Chapter 10: Dominant Trans Women + Their Male Friends Party

The gym trainer gangbang with Akash and his muscle bros had left me in a state of total exhaustion. My body was covered in bruises and handprints, my hole a swollen, cum-leaking mess that refused to close properly. For days I leaked their thick loads whenever I moved. Priya Di had seen the videos one of the trainers had sent her and was furious yet pleased at how low I had sunk. She messaged me on Wednesday: “Saturday night. My flat. 8 PM sharp. Full slut mode. You will serve me, Neha, and our special guests. Disobey and I’ll expose you to your entire society.”

I spent the whole day preparing like a sacrificial offering. I shaved every inch until my skin was silky smooth. I chose the sluttiest outfit I owned — a tiny black sequined dress that barely covered my ass, red lace lingerie underneath (crotchless thong, push-up bra, garter belt and fishnet stockings), heavy makeup with glossy cock-sucking red lips, long lashes, and my sluttiest long wavy wig. Red heels completed the look. By 7:45 I was in a cab to Bandra, my caged clitty leaking in anticipation and fear.

Priya Di’s sea-facing flat was already loud when I arrived. She opened the door in a tight red satin robe, looking stunning and dominant as always. Neha stood beside her, wearing black leather lingerie that highlighted her curves and thick bulge. Inside, eight muscular and average-built Indian men (ages 26-40) were drinking and chatting — some of Priya’s fashion industry contacts, others Neha’s friends. All of them turned to stare at me like fresh meat.

“On your knees, Ria. Greet your superiors,” Priya commanded.