That evening, at a misty viewpoint overlooking the valley, Sonia stood naked, her silhouette bold against the fading light. Rohan had gathered five locals—ages 25-40, their eyes ravenous. They encircled her, hands rough, cocks hard. One fucked her pussy, another her ass around the plug, a third her mouth, their cum flooding her holes and face, milk spraying wildly. The remaining two took turns, their thrusts relentless, cum soaking her skin, the plug amplifying her orgasms. Sonia screamed, pleasure tearing through her, her body a beacon of shamelessness. Distant onlookers whispered, their voices swallowed by the wind. Rohan watched, stroking himself, his pride a quiet blaze. Each man paid ₹2000, the notes tucked into her collar. She sank onto the grass, cum and milk pooling beneath her, her breath shallow. Rohan knelt, licking her clean, then fucked her amidst the wildflowers, her moans echoing into the dusk.
The second day brought escalation. In a forested glen off the main trails, Rohan had assembled ten men—tourists, locals, a forest ranger—ages 20-50, their lust palpable. Sonia stood naked, her body slick with anticipation, the plug glinting. “Take her,” Rohan said, stepping back. The men swarmed, their hands groping, cocks thrusting. Two fucked her pussy and ass at once, the plug removed, replaced by a thick cock stretching her limits. Another fucked her mouth, his cum choking her, milk spraying in arcs. The rest rotated, their cocks unyielding, cum flooding her holes, coating her skin, the air thick with grunts and moans. Sonia’s orgasms crashed over her, her body a writhing testament to her depravity, her identity as a whore exalted in every thrust. The ranger, mid-30s, lashed her ass with a thin branch, the sting sharpening her arousal, then fucked her pussy, cumming deep inside. Rohan watched, his cock in hand, his pride fierce. Each man paid ₹3000, the notes scattered around her like leaves. Spent, Sonia lay trembling, cum and milk pooling on the forest floor. Rohan reinserted the plug, licked her clean, then fucked her amidst the pine needles, her cries a wild hymn.
On the final day, Rohan asserted his dominion. “No food today,” he said, his voice iron. “Only pee and cum, from me, from strangers, until we’re home.” Sonia’s stomach rumbled, but her pussy throbbed, her submission absolute. At breakfast, while Arjun and Nia ate bread and jam, Sonia knelt under the table, drinking Rohan’s hot, bitter pee, then a delivery boy’s cum—early 20s, thick and salty on her tongue. Her hunger gnawed, but her arousal blazed.
On the journey back, at a roadside dhaba reeking of oil and smoke, Sonia fucked two truckers, mid-40s, in their cab, their cocks slamming her pussy and mouth, cum flooding her throat, pee streaming from a hitchhiker, late 20s, into her mouth. She swallowed it all, her belly swelling, her body fueled by their offerings. At a rest stop, she fucked four bikers—ages 25-35—their cocks relentless, cum and pee filling her, her orgasms blurring into one. Each paid ₹1000, the notes tucked into her collar. Rohan watched, his pride a silent storm, his cock straining beneath his dhoti.