Their Girlfriend Revenge: I'm Their Horny Humiliation

An unexpected threesome with my tall strong roommate girls while they humiliate and ballbust me and stomp and spit on me also making me do humiliating tasks even in public as well as in front of their colleagues and invite my exgirlfriend whom i dumped to take her revenge by degrading me publicly

The flat was silent. Too silent. My laptop sat untouched as a sense of dread crept over me. That feeling solidified with the jingle of keys at the front door. Priya and Meera strode in, their tall, muscular frames draped in tight saris that clung to every curve. The room filled with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, their laughter echoing, tinged with alcohol and malice. Priya's eyes, dark and promising, locked onto me. Meera's stride was confident, predatory. "Look who's playing the coward on the couch," Meera sneered. "Always so timid. So weak. You need to learn your fucking place." Priya's voice was a low growl. "Tonight, we're going to teach you a lesson, Siddharth. You thought you could just dump Gina and walk away? You thought you could hide from us, from your actions?" They dropped their bags near the door and advanced, their eyes never leaving me. Priya's first strike was swift, a backhand across my cheek that left my head spinning. Meera grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. "You're going to take everything we give you, Siddharth," Priya whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "And you're going to love it. Aren't you?" She struck again, a hard slap that rang in my ears. My cock twitched, pathetic and unwanted. Meera smirked, seeing the betrayal of my body. "On your knees, you pathetic worm," Meera commanded. "Let's see how much you can take." I knelt, my heart pounding. Priya kicked off her sandals and stepped closer, her sari falling to the floor. She wore a lace blouse and thong, her body toned and demanding. She grabbed my hair, forcing my head back to look up at her. "You're going to take a beating, Siddharth. And then you're going to take something else. Meera, fetch the belt. Let's see how much he can handle." Meera returned, a leather belt coiled in her hand. The first strike was brutal, the leather biting into my flesh. I gritted my teeth, refusing to cry out. The second strike was harder, and the third sent waves of pain through my body. Through the agony, the touch of my cock stirred. Priya saw it, her smirk cruel. "Look at him, Meera. He's enjoying this. Let's see how much he enjoys this." She moved to stand over me. She rubbed her thong, coating her fingers in her arousal. As soon as she was done she grabbed my balls, her grip tight, painful. "You like being a little bitch, Siddharth?" she asked, squeezing harder. I gasped, tears stinging my eyes. Priya continued, her voice a low purr. "You like being our little toy, our plaything? You like being humiliated, being used?" Meera's hand joined Priya's, both of them squeezing, twisting. The pain was intense, a white-hot agony that left me gasping for breath. Through the haze of pain, I felt it—the humiliated arousal, the betrayal of my own body. Priya leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "Tonight, Siddharth, we're going to make sure everyone knows what a pathetic little worm you are. We're going to invite some friends. Maybe even someone you know. Someone who might enjoy seeing you like this. Someone who might enjoy taking a piece of you for what you did to her." Meera's fingers danced over her phone, sending out messages. To their friends at the local temple. To the bustling marketplace. To the crowded streets of the old city. Priya laughed. "You're going to be our little puppet, Siddharth. Dancing to our tune, bending to our will. And if you're a good little boy, maybe, just maybe, we'll let you come. But for now, you're going to take everything we give you. And you're going to love it." She grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back to look up at her. "Aren't you, Siddharth? Aren't you?" I nodded, my voice a choked whisper. "Yes." Priya smiled, a cruel, triumphant curve of her lips. "Good boy. Now, let's get you ready for our guests. Meera, grab the rope. Let's see how well he can take a beating while tied up. Let's see how well he can take our cocks." Meera's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She grabbed a length of rope, her movements quick and efficient as she bound my wrists behind my back. The helplessness, the total surrender, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I was theirs to use, theirs to humiliate. And they were just getting started.

They were going to enjoy this. Priya circled me like a predator, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. "Open your mouth, Siddharth. Let's see how much you can take." Meera stood beside her, her hand already undoing her blouse. She revealed a lacy bra, her full breasts straining against the fabric. She cupped them, squeezing, her thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. I watched, my mouth dry, my heart pounding. Priya pushed her thong aside, exposing her glistening pussy. She rubbed herself, coating her fingers in her arousal before pressing them to my lips. "Lick," she commanded. I obeyed, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet, musky, intoxicating. She moaned, her hips bucking slightly as she pressed her fingers harder against my mouth. "More," she demanded. I sucked her fingers, my tongue swirling around them. She pulled them away, a string of saliva connecting her hand to my mouth. She smirked, then turned to Meera. "Show him what he's missing, Meera. Show him what a real woman looks like." Meera unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, her nipples hard and inviting. She stepped closer, pressing her breasts against my face. I inhaled her scent, a heady mix of sweat and perfume. She ground against me, her nipples dragging across my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids. Priya watched, her eyes gleaming with lust. She kicked off her thong, standing naked before me. She straddled my chest, her pussy right in front of my face. "Lick, Siddharth. Lick like your life depends on it." I licked, my tongue exploring her folds, tasting her, teasing her. She moaned, her hips grinding against my face. Meera grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Siddharth. Look at what you're missing." She pinched her nipples, her head thrown back, a moan escaping her lips. Priya reached down, her fingers finding my mouth, pushing inside. I sucked, my tongue swirling around them. She pulled them away, her hand moving to her pussy, her fingers rubbing her clit. "Fuck," she hissed, her hips bucking. "Fuck, Siddharth. You're going to pay for this. You're going to pay for every fucking thing you've done." Meera grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "You like this, don't you, Siddharth? You like being our little toy, our plaything. You like being used, being humiliated." I nodded, my mouth full of Priya's fingers. She smiled, a cruel, triumphant curve of her lips. "Good boy. Now, let's see how well you can take our cocks. Let's see how well you can take our friends' cocks."

The flat was a mess of opulence and chaos, a reflection of the twisted games that often played out within its walls. The living room was dimly lit, the only light filtering in through the sheer curtains that covered the large windows. The furniture was a mix of modern and traditional, with plush sofas and intricately carved wooden chairs scattered around the room. The walls were adorned with vibrant paintings and tapestries, the colors stark and vivid. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, the perfume of Priya and Meera mingling with the musk of arousal and the faint tang of sweat. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, heavy and ragged, punctuated by the occasional moan or whimper from me. The floor was cold beneath my knees, the hardwood unyielding against my bound wrists. The rope dug into my flesh, a harsh reminder of my helplessness. The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric as Priya and Meera moved, their bodies lithe and graceful, their movements predatory and deliberate. In the corner, a large mirror reflected the scene, the glass fogged slightly from the heat of the room. It showed me, kneeling and bound, my face flushed with humiliation and arousal. It showed Priya, naked and glorious, her body a testament to her strength and power. It showed Meera, her breasts bared, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust. The room was a stage, and I was the star of this twisted play. The setting was perfect, the atmosphere charged with tension and anticipation. The guests were on their way, summoned by Meera's messages, eager to partake in the humiliation and degradation that awaited me. The night was young, and the games were just beginning.

They should put me in chastity and put on a show and expose it to random strangers like accidentally afterwards making me serve them with humiliation and sorrow

Priya's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Chastity, huh? I like that idea. It'll keep you on your best behavior, won't it?" She turned to Meera, who nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "This calls for a special device," Meera purred, moving to a drawer in a side table. She pulled out a small, sleek box, opening it to reveal a polished metal chastity cage. "Something elegant, yet cruel. Something that'll keep you aching and desperate." Priya took the device, examining it with a satisfied smirk. "Perfect. Now, let's get you ready for the show, Siddharth." They worked quickly, their hands deft and precise. Meera pulled out a small, intricate key, unlocking the cage. Priya lubed it, her fingers cold and clinical as she prepared me. I flinched at the touch, my body tensing in anticipation. Meera held my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "You're going to wear this for as long as we want," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "You're going to be our good little pet, aren't you?" "I..." I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Yes." "Good boy," Priya cooed, fastening the cage around me. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat of my arousal, a harsh reminder of my submission. She locked it in place, the click of the mechanism final and ominous. Meera circled me, her eyes roaming over my body. "Now, let's get you dressed. We want you presentable for our guests." She pulled out a thin, silky robe, the fabric shimmering in the dim light. She helped me into it, the material smooth against my skin. Priya adjusted the belt, tying it loosely around my waist. "You look almost respectable," she said, a mocking laugh in her voice. "Almost." Meera nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Almost. But let's not forget the humiliation part." She grabbed a small, black blindfold, running it through her fingers. "You won't be seeing anything, Siddharth. You'll just feel. Feel every touch, every whisper, every humiliation." She secured the blindfold around my head, plunging me into darkness. The room spun, my senses heightened, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The rustling of fabric and the soft whispers of Priya and Meera filled the air, a symphony of anticipation and dread. "Now, let's give them a show," Priya whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's give them a night they'll never forget."

They with her friends bring me outing naked in a car and give out tasks with the risk of others seeing me

The drive was a blur of sensation. The leather seat beneath me was cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the heat of my shame and arousal. The chastity device dug into me, a constant, humiliating reminder of my submission. I could hear the murmur of voices, Priya and Meera's friends, their laughter and whispers grazing my ears like the soft touch of a feather. The car was a luxury sedan, the seats plush and the interior dimly lit. I could sense the eyes on me, the weight of their gazes heavy and invasive. The blindfold kept me in darkness, heightening every other sense. The scent of expensive perfume and cologne filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of leather and the underlying musk of my own arousal. I sat naked in the middle, surrounded by a group of strangers. No one touched me, yet I felt their proximity, their presence surrounding me. I heard Meera's voice, low and commanding. "First task," she declared, "you will apologize to each of us. Beg our forgiveness for your past mistakes. And if anyone else sees you, will have to apologize to them as well. Make it convincing, or there will be consequences." I felt a hand on my shoulder, guiding me. "Start with me," Priya said, her voice a mix of amusement and cruelty. I turned towards her voice, my hands outstretched, seeking her. I found her knee, my fingers tracing the line of her thigh through her dress. "I'm sorry," I began, my voice steady despite the humiliation. "I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you, for disappointing you. I'm sorry for being weak, for being a fool. Please forgive me." I felt her hand on my cheek, her fingers tracing my jawline. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice soft. "Now, the next." The car stopped, the engine purring softly. I heard the click of heels on pavement. The door opened, and a rush of cool air swept in, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city. A new voice, unfamiliar and stern. "This is your first public apology," Meera said, her voice low. "Make it count." I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The door slammed shut, leaving me in the darkness, surrounded by strangers, their eyes on me and their laughter mocking. "You should never have been so weak," Priya said, her lips near my ear. "Now, apologize." I cleared my throat, my voice steady despite the terror and shame coursing through me. "I'm sorry," I began, my voice echoing in the confined space. "I'm sorry for everything. For being weak, for being a fool. Please, forgive me."