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humiliation of Shruti
A defeated and exhausted Shruti was carried naked into the car by Mani, her husband’s friend, and business partner.
“You are a woman with a beautiful body. You shouldn’t be ashamed of getting naked in public. I know that you like it,” he said. She firmly hid her face in his chest. With everyone in the market gazing at her naked body, she just wanted to get inside the car and the ordeal to end.
Her disgusting and aged husband Ramsankar took the front seat beside the driver, Raghu. Mani handed over Shruti to Krishna like a baby. She sat curled up on his lap with her face buried in her palms. Mani and Ahmed occupied the window seats. Krishna sat in the middle so that everyone got a piece of the action.
“To the hotel, sir?” asked Raghu, unable to take his eyes off the rearview mirror.
“No. The locals said there’s a pond about an hour from here, deep into the town. It’s a straight road, but it can get bumpy along the way. I want to visit that,” said Mani. The driver googled the destination as Mani instructed and set the location. Thus began the ride and the next phase of Shruti’s humiliation.
Krishna passed her a hoodie they had brought along. Shruti obediently put it on and zipped it to the brim. After being exposed so blatantly, a full-arm hoodie felt like armor. She also got to wear her night shorts. Of course, they weren’t being sympathetic to her plight.
It had more to do with avoiding being caught by the police with a naked woman inside the vehicle. The town police station was nearby. So until they hit the road, Shruti was granted the luxury of covering her modesty. Circling the market place, the car halted in front of a row of food, snack and dessert shops.
Mani and Ahmed stepped down and took their time to buy some stuff. After 20 minutes, they dumped a lot of covers on the trunk of the car. Some even inside the icebox they had bought along to store beer. Mani handed Shruti two chicken sandwiches and a bottle of coke.
“You must be tired in the morning. Eat,” he ordered. Shruti was much happy to oblige. She had lost way too many fluids and she devoured the food like a glutton. As all of them munched on their eatables sitting inside the car. The situation felt normal for the very first time.
Krishna did not do much except caress her thighs a little as he chewed on his roll. It was nothing compared to the things they did to her earlier. They all passed food and drinks, chatted and joked like normal friends. Although impossible, Shruti felt hopeful that this would continue for the rest of the trip.
She was skeptical however of the stuff that was dumped onto the back seat. Her skepticisms would soon be strongly answered.
“Straight, right?” asked Ahmed. They moved to pass the market place and turned to a narrow road.
“Yes, sir. All straight from here” answered Raghu.
“That’s all we needed to hear,” smiled Ahmed and eyed Shruti with lust. Within seconds, the molestation began.
“Boys, please! Haven’t’ you had enough,” Shruti said, clutching onto her zip and shorts.
“It’s good to burn your calories after eating. Do you want to become fat like your husband?” asked Krishna, pressing her filled belly. His hands slipped into her night shorts as Mani and Ahmed started to massage her tits. They pushed her hands away.
They undressed her completely and tossed the hoodie and shorts behind the back seat. Krishna took over her breasts as the other two spread out her legs and stretched it to the fullest extent. Mani and Ahmed subjected her feet to sensual mouth play, swirling their tongue between each of her toes and licking the soles of her feet.
It felt ticklish and weird. Her sensitive nerve endings struggled to handle the stimulation. She tried to pull her legs back on multiple occasions. Only for it to be brought back to position and sucked with renewed vigor. Krishna jiggled her boobs and twisted her nipples.
His tongue traced along her spine and rested on the nape of her neck, sucking it hard to leave a hickey. The three licked her like her body was made of honey. She gasped profusely as her body struggled to breathe. As she was reaching heights of sensation, everyone was suddenly flung from their seats.
The car had hit a big road bump at 40 km/hr and Raghu had done nothing to slow down. “Watch the road, you asshole!” Mani scolded. Raghu apologized and sweated nervously. He adjusted his pants and wiped his face, once again forcing his eyes back onto the road.
“Let’s not do this in the...
“You are a woman with a beautiful body. You shouldn’t be ashamed of getting naked in public. I know that you like it,” he said. She firmly hid her face in his chest. With everyone in the market gazing at her naked body, she just wanted to get inside the car and the ordeal to end.
Her disgusting and aged husband Ramsankar took the front seat beside the driver, Raghu. Mani handed over Shruti to Krishna like a baby. She sat curled up on his lap with her face buried in her palms. Mani and Ahmed occupied the window seats. Krishna sat in the middle so that everyone got a piece of the action.
“To the hotel, sir?” asked Raghu, unable to take his eyes off the rearview mirror.
“No. The locals said there’s a pond about an hour from here, deep into the town. It’s a straight road, but it can get bumpy along the way. I want to visit that,” said Mani. The driver googled the destination as Mani instructed and set the location. Thus began the ride and the next phase of Shruti’s humiliation.
Krishna passed her a hoodie they had brought along. Shruti obediently put it on and zipped it to the brim. After being exposed so blatantly, a full-arm hoodie felt like armor. She also got to wear her night shorts. Of course, they weren’t being sympathetic to her plight.
It had more to do with avoiding being caught by the police with a naked woman inside the vehicle. The town police station was nearby. So until they hit the road, Shruti was granted the luxury of covering her modesty. Circling the market place, the car halted in front of a row of food, snack and dessert shops.
Mani and Ahmed stepped down and took their time to buy some stuff. After 20 minutes, they dumped a lot of covers on the trunk of the car. Some even inside the icebox they had bought along to store beer. Mani handed Shruti two chicken sandwiches and a bottle of coke.
“You must be tired in the morning. Eat,” he ordered. Shruti was much happy to oblige. She had lost way too many fluids and she devoured the food like a glutton. As all of them munched on their eatables sitting inside the car. The situation felt normal for the very first time.
Krishna did not do much except caress her thighs a little as he chewed on his roll. It was nothing compared to the things they did to her earlier. They all passed food and drinks, chatted and joked like normal friends. Although impossible, Shruti felt hopeful that this would continue for the rest of the trip.
She was skeptical however of the stuff that was dumped onto the back seat. Her skepticisms would soon be strongly answered.
“Straight, right?” asked Ahmed. They moved to pass the market place and turned to a narrow road.
“Yes, sir. All straight from here” answered Raghu.
“That’s all we needed to hear,” smiled Ahmed and eyed Shruti with lust. Within seconds, the molestation began.
“Boys, please! Haven’t’ you had enough,” Shruti said, clutching onto her zip and shorts.
“It’s good to burn your calories after eating. Do you want to become fat like your husband?” asked Krishna, pressing her filled belly. His hands slipped into her night shorts as Mani and Ahmed started to massage her tits. They pushed her hands away.
They undressed her completely and tossed the hoodie and shorts behind the back seat. Krishna took over her breasts as the other two spread out her legs and stretched it to the fullest extent. Mani and Ahmed subjected her feet to sensual mouth play, swirling their tongue between each of her toes and licking the soles of her feet.
It felt ticklish and weird. Her sensitive nerve endings struggled to handle the stimulation. She tried to pull her legs back on multiple occasions. Only for it to be brought back to position and sucked with renewed vigor. Krishna jiggled her boobs and twisted her nipples.
His tongue traced along her spine and rested on the nape of her neck, sucking it hard to leave a hickey. The three licked her like her body was made of honey. She gasped profusely as her body struggled to breathe. As she was reaching heights of sensation, everyone was suddenly flung from their seats.
The car had hit a big road bump at 40 km/hr and Raghu had done nothing to slow down. “Watch the road, you asshole!” Mani scolded. Raghu apologized and sweated nervously. He adjusted his pants and wiped his face, once again forcing his eyes back onto the road.
“Let’s not do this in the...
