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October 20, 2018

Epic Repeated


Epic Repeated

After 30 minutes of ride, we reached a farmhouse, well lit, and bustling with noise of men. We entered the farmhouse, and I saw that there were about 25 men. The shop-owner picked a box from the living room, and took me to a corner, which was screened with a curtain of beads. The place had an ancient look, and the men were also dressed it glossy dhotis, dupattas on their upper body, very similar to what was shown in Mahabharata. The shopkeeper forwarded the box to me and said, “Change into these clothes.” He was seated on a couch, and I stood there in front of him, not knowing what’s happening around me. He yelled at me, “Are you going to take the entire night to change? People are waiting for you.” I took the box and opened it. There was a cream color silk sari inside, with matching blouse and petticoat. I started taking off my salwaar kurti and asked him, “What’s happening?” Staring at me in my lingerie, he said, “Hmmm! These are my clients tonight, and they are about to enact the scene from Mahabharata where Draupadi was stripped. Of course, no one will come to save you. All of them are going to pay me for it. People who fuck you will pay more than people who just watch.” I was totally surprised by the idea. He was returning me my 10000 rupees tonight, and making at least fifty thousand in return. I started to wear the blouse over my bra when he interrupted, “Take your bra and panties off too, they were probably not available back then, and, act like you were in place of Draupadi.” I got totally naked in front of him, and put the choli (blouse), petticoat, and sari on. He made me sit on the couch, and went out addressing the waiting men.

A couple of weeks had passed since the “twisted day” (please read the previous story) and I was waiting for the alcohol shop-owner to call me for the twenty thousand rupees that he took from me in exchange of two nights of slavery. I almost started believing that he has gone away with the money, and doesn’t want to have sex with me. By now, I had recovered from the sores that I was left with after the fateful night. My husband was out of town as usual, and I was watching TV on a boring afternoon when my phone rang. I received the call, and a stranger asked me straight away, “Are you free for the night whore?” I immediately knew it was the shop-keeper, and I told him that I was free. He continued, “Well, then its time for you to do half the job you promised (I had promised him 2 nights in exchange for 20000 rupees)… Come to my shop at 9 in the evening in your car, and I will lead you from there. I will give you half your money after the job too. I would suggest you sleep well till then, because you will need a lot of energy tonight.”

He had an excitement in his voice, and I had no clue what he was up to. I was wondering why he had called me after two weeks, and not immediately. With all the doubts in my mind, I reached the shop at 9pm as instructed. He got in the driver’s seat, and I shifted the the left. I was wearing a salwaar kurti, and while driving, he made sure that he slipped his hands inside my clothes, and felt me up at the signals. I asked, “Where are we going?” He got really angry and said, “Shut up bitch! Do as I ask you to. Don’t you want your money back? You are my slave for the night.” After a pause, he added, “Trust me, you will not get hurt like the other day.” I had no idea what happened then, as I had passed out, and I asked him about the night. He said, “You were fucked by about 20 men after you had passed out. You were lucky that you were not in your senses. I was generous enough to get condoms for last fifteen men. After all, I wanted you safe.” He started laughing, as I wondered in amazement. I noticed that we had left the city, and were moving on a highway.

After 30 minutes of ride, we reached a farmhouse, well lit, and bustling with noise of men. We entered the farmhouse, and I saw that there were about 25 men. The shop-owner picked a box from the living room, and took me to a corner, which was screened with a curtain of beads. The place had an ancient look, and the men were also dressed it glossy dhotis, dupattas on their upper body, very similar to what was shown in Mahabharata. The shopkeeper forwarded the box to me and said, “Change into these clothes.” He was seated on a couch, and I stood there in front of him, not knowing what’s happening around me. He yelled at me, “Are you going to take the entire night to change? People are waiting for you.” I took the box and opened it. There was a cream color silk sari inside, with matching blouse and petticoat. I started taking off my salwaar kurti and asked him, “What’s happening?” Staring at me in my lingerie, he said, “Hmmm! These are my clients tonight, and they are about to enact the scene from Mahabharata where Draupadi was stripped. Of course, no one will come to save you. All of them are going to pay me for it. People who fuck you will pay more than people who just watch.” I was totally surprised by the idea. He was returning me my 10000 rupees tonight, and making at least fifty thousand in return. I started to wear the blouse over my bra when he interrupted, “Take your bra and panties off too, they were probably not available back then, and, act like you were in place of Draupadi.” I got totally naked in front of him, and put the choli (blouse), petticoat, and sari on. He made me sit on the couch, and went out addressing the waiting men.

They were already playing poker, and suddenly one of the men came running inside to me, and shouted, “Draupadi! Come with me to the hall, we have won you.” I decided to play along, and said, “What do you mean by that?” The man replied, “Your husbands lost you to us in a bet, now you belong to us.” I replied, trying to appear angry, “Humans cannot be won or lost in game. Keep your hands away from me.” He approached me, and held my arm tight, and dragged me off my couch on the floor, and then taking my pallu off, started pulling me in the hall.” My deep cleavage was exposed as soon as he pulled my pallu, and I noticed his gaze at them. I held my pallu with my hand, and got dragged among the waiting men. The ‘Kauravs’ and ‘Pandavas’ had a verbal argument about the bet, when Duryodhan finally ordered the guy who pulled me to the hall, “Take her sari off brother, let us see how our whore looks like.” He tried to pull me, and I stood up still holding on to my pallu, and my cleavage wide open to all, and addressed the Pandavas, “How can you let this happen to your wife, you are sworn to protect me.” The shopkeeper who was acting as one of them, replied, “We are sorry sweetheart, but a bet is a bet, you are their slave from now on.”

Another man from the Kauravas side approached me, and held my hands tight, loosening the grip on my pallu. The man holding the other end of my pallu pulled it tight, and I moved in circles and my sari slipped off my body. I was soon standing in my choli and petticoat only, hiding my cleavage with my arms, and pretending to beg, “For God’s sake, please don’t do this, I am your sister-in-law.” The Kauravs laughed out loud, and four men circled me. They started to tease me by gently pinching my belly, shoulders, and then approaching my cleavage too. I stopped them from touching my cleavage my pushing their hands away. In the mean time, one of them loosened the knot of my petticoat, and my right hand went down, preventing it from falling further. The guys were laughing harder, and so was I. Another man, held my left arm, which was blocking my cleavage, and held it away, and the pinching of my cleavage began. At the same time, the men were now tickling my waist. With my left hand held tight. I could do very little to prevent the hands from messing with me. The man behind me untied the knot of my choli, and it slipped down a little. With the continuous tickling at one end, I had to use my right hand to stop it. My petticoat went down immediately, and at the same time the man standing in front of me pulled my choli too. Suddenly, I was totally naked in front of the entire group, and was laughing with all the ongoing tickles. The man enacting as Duryodhan said, “Brothers, see what a hot slave we have won, look at her assets, we will never give her clothes to wear.”

He pinched my clitoris and an electric current went through my body, coming out of my mouth in the form of a loud moan. As soon as I opened my mouth, Dushshashan pushed his tongue inside, and I was kissing him now, exchanging saliva. They continued to pinch my clitoris and kiss me, when the third man planted his mouth on my right breast and started sucking it like a baby. The fourth brother started to round my butts, and then started rubbing his finger between the butt cheeks, and kept moving it in and out of my asshole. I was already on top off the world with four guys clinging on to my naked body, and pleasing me in all possible ways, when the fifth brother walked in, took his dhoti off. He held my hand, and placed it on his cock. I held it tight and started rubbing as I felt it getting moist. I held his balls sac, and cupped it gently, while the other guys continued to work on me. I felt his cock getting engorged and pulsating and very soon, Duryodhan, let out a shout, and everyone withdrew from my body. The man who had put his cock in my hand, had cum on Duryodhan’s forearm. He shouted at me, “You slave, lick it up clean, and be ready to get punished for it” He sat down extending his arm at me, and I was about to get down on my knees desperate to taste some cum, when I thought of acting against it. I was looking forward to some rough treatment. Crossing my arms across my breasts and cunt, I said, “Please, don’t make me do this. I am supposed to be a princess, and your bhabhi.” One of the brothers came behind me, and pulling my hair tight, forced me down on my knees right in front of Duryodhan’s cum covered arm and ordered me, “You whore! lick it clean, there should not be a single drop left.” I started licking the cum off his arm.

As I licked it clean, one of the Kauravas stood next to him, dropped his dhoti and said, “Come here you slave! oops… bhabhiji! I need your service too.” I pretended to defy the order, and yelled back, “You filthy animal, go ask your mother to do it!” The man came up to me, and with his cock pointing right at my face, he held my nipple, and squeezed it tight. I screamed in pain, but he squeezed harder, and said, “You are going to do as we command, or you will go through hell. Do you understand that?” He continued to squeeze the nipple, till I grabbed his cock in my hand. He held my hair tight behind my head, as I feasted on his cock. He spoke, “That’s like my good bhabhi, now clean up my balls like a good slut.” I had his entire cock deep down my throat, and he was not letting me take it out, as he kept on ordering me to clean his sac up.

He was holding my hair and pushing me towards his groin, with me nearly choking on his cock. With his other hand, he started to squeeze my tits again, as he kept yelling, “Suck my balls, or I will twist them harder!” Everyone around me laughed aloud, as I tried to get the cock out of my mouth. I was in pain, but unable to yell with the 6 inch tool in my mouth. Finally, he let my head go, and I immediately started licking his balls. He released my tits, and gave a sigh of relief. I continued to suck his balls clean, as he tickled my tits. I then went ahead, and sucked the other 8-9 cocks, as all of them ejaculated over my face, hair, breasts, and inside my mouth. I was covered in cum, and tired after all the sucking. I sat down on the couch to rest, when the guy pretending to be Duryodhan walked up to me and said, “We have limited time with you bitch! You can’t rest, let me sit on the couch and you sit on my lap with my cock inside your cunt, and start jumping.” I didn’t bother following his commands, and said, “I am tired!”

He turned around to his brothers and said, “Looks like our slave needs a bath brothers, we can at least prepare her a bath as a reward for all her sucking.” A large Jacuzzi was brought in by two workmen, and they started attaching a tube at its end. I was happy to see a bath being prepared for me. They filled it with water and rose petals, and I went inside feeling like a queen. The guys also got in one by one, and they were rubbing me all over bathing me. As they laid over me, with their naked body over mine in the pool of rose water, I started slithering under their spell. I held his cock on my hand, and guided it inside my pussy, and he rocked my world as I laid in the fragrance of rose. This was the most romantic fuck of my life, and I forgot that I was among 25 men. I grabbed his butts, and started pushing his body on mine, as he continued to pump me. I was moaning out loud with my eyes closed. He placed his lips on mine to stop me from moaning, and I passionately kissed him. I felt a gush in a few minutes, and his cock went limp inside my cunt. I was still pressing his body over mine, not letting him go when he broke the kiss and said, “Darling, my brothers are waiting for you too.” I felt even more energized by this royal treatment.

He got out of the Jacuzzi, and while another brother was getting him, I saw the Pandavas staring at me with their eyes wide open, and I told them, “These guys are way better than you. I am thankful that you guys lost me in the bet.” I got the same treatment and was fucked fifteen times in pretty much the same fashion, all of them without any condoms. My energy dwindled after the session, and I laid in the pool of rose water. One of the Kauravs walked up to the tub, and opened its drain and let the water flow out, and yelled at me, “You are still our slave bitch, don’t expect to have the royal treatment.” The entire Jacuzzi was drained and he plugged it back in, and arrangements were made to tie my hands to the Jacuzzi. One of the Kauravas appeared by the side, and with his cock pointed at me, urinated all over me. He was targeting my face, and I was moving vigorously to avoid it on the face. The others laughed in great joy as he covered me in his urine. I noticed the agent (the shop-owner who had got me here) arranging for attachment of a very thick pipe to the Jacuzzi. It was connected to a shit pot, and the men started defecating in it, and as they flushed it, they used to enter my pool. In the next two hours, I was tied up in the Jacuzzi, and floating in a pool of shit and piss of 25 men. They all left, and the shopkeeper directed me to a shower after untying my hands. He handed me ten thousand rupees, and said, “We will see you next time with a better concept.” I smiled back, and thanked him silently for the wonderful night.

 

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