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.