Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

Purva gets ready for the morning face-off with the slum women
Finally after what seemed like a long time to Purva, she opened her eyes. She was still on the floor with her legs shameless exposing her bald pussy for anyone to see or feel. She considered the possibility of any one else other than her hubby feeling her pussy when she was asleep, but she doubted it, given that Mushtaq probably wouldn’t warrant it. As she opened her eyes, Abdul was the first one to notice and passed a smile to her and averted his eyes nonchalantly to her exposed pussy. It seemed like he was showing off that he did not care how she felt about him knowing her most private part, but Purva didn’t really mind. She had just allowed them to see from inches distance, her most private activity as she was fingered to a thunderous orgasm by her loving husband. “Uth gayi bhabhi”, he shouted out as everyone turned to look at Purva who was still lying on the floor.

“Kyun bhabhi, mazaa aaya tujhe? Mujhe lagta hai roj hi karte honge Mushtaq bhayya aap ko yeh”, said Javed smiling naughtily at her.

“Aye saale, chup kar…yeh meri biwi hai, mein isse kuch bhi karunga tere ko kya”, he playfully said to Javed and came up to Purva helping her to get up.

Of course, Purva was reeling from the intense orgasm she had a while earlier, and a short nap, even on the floor did make her feel better. Mushtaq then softly grabbed both her tits as he passionately kissed his wife. “Randi kaisa lag rha hai, bhosda ko dard toh nhi ho rha abhi?”, he asked her. “Nhi Mushtaq ji, achha lag rha hai…aap ka pyaar mujhe hamesha achha lagta hai, aur aaj pata nhi bohot pagal kar diya mujhe aap ne”, she said. “Haha, woh mujhe pata hai…tera bhosda alag hi kamaal ki cheez hai aur usko dekh k mein kuch bhi karne lag jata hu…chal ab tu uth ja…1 baj gaye hai, thoda sab k liye khaana bana le”. “Arre re, bohot late ho gya, mein abhi chali khaana banane”. Saying so, Purva got up and proceeded to the kitchen area to make all of them some lunch. The gang were still at it, and they made sure to check out Purva’s naked torso from her behind. She was looking extremely erotic as she walked away from them completely exhibiting her ass to all the hungry and lustful men, tying up her hair. It was something that was heavenly the guys thought as they all smiled to each other.

As Purva made lunch, the guys once again went over their final plan while making sure to check out Purva’s naked private parts as she cooked. After a while, Purva served all the guys lunch still naked and oily. The way she subserviently worked in front of them not caring to cover her naked ripeness made all the men tight in their pants. It was something that too kinky and erotic as she nonchalantly moved her and there all naked for them to see, to serve them lunch. Purva of course knew her naked body was being lusted at from all sides, and she enjoyed it thoroughly. She felt like she only existed for them to enjoy her in her most primal form, and the fact that all the men were completely clothed, while she was buck naked made her even more hot inside. She was definitely an exhibitionist and the humiliation of being made to work for them wearing nothing at all turned her on immensely.

After lunch, Javed went over their plan. He had specifically made efforts to make Purva understand the whole thing so that there would be no mishaps. So, the final plans was Purva would like today, go to the milk booth all naked. But before that, early enough in the morning, Javed, Abdul and Zakir would take their places in 3 different spots around the milk booth inconspicuous enough to be not noticed by the slum women. They would each of 3 different cameras with them. Once Purva would appear in the milk booth naked, the slum women would definitely debase her which the 3 guys would completely film on their cameras from their respective positions. They would then make a video out of the 3 videos that would best show the slum women’s humiliation of Purva, which they would then show to the slum’s sarpanch. It was them up to him how he would punish them for such violent acts on the part of the slum women.

“Bhabhi, tujhe kal bohot maar-peeth khana hoga…woh log kuch bhi kar sakte hai….par mein fir se bol rha hu tu kahin mat bhaagna, wahi rehna aur maar khana, nhi toh video nhi bann payega”, said Javed to Purva.

“Thik h Javed ji, uska tension aap mat lo…aap video sahi se nikaalna bass…mera fikar mat karna, jab tumhe lagta hai ki video ban gaya tum log nikal jao sarpanch k ghar…mein maar khane k liye tayaar hu”.

“Haan bhabhi…hum log wahan se nikal jayenge jaldi aur video bana ke dikha denge sarpanch ko…aap yeh maan k chalo ki unko band bajayenge hum aur bass aap ko kuch der tak unka maar-peeth sehna hoga”, said Javed.

Once that the plan was agreed on, they went over it once again while taking care of some pitfalls. It was already 4 pm by then and Sajid suggested that they would leave now and come back later at night as the plan was to be initiated from Mushtaq’s house. All the men hugged Mushtaq and purva as they freely touched and groped her boobs. Zakir seemed to take a special liking to Purva’s ass as he grabbed both her ass-cheeks much to her embarrassment, as they all bid farewell to meet later in the night.

Sajid urged Mushtaq to massage Purva’s nude body once again before the night to prepare her for the morning. They would have enough time till morning for the oil on her body to dry up, given that the oil was a cheap one that was made locally in the slums. After the guys left, Purva and Mushtaq spent a romantic time on the bed kissing each other. Of course, they missed each other’s touch with the guys in their house all day, so the couple had sex on the bed as soon as they left. Mushtaq of course thoughtfully did not slap her face or boobs as he usually did during their fuck sessions as Purva would have to go through a lot of it tomorrow by the slum women. So he fucked her pussy while resorting to just spitting on her face with love. The couple then slept on the bed after their fuck session as usual with Purva’s titties completely in Mushtaq’s palms.

The couple then woke up late in the evening. Mushtaq hadn’t heard from Sajid or Javed, but the couple expected them soon in their house. Mushtaq then asked Purva to lie down on the floor and he massaged his wife. It seemed that he had now controlled himself off his lust so as to not roughly deal with her nude wife’s body. He seemed to be tensed himself as what was going to happen to his dear wife tomorrow. Noticing his behavior, Purva pulled his hubby lovingly close to her and said, “Mushtaq ji aap tension le rahe ho kya mere liye?”.

“Arre randi, tension nhi le rha…par mujhe darr ho rha hai woh besharam auratein tere saath kal kya karenge”.

Purva, moved with her husband’s compassion and care for her, lovingly kissed him on his lips.

“Arre Mushtaq ji, aap ne hi bola na mujhe, ki darrna nhi hai…mein nhi darr rhi hu aur aap bhi mat darro…karne do unhe jo karna mere saath, par video me sab record karenge javed aur unke dost aur hum unka badla lenge”, she said. Mushtaq seemed to be convinced and happy again as the couple shared another passionate kiss. Purva loved how primal their kisses were. She was a ripe 31 yr old and her husband was an old 65 yr old who used to fuck whores. But their love for each other was filled with lust and understanding. It definitely made her feel so much better every time she was kissed so passionately and roughly by her hubby.

After a while the other guys too joined them in their house. They all laughed about having planned out everything in detail. Abdul urged Javed and Sajid to put on Purva and Mushtaq’s marriage video that the others had seen the other day. So during dinner time, as Purva served them hot and tasty dinner, the guys had a wonderful time watching the video. Of course, they were more interested in the nude whore that was roaming about shamelessly in front of them to serve them dinner, but the wedding video too did not fail to make for an entertaining watch. They particularly re winded the part where Purva had danced solo in her transparent burkha with her boobs and ass jiggling all over the place, multiple times much to Purva's embarrassment. Abdul and Zakir who were watching the video for the first time, and who also weren’t present in the wedding either, particularly enjoyed the obscenity Purva had shamelessly exhibited during her marriage, in front of all. “Bhabhi yeh jitni baar bhi dekho, mann nhi bharta…humare saamne abhi aap puri nangi ho, iss liye thoda thik h, warna mein aap ke iss nanga naach ko pura din dekhta”, said Abdul laughingly. Javed playfully tapped him on his head. Purva of course enjoyed being the center of attraction as the men boldly commented on her in crude ways.

“Bina kapde ke ek baar aise naach lo na bhabhi, bohot mazaa aayega”, said Zakir, much to the delight of the men. “Saale, woh nhi, jaada bolega toh tereko nachaunga nanga bana ke sab k saame”, said Mushtaq, playfully rebuking him for his bold words to his wife. The laughter and fun continued for a while like that, as the night started to settle in. All of them were aware that they had a major task at hand tomorrow, and they had to of course get up early for their plan to succeed. So after once again going over their plan for tomorrow, they settled in for the night. Purva, Mushtaq and Sajid slept on the bed with Purva to the corner. And the rest of the guys settled on the floor.

Purva let Mushtaq feel her up as he grabbed her boobs in his hands as he liked to do when they slept together. Mushtaq kissed her on her cheeks lovingly as Purva ducked in closer to her husband for his love. She loved to be all nude and stick close to him for him to feel all of her as he wished and she thought about what was going to happen tomorrow. She was still a little oily from the massage, but it was going to dry up by morning. Hoping for their plan to succeed, she drifted to sleep.

Purva is completely degraded by the slum women

“Bhabhi, bhabhi…uth ja time ho gya hai”. Purva sleepily looked at Javed who are staring over her. “Utho bhabhi, 5:45 ho gya hai…hum jaa rahe hai milk booth pe…tu bhi uth ja…late na ho jaye tujhe“. Purva woke up and stretched herself on the bed. Javed, Zakir and Abdul were all awake as they had to head to the milk booth and place themselves in the decided locations with their cameras before the milk booth would open. Javed lovingly pulled Purva’s cheeks and used both his hands to massage her titties. “Aise karne se tujhe jaldi hosh aayegi neend se”, he said winking at her. Purva playfully slapped at his hands as Abdul and Zakir shared a laugh too.

“Bhabhi, abhi hum log nikalte hai…tu thik 7 baje aa jana milk booth pe aise hi, puri nangi…tu dikhte hi hum log video on kar denge aur teri puri maar-peeth record karenge, thik?”

“Haan Javed, thik h”.

“Haan aur sunn, tu aaj maar khane wali hai gandi wali…parr yeh yaad rakh ki hum unse badla lenge…tu jitna jaada maar khayegi, humare liye utna sahi hai, samjhi?”

Purva nodded thoughtfully at his words.

After about 15 mins. the 3 guys left to take their stances at the milk booth. Purva, anxious from what’s going to happen nervously paced around in the house, trying to maintain her calmness between the snores of Mushtaq and Sajid. They were both sound asleep comfortably on the bed. For a moment, she thought of waking up her husband to seek some moral support, but decided not to do it. She didn’t want to disturb her husband who was sleeping peacefully and agitate him with her nervousness. It was certainly a big moment for all of them she thought. She did her chores and to compose herself, did the dishes from yesterday’s dinner.

Finally, correctly at 5 to 7 AM, she opened the door to the streets. She took a deep long breath and stepped out. It was something that she had never faced and the whole experience was making her stomach churn inside. She was definitely going to be debased and treated badly by the slum women, she knew it. But this was what she had accepted to take as a challenge. Like the men told her before, she had to endure the treatment knowing that they would together, show the slum women their rightful place after the video of her humiliation would be recorded and shown to the sarpanch. She quietly closed the door behind her, and greeted a few old men who passed by everyday during that time. With the milk can in her hand, she nervously made her way to the milk booth, with not a single thread on her body, all naked.

As Purva walked on the streets naked, she could feel the air on her tits and pussy. Somehow, earlier she only felt delight when she roamed shameless naked on the streets for all to see. She enjoyed exhibiting herself to all the lusty men around her would whistle and make comments on her nude private parts. They were doing so even today, but today she wasn’t enjoying it all that much given the situation. She was apprehensive as to how the slum women would debase her at the milk booth. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was beating fast as she saw the group of huddled in the queue to get their milk. From a distance, she could sense that the women had seen her approaching the booth naked again. They started murmuring to each other and like yesterday a group of women angrily walked towards her to confront her. In no time, a group of about 10 women were all around her. “Randi kitni besharam randi hai tu…aaj bhi nangi aa gyi…kal tujhe itna maar-peeth kiya, fir bhi tujhe sharam nhi aayi?”, a woman whom she hadn’t really seen till now in their confrontations said.

Purva just stood there silent. She knew that if she said anything, it would only turn against her and enrage the slum women even more. She decided to take all the humiliation silently, whatever they had in store for her. “Aaj iss loudi ki iss ki ijjat dikhati hai…zarida tu jaake sab ko bula yahan pe…aaj isko jooton se marenge pakad ke…randi kahin ki”, said another woman. As Purva stood there all naked and scared, the woman continued to verbally assault her before a woman tightly slapped at her face a couple of times. “Isko kitna bhi maaro sharam hi nhi aati…maar kha legi lekin yeh randibaazi nhi rokegi…loudi kahin ki”, she shouted at her. “Isko aise nhi, isko yaad dialo sab log ki yeh aurat hi nhi hai”, saying so another woman came up to her and spit right into her face roughly slapping her left and right on her face and her hanging boobs. As more and more women joined in on the debasement, they started to kick her, slap her and spit on her.

A couple of women removed the slippers they had on, and started to cheaply hit them with her. Purva now started to have tears in her eyes, but she was still resolute on the mission. She couldn’t notice Javed and his gang around, but she was sure they were recording all of this in their cameras. The women started to slap her with their cheap slippers on her face and on her boobs, as she was made to forcefully sit on the ground to take the humiliation. More and more women joined in as the intensity of the humiliation increased rapidly. She was being treated like trash right in the middle of the street as groups of men and women lined up to witness Purva’s humiliation. Sultana came into the picture, but she was so disgusted at Purva that she simply did not say anything. She slapped her face left and right and then roughly twisted both of Purva’s ears who was now helplessly lying on the muddy ground. She said, “aaj toh tu gayi randi…aaj tujhe chakka banake bhejenge yahan se…”. Saying so she spit on her face and slapped her once again.

The debasement of Purva continued uninterrupted as woman after woman treated her as they thought she rightly deserved. Her private parts weren’t spared either as sultana asked a woman to spread both her legs. Sultana then proceeded to slap Purva’s vagina with her slippers as other women continued to kick her and spit on her. By now she was this stinking piece of mess as her entire body was covered in rough marks indicative of the humiliation, and the spit from all of the women. Sultana then proceeded to gather mud from the ground on her hands and in one quick motion dumped it all over Purva. Dadi maa, who was there too by now, was standing at a distance and seeing all this. “Hai raam, yeh aurat kya hai…iska koi ijjat nhi hai kya”, she said in disbelief. Of course, she had no plans to stop Purva’s rough treatment at the women’s hands this time, and she gladly let them do anything and everything to her as if she rightfully deserved it. Seeing Sultana, other women too started to gather the dirty mud on the ground and throw them at Purva in disgust, all the while muttering insults and curses on her. “Randi ko dikhao ki yeh ek kutti hai, iska koi ijjat nhi hai…loudi”, a women shouting before sharply slapping on her face. Sultana seemed to go crazy as she impatiently circled around Purva kicking at her, slapping her and spitting on her. She didn’t seem to think it was enough anytime soon. She said, “iska dhyaan rakho, mein abhi aati hu” and left the scene temporarily.

As the debasement continued, Purva was completely helpless as none wished to come to her rescue. She was on the ground as now all the women circled around her and hurled abuses at her, continuously spitting and kicking her all over her body. After a while Sultana returned with what seemed like a sickle that was used by farmers to cut the grass. She came up to her and declared to everyone, “ab dekho iska ijjat kaise khatam karungi“, she loudly said as she did the unthinkable. Spitting on her face a couple of times, she proceeded to use the sickle to cut off Purva’s hair as she wished in an obscene way as the entire crowd of women laughed in amusement at the creativity of Sultana. “Sahi hai, randi ka purva baal udha de…loudi ko iske baad lage ki yeh aurat nhi hai…”, said one of the women.

Sultana continued to plow at her hair with the sickle as masses of her hair feel off on the ground. Finally she left Purva looking like a cheap roadside whore with the hair uneven on her head. Purva continued to cry as the women laughed at the sight of Purva, which she knew was quite obscene. Her entire body from her head to her toes was now slithered with mud and stuck to her body obscenely due to the huge masses of spit the women had deposited on her. One of the women exclaimed, “dekh iske kaksh me kitne baal hai, yeh toh hum bhi saaf karte hai, isko dekh nangi ghumti hai itne itne baal lagake“, she said as she disgustedly came forward and spit on Purva. The debasement continued for some more time as they made fun of her and hurled insults at her for walking around shamelessly nude in front of the entire slums. “Aise besharam rehni k liye iske saath aise hi karni chahiye”, one of the women said.

After a while, the women, much to the happiness of Purva seemed to be satisfied with the debasement they had done to Purva. Slowly the women started to get back to the line to get their milk as if nothing had happened. Sultana pulled her by her remaining hair roughly, and said “tu jab bhi aise nangi aayegi yahan pe, tere saath yeh hi hoga. Samjhi randi ki aulaad?, samjhi?”, she shouted at her pulling her hair. Purva squealed in pain and nodded her head, completely humiliated. “Ab jaa tere mard k paas, bol ki woh tujhe ghar me hi rakhe. Bol usko ki tujhe control me rakhe…chahiye toh din raat chudna usse, parr aise sadak me humare saamne nangi dikhegi toh tera yahi haal kar denge hum, samjhi bhooki raand?”, she shook her once again and slapped at her face. Saying so, Sultana fled the scene with disgust. The rest of the women too spit and slapped her one last time before heading to the line at the milk booth.

The humiliation that Purva was subjected to was nothing the citizens of the slum had ever witnessed. As they left her completely broken on the muddy ground all covered in spit, slaps and mud, Purva continued to lie there for a while sobbing in humiliation. She could see that people, both men and some women were around her still staring at her. She was sure that some even perversely loved the way she was subjected to such demeaning treatment right in the middle of the street early in the morning. By now, she was completely broken, and the humiliation continued to haunt her as people seemed to take a liking to see her in such a state. She could not see Javed or his gang around, and she hoped that they were busy in making the video. She so desperately wanted to get back at these slum women who had insulted, ridiculed and debased her in front of everyone. After lying on the ground helplessly for a while, she finally gained her strength and proceeded to make her way back to her house. She was limping with pain and crying with the pain and humiliation that she was made to endure by the slum women.

On her way back, she got disgusting looks on her appearance by men and women alike. Her hair was cut unevenly and the way she looked with spit and mud all over her definitely justified the cheap look on their faces, she thought. She could hear the females in the couples that passed her angrily comment on her to their husbands as to how cheap and nasty a whore she was for being given such a treatment. Some women, who were staring at her spit right in front of her as Purva caught their stares. The men of course were amused at such a perverted sight. All of them knew Purva’s background and the fact that she was Mushtaq’s whore for 30 days, and the look that presented Purva was something that perversely made them beam with lust and pleasure. “Arre rehne do randi ko…iska baat mat karo tum bass…usko jo karna hai karne do”, she heard a man saying to her husband, while he lusted at her exposed and damaged private parts without his wife’s notice.

With all her courage and strength, Purva finally made it to the house. Mushtaq and Sajid were of course waiting for her to come back after her humiliation was over. They immediately opened the door when Purva knocked and the looks on their faces told purva how shocked they were. “Baap re randi, yeh kya kya kar liya tere saath, aaja andar jaldi”, said Mushtaq and pulled her by her hand and closed the door. Sajid was shocked too and said, “bhabhi yeh bohot ganda kar liya unhone tere saath, tera baal bhi kaat diya”, he exclaimed.

Purva was still sobbing on account of the ordeal, but she refrained from touching Mushtaq given how dirty she was on account of all the spit and mud. Sajid said, “Javed aur uska crew abhi video bana rhi hai unke studio me, tu ek kaam karr, abhi aise hi reh taaki jab sarpanch sahab aayenge unhe dikhe ki tere saath yeh kya hua”. Saying so, Sajid made her squat on the floor at the corner. Purva was of course yet to get out of the inertia of the humiliation and she obeyed Sajid’s instructions. She squat down on the ground obscenely showing her damaged and destroyed pussy, still sobbing. Mushtaq and Sajid sat on the bed, as Mushtaq tried to console her verbally. Of course, they had expected Purva to be roughed up and treated like scum, but the sight in front of them was too much to bear. It was now up to Javed and his gang to do their job of making the video and show it to the sarpanch to get back at the slum women. Purva still seemed to need some time to say just anything as Sajid called up Javed to ask them their progress on the video. Now, it all depended on how they executed.

Purva's misery deepens with the sarpanch's visit

At their studio, Javed, Abdul and Zakir were quickly working on editing the video. They had to inform the sarpanch about Purva’s humiliation first-hand to have the best effect on him. “Bhayya, randi ka pura haal kharab kar diya sahi mein”, said Zakir who was editing his part of the video. “Haan yaar, pura bezzati kar diya ganda wala iskaa”, said Javed looking at the video. “Parr sahi hai…itna kuch karne k baad woh log ab nhi bachenge“, he said thoughtfully. It was obvious that they were turned on watching Purva’s humiliation in person and now in the video. It was not unknown that all the men in the slums had very perverted kinks, and they all knew that among them they loved to see Purva getting humiliated in such an obscene and cheap way. But of course, they were concerned for her. “Baal bhi kaat diya iss Sultana ne bhabhi ka…aur fir yeh dekho kitni kharab tareeke se usse jooton se mara hai”, said Zakir as the 3 of them watched the part where Purva was getting humiliated by sultana, who was beating Purva left and right all over her body with her dirty slippers. “Haan, woh toh hai…bhabhi kal bol toh rahi thi ki sultana isse sabse jaada maar-peeth karti hai…aaj toh usko isne chhoda hi nhi”, said Javed. “Ab chhodo baad me dekhenge video, abhi humko pehle video banake sarpanch k paas jana padega, Sajid bhai ka call bhi aaya hai…randi ghar pahunchi hai aur uska halat kharab hai…jaldi se jaldi sarpanch sahab ko yeh video dikhana hoga“, said Javed as the crew worked with focus for the next half hour to put together their best video so that Purva’s degradation would be rightly captured.

Back at Mushtaq’s place, Sajid, Musthaq and Purva waited for Javed and his crew to come back with good news. Javed had said that they were making the video and then they would take it to the sarpanch’s place to show it to them. Purva still seemed broken as she squat on the floor so as to not dirty the house as Mushtaq and Sajid made small talk with her to encourage her. She was still sobbing quietly, still preferring not to talk. Mushtaq did feel like taking his wife in his arms, but she was looking too dirty and clumsy and so he let her be.

Finally after what seemed like a long time, Javed and his crew came to Mushtaq’s house. Javed said that they had put together the video and went to the sarpanch’s house to show it to him. The sarpanch, on listening to the issue, said that he could not watch such an obscene video at his home as he lived with his family, so he said that he would be coming over to Mushtaq’s place in a while, where he would also get the chance to look at Purva in person and judge the situation himself. Javed instructed Purva, “bhabhi jab sarpanch saheb aate hai…tu unke saamne kuch mat bol…jaise tu baithi hai, waise hi baithe reh, sab kuch hum log baat karenge, samjhi?”. Purva nooded in agreement. “Aur haan, aise hi taang khol k baithna taaki unhe dikhe k woh auraton ne tera bhosda ka bhi maar-peeth kiya, aur aise hi thoda thoda rote rehna unke saamne”, he told her. Sajid said, “bhabhi jab woh aate hai unke pair padna, unhe achha lagega”. Purva nodded.

Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed rehearsed a few questions and answers that would have to be ready with for the sarpanch, and in another half-hour the sarpanch had come to their house. The sarpanch was basically the head of the slums who dealt with the local issues and policies in the slums. He was in-charge of the welfare and development of the slums and every year, the people of the slums elected a new sarpanch. The cadre of people who were eligible to become the sarpanch were the higher working class in the slums, some of whom even owned small properties in the city. The current sarpanch Mr. Hussain was known to be a man of very good morals and ethics, as he had shown in solving some disputes in the slums. He was huge in size and seemed like he had spent time working out in his youth. He had a very scary demeanor to himself, which Purva thought he carried well. He had a very dark complexion, and had a large beard which went along with his rugged look as the sarpanch.

As soon as Mr. Hussain came into their house, Purva still squatting moved like a duck and touched his feet, without standing up, as instructed by Sajid. “Haan haan thik h, dur ja ab”, he indifferently said to Purva. He then looked at her with cheap disgust appearing on his face. There was no doubt that the gorgeous damsel was now looking completely obscene and nasty with all the mud and spit. Moreover, her unevenly cut hair that almost looked bald on her definitely made her look even dirty and cheap. Mushtaq then came up to Mr. Hussain and after seating him on their cot, he proceeded, “dekho sahen wob auraton ne meri biwi ka kya halat banaya”, he said.

“Arre yaar Musthaq, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe unn auraton k baare me pata hai na toh iss randi ko aise bahar nanga bhejne ka kya jarooorat hai, tu bata? ghar me jo karna hai kar iske saath, par bahar sadak pe…aur woh bhi agar mard log hai toh iska bhosda chucche dekh k khush honge, auraton k saamne kyun bheja tu ne?”

Javed interjected, “arre saheb, ab yeh ek randi hai, aur usse pura nanga rehna sadak pe pasand hai tu yeh ghoomti hai aise…toh unn auraton ka kya dikkat hai, aap batao?“

“Arre yaar Javed, tu mera baat kabhi nhi samjhta yaar…tujhe kya lagta hai mujhe aise raand ko nanga dekhne me mazaa nhi aata? Ab iski ijjat nhi hai…tum logon ne sab mil ke loot liya, par unn auraton ka ijjat hai. Tujhe pata hai abhi bhi Mushtaq ka garage k bare mein chu chu chalta rehta hai unke side se. Ab tum logon ne yeh sab macha diya iss randi k saath”, saying that he passed a cheap look at Purva.

“Arre saheb aise thodi na, garage se sab ka bhala hota hai…unn randiyon ka aur humara sab ka…kya unhe nhi pata ki unn paison me mein kuch me panchayat ko bhi daan karta hu?“, asked Mushtaq.

“Arre Mushtaq unhe sab pata hai…par agar abhi woh log yeh cheez leke agar security officer k paas jaate hai, toh hum kuch nhi kar sakte hai…woh log aayenge toh iss randi ko le jayenge aur din bhar chodenge isse…samajh aa rha hai me kya bol rha hu?“, he asked sharply.

Mushtaq said, “ji, parr yeh agar apni mann se bina kapde ghumna chahti hai, toh aise thodi na maar-peeth kar lenge woh log sab k saamne…dekho iska bhosda…”, saying so he signaled Purva with his eyes to spread her legs wider to show her pussy to Mr. Hussain, “…aise thodi dusri aurat ka bhosda maar lenge woh”.

“Arre Mushtaq, me mana nhi kar rha hu….jo tere randi k saath hua, woh galat hi hua, par hum iss cheez ko leke jaada aage nhi pahunch sakte hai. unke pass security officer ka bahana hamesha rahega. Ek kaam karo pehle video toh dikhao tum log, dekhenge kya ho sakta hai“.

“Haan ji, Abdul jara video ka cd laga”, Javed said.

The whole video was played and all of them watched the video. Indeed, the humiliation of Purva by the slum women was quite rough. Purva was now getting embarrassed to the core as she was humiliatingly made to squat on the floor in front of them in such a dirty nude avatar with her legs spread wide for all of them to have a good view of her disturbed pussy, while they all sat on the bed. She could not deny the fact that all the men derived perverted pleasure out of viewing the video, as they seemed to share their kinks. Her humiliation was definitely turned them on, as Mr. Hussain purposely asked them to rewind specific parts of the video that he certainly found arousing. Mr. Hussain of course was enjoying watching the ultimate humiliation of the urban whore, but of course he feigned concern for the poor slut. He of course had his own share of perverted desires, and this video was definitely a keeper he thought to himself. He could not believe how the gorgeous nude shameless damsel and the beginning of the video was turned to such a disgusting looking low-life roadside slut by the slum women. Finally, Purva’s embarrassment of having to watch the video of her own humiliation in such an obscene posture in front of all the men finally came to an end.

“Dekha Hussain ji, kya kaand hua humari randi k saath…aise thodi na karte hai”, said Javed earnestly.

“Hmm. Dekh Javed, mujhe unn auraton se bhi ek baar baat karna hoga…aur mujhe lagta hai yeh maamla thoda serious hai. Aur isko humne agar sahi se deal nhi kiya toh woh log kuch bhi karenge, aur fir tum logon ka saara lote pote bahar aayega. Mein ek kaam karta hu, mein unke yahan jaake unse bhi baat karta hu, aur fir shaam ko panchayat rakhunga. tab tak tum ek kaam karo….iss randi ko aise hi halat me rakho. jab panchayat me sab log isse aise halat me dekhenge, toh sab ko samajh me aayega isske saath kya hua…aur tumhe kuch faayda hoga”.

Javed said, “thik h Hussain ji, kya hum isse nanga hi laye?“

“Haan nanga lao koi baat nhi, par ise bolna ki iska bhosda aur doodh haath se chupa le, aur isko tumhare saath hi rakhna nhi toh woh auratein wapas isse maar denge bechari ko”, said Mr. Hussain.

Javed joined his hands at Mr. Hussain and said “thik h saheb, hum aise nanga hi layenge panchayat pe, parr aap dekh lo ki humare liye nyaypoorvak nirnay ho aap k taraf se“.

“Koshish toh wahi hoga Javed, tum tension mat lena, randi ka khyaal rakhna, mein time batata hu unse bhi baat kar ke”.

As he was about to leave, Mushtaq signalled to Purva who quickly again scrawled to Mr. Hussain’s feet and touched them as a mark of respect. Mr. Hussain condescendingly laughed at her actions and said, “randi ka ijjat khatam kar liya par anushasan sahi se kiya hai”. Saying so, he left the house.

Once he left, the guys started to talk all at once. “Arre yaar, saala aise kaise ho sakta hai ki woh auratein security officer k paas jayenge…yeh aadmi bhi fattu hai saala”, said Sajid.

“Haan yaar, iski unn auraton se bohot fathti hai, ab pata nhi kya karega”, said Javed.

“Koi nhi, dekhte hai kya hoga… yaar hum log na ek kaam karte hai…Abdul aur Zakir tum log na aas paas padoson ke yahan jaao aur saare mard ko bolo ki randi k saath itna ghor hua hai…aur unhe bolo ki woh log aake dekh bhi sakte hai chahe toh ise.…isse sab ko pata chalega randi k saath kya hua hai…yahan isko ko aise hi bithayenge aur hum batayenge ki unn sab ka humara saath chahiye hoga panchayat k samay sahi nirnay k liye, kya bolte ho tum log?”, said Mushtaq.

Purva couldn’t believe this was all happening. Mushtaq, her own husband was now proposing that he bring all the males around in their neighborhood to see Purva in that state. It would be extremely humiliating, not that she hadn’t seen humiliation before, but this was going to be too much. She was still in her squatting position with her pussy showing out obscenely with her nude body all covered in mud and spit. Now the spit had seemed to dry up, and she looked plastered with mud, all the while stinking with filth. Now that even her hair was cut in a weird way, she was sure she looked like a trashy ridiculous slut. Now, if more men were to come to their house and see purva in that state, it would increase her embarrassment and humiliation multi-fold. She suspected even Mushtaq was satisfying his kink in exhibiting his humiliated wife to one and all, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was anyway going to be taken to the evening’s panchayat in that state all trashy and naked to be witnessed by one and all. So she might as well get used to it, she thought. It wasn’t something she could argue with them anyway, and she felt too away from reality to do so.

Javed and Sajid of course liked the idea. They were of course now aroused with how Purva was looking. It had all begun as a way to take revenge on the slum women, and the main motive was still that, but they were secretly enjoying the humiliation of Purva, as she looked like a helpless whore in such a ridiculous state.

“Haan Mushtaq bhayya, yeh achha idea hai…isse hum logon ko fayda hoga ki panchayat me yeh log humare saath denge”, said Javed as all of them seemed to agree. It seemed like no one really cared about Purva’s opinion as they sent out Zakir and Abdul to talk to the neighbours. Purva could not believe what was happening to her, and what started as a fun thing of going around naked to make others happy, had brought her to down to a sleazy worthless whore. Now, it was a matter of time that everyone in the slums know of how cheaply and sleazily she was treated by the nasty slum women. She continued to sit there in the crouched squat position as the men talked among themselves on further course of action.​