Exploıt - chapter fıve:

EXPLOIT - CHAPTER FIVE:deletedCHAPTER FIVE: After the abuse of the two kennels at Mr. Iyer?s facility, Swapnil secreted me away to recover on sly. Mr. Iyer thought it would be fitting for me to return home as the abused dog-bitch slut he saw me as and what he wanted Prakash to see me as. The man I saw in Swapnil when we were only playing at my role as a dog-bitch and slut seemed to return for my rescue. Instead of taking me home, he checked me into small, discrete medical facility primarily used by people who could afford it to quietly recover from a wide variety of addictions. I didn?t need that particular form of care, of course, but he was concerned with my physical well-being.The facility didn?t ask questions or threaten to contact family or police, that was the kind of facility it was. For two days, I received extraordinary care with salves, VERY intimate massages, lots of fluids, and long soaking baths in hot water infused with healing conditioners. When Swapnil did return me to my home, it was mid-week. As I was about to exit the car, he reached over and touched my arm.?I am sorry about all of this, Deepti. He is a ruthless man, but I have never seen this side of him.?I smiled at him. ?Thank you for disobeying him and taking care of him.? I looked at the entrance door to the apartment building, then back to him. ?I did this. How could I have been so silly, so naïve? Besides, you aren?t doing this, he is.? I sighed as I turned to look at the building, again. ?Him and Prakash. They seem to be feeding off each other, don?t they???He maneuvered that, too. Even he wasn?t sure your husband could be motivated to abuse you, but it was something he took on as a challenge. One thing, though ? the doctor suggested you not engage in anything over-the-top for a few days. He had no idea and he didn?t ask, but just by the look of you, he knew you had been used pretty badly. I think he thought I was somehow responsible. He suggested that a couple more days should be given to you to properly heal. I hope he doesn?t want to more than fuck you for the next few days.?I reached over and patted his arm. ?Thank you, Swapnil. It?s Wednesday. I don?t think he would have his friends over until the weekend if he does.? I patted his arm, again, and exited for the apartment.Once inside the apartment, I changed into a full, modest saree per Prakash?s wishes and went about organizing the apartment and preparing a dinner. It felt like it had been a tremendous amount of time since I had done these mundane, routine tasks. Tears welled up in my eyes and flowed freely down my cheeks as I worked. I wasn?t racked by heart-rending wails or sobs, just flowing tears. Loss. Regret. Helplessness. Hopelessness. My life was now a ruin, a helpless, hopeless, regretful ruin.Eventually, it came time to discover what Prakash, or his friends, came up with next for me. I was to greet them in full saree with a passionate kiss since they were already so intimate with me. While standing in the hallway door, they each took advantage of my offer of a kiss by also slipping a hand over a covered breast and aggressively fondling it. Two of the three too the additional liberty of sliding their hand down my front as I stepped back to allow them into the apartment. I could tell this was going to be a brazen night.They each brought bags with them. Some were shopping bags from stores. I heard the clinking of what I took as bottles so I assumed they brought their own drinks and snacks this time. In the kitchen, I found several bottles of wine with long necks, beer, and hard liquor. There were packages of snacks and other bags. Inside the other bags were items that were very confusing to me: a Daikon radish, which is white in color, about 12 inches long with a pointed tip and widening to about 2 inches in diameter; a butternut squash about 7 inches long and 5 inches in diameter at the base; and, several local Indian peppers that I had always found too hot for me to eat.I filled bowls with snacks and took drink requests from the men. After bringing them into the living room to the men, I enquired about the other items and also saw a few more bags on the floor near the men. Prakash told me those were for later and not be concerned with them. I nodded and moved to the side, mostly to be out of the way of the television, which I assumed would be their center of attention initially like last time. I was wrong.Prakash told me to remain in front of them and remain still. When one needed another drink, I left to get it but then resumed my position in front of them. I was still fully dressed and confused as they made whispered comments between them and eyed me with looks that I could only categorize as scheming.Without any discerning indication from Prakash, one of the men rose and moved behind me. They all had had several drinks and they watched intently as the man stood close behind me, then moved up against me. I could feel his body pressed against mine and I saw in Prakash?s eyes that I was to remain where I was. The man encircled his arms around me and brazenly fondled my tits through my clothing, one hand slipping down my front to below my waist. I closed my eyes but was told to open them and keep eye contact with them.The last time with this group, they gangbanged me. This felt more intentional to embarrass me. The man groped my body from outside my clothes, rubbing over my front over my crotch, rubbing my ass, and squeezing my tits. Then, his actions became more deliberate. He moved the saree material from my left shoulder so it fell to the floor. I looked at Prakash, but he only smiled. It was a smile that was encouraging his friend who hadn?t seemed to ever hesitate to seek acceptance of what he was doing.With the saree material hanging from my waist, he removed my top leaving me in my bra only from the waist up. He fondled my tits more in front of the other men while keeping his hands on the outside of the bra. But, I knew that was only temporary. His hands pushed underneath the bra, pushing the cups up and over my tits to fondle them with his hands. He then released my tits, my bra bunched above my tits while his hand turned my face to him. He crushed his lips against mine in a harsh, demanding kiss that lacked any intimacy. The kiss was an action demonstrating that he could take anything from me and there was nobody was going to stop him. When my eyes returned to Prakash, I could see that that action was indeed true. Prakash had apparently made clear to these men that anything was acceptable. Prakash simply sat back and smiled at me.I felt the man?s hands behind me and my bra loosened and was slipped down my arms. He now mashed my tits in front of the other men, twisted each nipple, then left me. It wasn?t over, though. Another man rose and began unwrapping the saree from the waistband of the petticoat. He pulled the length of material to the side, tossing it out of the way. He stood behind me like the other man had, bunched the petticoat up my legs until my legs and panties were exposed and rubbed my crotch. He was rough and crude, poking a finger through the gusset of the panty at my cunt. His feet kicked mine, indicating to me to open my legs. I did and he brazenly probed my cunt from the outside of the panty. He abruptly pushed the petticoat down my legs. I stepped out of it, my legs returning to a parted position, knowing what was expected of me.The man left me and returned to his seat. I stood before the men in only my panties, my legs parted and the gusset pushed between my cunt lips. I was abused last time by these men. This time I felt more humiliated without the abuse, but I knew this was merely the preliminaries to what was to come.The third man rose from his seat. He too came behind me. They were intent on not only demonstrating their ability to touch me as they wished but for it to happen in full view of the others as their plaything. This one also fondled my tits, squeezed and pinched my nipples, then slid a hand quickly down my stomach, inside the top of my panty and between my legs. He whispered into my ear to spread my legs wide. I doubted the others could hear him, but my compliance of spreading my legs to allow his hand inside my panty to easily moved over my cunt and into my opening must have looked obscenely slutty of me.The mouth next to my ear chuckled, then explained, ?She wet. Soaking, just as you predicted Prakash. What a slut you have for a wife.?He laughed at both the statement and the bold way his friend was handling me. ?Yes, a slut for sure. If I had only known before, huh? Think of the fund we could have been having all this time.? They all laughed, but the looks in their eyes weren't fun but wild with lusty intent.The man behind me started tugging my panties over my hips so I stood up to allow them to be removed. Standing in front of them naked, my ankles were again kicked to spread my legs for him. I returned to the same wide spread position and his hand covered my cunt from the back, a finger sliding into my opening. He probed with that finger for a moment, then added another, then another. He obscenely thrust three fingers into my cunt as the other sat back and watched him do it.I couldn?t believe how far I had fallen to be so openly degraded and used by both Prakash and Mr. Iyer. But, the feelings welling inside me at the same time also told me how much of a slut I really was. Not just being told I was a slut, but how much I felt like one and was one. My body, despite the humiliation and non-consenting use, was stimulated. I was wet. I began getting wet just knowing something was going to happen. My nipples were erect and rigid long before my bra was removed. The same had happened at Mr. Iyer?s. Even though I knew I was going to be violently used by multiple dogs, my body became excited at the prospect. I didn?t enjoy being used and abused so much that it took a couple days to recover, but up to that point of too much I did. I couldn?t deny it, though I might not readily admit.Prakash told me to dance for them, though there was no music. The man who had been fingering me returned to his seat and they watched as I clumsily attempted to dance erotically. My tits swung and bounce. I purposely spread my legs and bent over to show them my ass and hanging tits because I knew that was what they expected and it would be easier for me to attempt to satisfy them.One of the men dug into a bag next to him and came out with a handful of clothespins. They were taking turns, but not in a set rotation. They merely were acting independently and Prakash was sitting back watching, not taking a turn himself. This one approached me with the clothespins, pulling on a nipple and attaching it. I winced when the clothespin bit on my nipple. He did the same to the other one, which brought the same reaction from me. I desperately wanted to take the pins off but I was told to keep my hands clasped at my back. He prodded my ankles and I spread them out further. He went behind me. I felt his fingers taking one of my cunt lips and pulling it open. One, then another, clothespin was attached to the lip. He did the same with the other lip. I gasped as each of the clips was attached, the strong springs causing the clips to bite into the delicate flesh. Before rising, he flicked each clip with a finger to make them move sharply, the action shooting new stinging sensations into me. Before returning to his seat, he flicked each of the clips on my nipples. I bit down on my lower lips to keep from gasping too loudly.I was told to dance, again. Each move seemed to make the clips bite in hard against the tender flesh of my nipples and cunt lips. Prakash admonished me for the lazy dancing, stood and swatted hard at the clips on nipples. They pulled away sharply and I cried out, though I tried to smother the cry by closing my mouth. He reattached the clips roughly. I tried to dance as erotically as I could, but the clips not only stung from the pressure but also when my thighs pressed on the ones attached to my cunt, jamming them against the flesh of my thighs and cunt.After several moments of this, another took objects from a bag. He held them up in front of me and I recognized them from the times I accompanied Prakash to the river when he fished for catfish. The man held large fishing weights already attached to small ?S? hooks. I shuddered, already anticipating what his intentions were. He attached one weight to each of the clothespins, the extra weight pulling harder. I cried out and my hands moved to lift the weights at my nipples.Prakash leaped from the sofa where he had been sitting and watching. He stood directly in front of me, our faces not 6 inches apart. He pulled on both of the clips, stretching my nipples out. I whimpered, my eyes welling up with tears, and asked him to stop. His face got livid, the veins stood out on his neck.?Did that hurt?? I nodded. He stepped back one short stride, then swung his open hand against my tit, sending the clip and weight flying to the side. The sharp release of the clip was more painful than the original clamping, but I didn?t dare cry out or protest.I looked at him with tears falling from my eyes, ?Why??He laughed. He continued to laugh as he walked to the hallway and pulled some paper from his briefcase. Three pieces of paper and he held them up in front of my face. I gasped and dropped my head, understanding completely. All three were photos taken of me strapped in the padded device the night of gangbang by the dogs and men. One was from directly behind showing very clearly both my cunt and asshole gaping from repeated use and cum leaking out, long threads of it hanging between my thighs. The others were a dog on my back and a man fucking my asshole.I hung my head and quietly sobbed. Mr. Iyer was indeed setting me up to be abused in escalating ways. He was feeding the humiliation Prakash had already been feeling after that night. I had no longer any reason to believe my life might be anything but a continuation of these events from either Prakash or Mr. Iyer. He had made it sound like my desires and cravings could be exploited and that it would be a good and wonderful experience. Instead, I was merely being manipulated and exploited for their own perverted excesses.I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I looked up tentatively, ?I am sorry, Prakash.? I shudder at the thought of speaking the next words, but I feared that if I didn?t it might become far worse. ?I am nothing but a slut, a used cunt, and a dog-bitch.? I hoped the admission would soften his reaction and spare me something of what was in his mind now. ?I deserve whatever you wish to do with me. I won?t complain, again.?He stepped back and considered me. He showed the pictures to his friends who gasped, then referred to me in the most disgusting ways. He quieted them and they seemed nervous for a moment.?Someone put the clip and weight back on her nipple. Then, we?ll all fuck her.? He held my eyes, ?On your hands and knees like the bitch you are.?The clips were roughly removed from my cunt lips and a cock drove deep into me without consideration of my readiness. I hated myself that with everything that had been happening my cunt had still become wet. What was wrong with me?As the man fucked me, he pounded into me. Our hips slapped together and he pushed me forward with each thrust. The effect on the weight hanging from my nipples was excruciating. The weights pulling my nipples swung wildly. The combination, though, had its effect on me. I didn?t orgasm during the fuck, but my body was responding. The next man entered my cunt as soon as the other pulled out and he was just as forceful. Suddenly, my hanging head was raised and I found a cock inches from my nose. I dutifully opened my mouth and it was stuffed in. Thank goodness for a small cock. I had two cocks being driven into me from both ends. I paid much more attention to the cock in my mouth than I did to the one in my cunt. My cunt was being fucked, but I worried about the cock in my mouth scr****g against my teeth. I feared what Prakash?s reaction be to that.The one in my mouth didn?t cum. Instead, he went to my cunt after the other man spurted his cum into me. The next cock in my mouth I knew had to be Prakash. He didn?t try to fuck my mouth as much as allow me to suck it. He almost seemed to be distracted by something. In short order, I found out why.When the other man pulled out of my cunt, Prakash pulled out of my mouth. I waited for Prakash to take me next, but instead, there was a pause. Then I felt something being dripped onto my asshole, then a finger pushing in, penetrating my anal passage and opening my sphincter. Prakash was going to take my asshole. The pictures were all he needed to give him the courage. I think the thought might have otherwise disgusted him, but seeing the picture of my asshole gaping open and obvious cum dripping out gave him a new perspective of his wife. I felt he now saw me as only a slut that anything could now be done to. And, if the gangbang before wasn?t enough proof of his intent, this was.He fucked my asshole just as hard as the others fucked my cunt. The weights on my nipples swung just as wildly as before, pulling and pinching just as hard and painfully. I pressed back into him, just as I did when his dogs fucked me there. That time, I couldn?t effective move. This time, I could and did. I pressed back against him and that seemed to fire him up more. He pounded into me with more force and impact than I could have imagined from him. When I felt his seed emptying into my anal passage, I came, too.I collapsed to the floor, his cock sliding out of my ass. I was gasping for breath and I could hear a similar reaction from him. But, without opening my eyes to check the reactions of the others, I knew in my soul that wasn?t the end to this. The bags of items they brought with them indicated they had activities planned. And, this was only the beginning.I was ordered to the kitchen to refresh their drinks. Two of the man continued with wine, one with beer, and Prakash wanted a whiskey. I moved to the kitchen naked and wobbly. When I returned with the drinks on a tray so I could manage them all in one trip, the swinging weights suspended from my nipples and the cum glistening around my cunt was noticed and commented on by the men. Once the drinks were given to each, I was ordered to resume dancing before them. The hanging weights swung with each of my movements. My nipples had gone numb with the normal tension of the clip, but when the weighs bounced, it sent a new jolt of sharp pain. They seemed to take delight in my discomfort and whispered comments back and forth among themselves as the music played and my attention was focused on trying to please them with the dancing, which was also not part of my experience.One of the wine drinkers moved to the kitchen and returned with the open wine bottle. He emptied it in the two glasses and looked at Prakash who shrugged. The man pulled in a chair from the kitchen dinette table, positioning it in front of the others, and balanced the empty bottle on the chair seat. I had stopped moving by this time. He pointed to the bottle on the chair and gave me one word, ?Sit.?I shut my eyes and pulled in a deep breath. The bottle had a long narrow neck while widening to three inches at the main body. Even the few steps to the chair caused the weights still attached to my nipples to swing. I didn?t bother looking to Prakash as if he might provide me some relief from what I was told to do. It was clear that Prakash was allowing the men freedom to do with me what they wanted. The pictures Mr. Iyer had sent essentially sealed my fate.I straddled the chair facing the men, two on the sofa and two on side chairs. I moved a hand down to steady the bottle and was told not to. I lowered my body into a squat until I felt the top of the bottle against my crotch. I moved around slightly to locate the opening to my cunt, then lowered myself to penetrate my cunt with the bottle. I allowed my body to lower, taking more of the neck as I did. I raised up, then lowered down further. I was told to fuck myself on the bottle and to take as much of it as I could. I looked down as I raised up and saw the wetness on the surface of the bottle. Some of the wetness was their cum, but part of it was my own, too. I knew it and so did they. My body continued to betray me.Each time I raised up, I descended a little further until I felt the width of the body spreading my opening further and further. I didn?t know if some of the dog knots were three inches in diameter or not. But, even if they were, they stretched me in entering and exiting. The same sensation was happening now. The increasing width of the bottle was stretching my opening, but I continued to rise and lower. And I was taking more of the bottle with each descent. The stretching of my cunt was like taking the knot of a dog. It might be the largest thing I tried putting inside of me. It certainly felt like more than any of the knots, but it might also have been that the fucking of the dog had partially diverted my attention from the stretching. Whatever, I was doing it. I was getting more and more of the bottle inside my cunt. I look down between my splayed legs and found I had managed to go down to the portion of the bottle that was a constant diameter, my cunt was fully stretched to the three inches of the bottle at its widest.About the time I began wondering how much more of the bottle I can push into my cunt before it would jam into my insides, it happened. I was pressing, rising and pressing to take more of the bottle. Once I had stretched wide enough, it was just a matter of pressing down and rising up, coating the bottle surface to continue taking more. More, that is, until the top of the neck jammed into the end of my vaginal chamber. I pressed a little harder, but no more was going to go in. With my body pressing down on the bottle, I bent over to look. There were about three inches of the bottle still outside my cunt.I looked up at the men and they were silent. I had the feeling they were surprised and impressed, though I was afraid that might only spur them on to other trials.From one of the bags on the floor, someone took out a Daikon radish and I gulped. Its shape had an implied use. The Daikon radish is white in color, about 12 inches long, having a pointed tip and widening to about two inches in diameter at the base. I was instructed to get on the floor on my knees, leaving the bottle in my cunt. Someone pushed my head to the floor so my ass was sticking up in the air. My knees were prodded apart and I once again felt oil being dripped onto my asshole. That was exactly what I imagined the implied use could be. With the bottle still jammed in my cunt obscenely, the tip of the radish was pressed against my asshole. The pointed tip made it easier to pass through my sphincter. Pressure was applied to the radish and more and more of it seemed to be entering me. I had never felt so full in my life, sexually as short as it was.Prakash asked me how much I thought was inside me. It felt like nearly all of it had to be. He pulled my hand back and I felt for the radish and was shocked that no more than half of it had been pushed into me. The men all laughed and more of it was pushed into me. This continued for several more minutes, pushing, pulling, and pushing more. It felt like it was up in my stomach and I could feel the two objects pushing against each other in my two holes. It was a wickedly, disgusting, but enthralling experience.When they were done, I put my hand back, again. I found about the same about of bottle as radish sticking out of me. Through all that, I had nearly forgotten about the clips and weights on my nipples. When I was helped to a standing position with my holes still filled, my entire body wanted to cry out. My filled holes felt somehow more filled as my position shifted. The weights again bounced and swung from my nipples. A hand on my back encouraged me to move and I was told to retrieve them more drinks.My body felt exactly as it should. Trying to walk with a bottle in my cunt and a long radish in my ass was awkward and clumsy. My nipples continued to throb and ache. I was nearly to the kitchen when I remembered I had forgotten the tray. I waddled back to the table by the men, retrieved the tray, turned and made my way back to the kitchen. Through it all, I could hear comments, chuckles and outright laughing.When I returned, they removed the bottle, radish, and the clips from my nipples. What I thought was going to be a relief turned out to be as painful as having the clips attached. Taking the clips from my nipples sent blood finally flowing back into them, the nerve endings revitalized. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears again coming as I tried to refrain from crying out.I was bent over the sofa and one of the men slammed his cock into my asshole. Again, they had this worked out. He came inside me and another took his place. He brutally thrust his cock into my gaping hole and fucked me until he came inside my ass. It thought this was how the rest were going to take me, but I was wrong. The night was going to be very different.I was pulled back in front of the sofa. One of the men was on the rug on his back, holding his cock up in the air. I was moved over him and instructed to impale myself on his cock. I looked down at him. I didn?t want to have to look at these men as I fucked them. I preferred it when they took me from behind. Although I was being used as their cunt for fucking, at least I didn?t see them. But, I was given the choice and I certainly wasn?t having any input in the activities.I knelt alongside his body and moved my dripping cunt over the head of his cock until it sunk into my hole. I lowered myself down the length of his cock. My damn body! I hated that I was being used and abused by these men who cared nothing for me and my body was reacting to their perverted attention. I tried to smother it before it escaped my mouth, but I failed. I moaned as the cock rose deeper into my cunt. I raised my body to nearly the top of his cock, then sank back down. It was interesting even to me that nobody told me I was to fuck him, my body just did it. I wasn?t doing it to please him, to make him cum, I was doing it because I ? I wanted it ? I needed it ? I craved it ?I was stopped with a hand on my shoulder, then pressure on my upper back to lay on the man below me. I felt someone behind me. I felt hands on my ass, then those hands spread my ass cheeks and I sucked in air and held it. A cock was pressed against my asshole. It was still loose and the cock slipped past my sphincter without much resistance. I had two cocks in my two holes! They began an awkward thrusting into me until they seemed to find a rhythm they could maintain. God! They were trying to abuse me, but ? but it was wonderful! I never felt anything like it. The dogs and men in my holes were one thing, but to have both filled at the same time and separated by only that thin membrane, feeling them gliding over each other ? I felt stuffed with cock. I groaned and moaned and gasped. I was rising to an explosive orgasm and I think it was pissing them off. They thrust into me harder and harder as if it might punish me. Instead, I rose to orgasm faster.When I exploded, my holes clenched around the cocks still inside me like a vise-grip and they both instantly spurted their seed into me. The three of us collapsed into each other on the floor. All three of us were spent. And, it seemed to really anger Prakash.He pulled our bodies from each other. He pointed me to the chair still sitting in the living room opposite the sofa. He handed me the wine bottle and told me I was to get the entire bottle into my cunt. I could see his eyes flashing.I moved to the chair and stood the bottle up and positioned my hole over the top and slowly descended down the bottle. I now had more cum from the men and my own secretions to obscenely coat the surface of the bottle as I rose and lowered over the bottle. As I rose, the surface of the bottle was shiny with the fluids from inside my cunt. I managed to get to the widest part of the bottle and slowly rose and dropped repeatedly until I was again with a few inches of the bottom. I looked directly at Prakash hoping I might have satisfied him by taking an extra bit inside me. He shook his head and indicated down.I gulp in huge breaths, held it, and bore down on the bottle. I felt the top of the bottle hitting inside me, but I wiggle around as I gently pushed down more. My upper thighs were in contact with the sides of the chair, which made it hard to push down further. I braced myself with my hand between my legs and moved my legs toward the front of the chair, then sat down. The bottle jammed into me, but I had the entire bottle inside me. I looked up quickly, beseeching with my eyes for satisfaction.?Good. Excellent. I knew you could do it.? He smiled at me and I shuddered involuntarily. ?Now, just sit there. I have something I want you to try out.?He nodded to one of the guys and he came to me, asked for my tongue and fastened two clothes pins to it, one from each side. I couldn?t pull my tongue back into my mouth with the clips attached. I was helped up from the chair and the bottle stayed where it was. I put fingers of one hand between my legs and felt. Though my cunt was gaping from the bottle?s size, the bottle was fully inside me, the lips of my cunt partially closed over the edges of the bottom. Moving was extremely uncomfortable and awkward with the bottle inside me and the guys helped me because they wanted me on the floor on my back.Moving that much was hard for me. Then, I saw lengths of rope pulled from the bags. My hands were tied in front of me. I held onto an arm tightly with my tied hands as they assisted me onto the floor. The pain inside as I was partially in a sitting position was intense and I was relieved when I could lie back straight. Then, my hands were stretched above my head to some heavy furniture. Then, one grabbed a foot and lifted it up into the air and pulled it out to the side and back so I was obscenely spread. The bottle inside was jammed against my insides, again. As they pulled my legs back, it had the effect of pressing the bottle top against me in ways that didn?t seem proper. Then, I felt rope being wound around my ankles and held in place with tension in the rope to the same furniture.They clapped their hands together as they viewed what they had done. Prakash stepped up and gazed down at me. My ass was pulled up into the air, my body bent at the waist, my legs pulled back so far they were nearly at my head but pulled to sides. Then, I waited, trussed up and a wine bottle inserted into my cunt.From another of the bags came a jar of Ching?s Red-Hot Chili Sauce. Prakash made a point of showing it to me. I had seen this sauce in some of the restaurants but it was MUCH too hot for me. I got some on my lips once and it felt like it was burning. I didn?t want to know what they had in mind for that.My worst thoughts came rushing to me, though, as Prakash began pulling on thin latex gloves and opened the jar. He was given a small spoon, took a bit of the sauce from the jar and held it up to me as he knelt on the floor next to me. My eyes were wild with fear of what he intended to do with me in a completely helpless state. He brought the spoon over one nipple. I strained to watch and desperately tried to communicate with him but the clothespins on my tongue transformed any attempt to grunts and mumbles. He laughed and spread the sauce over the nipple. At first, I didn?t feel anything, but it was false confidence. The impact of the sauce took a moment and it started stinging at my sensitive nub and I felt it on the softer tissue of the breast as the juice ran off the sides.He repeated it on the other nipple. I now had tears flowing from my eyes. He put a puddle of it in my belly button. Then, he brought the spoon to my mouth. The bit that he put on the tip of my tongue dripped to my lower lip and some into my mouth. I tried crying out but it was muffled. Then, in horror, I watched as he took a spoonful this time and moved to my cunt. I shook my head but that only moved more of the sauce into my mouth. When he dropped the spoonful of sauce onto the bottle bottom in my cunt, I almost sighed in relief until my movements caused the sauce to run over the edge and leak into my cunt around the bottle. As if to prove beyond any doubt I might have what a sadistic, revengeful monster he was, he had one of the guys pull my clit hood back and dripped sauce over the most sensitive nub. I cried out. The sharp, stinging, hot, burning seemed to be consuming my most sensitive and erogenous spots.Then, I watch in final resignation and humiliation as Prakash stepped up to my bottom stuck up in the air, his hard cock pressed down toward my body. My cunt was filled with a bottle, I knew where his cock was going. My tears flooded out of my eyes. The bottle had me over-stuffed. I envisioned being ripped apart by him forcing his cock into my asshole. The pressure from my cunt made my anal passage tight despite the previous fucking. As he pressed his cock against my constricted hole, I cried out, muffled as it was, as he forced his way inside. Each vicious thrust into me moved the bottle, poking it into my bruised insides.When Prakash was done, the bottle was removed with difficulty. Then, the other guys fucked me in the cunt or ass. The one guy who tried my cunt was given a surprise that made me laugh despite my own pain. He encountered the same hot sauce and pulled his cock out. Hearing my muffled laugh, he swatted at my exposed cunt hard.One thought went through my mind ? if this was going to be my life, was remaining here going to be worth it?* * CHAPTER SIX will follow * * Thanks for reading.