Day after the first night manju starts to understand how her life is going to be in Abhi’s life.

Part 5
Morning light filtered through the curtains. Manju woke sore, marked, and still wet between her thighs from the night before. Abhi was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. He turned the screen toward her. The video from the previous night played in silence for a few seconds—her blindfolded face, the different cocks taking her, the way her body had opened and taken everything.
Manju watched without flinching. When it ended she said quietly, “Again tonight. But harder. I want the men from your side only. Extreme. Tie me. Use me however you want. I won’t safe-word unless I mean it. The word is red.”
Abhi nodded once. He sent a short message to the group. Within the hour the men of the groom’s family were in the house: Abhishek, Jeet, Praveen, Suresh, and Abhi himself. The women stayed out of the room this time. The door was locked.
They had prepared the guest room. Thick ropes, leather cuffs, a spreader bar, a ball gag, clamps, a short whip, and a thick leather collar already waited on the table. Manju walked in naked. She stood in the centre of the floor and waited.
Abhi collared her first. The leather sat snug around her throat. He clipped a short leash to it. Then the cuffs—wrists and ankles. Jeet and Praveen lifted her onto the heavy wooden frame that had been brought in and locked her wrists high above her head. The spreader bar forced her ankles wide apart, locking her legs open. She hung slightly, weight on her toes and the ropes, cunt and ass completely exposed.
Abhishek stepped in front of her, inspected the bindings, then rolled her nipples hard between his fingers until they stood stiff. He attached the clamps—tight, biting metal that made Manju suck in a sharp breath. A thin chain connected them. He gave it a light tug. Pain flared bright and clean. Manju’s eyes watered, but she stayed silent.
“You asked for extreme,” Abhi said. “You get it.”
They started with impact. Suresh took the short whip. He worked her thighs and the outer lips of her cunt first—sharp, measured strokes that left raised red lines. Manju’s breathing turned ragged. When he moved higher and struck directly across her clamped nipples she cried out, body jerking in the restraints. The chain swung. Tears ran down her cheeks. She did not say the word.
Jeet moved behind her. He oiled two thick fingers and pushed them into her ass without preamble, scissoring her open while Suresh continued the whip. Manju’s head fell forward. The dual sensations—sharp stinging across her front, deep stretch in her ass—made her moan continuously. When Jeet added a third finger she whimpered, but her cunt was visibly dripping onto the floor.
Abhi stepped in front of her, cock already hard. He gripped the chain between the clamps and pulled downward while he pushed into her cunt in one long thrust. The sudden fullness combined with the sharp pull on her nipples forced a raw scream from her throat. He fucked her hard and deep, using the chain like a rein, each thrust yanking her nipples downward. Manju’s body shook in the ropes. Spit ran from the corner of her mouth. She came once, violently, walls clamping around him, but he did not stop. He kept pounding until he finished inside her, then pulled out and let the next man take his place.
Praveen entered her next. He fucked her with short, brutal strokes while Abhishek stood to the side and struck the insides of her thighs with an open hand, leaving dark handprints. When Praveen pulled out he moved behind her, removed Jeet’s fingers, and drove his cock straight into her ass. Manju’s cry was muffled by the ball gag Jeet had just forced between her teeth and strapped tight. The gag filled her mouth, pressing her tongue down. Drool ran freely down her chin and onto her breasts.
They used her in rotation. One man in her cunt, another in her ass, sometimes both at once while a third held her head and fucked her throat around the gag until he removed it long enough to come across her tongue. The clamps stayed on. The whip returned whenever her skin began to cool. Abhishek took long turns with the whip across her ass and the backs of her thighs while Suresh and Jeet double-penetrated her, stretching both holes until she sobbed around the gag. Every time she came they ignored it and kept going, turning the orgasm into more overstimulation.
After nearly two hours they lowered her from the frame. Her legs would not hold her. They laid her on the floor on her stomach, cuffs still locked, spreader bar still forcing her open. Abhi straddled her back, fed his cock into her mouth from above, and used her throat while Praveen and Suresh took turns in her ass and cunt from behind. The angle was brutal. Each thrust drove her face harder onto Abhi’s cock. She gagged, eyes streaming, but her hands stayed open in the cuffs—no signal, no red.
They finished in her one after another—cunt, ass, mouth, then back again—until cum leaked from every hole and her skin was a map of welts, handprints, and bite marks. Only then did Abhi remove the gag, the clamps, and the spreader bar. He left the collar and the wrist cuffs on.
Manju lay limp on the floor, breathing in shallow gasps, body twitching with aftershocks. Abhi crouched beside her, stroked her hair, and waited.
She opened her eyes, voice rough and broken.
“Don’t untie the wrists yet. I want to stay like this a little longer.”
He nodded. The other men dressed quietly and left the room one by one. Abhi stayed. He sat on the floor beside her, one hand resting on the collar, while Manju’s breathing slowly evened out. The extreme session had ended exactly the way she had asked for it—bound, used by every man of the groom’s family, marked, and still hungry for the restraints to remain a little longer.
Outside the locked door the rest of the household moved through a normal afternoon. Inside, the new bride rested in her cuffs, already thinking about the next time.

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