Indian Fiancée Is Forced to Be a Gangbang Slut
Copyright© 2026 by The Immoral Fiance
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Indian fiance is blackmailed and eventually forced to be a sex toy for a bunch of men, the story is gonna follow in parts as this is an ongoing event and certain events are yet to be seen how they pan out.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Cuckold Sharing Rough Gang Bang Interracial White Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex
I was pacing restless in my living room, sitting in the exact spot where I had fucked anju a week before. I still couldn’t believe the events that were unfolding infront of me. You can fantasize about something all you want but you don’t understand the gravity of it unless it’s set in motion and once my fantasy was set in motion, I could understand the gravity and the immense risk of the situation, in my defense, me and mike talked extensively before I sent him anju’s nudes. I knew he had a family, I had their social media, I had leverage on him, he didn’t seem the type but if he tried ruining my life his would be ruined in the aftermath, mutually assured destruction as they say, that was my solace. Even though I knew mike would never stoop that low the fact also remained that the same guy eventually ended up being one of my good friends and also my worst nightmare, as a matter of fact he is still fucking my fiance even today, maybe fucking isn’t the appropriate word, you fuck humans, he doesn’t exactly treat her like a human, he treats her like a piece of meat or even worse and yes i fucking feel guilty, but it’s also so fucking hot, living my fantasy like this, that does help with the guilt.
So as I was saying, anju’s flight was about to land and it was a Saturday and the time was somewhere around 2 am, I am not entirely sure because everything felt so surreal but it was definitely around 1 to 3, somwhere around that when i had the recurring thought of everything that was happening and I couldn’t sleep no matter what, a couple of reasons, one, the bed seemed incredibly empty without my loving fiance beside me and second the house seemed extremely empty, as i probably mentioned before, anju had a very bubbly personality, half the time she would be pulling something to irritate me like messing up my hair or making random weird noises or mirroring everything i say, and lol she sometimes does this weird mimicry thing which pisses me off to no extent and Saturdays used to be our relaxing goofy day and it started right after we were done from work on Friday, so i don’t know how to explain in words how much I missed her and how much I was questioning setting everything in motion. So there I was pacing restless in my living room. The flight was around 4 hours long, given she departed around midnight, she would land in Edmonton by around 4:30.
I booted up my laptop and looked at some of her nudes and my mind immediately went to what might be happening with her the following day, i set an alarm for 5 am, just incase if I fell asleep and then i jerked off thinking about It and eventually fell asleep.
My alarm goes off and my hand immediately goes off on the side to rest on anju’s boobs, something I was used to given she mostly slept topless. And slowly I came back to reality, the moment reality hit, I reached for my cellphone and still no new messages from either anju or mike.
The first message dropped at 5:17, it was from anju, ‘Just landed, yet to collect the bags, I think they misplaced it. Might be a while, I might not be available when u wake up, the company might be scheduling a tour and an extensive interview session, I will let u know when I get a chance, don’t be alarmed if I am tied up in the interviews the entire day. ‘P.s - i love u more than anything else in this entire world.’’
I don’t know if i was more freaked out or relieved, it’s a weird feeling, even for someone with my fantasies, when it actually gets real, your heart starts pounding and you start panicking so it’s very important to keep your nerves. I didn’t respond back to anju because i didn’t want her to think that i was still up. Rather i messaged mike,
‘just heard back from anju, she said she has landed, she is the woman I love and planning to marry, so lol please go easy.’
‘‘‘GO EASY 🤔🤔’, bud, she is here to pay her rent to me and my friends, lol, more like to get an extension on her work permit, now that’s not gonna be easy, and lol i already know that you love her, but you also loved your fantasy and now it’s too late to retreat, if I do that now, she will have even more questions and you know it, so stop second guessing and just live the dream. And you are a friend now and I really like you, so I will be honest with you, she might be your soon to be wife and she might be the woman you love the most in this world but she is just a brown whore to me and my buddies so don’t expect us to treat her any different. And she is gonna suffer even more because she is such a hot brown cumdump, haha, i already told you how much I have wanted to own one of your women. We both know it’s too late to back off now, so sit back and enjoy buddy. I will video call you soon once I have her with me, have a surprise for you. Make sure to keep your room dark and not say a single word. Will talk to you soon.’’’
And then there was silence, a silence which was killing me with each and every passing second and minute and each second felt like an eternity, i tried putting something on the tv to distract my mind off, it was 5:10 in the morning ( the time is an estimation ) and the sleep which enshrouded me a couple of minutes ago vanished completely after that message from mike. I couldn’t focus on the tv, one thing i probably should have mentioned earlier was that everytime i jerked off and even now once i cum, I feel incredibly guilty and so shitty to have orchestrated all this but that feeling lasts a total of 10 minutes and that’s it. Either way, i just paced in the living room ( even right now i remember that silence very vividly, I am writing this from my bed room while she is at work, and I still feel and remember that silence and that strenuous waiting very very vividly).
Slightly before 6 am my phone started ringing, i remembered the instructions, turn off the light, which wasn’t a problem because they were already turned off( lights gave me a serious headache that night ), and keep my microphone muted. I picked up the call and muted my microphone. Mike was on the other side. ‘the indian slut is here and holy fuck she looks 10 times hotter in person, hang on i will show you.’ And he switched the video to the back camera.
I don’t exactly know how to describe what I was feeling the moment I saw her, I was incredibly guilty and incredibly fucking turned on(I guess that can also be the title of my autobiography if I ever wrote one). There was anju, the woman I am in love with, the woman I am planning to marry, the girl i have known for over 14 years, sitting in mike’s pickup, in a dress which can only be described as one of the most whorish dress I have ever seen in my entire life.
It was a blue dress ( which she ordered from temu, i found that in her order history later ). I don’t think it can be called a dress as temu advertised it as sexy see through lace underwear dress, it had a see through mesh front, not that see through though and a translucent bottom half which would become more and more translucent the more it got stretched, it barely covered her upper thigh, and her ass was more or less all visible.
Now, i wasn’t there but from what I have been told, mike made her order that dress early on and had her change while the flight was in air, now as much as I know anju, i doubt she changed mid air even though mike guarantees she did, he won’t tell me how he is so sure but he is certain that she changed mid air. A couple of things here, even if she changed after landing in Edmonton, I am pretty sure hundreds of men and women saw her ass through her see through dress. Second, it was the beginning of november 2025, the temparature would probably have been around -7 or -8 or something like that in Edmonton because it was a cold fucking winter, and if I am not wrong, to make her wear that dress outside in that weather was a statement in itself, maybe a way to show control or to test how much control he already has over her, he said he just did it for fun but i have always wondered if there was more to it.
Now it’s highly probable that her nipples were fucking hard and protruding as was the case when it was really cold and between her 38c boobs with protruding nipples and her 36 ass in a see through dress, I guess most people at the airport had an interesting time or probably even a few made a few trips to the washroom (to be honest, i still worry that someone might have taken a video or a pic or something like that but there isn’t much i can do about it).
Coming back to the events that were happening, She was staring mindlessly infront of her at the windshield with a blank expression on her face. ‘Say hello brown whore.’
She gave no response.
‘That’s okay, you are still the traditional Indian woman but you are sitting like some fucking prostitute in a white man’s pickup, so why not just enjoy it.’
Mike set the camera near the windshield on a holder, which I am guessing he already had in place which probably means he planned everything to the minute. And he slowly put his hands inside the top of her dress, it was a shitty video call inside a moving car, so the clarity was really shitty so it was hard to make out all the details but my heart was thumping at a rate of 200, judging from Whatever I could make of her expressions, I am pretty sure she was sobbing as I could definitely hear that, and I am guessing mike started fondling her breasts and at that exact moment she turned towards mike and folded both her hands in a manner of pleading ( something which is very common in India, a way of begging for mercy or asking for mercy ) and she started begging him not to do it, only half of Mike’s face was visible in the video as it was heavily focused on the front passenger seat so I couldn’t make out his expressions, but i remember anju’s crying very vividly. ‘Please don’t do this. I beg you, I love my fiance more than anything else. Please don’t do this to me.’ And then she just zoned out which to be Frank really terrified me and she started talking in hindi Her exact words were Kyun ho Raha hai mere sath aisa, please mat karo Please bhagwan, please mat karo
Which loosely translates to why is this happening to me, please don’t do this. Please god, please don’t do this.
It seemed like she was talking to herself more at this point.
For some reason, maybe mike was pissed off or maybe he just wanted to play around with his brown prey. He pinched her nipples hard and she let out a painful shriek and writhed to get away from him but because they were in a moving car she didn’t have much of a choice( I had told mike multiple times that she had really sensitive nipples, something which apparently he remembered.)
‘Your God has no jurisdiction here brown whore, be good or else I will just disconnect the call with my friend and just call your mom back in India, you already know I have her number( which btw i gave to him just to use as intimidation ) and she will be glad to know what a good whore her daughter is.
Anju just kept on crying but stopped trying to stop him from molesting her. He pulled her top down and now her 38c breasts were out there for him to molest and use however he wanted. Now I can write in detail about everything that mike did but that won’t be entirely true because first i wasn’t there, then I was also extremely horny, shocked, and to be honest, a little bit afraid, third the video was fucking blurry but for the next 10-15 minutes mike kept fondling her breasts and abusing her breasts in every way he could, at times he would just run his fingers through her face and shove his two fingers in her mouth, at one point he wiped his fingers on her breasts which I am guessing were wet from all her tears.