Sreeleela
Hi everyone, my name is Sreeleela. I’m married, no kids, and my husband works in Mumbai while I’m stuck in Bangalore. He visits once in a blue moon, so sneaking around hasn’t been an issue. But what happened in Goa? Oh god. Let me tell you.
It started with the promotions. Five managerial positions, ten female candidates. Nithin, Shiva, Nathan, Manish, and Syed—the guys who held our futures in their hands. The initial interviews whittled us down to six. Then came the offer. A 3-lakh salary hike, but with a catch. Three days in Goa, letting them use us however they wanted. One woman was pregnant—she got her promotion without a second thought. The rest of us? We were left to decide.
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I called my husband. Money was tight, and he didn’t hesitate. “Take it,” he said. “Just be careful.” So I did. Two days later, I booked my flight.
The hotel room in Goa was fancy, but my stomach churned as soon as I stepped inside. The phone rang. “A room boy will come,” the voice on the other end said. “He’ll give you an oil massage. And he’ll fuck you before he starts.”
My heart pounded as the doorbell rang. The man who entered was all business. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. “I don’t have time.”
I hesitated, but the thought of that promotion made me strip. He grabbed my breasts, his hands rough, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp. His mouth closed over one, sucking violently, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I cried out, but he ignored me, biting until my nipples were raw and red.
“Your pussy smells good,” he muttered, kneeling between my legs. He wiped me roughly with a towel, then stood, unzipping his pants. His cock was thick, huge, maybe six inches long but so wide. He shoved it into me without warning, and I screamed, but he covered my mouth with his, silencing me as he pounded into me. Tears streamed down my face, but he didn’t stop. Twenty minutes of relentless thrusting, and he came inside me, his cum mixing with the blood from my torn flesh.
He gave me a half-hearted massage afterward, his hands roaming over my body as if he hadn’t just destroyed me. Then he flipped me over, spreading my cheeks and thrusting into my ass. I screamed again, but he just laughed, slamming into me until he came a second time.
I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and slept until evening. The phone woke me at 7 PM. “Get ready,” the voice said. I showered, trying to scrub away the aches and bruises, but they were everywhere.
By 9 PM, the five men were in my room, congratulating me on my new position—and my new role as their prostitute. They handed me lingerie and a small towel.
“Wear nothing else,” Nithin said. “We’re taking you to the beach.”The car ride was tense. My two colleagues were there too, looking just as confused as I felt. The beach wasn’t empty—it was a rave party, packed with people. They got us drunk, drugged us, and before I knew it, I was in lingerie on a stage, being auctioned off like cattle."10K for this one!" the auctioneer barked, his finger jabbing toward me. My cheeks burned with shame as a man stepped forward, shoving the money into the auctioneer's hand. He grabbed my arm, yanking me off the stage and into the crowd. “Ahhh! Ughhh!” I whimpered as he shoved me to my knees in the sand. He didn’t waste time—his cock was already out, thick and heavy, slapping against my face. He quickly removed my lingerie and shouted loudly “Suck it, whore,” , He was forcing my mouth open and shoving himself inside. “Mmmmm… uhhh… ahhh…”
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I gagged as he thrust deep, his hands gripping my hair like a leash. When he came, he pulled out just enough to spurt his load across my face, his cum dripping down my cheeks. “Good bitch,” he sneered, spitting on me before shoving me to the next man.
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The second buyer was rougher. He bent me over a cooler, my ass exposed to the crowd. “Yesss… ahhh… oh god!” I cried as he rammed into my pussy without warning, his cock stretching me wide.
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He slapped my ass with each thrust, leaving red handprints on my skin. When he finished, he grabbed a marker from his pocket and scrawled “Property of Goa Nights” across my lower back. “You’re mine now,” he growled
The third man was older, his hands trembling with excitement as he pushed me onto the sand. “Uhhhh… mmmm… yesss…” I moaned as he licked my pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of me. But his gentleness didn’t last—he flipped me over and shoved his cock into my ass, his thrusts so hard I screamed. “Ohhh… ahhh… fuck!”
Tears streamed down my face as he came inside me, then wiped his mess across jiu was numb, my body moving on autopilot. He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucked my mouth. “Suck it harder, slut!” he demanded, slapping my face with his cock. “Mmmm… ahhh… yesss…” I obeyed, taking him deep until he came down my throat. He spat on my tits and laughed, calling me his “cum dumpster.”
The fifth man was the cruelest. He made me kneel in the sand while he pissed all over me, his urine soaking my hair and dripping down my body.
“Beg for it,” he ordered as he shoved hi
s cock into my pussy. “Please… uhhhh… fuck me!” I cried, my voice breaking as he brutalized me. When he finished, he slapped me hard across the face, leaving a red mark. “You belong to us now,” he said, throwing another 15K at the auctioneer.
By morning, I was a broken mess, my body covered in bruises, cum, piss, and crude markings. The men had treated me like an object, a toy to be used and discarded. And the worst part? I knew this was only the beginning.
When I woke up in the hotel room, Nathan and Syed were already at work on my colleagues. Shiva was between my legs, licking my pussy, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. I was too weak to move, but the pain was mixed with something else—pleasure.
“You’re awake,” Nathan said, pulling away from one of the women. He and Manish dragged me to the bathroom, dropping me into the tub. “Clean yourself up,” Nathan ordered.
They gave me a drink, something that made my skin tingle and my head swim. I could feel the liquid burning its way down my throat, leaving me dizzy but oddly alive, like I was waking up from a nightmare only to find myself in a darker one. Nathan knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs like I was nothing more than a slab of meat. His tongue flicked over my clit, teasing, taunting, and I couldn’t help but whimper.
“Good girl,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic. “Now bark for me. Bark like the bitch you are.”
I hesitated, shame flooding my chest, but Nathan’s teeth suddenly grazed my inner thigh, sharp enough to make me yelp. “Bark!” he demanded, his voice rising. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, I let out a pathetic, high-pitched yelp. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to smirk. “Louder,” he ordered, his tongue circling my clit again. “Bark, you filthy mutt!”
This time, I obeyed without hesitation, the sound escaping my lips like a wounded animal. “Arf! Arf!” I cried, my voice trembling with humiliation. Nathan’s hands tightened on my thighs, his nails digging into my flesh as he laughed.
“That’s it, you fucking dog,” he sneered. “Now take it like one.”
Manish grabbed my hair, yanking my head back as he shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged immediately, my throat convulsing around him, but he didn’t care. He thrust deep, his balls slamming against my chin, and I could feel my jaw straining to accommodate him. Saliva dripped down my chin as I struggled to breathe, tears streaming down my face.
“Suck it, you dirty bitch,” Manish growled, his voice dripping with contempt. “Show me how much you love this cock.”
I tried to obey, bobbing my head as best as I could with the little space he gave me. My tongue swirled around his shaft, and I could taste the bitterness of his precum as it leaked into my mouth. Nathan’s tongue was relentless, flicking over my clit with precision, and I couldn’t help but moan around Manish’s cock despite the humiliation.
“Fuck yeah,” Nathan muttered, his lips brushing against my ear. “You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like an animal.”
I nodded frantically, unable to speak with Manish’s cock filling my mouth. Nathan laughed darkly, his fingers slipping inside me, stretching me roughly as he continued to devour my pussy with his mouth. I could feel myself getting wetter, the shame mixing with an undeniable pleasure that made me hate myself even more.
“Bark again,” Nathan ordered, his voice harsh. “Let everyone know what a dirty little dog you are.”
“Arf! Arf!” I cried, the sound muffled by Manish’s cock. My body trembled as Nathan’s fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I was so close, so embarrassingly close, but they weren’t going to let me finish yet.Manish pulled out suddenly, his cock slick with my saliva, and slapped it against my cheek. “Swallow this,” he commanded, his voice cold. He shoved himself back into my mouth, thrusting roughly until he came, his cum flooding my throat. I choked but forced myself to swallow every drop, tears streaming down my face as Nathan laughed.
“Good dog,” Nathan said mockingly, patting my head like I was nothing more than a pet. Then he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Now roll over and show us your ass. It’s time for your next trick.”
My body moved automatically, the humiliation making me numb. I rolled onto all fours, my ass in the air, and waited for whatever came next. Nathan’s hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing through the room. “Bark louder,” he ordered.
I did. And I hated myself for it.
Syed took his turn next, fucking my mouth while Nathan kept eating my pussy. I lost track of how many times they came, how many loads I swallowed. Finally, they told me we’d been sold for 7 lakhs—2 of which were going to us.
“From now on,” Nithin said, “you’ll do whatever we want.”
Two of them took me to the bed, one fucking my pussy while the other slammed into my ass. I screamed at first, begging them to stop, but as they found their rhythm, I gave in. “Fuck me harder!” I moaned. “Yes! Yes! Fill me up!”
Syed shoved his cock into my mouth again, and I sucked him violently, moaning around his shaft as he came in my throat. When they were done, I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling and numb, yet somehow still craving more. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and muffled groans, but then Nathan’s voice cut through the haze.
“Not so fast, Sreeleela,” he said, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. “We’re not done with you yet. Get on all fours.”
I obeyed without hesitation, the humiliation and exhaustion making me pliant. My body moved mechanically, crawling across the bed until I was on my hands and knees. The men gathered around me, their eyes roaming over my bruised and battered form with a mix of amusement and lust.
“Now,” Nathan ordered, his voice low and commanding, “piss. Piss like the dog you are.”
My face burned with shame, but I couldn’t refuse. I felt the pressure building in my bladder, and with a soft whimper, I let go. The stream of urine splattered onto the bed beneath me, the sound loud and unmistakable. I hung my head, tears streaming down my cheeks as the men laughed and cheered.
“Look at her!” Syed jeered, grabbing his phone. “Our little bitch in action.”
They circled around me, snapping photos from every angle. I heard the click of the camera shutter, each one a fresh stab of humiliation.
“Bark for the camera, whore,” Manish demanded, his voice dripping with contempt.
Arf! Arf! I barked obediently, my voice trembling with humiliation. The sound echoed in the room, drawing more laughter from the men.
“Good girl,” Nithin said mockingly, patting my head like I was nothing more than a pet. “Now roll over and show them your ass.”
I did as I was told, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs wide. The flash of the camera blinded me, but I kept my position, knowing there was no escape from this degradation.
When they were finally done, I collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. They left me there, laughing among themselves as they headed out of the room. I lay there in silence, the taste of their cum still lingering in my mouth, the smell of my own piss clinging to my skin.
And deep inside, a twisted part of me wondered if this was what I had become—a broken, obedient animal, desperate for their approval.
EPILOGUE: AFTER 6 MONTHS...
Six months. Half a year since that fateful trip to Goa, and I’m not the same Sreeleela anymore. My walk? It’s different now—hips swaying with a deliberate slowness, as if I’m always aware of the eyes on me. My talk? Gone is the shy, reserved tone. Now, it’s laced with a sultry edge, my words dripping with innuendo even when I don’t mean them to. It’s like my body has rebelled against my mind, turning me into something I barely recognize.
At work, I’ve become their favorite toy. Nithin, Shiva, Nathan, Manish, Syed—they don’t even bother hiding it anymore. They’ll call me into meetings just to grope me under the table, their hands slipping beneath my blouse as I try to focus on the presentation. My colleagues whisper behind my back, but they don’t dare say anything out loud. They know what happens to those who cross the bosses.
My wardrobe has changed too. Tight skirts, plunging necklines—clothes that cling to my curves and leave little to the imagination. It’s like I’m begging for attention, even though deep down, I hate it. But I can’t stop myself. When I catch my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognize the woman staring back at me. Her eyes are hollow, her smile forced. She’s a shell of who I used to be.
Public humiliation has become second nature. Just last week, during a team dinner, Nathan slipped something into my drink. Before I knew it, I was on the table, dancing like a stripper, my dress hiked up to my waist. The room erupted in cheers, and I—ashamed as I was—couldn’t stop. It was like my body was no longer mine to control.
The worst part? My husband noticed. He came home for the first time in months, and he didn’t recognize me either. “What’s happened to you?” he asked, his voice heavy with disgust. I tried to explain, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I showed him—dragging him to bed and doing things I never thought I’d do. He left the next morning, and we haven’t spoken since.
I’ve tried to fight it, to claw my way back to the person I was before Goa. But it’s like the darkness has seeped into my bones, twisting me into something vile and unrecognizable. Last night, I found myself at a bar, flirting with strangers just to feel some semblance of control. One man took me to his car, and I let him fuck me in the backseat while his friends watched. I didn’t even care. Pissing in public and attracting people is my major passion now a days..
This isn’t me. Or maybe it is now. I don’t know anymore. All I know is that Sreeleela—the innocent, loving wife—is gone. And in her place is a broken, desperate shell of a woman who no longer knows who she is.
THE END.
