Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Armani007]

Shipra being dominated is just apt for this storyline. She's not a slut to spread her legs willingly. A lady as strong and responsible like Shipra is required to be forced sometimes to get the most out of her. Great narration of Shipra's character.

[shake chilli]

Shipra being dominated is just apt for this storyline. She's not a slut to spread her legs willingly. A lady as strong and responsible like Shipra is required to be forced sometimes to get the most out of her. Great narration of Shipra's character.

Yes friends 

And thanks to writer

[Nutcraker40]

1) you're a great writer and only getting better with more experience and exposure
2) I want to use your expertise on writing a sonarika bhadoria erotic story you can help me I have ideas let talk Dm me I have PayPal let work together
3)shipra is a slut she just suppresses it look at the drinking party with alok if wasn't for her friend that saved her like a real friend he would of seen her pussy nude and fucked her so we need to focus on that I have a suggestion x hamster has videos of a game called a wife and mother and a fan adaption called awam Aidens revenge about a college bully Aiden having his way blackmailing the sexy teacher and wife into his personal plaything you can see by the end she started to enjoy it they broke her and made her into a slut all it took was some force and convincing same I think shipra will be please check wit out
4) can we get shipra spanked by someone include some bdsm 50 shades master and slave play I think we need more details about patobe so we care about him his role elevated fast from a one dimensional side character to a main character
5) have alok set up some cameras would love shipra to be used in a WhatsApp or telegram group
6) use the poor village setting more to your advantage having these hot city girls there maybe add some more interfaith sex play make her wear a burqa or sex in a temple or use a vibrator remote control

Keep up the great work broth love you and appreciate you thank you for giving us something to look forward to

Ill be checking my dms

[slammaster]

I think you misunderstood she doesn't have to get kidnapped to have some bdsm someone can have leverage on her and it can be soft at first not a full blown gangbang have some patience and Imagination it's something that can ignite her fire of obedience like a collar or removing her panty which patobe already did but in other settings as a symbol of power it's all about power judging by how she thinks for previous chapters like a chess game thinking out scenarios to make the best move would be a great power struggle play also She's smart and elusive so taking the opportunity to tie her or spank her should be normal as it's rear to get her alone or in the mood and you want to leave a mark Or impression when You can given the chance she's strong willed the author can Use that in such a story she can handle it even learn to like it but it won't come easy at first some force is necessary by the right person

[Aadhivaasi]

Swapnil will not record the fucking video and send to her husband. interesting.

[Suraj76626]

But I think your writing skill is awesome.... That's why I suggest you to read my one of the all time favourite story in xossipy: Chess game
https://xossipy.com/thread-4706.html?highlight=Chess

Thanks... Have read all the stories by urbanslut.

[Suraj76626]

Poor patode, is he gonna show all his frustration out on Namrata, well we Already seen that. Namrata is becoming like SEX ON DEMAND (SOD) type. Hope this story takes a different route.

Not this time... Namrata and Patode's sex has run it course. No more descriptive sex scene for the next few chapters between them.

[Suraj76626]

What is the point for dragging Shipra sex.... It is irrelevant because sex can happen many ways. The most important is Shipra's mindset. Shipra should cheat or get manipulated. But with Patode it's feel like blackmail or arrangement, it feel like forced.... She is resisting too much and patode forced her for sex. So the feelings of adultery is losing with each delay and each delay indicating towards forced sex, i.e. Shipra is not at all interested, she is forced. Because with Patode the manipulation part completed way back. Are you getting my point? If you delayed the sex part before manipulation then it would be fine but now after so much happened it is just not sexy anymore.

The sex scene is dragging because Patode has agendas which are holding him back from fully seducing Shipra. He doesn't want to mess things up by getting desperate and forcing her into submission. He is thus letting Shipra to take time to give in to her own desires. And he has more than one agenda which will be revealed next few chapters.

[shake chilli]

सेक्स सीन इसलिए धीमा है क्योंकि पटोडे के पास कुछ ऐसे एजेंडे हैं जो उसे शिप्रा को पूरी तरह से आकर्षित करने से रोक रहे हैं। वह हताश होकर और उसे मजबूर करके चीजों को खराब नहीं करना चाहता। इस तरह वह शिप्रा को अपनी इच्छाओं को पूरा करने के लिए समय दे रहा है। और उसके पास एक से ज़्यादा एजेंडे हैं जो अगले कुछ अध्यायों में सामने आएंगे।

Thanks boss I waiting you reply Sunday 


Thanks to reply

[shake chilli]

सेक्स सीन इसलिए धीमा है क्योंकि पटोडे के पास कुछ ऐसे एजेंडे हैं जो उसे शिप्रा को पूरी तरह से आकर्षित करने से रोक रहे हैं। वह हताश होकर और उसे मजबूर करके चीजों को खराब नहीं करना चाहता। इस तरह वह शिप्रा को अपनी इच्छाओं को पूरा करने के लिए समय दे रहा है। और उसके पास एक से ज़्यादा एजेंडे हैं जो अगले कुछ अध्यायों में सामने आएंगे।

इस रविवार का  इंतज़ार रहेगा



And Alok entry his shirpa husband

[shake chilli]

Waiting Sunday boss

[shake chilli]

Waiting Sunday boss

[shake chilli]

Waiting Sunday boss

[Sarran Raj]

Awesome bro

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 23: Setback or An Opportunity? : Part 1

"Alokk, that's not the way to Kasegaon. You missed the turn," Shipra said, tapping his shoulder, her voice a little concerned.

"I know, ma'am," Alokk replied, glancing at her in the side mirror, "I'm just taking a quick detour to my friend's shop. I've got some urgent work there. It’ll only take 15 minutes, tops. Hope that’s okay."

Shipra hesitated but nodded. "No problem," she said, though her mind was elsewhere. Trying to make conversation, she added, "You haven’t been around the house much lately. Everything okay?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Alokk answered, shrugging. "Just caught up with some personal stuff." Then, almost casually, he added, "How have you two been? Seems like Patode Ji’s become quite a regular visitor these days. Quite the company, huh?"

Shipra’s pulse quickened. She felt the weight of his words. Alokk’s tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "Oh, you know, just a lot of official work lately," she said quickly, trying to sound dismissive. "That’s why he keeps dropping by." Her voice faltered slightly, betraying her unease. Alokk, however, wasn't fooled. He had seen more than he let on.

"I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that Sunday evening," Alokk continued, his tone turning serious, eyes fixed on the road. "I can’t seem to get it out of my mind."

Shipra’s heart skipped a beat, her hands gripping the sides of the seat. "Oh... that," she muttered, forcing a chuckle that felt hollow even to her. "Just forget about it. We were drunk that day. That kiss—" she hesitated, searching for the right words, "—it didn’t mean anything."

But Alokk wasn't letting it go. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of a small, secluded mobile repair shop. The sign was worn, the windows tinted. As they both got off, the air felt thick with something Shipra couldn't quite place.

Alokk turned toward her, his face darkening with a look she had never seen before. "I wasn’t just talking about our kiss, Shipra," he said, his voice suddenly colder, more dominant. His eyes, no longer playful, were filled with an unsettling hunger.

Shipra was startled by the shift in his demeanor. Her mind raced. If it wasn’t just the kiss, then what else could he be referring to? She couldn’t shake the feeling that Alokk knew something she wasn’t prepared to confront.

"Please, make yourself comfortable, ma'am," his voice now unsettlingly polite. "I'll be back in a minute." Without waiting for her response, he disappeared behind the counter, leaving her alone in the dimly lit space.

Shipra glanced around uneasily. The shop was small, cramped, and felt oddly suffocating. There was something about the place that made her skin crawl—the peeling paint, the dust-covered shelves, the faint, acrid smell of chemicals. She spotted an old, worn-out sofa near the door and reluctantly sat down, setting her bag beside her.

The door behind the counter creaked open. Hitesh emerged, his face breaking into a wide, overly friendly smile. He folded his hands in a gesture of Namaste, but his eyes told a different story. They moved up and down Shipra’s body, lingering too long on her curves, making her feel exposed.

"Namastey Ma’am, I am Hitesh Alokk's friend. Please, come inside," he said, his voice dripping with fake politeness. "You’ll be more comfortable in the back. There’s too much disturbance out here with the customers."

Shipra stood up slowly, feeling Hitesh's eyes on her. He moved quickly to grab her bag before she could protest. "Let me carry that for you," he said, almost too eagerly, his hand brushing against hers for a moment too long.

She made her way to  room behind, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the worn floor. Hitesh walked behind her, his gaze shamelessly tracing the outline of her body, fixating on the gentle sway of her hips.

The room was cramped and dimly lit, with a single bulb flickering overhead. The air felt stale, and the worn-out furniture added to the oppressive atmosphere. An old desk cluttered with tools and phone parts sat in one corner, and beside it, a small wooden bed creaked under Alokk's weight as he sipped on a cold drink, casually holding another in his hand.

"Come, ma'am, have a seat. Take a cold drink while Hitesh works on my phone. We can chat in the meantime," Alokk grinned, his tone friendly but with an undercurrent of something unsettling as he gestured for Shipra to sit beside him on the bed.

Feeling a little awkward with Hitesh, Shipra quickly sat beside Alokk, trying to ignore the strange vibe. Hitesh gave Alokk a brief, almost imperceptible thumbs-up before slipping out of the room, leaving the two of them alone in the dim light. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed was oppressive.

"So, Shipra ma'am," Alokk began, shifting closer to her on the bed, his body language more relaxed than hers. "Where were we?"

Shipra glanced at the door, her discomfort growing by the second. "How long until we leave, Alokk? I'm getting late" she said, trying to steer the conversation away from whatever he was hinting at.

"It won't take more than ten minutes, promise," Alokk reassured her, but his sly smile and the way his eyes gleamed made her feel far from reassured. "But before we go, let's talk about Sunday. You didn't tell me how was the kiss. I really got your motors running didn't I," Alokk blurted shamelessly sipping his cold drink slowly.

"That was a mistake Alokk, we shouldn't have done that. I was not in my senses, otherwise I would never acted the way I did. Just forget about it," Shipra responded with embarrassment.

"Oh don't worry ma'am, it was not a big deal compared to what I saw later that night. Our kiss was not the only mistake you made that night. Isn't it?," Alokk's voice became deep and serious.

"What are you talking about Alokk? I don't get it," Shipra replied confused.

"Let it make it easy for you. I have something of yours from that night that will jog your memory a bit." His grin widened as he leaned down, reaching for his bag.

"What?" Shipra was confused.

Alokk's grabbed his bag from behind and juggled through it, his hand emerged holding up something small and familiar-Shipra's blue bra. The sight of it hanging from his fingers made her stomach drop. It was the one she had worn on that Sunday night, the night she had tried hard to forget. How had he gotten it?

"This" Alokk said, his voice thick with amusement, watching her reaction closely. He twirled the bra between his fingers, relishing her shock. "I took it that night, and figured l'd keep it."

Shipra's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "What the hell, Alokk?" she snapped, her voice rising as she reached out to grab the bra from him. "Why do you have this? Give it back!" Her hand darted toward the garment, but Alokk yanked it away, his grin only growing.

"Not so fast, Shipra," Alokk's tone shifted, becoming rougher, more sinister. His playful grin turned into something darker, more menacing. "I'm not done talking." 

Shipra recoiled slightly, her pulse quickening as she grasped the gravity of the situation. She felt cornered, her mind racing to find a way out. "Alokk, this is completely inappropriate. Hand it back to me, now," she demanded, trying to keep her voice firm despite the fear creeping into it.

Alokk, unfazed by her tone, leaned in closer, his expression darkening. "I know what really happened that night, Shipra. You, Namrata, and Patode—I've seen it all," he said, his voice low and menacing, attempting to seize control of the situation, though his words were an obvious bluff.

Shipra froze at Alokk's word. Her mind raced back to the events of Sunday and the thought that Alokk knew all that transpired that day sent a shiver down her spine. She was totally speechless trying to comprehend the mess she has landed herself into.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Alokk? Just because I played a little game with you that day doesn't give you the right to cross boundaries with me," Shipra stood up, masking her fear behind a shield of anger. "I don't know what kind of fantasies you've conjured up since then or how you even got my bra, but whatever you're insinuating is disrespectful and degrading. Now, give it back, and I’ll be on my way. I have far more important things to attend to than indulging your delusions."

"I’m not delusional, Shipra," Alokk said, his voice steady and cold. "Getting angry at me won’t change the fact. I was there that night. I saw everything." His tone grew more assertive as he pressed forward, clearly trying to make her feel cornered.

"I figured Namrata out from the start. She’s the type—always dressing provocatively, flirting like she’s desperate for attention. You could see it in the way she acts—just a slutty bitch in heat. But you, Shipra ma’am, always pretending to be this cultured, dignified innocent woman. I never thought you’d be so desperate to spread your legs," he sneered, his words dripping with contempt as he tried to rattle her with his vulgarity.

"I should have known when we kissed," Alokk said, his voice dripping with disdain as he stood, moving closer to Shipra. "The way you threw yourself at me, moaning my name like a desperate little slut when I grabbed your soft, perfect tits and squeezed that full, eager ass of yours. You couldn’t get enough, could you? The way you grinded against me, rubbing yourself on my dick, begging for more with each breath." 

He inched closer, his voice lowering to a whisper but never losing its harshness.

"It was so easy, wasn’t it? Just one kiss and you were already surrendering. The way you let me touch you, the way your body begged for it... That should’ve told me everything I needed to know about your pathetic excuse for a husband. A real man would’ve his women satisfied, kept that filthy itch in your slutty cunt in check. But no, you were ready to go all the way with me. If it weren't for that other bitch, Namrata, I would have pounded your unfaithful little cunt so hard that the cravings between your legs would have been silenced for good."

"And later that night, while you were sleeping, I slipped my fingers inside your cunt, and guess what? It was oozing, dripping with juices. That bastard Patode must have given it to you good just like he gave it to Namrata, that son of a bitch," Alokk's tone was getting more and more aggressive.

SMACK!!!

Shipra had had enough. Without warning, she swung her right hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across Alokk’s face. The sound of the impact reverberated in the room as his head snapped to the side, his smug grin wiped clean in an instant.

“Shut up, Alokk!” Shipra’s voice trembled with fury and a hint of fear. “Stop spewing your disgusting nonsense!  Nothing happened between Patode and me that night, and you know damn well that you couldn't have seen anything because there was nothing to see!"

Alokk was shocked, blinking in disbelief, but Shipra wasn’t done. "I knew you were a troublemaker, a rowdy one, causing problems wherever you went. But I thought, after everything, maybe you had changed. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, Alokk. But I was wrong." She spat the last words out, her disgust evident. "Unlike Swapnil, you're a despicable person —pathetic, bitter, and full of filth. You can't change, can you?"

She paused for a moment, looking at him with a mix of pity and disdain. Alokk stood there, speechless, the red mark from her slap still burning on his cheek, too stunned to respond. 

"I'm done with you," she said, her voice now steady, icy with finality. "If you ever—ever—show your face to me again, I swear I’ll file a complaint against you for harassment. Do you understand?" Her voice rose, each word filled with the conviction of someone who had reached their breaking point. "You think you can throw vile accusations and get away with it? I won’t tolerate this anymore." With that, she stood up grabbed her bag and made her way towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alokk growled, following her he grabbed Shipra's wrist with a forceful grip. The trance he'd been in moments ago shattered as anger flared in his eyes as he heard Swapnil's name. He had been momentarily shaken when she threatened to report him for harassment, but now, the fear was gone, replaced by something far darker. His hatred, fueled by his obsessive desire for revenge on Swapnil, consumed him. This was his last chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. His cheek still throbbed from her slap, fueling his anger. He yanked her back roughly, slamming her against the wall, his body pinning her in place. With one hand he grabbed both of her arms behind her back and with the other he snatched her bag.

"Have you lost your mind, Alokk? Let me go!" Shipra winced, struggling in his hold. "You're hurting me, and this will end badly for you." Her voice, though strained, carried a clear warning as she tried to free herself.

"The only one for whom this will end badly is you Shipra, that is if you don't behave." Alokk said pinning Shipra against the wall not allowing her to struggle free. Alokk slowly bent a little and reached inside Shipra's bag. He juggled inside for a second and fished out Shipra's panty from her bag waving it like the final piece of evidence. "I may have been bluffing about the Sunday night but what the hell is this ma'am? I saw your hurriedly stuff it into your bag after the accident."

"That’s none of your business, Alokk! Leave me now or I'll shout," Shipra said, her body trembling with mixture of fear, anger and embarrassment.

"That wouldn't be wise Shipra ma'am," Alokk said calmly as he twirled her little white panty in his finger. "I would advice you to understand the situation you are in. I may not known what all had happened between you and Patode but there's something fishy and sexual going on between your two that's for sure. I wonder how your husband would react when he hears about you two? Want me to give him a call? " Alokk taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

"Don't drag my husband into it. He won't believe your nonsense anyway. You have nothing to back your lies and nonsense," Shipra spat with anger and contempt.

"Oh, I think I have more than enough," Alokk sneered, his tone dripping with malice. "I’m sure your dear husband would be very interested to know how his 'faithful' wife enjoys herself, panty-less, in a car with her colleague." His voice grew darker. "I wonder if he’ll recognize your undergarments? I don’t need to convince him—just plant enough doubt. With such a such beautiful wife and he being jobless, it wouldn't take long for him to fall prey to his insecurities about you. Would you really risk that?"

Shipra stayed silent, her confidence crumbling. Alokk's word may have been crude but weren't far away from the truth and the guilt of what had already happened between her and Patode weighed heavily on her. She knew if Alok, her husband, ever discovered the truth, she wouldn’t be able to face him, even if he chose to trust her over the rumors. The shame of her actions would be too much to bear.

But with her family’s future hanging in the balance, she couldn’t afford to end things with Patode. Nor could she let Alokk ruin everything she had fought for, everything she had sacrificed her dignity for. Now, for the first time, Shipra found herself without words, her usual defiance stripped away, leaving her in helpless silence.

"What do you want Alok?," Shipra spoke faintly .

"Not so feisty now, are we? Still want to report me for harassment?" Alokk said in an condescending tone, a smug grin plastered across his face as he watched her temper cool down. "There’s no misunderstanding here anymore," he continued, stepping closer. "The moment you realized I could spill your little sexual escapades to your husband, it became obvious—you haven’t been faithful. But honestly, that doesn’t bother me. I know women like you—never satisfied with just one dick. You always need more, don’t you? And really, there’s no shame in it. If your husband can’t keep up, if he’s too much of a wimp to satisfy you, why not seek pleasure elsewhere?"

He stepped closer, his voice lowering as he leaned in. "AIl I want is for you to give me a chance to satisfy you. Let's just pick up where we left off that Sunday evening."

"Alokk, I’m not that kind of woman. Please, try to understand," Shipra’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. She could feel her heart racing, desperate to diffuse the situation. "I’m sorry if my actions that night, when I was drunk, gave you the wrong impression. I never meant to lead you on. It was a mistake, but I can’t do what you’re asking of me. I’m not..."

Her voice cracked as she pleaded, hoping he would see reason, but before she could finish, Alokk interrupted her, dismissing her words entirely, his grip on the situation tightening.

"Come on, Shipra, don’t play innocent with me. I saw how horny you were that day. I know exactly what kind of women you are." Alokk sneered, completely unmoved by her tears. "Your real self—your slutty side—came out when you were drunk. You can’t hide that from me."

He shifted a little back, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down. "Just give me a try. I may not be as muscular as that animal Patode, but I promise you, I’m well-endowed. I can give you what you need—what your pathetic, looser husband clearly can’t."

Alokk’s words dripped with cruelty, and the smug look on his face made it clear—he knew he had the upper hand now. He ignored Shipra’s desperate pleas, reveling in the control he thought he had over her, pushing the situation exactly where he wanted it to go.

Alokk gripped the panties he had been toying with between his teeth, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With his free hand, he swiftly unzipped his jeans, fumbling slightly before pulling out his fully erect cock. The vulgarity of the act made Shipra’s stomach turn in disgust. She couldn’t bear to look and quickly turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the horror of the moment.

"No, Alokk, please don’t do this..." Shipra’s voice was shaky, desperation lacing her words. "There must be some other way Alokk!" She struggled against him, trying to break free, but his grip was too strong, her efforts futile against his overpowering strength.

“There’s only one way, Shipra, and that’s for you to cooperate,” Alokk’s voice was laced with impatience, his eyes burning with unchecked lust. “I’m losing my patience—I just can’t control myself with you being so close.” His gaze flicked over her body, possessive and obsessive. He grabbed her panties, teasingly wrapped them around his cock, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

He released his grip on her wrists and strutted back to the bed, his cock swinging obscenely as he moved with an air of arrogance. He kicked off his pants, now fully exposed, and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving Shipra. His eyes glittered with triumph as if he had already won some sick, twisted game.

"You know exactly what will happen if you resist me again" he said, his voice low and dripping with menace. "Now, be the obedient slut you are and come here. We still have unfinished business from Sunday."

Shipra stood frozen, rubbing her sore wrists where Alokk had grabbed her cruelly. Her gaze shifted to him, watching in horror as he stroked himself with her panties, that twisted grin making it clear he felt complete control over her.

“Don’t just stand there,” Alokk barked, his voice booming. “We don’t have all day!”

Her mind went blank, every fiber of her being wanting to escape, but the fear of aggravating him further held her in place. Slowly, hesitantly, she began moving toward him, each step heavy with dread. Seconds felt like hours, and before she knew it, she stood just a foot away from him.

“That’s better,” Alokk growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "How do you like my dick? It's bigger than your husband's I am sure," he taunted and in the next instant, he lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her waist, yanking her closer. His face pressed against her exposed navel, his mouth rough and invasive as he trailed wet, greedy kisses across her skin. His hands slid down to her hips, grabbing her ass with brutal force, squeezing her chubby cheeks through the fabric of her saree as if she were nothing more than an object for his pleasure.

"Please, Alokk, don't do this," Shipra whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. She stood motionless, her body rigid with disgust, every muscle tensing against the horror of what was happening. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides as if that small act of defiance could protect her from the violation she was enduring. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensation of Alokk’s hands on her, silently begging him to stop, clinging to the futile hope that her pleas would reach him.

But Alokk, lost in his lust and driven by a twisted need for vengeance, ignored her. Her begging only seemed to fuel his desires, pushing him further into his frenzy. His hands moved with calculated cruelty, lifting her saree inch by inch while his lips assaulted her navel, each touch sending a wave of revulsion through her. It wasn't until her saree was raised past her knees that Shipra realized what was happening.

In a panic, she grabbed Alokk’s hand, trying one last time to halt the inevitable. "Alokk, please," her voice broke as she looked down at him, desperately searching for any trace of humanity. His eyes met hers, but they were cold, unfeeling, filled with lust and a sick sense of power.

"What? Do you want me to stop and call your husband?" Alokk sneered, clearly irritated by her attempt to resist. His grip on her tightened, his patience wearing thin. The hint of defiance in her voice only seemed to anger him more, his control slipping further with each second.

Shipra’s heart pounded in her chest, and she knew there was no stopping him now. The realization hit her hard—there was no escape, no turning back. She had led him on, unknowingly feeding into his desires, and now she was trapped, a victim of her own miscalculations. There was no one to blame but herself for the situation spiraling out of control.

Desperation clawed at her as she realized that resistance would only escalate things further, possibly involving others. The last thing she wanted was for Hitesh, Alokk’s friend, to walk in and catch them. The humiliation would be unbearable, and the consequences devastating. She had no choice but to surrender to the situation, to try and contain the damage before it got any worse.

"Can we... do this somewhere else? Your friend might come," she said softly, her voice barely audible, trying to mask her fear and shame. Her request wasn’t for her own comfort, but to avoid making the situation even more unbearable. She dreaded the thought of being caught, of adding public humiliation to the private torment she was enduring.

Alokk’s eyes flickered with something close to amusement, as if he relished the fact that she had finally broken. He smirked, clearly pleased with her surrender, and loosened his grip just enough to move her where he wanted

"Don't worry about him, let us just enjoy ourselves. He won't disturb us." Alokk said, his frown melting into a triumphant grin. He stood up slowly, and with one swift motion, he lifted her saree from behind, bunching it at her waist. Shipra's body stiffened as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin. Her chubby, milky, perfectly shaped bubble butt-evidence of her maturity and was now completely on display. Alokk seized her soft, tender ass cheeks with both hands, gripping them roughly as he gestured toward the door behind.

"But he'll enjoy the show" Alokk whispered in Shipra's ear, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I can't deny him this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After all, he's the mastermind behind this whole plot. Did you really think you're here by accident? Or that your car had a flat by chance?" He winked at Hitesh, the two men sharing a silent understanding, their deception complete.

Standing in the doorway was Hitesh. His eyes were wide, fixed on her exposed body, his mouth hanging open in shock, yet twisted with a lustful smile. His hand was already rubbing his crotch, clearly aroused by the sight in front of him. 

Shipra looked back in horror. Her world crumbled. Betrayal, fear, and humiliation clashed inside her, and in that moment, she tried to break free. "Alokk, this is unacceptable! I am not going to be your puppet. Let me go! I don't care if you tell my husband-I'll take the risk. But I won't let you do as you please, " she shouted, pushing him frantically with all the strength she could muster, desperate to escape. 

But Alokk had anticipated her reaction. His grip tightened, holding her in place as she struggled in vain. "Look closely, Shipra," he said, his voice loud and cruel. "He hasn't just been watching all this time."

Shipra froze at his words, her frantic movements coming to a halt. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes locking onto Hitesh. To her horror, he was holding his phone up, the screen glowing. He had been recording everything. Her face flushed with shame, her body went limp, and her mind became numb. The weight of her helplessness and the betrayal from both men crashed over her like a tidal wave. There was no escape now, no way to undo what had been done. She was trapped, violated not only by Alokk's touch but by the knowledge that Hitesh had been part of this all along. The humiliation was unbearable, her strength drained, leaving her completely powerless. Desperately, she raised her trembling hands to her face, trying to shield herself from the world, as if covering her eyes would somehow make the nightmare disappear and shield her from the torment awaiting her at the hands of two cruel boys.

"Your fate is sealed, Shipra ma'am," Alokk sneered, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction. "Had you shown such resistance earlier, maybe you could've walked away. But with this video, you're mine. From today, you'll be my personal slut." He chuckled darkly, his plan executed flawlessly, leaving nothing but his cruel enjoyment ahead. 

"Let's not waste any more time, shall we? You must be dying to see her pussy, Hitesh. I know I am. Just make sure to get a close-up shot of her cunt" Alokk taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "I am sure this cheating whore of a wife, must be dripping wet down there," A sinister grin spread across his face as he leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Alok swiftly turned Shipra's motionless body toward Hitesh, positioning himself behind her. He slid his cock between the warm, inviting crevice of her plump ass, letting the soft flesh mold around him., teasingly rubbing against her as he lifted her saree from the front in a slow, tantalizing manner, ensuring Hitesh had a perfect view. Hitesh's excitement was palpable, his desire building as more of Shipra's bare skin gradually revealed itself, driving him wild with anticipation. His hands shook as he fumbled with the zipper, desperate for release, his cock throbbing against the constraining material.

“Fuck... just look at those thighs," Hitesh groaned, his voice strained and dripping with desire. "So smooth, so milky... goddamn." He bit his lip, almost in pain from the intensity of his arousal, his fingers gripping the edge of his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. His gaze was fixated on the slow reveal, the anticipation driving him to the brink of madness.

“Hurry, man!" he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper, thick with desperation. "I need to see her pussy. Bet it's all smooth... clean-shaven like in those porn flicks. With skin like that... bet her cunt’s a perfect, sexy pink." Hitesh’s hand trembled as he finally freed himself from the confines of his pants, stroking his cock with trembling hands, his eyes never leaving Shipra.

“Let’s find out,” Alok replied with a chuckle, his voice laced with pure lust. With a decisive tug, he pulled the saree up all the way, gathering the fabric around Shipra's waist and exposing her completely.

SLAMMMM!!!

The door behind Hitesh exploded open with a deafening crash.  Before Hitesh could even process the intrusion, let alone turn around to face the source of the noise, a fist came hurtling out of nowhere. It connected squarely with his face, the raw power behind it enough send him sprawling to the floor. His vision blurred instantly, the world around him spinning as pain seared through his skull. His body went limp, crumpling into a heap in the corner of the room, completely unconscious from the brutal impact of the sucker punch.

Alokk, who had been reveling in his perverse triumph just moments earlier, stood frozen in shock. The smug grin he wore, the air of cocky arrogance, and the lust-fueled excitement that had radiated from him were all obliterated in an instant. His friend had been effortlessly knocked out, his body sent flying across the room like a rag doll, and Alok could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. A chill ran down his spine as his eyes flickered to the source of this sudden and violent interruption.

Standing before him was the hulking, ominous figure of Patode. His eyes burned with an intensity that made his skin crawl with fright. The pure, unfiltered rage etched across Patode's face was terrifying, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury. His jaw was clenched tight, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily, every muscle in his frame coiled like a spring ready to explode. The room seemed to shrink in the face of his wrath, and the silence that followed Hitesh's fall was alarming.

Alok's bravado evaporated in an instant. His legs buckled slightly beneath him, and his control over Shipra's nearly bare body was lost. As he staggered backward, trembling, Shipra's saree fell back into place, covering her exposed skin once again. His heart pounded in his chest, each thud echoing in his ears as he stared wide-eyed at Patode, his body going cold with dread.

“P-Patode…,” Alokk stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying the terror that now consumed him. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together what had gone wrong.

How did Patode find us? He thought.

His plan had been meticulously crafted, or so he thought. Now, standing before the imposing figure of Patode, none of it mattered. All his bravado drained away, replaced by an all-consuming dread.

While Alokk’s thoughts scrambled for answers, Shipra began to stir, slowly coming to her senses. At first, she was disoriented, her body still trembling from the trauma, but the sound of Patode’s name triggered something inside her. She blinked, trying to focus, and as the scene before her came into view, her breath caught in her throat. Alokk was no longer gripping her, and the room had changed—Hitesh lay unconscious in the corner, and standing before her, like a pillar of strength, was Patode.

Tears welled in her eyes as the enormity of what had just happened hit her like a tidal wave. The fear, the violation, the overwhelming relief—all of it came crashing down, breaking the dam that held her emotions in check. She couldn’t hold back anymore. With a sob, Shipra ran toward Patode, her heart pounding in her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Without hesitation, Patode enveloped her in a soft but possessive hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. She buried her face in his chest, her body shaking as the sobs wracked her. Patode’s embrace was firm but tender, his voice low and soothing as he spoke. “It’s alright, Shipra. I’m here. You’re safe now,” he murmured, his large hands gently stroking her hair as he held her close.

“They… they tried…” Shipra’s voice cracked as she struggled to form the words through her sobs. “They tried to… to… blackm…” Her voice faltered, the trauma of the experience making it nearly impossible for her to finish the sentence.

Patode’s grip on her tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stared over her head at Alokk. His rage simmered just beneath the surface, but he kept it in check for Shipra’s sake. “I know, I know,” he whispered gently, his hand cradling the back of her head. “You don’t need to afraid now. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

His words were a quiet assurance to her, but his gaze remained fixed on Alokk, who stood frozen in fear. Patode’s presence filled the room, a wall of barely contained anger and quiet fury. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Alokk as he spoke again, this time to Shipra. “Go wait outside, Shipra,” he said, his voice softer but with an unmistakable edge. “I’ll take care of him. We’ll head back to your room in no time. You’re safe now, I promise.”

Shipra sniffled, wiping at her tear-streaked face with trembling hands as she nodded. She backed away from Patode, her body still trembling but her trust in him unshaken. His presence alone gave her the strength to hold herself together. She glanced at Alok one last time, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned and left the room ensuring to collect Hiteshs' phone and her bag.

As soon as Shipra was gone, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier, suffocating in its silence. Patode stood there, unmoving for a moment, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His eyes were locked on Alok, who was now visibly shaking, his back pressed against the wall, too terrified to move.

"You're dead you little piece of Shit," Patode roared swinging his arms as he made his way towards Alokk.

End of Chapter 23: Setback or An Opportunity? : Part 1

[Luca Modric]

Nice update...

[Manikandarajesh]

Second chance for patode to make shipra fall for him willingly. Saved her twice projecting himself as real man. Good update.

[qazmlp]

What a Super update!!! Great writing, dialogues n screenplay. Loved it every bit.

[shake chilli]

Ye stories or bhi thrling hard update brother

[drlund]

Oh.. what an update