Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[Kartikjessie]

Will these two men make her a slut and forget her family.

[tweeny_fory]

Part 22 - Nalini A Prisoner of Desire

Anbu's gaze never wavered from Nalini's face, his eyes a complex mix of fascination, triumph, and something darker. He knew the power he held in his hands, the control he wielded over her body and mind. With a twisted smile, he moved the cold stethoscope in slow circles around her nipple, watching as her breath hitched and her chest rose and fell in panicked movements.


"Feeling a little exposed, aren't we?" Anbu murmured, his voice low and taunting.

Nalini's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. Fear, sharp and cold, pierced through her, followed by the burning sting of humiliation that crept up her neck and flushed her cheeks. Yet, amidst this turbulent chaos, a treacherous undercurrent of arousal stirred, unwanted and confusing. She was a prisoner in this moment, utterly exposed and vulnerable, her fate dictated by these two men who seemed to revel in her distress.

"I can't say I'm not enjoying the view," Teja chimed in, his hand gliding up and down Nalini's leg with deliberate slowness. "She's a natural beauty, isn't she?"

Anbu's hand continued its clinical exploration, dragging the metallic disc of the stethoscope over the sensitive peak of Nalini's nipple. Each touch was a jolt, the frigid metal sparking a searing trail of fire across her skin. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body betraying her with every shiver and spasm.

"She's certainly responsive," Anbu said, his gaze never leaving Nalini's face. "But I want to see how far we can take this."

Nalini’s mind was a tempestuous sea, her thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. Fear, sharp and cold, pierced through her, followed by the burning sting of humiliation that crept up her neck and flushed her cheeks. Yet, amidst this turbulent chaos, a treacherous undercurrent of arousal stirred, unwanted and confusing. She was a prisoner in this moment, utterly exposed and vulnerable, her fate dictated by these two men who seemed to revel in her distress. Her body, a traitor to her will, refused to cooperate with her revulsion. A damp warmth bloomed between her legs, a stark, physical testament to the internal battle raging within her, soaking into the fabric of her panties and broadcasting her shame.

Across the plush sofa, Teja's hand was a languid predator, gliding with deliberate slowness up and down the smooth expanse of Nalini's leg. His touch was feather-light, almost mocking in its gentleness, a teasing caress that sent shivers down her spine. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed the silken folds of her saree and the rustling layers of her petticoat upwards, unveiling more and more of her legs to their predatory gaze.

Nalini's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. She was trapped between fear and arousal, humiliation and excitement, her body a traitor to her will. The tiny metal hooks of her blouse, digging cruelly into her flesh, left angry red welts on her skin, a painful reminder of the desperate force she was using to cling to modesty, to keep herself shielded from their intrusive eyes.

"I think she's ready for the next step," Teja said, his hand coming to a stop just below Nalini's panties. "Don't you, Anbu?"

Anbu nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see how she handles the butterfly massager."

With a flick of his wrist, Teja turned on the small, buzzing device and pressed it against Nalini's inner thigh. The vibrations were gentle, almost soothing, but the intrusion was undeniable. Nalini's body tensed, her breath hitching in her throat as the massager sent involuntary spasms and a disconcerting squirm rippling through her.

Nalini's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. She wanted to scream, to cry, to push them away and demand that they stop. But amidst the fear and humiliation, there was a treacherous undercurrent of arousal, a dark and forbidden desire that she couldn't ignore.

As Teja's hand continued its languid exploration, Nalini's moans grew louder, more ragged. "N-no...stop...please," she begged, her voice cracking with desperation.

But even as she spoke, she could feel the damp warmth blooming between her legs, a stark, physical testament to the internal battle raging within her. The cumbersome pressure pump, strapped to her calves, pulsed with a rhythmic, mechanical beat, each squeeze and release sending unexpected waves of sensation surging through her limbs.

"I think she's enjoying it," Teja said, his hand still gliding up and down Nalini's leg. "Look at the way her body is responding, the way she's shivering and squirming."

Anbu nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I think you're right, Teja. I think she's enjoying every moment of this."

Nalini's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. She was trapped between fear and arousal, humiliation and excitement, her body a traitor to her will. She wanted to scream, to cry, to push them away and demand that they stop. But even as she fought against the overwhelming sensations, she knew that she was lost, that she was a prisoner to their desires, a plaything for their twisted pleasures.

And as the stethoscope and the butterfly massager continued their relentless assault on her body, Nalini could do nothing but submit, to surrender herself to the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that threatened to consume her. She was lost, adrift in a sea of fear and desire, her fate in the hands of two men who seemed to revel in her distress.

And even as she fought against the tide, Nalini knew that there was no escape, that she was trapped in this moment, a prisoner to their desires, a plaything for their twisted pleasures. And all she could do was submit, to surrender herself to the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that threatened to consume her, to give in to the dark and forbidden desires that had taken root in her soul.

Nalini felt the solid ground of her control crumbling beneath her feet like dry clay. She was adrift in a turbulent sea of conflicting desires, violently torn between the primal, desperate urge to shove them away, to scream and fight with every ounce of her being, and the shameful, insidious pull towards the unnerving pleasure they were so skillfully orchestrating. Her breaths hitched in her throat, coming in rapid, shallow gasps, her chest heaving and straining with the immense effort of suppressing a cry, of holding onto the last, fragile vestiges of resistance.


"See? She's already struggling," Teja murmured, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to vibrate directly through the examination table and into her very core. "Look at her chest, Anbu. Like a frightened bird."

Anbu chuckled softly, a cool, clinical sound that sent a shiver down Nalini's spine, a stark contrast to the frantic drumbeat of her heart echoing in her ears. Its rhythm was accelerating wildly, mirroring the relentless pulsations of the pressure pump that were slowly, inexorably conquering her senses. "Resistance is futile, Nalini," Anbu stated, his tone devoid of warmth, yet laced with a chilling anticipation. "Your body already knows."

The dual assault on her senses – the icy shock of the stethoscope Anbu pressed firmly against her left, sensitized nipple, and Teja’s tormenting, feather-light strokes tracing lazy patterns up and down her inner thighs, inching higher with deliberate slowness – was a deliberate form of torture, driving her relentlessly closer to the precipice of madness. A molten heat pooled deep in her core, her arousal blooming against her will, a humiliating warmth that made her body betray her with a sickening eagerness. She was drowning in a tide of her own making, so intensely, shamefully wet that she could feel the slickness of her juices seeping through the thin fabric of her panties, leaving a damp, shameful stain spreading across the sterile white surface of the examination table beneath her.

"Wet already," Teja observed, his voice barely above a whisper, making her skin crawl. His fingertips paused, lingering near the damp patch, confirming her mortification. "Our little patient is quite responsive, wouldn't you say, Anbu?"

Anbu hummed in agreement, pressing the stethoscope down slightly harder. "Evidently. Physiology cannot lie, Nalini. Your body is telling us exactly what it wants, isn't it?"

Nalini squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate, futile attempt to sever the visual connection, to banish the sight of Anbu’s impassive face and Teja’s knowing grin from her mind. But the darkness behind her eyelids only amplified the other sensations, making them even more potent, more inescapable. Every touch, every vibration, every pulse became hyper-real, searing themselves onto her consciousness. The glacial touch of the stethoscope, the insidious, low buzz of the butterfly massager Teja had subtly placed on her lower abdomen, the rhythmic pressure of the pump drawing on her breast – all merged into a perverse symphony of sensation, a carnal melody that resonated deep within her, impossible to ignore, to deny.

A small, choked sound escaped her throat, halfway between a gasp and a whimper, despite her efforts to stifle it.

"Ah, a sound," Anbu noted, his voice flat. "Progress."

She clamped her teeth down on her lower lip, biting hard enough to draw a metallic taste of blood, fighting desperately to stifle the moan that threatened to erupt as Anbu’s hand shifted, dragging the cold stethoscope across to her other nipple. The frigid metal was a shocking contrast to the feverish flush of her skin, a stark, clinical reminder of her utter physical defenselessness. Yet, despite herself, she could feel her body responding, a shameful tightening, her nipples hardening into tight, sensitive buds under the stethoscope’s clinical pressure, betraying her supposed revulsion with undeniable physical evidence.

"The left one is even harder now," Teja commented, his fingers now tracing the outline of her hip. "She likes the attention there, I think."

Nalini couldn't speak. She could only bite her lip harder, the metallic tang filling her mouth as another soft, involuntary moan, lower this time, vibrated in her chest, a sound of pure surrender teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Teja’s hand, emboldened by her lack of verbal protest and the involuntary sounds and reactions escaping her, crept further up her legs, his fingertips now brushing against the delicate lace edge of her panties, lingering there. A jolt of electricity shot through her, a wave of intense sensation that made her body tense violently, every muscle in her thighs clenching in involuntary anticipation of his next move. She knew, with chilling clarity, that she should stop him, must stop him, push him away with every ounce of strength she possessed. But her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, weighted down by the burgeoning arousal and paralyzing humiliation. Her will was dissolving, melting away under the calculated heat of their attention. She was ensnared, trapped in a sticky, inescapable web of pleasure and humiliation, paralyzed, unable to break free from the agonizing, intoxicating grip they held over her.

"Just the edge," Teja whispered, his voice tight with anticipation that mirrored her own burgeoning, unwanted climax. "Feeling that, Nalini? Right there?"

Another moan, louder this time, a raw sound of mingled distress and rising arousal, tore itself from her throat. Her back arched slightly, involuntarily, against the sterile surface.

Her mind was a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions, a disorienting haze of shame and illicit desire. Her body, no longer her own, had become a puppet, dancing to the strings of their calculated touch and clinical observation. She could feel herself teetering on the very edge, her arousal spiking to an unbearable fever pitch, threatening to shatter her last defenses, to break her completely. She knew, with a sickening certainty that plunged her into despair, that she couldn't hold on much longer, that she was about to surrender, to succumb utterly to the pleasure they were so expertly inflicting. And with every fiber of her being, even as her body trembled on the brink, she loathed herself for it.

[vishuvanathan]

Superb

[tweeny_fory]

Part 23 - Nalini's Orchestrated Awakening

Anbu watched Teja, a sharp, predatory glint narrowing his eyes. The moment felt ripe, an opportunity presenting itself nakedly in the room's tense atmosphere. His gaze, drawn by an undeniable pull, settled on Nalini. Specifically, on the line of her hips, now openly vulnerable, the curve of her waist exposed after Teja had finished his task.


His hand moved, seemingly independent of his will, drawn to her side. He let his fingers trail slowly, deliberately, along the smooth plane of her hip, mapping its curve. The touch was light, yet profoundly invasive.

Nalini, deep within her senses, felt that tracing touch like an electric current. A deep shiver, involuntary and revealing, rippled through her body. As his hand drifted higher, his knuckles lightly grazed the side of her breast, just visible where the blouse was loosened.

A sound escaped her lips, a soft, breathy moan that seemed wrenched from her very core. It wasn't a sound of pleasure or defiance, but a raw, confusing utterance of the conflicting sensations swirling within her — the violation and the strange, undeniable physical response. Anbu's touch was a stark, physical assertion of her utter helplessness, of the absolute power they held over her prone form.

Across from Anbu, Teja finished his task. He carefully deactivated the pressure pump attached to Nalini's calf. The rhythmic pulse died down, replaced by an odd emptiness in that spot. He lifted the device away.

Nalini felt the sudden absence of the pump, a strange release of suction replaced by an intense, lingering tingle. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the hot space it had occupied. Her skin there felt intensely warm, almost buzzing, throbbing with a faint, urgent rhythm of its own.

Teja's eyes traced the red mark left on her pale skin. It was a vibrant patch, a pronounced flush that looked startlingly like a fervent kiss. The suction had drawn blood to the surface, creating a warm, pulsing imprint that spoke of intense pressure, a violent intimacy applied by the machine.

"Did you hear that, Teja?" Anbu's voice was low, a note of satisfaction in it. "A little sound escaped her."

Teja looked from the pulsing mark on Nalini's leg to Anbu. "She's responding. The mark is quite... expressive. The pressure is having its effect."

Anbu smiled slightly, his eyes still fixed on Nalini's form. "Oh, I think my effect is just beginning as well."

A shiver, complex and not entirely unwelcome, traced its way along Nalini's spine. She felt the phantom sensation of the pump's pressure, the machine's precise, almost violent manipulation, and a strange warmth bloomed within her, mingling with the confusion.

Anbu, keenly attuned to the subtle shifts in her body, sensed her increasing disorientation, her internal struggle. Seizing on it, he intensified his touch. His hand, which had been resting on her hip, now slipped deliberately beneath the edge of her loosened saree.

He traced the curve of her hip once more, the fabric now a thin barrier, or no barrier at all, depending on the line. His fingers ventured higher, exploring the soft, yielding flesh. They brushed lightly against the side of her exposed breast, feeling the delicate weight, the soft swell straining against the confines of the blouse.

He felt the warmth of her skin heating under his touch, imagined the helpless tremor running through her body. A silent, potent thrill resonated within him as he registered the subtle change in her breathing – a shaky inhale, a quickening pace – undeniable proof that her body was responding despite her mind's attempt to shut down.

"Her breathing... it's changed," Teja observed quietly, noting the rise and fall of her chest.

Anbu leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial murmur. "Getting interesting, isn't it? She can't hide everything."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Teja turned his attention back to the table. He reached for a small, butterfly-shaped massager. It began to hum softly in his hand, a low, steady vibration that felt like a promise of concentrated sensation.

With calm, deliberate movements, he gently, but firmly, eased Nalini's thighs wider apart. The simple physical act felt intensely invasive, deepening the chasm of vulnerability she lay within. A faint, shaky gasp did escape Nalini's lips, a small sound of protest or shock from a body held captive.

He lowered the massager, positioning its vibrating 'wings' with precision. The buzzing hum intensified as it settled, not quite touching the delicate fabric of her panty, but nestled intimately against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the most receptive area.

Nalini felt the vibration through the material, a wave of intense, localized heat blooming deep in her core. Her breath caught, a faint, almost imperceptible hitch in her chest, as her body registered the potent proximity of the buzzing device.

"Ah, the butterfly," Anbu commented, watching Teja. "Efficient."

Teja's eyes were fixed on Nalini's face, searching for any flicker of consciousness. "She's feeling it. See? The tension..."

Nalini lay suspended between the physical sensations and the fog in her mind, the soft hum a constant, vibrating presence against her most sensitive skin, drawing her deeper into the strange, confusing currents they were orchestrating.

[vishuvanathan]

The way these guys tuning the housewife is amazing

[Dhanapal]

Lick her and lick her more she should be forced to tell them to fuck her, treat her like a whore, videograph her without her knowledge, Destroy her chastity, convert her into a whore.

[tweeny_fory]

The way these guys tuning the housewife is amazing

Thank you for the feedback

[tweeny_fory]

Lick her and lick her more she should be forced to tell them to fuck her, treat her like a whore, videograph her without her knowledge, Destroy her chastity, convert her into a whore.

I can understand your urge on Nalini. I think the way the story is evolving, is making you want Nalini to get degraded sooner.. Yes she will undergo all of these and much more...

[tweeny_fory]

Part 24 - The Dance of Desire Unfolds

Anbu, his gaze locked on Teja's actions but his own anticipation building to a fever pitch, saw his opportunity. This was the crucial step, the move that would bring him tantalizingly closer to his ultimate desire. His fingers, guided by instinct and raw impulse, delved deeper beneath the loosened, yielding fabric of Nalini's saree. His mission: to find the intimate barrier guarding her.

He found it – the soft cotton edge of her panty. It was already warm, damp with the undeniable evidence of her mounting arousal. A silent, triumphant smirk touched Anbu's lips as he traced its outline, his fingertips exploring the delicate boundary, just millimeters away from the most sensitive heart of her femininity. This was a point of no return, a silent claim made in the shadowed space between fabric and skin.

A sharp, involuntary gasp caught in Nalini's throat. An electric current, hot and potent, shot through her lower body the moment Anbu's fingers connected with the edge of her underwear. Heat flooded her core, thick and heavy, making her skin prickle. A wave of scalding shame washed over her, swiftly followed by a more powerful, insidious current – the terrifying, magnetic pull of forbidden pleasure. Her muscles tensed instinctively, a deep clench she couldn't release. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, erratic rhythm. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face a tableau of internal conflict, lost in the bewildering storm of sensations.

Teja, observing Nalini's heightened state with a cool, assessing gaze, felt a surge of satisfaction. The atmosphere in the room crackled with anticipation. He straightened from his initial position, his focus shifting entirely to Nalini's face. His movements now became softer, almost deliberately gentle, a stark contrast to the underlying tension. He leaned over, his hand hovering for a moment.

With a gentle tug, the soft pillow was pulled from beneath her head, the familiar support abruptly removed. Nalini's head lolled slightly to the side, the sudden lack of cushioning adding to her growing feeling of disorientation and vulnerability. Her dark, lustrous hair, freed from constraint, tumbled down the edge of the sofa, cascading towards the floor, the very tips brushing against the fibers of the rug below. She felt the strange, exposed sensation of her scalp, the weight of her hair pulling slightly – a subtle but undeniable shift in her physical awareness. It felt less like comfort being removed and more like another layer of her defenses being stripped away, leaving her even more exposed, more yielding.

"Relax," Teja murmured, his voice low and steady, though his eyes held a clear intensity. He positioned himself beside her head, a looming presence above her. Anbu met Teja's gaze from his position by her waist, a silent acknowledgement passing between them – the plan was unfolding perfectly. Nalini felt increasingly trapped between their focused attentions.

Teja's hand, warm and firm, reached out again, this time settling gently on her forehead. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the impersonal vibrations of the massagers, a jolt of human warmth against her skin. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers began to move, tracing the line of her brow, then down to her eyebrows, the soft pads of his fingertips kneading the delicate skin above her eyes. Nalini's breathing, previously shallow and quick, hitched slightly at the unexpected intimacy of the contact.

He moved to her cheeks, his touch becoming more encompassing, gently stroking and caressing the contours of her face. Nalini felt the subtle shift in pressure, the spreading warmth of his large hand against her skin. A different kind of sensation washed over her, less overtly physical than the vibrations or Anbu's probing fingers, but equally potent in its own way. It was human touch, intimate, intentional, demanding her attention and subtly overriding her capacity to resist. A soft, unwilling whimper escaped her lips.

Anbu, emboldened by Nalini’s increasingly evident state – the flushing of her skin, the faint sounds escaping her lips, the subtle tremor in her limbs – and Teja’s successful distraction with her face, recognized this as the moment for the next bold move. He met Teja's eyes again; a quick, decisive nod passed between them. "Go on," Teja's voice was a low prompt, barely audible to Nalini over the pounding in her own ears.

With a slow, deliberate grace, Anbu reached for the edge of the saree again. His fingers brushed against the now almost completely loosened fabric where it dbangd low across Nalini's hip. The material felt silken, cool where it had been against the air, warm where it still clung to her skin. He pulled gently at first, testing the resistance. The loosened fabric shifted slightly, the barest hint of warm flesh flashing momentarily in the soft light filtering through the room.

Nalini's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat, but she offered no physical resistance, only another suppressed gasp, a tiny sound of protest swallowed by the overwhelming sensations. Seeing this, fueled by her involuntary reaction, Anbu grew bolder. With a decisive, yet still controlled, pull, he applied more force. This time, the fabric gave way completely, surrendering its hold. The saree, no longer anchored at her waist, began its beautiful, inevitable slide. As she lay supine, vulnerable and exposed, it cascaded sidewards, pooling beside her on the sofa.

The sudden, cool air brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver despite the heat coursing through her veins. Her hot, willing-unwilling body was suddenly, breathtakingly, revealed. Both men's eyes lingered, a shared look of predatory satisfaction passing between them as they prepared to feast upon the sight of her, utterly vulnerable, utterly laid bare before their gaze. Nalini's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her entire form feeling exposed and raw, every muscle screaming in silent conflict.

Teja’s hands, warm and knowing, continued their sensuous exploration of Nalini. They had moved from caressing her face, tracing the line of her jaw and cheekbone, now reaching her ears. His fingertips followed the delicate, intricate curves of her helix, the soft ridge of her antihelix, and the subtle entrance to her ear canal. Each movement was slow, deliberate, a whisper of touch that sent shivers down Nalini's spine.


He gently kneaded her earlobes between his thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to elicit a gasp she quickly swallowed back. He tugged softly, playfully, making her head tilt slightly. His fingers then delved into the small, yielding cartilages, exploring the concha and tragus with a feather-light touch that felt strangely intense, igniting nerve endings she hadn't known existed.

A deep blush began its journey low on Nalini’s throat, a warm tide creeping inexorably upwards. It seeped across her collarbones, stained her neck a deepening rose, and bloomed fiercely on her cheeks, a vivid flag of her internal state. It was a betrayal she couldn't hide, proof of the delicious turmoil churning beneath her carefully maintained composure.

Her breathing, which had been shallow, became erratic, catching in her chest with each new wave of sensation. Her skin felt hypersensitive, tingling everywhere his touch or even his close proximity registered. Her internal landscape was a riot of conflicting signals – apprehension whispering caution, while a powerful, undeniable wave of arousal surged, demanding surrender.

Teja leaned closer, his face descending slowly towards hers. The distance between them dissolved with breathtaking speed, the air thickening with anticipation. Nalini could see the focus in his eyes, the slight parting of his lips, every detail amplified as he drew near. The subtle, masculine scent of his cologne, warmed by his skin, filled her nostrils, a potent intoxicant.

Their faces were now separated by mere inches, a fragile space crackling with unspoken energy. She felt the faint, almost imperceptible brush of his eyelashes against her cheek as he moved, the heat radiating from his body a palpable force. The soft whisper of his breath ghosted across her skin, sending a fresh wave of tremors through her limbs.

"Nalini," Teja's voice was low, a husky murmur that seemed to vibrate through the charged air between them. It was less a question, more an acknowledgement of the electric moment, a soft anchor in the escalating storm of sensation. His gaze held hers, searching, confirming the mutual pull.

Nalini's heart reacted violently, not just racing, but pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. It was a frantic, physical manifestation of her inner state. Her entire body felt taut, muscles tensing in a silent battle between holding back and leaning in. Her hands clenched, not reaching out yet, but gripping the fabric already pooled around her waist, her knuckles white.

She was caught in a maelstrom, her senses overwhelmed, bombarded by his scent, his warmth, the intensity of his gaze, the exquisite torture of his touch on her ears. Her mind struggled to process the escalating intimacy, suspended in a dizzying space between the fear of the unknown and the undeniable, intensifying pull of desire that was quickly conquering her apprehension.

With a gentle, fluid movement, Teja's hands lowered, finding the edge of the saree. The rich fabric, which moments before had been a shield, now became an obstacle. He deftly gathered the material, pulling it free with a whisper of sound as it slid over her skin, leaving behind a trail of heightened sensitivity. The heavy silk pooled silently at her feet, a discarded cocoon.

But even with the saree gone, Nalini was not completely exposed. Beneath, clinging to her hips, was her petticoat. It was a fine cotton, perhaps, soft against her skin, but its true purpose in this moment felt less about concealment and more about deliberate, tantalizing reveal. It was rolled down at the waistband, sitting low on her hips, exposing the gentle curve of her belly and the upper slope of her thighs.

It wasn't a garment of modesty anymore, but rather a decorative band, defining the boundary between bare skin above and the mystery below. It was knotted securely at her side, the simple knot prominent against the fabric, a small detail that somehow emphasized her current state of being partially undressed.

And beneath the thin barrier of the petticoat, evident from the way it hugged her form, were her panties. Their outline was clearly defined through the soft cotton, a tantalizing hint of the final layer. She felt a sudden wave of heat flood her lower body as the realization of her diminished covering hit her, a slight, involuntary tilt of her pelvis acknowledging the focus now drawn there.

The petticoat, strategically positioned to reveal more than it concealed, served only to frame the newly exposed curves of her lower body, leaving just enough to the imagination to amplify the tension, while simultaneously highlighting her vulnerability and the potent, erotic promise of what lay beneath. The stark contrast between the completely shed saree and the deliberately low-slung petticoat amplified the sensual charge in the room, leaving Nalini standing before him partially undressed, overwhelmingly vulnerable, and vibrantly, undeniably alluring.

[NovelNavel]

What next for nalini

[Hotyyhard]

please update

[blackdesk]

Sexy, very sexy.

[longindian_axe]

wow.. excellent narration and writing style

[tweeny_fory]

Thank you to everyone for your comments, support, personal messages, and patience. 

I got caught up with some personal work and unfortunately missed responding to many of you. Here's the next update... 

I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback, so please feel free to share them!

[tweeny_fory]

Part 25 - Making Nalini Ready for Next Stage

Her eyes remained tightly shut, a silent plea to the universe to end this twisted masquerade, even as her body betrayed her with each shallow, ragged breath and the erratic throb of her pulse, echoing in her ears. Yet, she was acutely aware of every movement, every shift in the air that signaled Anbu and Teja's approach, the sound of their breaths growing steadier, more synchronized with her own.


A hushed stillness descended, the air thick with a tension that tightened in Nalini’s stomach. Teja moved closer, his breath a warm whisper against her forehead. She held her breath. He leaned in, and a kiss, so gentle it was almost hesitant, brushed her lips. Not like Anbu, a confused thought flickered.

His lips, feather-light, barely grazed her skin. A delicate tremor skittered down her spine. "Teja..." she breathed, the name barely audible. His hands, initially hovering as if seeking permission, then traced the soft contour of her cheekbone, the delicate spiral of her ear. Each touch sent unexpected shivers through her. She flinched, just slightly, unused to such a light touch.

Each caress was a tentative question, a world away from the forceful grip she was accustomed to. “Is this… tenderness?” she wondered silently. A fragile seed of curiosity, fragile yet insistent, began to sprout in the barren landscape of her apprehension. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel. What is this feeling?

As Teja's touch continued to linger, its unfamiliar tenderness still hadn't fully sunk in when the sharp, metallic sound of scissors cutting through the air shattered the fragile moment. Nalini's gaze snapped back to reality as Anbu's cold, precise click jolted her back to the harsh truth. Her breath caught, constricted by a painful obstruction in her throat.

Fearfully, she glanced sideways to find Anbu standing there, his gaze burning with a possessive intensity. The scissors in his hand gleamed menacingly, their cold steel blades promising violence. A jolt of fear ran through her as she anticipated his next move.

Teja's eyes glinted, his low, velvety voice laced with a hint of danger as he growled, the sound barely audible, yet seeming to fuel Anbu's determination. Nalini's muscles tensed, bracing herself for the inevitable as fear, sharp as a shard of ice, pierced through the tentative curiosity Teja had kindled. The fragile hope that had begun to emerge withered under the weight of dread.

With a grim satisfaction hardening his features, Anbu deliberately positioned the scissors, the cold metal brushing against her hip, a chilling caress beneath the thin fabric of her petticoat. "Mine," he hissed, the single word a brand that seemed to sear into her very being.

A wave of humiliation washed over Nalini, hot and stinging, as she realized this wasn't about affection, but about control - about stripping her bare, not just of her clothes, but of any semblance of autonomy. The scissors were a tool of subjugation, a symbol of his dominance. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry, not to give him the satisfaction of breaking her.

Teja continued his gentle exploration, either lost in his own world or deliberately disregarding Anbu's growing unease. His touch was light as a feather, his lips brushing against Nalini's temple and the curve of her eye. Anbu shifted restlessly, a low rumble building in his chest, but Teja seemed oblivious. Nalini, however, was intensely aware of the tension between them, and yet, as she clung to the sensation of Teja's touch, she felt a fragile sense of comfort wash over her. It was as if he was offering her a different kind of language, a hesitant solace in the midst of the storm brewing around them.

"Teja..." Anbu's voice was low, a warning. Teja's fingers, still tracing paths of tentative grace, now tangled softly in the hair at the nape of Nalini's neck. A ripple of unexpected warmth shot through her, a stark contrast to the chill of Anbu's presence.

Teja's lips found her cheek, a whisper of warmth against the cool skin. "Relax," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her skin. Nalini felt a bewildering mix of emotions warring within her. The icy fear Anbu sparked, a simmering, possessive rage she knew well, was battling with a tentative, bewildering pull towards Teja's unexpected gentleness. A fragile whisper of perhaps, maybe... something else. Her heart hammered against her ribs, caught between dread and a confusing, nascent hope. She remained frozen, unsure which storm to brace herself against.

The fragile bubble of Teja's budding affection burst with a sharp, tearing sound. Rip! The sound was cruel, decisive. Nalini’s mind screamed, a silent, desperate "No!" trapped behind a wall of rising terror.

Anbu, his face devoid of emotion, slowly dragged the open scissor downwards, the cold steel edge whispering against her skin. An act of calculated intimidation. "Beautiful fabric, isn't it, Nalini?" he murmured, his voice a low rasp.

Rip! The petticoat tore violently, a gaping wound appearing from her hip to where the hem used to be. She flinched, as the fabric yield, a small gasp escaping her lips.

The immediate cold was a physical shock, the air a brutal caress on suddenly bare skin. Nalini clamped her eyes shut, feeling violated. “Anbu, please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Shame burned like fire in her cheeks. Her stomach churned, a nauseating cocktail of fear and humiliation. Tears welled, blurring her vision as she stared at the jagged tear.

Anbu chuckled, a cold sound that echoed in the room. "Look at you, Nalini,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. “So exposed. So…vulnerable."

She felt dissected, laid bare under a harsh, unforgiving light, completely at Anbu’s merciless whim. Helplessness washed over her, and she trembled as her gaze met tejas, who was staring into the ground, his silence as loud as the tearing fabric.

As Teja's kisses reached the delicate curve of her nose, Nalini felt a sudden jolt of tension, and she stiffened beneath him. "Anbu?" Teja's voice was low and questioning, his lips hesitating against her skin as he sensed the shift in atmosphere. Anbu's response was a low, menacing growl, the sound sending a shiver down Nalini's spine.

Teja's hands, which had been gentle and exploratory, now hovered in mid-air, uncertain. "Nalini?" he whispered, his eyes searching hers as he felt her body tense. Nalini's gaze flickered towards him, and she saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. "It's okay," he murmured, his touch soft and reassuring, a gentle pressure against her skin that felt like a lifeline.

Nalini's body tensed, a palpable chill radiating from Anbu who hadn't said a word but stood there like a statue of malevolence. Teja must have felt it too. His hands, which had been so gentle, hovered over her skin, unsure. Anbu shifted, the movement deliberate and menacing.

Anbu's voice cut through the moment, his tone cold and commanding. "Teja,..." Nalini felt a surge of fear at his words, and she tried to pull away from Teja, but he didn't immediately release her. Instead, he raised his head, his eyes locked on Anbu's, and Nalini saw a flash of conflict there.

"What are you doing, Anbu?" Teja asked, his voice low and even, but with a hint of challenge.

Anbu's response was a single, ominous word: "Next Stage." Nalini felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, and she tried to shrink away from him, but Teja's body still pinned her in place.

Teja's eyes never left Anbu's face, but his touch on Nalini's skin softened, becoming a gentle caress. "Nalini, are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Nalini's gaze darted towards him, and she saw the concern etched on his face. She tried to nod, but her body felt frozen, trapped between Teja's gentle touch and Anbu's oppressive dominance.

As the tension between the three of them hung in the air, Nalini felt like she was drowning, caught in a sea of conflicting emotions. Teja's eyes held hers, a fragile lifeline in the midst of the chaos, and for a moment, she felt a spark of connection with him, a sense of safety that she couldn't quite grasp. But Anbu's presence loomed over them, a dark and menacing force that threatened to extinguish the fragile bond between Nalini and Teja.

Nalini was now completely exposed and vulnerable, laid bare both physically and emotionally. She reclined, the cotton blouse she wore offering scant comfort, its top and bottom hooks deliberately undone, gaping open to reveal the absence of a bra beneath, leaving her chest and upper cleavage bare to the air and to the gaze of the men in the room. "Beautiful," Anbu murmured, his eyes roving over her exposed skin, making Nalini's cheeks burn with shame. Her lower body was even more exposed, her saree removed and crumpled on the floor beneath, the petticoat, once a modest layer, now ripped and discarded as a waste cloth, leaving her legs spread open.

Teja, who had earlier shown her tenderness, now stood by, his expression unreadable, as Anbu took center stage. "It seems our little Nalini is quite... responsive," Anbu sneered, nodding towards the butterfly massagers clamped cruelly to her inner thighs. Nalini felt a jolt of pain and humiliation as Anbu's words cut deep. The evidence of her arousal, unwilling and coerced, was starkly apparent in her damp panties, a further layer of humiliation. "Don't touch me!" Nalini wanted to shout, but her voice was caught in her throat.

Anbu chuckled, as if reading her mind. "You are ours now," he said, his voice dripping with dominance and cruelty. Nalini felt a chill run down her spine as she met Anbu's gaze, sensing the cold calculation behind his eyes. Teja shifted uncomfortably, but didn't intervene, his silence a harsh reminder of Nalini's helplessness.

The shame was a suffocating weight, pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe, each exposed inch of skin screaming her vulnerability. As Anbu reached out to touch her, Nalini flinched, her heart racing with fear. "No," she whispered, but it was a futile protest. Anbu's fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Let's make sure she's ready," he said, his voice low and menacing, leaving Nalini wondering what other torments lay in store for her.

[Chennai Veeran]

Very hot

[longindian_axe]

super..
waiting for next

[opheliyaa]

so nice one

[thunderbolt]

Update

[tharkibudda]

Wow, finally caught up with the updates...

As usual, slow seduction is doing great ..