gang banged by multiple men in function–3

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gang banged by multiple men in function–3CHAPTER 8Unlike the dance tamboo, the stocks were open to everyone. That reassured me…I mean, if it wasn’t “adults only” then there couldn’t be any nudity or anything, so my wife couldn’t go too far…right?The stocks themselves were in a grassy compound with tamboos to the sides and rear and a barrier at the front for the crowd to stand behind. That meant that whoever was in the stocks could be easily seen by the crowd, but only from the front. The significance of that escaped me at first.The crowd was already five deep along the barrier, but I pushed my way to the front. By the time I got there, the raja had already untied Nandini’s wrists and one of his sipahi had lifted the top part of the stocks. I saw Nandini look at the three semi-circles her neck and wrists would rest in and gulp. I waved to her frantically from the crowd, but she didn’t seem to see me, and there was so much cheering going on that my frantic cries were lost.Nandini slowly bent forward at the waist and placed her neck into the middle hole, then her wrists into the two smaller ones at the sides. Immediately, the sipahi closed the top half and locked it, trapping her in position. Helpless. The wood base of the stocks went right down to the ground, hiding all of her except her head and hands.“Ladies!” said the raja. “Gentlemen! You are here today to bear witness to insaf being served! This harlot has conspired to assassinate her king!”The crowd gasped, delighted.“No doubt her plan was use her charms to seduce my guards before she killed me in my sleep,” said the raja.The men in the crowd roared, and there were a few ribald comments about my wife’s “charms”. They were middle managers and IT professionals, men who wouldn’t dream of provoking a lawsuit by making a sexist comment to a woman. After years of frustration, they’d been freed for one day to live in Olde Worlde Delhi, where women were vaishyaes and harlots and had no rights, and they were damn well going to make the most of it. And hey, the woman in the stocks was probably an actress, right? She wouldn’t mind.“Teach her a lesson, sire!” yelled the men.“How do you think we should punish her?” the raja asked the crowd.The men stared at my wife, bent over and helpless, her cleavage readily displayed to them by her position.“Spank her!” yelled first one, then another and another.I saw Nandini draw in a huge gasp of shock, even though she’d known what was going to happen. “N—No!” she said, her eyes wide. “No! Please!”There was a shift in mood when they heard her plead. Every man except me leaned forward over the barrier, mouths hungry, teeth gleaming. “Spank her!” they chanted. “Spank her, spank her!” And though the word they were using was spank, I knew that it wasn’t the word in their minds. I saw wives and girlfriends roll their eyes at the way their men folk were behaving, but they did nothing to stop it. Let him get it out of his system, they must have thought. She’s only some bimbo actress.“Should I lift her lehenga?” the raja asked.“YES!” the men roared.“W—What? No!” my wife wailed, and struggled against the stocks. But her struggles were weak and, as I watched her moving, I noticed something. The holes in the stocks were far bigger than they needed to be—probably as a safety precaution. She could easily pull her hands and head back through the holes and escape if she wanted to. Which meant that she didn’t want to.The stocks hid both her and the king’s lower bodies from view, but I knew from her horrified expression that he was gathering up her lehenga and lifting it. I imagined her long, shapely legs coming into view and then her ripe, toned ass—And then I remembered and I went numb. My hands froze, clutching the rope barrier in front of me.She wasn’t wearing any panties. The guy from the dance tamboo was still holding them. Her lower body was entirely nude, right in front of the raja.I saw my wife’s face redden as she felt the cool evening air against her naked pussy. Of course, we in the crowd couldn’t see that she was naked. The stocks blocked our view, and we only knew the raja had even lifted her lehenga because he hooked it over the front of the stocks to make the point. But I knew that the raja was feasting his eyes on her upturned rump, and on the lips of her pussy beneath. Nandini waxed herself smooth apart from a landing strip of soft, dark hair just above her pussy. From behind, I knew he’d have a glorious view of her soft, pink folds between those smooth thighs.I stared at the king’s face, waiting to see the shock as he realized her panties were missing. Maybe he’d stop the whole thing, or at least pull her lehenga down. But he simply smirked, as if he’d been expecting it. How was that possible?“Bastard!” said a female voice next to me.CHAPTER 9I looked across. It was a pretty silky woman in her late twenties, dressed in a vaishya’s outfit. “What?” I asked.“That’s supposed to be me in there,” the woman said, her tone somewhere between anger and hurt. “It was all planned, and then he went and fetched some bimbo guest!” She sniffed. “Her costume’s not even the right period!”I followed her gaze…right to the king’s tousled hair and blue eyes. I knew unrequited love when I saw it. I wondered if the guy had any idea…or if he cared. Pretty as she was, the woman wasn’t in the same league as Nandini. Worse, I suspected she knew it. “Bitch,” she almost spat as she looked at my wife. “I hope he damn well leaves marks!”The raja was raising his hand theatrically high to begin the spanking. My wife started to struggle—or rather non-struggle—anew. “Please!” she begged. “Don’t!” Her eyes had taken on a glazed look. God, she’s really losing herself in it!“I will give her six,” the raja announced.His hand descended and even over the roar of the crowd we could clearly hear the sound of it cracking across her ass cheek. Nandini’s eyes snapped wide and she let out a high, shocked cry.“One!” yelled the crowd.His hand rose in the air again…and then fell. There was another sharp crack of skin on skin and my wife jumped in pain, her breasts bouncing to the delight of the men in the crowd. “Don’t!” she panted. “Stop!” But her voice was tight and breathy.“Two!” the crowd roared.Again the king’s hand flashed down and again my wife jerked. She let out a cry that was almost a moan and her eyes were heavy-lidded now.“Three!”The raja had been slightly to the side of my wife, so that he could swing more effectively. Now, though, he moved close in behind her. We couldn’t see exactly what he was doing because sincan escort the stocks hid our view, but he seemed to be moving his other arm in to touch her….My wife suddenly gasped, but she didn’t make any sort of protest.The raja drew back his arm and I saw him lift his hand to look at his fingers. He looked up, searched the crowd, and found me standing by the rope. And he smiled and rubbed the tips of his fingers together.My stomach seemed to fall a thousand floors. No one else in the crowd would guess what he’d just done, because they didn’t know her panties were missing. But I knew. He’d just reached forward and touched her pussy, running his fingers over her lips. That bastard just touched my wife! It was my dream and my nightmare. I felt my cock stiffen even as anger made my chest go tight. He’s groping her while she’s helpless! And yet he wasn’t. She was no more helpless than I was…she was choosing to stay in the stocks, choosing to along with it. Choosing to let him run his fingers over her most private parts.And it was more than that. From the way he’d examined his fingers, he’d found her wet. She was loving it…and he knew.The raja raised his hand again and brought it down. My wife jumped and moaned, her hands twisting in their holes as if she was trying to escape. Her body flexed, her breasts swayed, her mouth was open and panting. She did everything possible to get free…short of simply pulling her hands and head through the too-large holes and standing up.“Four!” the crowd shouted.The king’s hand rose into the air. I noticed that his other hand was out of sight again. I couldn’t see what he was doing with it, but I could see my wife’s reaction. Her eyes opened wide and then her eyelids fluttered and finally closed. I looked closer at the raja. The shoulder of the hidden hand was moving. Rhythmically.I drew in my breath. He was rubbing her. He had his fingers on her or in her, and he was rubbing her while he spanked her.His hand cracked down again and my wife jerked in the stocks. She let out a long, low moan.“Five!” shouted the crowd.The bastard was rubbing my wife’s pussy in front of everyone, and the crowd didn’t even know what they were seeing!One person was aware, though. One person knew the raja and clearly knew the sorts of games he played. The silky woman next to me was staring at my wife with absolute hatred, tears in her eyes. “Trampy bitch,” she whispered viciously. “She deserves everything she gets!” And she turned and pushed her way out through the crowd.My wife was gasping and shaking in the stocks as the raja took his time with the final stroke. I could hear her cries getting higher and higher and I realized it was far worse than I’d thought. God, he’s going to make her come! I never agreed to this!I started trying to force my way through the crowd, to get around to the side of the stocks so that I could speak to my wife, but everyone was gawping and no one wanted to move. I heard Nandini’s breathing change to high little pants, which meant she was close. I’m not going to make it in time!I imagined his fingers moving faster and faster, maybe rubbing her clit, maybe plunging in and out of her sopping lips. Half of the agony of it was not knowing exactly what he was doing. I’m meant to watch! I’m meant to be there watching it!Part of me still didn’t believe he’d actually take her over the edge. Someone would guess, I thought desperately. He can’t possibly make her come in public without anyone knowing!And then I looked around at the crowd and I realized I was being hopelessly naive. The men were all leaning forward, straining to get the best view. They did know, or at least they hoped they were right. They probably loved the idea of a submissive woman orgasming from a spanking. And I could see their wives and girlfriends shrugging and looking away, telling themselves that she was just in pain, or acting, or both. They were all seeing what they wanted to see, and neither group was going to complain about it. I became frantic, pushing people out of the way, trying to get close enough to call to my wife.Then the raja looked at me, our eyes locking for a second. “Stop!” I mouthed.I saw him tilt his head to one side, as if considering.And then he smiled and his arm moved even faster. His other hand rose in the air one final time.“No!” I moaned.The king’s hand cracked down against my wife’s ass and she gave a high little squeal that turned into a long, low, breathless groan. I recognized that sound. I’d heard her make it in our bedroom, though never so intensely.My wife trembled in the stocks and then went limp. The crowd roared. The king’s eyes never left mine for a second, and they shone with victory. I’ve just made your wife come, he was saying.I wanted to tear his head off. And yet, looking at my wife’s panting, straining body as she’d climaxed for someone else, I’d been harder than I’d ever been.The show over, the crowd slowly dispersed. I watched as my wife regained her composure and stood up. Just as I’d thought, she didn’t have to wait for the king’s sipahi to lift the top half of the stocks. She simply pulled her hands and head out and straightened up, flipping her lehenga down to cover her. She could have done that at any point. But she wanted it, I thought, outraged. She wanted him to make her come!As she walked towards me, though, my righteous anger started to waver. I’d got her into all this. I’d wanted to come here, and I’d convinced her to wear the outfit. I’d told her it was okay to have fun with other men.She took my hand. She was smiling, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. “Wow,” she said. “That was…wow. It…was okay, right? I mean…we’re okay?”My only mistake was in letting the situation go too far, and in being too far away to tell her to stop. That was my fault, not hers. If I got angry with her now, it would mean the end of all our games. I’d kill the whole thing just as it was getting going. And, ultimately, no harm had been done, except to my pride.“Yes,” I lied. “Yes, it was fine.” Then, to make it sound more convincing, I added, “I loved it!”That was too much. Her face lit up and I immediately cursed myself. “Really? Oh, thank God. I thought I’d gone too far.” She blushed. “I…sort of got carried away again.”The raja chose that moment to walk over and join us. “Well,” he said. “That was fun.” And he gave Nandini’s waist a little squeeze in a way I didn’t like at all.I wanted to kill him, but I knew that, if I got angry at him, Nandini would think she’d done something wrong. “Yeah,” I said.“Thank you for letting escort sincan Nandini play the role,” the raja told me. “It’s great that you’re happy for her to…enjoy herself.”Nandini blushed. Then, maybe to cover her embarrassment, she said, “Oh, Rishab loves to see me with other men.”Shit! That wasn’t true! Well, not exactly. Not with in the way she meant it…that sounded like she meant full-blown sex! But it was too late.“Oh, really?” asked the king, amused. “One of those.” He said it knowingly. One of what?!“Well, anyway…we should be going,” I said. “The nauchandi will be closing soon.”“Oh, but you can’t leave yet,” said the raja smoothly. “There’s the closing procession still to come. And I’d like Nandini to be part of it, after she played her role so well.”Nandini drew in her breath, as if that would be the greatest honor in the world. “Really?!”I stared at her. Only that morning, she’d still been skeptical of the whole Mughal-e-azam nauchandi idea. But I knew this had nothing to do with the nauchandi itself. This was about him, with his grizzled jaw and blue eyes, with his pecs that stretched out his shirt and his tight pants. And it was about her, and what she’d discovered about herself, the feelings that overtook her when someone tied her hands or held her wrists. I thought of her alone with the king, maybe for an hour or more, while the procession wound its way around the nauchandi.“No,” I said firmly. “I think I need to spend some time with my wife.”“That’s no problem,” the raja said. “I’d like you to be part of the procession, too, to thank you for being such a good sport. I even have a costume for you.”Nandini beamed. “Oh, will you, Rishab ? It’d be great!”I looked between them. It was ridiculous, but I felt suddenly outnumbered. “We can stay together?” I asked. “Right by her side?”“Right by her side,” said the king, giving me a slightly patronizing smile. “And afterwards, since you were in the procession, you get to come to the crew party.”I very nearly said No. There was just something about the king, something cold and cruel in his eyes that I didn’t like. But…despite everything that had gone wrong, the day had been a huge step forward in getting what I wanted. I knew that now, I’d be able to get my wife to dress up and tease men much more easily. And now that I knew about her love of being tied up and made to feel helpless, maybe we could even play some of those games ourselves.Already, I was starting to rationalize the things that she’d done. I’d never want another man to touch her the way the raja had, but feeling her breasts, maybe kissing…that had been kind of okay. It had gone too far, but it could have been much worse. And I knew that the day had stocked up Nandini’s library of fantasies for years to come—I was even considering trying to buy the vaishya outfit from the costumier so she could wear it for me in the bedroom. Overall, the day was a positive. And I needed Nandini to end it on a high, not a low, so that she would be open to teasing men in the future. The last thing I wanted to do was have her spend any more time with the king, but it didn’t seem like I had any choice.I’ll be right by her side, I thought. It’ll be fine.“Okay,” I said.CHAPTER 10We were back in the costumier’s tamboo and I was looking doubtfully at the mask. I’d seen madaris before, in books. The red outfit wasn’t a surprise, though the colors were darker and less garish than I’d expected. But the mask was something else…its face was twisted into a cackling grin, the mouth and chin elongated. It was part madari, part devil. And though there were tiny holes for my eyes and nostrils, the mouth was completely closed off.“You’ll get used to it,” said the raja. “It’s a tradition that the madari isn’t allowed to speak, only caper and prance.”I tried the mask on. It was a little hot and uncomfortable at first but, once I got used to breathing through my nose, it wasn’t so bad. And, I had to admit as I looked in the mirror, I looked sort of badass. When the raja had said I’d play the madari, I’d thought it was another way to humiliate me, but this madari was cool—funny and evil at the same time. I spoke to my wife, but it was useless. My lips were smooshed up against thick rubber and the rubber was thick enough that it muffled my garbled words.“What?” asked Nandini.I took the mask off. “I’ll be right beside you,” I said seriously. “If anything happens…I’ll tap your arm if I want you to stop, okay? And I’ll stroke your arm if it’s okay to keep going.”She nodded. “Nothing’s going to happen,” she said, blushing slightly. “It’s just a parade.”“We keep the costumes on for the party,” said the raja. “It’s a tradition.”How am I going to have a drink with this thing on? I wondered. But Nandini seemed to love the idea. I could see her eyes light up at the idea of partying dressed as a vaishya…and with all the men around her dressed up, too. I’m going to have to keep a really careful eye on her, I thought, already beginning to regret my decision.“Ready?” asked the raja. “It’s time.”CHAPTER 11The procession was fun. Night had fallen and the route was lit by flaming torches, making everything look even more authentically mughal era. Nandini rode atop the king’s white charger at the head of the procession, the two of them waving to the crowd, and I capered alongside. Behind us, rows of the king’s sipahi, dressed in shining armor. Behind them, nobles, then the vaishyaes and common folk. Nandini and I were the only people there who weren’t part of the official crew. All the other guests were lining the route to watch.I remembered my comment to Nandini, when I’d first suggested the nauchandi—It’ll be like Disneyland for grown-ups. And it was like that. For the first time in my life, I understood what it was like to be an entertainer, to be the one receiving the applause, and it was great. I was actually glad of the mask. Nandini, for all her shyness and blushes, seemed to take quite naturally to waving to the crowd, but I’ve never been good at that sort of thing. But with the mask on, I almost became a different person. Something about hiding my face made it easier to let myself go. I jumped and bounced alongside the horse, waving my arms to get the crowd going like a sports team mascot. I found I was actually having fun.It helped that the raja seemed to be behaving himself. He was pressed right up behind my wife, close enough that I knew she could probably feel his cock against her ass again, but he didn’t seem to be actually trying to paw her. He’d put his hands on her sides sincan escort bayan to steady her, or wrap an arm around her waist while he waved with the other, but there was nothing that bothered me. In fact, it was exactly the sort of thing that turned me on—he was lusting after my wife, but he couldn’t do much about it, probably because a thousand eyes were on him. I was going to be the one to take her home at the end of the day. I’m definitely going to buy that vaishya’s outfit, I thought proudly.By the time the procession finished, I almost didn’t want it to end. As Nandini slid down from the horse, she asked, “Glad we stayed? You looked like you were really getting into it.”I nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. It’s weird, but the mask makes it easier to let go.”The raja interrupted. “That’s normal. A lot of guys find that.”I blinked at him. I’d just been talking about the procession, not anything to do with our games. But Nandini nodded solemnly, as if anything the raja said must be full of wisdom.“Come on,” the raja said. “Let’s get to the party.”As the guests filed out of the site, the crew all made for the dance tamboo. People were rolling in barrels of ale and carrying bottles of mead, and musicians were bringing their instruments. I started to relax. Once I got inside, no doubt they’d relax the costume tradition a little and I’d be able to take the mask off. And then I could kick back with my wife and spend some time together. We’d be able to explore on my terms: maybe she’d tease another man or maybe we’d just enjoy the party together, lying on that big pile of cushions. It was going to be great!The entrance to the tamboo was quite small, and there were a lot of people trying to get in. The raja let my wife go on ahead, but then hung back a little to let some people past. The result was that my wife was separated from us. I saw her realize too late and look back at me nervously, but I grinned to reassure her and waved at her to go in. She knew that she wasn’t to do anything without me there—I’d made that very clear. And besides, the raja wasn’t with her; he was still outside, with me.The raja rolled his eyes at the crowd of people in front of us. “There’s a back way in,” he told me. “Let’s use that.”Nandini had already disappeared through the entrance. I wanted to catch up with her, so I nodded.He led me around the side of the dance tamboo, away from all the people. There was another tamboo beside it and the two came quite close together, so we had to pick our way carefully over guy ropes—not easy, in the dark, and even harder when you’re trying to see through tiny eyeholes in a mask.“Wait,” the raja said suddenly. “Stop there.”I stopped, thinking I was about to trip over something. And then he pushed me hard, sending me staggering sideways through a flap in the next door tamboo.I went down, sprawling on the ground. I cried out, but the mask made an effective gag and, besides, the music had started in the dance tamboo. No one in there would be able to hear me.Hands grabbed me from behind and hauled me to my feet, and then the mask was dragged over my head. More hands began to strip the rest of the madari costume off me.I was more shocked than angry. “What the hell?!” I asked. I tried to turn around, but hard hands had grabbed my arms. “What are you doing? Let me get back to Nandini!”The raja had ducked through the flap to follow me and now he straightened up, brushing imaginary dust from his clothes. “Don’t worry,” he told me. “Nandini won’t be alone for long.”I didn’t like the mocking way he said that. I opened my mouth to protest, but something was suddenly shoved inside it—it felt like a hard, rubber ball. Straps pulled tight across my cheeks and I felt them cinch tighter, then relax just a little. I tried to force the thing out of my mouth and couldn’t—they’d buckled it behind my head!CHAPTER 12“We thought that costume wasn’t appropriate for you,” said the raja. “You see, the madari, while a fool, is a randy fellow. We thought a monk would suit you better…since you won’t be getting any, tonight.”I shouted for help, but the ball pressed my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, making it impossible to form words, and muffling the sounds I did make. I struggled, but there were too many people holding me. The madari outfit was off me, now, leaving me in my underwear. My arms were forced in front of me and my wrists tied together. Then my ankles were tied together, leaving me with a short length that meant I could shuffle along, but not walk or run. Finally, my wrists and ankles were tied together with just enough rope between them that I could stoop, but not stand.They pulled a dark brown hooded robe over my shoulders, fastening it at the front to hide my bound wrists. When they flipped the hood up, my face was plunged into deep shadow. I really did look like a monk—an old, silent monk, stooped and shuffling as he went about his prayers.I still didn’t understand. Was this just to humiliate me? Were they going to send me back to the party like this? Nandini would un-gag me and then we’d leave. It would be a short-lived prank.Now that I no longer needed to be held, the hands released me and, as they all walked around in front of me, I got to see who it was. The guy who’d danced with Nandini in the dance tamboo, and the lohar who’d kissed her. I suddenly knew why the raja had been riding around looking for her, and how he’d known that she was “adventurous.” They’d had their eye on her all day.“You see,” said the king, “We like Nandini. We really do. And it’s been a long nauchandi and we’re all ready for some fun. So that’s exactly what we’re going to do, Rishab . We’re going to have some fun with her.”I moaned and shook my head.“Oh no, you see: we are,” said the raja. He smirked. “We really, really are.”Another person walked around from behind me. He was about my height, and looked to be younger than the rest. I didn’t recognize him…but I recognized what he was wearing.He was wearing the madari outfit. And when he slid the mask over his head, he looked just like me.It finally dawned on me what they were planning and I took a hopeless, shuffling step towards him, almost going flat on my face. The madari laughed and stepped nimbly out of the way.“You see, all Nandini needs is reassurance,” the raja said. “She just needs to know that it’s okay, that you won’t be angry at her in the morning.” He grinned. “Nick here will give her that. It does mean that he has to pretend to be you all night, but don’t worry—I’ll have someone swap with him at some point so he can have his turn.”His turn?! Oh God…he couldn’t seriously mean—The raja leaned close to me. “Nandini said that you loved seeing her with other men. Well, this is going to be a treat for you. You get to see her fucked all…night…long.”tbc…..