The fantasy had eaten at me for years. My sweet Neha, with her soft brown eyes and gentle smile—I needed to see her broken. I needed to watch her become something else entirely.

I set it all up. Three strangers, built like brick shithouses, waited in our dim bedroom. When I led Neha in, her confusion was palpable. "Sumit, what's—"

The largest one, Raj, cut her off. He grabbed her wrist, his thick fingers dwarfing hers. "Shut up and get naked."

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me. I just nodded, my pathetic cock already straining in my pants. With trembling hands, she peeled off her kurti. Her perfect tits, those full, round melons I’d worshipped, bounced free. Her pink nipples were already hard peaks.

"On your knees, bitch," another man, Vikram, growled. He unzipped, freeing a thick, veiny monster of a cock. It slapped against Neha’s cheek. She whimpered but opened her mouth. The sound of her gagging as he shoved his dick down her throat was obscenely wet. I watched spit and pre-cum drip down her chin.

Raj bent her over the bed, spreading her ass cheeks. Her tight little pussy glistened. "So this is the good girl?" he sneered, spitting on his hand before rubbing his broad cockhead against her slit. "Let's ruin her."

He drove into her with one brutal thrust. Neha screamed, a raw, torn sound. The bed rocked. The slap of his balls against her clit echoed in the room. Vikram fed