Priya’s heart hammered against her ribs as Mahesh locked the heavy wooden door of the guest room with a decisive click. Arjun’s thick cock was still buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy from behind, her sari bunched around her waist, blouse open, tits hanging out with red handprints already blooming on them. She tried to pull away, but Arjun held her hips firmly, a wicked grin on his face.

“Papa… this isn’t—” Priya stammered, shame flooding her cheeks even as her cunt clenched involuntarily around her devar’s shaft.

Mahesh, the 52-year-old patriarch of the sasural, stepped closer. His tall, broad frame cast a shadow over her. The salt-and-pepper beard and cold, commanding eyes made him look every bit the ruthless Rajasthani landlord he was. He unbuckled his leather belt slowly, pulling it free with a sharp snap that made Priya flinch.

“Quiet, bahu,” he growled, his voice low and authoritative. “You came to this house as a pure bride. Now you’re spreading your legs for my younger son like a cheap whore. Rahul doesn’t know how to handle a slut like you. But I do.”

He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him while Arjun started thrusting again, slow and deep. Mahesh slapped her face lightly — not enough to bruise, but enough to sting and send a jolt straight to her clit.

“Arjun, pull out. Let your papa see what this randi’s cunt looks like.”

Arjun obeyed instantly, withdrawing with a wet pop. Priya’s pussy gaped slightly, glistening with her juices and Arjun’s precum. Mahesh shoved two thick fingers inside her without warning, pumping hard while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit.

“So wet already. You like being caught, don’t you?” He spat directly onto her face. The warm saliva dripped down her cheek onto her mangalsutra. Priya whimpered, hips pushing back against his hand despite herself.

Mahesh dragged her to the old wooden bed and threw her down on her back. He tied her wrists above her head using Arjun’s belt, stretching her arms painfully. Then he ripped open the rest of her sari, exposing her fully. Her heavy breasts heaved with every terrified, aroused breath.

“Arjun, hold her legs wide open.”

Arjun grabbed her ankles, spreading her like a sacrificial offering. Mahesh dropped his dhoti. His cock sprang free — monstrous, thicker and longer than Arjun’s, with heavy, low-hanging balls. Veins pulsed along the shaft. Priya’s eyes widened in fear and dark hunger.

Without any foreplay, Mahesh slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Priya screamed, the stretch burning deliciously. He fucked her like an animal — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made her tits bounce violently. Each thrust hit her cervix, sending shockwaves through her body.

“Rahul fucks you like a gentleman. I fuck my bahu like the family cumrag she is,” Mahesh grunted, slapping her tits hard, pinching her nipples until they turned purple. He leaned down and bit her neck, leaving marks that would be hard to hide.

Priya came hard within minutes, her pussy squirting around his cock for the first time in her life. Tears of overwhelming pleasure rolled down her face.

Mahesh didn’t stop. He flipped her onto all fours, still tied, and continued pounding her from behind while Arjun shoved his cock into her mouth. They double-teamed her mercilessly — Mahesh destroying her pussy, Arjun fucking her throat until she gagged and drooled uncontrollably, spit running down her chin onto the bedsheet.

“Swallow my son’s load while your sasur breeds you,” Mahesh commanded, spanking her ass red-raw.

Arjun exploded first, flooding her mouth with thick, bitter cum. Priya choked but swallowed most of it, coughing and gasping. Mahesh followed soon after, roaring as he pumped rope after rope of hot seed deep into her womb.

They weren’t done.

Mahesh untied her wrists only to retie her in a new position — hands behind her back, face pressed into the mattress. He brought out a thick leather belt and whipped her ass and thighs while Arjun played with her clit. The pain mixed with pleasure until Priya was babbling incoherently, begging for more.

“You will serve every man in this sasural when I say so,” Mahesh whispered darkly, shoving three fingers into her cum-filled pussy. “Starting tonight.”

Just as Mahesh was about to start a second round, pushing his still-hard cock against her asshole, they heard footsteps in the corridor.

Rahul’s voice called out cheerfully, “Priya? Arjun? Papa? I came back early from Jaipur!”

Priya froze in terror, cum leaking down her thighs, body covered in spit, slap marks, and hickeys. Mahesh smiled cruelly and pressed a hand over her mouth.

“Stay quiet, slut. We’ll deal with your husband soon enough.”