Social Worker And The Drug Lords Ch 03

I would like to thank @kenjisato for editing this chapter.

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Lallan led Manasi to her bedroom. The other men followed, panting. The room was still a mess following yesterday's wild session with Lallan. The sheets on the huge California King were still unkempt. Jalal was still holding Manasi and was too tired to hear the men talking. Then some of them came forward, and the banging sound of the furniture got Manasi's attention. She saw the mattress had been removed and the bed had been flipped on its side and moved towards a wall, freeing up space to accommodate everyone.

Manasi yelped when she was thrown onto the mattress, face first. Then she felt a pressure on her back, someone kneeled and sat on her back, his smelly feet on both sides of Manasi's head. A couple of hands began exploring her welted skin.

"Aah! What are you doing?! Please... don-- AAAH!"

The person on Manasi's back yanked her tied hands up towards him. He began undoing the ropes on her wrists. She felt the blood rushing back to her numb hands and they began to tingle and hurt. Her freedom was short-lived, as her elbows were pulled and the rope was tied again, pulling her shoulders together and puffing her chest out. The rope secured her elbows together, but still provided enough movement to almost reach her face.

"Wait! Let me rest! It hurt-- AAAH!"

A hand slapped her ass.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"STOP IT!!!"

With a man sitting on her back, Manasi kicked her legs around trying to dissuade her tormentors, but she was giving them exactly what they wanted-- FUN.

A pair of hands grabbed her legs and bent them until her heels touched her buttcheeks. In her weakened state, it was an easy task for the savage men. Then Manasi felt more rope being tied around her thighs. The men didn't care about her skin at all; they twisted and pulled the ropes tightly on her already sore skin. The friction burned a little, as the ropes dug into her skin. Her ankles were now securely tied to her thighs.

The man got off of Manasi's back and flipped her over. She saw the men stroking their cocks, pre-cum already dripping from some of them. Manasi squirmed in her new bondage, every slight movement caused the rope to rub against her sensitive skin and her soft mattress wasn't soft enough for her sore body, either. She tried to reach the ropes on her thighs, but the knots were just out of reach. The men enjoyed watching Manasi struggle with all her might to try to free herself.

"Please... let me... uugh... go...!! Ugh... I'll fuck you. Please untie me!!" Manasi begged for mercy-- and lay on the bed, defeated, panting heavily.

Karim went up to her and bent down to look Manasi in the eye. "No. WE will fuck you." He grabbed the belt on her neck and pulled her up.

Manasi strained as she got up and sat on her butt; with her legs tied, it wasn't a comfortable position, either.

"STRAIGHT!!" Karim commanded, pulling Manasi's leash even more.

"Uuuaagh--!!"

Her breath was cut short, as Karim pulled her up to kneel straight on her knees. With her hands tied at the elbow, she instinctively tried to reach and hold Karim's legs for support.

"Looks like Kutiya wants her, Malik!!" Everyone laughed.

"BHOK!! (bark)" Karim ordered Manasi.

With her breathing restricted, all Manasi was able to produce was a couple of squeals like an injured bitch, which she was definitely qualified to be.

"Aaawww!! Kitni pyari hai (how cute you are)," Karim cooed, as he patted her head.

During all of the humiliation, Manasi had no means to balance herself, apart from the belt restricting her neck. She could barely breathe and being unable to swallow, her saliva drooled out of her mouth as she scanned the men surrounding her.

"LOOK!! Memsaab is hungry for our cocks!!" Everyone chuckled, again at her expense. She couldn't hide her face, even though she wanted to.

"Let's give her what she wants." Karim holding Manasi's leash taut, held her head and moved it towards his cock.

She didn't protest.

Manasi was still balancing on her knees, using her hands for support on Karim's thighs. She closed her eyes and let her inner slut take over. Her lips wrapped around his cock, as he held her head and slowly rocked her back and forth. Then she felt her hands being taken away and were guided to hold something warm and long. She opened her eyes and glanced at her sides-- it was Moin on her left, and Tony on her right; she began stroking their cocks at the same pace Karim was rocking her.

Karim eased his grip on the leash, and Manasi was able to breathe properly again. And with three long and strong supports, Manasi began working on their cocks more earnestly.

"Ah! You wanted it, didn't you, slut?" Karim asked Manasi.

She nodded, playing with the pre-cum in her mouth.

Karim gathered up some saliva and spat on Manasi's face. She flinched a little, then licked the spit off her lips and swallowed it with a slight smile. Karim smiled back, lightly slapped her cheeks, and then turned her towards Moin. Manasi shifted on her knees, as she took his cock in her mouth, her right hand then found Karim's, and her left hand was on Munaf. She quickly resumed her role.

This went on for three rounds until everyone was hard and throbbing, ready for the next stage. Manasi's face was covered in pre-cum and spit, but instead of being disgusted by it, she was licking it with lust in her eyes. Manasi was pushed onto the mattress, and she moaned as she was laid on her back. She spread her bound legs, inviting the men to fuck her again.

"Fuck me..." Manasi moaned, in a slutty voice.

Lallan took the initiative and kneeled at her entrance, sliding his dick on her dripping cunt.

"Please put it in..." Manasi grew desperate as Lallan continued to tease her. Lallan smiled, and bent over on top of Manasi. Their faces were then mere inches apart, and they locked eyes with each other. He lined up his cock and pushed it in deeply. Manasi gasped and lifted her head to kiss Lallan. Their tongues danced together. The smell and taste of whiskey, gutka, and cum all mixing together, but the two didn't care, they continued their passionate lovemaking, as Lallan fucked her nice and slow. The others hooted in unison. They broke their kiss and Lallan began thrusting faster, his sweat dripping on Manasi's face.

Soon, Moin switched places with Lallan. Moin was rough with Manasi from the start. He groped her breasts with his massive hands, as he fucked her without any passion. After a minute or two of hard fucking, Moin could see in Manasi's expression-- she was about to cum. He stopped, then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up on himself. Moin was then lying on his back, with Manasi straddling him, his erect pole pushing deeply inside her.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Moin asked Manasi, as he brushed her nipples.

Manasi nodded, frustrated at being pulled back from the edge of release.

SLAP! "Then ride me 'til you cum, BITCH!" SLAP!

Moin slapped Manasi's breast hard and ordered her to ride him. But her exhausted body refused to move.

SMACK! "RIDE, BITCH" Moin slapped her tits even harder.

Manasi forced herself; her body began to move a little.

SMACK! "FASTER!!" growled Moin.

Manasi picked up the pace a little. The rope rubbed on her delicate skin.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Manasi quickened her pace with each strike on her melons. She could feel herself getting closer and closer.

"Say when you are about to cum, bitch!" Moin slapped her another time.

Manasi continued to ride him with all the strength she could muster.

"Kutiya is cumming!!!" Manasi declared.

Moin lifted his torso and bit one of her nipples and pinched the other. This threw Manasi completely off the edge.

"AAAH!! FUUUCK!! AAAH!! OH GAAAWD!!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs.

Manasi tried to push Moin away, but he held her firm in his embrace as her body thrashed and she squirted on his dick. He continued to nibble and twist her nipples to prolong her orgasm against her will. As Manasi's orgasm subsided, Moin tossed her to the side, and she fell on her back, panting heavily, and still spasming from the aftershocks.

After a brief moment of rest, Tony lay next to her, and pulled Manasi onto himself; she was made to straddle someone once again. Tony's long cock reached all the way to her cervix, threatening an invasion. Still in a daze, Manasi shook her head, refusing to ride him. Tony planted his feet, then began fucking her from below. Manasi's bouncing udders were a sight to behold. Moin's bite mark is still fresh on her nipple.

Soon, someone began to grope her from behind. Manasi turned to see that it was Munaf, grinding his cock on her asshole. Manasi was slowly regaining her senses, when Munaf pushed it inside her. Manasi gasped for air as the two men fucked her together, one of them groping and pinching her nipples.

Munaf pushed Manasi's hair to one side and bit her neck; just when she moaned in pain, someone grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She looked up to see Karim. Simultaneously, Manasi felt her hands being guided to cocks on either side-- Jalal and Moin. Her elbow-tied arms still gave her enough freedom to hold the two men with some effort. And with that, Manasi was pleasuring five cocks at once. She pushed her sore body to its limits, as the slut within, took over her. Manasi glanced up and saw Lallan excusing himself to the bathroom.

Manasi continued to whore herself to her abusers, switching positions and cocks on a regular basis. Manasi was made to cum a few more times, and she was filled to the brim once again; she couldn't even remember how much spunk she had swallowed so far. Manasi thought this was all she needed to do for the rest of night, to get out alive, but she couldn't have been more wrong.

It was a while before Lallan returned; maybe he had an upset stomach, maybe he fell asleep on the toilet, it didn't matter. He stumbled into the room, the drinks clearly catching up to him.

"RANDI!!! PANI KHATAM!! (whore! We ran out of water!)" Everyone looked at Lallan, as he came closer. He reached the mattress and turned his back towards the group and bent over.

"CHAAT!! (lick!)" Lallan barked, as he spread his ass cheeks.

A shiver ran down Manasi's spine when she saw the excrement smeared on his ass. Manasi froze in fear. Then she felt hands pushing her towards Lallan.

"No... not that... PLEASE!!! NO!!" Manasi begged, and struggled in her bonds, but the men slowly kneeled walked her to Lallan.

"SAAF KAR JALDI! (lick it clean, now!)" Lallan yelled, getting impatient.

Manasi turned her face around to avoid looking at his dirty ass.

SLAP!

A strong hand struck Manasi right on her temple, knocking her out of her senses for a brief moment. She saw it was Karim, who was fuming heavily. His wide eyes staring down her soul.

Karim didn't say anything; he grabbed Manasi by the hair, and pushed her face straight into the Lallan's ass crack. Everyone else was closely recording her ordeal.

Manasi kept her mouth and eyes tightly shut, as Karim rubbed her face up and down Lallan's stained ass. The streaks were slowly transferring onto Manasi's beautiful face, some of it going into her nose.

"THIK SE SAAF KAR!! (clean it properly!)" Karim shouted this time.

He pulled Manasi back and violently pinched her sore nipple. Manasi knew what his intention was, she held her mouth shut at first, but soon the pain was too much to tolerate. The moment she opened her mouth to scream, Karim slammed her face back into Lallan's ass. Bits and pieces fell into her mouth as she was used as human toilet paper.

"Use your tongue!!" Lallan, who was in a world of his own, ordered Manasi.

Karim held her mouth on Lallan's asshole, until she did what she was told. Lallan's shit-stained hairs brushed into her nose, as she forced herself to tongue his sphincter inside and out, eliciting ooohs and aaahs from Lallan.

During the whole scene, Manasi hadn't noticed two other men, who also went to relieve themselves in the bathroom, until she saw the two men prostrating themselves in front of her, on either side. Neither of the two men had put any effort into cleaning themselves. Manasi tried to protest the best she could, with her face buried in Lallan's ass. Karim kneeled behind Manasi and swiftly shoved his cock in her ass. He grabbed Manasi's hair and the leash together and forced her to cycle between the three men.

Manasi was reminded of how just that morning, Karim had forced her to slurp that vile mixture. And here, in the dead of the night, he was again forcing her to clean the men's assholes in her own bedroom, as he himself was fucking hers.

Manasi slowly licked the men clean; she choked and gagged, as she swallowed bits and pieces. Even right then, in the most humiliating and disgusting moment of Manasi's life, she could feel herself about to cum. Karim began thrusting harder and forced her mouth to spend longer times on their asses; they even shamelessly farted in her face, adding more insult to the injury. Soon, under all the humiliation and sodomy, Manasi came as Karim filled her bowels.

This went on for a while, until the men were tired of bending over. But the humiliation wasn't over yet. Manasi's face and mouth were covered in brown streaks. Manasi, defeated, slumped on her ass with the leash keeping her upright. The other three men who hadn't gotten their asses rimmed and cleaned by her, stood facing her with their dicks in hand, and began pissing on her face.

The sudden downpour of hot, yellow streams caused Manasi to gasp for air, which only resulted in them peeing into her mouth. She was drenched in their urine. With their piss still running down her face, Manasi struggled to open her eyes. One of them wiped her face with her own, once luscious, hair.

Just when Manasi could barely open her eyes, she saw another bucket of water poured on her. Then she was roughly patted down with a bedsheet. This act of drying her came with its own set of violations; they were not gentle with her at all, rubbing all over her bruises and sore skin, violently manhandling her and shaking her around. Each of Manasi's protests were met with a fistful of bedsheet in her mouth, and her hair being roughly pulled.

After the men were down drying her, Manasi sat there on the mattress, panting heavily. Her hands and legs were still tied up. She looked through her disheveled hair as the men were concocting her next act of abuse and humiliation.

Karim walked up to Manasi, gathered her hair, and yanked it back to look her in the eye with an evil smile on his face.

"Lets go to the roof."

"NO!!!! Please take me in the house! Hit me! Break me! Whatever you want!! Please not the roof!!" Manasi begged, her eyes full of tears...