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I am an avid reader of ISS. I happened upon the ‘Humiliation of Shruti’ series that somehow manages to turn me on every time I read it. Maybe it catered to my innermost and taboo desires of exploitation. Sadly, after part 1 and 2, the series never continued. I tried contacting the writer, but there was no reply.
After almost three years, it is safe to assume that the author has moved on. It is extremely unlikely that further updates will occur under the same title. Therefore, I’ve decided to build upon the story and explore Shruti and the rest of the characters as I deem fit.
Of course, if the original author did decide to continue, I’ll stop my version immediately.
P.S. Unlike the original author, I’m a straight guy, who currently resides in Chennai. Before reading this, I’d urge you to read part 1 and 2 written by Annu Singh. Her username is glamgal1950. I assure you it’s awesome. Without further delay let me get into the story.
Part 3
After being utterly humiliated and getting her pubic hair shaved. She was made to orgasm at the hands of a barber as perverted customers locked inside the shop at the time watched and shagged. A defeated and exhausted Shruti was carried naked into the car by Mani, her husband’s friend, and business partner.
“You are a woman with a beautiful body. You shouldn’t be ashamed of getting naked in public. I know that you like it,” he said. She firmly hid her face in his chest. With everyone in the market gazing at her naked body, she just wanted to get inside the car and the ordeal to end.
Her disgusting and aged husband Ramsankar took the front seat beside the driver, Raghu. Mani handed over Shruti to Krishna like a baby. She sat curled up on his lap with her face buried in her palms. Mani and Ahmed occupied the window seats. Krishna sat in the middle so that everyone got a piece of the action.
“To the hotel, sir?” asked Raghu, unable to take his eyes off the rearview mirror.
“No. The locals said there’s a pond about an hour from here, deep into the town. It’s a straight road, but it can get bumpy along the way. I want to visit that,” said Mani. The driver googled the destination as Mani instructed and set the location. Thus began the ride and the next phase of Shruti’s humiliation.
Krishna passed her a hoodie they had brought along. Shruti obediently put it on and zipped it to the brim. After being exposed so blatantly, a full-arm hoodie felt like armor. She also got to wear her night shorts. Of course, they weren’t being sympathetic to her plight.
It had more to do with avoiding being caught by the police with a naked woman inside the vehicle. The town police station was nearby. So until they hit the road, Shruti was granted the luxury of covering her modesty. Circling the market place, the car halted in front of a row of food, snack and dessert shops.
Mani and Ahmed stepped down and took their time to buy some stuff. After 20 minutes, they dumped a lot of covers on the trunk of the car. Some even inside the icebox they had bought along to store beer. Mani handed Shruti two chicken sandwiches and a bottle of coke.
“You must be tired in the morning. Eat,” he ordered. Shruti was much happy to oblige. She had lost way too many fluids and she devoured the food like a glutton. As all of them munched on their eatables sitting inside the car. The situation felt normal for the very first time.
Krishna did not do much except caress her thighs a little as he chewed on his roll. It was nothing compared to the things they did to her earlier. They all passed food and drinks, chatted and joked like normal friends. Although impossible, Shruti felt hopeful that this would continue for the rest of the trip.
She was skeptical however of the stuff that was dumped onto the back seat. Her skepticisms would soon be strongly answered.
“Straight, right?” asked Ahmed. They moved to pass the market place and turned to a narrow road.
“Yes, sir. All straight from here” answered Raghu.
“That’s all we needed to hear,” smiled Ahmed and eyed Shruti with lust. Within seconds, the molestation began.
“Boys, please! Haven’t’ you had enough,” Shruti said, clutching onto her zip and shorts.
“It’s good to burn your calories after eating. Do you want to become fat like your husband?” asked Krishna, pressing her filled belly. His hands slipped into her night shorts as Mani and Ahmed started to massage her tits. They pushed her hands away.
They undressed her completely and tossed the hoodie and shorts behind the back seat. Krishna took over her breasts as the other two spread out her legs and stretched it to the fullest extent. Mani and Ahmed subjected her feet to sensual mouth play, swirling their tongue between each of her toes and licking the soles of her feet.
It felt ticklish and weird. Her sensitive nerve endings struggled to handle the stimulation. She tried to pull her legs back on multiple occasions. Only for it to be brought back to position and sucked with renewed vigor. Krishna jiggled her boobs and twisted her nipples.
His tongue traced along her spine and rested on the nape of her neck, sucking it hard to leave a hickey. The three licked her like her body was made of honey. She gasped profusely as her body struggled to breathe. As she was reaching heights of sensation, everyone was suddenly flung from their seats.
The car had hit a big road bump at 40 km/hr and Raghu had done nothing to slow down. “Watch the road, you asshole!” Mani scolded. Raghu apologized and sweated nervously. He adjusted his pants and wiped his face, once again forcing his eyes back onto the road.
“Let’s not do this in the car,” chipped in Shruti. They all knew what caused Raghu’s lapse in concentration. But Shruti’s reasons lied elsewhere. Her body was tethering on the edge of ecstasy. She didn’t want to have toyed with any further. This incident provided the perfect camouflage to stop their antics.
Mani looked at Shruti and gave her a knowing smile. Has he seen through?
“When there is a problem, would you prefer eliminating just the temporary causes or would you rather fix the root?” he asked Shruti.
“I’ll fix the root cause,” Shruti answered, perplexed. Mani gawked at her lips with a mischievous grin.
Shruti sucked Raghu’s dick. They had parked the car on the side of the road, with a view of barren fields on either side. Shruti now understood the implication behind Mani’s question. The core problem wasn’t her or their antics. It was Raghu’s lust.
If that was taken care of, then there was no need for them to stop anything. Shruti regretted opening her mouth. Ironically, the price she had to pay for her insolence had her repeat the same action. Only this time around, it wasn’t to talk but take. Take in a hard black cock that almost reached deep into her throat.
Raghu was bestowed complete control over how he wanted his blowjob. He chose to engage with a firm hand. With complete disregard to Shruti’s status as his boss’ friend’s wife, he tugged and held her hair up with one hand. He thrust his cock in and out so fast as if he was unclogging a pipe with a suction cup.
Shruti gagged and coughed. But as soon as she was slightly alright, he shoved it back in with full force. To spice things up, he even slapped Shruti left and right. Turning her baby cheeks a tinge of red. Adding to the blood rush that was already over her face due to suffocation.
Shruti realized that the driver was a sadist. She’ll never be able to look him in the eye the next time he shows up with Mani. It broke her heart to lose her social standing to a driver. As she squatted and blew him, her eyes managed to sneak glimpses of what’s happening around.
Ramsankar was in the field with a cigarette in his mouth. By the way, his flabby hands moved, she knew he was jerking off. Though she found his appearance revolting, she felt a little sympathetic to his plight. He did take good care of her after all. She thought of giving him a blowjob sometime later in the trip.
Withholding repulsion, of course. She also saw Mani, Ahmed, and Krishna setting something up inside the vehicle and she suspected they were up to no good. They were indeed up to no good.
After five long minutes of using her mouth as a lust dump, Raghu unloaded. She held her head still to prevent her from pulling back. She had no choice but to swallow his thick and salty cum. He finished for ten long seconds and finally let go of her head.
Shruti coughed and drooled, hurling the cum that hadn’t gotten in. She looked at him defiantly, trying to establish that she did it only because of Mani. But it was a desperate attempt and it turned out pitiable. Raghu indifferently caught her hair again.
He vigorously cummed on her face, tapping his penis on her cheeks as he beat his meat. He squeezed every drop out of his manhood. Shruti was on her knees breathing heavily. As Raghu pridefully took a step back, Mani approached them with a water bottle.
“I think that’s enough fun for you,” he said, tossing Shruti the water bottle. Shruti poured it over her face, cleansing herself from the obscenity. She gulped down a lot of water trying to soothe her violated throat. As Raghu tried to walk past, Mani caught his shoulder.
“Remember your place,” he cut straight to the point. “She’s ours. The only reason why you got to do what you did to her is that we allowed it. She’s still above you. If I ever see you looking down on her or trying any funny business on your own, I’ll bash your head in stone. Do you understand? The rest of the journey should be smooth.”
Shruti saw that Mani can be terrifying when he wanted to be. Raghu was visibly shaken and he blurted out, “Yes, sir” and got in the car with hunched shoulders. His ego was deflated in a matter of seconds. Shruti felt a strong attraction towards Mani for saving some of her dignity.
Even though she was naked on the road and Mani had quite a lot to do with her situation. On some level, she had already given in to Mani, Ahmed, and Krishna, though she still wasn’t ready to admit it. He lent her a hand and lifted her. Before she could stand firm, he spun her around and lifted her.
Clamping under her thighs, she forced her into a reverse cowgirl position. Her legs formed a wide m as she was trapped mid-air with only her left arm around his shoulder acting as balance apart from his grip. “Come on babe. Pee. We won’t be stopping for a while,” he said in a matter of fact tone.
Shruti turned cherry with shame.
“Mani, I’m fine. I don’t feel like going,” she replied.
“I’m sure you do. You drank a lot of fluids.”
“Mani. No,” she protested. Doing it a couple of times did not normalize the situation for her.
“Shruti, you can either pee as I hold you or do you want Raghu to probe into your pussy and force it out for you?” asked Mani, effectively ending the conversation. As she started trying, Ahmed and Krishna stepped in.
“Ready?” said Ahmed. Shruti wondered what he meant by it. Krishna started gently rubbing the region where Shruti’s pubic hair used to be. Ahmed pitched in by stroking her inner thigh like a genie lamp. It relaxed her uptight nerves.
In a few seconds, Shruti let loose a stream of silver liquid that stopped after a few dying squirts.
“It’s colorless. You’re hydrated,” remarked Mani and let go of her legs. He handed her over to the duo and got into the car, claiming the middle seat. They cleaned her and escorted her to the vehicle, each grabbing onto a butt cheek. As Shruti entered, she found the car to be different.
The entire backseat was covered in polythene sheets and the floor had newspapers placed all over. Her road trip wasn’t going to get any easy.
Shruti’s tits had a chocolatey flavor. It wasn’t a metaphor, but a literal description of her state. As Mani held her still, Ahmed and Krishna had dumped two whole bottles of Hershey’s syrup on her tits. They didn’t even bother to use the nozzle.
They cut off the cap and poured the cool dense liquid all over her milky breasts.
“Vanilla meets chocolate,” mouthed Ahmed. The liquid dripped to the folds of her stomach and slipped to her thighs. It trickled down between her legs, forming a cute little pool. The polythene sheets prevented the seats from getting dirty.
Ahmed and Krishna went all-in on her jiggles as Shruti puffed and squirmed. Mani locked her firm under her breasts. So there wasn’t much leeway for moving around. She had no choice but to endure the assault as both of them devoured her. Krishna licked her like a hyperactive puppy.
Ahmed went full throttle from the get-go and bit her nipple. He tugged it between his teeth with viciousness. Shruti screamed and smacked his shoulder repeatedly, almost akin to tapping out when a wrestler got someone in a stronghold.
Ahmed showed no mercy. That would leave a mark. Mani swept some of the syrup from her breasts and shoved his chocolatey fingers into her mouth.
“Show me you can suck,” he said and Shruti felt the compulsion to impress him. There was a constant battle between dignity and desire inside her. The desire pummeled dignity to death every single time. She rolled her tongue over his sweet fingers and sucked it like a lollipop.
Mani in response violated her ear, drooling cold saliva into her earhole, making her whole body shudder. Krishna and Ahmed switched roles with the latter playing it sensual and the former letting his animal instincts take over. 10 minutes in, Shruti’s moans reached squeaky vocal ranges.
Her legs were spread out into a wide m shape and the duo violated her pussy the same time they treated her tits. Krishna dipped his fingers on the chocolate pool and shoved it into her vagina, fingering her at a brisk pace. Ahmed seemed to have mistaken Shruti’s clitoris for a screw. He passionately tried to unscrew it.
Mani had her hand raised and feasted on her armpit. Shruti had mentioned once that she was sensitive there. Mani exploited it to an extreme degree. With all her weak points engaged at once, Shruti’s body snapped and with a loud moan, she cummed chocolate.
Her legs were let loose and it dropped to the floor completely drained. Her pussy pulsed as aftermath. Shruti’s felt airy. Her mind was hit by a surge of dopamine and it made her lightheaded.
“You seem to have relaxed. That’s not quite fun, is it?” Mani whispered. Shruti’s eyes opened wide. What was he going to do now? In answer to her question, Mani took his scarf and blindfolded her.
“Seems the boys were rough on your nipples. Let’s calm your tits,” he said. Few seconds of anticipation followed. Shruti heard something being taken from the back.
“Mani, stop. No, what are you…!’ Shruti shrieked. Two ice-creams, preserved cold in the icebox were slammed onto her erect nipples. Her body convulsed. She squealed with gritted teeth and pushed to the edge. Her legs whipped and writhed like an attacking cobra.
“Aa! Stop! Mani! Stop!’ she screamed, trying to free her arms from the grip. Her legs kicked the drivers and front seat. In the end, Krishna and Ahmed’s grip proved to be powerful. She only exhausted herself making a ruckus. Her nipples had gone numb and except for the ringing between her ears, she was alright.
Mani turned her over, heaving her legs over him. He removed the blindfold and Shruti stared at his face with pouted lips and misty eyes. She sat on him, her knees planted firmly to his sides. Her sticky pussy nudged on his bulge. Krishna and Ahmed held on to her hands to prevent her from taking the cups off.
Staring back at her, he took the cups off her nipple and dumped the scoop on her tits. It slid cold on the slope of her perky boobs. “Ice cream is mine,” he declared. “Let go of her hands. She is a big girl. She can take it.” He took her hands, placed it on his shoulders and sucked her tits, asserting his dominance.
Shruti gave in. She was to be their toy this trip and she accepted it. For 10 minutes, he had her all to himself. He creamed her boobs so clean that one would doubt anything was poured in on her in the first place. “There. Good as new,” he said and planted a kiss on her boob.
“Now suck Raghu’s dick. He is getting horny again,” he ordered. Raghu’s ears were suddenly all attention. It was true that he was erect. Watching her violated to such a degree had reawakened his sexual appetite despite cumming in loads just a while ago.
“Stop the car then,” she mouthed.
“No. Suck him as it moves,” he said. Shruti was perplexed. Turning her around, Mani pushed Shruti between the gaps of the driver seat and front seat. She managed to squeeze her upper body to the front. Raghu whipped out his dick. His hard black cock stood erect like a totem pool.
She took it in half and gently bounced her mouth. There was a marked change in Raghu’s attitude. He derived pleasure from the blowjob. But there wasn’t any air of mockery in his eyes that she witnessed during the first time. As she teased his dick, she felt her legs lifted off the floor.
“You can’t just jiggle your ass on us and expect us to do nothing, you know,” said Krishna. She went off balance and swallowed Raghu’s dick whole. He cummed right away. Shruti pushed herself off his dick with a cough and turned around. Ahmed and Krishna licked the soles of her feet yet again.
They ran their fingers from her legs, her thighs, up to her ass. They smacked her ass hard and she bellowed like a horse. Her tits seemed to have gotten a life of its own, moving in various directions. Her body thrashed around, trying to bear the brunt of the blows to her bottom.
Her hands reached for whatever it could hold firm onto. In a fit of desperation, she caught Raghu’s dick in one hand and pulled out the erect dick of Ramsankar with the other. Every time she received a blow, she yanked their dicks. Soon, she was giving both of them a vigorous handjob to quench her lust.
Ramsankar cummed in buckets and Raghu got milked out of the semen that was left inside him.
“Shruti dear, you better brace yourself,” said Mani. Before she could know what hit her, her mind almost blacked out. In a second, a searing sensation traveled from her pussy, forcing adrenaline to every inch of her body. A cold kulfi ice-cream stick was inserted into her love hole.
Shruti swam inside the car, stroking her hands and pushing her legs, trying to get it out.
“Our girl will win the swimming Olympics! All we have to do is stick an ice-cream into her pussy,” joked Ahmed and caught her legs. Mani pushed the entire 6 inches in and Shruti screamed. In a few seconds, her body froze and fell. She shuddered to stick out her ass.
As they watched her ass quiver, Shruti gushed out the warm liquid. She had peed unable to take the burden. Mani pulled out the kulfi and dragged her back from the front to his loving embrace. Mani lip-locked her and rested her face upon his shoulder.
As Shruti dared to finally relax, Mani whispered, “We still have 30 minutes Shruti and there’s ice-cream for everyone.” By the time they reached the pond, Shruti was covered in white. Loads of vanilla. Loads of cum.
Her ordeals will continue in part 4.
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