The rape of Sameer's mother

Sameer's Muslim mother gets blackmailed and Gangbanged by Aman's goons.

Aman walked back into the room, fiddling with his wet wrists. He approached Sameer, who was now awake, and said, "I fucked your mother," laughing. "I will kill you," Sameer mumbled. Lying on his stomach, it was clear he had a few cracked ribs. Aman looked at the plight of Sameer’s mother and laughed out loud, now seeing the remnants of his destruction in a different light, spaced just minutes apart.
She was desperately trying to curl into a ball to cover herself. Aman walked over and whispered something, to which she looked up at him from the bed with extreme disdain and disagreement. Aman slapped her hard and yanked her hair back, forcing her to sit up again. She glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Aman laughed again, turning his jackassed, white-fox face toward his goons.
"Take her while she’s warm."
The goons already naked jumped onto the bed. The first man was a lean, muscular, tall man. His body looked like it was sculpted out of a Greek god. His shoulders had striations and vessels popping out. He jumped in front of her to put his dick infront of her mouth. Aunty gasped before he entered her oral cavity. His dick was too big. Like a loaf of bread who went to the gym every day of the week. He was circumcised and had veins winded all over his shaft. The man took his finger to the hinge of auntys jaw and forced her to open wide. Her repeated pleas were now pitched different, softer and comical. That didn't stop him from slowly entering her mouth and before she could understand anything, he thrust it deep. The back of her throat seared at the sensation of this debauchery, her nose was crushed against this mans wiry pubic hair.
The man grunted and his glutes squeezed as he pushed forwards into aunty's mouth her fingers twisted in the sheets damp with sweat and fluids. The scene was immensely throbbing. Everyone was dumbstruck at the beauty of Sameer's mother and this tall man with muscles forcing his way in. "Beg for it" the man commanded. A little hesitant at first Sameer's mother mouthed "Please" softly and erratically with his dick still ravaging her skull. His hands were now holding her head locked in place so tight that single strands of hair started to pop off from their roots. Every time she choked, her thick body convulsed around the intrusion, he just grunted and drove deeper, his thighs flexing against her cheeks. Spit started dripping down her chin pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. She resisted with so much force but of no avail , this man wasn't even budging. Aunty was wriggling her legs like a gazzele trying it's best in the mouth of it's predator , but the man barely seemed to notice. Her fingers dug into the ridges of his pelvis to push him away at times and sometimes on his buttocks, her nails leaving marks in his skin but all it earned her was a chuckle from Aman in the doorway and a sharper yank on her hair. The tall man let out an exhale through his nose the sound thick with amusement, and drove his hips forward in a brutal snap that sent her skull to the wall behind her with a loud thud. The impact rattled her and almost knocked her out before cruelly being brought back to vivid life by these power thrusts to her face. Auntys face was crushed in between this lean man’s hair and balls constantly ramming her chin softly. The strands of thick long saliva and precum was dripping down onto the bed from her mouth. Soon she knew , we all knew what was coming. His grip on her hair tightened holding her still as his hips stuttered and the hot pulse of his greek tzatziki hit the back of her throat. She gagged as her body convulsed, but he didn’t pull away just held her there, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Every man heard the sound of that gulp clearly as aunty's throat had a peristaltic wave of swallow. The man now was way calmer "keep going " he said gently , to which Aunty obeyed his command. Something Aman might have told her , using her daughter and son as bargaining chips. Aunty's breasts jiggled and her nipples brushed on his thighs as she went back and forth on his shaft. The man lied down on the bed and aunty followed his penis with her mouth and started sucking. Her eyes were filled with tears and face red as a beet. She looked devastated, as did her hair and her face. The sounds of wet rhythm filled the room. She was doing a great job , her cheeks vaccumed in , bobbing her head up and down on this long dick maybe reminded her of her husband, Sameer's dad.

A second man came behind her, already hard as a rock. He was a dark man with dirty hands; I could see the dirt underneath his fingernails as he positioned himself behind her. Aunty knew what was coming and arched her back involuntarily. Sameer was horrified at what was happening. His mother was actually trying her best to please them.
The man slid his uncut black dick into her pink vagina. He was looking down as if he had found a treasure from the 18th century all to himself. His dirty, black, calloused hands were now groping every inch of her curves, any fold to pinch. She couldn't resist him even if she wanted to; there was no point. Her body knew what was going to happen to the deal she made with Aman. The stretch from that man's penis burned her insides. With every thrust he rammed inside her, he let out a groan filled with hate and lust. This man fucking Aunty was a Hindu. There was no doubt. His knees dug into the mattress behind her, his hips slammed forward with the same rhythmic precision as a hammer driving nails. His fingers curled around her waist not to steady her, but to yank her body back onto him with every thrust, making the impact jolt her spine. The lean, tall, muscular man was lying down beneath her mouth, whose shaft didn't know peace. A raging horror stick, it seemed, had grown an inch more in Aunty's mouth. Due to the thrusts of this Hindu man, Aunty's head moved forwards and backwards while she was forced to gobble up penis up and down throughout, she was wobbling like a car toy inbetween these men. The lean man still had her by the hair, and his unrelenting grip made the veins in his arms bulge as he forced her mouth and body into a grotesque mimicry of Aunty’s daily prayer. The Hindu behind her was pinching her flesh, his thumbs pressing into the knobs of her vertebrae as if counting them. His fingers, filled with hate for Muslims, traced the ridges of her spine like a butcher sizing up a piece of meat to cut. I could tell in his mind it wasn’t just rape , it was reclamation. Aunty’s whimpers were muffled around the lean, tall man’s cock, but the Hindu heard them anyway. The sound of a Muslim woman's skull being defiled with a cock fueled something dark and jagged in his chest. Maybe he thought of the temple bells ringing in his village, the way his grandmother would go every Tuesday to the temple in devotion. Then he thought of the mosques loudspeakers blaring calls to prayer, drowning out everything else. His hips jerked harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the small room. This was his prayer now. His fingers dug so deep they left bruises, his nail marks etching into her flesh. Suddenly, Aman’s laughter floated from near the door, but the Hindu was locked in. He loved how this Muslim woman clenched instinctively even as she tried to twist away. I could see Aunty growing exhausted , he could feel it too. Her muscles went slack, her spine bowing under his weight, and he took it as an invitation to drive deeper. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her waist like he was gripping the handlebars of a bike speeding downhill. Aunty’s ribs flared as she struggled to breathe, and suddenly, the Hindu man slapped her ass - a sharp, resounding crack that sent ripples through her flesh. The sound whipped through the room. I saw her tense for a moment and a tear roll down her face, before going limp again. He didn’t give her time to recover. His hips pistoned forward, driving deeper with a grunt, the friction burning hot enough to blur his vision. Her cunt was wet , not with desire, but with the brutal practicality of a body trying to survive and the obscenely loud wet sound filled the room. The Hindu man used his grip to yank her back onto him with every thrust. Her elbows buckled, her face grinding against the lean man’s cock, but he didn’t slow down. He Couldn’t. The heat was coiling tight in his gut, a live wire sparking closer to the edge with every snap of his pelvis. This is was ecstatic to him. A Muslim woman who spent all her life in modesty was now subject to henious unforgiving rape. Her humonguos thick body , her fair skin which caused the most malevelent sacrelgion build up inside him , her pink pussy lips wrapped around his uncircumcised dirty black dick, everything was nothing less of a divine gift to him a "varam". All to his taking. The power he had in this moment he could trade his whole life for. Her body trembled beneath him, her muscles twitching with exhaustion, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to break. Wanted her to 'know' she was broken. His hand slid up her spine, his fingers splayed between her shoulder blades like he was holding her down for an execution. "This is what you deserve you muslim whore" he hissed, his voice raw with hatred. "Every fucking second of it." He punctuated the sentence with a sharp thrust, his pelvis slammed into her with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. Aunty's body had long since stopped reacting beyond the occasional twitch of a muscle spasming in her thigh and the involuntary clench of her fingers in the sheets was almost gone. Her skin was flushed, from the sheer exertion of enduring, her hair was stuck to her forehead in damp strands. The lean man below her chuckled, his grip tightened in her hair as he gave her no reprieve, his cock was still wedged deep in her throat. Her lips were swollen, her jaw ached, and the taste of him bitter and salty coated her tongue in marination no matter how much she swallowed. The lean man's wiry pubic hair were all wet and mushy from his semen, auntys saliva, and her sweat dripping down from her nose and chin through his shaft. She was sweating like a dog. Her back had droplets of water trickling down to her umbilical hole. The sheets were damp with opening sour smell of sweat and cognac from the men and a subtle hint of roses like that of a muslim shrine, musty-soft and floral lilac for the middle notes which undoubtedly came from Auntie and the dry down was her whimpering and the sound of systematic rape.
The Hindu man's pace slowed down and he slammed into her one last time with a grunt and tightened his grip on her white, dimpled butt flesh. He came inside her womb and stayed there panting against her shoulders, still inside, twitching in both obscenity and divine thanks.