I would like to thank @kenjisato for editing this chapter.
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Manasi flailed like a fish out of water, trying her best to get away from Karim. But he held her hair firmly and didn't let go. Out of desperation, she managed to scratch Karim's leg, resulting in him cursing obscenities at her, followed by a hard slap to her face. Manasi, pinned face-down to the ground, she again tried to claw someone, but her hands were taped together.
They turned Mana over and enjoyed watching her struggle for a moment. She strained against the ropes digging into her skin and with her hands taped together, she couldn't even wiggle her fingers.
"Please... untie me!!! Rape me! Fuck me! But, please, untie me."
The intensity of the situation and the lack of freedom was beginning to get to her mind. But they laughed and spat on her, playing with her tits and cunt with their rough hands.
Manasi felt someone rubbing her pubes roughly; she looked down to see Jalal running his fingers in her pubic hair. Their eyes met, and Jalal gave a sinister grin, as he pulled her pubes between his fingers.
"N-no... please... malik... st--aaah--ckh!!"
Manasi shamelessly begged Jalal not to proceed, even calling him 'malik' (master) to everyone's amusement, but he didn't stop. With a quick pull, he plucked a patch of fur straight out. Manasi let out an unholy scream, even choking on her own spit. Without giving her any moment to rest, Jalal plucked two more patches off of her crotch. Manasi screamed and begged, but her misery was music to the men's ears.
For the third time, Jalal moved his fingers right above her clit. Manasi was crying profusely; she shook her head, she begged, but no words left her mouth. Then it happened. Jalal ripped out the pubes near her clit. The scream that Manasi made didn't sound human. With several hands violating her bound body, Manasi could feel her mind giving up.
Manasi lay there, defeated, but the ordeal was far from over.
Jalal stood over Manasi, who was staring into the distance, and he effortlessly picked her up. With his hands grabbing her butt, Manasi leaned on Jalal, her ample breasts pressing against his chest. His sweat was a literal salt on the various cuts and bruises she had received so far, which broke Manasi out of her trance. She found her face next to his mullet, looking down at his bare back and butt, and took in the stench of his musk and alcohol. Her hair obscured her vision of her surroundings.
Soon, Manasi felt another sensation; Jalal was searching for her cunt with his cock. It didn't take long for him to find his target, and Manasi's pussy was abused enough that it didn't offer much of a resistance-- he slid it in, and began fucking her. He adjusted his grip on her butt to hold her a little lower, so his cock could reach a little deeper. The haphazard plucking of her pubes that she had received barely a minute ago, left Manasi's nether region highly sensitive. And she felt an unusual sensation as it rubbed against Jalal's.
Manasi tried to immerse herself, as Jalal moved her body up and down on his cock, and she began moaning softly into his ears. Her cum-filled holes were leaking onto his thighs.
Manasi felt someone moving her hair out of the way-- it was Munaf. She just briefly glanced at the other sweaty men stroking their cocks, some with phones in their hands, waiting for their chance to fuck her again, when suddenly Munaf slapped Manasi on her cheeks.
"Memsaab is starting to enjoy being raped!" Munaf declared.
"RANDI SALI! (fucking whore)"
"KUTIYA. (bitch)"
"Aj se ye hum gundo ki rakhel banegi. (She's our moll now.)"
"SHAMELESS BITCH."
Manasi heard them cursing at her.
Jalal paused fucking her, and adjusted his grip to hold Manasi's ass with one hand. He pulled Manasi's head by her hair and looked at her with a grin on his face. "Let's get some fresh air."
Manasi had almost forgotten about it. Until he reminded her. She began squirming in his twisted embrace.
"Please... please... not the roof..." she whispered to Jalal.
"WHAT?! In the recordings you were so eager to get fucked on the roof!!"
Manasi looked away in shame, but only for her eyes to meet Lallan's. And she remembered how she begged him to fuck her on the roof while drunk.
"Or do you want to get fucked outside the house?" Jalal continued, with a grin on his face.
Manasi stared blankly at Jalal. The thought being fucked by group of drunk men, outside the protection of her house, filled her mind with horror, and she knew they were capable of doing just that. Manasi surrendered.
Jalal readjusted his grip on Manasi's butt. With his cock still buried inside her cunt, he began walking towards the roof with Lallan leading the way again. Manasi watched over Jalal's shoulder, as the cum oozing from her holes left a trail behind. The remaining men made a ruckus as they followed the trio.
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Soon, they made it to the roof. Jalal had been fucking Manasi as they walked, but it was clear his muscles were at their limit. For the final stretch, Jalal strained his muscles and made Manasi bounce on his dick; he took one of her tits into his mouth and bit her nipple as he came inside her. Manasi tried her best to hold her moans and grunts, as Jalal continued to nibble at her nipple and his cock pumped cum into her sore cunt.
Cum poured out of Manasi's gaping pussy, as Jalal handed over her bound body to the person standing closest to him-- Tony.
But, Tony being the skinniest of the bunch, knew he couldn't hold her up for long, so he moved Manasi to the parapet. Manasi facing out into the open, balanced precariously as Tony rested her shin on the rough surface. With her fingers taped together and arms and legs bound, Manasi began to panic, she squirmed and tried to shift her weight towards the safety of the inside. But Tony was pressed up against her, his long cock grinding against her ass. He put his face next to her and played with the nipple that Jalal had bitten roughly a minute ago.
"What? You like being fucked on the roof, don't you?" Tony spoke loudly, without any concern for the neighbours.
"Please... not so loud... someone might hear us!" Manasi pleaded in a soft voice, but neither he nor the other guys listened to her, and continued to bicker loudly.
"Kya randi?! Andar toh bahut chilla rahi thi? Ab bolti band?! (What, bitch? You were screaming so loud in the house. Why so silent now?)" Lallan questioned loudly.
"Please... not so lou-- aaah!" the desperation in Manasi's voice was noticeable at this point, when Tony suddenly bent her forward.
Now, Manasi's thighs were against her belly, her breasts dangled as she looked straight down to the ground. The only thing preventing her from falling over was Tony's grip on her leash and her bound hands.
"PLEASE!!! DON'T LET ME GO!!!! NO!!! TAKE ME BACK!!!!"
Manasi didn't have a fear of heights, but the situation she was in made her fear for her life. She was so afraid, her body froze, thinking any slight movement might cause Tony to lose his grip.
"What happened to being silent? haha." Tony mocked Manasi and spanked her ass.
