clients have specific requests, may it be anal, bondage or torture, he gives them free reign, but charges them if they damage his girls. After all, he could easily get more. 

Sugumaran himself has a thing for torturing these girls, there was something about seeing them in pain and succumbing to him that gave him the ultimate dose of pleasure. The look in their eyes as they pleaded and begged gave him chills.   

After all, it was just business.  

“Bring me a beer, Mohan.”, Sugumaran smiled, “Also, where is my son?”  

“They left sir. “, Mohan kept glancing at the girl who was crouched by the table, trying her best to hide her face and body from his prying eyes.  

“Where did they go?” 

“I don’t know sir. They just got into their cars and drove off.” 

He waved Mohan away. It did not matter to Sugumaran where his son had gone. He had come here initially for business, but his plans had changed. The old man slowly stepped out of the office, getting refreshments for his boss.  

Sugumaran clicked his fingers, “You. Come here.”  

The girl looked at him in fear, her eyes were constantly darting around the room, trying to figure out her situation. It was starting to annoy him. He picked up an empty plastic ashtray, flinging it at her. He never intended to hit her. His actions were meant to intimidate her, the ashtray hit the wall with a loud bang, ash and old cigarette butts flew to the ground. Her mouth was open in shock shaking her head slowly.  

“Come here, whore.” 

The girl slowly stood up, still covering her bra with her hands, she walked with caution towards Sugumaran. She dared not look up, eyes peeled to the floor. She stopped only when she stood directly in front of him. He saw a tear stream off her cheeks down onto the floor. 

Sugumaran arched his back, leaning forward towards her, his face inches from her thighs. He could get a faint whiff of Lavender off her skin. He watched as her thighs trembled, her smooth dusky skin gleaming under the dim lights. She had one hand cupped over her thin white panty, her long slender fingers struggling to block his view.  

His long knife lay by his side, within arm’s reach a he placed a hand on her leg, gently touching her skin. “Put your hands to your sides.” 

Her eyes were closed, as she very slowly moved both her hands to her hips. He could hear her sniffling slightly but it did not concern him. His gaze was transfixed by fat camel toe in front of him. Sugumaran slowly traced his finger along her smooth skin, until he finally reached her panty line. He slid his fingers between her thighs, pinching her fat puffy pussy lips together over the thin piece of cloth. 

“OOwww … “, the girl’s body jerked up as Sugumaran continued to pinch the flesh. “Ahh! Ahh! Oww.. Sir … stop ... please …. it hurts … “, both her hands reached out, grabbing Sugumaran’s wrist. The more she tried to push his wrist away, the harder he pinched. Her breasts danced as she twisted and turned trying to get him to let go.  

“Stupid bitch.”, he laughed.  

There was a light sound of a click from behind them as the door opened. Mohan walked in, bringing with him a long bottle of cold beer and a tall glass. He placed them neatly on the table, then slowly turned around to look at Sugumaran.  

“Bring the bottle here, Mohan.”, Sugumaran said loudly, his fingers still between the girl's legs as she squirmed, “I’m thirsty.”.  

Mohan removed the cap and handed the bottle over to Sugumaran, who took a long and deep gulp. He released his grip a little bit, this time letting the palm of his hand casually cup her pussy. Her sobbing was getting louder. The girl had one hand over Sugumaran’s hand, trying to numb the pain from her groin.  

“What do you think of this whore, Mohan?”, he casually asked, as he placed the bottle on the floor, “She would make a fine addition to our whorehouse, wouldn’t she?”, he laughed softly. 

“Yes sir, I know people who would pay a lot for her.”, Mohan looked at the girl, staring at the ample of flesh sticking out of her bra. He smiled.  

The girl’s face was struck with fear upon hearing their discussion. “No … no … no … please sir … “  

“I did not know my son was having such fun at his college, Mohan.”, Sugumaran laughed, clearly having his fun at the expense of her suffering and humiliation. “Shall we see what’s hiding under here?”, he gently squeezed her pussy again. 

“Leave me alone with her, Mohan. I will call you when I am done … “ 

Mohan understood. The old man slowly turned around and closed the door behind him leaving his boss to have his fun.  

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**End of Part 44.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 45.**

Purvi was feeling nauseated. The big man had his right hand securely placed between her thighs, squeezing the puffy flesh between her legs. He had pinched her pussy lips together tightly, sending jolts of pain up her body. She was starting to see spots appear before her eyes as she grabbed his wrist and begged him to let go.   

She was panting hard, sweating profusely inside the small stuffy office space. She had obviously heard every word of the big man and his associate’s conversation. So, the three bastards ran away with their tails between their legs, and now, she was stuck here. In the middle of God know where, with probably the most dangerous man she had ever met.  

She looked down at the big man, then at the knife that lay beside him. Too much risk, she thought. She will never go past the door. His sheer size was enough to stop her in her tracks, overpowering her with much ease.  

Purvi felt his thick fingers graze along her panty, feeling the small puffy bumps between her legs. He grabbed the side of her panties, slowly pushing the cloth to the side, wedging it between thigh and left pussy lip. Her most sacred place was now in full view for him.  

“Wah. What a fat fucking pussy … and shaved? You really must be a whore.”, he laughed loudly.  

Her already dark pussy lips were red and sore from his rough housing a few minutes ago.  

“Bend down. Give me a kiss, whore.”, he said menacingly, staring at her face. “Come on, don’t waste my time. Bend. “ 

Purvi looked at his face. The thick moustache and oily hair was repulsive. The gawdy thick gold chains, bracelets and rings were cringy to look at. She despised him even more than his son.  

“Come on.” 

She slowly arched her back, bending her knees slightly as she pursed her lips and waited for the worst. The stench of oil, cigarettes and alcohol made her lightheaded.  

Purvi felt his hands suddenly grab hold of her bra, pulling her down onto his lap. She lost her footing, stumbling downwards onto his lap. The big man grabbed her as she fell, pulling her body onto his. She landed on his lap; her ass neatly squashed upon his big belly as he grabbed her stomach, his grip as hard as steel. 

Purvi felt his nose graze against her hair, taking in her scent.  

“You smell good … “, he sighed loudly as his fingernails digging deeper into her stomach. Purvi cringed, feeling his thick moustache scrub against her skin. “You will make a good whore ...”, he laughed loudly.  

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Sugumaran felt her weight on his body, her young, soft and warm body felt like butter as she laid on top of him on her back. He held onto her stomach tightly to prevent her from sliding down onto the floor. Her smell was turning him on badly. His cock was aching to be released from his tight pants, pushing upwards into her warm bottoms.  

He looked down at her chest. Her big breasts were struggling to lay down onto her sides, her tight bra wrestling to hold the flesh up firmly. Sugumaren grabbed the knife that lay beside him.  

The girl noticed his movement, immediately trying to push herself upwards in fear that he would hurt her. He grinned, giddy with excitement. She felt like a wild animal bucking to escape. 

“Do … don’t hurt me … sir … please … “  

“Don’t try and run, my beautiful whore … “, he whispered softly into her ears as he placed the tip of the knife under her right bra strap, flicking it hard.  

“Ahh … “, she flinched in pain as the strap came loose, placing her hands over the elastic material to stop it from falling off her chest.  

He wasted no time, pulling the knife under her left strap, tearing it open in aggression. He pulled the bra off her body, throwing it onto the floor. Her breasts swayed with her movements as she wiggled on his body, trying to get off.  

“Owh. Such big tits on a young girl … “, Sugumaran stared lustily at her chest, watching her thick dark nipples dance to her movement. Her wide areolas gleamed under the light. He placed the knife beside him then grabbed her breasts from below, feeling the soft warm flesh melt between his fingers as he squeezed hard. “Wahh.” 

“Owhh … ow... sir … stop.” 

 Sugumaran grabbed each nipple, feeling the thick rubbery nub with his thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging at her breasts, watching her soft and tender skin stretch. The girl winched in pain as he continued to maul her tits, trying her best to push her body off him.  

“Stop moving so much, whore.”, Sugumaran whispered into her ear, his voice menacing as he took the knife again. Her body became still, soft whimpers escaped her mouth. Grabbing her left nipple and pulling it hard, he placed the edge of the sharp blade against her areola, at the base of the nipple, “I will cut this off if you move.”  

“S … sir … don’t ... “, she watched with tears as Sugumaran lightly poked the tip into the dark nub.  

Sugumaran did not care, he had done worse to the whores who did not listen to him, who refused to work for him. He led by fear and intimidation. After all, it would be easy to just make this girl disappear if things went overboard.  

Still holding the knife with his right hand, he slowly traced his fingers along her skin down south. With his left hand still holding onto her breast, Sugumaran found his way back to her fat pussy lips. Placing the flat cold surface of the blade against the puffy meat, “Take your panties off, whore …"   

The girl was shivering, her body shaking without her control as she grabbed the sides of her panty, quickly pushing it down to her ankles. She used her feet to fully remove it off her body.  

“Beautiful.”, Sugumaran sneered at her. He wanted to scare her into submission, he wanted to watch her plead and beg, and most importantly, he wanted to tear every hole in her body with his rock-hard cock.  

Sugumaran let the girl go, allowing her body to slowly slide off him onto the floor. She hit the ground with a soft thud, curling up into a fetal position, crying softly. The knife fell down beside her with a loud clang sound, resting beside his empty alcohol bottle. In a way, he wanted to see if the girl had enough fight in her to pick it up, he knew he could easily overpower her and throw her down. He wasn’t worried. 

He reached under his big belly, unbuckling his leather belt. He pushed his pants down to his hips together with his underwear and adjusted his body. A thick black cock sprung out with excitement; the bulging black head pushed his thick foreskin down. His cock wasn’t long, but his abnormally thick girth was enough to cause damage.  

Sugumaran gently kicked the girl’s thigh, “Come. You know what to do.”, he smiled as he kicked her thigh again with a little more force.   

The girl pushed herself up, her hair was disheveled, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He loved her expressions of hate, disgust and fear all mixed into one. She took a minute, adjusting to the sight in front of her. She stared at his cock as a slight gasp escaped her lips the look of dread flushed upon her face.  

“Hurry up bitch.”, Sugumaran grabbed the base of his thick shaft, making the purple veins and fat black head pop. 

He smiled as he watched her slowly move her head towards the tip. Sugumaran grabbed her hair, pulling her close and she shouted out in pain. She face planted into his fat thighs and quickly adjusted herself. Sugumaran still had her hair in his grip, guiding her mouth towards his cock.  

The girl stuck her tongue out, gently giving his pee hole a lick. Her face contorted in disgust as she started to lap over the black surface of his cock.  

“Stop acting, whore.”, Sugumaran laughed. “I’m sure you have had multiple cocks in your mouth. Show me your skills. “, he laughed. “If you’re good, I'll make you service my top clientele.”  

Sugumaran grabbed her head, pushing her cock down her throat by surprise. The girl started to gag, her cheeks and mouth full of his fat meat.  

“Mmmphh ... mmppphh ...”, her arms swung around, trying to push her mouth off his cock and he held her head down with force. Her big breasts moved and swayed as her body tried to fore itself off him.  

“Suck it!”, he laughed maniacally, his big belling jiggled and danced at his loud cackling. Sugumaran grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head, pulling her mouth lower, trying his best to force as much cock as he can into her mouth.  

His laughter quickly turned into a blood curling scream as he felt a sharp pain from the base of his shaft. The whore had bit him. Sugumaran anger rose as he pushed her head off his cock, jumping off the couch.  

Crack! His knee hit her face, pushing her backwards back onto the floor as he stood up, holding his hurting manhood in his hand. His anger and rage had started to get the better of him.  

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”, he screamed at her.

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**End of Part 45.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 46**

Purvi was choking. Her head felt light as she struggled to breathe. The big man had her hair in his grip, pulling her head down lower. The pain from her scalp, on top of her mouth full of cock was making her lose consciousness.   

She had her hands against the couch cushion, trying her best to push herself off him. The more she struggled and pushed, the rougher he became, pulling her head down even lower. She could feel herself starting to black out. Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen in her brain, she did not think this one through. She sunk her teeth into his cock, biting down hard onto the thick fat shaft.  

Everything happened in a blur. 

Her head was quickly pulled backwards by her hair as something hard hit her across the face with a loud cracking sound. Purvi fell backwards back onto the floor, the pain rising from her left cheek took a moment to register in her mind.  

Purvi looked up as the big man stood over her, his hands under his belly holding onto his crotch. His face was twisted in rage, his eyes were wide and looked like it was about to pop out of his head. He was staring straight into her eyes. She watched as his moustache contorted, his mouth opened as he screamed at her. 

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”  

Purvi was too scared to move as she watched his towering form cast a shadow over her.  

“ Sir … sir … I’m sorry … please … I couldn’t breathe …. “, she whimpered softly.  

“HOW DARE YOU?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”, the big man bellowed loudly, reaching down towards her.  

The door burst open with a loud bang with Mohan rushing into the room, his gun in his hand, uncocked and ready to use at a moment's notice.  

“SIR?!”, he looked around frantically, wondering if anybody had infiltrated the little office space. “What happened?”, his eyes darted from his boss to the naked Purvi at his feet.  

The look of wild bewilderment spread across his face as he saw his boss crouching slightly, both his hands holding his cock.  

Purvi quickly got on her knees, praying that she would be able to get up and make it out the open door. She did not care that she was naked as the day she was born, she just wanted to get out of this space. She felt a hand grab her by her hair, pulling her upwards.  

“Owwwww!!!!”, she screamed as her hair strained against her scalp. Without a second thought, the man pulled her up to her feet, Purvi grabbed his hand, trying her best to ease his grip and pain.  

“This fucking whore bit me.”, he screamed at the old man.  

PHAPPP!!!! Still holding on to her hair with his right hand, the big man slapped Purvi as hard as he could across the face.  

“Ahhh … stop. Fuck ... please … “, she grabbed her cheek.  

THAPPPP!!!! The big man gave Purvi a back hand slap across her other cheek.  

Purvi’s face was burning. She felt like her head had been shoved into a fiery pit. The pain was intense. Her breasts swayed with her body as she struggled not to collapse. Her tears were flowing like a steady stream.  

“Ahhhh! .. “, Purvi, “Please … please … I'm sorry …"  

PHAPPP!!! THAPPP!!! PHAPPP!!! The big man continued to slap her, his face a concoction of rage and pleasure in seeing her suffer.  

She fell down to her knees, holding her face. Purvi looked up, between her fingers, she could make out his semi flaccid cock swinging in her face. Her teeth marks visible on the base of his slimy black shaft, her saliva dripping off the tip onto the floor. She must have bitten him harder than she realized. 

The old man used his feet, kicking the door close. Locking it behind him. He placed his gun back behind his pants, watching the big man throw Purvi around like a rag doll. 

“Stupid bitch. “, he looked at her, he did not smile as he stared her in the eye. Her cheeks were bruised and sore, the flesh stinging red. “I will teach you a lesson in respect. “. The big man pulled her by the hair, flinging her towards the couch.  

Purvi was dragged across the floor, her face hit the soft dirty cushion just where the big man was seated a few minutes ago. It was still warm. She grabbed onto the back of her scalp, trying to soothe the pain. Purvi was on her knees, crying loudly into the cushioned seat with her ass sticking out towards the big man. She looked up, noticing his shadow being cast onto the wall in front of her. 

“I’m not done with you. I will tear you apart, fucking bitch.”, he shouted at her as he got behind her. The big man got down onto his knees, using both his hands, he grabbed each of her ass cheeks, spreading her wide open. He held her left cheek open, running his hands along her ass crack. The tip of his middle finger found the entrance of her anus.  

“ Please stop sir … I am sorry … please “, her head perked up when she felt his nail starting to dig into her little puckered hole. She clenched as hard as she could.  

The big man did not care as he forced the tip of his fat finger in, pushing it in deeper and deeper. From not having sex, Purvi had been forcefully fully fucked in all her holes over the last 72 hours. She hated ass play. It hurt. Even more so when the boys had forced their cocks and toys into her little orifice without any lubrication.    

“So tight … “, he gleamed happily behind her.  

Purvi felt the middle finger go deep, with another finger forcefully poking into the anal rim looking for a way in.  

“AHHH ... stop ... stop ... “, Purvi bucked. The big man released his hold of her ass cheek, pushing her back down onto the couch, holding her firm.  

“Don’t fucking move, whore. “, he growled softly. He pulled his finger out with force. “Today, you will learn.”. He looked around, smiling widely when he saw the half empty beer bottle next to him. “Mohan, hold this bitch down.”  

The old man quickly moved towards the couch and held her down. He pinned both her arms behind her back, pushing her face down onto the couch. Purvi’s head was rested on the side, she could see the excited face of the old man staring down at her. Her breasts were squashed under the weight of her body.  

Purvi tried her best to turn her head around to see what the big man was doing. She watched as he grabbed the bottle from the floor, taking a few large gulps of the beer. There was about a quarter left in the bottle when he turned it around, placing the entrance of the bottle between her ass crack. Purvi knew what was about to happen.  

“No … no … no … no ...please … “, she cried and begged and pleaded as she felt the hard rim of the bottle poking into her tender sore asshole.  

The big man started to laugh maniacally as he slowly pushed the head of the bottle in. Purvi yelped in surprise as she felt the hard bottle enter her. The big man tilted the bottle, allowing the remaining contents to enter her body thru her rear. She felt the liquid flow down into her bowels as the big man slowly started to push the bottle in deeper.  

Purvi’s asshole was slowly eating up every inch, the rim of her anus wrapped tightly around the hard surface of the bottle. She moaned loudly, biting her lips as she felt her anal cavity quickly filling up deeper and deeper. The big man watched with glee as he pushed the entire neck of the bottle down deeper into her little hole.  

“Ahhh … ahh … fuck … please … sir … take it out …. take it out … “, she begged, trying her best to convince the big man to pull it out of her, then at the old man who was holding her down. The old man seemed to be enjoying her pain, smiling widely at her.  

“Get used to it, whore. “, the big man laughed as he moved backwards slowly, taking it the view of her rear like it was an art piece. “Bottles won’t be the only thing in your shithole once my clients get a hold of you.”, the big man stated.  

Purvi looked at the old man with teary eyes, praying for salvation. He ignored her, being heavily entertained by his boss’s actions.   

She winced suddenly as she felt the bottle straighten. The big man was gripping the thick body of the bottle, holding it steady inside her sore ass. She was shaking, afraid that he would force even that part into her body. It would tear her anus apart. She had arched her back, with the bottle sticking out of her at a perfect 90-degree angle, held in place by the big man.  

Purvi felt fingers gently graze against her fat pussy lips. She was as dry as a sand pit. The big man pushed the puffy meat aside, exposing her warm pinkish slit.   

“Mohan, give me your gun.”

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**End of Part 46.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 47.**

Sugumaran was fuming mad. In his mind, he wanted to hurt this bitch. She had bitten him hard, the pain that shot up from the base of his cock was excruciating.  

He wanted to humiliate her, make her beg for her life.  

The girl was being held down by Mohan, who seemed to be taking great pleasure in being a part of the activities. He could hear her loud sobbing, he could see her tears making a small wet patch on the dirty cushion cloth.  

He looked at his handwork, the now empty beer bottle was sticking out of her anus. He smiled as he looked at her dark anal ring wrapped around the neck of the bottle, unable to clench. The shoulder of the bottle rested on her soft butt cheeks. He was gripping the bottle by its body, holding it steady as the girl tried to force it out using her anal muscles.  

It wasn’t enough.  

He pushed her dark pussy lips apart, the delicious pink flesh in between her slit was inviting his recovering cock. He looked at the little hood covering her clit, maybe he should bite it? Then she would know how it feels. He looked at Mohan, then at the hard metal sticking out from behind his pants, a gentle outline of the grip of his gun made a hard tent over his thin cotton shirt.   

 Sugumaran’s eyes sparkled. He had a better idea.  

I’m going to scare this whore into submission, he thought to himself. He looked around; his gun was still on the table.  

“Mohan, give me your gun.” 

“Sir?”, the old man stammered, not expecting that request.  

The girl started to wail loudly; her soft sobbing turned to hard crying. She tried to wiggle her bottom as Mohan tried his best to hold her down.  

THAPPPP!!!! “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”, Sugumaran shouted at her as he slapped her pussy lips. The puffy flesh looked dry and sore. THAPPP! Another one, this time, his fingers left an imprint on her inner thigh. She stopped moving, her body went limp.  

“Sir … I'm sorry sir … I'm sorry …. “, her voice barely a whisper.  

Mohan slowly released one hand, placing it behind his back and pulled out his pistol, handing it to his boss. He watched Sugumaran take it from his hands, slowly releasing the bullet clip and placed the magazine on the floor. He checked to see if there was a bullet in the chamber.  

Sugumaran did not want to accidentally kill her, just scare her. He did this out of her line of sight. The whore did not need to know if the gun was loaded or not.  

“You dare bite my cock?”, he laughed., “Did you think it was funny, whore?” 

With one hand holding the bottle, and his right hand holding the revolver, he gently pressed the tip of the muzzle against her pussy lips, rubbing the cold metal against the warm puffy flesh.  

“Sir ... sir … it was a mistake sir … please … “, she said between her whimpers.  

The muzzle moved between the lips, pushing the flesh aside to find her clit. Sugumaran pushed the circular barrel onto the hard nub, gently pressing down on it to prove a point.  

“What if I hurt you now?”, he laughed. His actions were turning him on again, he could feel his cock growing under his belly.  

“Please … please … don’t kill me … “, her head was turned towards him, watching his every move. Snot exited her nose; her eyes were red from the cries.  

Mohan was smiling.  

Sugumaran slowly slid the gun along her slit. He found the target. He watched as her labia flaps spread open, the little flaps tuck against the sides of the gun as he slowly pushed the muzzle into her hole.  

“NOoooooOoooo … “, she screamed. “PLEASE. NO. “ 

Sugumaran let out a maniacal laugh as he pushed the pistol deeper into her. The dry pussy hole stretched to accommodate the barrel as he watched her vagina engulf the cold hard metal. Sugumaran’s hand was on the grip, but he made sure his finger wasn’t on the trigger. Just in case. 

The pistol entered her up until the point of the trigger guard. What a sight to behold. Bottle in her ass, gun in her pussy. This bitch was in for a wild ride tonight.  

“Should I fire a shot inside your whore hole?”, he sniggered as he released the hammer of the gun with a loud click sound, making sure she heard it.  

“Sir sir sir … please … I promise … swear … I will do anything you want … “  

Sugumaran slowly started to pump the barrel of the gun into her pussy, fucking her with it like it was a heavy metal dildo.  

“Moan for me you fucking whore. I know you like things up your hole. Moan. “, he shouted at her as he laughed, taking no pity.  

“Ahh … ahh ... ahhh …", the girl moaned every time he thrusted the cold gun barrel into her. He knew she was faking it, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to know who he was, what he was capable of doing. 

“What do you think Mohan?”, Sugumaran asked his most trusted assistant, “You like my new toy?” 

Mohan chuckled. He knew he could have a go after his boss was done. He too liked them young, and those big tits were perfect. He knew he was going to have fun with them.  

The girl continued her fake moans, she was dry. He did not want to tear up her pussy. He could not sell damaged goods.  

“Time for my cock, whore. “  

He slowly pulled out the bottle from her asshole. The girl gasped loudly as the rim of the bottle exited her. Her anus was left gaping open at Sugumaran’s face. He laughed as he looked down into the reddish dark depths. Perfect, he thought as he placed the bottle back on the floor.  

He smiled to himself, wondering which hole he should try first. Mohan his released his grip from her hands. He was watching the girl closely as he slowly leaned back onto the couch, resting his aching back. At some point, he knew he would be too old for all these strenuous activities. Might as well have some fun while he’s at it.  

Sugumaran slowly pulled the gun out, putting it close to his face. He noticed the tip of the barrel was slightly wet.  

“The bitch liked it.”, he chuckled out loud as he showed the gun to the old man. Sugumaran placed the gun on the couch beside Mohan. The old man laughed. 

In a flash, the girl’s body slipped off the couch onto the floor, she grabbed the gun as she fell on her ass. Quickly aiming it at Sugumaran as she tried to move away from the two men.  

“Wow wow wow. There’s still some fight left in you, whore.”, Sugumaran laughed as he watched her struggle to hold the heavy gun up with one hand.  

“Don … Don’t come closer to me … I … I will sh-shoot …. “, she shouted at him. Mohan put his hands up, smiling.  

 “Go on then … “, Sugumaran stayed on the floor, his cock was extremely hard, begging for that sweet release. A drop of precum exited the tip, dripping onto the floor. It was hungry.  

Sugumaran reached out, his finger accidentally grazing her hand on the gun.  

“AYYyy... don’t touch me … le – let me go … I'm telling, I will shoot … “, the girl shouted, hysterically. Her eyes were darting from the two men then at the exit door. She was still on the floor; she realized her clothes were nearby as she slowly inched her way towards it. Mohan glanced at his boss, waiting for instructions.  

“Do you even know how to use it?”, Sugumaran chuckled.  

“Don’t dare me … I ... I'm not playing … “, she aimed the gun at his forehead. “I will shoot … let me go … now. “  

She was terrified, but with a glint of hope in her eyes. She thought she was about to get away.  

Sugumaran slowly stood up, using his knees to support his heavy weight.  

“Come on … give me the gun … “, he put his hand out, reaching for the gun.  

‘I SAID STOP!”, the girl screamed. 

*click* *click* *click* *click*  

Her face changed; her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes caught something metallic gleaming on the floor beside Sugumaran. The bullet magazine case.  

*click* *click* 

The girl kept pulling the trigger at Sugumaran, tears streaming down her face as she looked like all sense of hope was starting to leave her body. Mohan took the loaded magazine from the floor, holding it above his head as he burst out laughing.  

*click* *click*  

Sugumaran smiled.  

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**End of Part 47.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 48**

The room was filled with the old man’s laughter. Purvi was shaking uncontrollably. The adrenaline was pumping through her body as she held the empty gun, the barrel aimed directly at the fat gangster. 

*click*click*click*

She could not stop squeezing the trigger, knowing very well that the gun was unloaded. The big man stood up, his fat black cock as hard as a rock. Purvi noticed a drop of pre-cum exit the black pee hole, dripping onto the floor. His big belly towered over her as he reached out, grabbing the gun off her hands and threw it across the room.

“You stupid bitch.”, the big man laughed loudly, his booming voice echoed inside the stuffy office. “Did you really think I would leave the pistol loaded?” 

Purvi whimpered in fear. Both her anus and her pussy were sore from having the gun and bottle inserted into her. She looked around frantically.

The old man, Mohan, had gone back to the door, blocking her only exit. She could hear shuffling and voices outside. The big man’s henchmen must have heard the commotion and rushed in. Mohan shouted at them to not enter and stand guard outside. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”, the big man’s eyes were locked onto her. He reached out, grabbing her ankle, slowly pulling her naked body across the harsh dirty floor. 

“NOO… nooo … let me go … let me GOO !!!”, Purvi screamed loudly. She could hear loud laughter coming from outside the door. His men knew what was happening, perhaps hoping for a chance at her after their boss was done. 

She flipped her body, hoping to crawl away, but she was no match for the big man’s strength. She cried out as her stomach, breasts and nipples grazed against the uneven surface, burning her skin as she was dragged back towards the thick black cock.
‘’Hold the bitch down, Mohan.”

Purvi was lying face down on the floor as the old man squatted in front of her, pinning her back down on the floor. 

“Please … please …”, she cried out as she looked up at the grinning old man. She noticed the hard tent in his pants. 

Behind her, she could feel the big man’s body pushing up against her. He sat on her thighs, grabbing each meaty ass cheek, spreading her wide open.   

“Her asshole is ready”, the big man chuckled as he spat directly into her gaping anus. Purvi could feel the silky head of the big man’s cock pushing against the entrance of her little puckered hole. “This is what you get for biting my cock, bitch.”

“AHHHH!”, Purvi’s eyes bulged as his fat rod forcefully entered her. The walls of her anus quicky engulfed his meat as he pushed his way deeper and deeper into her. 

The old man continued to laugh as he watched his boss ease himself him, all the while holding her down tightly. Purvi reached out, trying to grab anything she could reach within arm’s length to fight them off. 
Thap! Thap! Thap! The big man slowly started to increase his pace. Purvi could feel his fat cock gliding in and out of her ass as he rested his body on top of hers. 

“Ahh … ahh … ahh … fuck … “, he moaned loudly, big goblets of sweat off his oily head started to drop onto her back. 

Purvi gritted her teeth, taking the fat black cock into her body. She remained silent, occasionally releasing a gasp as she felt the thick head enter deeper into her bowels. 

“Looks like you are used to it, whore.”, the old man in front of her sniggered as he heard loud grunting coming out from his boss at the back. “Most girls would scream and shout by now.”

Thap!Thap!Thap! The sound of flesh hitting was getting louder and louder. 

“Turn the bitch around, Mohan.”, the big man gasped as he pulled his cock out of her rear. Purvi felt the bulgeous head exit her.

Both the men grabbed her arms and legs, flipping her over. Purvi was now lying down on her back. Her tear-stained face visible to both her abusers. She got a good view of the big man as he climbed back on top of her. 

His eyes were red, panting heavily to hold himself up. The old man’s eyes were gleaming as he stared at her nipples hungrily. 

“Look at those tits”, he salivated, whispering softly. 
Purvi felt the big man adjusting his cock between her legs, sliding the shaft of his cock between her fat pussy lips. 

“Mmmmm”, Purvi watched as the big man’s rolled back as he slowly pushed it into the entrance of her pussy. She felt her back automatically arch as the thick cock invaded her. 

“Ah!”, Purvi gasped as the meat forced its way into her. 

Thap!Thap!Thap! The big man waste no time ploughing his cock in as deep as could. He grabbed her hips, digging his nails into her soft skin. Thap!Thap!Thap! the sound of flesh hitting getting louder and louder by the second. 

Purvi’s big tits were swinging wildly as she bucked to every thrust. Her nipples grazing against the rough cement floor. 

The old man grabbed her hair, pulling her head upwards so his eyes met hers. “What a beautiful bitch.”, he smiled. 

Purvi started to tear. Little droplets on water ran down her cheeks. She could take the cock that was invading her pussy, but the pain from the big man grip on her hips was excruciating. His nails were tearing her skin. 
The old man had his left hand still gripping onto her hair tightly. While smiling, he slowly used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. Purvi eyes were pleading for help. If not help, at least mercy. She was tired. Hungry. Humiliated. Abused. How much more was she supposed to take. She thought of Nila and the trauma her housemate had gone through. What reason did they have to deserve this. 

Thap! … Thap! … Thap! The big man was starting to slow down. Taking in gasps in between as he ran out of breath. He wasn’t exactly in the best shape; his size made it difficult for him to move. His grip loosened as well. 

But in front of her, she heard a zipper slowly being pulled down as another black cock appeared in front of her eyes. 

“Suck, whore.”, the old man’s eyes were gleaming in excitement as he held his cock in front of her lips. 
Purvi could get the stale scent of piss from his meat. The base and balls covered with thick grey pubic hair. She felt the tip rubbing against her lips. 

“Open your mouth!”, the old man tugged on her hair.

 The pain made her gasp in surprise as the cock entered her mouth. “Suck.”, he demanded, looking down at her with glee, a sick smile on his face. 
Behind her, the big man had stopped to catch his breath, his fat cock remained hard, buried deep inside her warm pussy. Purvi wrapped her lips around the old man’s shaft, her tongue lapping on the silky cock head. The stale taste of piss was making her want to vomit. 

“Ahhh … fuck … suck harder, whore.”, the old man grabbed her hair, pushing more cock meat into her mouth. Purvi’s nose was buried in his thick pubic hair, suffocating her. Behind her, she could hear the big man laugh. 

“Slow down Mohan.”, he said light heartedly. Purvi could feel his hands gripping her hips again as he got ready to start pumping again. She could feel the fat cock in her pulsating. Purvi closed her eyes, the hair from the old man’s pubes was making her nose itch, she was struggling to breathe. 

She felt his fingers poking the entrance of her anus. Her body jerked slightly as she felt his forefinger enter her. He pushed his finger as deep as he could. Her asshole accommodated easily, engulfing his finger up until his ring. She could feel the slight chill from the cold gold ring as it entered her body. 

“Mmphhhh…”Purvi tried to plead one last time but with a cock in her mouth, one in her pussy and the finger in her ass, all she could do was grunt as hard as she could. She could barely cry anymore. She was exhausted. She had barely eaten. Her mind was numb. 

Thap!... Thap! … Thap! The big man had started again, slowly but steadily increasing his pace. Each hard pump made her body rock, her heavy breasts grinding against the floor. 

The old man was not letting go of his grip on her hair, he was face-fucking her with gust, his hard pubic bone slamming against her nose with every thrust. Puri could feel snot and saliva dripping out of her nose and mouth as she choked on his cock. The finger in her rear was exploring the depths of her hole, moving around with ease as the bottle had already loosened her up. 

What was her fate going to be now, Purvi thought to herself. How was she going to go home and face her father, who had taken loans to educate her. What about her sister, Tanvi, who had sacrificed her own education for her. What if pictures of her go public, what was she to do. Her mind glanced back at the day she got accepted into college, how excited she was to start a new chapter in her life. A chapter that was meant to be her family’s life jacket. 

Thap!Thap!Thap! The cock behind her was working hard tearing her pussy apart. Her jaw hurt. The room was starting to spin around her.

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**End of Part 48.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 49.**

“Ahh.. fuck … this bitch feels so good.”, Sugumaran moaned loudly. The girls pussy was wrapped tightly around his cock, causing intense pleasure to surge through his big body. His grip around her hips was strong, holding on to her as he rode her cunt to oblivion. His right forefinger was deep inside her asshole, exploring the warm walls of her anus.  

In front of him, his number 2 man, Mohan was moaning softly as he got his cock sucked. 
Sugumaran could feel the tension building up in his balls as he pulled his rock-hard cock out of the girls pussy, stroking it gently, holding his eruption. He wanted to enjoy her a little while longer. 

“Mmph..Mmm”, the girl groaned as Sugumaran forced a second finger into the depths of her anus, enlarging the little puckered hole once again to embrace his meat. 

“Use her cunt, Mohan. “, Sugumaran grunted as he pulled his fingers out. 

Mohan had both his hands on the girl’s head, gripping onto her hair tightly as he continued to mouth fuck her. The old man noticed that his boss had stopped pumping, taking the opportunity to replace him, Mohan slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and laid down on his back, while pulling her hair to get on top of him. 

“AhHHH.. stop … please… it hurts..”, she grabbed his hand, trying to get him to release his grip. Her heavy breasts swinging as she moved. He noticed the flesh on her tits and nipples were bruised slightly from being dragged across the cement floor. 

Mohan pulled her body up on to his, holding his cock with his right hand, searching for the hole. She slid onto him easily, obviously his boss had loosened her up, but he wasn’t complaining. Mohan slowly started to buck his hips, making her ride him. He wrapped his fingers around her dark areolas, his thumb flicking the hard nubs in the middle, pulling and teasing them. 
Sugumaran watched them with a little grin on his face. He felt the build up in his balls ease, but his cock was still rock hard and ready for a hole. 

“Have you ever been fucked in both your holes at the same time, whore?”, he laughed out loud. 

Mohan had grabbed the girls by her tits, squeezing hard. The flesh around her dark nipples were starting to turn blue due to the lack of blood. Her face was writhing in pain, her gasps loud, her forehead was wrinkled in agony as tears streamed down her pretty face. 

The old man pulled her body downwards making her fall onto him. Her face was buried in his chest, her tears staining the old shirt he was wearing. Mohan slowly moved his hands to her rear, grabbing each ass cheek and spreading them, allowing his boss easy access to her anus. 

Mohan knew what his boss wanted. This wasn’t the first time they had both shared a woman. Just last year, Mohan had found out that one of the men who was in charge of moving their ‘merchandise’ had been secretly siphoning money from their shipments. The man had made the mistake of being greedy, taking huge sums at a time, which was very noticeable in the books. It did not take long for Mohan to find out who that person was, a long-time worker, who he knew had a gambling addiction. 

This did not sit well with Sugumaran, who wanted to set an example to all his men. Mohan visited the man in his home in the middle of the night, taking him, his wife and the daughter. From his boss’s instructions, they gave the wife to the men for their enjoyment. The man instead was brought here, tied to a pole, and beaten until he confessed although all the evidence were already stacked up against him. The daughter was then brought in front of the man, stripped, and fucked in every way possible in front of the wailing man. Sugumaran went first of course, then joined by Mohan. As the daughter laid torn, battered, and bruised at her father’s feet, they dragged his wife in as well. Sugumaran shot them both in the head, then the man. The bodies were buried in the farmlands, never to be found again. There had never been any problems with the books since. 

Pap!Pap!Pap! the soft sound of the girl riding Mohan accompanied by soft cries echoed inside the room. The old man had her gaping asshole on display to his boss. 

“Get ready, whore.”, Sugumaran aimed his fat cock head at the entrance of her anus for the second time. A slight push and it entered her with ease. “The bitch is getting loose, Mohan”, he laughed as he adjusted his body above the old man’s. 

Mohan looked up at the girl, her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip, taking the cock like a champ. It shouldn’t hurt anymore, the old man thought to himself, she already got fucked there twice, once with a bottle. He did not care, he let go of her butt cheeks, focusing his attention back on her big juicy tits. 
Those dark nipples were teasing him. He wanted to lap those wrinkly areolas, feel every bump with his tongue. He wanted to bite and pull her nipples with his teeth. He could feel himself salivating. 

Sugumaran’s cock slid into the girl’s anus with ease, much to his pleasure. He knew he won’t last long in this position with his size and weight. It was going to be quick, and he will dump his seed deep inside her for sure, he thought to himself as he smiled widely. 

“Ah… Ah… Ah.”, the girl grunted loudly to every hard pound. Mohan stopped moving much, resting with his old cock buried in her pussy, he had shifted his focus onto her heavy tits, burying his face between the flesh, enjoying the soft mounds as they slapped his face with every thrust she received. Her face was sad and tear stained, but she was taking both the cocks in her like a champ. 

5 minutes into it, Sugumaran was starting to feel numbness in his legs. Age was definitely catching up, he thought to himself. It didn’t matter, he was fishing anyway. “Ahh.. fuckkk … ahhhh…”, Sugumaran moaned loudly, unleashing as much cum as he could deep inside her. 

He watched happily as the thick cream squirted out of her little hole as he pulled is cock out, slowly dripping down onto her thighs and the floor. Mohan still had his cock in her, and it looked like he was finishing soon as well. His attention was focused on her chest. Sugumaran could see him biting down on her nipples as she screamed in pain. 

He was satisfied. He slowly sat back down, resting his aching back on the couch seat. His fat cock lay flaccid on his thigh, leaking out the last drop of cum. He watched the old man for a little while, waiting for him to finish. 

A few minutes later, there was a loud gasp and a moan as Mohan finished inside of her with her right tit still in is mouth. 

Sugumaran got up, looking at both of them on the floor. The girl was exhausted, her anus and pussy was dripping with cum. 

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Purvi laid on the old man’s chest. She could feel the creamy liquid leaking out of both her holes. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. The old man had pinched, bitten and pulled on them. Her areolas were sore and painful. At that moment, she felt like she just wanted to sleep and never wake up again. 

“Did you enjoy that, bitch?”, the big man stood over them, sweating profusely. His shadow towering over her frame. “Should I give my men a turn now?”, he laughed at her. 

“ARGHHHHH…”, Purvi screamed as her body fell off the old man. She hit the ground with a loud thud, pain rose from her shoulder. The big man has kicked her hard. “No … no .. please …” 

She crawled slowly towards the wall, bending over in a fetal position, praying they would stop. 

The big man slowly walked towards her, stroking his soft cock. What else did he want. Hasn’t he done enough. 

“Are you thirsty, whore?”, the big man laughed, his belly and gold chains jiggling as he aimed his cock at her face. 

Purvi knew what was coming, immediately blocking her face as a stream of hot piss started to hit her body. 

“Move your hand bitch.”, the big man raised his fist, wanting to hit her as she tried to move back. Purvi immediately moved her hands to her sides, allowing his urine to hit every part of her body. The old man stood silent watching with a smile on his face. 

As the cock released the last few drops onto the floor, Purvi wrapped her arms around her naked and abused body, exhausted from the activities that had just took place. The big man looked down at her, pleased with his actions. 

The big man sat down on the couch, igniting a cigarette as the old man started to pull his pants back up. Purvi hid her face behind her hands, looking at him through her fingers. Thoughts were running through her mind as to what her fate had in store for her. 

“I’m done with this whore, Mohan.” ,the big man sneered as he released a big cloud of smoke into the air. “She was a good fuck. Nothing more.” 

The old man grabbed her clothes off the floor and flung it at Purvi. “Get dressed.”

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**End of Part 49.**