They fuck my mom

I was still pressed against the locked door, listening to Monika’s broken begging from inside, when the lock clicked and the door opened a few inches. Manogna slipped out fast. She was naked except for a thin shirt someone had thrown over her, skin still shiny with sweat, streaks of cum drying on her stomach and thighs. She pulled the door shut behind her and locked it again from the outside. Her eyes were wide and scared.

“They told me to come out,” she whispered. Her voice shook. “They said if I don’t keep you busy they’ll hurt them worse. Supriya and your mom.” She glanced back at the door. Inside I could still hear Monika crying and the bed moving. Manogna stepped closer to me in the hallway. “Please. Just… do what they want. I’m scared of what they’ll do if I go back too fast.”

She reached for my belt with trembling hands. I didn’t stop her. She pushed my pants down and sank to her knees, then stood again and turned around, bracing her hands on the wall. I pushed into her from behind. She was already wet and loose from earlier. She gasped, then started talking fast and low while I fucked her.

“They’re making Supriya watch everything,” she said, voice tight. “They tied her so she has to see. Monika said no. She kept saying no. They didn’t care. They’re fucking her anyway. If you stop or if I don’t stay out here they’ll do worse to both of them. Please just keep going.”

I kept thrusting. Manogna’s threats came out scared and rushed between breaths. Every time Monika’s voice rose inside—another sob, another “please stop”—Manogna flinched and pushed back harder against me, whispering that I had to finish so she could go back and maybe make them ease off.

Inside the room they had Monika on the bed. She was still tied, wrists bound in front of her, ankles spread and secured. Supriya was tied beside her, forced to face them, eyes open. Abhilash had asked Monika if she would fuck them willingly. She had shaken her head, crying, saying no, saying please don’t. They ignored it. Vamsi was behind her now in doggy, one hand fisted in her hair, fucking her hard. Her hair was already stained and stuck together with cum from earlier. Sweat covered her back. Every thrust made her sob.

“Please… I said no… it hurts… stop… I’m begging you…” Monika’s voice was hoarse. They had a phone propped up, recording. Abhilash held it close to her face for a moment so the video caught her crying, then moved it down to where Vamsi was slamming into her.

Abhilash reached over and started fingering Supriya while she watched. Two fingers pushed into her, curling, while she stayed tied and facing her mother. Supriya made small, trapped sounds. Monika saw it and cried harder.

“Don’t… not her… please…”

Vamsi pulled out, stroked himself, and came across Monika’s lower back and into her already-matted hair. He grabbed her hair and turned her head. Abhilash moved in front of her, fed his cock into her mouth, and finished there. He held her jaw and made her swallow, then pulled out and wiped the rest across her lips and chin. Monika gagged and sobbed, cum and tears mixing on her face.

They flipped her onto her back without untying her. Abhilash leaned down and bit her nipples, hard enough that she screamed. He kept his teeth on one while Vamsi pushed back inside her. The recording kept going. Monika was sweaty, hair stuck to her face and neck with cum, body shaking. She kept begging—voice cracking, saying it hurt, saying she didn’t want it, saying please stop—while Supriya was forced to watch and while Abhilash’s fingers stayed inside Supriya.

Outside, Manogna was still against the wall, taking it, still whispering threats through her fear. “They’re recording her. They’re making her drink it. If I don’t keep you here they’ll make Supriya do more. Please just finish.”

I kept fucking her until I came. She stayed still for a second, breathing hard, then pulled away and unlocked the door with shaking hands. She slipped back inside before I could follow. The lock clicked again. Through the door I heard Monika still crying, still begging, the bed still moving, and Supriya’s smaller sounds while they kept using both of them. The recording light stayed on. Monika’s voice never stopped breaking.

They had Monika on her back, wrists tied to the headboard, legs spread and ankles bound wide. Abhilash was between her thighs, cock already buried deep, thrusting in slow, heavy strokes that made her whole body shift. Her breasts bounced with every push. Vamsi knelt beside her head, one hand in her hair.

Monika was crying, tears running into her hair. “Please… it’s deep… it hurts…” Her voice shook. Abhilash pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in hard. She sobbed. He leaned down and closed his mouth over her left breast, sucking hard, tongue flicking the nipple before he bit down lightly. Monika cried out. He sucked harder, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth, then pinched the other nipple between his fingers and twisted. She arched, a broken sound leaving her.

Vamsi yanked her hair, forcing her head back. He slapped her cheek—sharp, open-handed—then pushed his cock against her lips. “Open.” She did, still sobbing. He slid into her mouth and started fucking it, hand tight in her hair, pulling so her throat opened. She gagged, tears spilling faster. Abhilash kept penetrating her, hips snapping forward, the wet sound loud. He switched breasts, sucking the right one deep, teeth grazing, while his fingers pinched and rolled the left nipple until it was swollen and red.

Monika moaned around Vamsi’s cock, the sound muffled and wet. He slapped her breast while he used her mouth, the smack making her jolt. Abhilash pulled her hair from the other side, arching her neck more, and thrust harder. She took it, pussy clenching, more tears running. He pinched both nipples at once, hard, and she screamed around Vamsi. The vibration made Vamsi groan and push deeper into her throat.

They switched. Vamsi moved between her legs and shoved in with one rough thrust. Monika’s cry was sharp. He grabbed both breasts, squeezing, then slapped them—left, right, left—while he fucked her. Each slap made her tits bounce and her body clench. Abhilash took her mouth, pulling her hair so hard her scalp stung, fucking her throat in time with Vamsi’s thrusts. Saliva ran down her chin. She was sweating, hair stuck to her face, stained from earlier cum.

Vamsi leaned down and sucked one nipple while he penetrated her, biting just hard enough to make her whimper, then pinching the other and pulling. Monika’s bound hands flexed. Her hips started lifting to meet him even while she cried. He slapped her thigh, then her breast again, and kept sucking, tongue rough. Abhilash pulled out of her mouth long enough to slap her cheek twice, then pushed back in. She sucked, tears still falling, small desperate sounds leaving her every time Vamsi bottomed out.

They flipped her onto her stomach without untying her wrists. Vamsi dragged her hips up and pushed back in doggy. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled, forcing her back to arch. Monika sobbed at the angle. Abhilash reached under her and pinched both nipples, tugging them downward while Vamsi fucked her hard. The pulling on her hair and the pinching made her shake. He slapped her ass, then reached around and slapped her swinging breasts. She pushed back onto Vamsi’s cock, crying and moaning at the same time.

Abhilash moved in front again. He fed her his cock and yanked her hair forward so she had to take him deep while Vamsi kept penetrating her from behind. Every thrust from Vamsi drove her farther onto Abhilash. They pinched, slapped, sucked, and pulled—nipples twisted, breasts sucked and smacked, hair used like a handle, cock driving into her pussy and throat without pause. Monika was sweaty, face wet, body rocking between them, sounds of pain and helpless pleasure mixing around the cock in her mouth. Supriya cried softly beside the bed, tied and watching, while they kept using Monika exactly like that.