12-10-2024, 08:07 PM
Chapter 22: The First Reward: Part 2
With a thunderous thud, the massive wooden doors to a hall swung open, echoing through the vast space. Three men stepped inside—their footsteps heavy on the cold stone floor. The first man led, tall and imposing, followed closely by two others, each gripping the arms of a struggling and screaming Sanju. Her small body hung between them as they dragged her forward like a rag doll.
"Leave me you bastards, you'll regret it once my brother comes to know about it," Sanju screamed.
Without a trace of compassion, they ignored her desperate warnings and forcefully threw Sanju into the center of the hall. She hit the ground hard, her body skidding across the stone floor before coming to a stop. A low groan of pain escaped her lips, but her suffering was met with nothing but indifference from the ominous figure lounging leisurely on a chair in the middle of the hall - Saad Hasan.
Saad Hasan sat reclined in an opulent wooden chair, surrounded by a cloud of thick, fragrant smoke from the hukkah he puffed on lazily. His eyes barely flickered toward the scene unfolding before him, as if it were a mere annoyance interrupting his morning. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the ornate armrest, the bubbling of the hukkah the only sound accompanying Sanju’s shallow breaths and the occasional crackle of embers.
"Saad bhai, this is the nosy bitch you wanted," the leader of the men said. There was a hardness in his tone, though—an edge that hinted at the violence he was all too familiar with.
Saad raised a hand, not even bothering to look up, signaling for the men to leave. They obeyed instantly, retreating from the hall without a word, leaving only Sanju and Saad in the suffocating silence. The door slammed shut behind them, the final echo fading away.
The room seemed to shrink as Saad leaned forward in his chair, his eyes now narrowing on Sanju. He took a long, deliberate drag from the hukkah before exhaling a thick plume of smoke into the air. It curled and swirled above his head like a serpent, as menacing as the man who sat below it.
"Do you know why you're here, girl?" Saad Hasan's voice was low, smooth, yet carried an unmistakable threat, like a predator toying with its prey before the kill.
Sanju, reeling from the searing pain and burning anger, defiantly ignored his question, her eyes locking onto his with a glare that radiated hatred.
"I asked you a question, you little cunt!" Saad Hasan's voice erupted, shattering the eerie calm as he lunged forward. His large, rough hand grabbed a fistful of Sanju’s hair, yanking her head back violently. A scream of agony tore through her throat, but her eyes remained filled with defiance.
"Because you're terrified of being exposed by a girl like me," Sanju spat out, her voice trembling but sharp as she struggled against his iron grip.
A twisted smile spread across Saad Hasan's face, his dark eyes narrowing in amusement. "Hahahaha...," he laughed, his mirth chilling. "You've got courage, I’ll give you that. I like girls with fire. Especially when they're so fresh and... nubile. Tell me are you a virgin girl?" His voice turned thick with lust as his gaze roamed slowly over her body, his intentions dripping with vile insinuations.
Thoo!!
Sanju spat directly in his face, her disgust boiling over. "You’re filthier and uglier than the rumors. But I’m not scared of you," she snarled, her voice a mixture of rage and revulsion.
Saad Hasan’s smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, murderous glare. Slowly, deliberately, he wiped her spit from his face. "Oh, but you should be scared, girl." His voice was soft but laced with venom. Rising from his chair, he moved with terrifying calmness, his presence filling the room with dread. He wrapped his hand tighter in her hair, lifting her off the ground effortlessly, her feet dangling inches from the floor. Sanju's entire body was suspended by her hair, and she let out a strangled gasp of pain.
"The rumors? They don't do me justice. Let me show you how ugly I can really get." His voice dropped to a growl, the weight of his words suffocating her, his bloodshot eyes burning into hers.
"Let me go, you monster!" Sanju screamed, panic finally creeping into her voice as the searing pain in her scalp grew unbearable. "If you lay a finger on me, you and your goons will regret it! My brother will—"
Her threat was cut off with brutal suddenness. Saad Hasan’s fist slammed into her stomach with the force of a sledgehammer. The air was knocked out of her lungs in a single, breathless gasp, her body folding under the impact. She could barely scream, only a choked sob escaped her lips as the pain exploded through her small frame.
Her body was flung across the room, crashing to the floor by the very door she had entered through. The force of the punch had torn a handful of her hair from her scalp, which now hung like a grotesque trophy in Saad Hasan’s clenched fist. He stood there, breathing heavily, his gaze locked on Sanju as she lay crumpled on the cold floor, gasping for breath.
"You see, girl," he said quietly, his voice low and deadly, "your brother won't be able to save you. No one will." He tossed the clump of hair to the ground as if discarding something worthless, his eyes still fixed on her trembling form. "You're mine now. And by the time I’m done with you, your own mother won't be able to recognize you. If you had kept your mouth closed there was a little hope for you. But by pissing me off you have dug your own grave."
Sanju clutched her stomach, her entire body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. The pain was overwhelming, a searing, relentless agony that pulsed through her core. Each shallow breath felt like shards of glass slicing through her lungs, and her vision blurred with tears. Her mind reeled, trying to hold onto consciousness, but the pain was all-consuming, drowning out every other sensation.
Within seconds, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from the pit of her stomach, crashing over her. Her throat tightened, and with a sickening, loud pop, she vomited, her body heaving as she gasped desperately for air between spasms and with one final, strangled breath, Sanju’s body went limp. The world around her dissolved into darkness, and her trembling form collapsed to the floor, unconscious, the sound of her gasping breaths fading into silence.
"Take her away and clean her up," Saad commanded, his voice booming through the hall. Without hesitation, two women entered, lifting Sanju's limp body and carrying her inside. "She'd better be ready for my entertainment by evening," he added with a chilling finality.
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"Are you sure she'll be there today?" Hitesh asked again, his voice laced with eagerness. He wanted to be certain, absolutely certain, that everything would go according to plan.
"Definitely," Alokk replied, his voice full of confidence. "Her driver is from my village. I got him drunk last night and squeezed out all the details of her schedule." His smirk widened, savoring the thrill of control.
"Alright then, it's on. Just make sure to give me 10-15 minutes" Hitesh gleamed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. The anticipation was palpable.
Alokk leaned back, cracking his knuckles as though he was already savoring the victory. "You just get your equipment ready, and leave the rest to me. I'll bring her to the room somehow." His voice was calm, calculating, as if everything was already playing out in his mind.
"But what if she's not alone?" Hitesh’s brow furrowed, his mind jumping to a worst-case scenario. "What if that Patode fellow is with her? That guy’s a trouble."
Alokk laughed, waving the concern off as if it were trivial. "Patode? That wild bull? Don't worry about him. I'll handle him. He might be all tough and brash, but I know how to deal with types like him. I'll make sure he's out of the picture."
Hitesh nodded, but there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes. He knew how slippery these situations could get. "Alokk bro, if everything happens as planned... let me have a go at her too, please," Hitesh added with a coy smile, a hint of greed creeping into his voice. He tried to sound casual, but the hunger was clear.
Alokk turned to him with a smug grin, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Patience, my friend," he said, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance. "Let us first trap her completely before Swapnil returns from his uncle's house. I’ll make him regret for humiliating me. Once I've broken her, once she’s completely under my control... then, you can do whatever you want with her. After all, she’s nothing more than a high-class whore." Alokk's words dripped with venom as he chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying his power over the situation.
Hitesh couldn’t help but smile at Alokk’s words, his own excitement bubbling up. "Thanks, bro," he replied, joining in Alokk's laughter.
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"Thank you so much, sir! I’ll personally ensure that you have no trouble whatsoever in operating the account," Shipra said, her voice brimming with excitement as she received the cheque of Rs. 5.00 crore from Mr. Deshmukh, the president of Zilla Parishad, Amruj. Her hands trembled slightly with the thrill of closing such a substantial deal. "I’ll personally monitor everything and assist with its operation."
Mr. Deshmukh gave a measured nod, his gaze shifting briefly to Patode before settling back on Shipra. "I’m sure you will," he said, his tone firm yet with an undertone of expectation. "Mr. Patode here has been quite persuasive in convincing me to hand this account over to your branch, despite many other banks offering quite enticing gifts. Make sure you reward him appropriately," Deshmukh added with a commanding authority that left little room for negotiation.
Shipra smiled politely, though something about Deshmukh’s tone made her stomach churn. "We will not disappoint you, sir. And yes, I will ensure he is rewarded handsomely," she replied, her voice steady, but inwardly she felt slightly unsettled.
Patode, standing by, couldn’t resist adding his own comment, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I’m sure I’ll be rewarded very well, sir. Madam here has promised to personally see to it."
Deshmukh glanced at his watch and stood up to leave. "Alright, now if you’ll excuse me, I have an important meeting to attend. Please complete the formalities at your end and provide my PA with all the necessary details."
"Of course, sir," Shipra replied, folding her hands in a respectful Namaste. "We will take our leave as well." She motioned for Patode to follow as they both headed out of the room.
As they made their way to the car, Patode's mischievous smile returned. "So, where should we head now?" he asked, his voice laced with insinuation.
"Obviously, back to Kasegoan," Shipra responded, not catching his tone. Her eyes were still locked on the cheque in her hand, her mind spinning with thoughts of what this sum would mean for the branch’s business. "I won't be satisfied until this amount is reflected in our branch’s accounts. I’ve already informed the controlling office about the deal, and I made sure your name is mentioned in the appreciation letter, Patode," she said, her excitement evident.
Patode chuckled, but his eyes held a different kind of eagerness. "I don’t care much about any appreciation letters, Shipra ma’am," he said, leaning in slightly, his tone turning suggestive. "I’m far more interested in the reward you’ve promised me. I think I know exactly what I want."
Shipra’s excitement dimmed slightly, irritation creeping into her voice. "Let’s focus on getting back to the branch first, Patode. Your reward can wait."
She glanced around the parking lot. "Where’s Bahadur?" she asked, scanning for their driver, but the car sat there unattended.
Patode’s grin widened as he casually walked over to the driver’s seat. Without a word, he slid in behind the wheel, leaving Shipra momentarily confused. "At your service, madam," he said, a teasing chuckle escaping his lips. "Please, have a seat."
Shipra’s expression tightened in frustration. "What is this, Patode? Where is Bahadur?" Her voice held a note of irritation as she stood by the passenger door, waiting for an explanation.
Patode leaned back slightly, his grin growing even more pronounced. "I gave him the day off," he said smoothly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "He was disturbing our... privacy."
Shipra narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not amused by his forwardness. "This is not funny, Patode. We have work to do. We don't time for this."
But Patode only shrugged, still smiling, a sense of control creeping into his demeanor.
"I’m saving you time, ma’am," Patode said with a smug smile as he started the car. "This way, I can get my reward and still make sure we reach the branch on time. Now, hop in. Front seat, please."
Shipra let out a heavy sigh, the irritation clear on her face, but she knew arguing further would only prolong this nonsense. Begrudgingly, she opened the passenger door and slid into the front seat, her movements sharp with frustration. "Happy now?" she muttered, glancing sideways at Patode. "Let’s just go."
Patode's grin widened as he sped out of the parking lot, clearly satisfied with his control over the situation. The road stretched ahead as they made their way toward Kasegoan. Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Shipra, while thrilled about securing the funds that would elevate her image in the eyes of management, now dreaded what Patode had in mind for his "reward." Trying to divert the conversation, she decided to change the topic.
"Patode, we also need to meet with the women of the village soon. They must be prepared to give their statements. When do you think we can arrange that?" she asked, hoping to shift his focus.
Patode responded casually, though his true intentions were hidden behind his words. "We’ll get to that, but first, I’ll need to review all the data you’ve gathered. That way, I can help guide them properly." His response, though sounding helpful, was a calculated move to ensure that he had control over the evidence Shipra had collected, positioning himself to mislead her as he pleased. "But let’s leave all that for later," he added smoothly. "I’ve done my part, and as per our arrangement, it’s time for my reward."
Shipra felt a knot tightening in her stomach. "It’s not the right time or place, Patode," she said, trying to resist his growing demands.
Patode’s confidence didn’t waver. "This is the perfect place, Shipra. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a little fun in a car before, either with your husband or your ex?" His tone was smug, ignoring her objections. He knew that in this moment, he held the upper hand.
Shipra remained silent, not opposing his inference. Her quietness emboldened Patode further.
"Why are you resisting the inevitable, Shipra?" Patode's voice was smooth, laced with manipulation. "You know there's no way out for you without my help. Instead of treating this as a mere obligation or part of some arrangement, why not... enjoy it? Like I and Namrata do." His words dripped with sleaze, each syllable carefully chosen to get under her skin. "I know you're on edge, holding back, afraid to lose control. You're scared that if you give in, you'll lose yourself—everything you’ve worked so hard to build just like in the past. But..." He paused, sensing he was starting to break through.
Shipra's gaze, previously distant, slowly shifted toward him. His carefully crafted words had stirred something within her, playing on her insecurities and doubts.
"But what, Patode?" she asked, her voice edged with curiosity.
"But I'm not like your ex, Shipra," Patode began, his tone calm yet calculated. "I respect your boundaries, and I get where you’re coming from. That’s why I agreed to your terms—letting you set the pace, even though we both know I have the upper hand. I could push things further, but I haven’t. You know I hold all the cards here, yet I’ve chosen to follow your lead."
He paused, studying her reaction, sensing the cracks in her defenses. His voice softened, growing more persuasive. "I don't have a fish to fry, I am doing it because I admire your strength, your ability to hold your ground despite everything. I just want you to trust me more, to let go a little. We could enjoy this fling while you’re here, without all the tension. It doesn’t have to be a battle."
"I get what you're saying, Patode, but this is wrong—what we're doing, what you're making me do," Shipra said softly, guilt weighing heavy on her as she avoided his gaze.
"I'm not making you do anything, Shipra. You suggested this arrangement because you don’t want your physical cravings to take over completely. You're just buying time, hoping to figure out another way out of our situation," Patode replied casually, hitting a nerve.
Shipra turned to him, startled, like someone caught in the act.
"Don’t be surprised, Shipra. I’m not just some lust-driven man. I’ve had plenty of experience with women, and I understand how they think. Honestly, I admire your strategy—it’s smart. But let me be clear: there’s no other way. The best path forward is to let go of your inhibitions and enjoy the physical bliss I can give you, the pleasure you're not getting from your husband. I’ll handle all your professional issues, ensuring that by the time you leave Kasegoan, you're satisfied both physically and professionally."
"And don’t forget, I only made a move on you because you showed me your wild side that Sunday night. Since then, you've admitted your own cravings, wanting the same pleasure I give Namrata every day," Patode added, laying the truth out plainly.
"I'll think about it, Patode," Shipra said, her mind conflicted as she pondered over his words. Despite their vulgarity, they had a way of exposing the truth she was trying to suppress. Unbeknownst to her, his subtle manipulation was gradually chipping away at her defenses, leaving her torn between maintaining control and surrendering to her unspoken desires.
"No hurry ma'am, take your time. I would love to hear if you change your mind and decide to enjoy yourself," Patode said as he slowed the car down, Patode’s gaze shifted from the road to her lingering over her body, his eyes filled with lechery as they scanned her traditional attire. "But what I really loved today were those small panties you were about to wear this morning," he said, his voice low and predatory. "I suppose you’re wearing the same ones now, aren’t you?" His eyes dropped to her lap, undressing her in his mind.
"Shut up, Patode. Focus on the road," Shipra snapped, her irritation clear.
"Come on, Shipra, don’t be so stiff after we had such a deep conversation. You know I won’t let you off the hook without taking my reward." His voice hardened, his tone serious now. "Lift your saree. Let me see those sexy, milky thighs and drop your panties."
Shipra’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What kind of nonsense is this, Patode? You can’t be serious. How do you expect me to do that here?" Her voice was a mix of shock and disbelief at his brazen demand.
"The windows are tinted, Shipra," Patode said, unfazed. "No one will see us. And don’t act so innocent. I’m sure you’ve had your fun in a car before, with your ex or your husband. I’m right, aren’t I?" His eyes were locked on her, waiting for her reaction as the car came to a stop.
Shipra’s silence only fueled Patode’s confidence. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny that he had guessed correctly.
"See? I knew it," Patode said, his grin growing wider. "You were a wild one. I’d love to see that side of you. And don’t worry so much. No one will notice whether you’re wearing your panties or not. If I’d asked for your bra, that would’ve been a different story," he chuckled darkly, finding amusement in his own vulgar joke. "Now, hurry up, ma’am. Once you do this, we’ll move on to the second part of my reward."
Shipra glared at him, her anger bubbling over. "Second part? I’m not going to entertain every one of your demands, Patode." Her voice was sharp, but beneath it was the uncertainty of how far he would push.
Patode waved off her concerns with a dismissive gesture, growing a little impatient. "You think having just having your panties will pacify my loin? Just do as I say. I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done before." He leaned closer, his gaze darkening with lust and frustration. "I've been going easy on you. If you don't want to play all these little games, then why don't we just cut to the chase? Let me fuck you and end it once and for all," he suggested, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Shipra's breath hitched at the audacity of his words. His brazenness left her momentarily speechless. She knew that Patode was holding the power in this situation and hence reluctantly, Shipra glanced out of the car window, checking her surroundings. Everything seemed normal—no prying eyes, no one close enough to see what was happening inside the vehicle. Slowly, she gave in, lifting her saree with trembling hands, exposing her smooth legs. Patode’s eyes lit up with delight, his breathing quickening in anticipation.
As Shipra hesitated, her mind racing, she raised the saree further, now pulling it above her knees. She could feel his gaze burning into her, devouring every inch of exposed skin. Gritting her teeth, she lifted herself slightly off the seat, gathering the saree behind her. Her hands shakily moved to the waistband of her panties, her heart pounding in her chest as Patode’s grin widened in twisted satisfaction.
Shipra’s hands hovered over the waistband of her panties, her fingers trembling as she contemplated the degrading act Patode was demanding. But with their indecent arrangement she knew something like this was bound to happen.
Patode’s eyes, glistening with perverse delight, stayed locked on her every move. "That’s it, Shipra," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’re doing great. Just a little more, and we’ll be done with the first part."
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes, trying to block out the disgust and shame flooding through her. Slowly, she tugged at the waistband, loosening the delicate fabric from her hips. Patode leaned in closer, his breath shallow as his anticipation grew, but Shipra refused to meet his gaze. Her hands shook as she began to pull the panties down her thighs, her heart pounding in her chest, each movement filled with dread.
"Isn’t it thrilling?" he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He shifted in his seat, licking his lips in anticipation. With her saree bunched up around her waist and her panties now hanging loosely around her ankles, Shipra’s lower body lay bare before him, exposed in the most humiliating way. The car’s dim interior offered a tinge of privacy, but the forbidden act they were engaged in heightened the tension in the air.
Patode’s gaze remained glued to her body, his eyes drinking in the sight. From his vantage point, he had a tantalizing side view of her smooth, naked thighs and her hips, vulnerable in this intimate position. "You won’t admit it, Shipra," Patode whispered, his voice lowering into a hoarse growl, "but this vulgar act, right here, out in the open, with someone who isn’t your husband… it must be giving you a kind of excitement you’ve never felt before, doesn’t it? A forbidden thrill?"
His hand slid up her thigh, rough fingertips grazing her skin as he moved with a slow, deliberate touch. His fingers trailed higher, reaching the curve of her hips, caressing the exposed flesh as if savoring every moment. Shipra’s body tensed under his touch, her mind clouded by fear and disgust, but the reality of their situation kept her frozen.
"Now," Patode’s voice hardened, a commanding edge entering his tone as he squeezed her hips possessively. "Hand over the panty. We need to move on to the next part of my reward."
Feeling the weight of his demand, she complied, slowly slipping her feet out of the flimsy material. The panties slid off easily, a final symbol of her helplessness in this twisted game. She handed them over, her movements mechanical, her mind numbed by the humiliation.
But Patode wasn’t finished. Without warning, he caught her hands, his grip firm and unrelenting as he yanked her toward him. The sudden force caused Shipra to lose her balance, her body jerking toward him in a startled motion. He purse and all the documents all fell down. Before she could protest, his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was forceful, aggressive, leaving her no time to react.
Shipra’s body stiffened in shock, her mind scrambling to process what was happening. Patode’s hands moved with urgency, one hand curling around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other cupped the back of her head, preventing any attempt to pull away. His lips pressed against hers in a hungry, possessive kiss, deepening the contact with each passing second.
Shipra’s heart raced as she struggled to maintain her balance. The leather seat beneath her was slippery, her saree still bunched around her waist, leaving her in a vulnerable and awkward position. Instinctively, she shifted to her knees, trying to steady herself, but in doing so, she only moved closer to Patode. Her knees pressed into the seat, her body leaning toward him, completely at his mercy.
Patode’s grip tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips never leaving hers. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more insistent, as if he was trying to consume her entirely. Shipra’s hands instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to create some distance, but he was relentless, refusing to let her go.
As Patode’s hand glided down Shipra’s back, tracing the contours of her hips and buttocks, his touch grew more possessive. His fingers explored her as though her body belonged to him, caressing and squeezing her bubble butt with a disturbing sense of entitlement. The grip tightened briefly, making Shipra wince internally as his hand crept further down, inching toward her most private area.
The moment his fingers brushed close to her fanny, something snapped inside Shipra. Despite the oppressive power dynamic that had held her frozen in place until now, she found a small surge of resistance. Breaking the kiss abruptly, she pushed herself slightly away from Patode, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.
"Not there, Patode," she breathed, her voice shaky but firm. Her eyes locked with his, a mixture of defiance and fear swirling in her gaze.
Patode, momentarily taken aback by her resistance, smirked. His fingers paused, retreating slightly but still maintaining their grip on her buttocks. He chuckled softly, his breath still labored from the intensity of their earlier kiss. "Alright, Shipra," he murmured, his voice dripping with mock understanding. "We don’t have to go there… yet." His hand, however, remained firmly on her backside, lightly stroking and squeezing her flesh, unwilling to fully relinquish control.
"Then let’s do something you’re more comfortable with," he added in a breathless tone, his eyes narrowing with lust. His free hand moved toward his lap as he unzipped his fly, the sound of the zipper filling the car’s tense silence. In one smooth motion, Patode pulled out his erect monster cock, his movements deliberate and shameless. His eyes glimmered with the same perverse hunger as before, fully aware of the power he held over her in this moment.
"Suck it," he commanded, his tone casual but laced with the same dominance that had characterized his actions all along. He reached down with his free hand, lightly spanking her bare ass in a twisted show of control. "Just like you did the last time… while I enjoy playing with your chubby little ass. And make sure to make me cum before we reach the branch," Patode shifted again in his seat starting to drive towards Kasegoan.
Shipra found herself in an incredibly humiliating position, her face mere inches away from Patode’s throbbing cock. The situation had spiraled far beyond her control, but a mix of shame and unacknowledged arousal stirred within her, complicating her emotions. She hesitated, but as Patode’s lecherous eyes remained fixed on her, silently demanding submission, she knew she had no escape. Sighing in defeat, she slowly opened her lips, lowering her mouth onto him, inch by inch, feeling the warm skin of his shaft slide between her lips as she took him deeper.
"Yeahhhh... That's it," Patode groaned, his voice dripping with pleasure. He tilted his head back, relishing the control he had over her. "It's a whole new level of excitement, isn’t it? Making you do things you’d never dream of doing with your husband. I can tell you’re loving it, Shipra," he added, his hips thrusting forward, pushing himself further into her mouth, testing her limits.
"Deeper... Take it all the way... Gag on it, Shipra... Show me how much you love my cock," he grunted, bucking his hips aggressively as more of his length disappeared into her warm mouth. He reveled in her discomfort, in the power he held over her in this moment. His eyes remained locked on her face, enjoying every flicker of resistance and the eventual submission in her eyes.
Just as Patode was reaching the height of his pleasure, his phone began to ring. The sound cut through the car like an unwelcome intrusion. He ignored it at first, groaning in frustration, but the phone continued to ring, persistent and loud, breaking his concentration. His annoyance grew with each ring.
"Who the fuck is this?!" Patode cursed, yanking his phone out of his pocket. His face twisted with irritation as he glanced at the screen. With a growl, he answered, not wanting to stop the intimate moment, but clearly forced to.
"What do you want?" he barked into the phone, his voice filled with irritation. "I’m busy right now, call me later!" he snapped, but something on the other end of the line caught his attention.
Patode’s expression shifted from annoyance to surprise. "What? Are you sure?" His tone became urgent, serious. "Alright, alright, just wait there. Don’t do anything until I get there," he said, his demeanor changing completely. He hung up the phone quickly, his mind now occupied with the situation at hand.
Sensing the shift in his focus, Shipra took the opportunity to free herself. She quickly pulled away, her lips parting from his cock as she wiped her mouth, trying to regain some composure. The abrupt interruption had given her a chance to escape his clutches.
"Who told you to stop?" Patode barked, his voice sharp and filled with frustration. His pleasure had been cut short, and he clearly wasn’t happy about it.
"You’ve got something important to deal with, don’t you?" Shipra replied, her voice calm but laced with relief. She straightened her saree, smoothing the fabric back down over her legs and adjusting her hair, trying to make herself look presentable again. "Besides, you’re distracted not in a condition to claim your reward," she added, gesturing subtly toward his now-flaccid cock, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Patode glared at her, annoyed by the turn of events but unable to deny the urgency of the call. "Damn it, I can’t catch a break with you," he muttered, zipping his pants back up, his frustration evident in every movement. "But don’t worry, we’ll pick up right where we left off this evening. I’m not done with you, Shipra. Just wait until—"
Suddenly, a loud POP interrupted his arrogant rant. The sound of a tire bursting echoed through the air, followed immediately by the hiss of air escaping rapidly.
PSSSSSSTTTT.
Patode’s eyes widened in alarm as the car lurched violently to one side. He instinctively gripped the steering wheel, trying to regain control, but it was too late. The car veered off the road, skidding on the gravel shoulder as the blown tire sent them careening toward the edge of the road. The car bounced and jerked before coming to an abrupt halt just inches from crashing into a tree on the side of the road.
Shipra screamed, her hands flying to the dashboard to brace herself as the car came to a jarring stop. Papers, bags, and everything else inside the car were thrown into disarray, scattering all over the seats and floor. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps as she tried to steady herself. The terror of the near-crash had erased all the degrading tension of moments earlier.
For a moment, there was silence inside the car, both of them stunned by the sudden turn of events. Suddenly, a sharp knock on the window on Shipra's side broke the stillness. She snapped out of her daze and turned to see who it was.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Alokk asked from the other side, his voice laced with concern.
Shipra nodded weakly, still shaken. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, grateful for the interruption.
"Are you hurt? Should we head to the hospital?" Alokk asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury.
"I don’t think so," Shipra replied, taking a quick glance at herself, trying to gather her composure. "But what are you doing here?" she asked, still trying to make sense of everything.
"Oh, nothing really. I was just passing by and saw that your car had a blown tire. It seemed like you lost control, so I wanted to check if everything was okay," Alokk explained, hiding a smug grin of triumph, pleased that his plan was unfolding as expected.
"Damn it!" Patode cursed from the other side of the car, frustration evident in his voice. "Don’t worry, Shipra ma'am. I’ll call a taxi for you, and I’ll send Bahadur to get the car fixed. I’ve got an urgent matter to deal with myself," Patode said, trying to salvage the situation.
"No need, Patode ji," Alokk interjected quickly. "I’m heading in that direction anyway. I’ll drop ma'am off at the branch. No trouble at all."
"Come on, Shipra ma'am, grab your things. You must be getting late," Alokk added, eager to whisk her away before Patode could object further.
Relieved to be able to escape Patode, Shipra quickly reached into the car, gathering her belongings that were scattered across the floor. She grabbed her phone, the documents, and even her white cotton panties, shoving them discreetly into her handbag before stepping out.
Patode, though irritated, realized he had more pressing matters to attend to. With a resigned sigh, he called a taxi and headed back to Amruj, leaving Shipra and Alokk to depart on his bike.
"Get ready, I’m on my way with this high-class whore," Alokk texted Hitesh, attaching a discreet photo of Shipra from behind before starting the bike and heading out with her.
End of Chapter 22: The First Reward: Part 2
With a thunderous thud, the massive wooden doors to a hall swung open, echoing through the vast space. Three men stepped inside—their footsteps heavy on the cold stone floor. The first man led, tall and imposing, followed closely by two others, each gripping the arms of a struggling and screaming Sanju. Her small body hung between them as they dragged her forward like a rag doll.
"Leave me you bastards, you'll regret it once my brother comes to know about it," Sanju screamed.
Without a trace of compassion, they ignored her desperate warnings and forcefully threw Sanju into the center of the hall. She hit the ground hard, her body skidding across the stone floor before coming to a stop. A low groan of pain escaped her lips, but her suffering was met with nothing but indifference from the ominous figure lounging leisurely on a chair in the middle of the hall - Saad Hasan.
Saad Hasan sat reclined in an opulent wooden chair, surrounded by a cloud of thick, fragrant smoke from the hukkah he puffed on lazily. His eyes barely flickered toward the scene unfolding before him, as if it were a mere annoyance interrupting his morning. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the ornate armrest, the bubbling of the hukkah the only sound accompanying Sanju’s shallow breaths and the occasional crackle of embers.
"Saad bhai, this is the nosy bitch you wanted," the leader of the men said. There was a hardness in his tone, though—an edge that hinted at the violence he was all too familiar with.
Saad raised a hand, not even bothering to look up, signaling for the men to leave. They obeyed instantly, retreating from the hall without a word, leaving only Sanju and Saad in the suffocating silence. The door slammed shut behind them, the final echo fading away.
The room seemed to shrink as Saad leaned forward in his chair, his eyes now narrowing on Sanju. He took a long, deliberate drag from the hukkah before exhaling a thick plume of smoke into the air. It curled and swirled above his head like a serpent, as menacing as the man who sat below it.
"Do you know why you're here, girl?" Saad Hasan's voice was low, smooth, yet carried an unmistakable threat, like a predator toying with its prey before the kill.
Sanju, reeling from the searing pain and burning anger, defiantly ignored his question, her eyes locking onto his with a glare that radiated hatred.
"I asked you a question, you little cunt!" Saad Hasan's voice erupted, shattering the eerie calm as he lunged forward. His large, rough hand grabbed a fistful of Sanju’s hair, yanking her head back violently. A scream of agony tore through her throat, but her eyes remained filled with defiance.
"Because you're terrified of being exposed by a girl like me," Sanju spat out, her voice trembling but sharp as she struggled against his iron grip.
A twisted smile spread across Saad Hasan's face, his dark eyes narrowing in amusement. "Hahahaha...," he laughed, his mirth chilling. "You've got courage, I’ll give you that. I like girls with fire. Especially when they're so fresh and... nubile. Tell me are you a virgin girl?" His voice turned thick with lust as his gaze roamed slowly over her body, his intentions dripping with vile insinuations.
Thoo!!
Sanju spat directly in his face, her disgust boiling over. "You’re filthier and uglier than the rumors. But I’m not scared of you," she snarled, her voice a mixture of rage and revulsion.
Saad Hasan’s smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, murderous glare. Slowly, deliberately, he wiped her spit from his face. "Oh, but you should be scared, girl." His voice was soft but laced with venom. Rising from his chair, he moved with terrifying calmness, his presence filling the room with dread. He wrapped his hand tighter in her hair, lifting her off the ground effortlessly, her feet dangling inches from the floor. Sanju's entire body was suspended by her hair, and she let out a strangled gasp of pain.
"The rumors? They don't do me justice. Let me show you how ugly I can really get." His voice dropped to a growl, the weight of his words suffocating her, his bloodshot eyes burning into hers.
"Let me go, you monster!" Sanju screamed, panic finally creeping into her voice as the searing pain in her scalp grew unbearable. "If you lay a finger on me, you and your goons will regret it! My brother will—"
Her threat was cut off with brutal suddenness. Saad Hasan’s fist slammed into her stomach with the force of a sledgehammer. The air was knocked out of her lungs in a single, breathless gasp, her body folding under the impact. She could barely scream, only a choked sob escaped her lips as the pain exploded through her small frame.
Her body was flung across the room, crashing to the floor by the very door she had entered through. The force of the punch had torn a handful of her hair from her scalp, which now hung like a grotesque trophy in Saad Hasan’s clenched fist. He stood there, breathing heavily, his gaze locked on Sanju as she lay crumpled on the cold floor, gasping for breath.
"You see, girl," he said quietly, his voice low and deadly, "your brother won't be able to save you. No one will." He tossed the clump of hair to the ground as if discarding something worthless, his eyes still fixed on her trembling form. "You're mine now. And by the time I’m done with you, your own mother won't be able to recognize you. If you had kept your mouth closed there was a little hope for you. But by pissing me off you have dug your own grave."
Sanju clutched her stomach, her entire body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. The pain was overwhelming, a searing, relentless agony that pulsed through her core. Each shallow breath felt like shards of glass slicing through her lungs, and her vision blurred with tears. Her mind reeled, trying to hold onto consciousness, but the pain was all-consuming, drowning out every other sensation.
Within seconds, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from the pit of her stomach, crashing over her. Her throat tightened, and with a sickening, loud pop, she vomited, her body heaving as she gasped desperately for air between spasms and with one final, strangled breath, Sanju’s body went limp. The world around her dissolved into darkness, and her trembling form collapsed to the floor, unconscious, the sound of her gasping breaths fading into silence.
"Take her away and clean her up," Saad commanded, his voice booming through the hall. Without hesitation, two women entered, lifting Sanju's limp body and carrying her inside. "She'd better be ready for my entertainment by evening," he added with a chilling finality.
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"Are you sure she'll be there today?" Hitesh asked again, his voice laced with eagerness. He wanted to be certain, absolutely certain, that everything would go according to plan.
"Definitely," Alokk replied, his voice full of confidence. "Her driver is from my village. I got him drunk last night and squeezed out all the details of her schedule." His smirk widened, savoring the thrill of control.
"Alright then, it's on. Just make sure to give me 10-15 minutes" Hitesh gleamed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. The anticipation was palpable.
Alokk leaned back, cracking his knuckles as though he was already savoring the victory. "You just get your equipment ready, and leave the rest to me. I'll bring her to the room somehow." His voice was calm, calculating, as if everything was already playing out in his mind.
"But what if she's not alone?" Hitesh’s brow furrowed, his mind jumping to a worst-case scenario. "What if that Patode fellow is with her? That guy’s a trouble."
Alokk laughed, waving the concern off as if it were trivial. "Patode? That wild bull? Don't worry about him. I'll handle him. He might be all tough and brash, but I know how to deal with types like him. I'll make sure he's out of the picture."
Hitesh nodded, but there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes. He knew how slippery these situations could get. "Alokk bro, if everything happens as planned... let me have a go at her too, please," Hitesh added with a coy smile, a hint of greed creeping into his voice. He tried to sound casual, but the hunger was clear.
Alokk turned to him with a smug grin, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Patience, my friend," he said, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance. "Let us first trap her completely before Swapnil returns from his uncle's house. I’ll make him regret for humiliating me. Once I've broken her, once she’s completely under my control... then, you can do whatever you want with her. After all, she’s nothing more than a high-class whore." Alokk's words dripped with venom as he chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying his power over the situation.
Hitesh couldn’t help but smile at Alokk’s words, his own excitement bubbling up. "Thanks, bro," he replied, joining in Alokk's laughter.
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"Thank you so much, sir! I’ll personally ensure that you have no trouble whatsoever in operating the account," Shipra said, her voice brimming with excitement as she received the cheque of Rs. 5.00 crore from Mr. Deshmukh, the president of Zilla Parishad, Amruj. Her hands trembled slightly with the thrill of closing such a substantial deal. "I’ll personally monitor everything and assist with its operation."
Mr. Deshmukh gave a measured nod, his gaze shifting briefly to Patode before settling back on Shipra. "I’m sure you will," he said, his tone firm yet with an undertone of expectation. "Mr. Patode here has been quite persuasive in convincing me to hand this account over to your branch, despite many other banks offering quite enticing gifts. Make sure you reward him appropriately," Deshmukh added with a commanding authority that left little room for negotiation.
Shipra smiled politely, though something about Deshmukh’s tone made her stomach churn. "We will not disappoint you, sir. And yes, I will ensure he is rewarded handsomely," she replied, her voice steady, but inwardly she felt slightly unsettled.
Patode, standing by, couldn’t resist adding his own comment, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I’m sure I’ll be rewarded very well, sir. Madam here has promised to personally see to it."
Deshmukh glanced at his watch and stood up to leave. "Alright, now if you’ll excuse me, I have an important meeting to attend. Please complete the formalities at your end and provide my PA with all the necessary details."
"Of course, sir," Shipra replied, folding her hands in a respectful Namaste. "We will take our leave as well." She motioned for Patode to follow as they both headed out of the room.
As they made their way to the car, Patode's mischievous smile returned. "So, where should we head now?" he asked, his voice laced with insinuation.
"Obviously, back to Kasegoan," Shipra responded, not catching his tone. Her eyes were still locked on the cheque in her hand, her mind spinning with thoughts of what this sum would mean for the branch’s business. "I won't be satisfied until this amount is reflected in our branch’s accounts. I’ve already informed the controlling office about the deal, and I made sure your name is mentioned in the appreciation letter, Patode," she said, her excitement evident.
Patode chuckled, but his eyes held a different kind of eagerness. "I don’t care much about any appreciation letters, Shipra ma’am," he said, leaning in slightly, his tone turning suggestive. "I’m far more interested in the reward you’ve promised me. I think I know exactly what I want."
Shipra’s excitement dimmed slightly, irritation creeping into her voice. "Let’s focus on getting back to the branch first, Patode. Your reward can wait."
She glanced around the parking lot. "Where’s Bahadur?" she asked, scanning for their driver, but the car sat there unattended.
Patode’s grin widened as he casually walked over to the driver’s seat. Without a word, he slid in behind the wheel, leaving Shipra momentarily confused. "At your service, madam," he said, a teasing chuckle escaping his lips. "Please, have a seat."
Shipra’s expression tightened in frustration. "What is this, Patode? Where is Bahadur?" Her voice held a note of irritation as she stood by the passenger door, waiting for an explanation.
Patode leaned back slightly, his grin growing even more pronounced. "I gave him the day off," he said smoothly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "He was disturbing our... privacy."
Shipra narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not amused by his forwardness. "This is not funny, Patode. We have work to do. We don't time for this."
But Patode only shrugged, still smiling, a sense of control creeping into his demeanor.
"I’m saving you time, ma’am," Patode said with a smug smile as he started the car. "This way, I can get my reward and still make sure we reach the branch on time. Now, hop in. Front seat, please."
Shipra let out a heavy sigh, the irritation clear on her face, but she knew arguing further would only prolong this nonsense. Begrudgingly, she opened the passenger door and slid into the front seat, her movements sharp with frustration. "Happy now?" she muttered, glancing sideways at Patode. "Let’s just go."
Patode's grin widened as he sped out of the parking lot, clearly satisfied with his control over the situation. The road stretched ahead as they made their way toward Kasegoan. Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Shipra, while thrilled about securing the funds that would elevate her image in the eyes of management, now dreaded what Patode had in mind for his "reward." Trying to divert the conversation, she decided to change the topic.
"Patode, we also need to meet with the women of the village soon. They must be prepared to give their statements. When do you think we can arrange that?" she asked, hoping to shift his focus.
Patode responded casually, though his true intentions were hidden behind his words. "We’ll get to that, but first, I’ll need to review all the data you’ve gathered. That way, I can help guide them properly." His response, though sounding helpful, was a calculated move to ensure that he had control over the evidence Shipra had collected, positioning himself to mislead her as he pleased. "But let’s leave all that for later," he added smoothly. "I’ve done my part, and as per our arrangement, it’s time for my reward."
Shipra felt a knot tightening in her stomach. "It’s not the right time or place, Patode," she said, trying to resist his growing demands.
Patode’s confidence didn’t waver. "This is the perfect place, Shipra. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a little fun in a car before, either with your husband or your ex?" His tone was smug, ignoring her objections. He knew that in this moment, he held the upper hand.
Shipra remained silent, not opposing his inference. Her quietness emboldened Patode further.
"Why are you resisting the inevitable, Shipra?" Patode's voice was smooth, laced with manipulation. "You know there's no way out for you without my help. Instead of treating this as a mere obligation or part of some arrangement, why not... enjoy it? Like I and Namrata do." His words dripped with sleaze, each syllable carefully chosen to get under her skin. "I know you're on edge, holding back, afraid to lose control. You're scared that if you give in, you'll lose yourself—everything you’ve worked so hard to build just like in the past. But..." He paused, sensing he was starting to break through.
Shipra's gaze, previously distant, slowly shifted toward him. His carefully crafted words had stirred something within her, playing on her insecurities and doubts.
"But what, Patode?" she asked, her voice edged with curiosity.
"But I'm not like your ex, Shipra," Patode began, his tone calm yet calculated. "I respect your boundaries, and I get where you’re coming from. That’s why I agreed to your terms—letting you set the pace, even though we both know I have the upper hand. I could push things further, but I haven’t. You know I hold all the cards here, yet I’ve chosen to follow your lead."
He paused, studying her reaction, sensing the cracks in her defenses. His voice softened, growing more persuasive. "I don't have a fish to fry, I am doing it because I admire your strength, your ability to hold your ground despite everything. I just want you to trust me more, to let go a little. We could enjoy this fling while you’re here, without all the tension. It doesn’t have to be a battle."
"I get what you're saying, Patode, but this is wrong—what we're doing, what you're making me do," Shipra said softly, guilt weighing heavy on her as she avoided his gaze.
"I'm not making you do anything, Shipra. You suggested this arrangement because you don’t want your physical cravings to take over completely. You're just buying time, hoping to figure out another way out of our situation," Patode replied casually, hitting a nerve.
Shipra turned to him, startled, like someone caught in the act.
"Don’t be surprised, Shipra. I’m not just some lust-driven man. I’ve had plenty of experience with women, and I understand how they think. Honestly, I admire your strategy—it’s smart. But let me be clear: there’s no other way. The best path forward is to let go of your inhibitions and enjoy the physical bliss I can give you, the pleasure you're not getting from your husband. I’ll handle all your professional issues, ensuring that by the time you leave Kasegoan, you're satisfied both physically and professionally."
"And don’t forget, I only made a move on you because you showed me your wild side that Sunday night. Since then, you've admitted your own cravings, wanting the same pleasure I give Namrata every day," Patode added, laying the truth out plainly.
"I'll think about it, Patode," Shipra said, her mind conflicted as she pondered over his words. Despite their vulgarity, they had a way of exposing the truth she was trying to suppress. Unbeknownst to her, his subtle manipulation was gradually chipping away at her defenses, leaving her torn between maintaining control and surrendering to her unspoken desires.
"No hurry ma'am, take your time. I would love to hear if you change your mind and decide to enjoy yourself," Patode said as he slowed the car down, Patode’s gaze shifted from the road to her lingering over her body, his eyes filled with lechery as they scanned her traditional attire. "But what I really loved today were those small panties you were about to wear this morning," he said, his voice low and predatory. "I suppose you’re wearing the same ones now, aren’t you?" His eyes dropped to her lap, undressing her in his mind.
"Shut up, Patode. Focus on the road," Shipra snapped, her irritation clear.
"Come on, Shipra, don’t be so stiff after we had such a deep conversation. You know I won’t let you off the hook without taking my reward." His voice hardened, his tone serious now. "Lift your saree. Let me see those sexy, milky thighs and drop your panties."
Shipra’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What kind of nonsense is this, Patode? You can’t be serious. How do you expect me to do that here?" Her voice was a mix of shock and disbelief at his brazen demand.
"The windows are tinted, Shipra," Patode said, unfazed. "No one will see us. And don’t act so innocent. I’m sure you’ve had your fun in a car before, with your ex or your husband. I’m right, aren’t I?" His eyes were locked on her, waiting for her reaction as the car came to a stop.
Shipra’s silence only fueled Patode’s confidence. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny that he had guessed correctly.
"See? I knew it," Patode said, his grin growing wider. "You were a wild one. I’d love to see that side of you. And don’t worry so much. No one will notice whether you’re wearing your panties or not. If I’d asked for your bra, that would’ve been a different story," he chuckled darkly, finding amusement in his own vulgar joke. "Now, hurry up, ma’am. Once you do this, we’ll move on to the second part of my reward."
Shipra glared at him, her anger bubbling over. "Second part? I’m not going to entertain every one of your demands, Patode." Her voice was sharp, but beneath it was the uncertainty of how far he would push.
Patode waved off her concerns with a dismissive gesture, growing a little impatient. "You think having just having your panties will pacify my loin? Just do as I say. I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done before." He leaned closer, his gaze darkening with lust and frustration. "I've been going easy on you. If you don't want to play all these little games, then why don't we just cut to the chase? Let me fuck you and end it once and for all," he suggested, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Shipra's breath hitched at the audacity of his words. His brazenness left her momentarily speechless. She knew that Patode was holding the power in this situation and hence reluctantly, Shipra glanced out of the car window, checking her surroundings. Everything seemed normal—no prying eyes, no one close enough to see what was happening inside the vehicle. Slowly, she gave in, lifting her saree with trembling hands, exposing her smooth legs. Patode’s eyes lit up with delight, his breathing quickening in anticipation.
As Shipra hesitated, her mind racing, she raised the saree further, now pulling it above her knees. She could feel his gaze burning into her, devouring every inch of exposed skin. Gritting her teeth, she lifted herself slightly off the seat, gathering the saree behind her. Her hands shakily moved to the waistband of her panties, her heart pounding in her chest as Patode’s grin widened in twisted satisfaction.
Shipra’s hands hovered over the waistband of her panties, her fingers trembling as she contemplated the degrading act Patode was demanding. But with their indecent arrangement she knew something like this was bound to happen.
Patode’s eyes, glistening with perverse delight, stayed locked on her every move. "That’s it, Shipra," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You’re doing great. Just a little more, and we’ll be done with the first part."
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes, trying to block out the disgust and shame flooding through her. Slowly, she tugged at the waistband, loosening the delicate fabric from her hips. Patode leaned in closer, his breath shallow as his anticipation grew, but Shipra refused to meet his gaze. Her hands shook as she began to pull the panties down her thighs, her heart pounding in her chest, each movement filled with dread.
"Isn’t it thrilling?" he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He shifted in his seat, licking his lips in anticipation. With her saree bunched up around her waist and her panties now hanging loosely around her ankles, Shipra’s lower body lay bare before him, exposed in the most humiliating way. The car’s dim interior offered a tinge of privacy, but the forbidden act they were engaged in heightened the tension in the air.
Patode’s gaze remained glued to her body, his eyes drinking in the sight. From his vantage point, he had a tantalizing side view of her smooth, naked thighs and her hips, vulnerable in this intimate position. "You won’t admit it, Shipra," Patode whispered, his voice lowering into a hoarse growl, "but this vulgar act, right here, out in the open, with someone who isn’t your husband… it must be giving you a kind of excitement you’ve never felt before, doesn’t it? A forbidden thrill?"
His hand slid up her thigh, rough fingertips grazing her skin as he moved with a slow, deliberate touch. His fingers trailed higher, reaching the curve of her hips, caressing the exposed flesh as if savoring every moment. Shipra’s body tensed under his touch, her mind clouded by fear and disgust, but the reality of their situation kept her frozen.
"Now," Patode’s voice hardened, a commanding edge entering his tone as he squeezed her hips possessively. "Hand over the panty. We need to move on to the next part of my reward."
Feeling the weight of his demand, she complied, slowly slipping her feet out of the flimsy material. The panties slid off easily, a final symbol of her helplessness in this twisted game. She handed them over, her movements mechanical, her mind numbed by the humiliation.
But Patode wasn’t finished. Without warning, he caught her hands, his grip firm and unrelenting as he yanked her toward him. The sudden force caused Shipra to lose her balance, her body jerking toward him in a startled motion. He purse and all the documents all fell down. Before she could protest, his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was forceful, aggressive, leaving her no time to react.
Shipra’s body stiffened in shock, her mind scrambling to process what was happening. Patode’s hands moved with urgency, one hand curling around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other cupped the back of her head, preventing any attempt to pull away. His lips pressed against hers in a hungry, possessive kiss, deepening the contact with each passing second.
Shipra’s heart raced as she struggled to maintain her balance. The leather seat beneath her was slippery, her saree still bunched around her waist, leaving her in a vulnerable and awkward position. Instinctively, she shifted to her knees, trying to steady herself, but in doing so, she only moved closer to Patode. Her knees pressed into the seat, her body leaning toward him, completely at his mercy.
Patode’s grip tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer, his lips never leaving hers. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more insistent, as if he was trying to consume her entirely. Shipra’s hands instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to create some distance, but he was relentless, refusing to let her go.
As Patode’s hand glided down Shipra’s back, tracing the contours of her hips and buttocks, his touch grew more possessive. His fingers explored her as though her body belonged to him, caressing and squeezing her bubble butt with a disturbing sense of entitlement. The grip tightened briefly, making Shipra wince internally as his hand crept further down, inching toward her most private area.
The moment his fingers brushed close to her fanny, something snapped inside Shipra. Despite the oppressive power dynamic that had held her frozen in place until now, she found a small surge of resistance. Breaking the kiss abruptly, she pushed herself slightly away from Patode, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.
"Not there, Patode," she breathed, her voice shaky but firm. Her eyes locked with his, a mixture of defiance and fear swirling in her gaze.
Patode, momentarily taken aback by her resistance, smirked. His fingers paused, retreating slightly but still maintaining their grip on her buttocks. He chuckled softly, his breath still labored from the intensity of their earlier kiss. "Alright, Shipra," he murmured, his voice dripping with mock understanding. "We don’t have to go there… yet." His hand, however, remained firmly on her backside, lightly stroking and squeezing her flesh, unwilling to fully relinquish control.
"Then let’s do something you’re more comfortable with," he added in a breathless tone, his eyes narrowing with lust. His free hand moved toward his lap as he unzipped his fly, the sound of the zipper filling the car’s tense silence. In one smooth motion, Patode pulled out his erect monster cock, his movements deliberate and shameless. His eyes glimmered with the same perverse hunger as before, fully aware of the power he held over her in this moment.
"Suck it," he commanded, his tone casual but laced with the same dominance that had characterized his actions all along. He reached down with his free hand, lightly spanking her bare ass in a twisted show of control. "Just like you did the last time… while I enjoy playing with your chubby little ass. And make sure to make me cum before we reach the branch," Patode shifted again in his seat starting to drive towards Kasegoan.
Shipra found herself in an incredibly humiliating position, her face mere inches away from Patode’s throbbing cock. The situation had spiraled far beyond her control, but a mix of shame and unacknowledged arousal stirred within her, complicating her emotions. She hesitated, but as Patode’s lecherous eyes remained fixed on her, silently demanding submission, she knew she had no escape. Sighing in defeat, she slowly opened her lips, lowering her mouth onto him, inch by inch, feeling the warm skin of his shaft slide between her lips as she took him deeper.
"Yeahhhh... That's it," Patode groaned, his voice dripping with pleasure. He tilted his head back, relishing the control he had over her. "It's a whole new level of excitement, isn’t it? Making you do things you’d never dream of doing with your husband. I can tell you’re loving it, Shipra," he added, his hips thrusting forward, pushing himself further into her mouth, testing her limits.
"Deeper... Take it all the way... Gag on it, Shipra... Show me how much you love my cock," he grunted, bucking his hips aggressively as more of his length disappeared into her warm mouth. He reveled in her discomfort, in the power he held over her in this moment. His eyes remained locked on her face, enjoying every flicker of resistance and the eventual submission in her eyes.
Just as Patode was reaching the height of his pleasure, his phone began to ring. The sound cut through the car like an unwelcome intrusion. He ignored it at first, groaning in frustration, but the phone continued to ring, persistent and loud, breaking his concentration. His annoyance grew with each ring.
"Who the fuck is this?!" Patode cursed, yanking his phone out of his pocket. His face twisted with irritation as he glanced at the screen. With a growl, he answered, not wanting to stop the intimate moment, but clearly forced to.
"What do you want?" he barked into the phone, his voice filled with irritation. "I’m busy right now, call me later!" he snapped, but something on the other end of the line caught his attention.
Patode’s expression shifted from annoyance to surprise. "What? Are you sure?" His tone became urgent, serious. "Alright, alright, just wait there. Don’t do anything until I get there," he said, his demeanor changing completely. He hung up the phone quickly, his mind now occupied with the situation at hand.
Sensing the shift in his focus, Shipra took the opportunity to free herself. She quickly pulled away, her lips parting from his cock as she wiped her mouth, trying to regain some composure. The abrupt interruption had given her a chance to escape his clutches.
"Who told you to stop?" Patode barked, his voice sharp and filled with frustration. His pleasure had been cut short, and he clearly wasn’t happy about it.
"You’ve got something important to deal with, don’t you?" Shipra replied, her voice calm but laced with relief. She straightened her saree, smoothing the fabric back down over her legs and adjusting her hair, trying to make herself look presentable again. "Besides, you’re distracted not in a condition to claim your reward," she added, gesturing subtly toward his now-flaccid cock, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Patode glared at her, annoyed by the turn of events but unable to deny the urgency of the call. "Damn it, I can’t catch a break with you," he muttered, zipping his pants back up, his frustration evident in every movement. "But don’t worry, we’ll pick up right where we left off this evening. I’m not done with you, Shipra. Just wait until—"
Suddenly, a loud POP interrupted his arrogant rant. The sound of a tire bursting echoed through the air, followed immediately by the hiss of air escaping rapidly.
PSSSSSSTTTT.
Patode’s eyes widened in alarm as the car lurched violently to one side. He instinctively gripped the steering wheel, trying to regain control, but it was too late. The car veered off the road, skidding on the gravel shoulder as the blown tire sent them careening toward the edge of the road. The car bounced and jerked before coming to an abrupt halt just inches from crashing into a tree on the side of the road.
Shipra screamed, her hands flying to the dashboard to brace herself as the car came to a jarring stop. Papers, bags, and everything else inside the car were thrown into disarray, scattering all over the seats and floor. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps as she tried to steady herself. The terror of the near-crash had erased all the degrading tension of moments earlier.
For a moment, there was silence inside the car, both of them stunned by the sudden turn of events. Suddenly, a sharp knock on the window on Shipra's side broke the stillness. She snapped out of her daze and turned to see who it was.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Alokk asked from the other side, his voice laced with concern.
Shipra nodded weakly, still shaken. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, grateful for the interruption.
"Are you hurt? Should we head to the hospital?" Alokk asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury.
"I don’t think so," Shipra replied, taking a quick glance at herself, trying to gather her composure. "But what are you doing here?" she asked, still trying to make sense of everything.
"Oh, nothing really. I was just passing by and saw that your car had a blown tire. It seemed like you lost control, so I wanted to check if everything was okay," Alokk explained, hiding a smug grin of triumph, pleased that his plan was unfolding as expected.
"Damn it!" Patode cursed from the other side of the car, frustration evident in his voice. "Don’t worry, Shipra ma'am. I’ll call a taxi for you, and I’ll send Bahadur to get the car fixed. I’ve got an urgent matter to deal with myself," Patode said, trying to salvage the situation.
"No need, Patode ji," Alokk interjected quickly. "I’m heading in that direction anyway. I’ll drop ma'am off at the branch. No trouble at all."
"Come on, Shipra ma'am, grab your things. You must be getting late," Alokk added, eager to whisk her away before Patode could object further.
Relieved to be able to escape Patode, Shipra quickly reached into the car, gathering her belongings that were scattered across the floor. She grabbed her phone, the documents, and even her white cotton panties, shoving them discreetly into her handbag before stepping out.
Patode, though irritated, realized he had more pressing matters to attend to. With a resigned sigh, he called a taxi and headed back to Amruj, leaving Shipra and Alokk to depart on his bike.
"Get ready, I’m on my way with this high-class whore," Alokk texted Hitesh, attaching a discreet photo of Shipra from behind before starting the bike and heading out with her.
End of Chapter 22: The First Reward: Part 2
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