A gang train on Ria's ass

Even as I watched my petite Indian fiancee sobbing on the table, watched her sore anus throb in the wake of my departure, my desire to see her despoiled was not abated.

Some part of Ria is still thinking that this is a test, and once it is over, she will never be subjected to such depravity again, I thought. She is thinking that her body is precious and cherished, worthy of adoration. So valuable that a man such as me would fall over himself at the promise of possessing it.

And I had contributed to that belief in making my deal with her. It was not enough that I had fucked her ass, even if I managed to muster myself to take her three or four times in the hours of our bargain; she would still come out of it thinking that she had won her husband, and she was still pristine, untouchable before all other men.

Such was my thinking, anyway. I grant that my mind was not clear, rage and lust and that fierce, terrible pleasure urging me to glut myself on every decadence that I could dredge from poor Ria during our allotted hours, every bit of degradation and suffering that I could make her endure. It was not enough that the twelve hours should please me. They had to change her. By hammering her into a new shape, if necessary.

And the crowd had cheered me on as I took my pleasure in Ria's tight ass, their roars and jeering infusing every thrust into her quivering hole with the power of their own desire. I wanted to reward them, in some strange way, for lending me their heady, merciless euphoria. I wanted to see that furious mob-lust inflicted directly on Ria's body. To dirty her, sully her, show her that she was not so special as the tolerance of her haughty chastity had allowed her to believe.

I had seen a fishbowl of condoms among the S&M gear arrayed around the stage; I asked the MC to bring it, and he smiled darkly. It was as if the man could read my mind. Then I returned my attentions to Ria, unbuckling the straps that held her thighs in their wide, luridly open splay.

"D-D-Dan..." She whimpered, tugging at the straps that still held her arms above her head. "Dan, please... Take me away from here... T-take me somewhere s-safe, and h-hold me..."

She thought I was releasing her. She thought it was over already.

There are women who let their men inside of their asses almost every night. How easily she thinks I am bought...!

My hands slid up Ria's hips, and her lips quirked in a sad, broken smile. I didn't see her expression as I roughly flipped her over onto her stomach, planting her pelvis tightly against the edge of the table, and started to readjust the straps so they would hold her, bent over, her legs now dangling and her ass presented for further ****.

"Dan...? What- what...?!"

I couldn't see her expression. Perhaps it was just as well. The straps wrapped around her thighs, now holding them together, holding them to offer her pert round ass up for sacrifice, keeping her legs fixed in position so she couldn't buck or roll away from the coming onslaught.

Leaving her to continue crying out her futile queries, I went to the edge of the stage. The raucous noise of the crowd diminished slightly as I looked down at the mob.

I pointed. "You... You... You, you, and you. Come on up here. You look like the kind of men who know how to show a girl who's boss."

The audience's roar came back with a vengeance as the men ascended to the stage. And, yes, they looked like guys who would be happy to bugger a girl like Ria viciously; certainly, there didn't seem to be a lick of hesitation to take me up on the offer. Five big, sweaty, muscular, hungry-looking mother-fuckers, and if they didn't collectively outweigh Ria ten-to-one, wetting them down would have done the trick.

"All right, lads, here's the ground rules: You go one at a time. You wear rubbers. Pull the condom out with you after you cum. You only take her in the ass."

The guy in front, with a goatee and multiple piercings in his septum and cheek, looked on me as if waiting for further instructions. After a moment, when none were forthcoming, he started to laugh, and the others quickly joined in.

"Ya serious?" He asked. Several of his teeth were black. Oh, if Ria could see it.

"Oh, I might let you know if I'm not happy, but I doubt it will come up. I trust I can count on you to put on a good show."

"Fuck yeah...!" The guy in the lead dipped his hand, clad in a studded, fingerless glove, into the fishbowl, tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, and unbuckled his pants.

I'll admit I gave a glance as he slid the tacky off-white Johnny down his shaft. I beat him on length, but he might have had more girth. He had a cock like a fireplug.

Ria's back arched as she craned her head around to look at what was coming up behind her.

"Oh..." She squeaked. "Oh, no... No, Daniel, no... No, please don't- don't let anyone else...!"

"Don't worry," I said. "She doesn't get any say in it."

The man hadn't asked, hadn't even hesitated. But, again, the cruelty of my statement was for Ria's benefit. He spat down on the cleft of her ass, taking no particular pains to spread the gross dollop, to make sure any of it actually served to lubricate my Ria's asshole.

Ah, well. My cum still inside of her would provide some relief. Not much, though... And not for long.

Her hips twisted against the table, swiveling her pert posterior, and I think all it did was turn every goddamn person in the room on, watching those curved brown flanks, bordered by those tawdry French-maid stockings, twist. Then the man's hand was on the small of her back, and that big cock was against her pucker, and-

"AAAAAAHHH!!! OH, GOD! OH, OH GOD! STOP! STOHHHP--!"

With a wolfish smile, the man drew back his hips and lunged into his second thrust.

The table quivered, but it was fixed to the stage; most of the **** went right up Ria's ass. I watched her buttocks bounce as his hips struck them; heard the sound of her pelvis slamming hard into the table.

"OWW! OWW OWW OWW! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH...!"

The other men on stage were grinning at each other, poking elbows into each others' sides and making pelvis-thrusting motions, no doubt plotting out their own turns. Unsurprisingly, the audience was at least as enthralled by watching some of their own plunder Ria's backside as they had been by watching me.

"BUST IT WIDE!" "JACKHAMMER THAT PAKI WHORE!"

Hmm. "Paki" whore? Some people didn't know their geography.

I walked around the table to Ria's head, continuing to watch the spectacular way her bottom jiggled with every punishing drive of the big man's hips. Sensing my approach, she craned her head to look up at me, her eyes half-open, her mouth agape, saliva dampening her flushed purple lips as she whimpered out her exhausted, hurting exclamations of the toll being exerted upon her ass.

I grabbed the back of her hair, keeping her head up, keeping her looking at me. Looking at me watch the man behind her plow into her ass with my permission.

His gloved hand rose and slammed down onto her flank with a ringing slap.

"h- AH...!"

"Yes," I growled.

Encouraged, he struck her ass again, and again.

"Yes. Punish her. Punish that ass that's taking your cock. Go ahead."

His thumbs bit into her lower back, rough fingers sinking into the marks on her belly as he rode her.

"Put your weight into it. Shove it in deep."

"Dan..."

It was a whisper in between harsh, wet grunts and gasps. My other hand slid over her straining jaw.

"Take it. Take what you want from her. Use her. Use that ass. Push it. Push it, and make it take all that you've got. Don't let up. Don't let up on that ass until she makes you spurt."

My thumbnail bit into the skin of her cheek, and I could feel her body quiver as she let out a deep, ragged moan.

He started to slap Ria's ass again, his pace growing faster. I was beginning to feel stirrings in my own manhood again as I watched Ria take it, watched her take it, my sweet, pretty, innocent little Indian princess, taking that big, mean cock in her ass.

The audience was stomping in time with the sound of Ria's hips beating against the edge of the table; each booming sound echoed in the heat of the room, thunder-claps bursting inside of Ria's bowels.

"That's it. Keep pounding that ass. She owes you to make you cum. You keep hurting her ass until she makes you cum. Show her what it's for. You keep riding that tight brown ass until it GIVES you... WHAT you... WANT!"

He made a strangled sound as he planted his pelvis against her, body jerking as he climaxed inside of her asshole. His hands game down on her ass with wracking **** as he squeezed the last drop of his climax out within her.

"FUCKING... TIGHT... ASSED... BITCH!"

As he tore free of her rump, I slapped Ria sharply across the face.

"You tramp," I sneered. "Taking men up your ass, you dirty, dirty creature. How they ride you. How crass and vulgar you look, while they pound you in the asshole."

"Fuh- fuh-"

"What?!"

Her eyes trembled behind closed, purple-lined eyelids.

"F-for y-ou, D-Daniel... Uh, Only fuh- for... you..."

I glared past her at the next man in line.

"Get a condom on," I snapped. "Shove it in her, now, while she's open and raw."

He didn't need to be told twice. Seconds later, his hands were spreading across Ria's flushed and trembling ass as he positioned himself to ream her.

"AH-HA...! OHH-hoh-ohhhhh....!"

"Don't let your mate show you up," I snarled. "You give that ass a wrecking!"

STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!...