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Samir drove quickly, he had to reach the rendezvous on time, or else he would be in big trouble. His wife Radhika, unaware of his predicament kept urging him to slow down.

Samir was a small time retailer. He ran a chemist store in central Mumbai and had run into heavy gambling losses. This had compelled him to turn distributor for some Nigerian drug dealers thru his retail shop. Using off some of the drug money proceeds to pay of his many outstanding debts he was on his way to convince his principals to give him some extra time to pay up.

He reached the isolated petrol pump at Sewri where he'd been directed. Maurice and Peter, the Nigerian dealers would be waiting for him. He had been on the road with his wife when they called and asked him to come immediately to settle the matter. Having no choice he'd taken a detour and reached the pump. Getting off he told his wife to take the car and go home. As she was about to leave a white van pulled up. Maurice's henchman Francis got down and roughly pushed Samir into the van. Francis was built like a tank, his 6 ft broad muscular frame dwarfed Samir, who stood a puny 5'6" in his socks and weighed just 115 lbs.

"Where are you taking him," screamed Radhika, concerned for her husbands safety.

"Just go," screamed Samir gesturing frantically to his wife.

"She your wife," Francis asked Samir, Samir nodded quietly. Francis walked over to Radhika's vehicle and bellowed, "Park your car and get in with your husband."

"No way," she replied.

Francis gestured to another obese man sitting in the van. A revolver magically appeared in his hand and pointed at Samir's head.

"So are you coming or not?" Francis bellowed again.

With tear stained eyes Radhika replied, "I'll come with you."

Radhika got out of her car and ran to her husband. Her sari clad extremely overweight frame did not make it easy for her to move quickly. She sat quietly in the van next to her husband. Francis got in and tied and blindfolded both Samir and Radhika. Satisfied that his prisoners were securely bound and gagged he got off the van and shutting the door secured it from outside.

Both Samir and his wife struggled against their bonds, but Francis had done his job well. The dark tinted glasses on the air-conditioned van made it impossible for any outsider to see their predicament.

The obese henchman drove the van after rechecking his captives bonds. Francis took the wheel of Samir's car and followed the van as the bound and blindfolded duo was taken to their meeting.

"Welcome, welcome," said Maurice as Samir's eyes struggled to cope in the brightly lit warehouse. "And what do we have here?" he asked pointing to Radhika.

"My wife," said Samir quietly.

Maurice's eyes glistened as he took in Radhika's busty corpulent 5'4" 150 lb. sari clad body.

"You brought the money?" Peter's voice boomed as he walked up and stood next to Maurice.

Radhika started sobbing at the sight of the six-foot plus muscular Nigerians.

"Shut up bitch," boomed Peter, "Or I'll punch the little shit."

Radhika muffled her sobs and watched as Francis dragged Samir over to Maurice and Peter.

"You brought the money?" Peter asked again.

"I don't have it today but I'll get it within a week, please give me an extension," pleaded Samir.

Maurice pushed Samir sending him sprawling on the floor, "You little shit. Who gave you the right to play with our money," he bellowed.

Radhika started sobbing again and ran to her husband. "Please leave us alone, whatever it is we'll pay you off, please let him go," she pleaded.

Maurice walked over and grabbing Radhika pulled her off Samir.

"Leave her alone," screamed Samir.

"And what are you going to do about it big boy," laughed Maurice, as he jerked Samir to his feet, "You need to be taught a lesson."

Maurice ripped Samir's shirt off exposing his painfully thin hairless torso. Undoing Samir's belt he dragged his trousers and underwear off as Samir struggled in vain.

Samir stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks, arms held by his side, naked except for his socks and shoes.

"What a wimp, I've seen young girls with better physiques than yours," taunted Maurice laughing at Samir's woefully thin naked body and matchstick legs.

"And what the hell is this? A worm? Fuck my pinkie is bigger than that," laughed Peter pointing to Samir's tiny inch long shriveled penis, "Hey wife, does he manage to fuck you at all with this thing?"

Radhika looked away not wanting to witness her husband's total humiliation.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," said Peter angrily. Radhika continued staring at the floor. Peter walked over and grabbed her hard, Samir moved to intervene but Francis and his henchman held him down tight.

"Hold him down, I'll teach him to fuck around with me," bellowed Maurice. He dropped his jeans and boxers exposing his black monster cock. It hung halfway to his knees in its limp state.

"Omigosh," Radhika gasped as she laid eyes on the eight inches of limp circumcised cock meat dangling from Maurice's crotch.

"Hey wife, undress and come here, I can see you staring at my man cock," Maurice ordered.

"I'm not doing anything of that sort," said Radhika defiantly, unable to take her eyes of Maurice's cock. She had never even seen any man naked except Samir. Radhika stared, enamored by the exposed cock head, in total disbelief that a cock could be this big. He was more than twice as long limp, as her husband was erect.

Having been a virgin when she married her sexual experience was extremely limited. Samir mounted her routinely on Saturday nights, sucked and licked her breasts for a couple of minutes and fucked for a full five minutes before he climaxed in her pussy. She barely felt any sensation when he penetrated her and she always used her fingers to satisfy herself right after her husband rolled off her and went off to sleep.

The revolver appeared magically once more and was pointed at Samir's head.

"Ok, ok, I'll undress," said Radhika fearfully. She undraped her sari and slip and stood before her tormentors clad in her undergarments. Her white bra encased her humungous breasts and her belly fat hung over her huge white panties, which encased her heavy cellulite laden buttocks.

"Strip totally, let's have a look at you naked," growled Peter.

A tearful Radhika sobbed as she released her breasts from the confines of her bra. The grapefruit sized mounds flopped down and hung towards her fat abdomen. She covered her massive black nipples with her palms, her eyes pleading for respite.

She allowed Peter to yank off her underwear. Her hairy pussy was now visible, as she stood totally nude except for her sandals.

"Oh fuck! Look at them titties guys, fucking massive, and what a big fleshy butt," said Peter grabbing and squeezing Radhika's obese body.

"She's a fat ugly bitch, but she'll do, I like her big titties," commented Maurice on Radhika's dark naked corpulent figure.

Radhika unsuccessfully tried to cover her hairy pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other, but Peter glared at her and she dropped her hands to her sides exposing her shame for all to see.

Maurice undressed and walked over to Radhika. Now totally nude he looked like a bodybuilder, not an ounce of fat on his well-muscled body, his still soft circumcised dick swinging around like a python.

Radhika stared wide-eyed at the monster swinging between Maurice's legs still unable to take her eyes of the big cock.

"Yeah wifey baby, cocks can be that big. Not all of us are hung like wimps," grinned Maurice. "Look all you want baby, it's going to be in your pussy soon."

"Well Samir, I have a proposal for you. We are going to use your wife in front of you. If we're satisfied you get a 48-hour extension. Do you accept?" bellowed Maurice.

Samir nodded quietly, he needed the 48 hours to save his skin. If it meant sacrificing his innocent wife, well so be it.

"How can you do this to me Samir?" sobbed Radhika. "I'm your wife, I can't handle him, just look at the size of his thing."

Samir looked away too bothered with saving his own skin rather than facing up to his wife.

Maurice stood over Radhika his massive limp dick staring her in the face. "This is a man's cock, not a little worm like your husbands. You're gonna suck it good, if you bite I'll kill that wimp, understood."

"I've never done that, please let me go," Radhika whimpered. Maurice nodded at Francis who raised a fist at Samir. "Ok, I'll do whatever you say," Radhika nodded thru tears, her eyes still focused on Maurice's cock.