Bathroom

She roughly guides your still naked body into the bathroom where you had just cleaned yourself off at.

Even you recognized the irony, or at least terrible cosmic joke that your life was quickly becoming.

By the end of this you'd be able to least know how to screw a girl to orgasm, from first hand experience.

You smiled at your own internal joke.

"What are you smiling at you gori whore? Laughing that you spoiled a fifty year marriage!" your Indian guide said, spinning around to face you.

"Na-na-no."

You barely stuttered out the words before she let three slaps fly at you.

"OWWW OWWW," you cried out, almost screaming.

Again she raised her hand and began to slap you.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH."

You felt the sting of the slaps, and stood stunned in that filthy bathroom, as your Indian Princess locked the door before she grabbed her phone from her pocket and scrolled down to play music.

You watched, not truthfully understanding what was going on, and why she had decided to play music, interrupting your beating. Until you had realized, she was trying to drown out your screams.

You panicked, trying to tear your hand away from hers, but her grip was strong.

She pulled you closer again, slapping you harder.

"Owww."

You cried out as her hand whipped through the air again. You closed your eyes and raised your free hand to block her, but the slap never came.

Instead, she watched you silently, until you opened your teared up red eyes.

"Get on the floor, you slut," she said, spitting the words out with venom.