Part 6
Two days after the extreme session, Manju still wore the collar. The marks on her body had darkened. She moved carefully through the house, speaking only when spoken to.
That morning Abhi called her into the study. He did not ask what she wanted. He told her.
“Today the men decide. You will do exactly what you are told. The women of both families will also do exactly what they are told. No suggestions. No choices. You obey. They obey. Understand?”
Manju lowered her eyes. “Yes.”
Abhi sent the messages. By early afternoon every adult was present in the large hall. Mattresses covered the floor. The tripod and phone were already set. Abhi stood in the centre with Abhishek, Jeet, Praveen, Suresh, Sharma and Babu. The women—Manju, Santhi, Divya, Soumya, Preetha, Sandhya and Ambika—waited silently along the wall, naked as instructed.
Abhishek spoke first.
“Manju, centre of the floor. On your knees. Hands behind your back.”
She moved at once and knelt. Abhi locked a short chain from her collar to a floor ring so she could not rise without permission. He turned to the other women.
“Santhi, Divya, Soumya—prepare her. Mouths and fingers only. Make her wet and open. You do not stop until we say.”
The three women dropped to their knees around Manju. Santhi pushed her tongue into her daughter’s cunt without hesitation. Divya and Soumya took her breasts, sucking hard, teeth grazing the nipples.
Manju kept her hands behind her back and her eyes down. She made no sound except the soft gasps the men’s orders allowed. The women worked in silence, exactly as told—licking, sucking, fingering—until Manju’s thighs were shiny and her cunt was visibly soft and ready.
Abhi raised a hand. “Enough. Move back.”
The three women sat on their heels, waiting for the next instruction.
Abhishek pointed at Jeet and Praveen. “Take her. Cunt and mouth. Hard.”
They did not ask Manju anything. Jeet lay on his back. Praveen lifted Manju by the collar chain, turned her, and lowered her cunt onto Jeet’s cock in one motion. She took the full length with a choked sound. Praveen gripped her hair, forced her head down, and pushed his cock into her throat. They used her in rhythm—Jeet thrusting up into her cunt, Praveen fucking her throat—while the rest of the men watched. Manju’s hands stayed behind her back. Tears ran from her eyes each time Praveen drove deep, but she did not pull away.
When Jeet finished inside her, Abhi gave the next order.
“Suresh, her ass. Sharma, her mouth. The rest of you, use the other women however you want, but Manju stays the priority.”
Suresh oiled himself quickly, spread Manju’s cheeks, and forced his cock into her ass in three hard thrusts. Manju’s cry was cut off when Sharma filled her mouth. The two men set a brutal pace. At the same time Abhishek bent Preetha over a low table and took her from behind. Babu pulled Divya onto her hands and knees and entered her. Jeet, still hard, pushed Soumya down and used her mouth. Sandhya and Ambika were told to kneel and wait until a man pointed at them; they did so without speaking.
Orders continued without pause.
“Turn her over.”
“Hold her legs wider.”
“Gag her with your cock while he finishes in her ass.”
“Santhi, clean the cum out of her with your tongue, then present her again.”
“Preetha, Ambika—on your backs. The men will use you while they watch Manju take the next ones.”
Every instruction was followed at once. The women never spoke unless answering a direct question. They moved where they were told, opened what they were told to open, cleaned what they were told to clean, and held positions until released. Manju remained the centre. When her holes grew loose and messy, Abhi ordered Santhi and Divya to lick her clean, then ordered the next two men to fill her again. When her legs shook, Abhishek simply said, “Hold her up,” and Jeet and Praveen lifted her by the thighs so Suresh could keep thrusting into her ass without interruption.
Sandeep recorded everything from the tripod, moving only when Abhi told him to change the angle.
Hours passed under continuous direction. Men rotated through Manju’s cunt, ass and throat in whatever order Abhi or Abhishek decided. The other women were used in between or at the same time, always according to a man’s spoken command. No woman chose a position, a partner, or a pace. They waited, obeyed, and took what was given.
When the last man had finished, Abhi gave the final orders of the day.
“Clean her. Collar stays on. Cuffs on her wrists. Leave her on the mattress. Everyone else out.”
Santhi and Preetha wiped Manju with warm cloths exactly as told. The other women dressed in silence and left. The men followed. Only Abhi remained. He looked down at Manju, still chained by the collar, wrists now cuffed behind her, body marked and used.
“You did as you were told,” he said. “Rest. Tomorrow we decide the next session.”
Manju kept her eyes down. “Yes.”
He turned off the light and locked the door behind him. The hall stayed quiet except for her slow breathing. The women of both families had followed every instruction without once making a decision of their own. That was the rule. That was the tradition as the men required it.
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