Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

[girrich9486]

The bitch has already opened the legs to minister for husband. Nothing can change. Make all men fuck her to their happiness. Put tattoo as I am whore of three real men and the name of tony chris and pandey

Yes thanks bro

[girrich9486]

Hot hot hot ... mind blowing update bro....

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[Riyaps]

Story and narration are more than excellent. Made me waiting for an update the whole day. Can I expect the update now?

[Sotorkoho]

Bro please upload the continuation story of crusade of kavya in Agartala. We are waiting for your update of the story. Please update the story.

[Sotorkoho]

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[Shabaz123]

Bro please write the continuation of kavya in Agartala story.  We are waiting for YOUR update.

Perhaps the writer will start the 'Kavya' story after this one is completed.

[RedDranzar]

Please update.

[Shabaz123]

Waiting next update bro

[poorangyan]

Very well-written!

[girrich9486]

Thankyou all..



Today I will update... Next part..

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[chrisgale159]

choice 2

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After the Piercing
Tina left the small bay and closed the curtain behind her. Nisha stood alone for a moment, still in only her bra and panties, the new silver piercing warm and slightly tender in the centre of her navel. She picked up the short costume pieces from the chair and put them back on carefully. The thin sleeveless top and the high-cut lower piece felt different now with the metal sitting against her skin every time she breathed. She adjusted the fabric so it sat above the piercing, checked her face in the mirror once, and stepped out.
Spurthi and Taboo were already waiting in the short corridor outside. Both of them carried the same new mark in their navels. The three of them looked at each other without speaking for a few seconds. The shared experience of the selection, the knife, and the piercing hung between them. None of them looked fully relaxed.
“You okay?” Taboo asked quietly.
Nisha nodded once.
“Yes. You?”
Spurthi touched the area near her own piercing and gave a small, uncertain shrug.
They stood together, three women in the same short costumes, waiting for whatever came next. Nisha’s mind was already moving on two tracks at once. On the surface she stayed in character as Pooja, the replacement dancer who had been chosen and marked. Underneath, the real tension sat heavy. If anyone recognised her now, every step of the plan — the false death, the boat, the performance, the acceptance of the piercing — would collapse. She and Vidya would both be finished on this island. She kept her breathing even and her face calm while she turned over the same questions again and again: how to find the exact room, how to reach Vidya, how to get both of them out without triggering the whole compound.
Footsteps approached. Duke appeared at the end of the corridor, the same practical expression on his face as before.
“Ladies. Finished, yes? Come. I will show you the room. Tonight you take rest. Morning you will have a special time with the boss.” He laughed once, short and open.


But meanwhile he saw Nisha.. You damn hot for looking. What's your name? He asked.

She replied in a short voice "Pooja"

See Pooja your looks so hot... And he observed her tummy with deep navel pierced looking hot. And he touched there with two fingers. Hmmmmm slow moan escape from Nisha..

She is thinking " how a respectable married woman my self now I am treating like cheap whore  by them"..

And duke touched her here and there.... She felt most uncomfortable by his hands on her soft body..






He turned and walked. The three women followed.
The corridors inside the private side of the compound were deliberately confusing. Doors looked the same. Turns repeated. Soft lighting made depth hard to judge. Nisha tried to count left and right turns, to mark any window or vent or change in the floor, but the layout was built to erase memory. Spurthi walked close behind her. Taboo stayed a step ahead, still carrying some of the confidence she had shown on stage.
Then the sound reached them.
A woman’s voice — high, broken, continuous — echoed from somewhere lower in the building. Cries mixed with long, open moans. The sound rose and fell, then rose again, clear enough to stop Nisha mid-step.
She turned to Duke.
“What is happening? Who is crying?”
Duke barely slowed.
“That way,” he said, tipping his head toward a descending corridor. “Basement. Sex experiments room.”
Nisha’s stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?”
Duke glanced back at her with a small, amused look. And he held her soft lips and told
“A woman is being fucked hard there. She is an agent. She tried to destroy our boss. So the boss is giving her daily special treatment.” He laughed again. “Every day.”....


Spurthi and Taboo exchanged a quick, uneasy look. Neither of them spoke. Nisha’s hands closed into fists at her sides. The anger came up fast and hot, but she locked it behind the dancer’s face she was still wearing. The moans grew louder as they passed the head of the basement stairs — long, raw sounds that rose into a clear peak and then broke.
“Nooooo… haaaaa… mmmmmm… haaaaaa…”ohhhhhhhh I can't take it. Stop please..... Voices screams louder...
Nisha’s blood went cold and then hot again. She knew that voice. Even distorted by distance and intensity, she knew it. Vidya.
She stopped fully this time.
“Can I see that experiment?”


“Come.”

He turned and walked.












Duke turned and looked at her properly. Then he laughed, genuine and dismissive.
“You? Will you? No need. And no.”
He kept walking. The other two women hesitated, then followed. Nisha forced her feet to move. The echoes followed them for several more metres before the corridors turned again and the sound finally faded behind thicker walls.
Duke stopped at an unmarked door,.. There two guards are there.. They ask wow Duke sir. Super woman's they... The center one is super perfect. They refers Nisha only.. And one man slap her on her big ass.  But poor Nisha can't do anything except...



Duke stopped at an unmarked door, opened it, and stepped aside.
“Your room. Food is inside. Three beds. Luxury enough. Stay here tonight. Morning someone will come. Good night.”
He waited only long enough to see them enter, then closed the door and left.
The room was large and well-furnished. Three wide beds, low lighting, a table with covered dishes and bottles of water. Soft carpet. No windows. One other door that looked like a bathroom. The kind of room meant to make selected women feel rewarded and contained at the same time.
Spurthi sat down on the edge of the nearest bed as if her legs had given out. Taboo walked to the table and lifted a cover, more to have something to do than from hunger. Nisha stood in the centre of the room, fists still tight, the new piercing a small bright point of sensation every time she breathed.
Vidya was here. In the basement. Alive. And the sounds she had just heard made the reality of that captivity sharper than any report or video. The anger stayed, controlled and useful. Alongside it the planning started again, colder now: the layout of the corridors, the position of the basement stairs, the fact that Duke had refused her request without suspicion, the hours until morning when someone would come for them.
She walked to the far bed, sat, and began to unlace the thin stage shoes. Spurthi and Taboo watched her in silence for a moment, both still unsettled by the cries they had heard and by the casual way Duke had explained them.
“We should eat something,” Taboo said finally, voice quieter than usual.
Nisha nodded once, but her mind was already elsewhere — counting the turns back toward the basement, measuring the risk of moving at night, and holding the sound of her friend’s voice like a fixed point in the centre of the whole island.
Tomorrow the boss was supposed to come for them.
Tonight the corridors were quiet again.
And somewhere below, in a room Duke had called an experiment, Vidya was still there.
Nisha lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and began to build the next part of the plan in the dark......

[girrich9486]

After Duke left, Nisha checked the room carefully. Clothes, food, three large beds, a few candles, bright overhead lights. A simple suite meant to keep the selected women comfortable and contained. She did not rush. Her mind was already working through a strategic plan. This was the best chance she would get.
She sat with Spurthi and Taboo, spoke lightly, and made sure they all ate something and drank water. Energy would matter later. When the other two finally lay down and the room grew quiet, Nisha waited.
Half an hour passed. Their breathing settled into the steady rhythm of sleep. She rose without sound, checked the corners and the ceiling for cameras, and found none in this room. She verified that both women were fully asleep, then opened the door a fraction, slipped into the corridor, and closed it behind her without a click.
The private side of the compound was a maze of similar doors and soft lighting. She moved slowly, staying close to the walls, watching for camera angles and listening for footsteps. Every turn was counted and memorised. Twenty minutes of careful progress brought her near a lower section where the air felt cooler and the lighting changed....

 She saw the two guards and she stops.. But they identify her and asked where you are going.. Then she pretend nothing inside sleep is not coming so I came outside..

But they thretend you should not come outside.. And she try to calm them with her smile and grin.. And next she attack on both each two strokes...


The private side of the compound was a maze of similar doors and soft lighting. She moved slowly, staying close to the walls, watching for camera angles and listening for footsteps. Every turn was counted and memorised. Twenty minutes of careful progress brought her near a lower section where the air felt cooler and the lighting changed.
Bars closed off a stretch of corridor. Beyond them lay a set of rooms. From one of them came the clear sound of a woman’s voice — heavy, continuous, strained. Nisha recognised it at once. Vidya.
She stopped in the shadows, heart hard and steady, and took in what she could without stepping into the open: the barred barrier, the position of the door, the fact that at least one room beyond was occupied and active, and that her friend was still alive inside that space. Anger and focus settled over her in equal measure. She did not rush the bars. She noted the lock type, the camera coverage on the approach, and the distance back to the suite where Spurthi and Taboo still slept.
The mission had a fixed point now. Vidya was here, behind that barrier. The next moves would have to be precise, quiet, and timed for when the corridors were emptiest.
Nisha backed away the same way she had come, still unseen, already building the rest of the plan around the barred door and the voice she had confirmed was her friend’s......





  And finally she found the basement area from which the echoes are coming... So she secretly and noiseless slow entered the basement. In that first room big and large.. There room outside bars are occupied but locked inside. And two men stand near a woman. The woman tied both hands and legs on bed.. X shape.. They giving her full fuck and torture her...


Nisha got shocked to see she is none of her friend Vidya only.. She so petued on her how they are fucking her  mercyles.then  She identify Some of members coming.. She immediately hide in dark.. When she observing The christopher coming with a glass of wine in his hand and in the drunken state he came.. Along with two guards..



And opened that cell but not closed behind after they entered.. Nisha cleverly thought this is right time.. But when he entered in that cell.. He shouting her mother bitch how dare you to come in this island and you try to destroy us.. Now you look yourself how you daily used by us.. Ha ha ha he laughs in drink...



Christopher stood at the foot of the bed with a glass in one hand, shirt open, eyes dark with drink and focus. Two of the men who usually stayed for these sessions waited near the wall, watching only because she had allowed an audience before and had not withdrawn the permission.
“You came here to destroy this place,” Christopher said, voice low and amused. “Look at you now.”
Vidya held his gaze....



He set the glass down, climbed onto the bed, and pushed two fingers into her in one slow, firm stroke. She was already wet. A long sound left her throat — “Hmmmmm…” — open and unforced. He worked her with practiced pressure, curling, thrusting, using the exact rhythm she had asked for on other nights. Her hips lifted to meet his hand. The cuffs kept her arms above her head the way she liked when she wanted to feel held without having to hold back.
“Haaa… yes… like that…”
He went faster. The wet sound of his fingers filled the small room. Vidya’s back arched. Her breasts rose and fell hard. Within minutes the pleasure tightened and broke. She came with a raw, rising cry, body pulling against the soft restraints, thighs shaking around his wrist.
Christopher slowed but did not stop completely. He watched her face through the aftershocks.
“How many is that?”organisms made her...???
“Seven,” the man told.. It's 7th sir today...  still breathing hard.....


Haaa haaa another three should get.... He told..


He lifted his wet fingers to her mouth. She opened for him and cleaned them without being told, eyes half-closed, the taste of herself on her tongue. The two men near the wall shifted but did not move closer; the boundary for tonight had already been set.
From the corridor beyond the barred approach, Nisha had reached the same stretch of shadows she had mapped earlier. She heard the voice — clearly Vidya’s, clearly lost in pleasure rather than pain — and stopped. The recognition hit her with relief and confusion at the same time. Her friend was alive. Her friend was also, from the sound of it, a unwilling submission participant in whatever was happening behind that door.
Nisha stayed hidden, recalculating.  She marked the door, the bars, the camera angles, and the fact that Christopher was inside and drinking. Then she eased back the way she had come, still unseen, already adjusting the plan: wait for a cleaner window, find a way to speak to Vidya alone, and get them both out when the choice was clear and the compound was quiet.
Inside the room Christopher reached for the glass again, then for her, and Vidya opened her legs wider in open invitation. The night  Outside, in the dark corridor, her friend began the longer work of turning a rescue into an extraction that would not destroy the consent Vidya was still claiming as her own......

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[chrisgale159]

She as to be trapped and get pregnant by them and released and she tells her husband his child and give birth to the child

[Chinni9]

Excellent writing ✍️ go with same flow waiting for big upda

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[Shabaz123]

Superb excellent update....Now things are about to get even more exciting... how will Nishi manage to rescue Vidya from that room and escape? And how will she get off this island? Or will she get caught and tortured just like Vidya?

[Shabaz123]

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