Captured by Gulabi Gang for Cheating - Gold Scene - Pegging

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Introduction

My name is Anuj. I am 23 years old, enjoying my life in Delhi with my girl friend Supriya. 
I am the kind of person who likes to take risks. I live life on the edge. I don't like a boring life; I want adventure, adrenaline, and things that make my heart beat fast. That is why I came to the mountains alone. But sometimes, when you play with fire, you get burnt.

Scene 1


And here I was, lying on the floor of an old building with my hands tied. I was in the corner. The floor was uneven with lots of broken tiles. I could not see properly through the cotton cloth tied over my eyes. Another cloth was stuffed in my mouth. I was picked up while I was trekking by these people. I tried my best to resist, but I was hit in the head and became unconscious in the car.

hmmm... what to do? How do I get out of this mess? I was just trekking in the mountains and this happened. It was only my third day here in Parvati Valley.

I began with a big, calm breath. Let’s see now what are my options? My hands are very tightly tied. I cannot move. I cannot say anything. But I can hear. I heard the sound of mice running around. I heard water dripping from a pipe. And then, I heard voices the voices of women talking.

I was expecting men. When I was picked up, they were definitely strong men. It was a white Tata Safari. I thought I was in the hands of a dangerous gang.

Do I have anything in my pocket? Yes. The keys to my hotel room. But they are not sharp enough to cut these ropes. So, all I could do was listen to the conversation of these women. The accent was Garhwali. I was confused. What is going on?

I started moving my body, creating the noise of tiles breaking from the friction. I heard the sound of someone walking towards me. It was a female voice. She came close. I felt her breath. Suddenly, she reached for my waist. She opened my pants and lowered them. Then she lowered my underwear.

I was shivering, not knowing what would happen next. Then, the room filled with a strange sound. It was the sound of aroused women. I heard moans and the heavy breathing of people reaching an orgasm. Were they looking at me? Was I a show for them?

Suddenly, I felt warm hands on my groin. I wasn't sure who or what it was. Then, I felt something wet. A tongue? Was that a tongue? There was definitely one female taking my cock into her mouth. She was slow and steady. But the other sounds the moaning and scratching were coming from behind me.

There were many women in the room. I could feel the heat of their bodies. My mind was spinning. A bunch of men picked me up just to leave me to these hungry women? What? This is so crazy.

My senses were on high alert all six of them. I didn't know I had six senses until this moment. I stayed erect for a while, my body reacting to the touch even though my mind was terrified. I heard the sound of the first woman walking away. Immediately, I heard another one coming my way.

Are they taking turns on me? Who are these people? I wanted to get out of this mess, but my body was trapped in a wave of pleasure and pain.

The first woman had been gentle, but the second one was rough. She was much faster, her teeth occasionally grazing my skin. For a second, I panicked hey, is this a man? No way! I focused my energy and felt a powerful feminine energy. This one was definitely stronger, someone older, someone in control.

She continued for a long time. I was getting pleasure at the cost of my life. I was lying on cold, broken tiles, blindfolded and gagged, while these women used me. Are these locals? Do they pick up tourists for this? I had no idea who they were or why they were giving me oral sex in this ruined building.

They made me very hard, pulsing with a need to release, but they didn't let me cum. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the second woman pulled away. She left after having her feast, leaving me throbbing and breathless in the dark.

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Scene 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Scene 3

The room suddenly went quiet, except for the sound of my heavy breathing. My chest was heaving, the hair on it sticky with their saliva and sweat. I was shivering, not just from the cold floor, but from the madness of what had just happened. My anus was throbbing from the harness, and my skin felt on fire where their nails had scratched me.

I heard the women whispering nearby. Their Garhwali accent was thick, but I could understand bits and pieces.

"He looks tired," one voice said. It sounded like a younger girl. "It has been an exciting day for us, but look at him. He hasn't eaten anything since we picked him up from the trekking trail."

"And he might need to go to the washroom," another woman added, giggling. "We can't keep him tied like this forever if we want him to last the night. We have to open his mouth. He is turning blue."

I felt a shadow fall over me. The "camera girl" the one I thought was recording came closer. I heard the rustle of her clothes. She reached out and untied the tight knot behind my head. The cloth that was stuffed in my mouth was pulled out.

I coughed hard, my throat feeling like it was full of sand. My jaw ached from being stretched open for so long. As soon as I could catch my breath, I spat out some leftover saliva and shouted with all the strength I had left.

"WTF! What the hell are you doing to me? Who are you people?" My voice was raspy and cracked.

The powerful woman the one who had used the harness on me stepped forward. I couldn't see her face because of the blindfold, but I could feel her presence. She was like a tiger in the room. She grabbed my chin with her strong, rough fingers and tilted my head up.

"You cheat on your girl friend and you thought she will not know?" she hissed, her voice cold like the mountain wind.

My heart stopped. "Supriya? Supriya, are you here?" I shouted, my head spinning. I tried to look around, but the cloth over my eyes kept me in total darkness.

"No, she is not here," the woman replied, her grip tightening on my jaw. "But she told me to break you. To teach you a lesson you will not forget. She wanted you to feel what it’s like to be used and discarded."

I started crying, the tears soaking into the blindfold. "I did not cheat! It was just one time only! Please, let me go!"

The woman laughed, and the others joined in a chorus of cruel, feminine laughter that echoed off the damp walls. "One time is a lot, Anuj. One time is enough to kill a woman's trust. We were following you all the way from Delhi. The men that picked you up in that Safari? They are her cousins. They don't like it when someone plays with their sister's heart."

"But who are you?" I sobbed.

"We are the 'Gulabi' gang," she said proudly. "We take care of men like you. Supriya paid us to make sure you never look at another woman again. She wanted us to use your body and we are just getting started, Delhi boy."

I felt her hand move down from my chin to my hairy chest. She found a spot where she had bitten me earlier and pressed her thumb hard into the wound. I screamed in pain.

"You think you are a man because you have a cock and a hairy chest?" she whispered.

She signaled the other women. I felt three of them crawl toward me like predators. One of them grabbed my legs and pulled them apart again. I could feel her bare chest rubbing against my inner thighs, the soft skin a sharp contrast to the rough floor. Another woman leaned over my stomach, her long hair falling over my skin like silk, but then I felt her sharp nails digging into my waist, drawing thin lines of blood.

The "camera girl" spoke up again. "The video is looking great, Didi. Supriya will be very happy to see her 'brave' boyfriend crying like a baby."

I realized then that this was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. They weren't just random kidnappers; they were professionals hired to destroy my ego.

The dominant woman stood over me. I heard the sound of her unzipping something. "Is your heart beating fast now?"

She sat back down on my chest, her full weight crushing the air out of my lungs. "Since you like oral sex so much, let's see how you handle it when we don't let you finish. We are going to keep you on the edge for hours. Every time you are about to cum, we will stop and start the harness again. By the time we are done, you will beg Supriya for forgiveness."

The woman at my feet began to lick my soles, her tongue rough and wet. It was a humiliating sensation. Another woman started rubbing her bare breasts against my face, the scent of her skin filling my nostrils. I was being pulled in every direction. My body was reacting my cock was hard again despite my fear and I hated myself for it.

"Look at him," the leader mocked, slapping my hard member. "His mouth says 'no', but his body says 'yes'. You are just a hungry animal, aren't you?"

She began to move her hips against my chest, her bare skin sticking to the sweat and saliva that already covered me. The scratching on my stomach intensified. I felt like I was being eaten alive by a pack of wolves.

"Please," I whispered. "Just kill me or let me go."

"Kill you?" she laughed. "No, Anuj. Death is too easy. We are going to make sure that every time you close your eyes, you see this dark room. You will feel our nails, our tongues, and this harness."

She grabbed the harness again. I heard the wet sound of it being lubricated with more saliva. I braced myself, knowing the pain and the pleasure were about to start all over again. The camera was rolling, the women were moaning, and I was lost in the dark.

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Scene 4 - Gold Scene

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't worry," Didi laughed.

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

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

Suddenly, a hard leather boot slammed into my jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Give it to me," Supriya commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I started walking toward the road, making my plans.