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Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 2 : Can't get enough
Beep... Beep... Beep... Bzzz..
The incessant buzzing of phone shattered the quiet of the night. Toppo groaned in irritation, his large, clumsy body struggling to sit up in bed. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at the bright screen of his phone, the harsh glow making him wince.
"Who the hell is messaging at this ungodly hour?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. It was well past 2 a.m., and he had been in a deep slumber. He picked up his phone from the cluttered nightstand, ready to curse out whoever was responsible for disturbing his rest.
But the moment his eyes adjusted to the screen, his grumbling ceased, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. All traces of sleep vanished instantly, replaced by a mix of shock and exhilaration.
THE BITCH HAS BEEN TAMED
The first message read and was followed by a series of messages, each accompanied by an image that made Toppo's pulse quicken and his mouth go dry. His heart pounded as he scrolled through the pictures, each one more explicit and arousing than the last.
Unknown to Shipra, Patode secretly sent Toppo a series of nude photos that captured her in compromising positions. Each image was more vivid, more explicit than the last, showcasing every curve, every secret corner of her body, but none of them showed her face. Patode had been careful—meticulous, even—in framing the shots, ensuring that Shipra’s identity remained concealed. He knew that leaving her face out would tantalize Toppo, keeping him guessing, while also safeguarding Shipra from immediate panic if she found out his devilish act.
But it didn't take long for Toppo to piece it together. As soon as the first image loaded, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Though Patode had been cautious, Toppo’s obsession with Shipra had become an art form in itself. Ever since he discovered that she was Alok's wife, Toppo had turned into a digital voyeur, scouring every corner of her social media profiles. He had spent countless hours scrolling through her photos, studying every detail, memorizing the contours of her body, her distinctive beauty marks, the subtle arch of her back, and the elegant curve of her hips. He knew her silhouette as well as he knew his own fantasies.
The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his chubby face. "Holy fuck... it’s really Shipra," he muttered under his breath. "Damn, Patode... you actually did it" he whispered to himself, disbelief mixed with admiration. His initial shock was quickly consumed by a fiery, almost painful arousal. The mere thought of Patode conquering the elusive Shipra, someone Toppo had fantasized about for so long, sent a jolt straight to his groin.
His thick fingers trembled slightly as he swiped through the images, each one leaving him more breathless than the last. All the pics were taken from a rear angle displaying Shipra, spread out on a bed, her legs parted just enough to tease him with a faint view of her glistening cunt. Her skin glistened with a delicate sheen of sweat, her side boobs peeking tantalizingly into view. Though her face remained hidden, the way her body arched and trembled spoke volumes, exuding a potent mix of vulnerability and raw, unrestrained desire.
Toppo felt a surge of heat rush southward, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pyjamas. His hand moved almost on its own, slipping beneath the waistband, wrapping around his throbbing erection. He pumped himself slowly at first, savoring the forbidden thrill of seeing the woman he had only ever dreamed about in this state of undress.
The idea of Patode, that lucky bastard, having his way with Shipra while Toppo was left on the sidelines, drove him mad with jealousy and lust. He couldn’t help but imagine how it had all gone down—Patode’s hands all over her, Shipra moaning, surrendering to his every touch.
And then another notification pinged.
TOLD YOU I'LL HAVE THIS BITCH MOANING UNDER ME...ENJOY THE SHOW NOW....![[Image: 72.png]](https://fonts.gstatic.com/s/e/notoemoji/15.1/1f608/72.png)
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The message was followed by a video file. Toppo’s eyes gleamed with greedy anticipation as he eagerly tapped to open it, his heart pounding in his chest. The screen flickered to life, and there she was—Shipra, completely naked, lying face down on the bed. The camera was shaky, but it only added to the raw, voyeuristic thrill of it all, making it feel as if Toppo was right there in the room, an unseen spectator to this illicit affair.
The camera zoomed in, focusing on Shipra’s round, plump ass, capturing every curve in explicit detail. The sight alone was enough to make Toppo’s breath hitch in his throat. As the camera drew closer, Patode’s hand came into frame, his fingers caressing her smooth cheeks, giving them a teasing squeeze before delivering a soft, playful spank that made Shipra's body jolt in response.
Toppo’s eyes widened as Patode’s hand skillfully parted her ass cheeks, the camera moving in for a close-up of the forbidden view between. The lens focused sharply, capturing the sight of Shipra’s puckered anus and her glistening, swollen pussy lips, slick with arousal. It was an obscene, intimate display that had Toppo practically salivating, his mouth dry, his hand already stroking his cock furiously.
His heart pounded in his ears as the combination of the visuals and the lewd, wet sounds coming from the video was enough to make his cock throb painfully in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him.
In the next frame, Patode’s enormous cock came into view, the thick shaft glistening evidence of his conquest as he lined himself up against Shipra’s wet entrance. "Time for round two, Shipra," Patode’s deep, gravelly voice filled the room, dripping with dominance and dark promises.
Without any hesitation, Patode thrust his full length into her waiting cunt in one smooth, relentless motion. Shipra’s muffled scream of pleasure echoed in the room, followed by a series of breathy gasps and moans that sent shivers down Toppo’s spine. The camera captured every obscene detail—the way Shipra’s pussy stretched to accommodate Patode’s girth, the way her ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, the wet squelching sounds that filled the air, amplifying the erotic intensity.
Ohhhh...Goddd.....Patode...Go....Slow....Ahhh...Ahhh..Ahhhh
“Fuck… yes, take it all, you dirty slut,” Patode growled off-screen, his voice filled with triumph. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. It was a merciless, animalistic fuck, and Shipra’s desperate moans only spurred Patode on, making him go harder, deeper.
This was too much stimulation for Toppo. His hand moved faster, jerking himself furiously as he watched, completely lost in the depraved pleasure of it all. The video, though shaky, felt almost too real, as if he could reach out and touch them, as if he was a silent, invisible participant in this debauchery. He could feel his orgasm building, his breaths turning into ragged gasps, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter.
The camera zoomed out this time giving an aerial view, capturing the way Shipra’s body writhed beneath Patode, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. It was a symphony of lust and degradation, and Toppo couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a guttural groan, he erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his hand and the sheets beneath him. He continued stroking, riding the waves of his intense orgasm, his eyes never leaving the screen, the filthy images burned into his mind. The sound of Shipra’s moans, the sight of her being ravaged, the knowledge that it was all real, that this wasn’t just some porn but a real married woman he had obsessed over, being fucked senseless by another man— it was more than enough to send him over the edge into a mind-numbing climax.
Toppo lay there panting, his heart still racing, his mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all. He had made a mess, his cum splattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He reached for his phone with his clean hand, still trembling from his release, and typed out a message to Patode:
"Holy fuck, bhau! That was exhilarating. Thank you. Make sure to capture more videos, especially with her face in it. When do I get to taste her Bhau?
He hit send, licking his lips in eager anticipation. The message hung there, glowing ominously on his screen. Toppo knew Patode wouldn’t respond immediately; the man was probably too busy indulging in every carnal fantasy he could dream up with Shipra. But that thought alone—imagining what else Patode might be doing to her, the ways he could be using her body through the night—was enough to send shivers of excitement down Toppo's spine.
The images and video clips Patode had sent were just the beginning, a teasing preview of the complete defilement happening behind closed doors. Toppo’s mind raced with possibilities, his imagination filling in the gaps between those sultry clips. He could almost hear Shipra’s muffled cries, the slap of skin against skin, the degrading taunts that Patode was surely whispering into her ear as he took her in every way imaginable.
But more than the thrill of secrecy, the taboo, the stolen glimpses into someone else's most private moments, what truly satisfied Toppo was the anticipation of sweet revenge against Alok. This wasn’t just about lust; it was about power, control, and a deep-seated grudge he had nursed for so long. He could barely contain his glee as he imagined the scene he would orchestrate—he and Patode taking turns on Shipra, right in front of her husband, reducing her to a plaything, a pawn in their twisted game. The thought of Alok’s horror-stricken face, watching helplessly as they defiled and corrupted his wife, brought a dark satisfaction that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
With a wicked grin, Toppo lay back on his bed, one hand lazily stroking his still throbbing erection. His mind was racing with scenarios, each more depraved than the last, as he waited for the next notification. The prospect of seeing more explicit evidence of Shipra’s complete submission, more proof of her degradation, made every second of waiting feel like a tantalizing eternity. The suspense only heightened his arousal, knowing that by morning, he would have even more ammunition to fuel his fantasies and plot his ultimate revenge.
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Patode sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still erect hard as a rock, glistening with the slick remnants of their heated session. Behind him, Shipra lay sprawled in a state of exhaustion and satisfaction, her body quivering with the lingering aftershocks of the relentless pleasure Patode had wrung from her. She was still catching her breath, struggling to recover from the second brutal round of fucking that had left her utterly spent. For over fifteen relentless minutes, he had kept her pinned in a prone position, her body completely at his mercy as he drove her to climax after climax, leaving her mind blank and her body shaking.
Her long hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-drenched skin, her face buried into the mattress as if seeking some refuge from the onslaught she had just endured. The pillow he had positioned beneath her hips kept her ass raised high, leaving her thighs parted wide in a lewd display of submission. Her legs were splayed open, completely exposing the evidence of their raw, unrestrained fucking. Her pussy was thoroughly used, glistening with a mix of her arousal, the soft inner lips swollen and flushed from the merciless pounding she had taken.
The sheets beneath her told their own story, a large damp spot darkening the fabric where her juices had soaked through, a physical reminder of the debauchery that had taken place. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady, intoxicating mix that seemed to cling to everything. Patode placed the phone carefully in a recording position stuck between the mattress and the edge of the wooden bed, having just finished sending explicit updates to Toppo. A sense of triumph radiated from his eyes as he turned back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. His eyes roved over the sight of her—utterly debauched, utterly conquered. The marks of his hands were still visible on her hips where he had held her in place, the faint bruises a reminder of how roughly he had taken her.
"So, tell me, Shipra," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "which position did you enjoy the most? Getting pounded from behind like the filthy little bitch? Or being taken in the prone position, completely submitting to me like a good obedient sub?" His tone was cruelly teasing, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he drank in the sight of her still-quivering thighs. "You don't need to answer right now, we will be trying some more positions before I am done with you. You can tell me in the morning," Patode continued.
Shipra raised her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and remnants of pleasure. The words Patode spat at her were cruel, each one piercing her pride, but despite herself, her body’s response betrayed her. She could feel another rush of wetness seeping between her thighs, undeniable evidence of her arousal. She knew she should refuse, should put an end to this madness, but the words that left her lips were faint, uncertain.
"I don't think I can take anymore, Patode," she whispered, her voice hoarse, laced with exhaustion. "Please, let's call it a night." Her plea was soft, almost a murmur, as if she herself wasn't convinced.
But Patode wasn’t ready to stop; he had tasted victory, the power of making her surrender, and he wasn't going to let that go. He stepped closer, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of lust and dominance. His hand trailed down her sweat-slicked spine, fingers dragging possessively over her quivering skin. He could see the way her body responded, the subtle arching of her back, the way her thighs instinctively spread wider as if inviting him back in.
“Oh, I know you can take it and besides I haven't cummed even once, Shipra,” he growled. Without warning, he slapped her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Shipra yelped, her body jolting forward from the impact, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. Patode smirked at her reaction, relishing in the power he held over her. “You think I’m satisfied after just a couple of rounds? In fact with such a sexy MILF like you, I’ve barely gotten started. I’m going to fuck you senseless, all night long, until you've lost all your inhibition and shame.”
He leaned over her, his large frame looming over her prone, submissive form. His breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Let’s face it, Shipra. You’re not the dutiful wife you pretend to be,” he whispered, his tone dripping with derision. “You’re just a slut desperate to be fucked right, something your pathetic husband could never give you. Admit it,” he hissed, his fingers finding their way back between her thighs, parting her swollen lips to rub against her slick entrance. “Admit that no one has ever made you cum so hard repetitively before. You're loving every second of this adulterous sex.”
Shipra bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to spill out. Every degrading word he spoke should have filled her with disgust, should have made her push him away, but instead, they sent a jolt of forbidden excitement coursing through her. Her body arched into his touch, her inner walls clenching desperately around nothing, craving the fullness of him once more.
Patode’s fingers teased her mercilessly, dipping just inside her cunt before pulling away, keeping her on edge. “What’s the matter, Shipra? Too ashamed to admit how much you love this?” he taunted, withdrawing his fingers completely, leaving her empty and wanting. “Or maybe you’re afraid to admit that you’re a filthy little whore who gets wet just thinking about me fucking you?”
A strangled moan escaped her lips, and she could feel her resolve crumbling, the last shreds of her dignity slipping away.
“Oh goddd Patode... please,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes....I am loving it, Patode. Just... just don't tease me.” The words were barely out before she felt his hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet his gaze.
“That's more like it," he growled, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He yanked her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and building desire. "Then you're going to totally enjoy what I am going to do next," he continued, his voice a low, menacing rumble.
"Let's try something more traditional, shall we?" Patode taunted, releasing her hair abruptly and watching her head drop back onto the pillow. "I want to see that pretty face of yours while I ruin you," he said, leaning down to nip at her neck, leaving a trail of possessive bites along her collarbone.
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back with a force that left her breathless. Her legs fell open instinctively, her body betraying her mind as it readied itself for him. Patode positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze lingering on the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, still dripping from their last round.
"That's much better," he murmured, as he traced a finger down her wet slit, collecting her juices before bringing his finger to his lips and tasting her. "Sweet and ready, just how I like it."
Shipra's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. There was a moment of defiance in her eyes, a flicker of resistance, but it was quickly extinguished as he lined his throbbing cock against her entrance.
"I want you to watch me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Look at me while I fuck you senseless. I want to see how a real man fucks a married slut."
With a slow, agonizing push, he entered her, inch by inch, his cock stretching her walls to their limits. Shipra’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely, the sensation both painful and exhilarating.
Patode’s grin widened as he saw her reaction, her nails clawing at the sheets as her body struggled to accommodate his girth. He leaned over her, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his face inches from hers. “There it is,” he whispered, thrusting deeper, watching her eyes roll back. “That’s the look I wanted. That’s the face of a woman being fucked like she’s never been fucked before.”
He pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her with a force that shook the bed. Shipra cried out, her body jerking upwards, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.....
Patode didn’t relent; he set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her further up the bed, his grip on her wrists tightening to keep her in place
Unghhh...Unghhhh...Unghhhh
“Tell me,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pound into her, “Who’s a better lover, a better fuck? Your pathetic husband or me? I want to hear you say it.”
Shipra tried to turn her head away, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed her jaw and turned it towards him, forcing her to look at him. “Say it,” he demanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Say it, or I'll stop," Patode threatened.
Her eyes widened at the threat, despite the humiliation, the need coursing through her veins was undeniable. “No, Patode... please... don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, each word punctuated by a moan as his thick cock teased the edge of her entrance, threatening to withdraw completely.
“Then answer me,” he snarled, his grip tightening on her jaw, pushing her closer to a mix of pain and pleasure as he slowed his pace almost stopping his rhythmic strokes. “Who’s fucking you better me or your dear hubby?”
Shipra’s resolve faltered, the desperation to keep feeling the pleasure overriding any lingering shame. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as she bucked her hips towards him, desperate to feel him deep inside her again. But Patode remained still, holding her on the brink, waiting for the words he craved to hear.
“You…,” she finally managed to choke out, tears of frustration and twisted pleasure welling up in her eyes. “You’re fucking me better,” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathless confession.
“Louder, slut. Better than who,” he commanded, his eyes glinting with triumph as he watched her surrender to the dark desires he was coaxing out of her.
“You’re fucking me better than my husband!” Shipra screamed, the sound almost feral, as if the admission itself pushed her closer to the edge. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and raw lust, the confession tearing through her last vestiges of resistance.
“Good girl,” Patode purred, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he released her jaw, only to slide his hand down to her delicate throat. He wrapped his fingers around it, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes widen in both fear and a strange, thrilling excitement. “Now, keep those pretty eyes on me, while fuck you to another orgasm” he hissed, his grip on her throat firm but not painful, a promise of control that sent a fresh wave of wetness between her thighs. “I want to see your innocent face when I make you cum like the filthy little slut you are.”
With that, he thrust back into her, his cock filling her completely, hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars. Shipra’s back arched, her nails raking down his forearms as he set a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving her closer to the precipice. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her gasps and cries growing louder, more desperate, as the pressure built inside her once more.
“You can't get enough, don’t you?” Patode taunted, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. “Being fucked like the needy little slut you are, begging for every inch of my cock. This is the whorish side of you that you’ve been hiding all along. Isn't it?”
Shipra’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his words cutting through her like a blade, making her inner walls clench around him as she was dragged helplessly toward another climax. “Yes… oh god, yes… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need, her eyes glazed over as she met his gaze.
Patode’s smile turned savage as he increased his pace, slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath them, her body jerking with each powerful thrust. “That’s right, Shipra. Cum for me, show me how much you're loving being degraded and defiled by my cock,” he growled, his hand tightening around her throat just enough to make her vision blur at the edges, heightening her pleasure to an unbearable intensity.
Shipra's screams reached a fever pitch as her body shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her trembling, every nerve ending set alight with sensation. The sight of her coming undone, her face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the waves of her climax, was enough to push Patode to the brink.
“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so tight, Shipra… I swear I’m going to ruin you for your precious hubby,” he snarled, the words laced with a vicious, possessive heat. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never feel the same way with him. You’ll always know who owns this pussy now and will crave to be stuffed by my meat.”
He didn’t let up, even as her body convulsed beneath him, her cries turning into breathless whimpers as she was pushed into overstimulation. His eyes never left her face, drinking in the sight of her surrender, the proof of his complete domination over her.
Shipra’s entire body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending singing from the aftershocks of her latest climax. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, eyes glazed, pupils blown wide as she clung to the last threads of her sanity. She was utterly lost, overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure and degradation that he was forcing upon her. There was nothing left in her world but the relentless thrust of Patode’s cock, filling her, stretching her, and pulling her under again and again.
Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as another orgasm tore through her, her cries a desperate, broken symphony of ecstasy. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, but still, he did not let up. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, forcing her to take him deeper, harder, driving her into the mattress with a merciless rhythm that left her gasping for air.
“Brace yourself, Shipra,” Patode growled, his voice a guttural snarl thick with desire, the words dripping with the promise of something forbidden. He was teetering on the edge of his own release, every muscle in his body straining as he fought to hold back. "I can't hold it Shipra. I’m going to flood your womb with my potent seed, Shipra. I want you to take it all, every last drop. Let me cum inside you… let us cum together,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged, each word a plea edged with desperation. He could feel her tight walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had, and it was driving him to the brink.
The temptation was too much to resist. The allure of fucking the elusive Shipra raw, the thrill of having her bare and vulnerable, her married pussy wrapped around him after all this time—it was intoxicating. He wanted to keep going, to push her past every boundary, to take her in ways no one else had, to claim her in a way that left no doubt who she belonged to in that moment. The thought of filling her up, of spilling himself deep inside her, sent a surge of primal lust coursing through him. He was losing control, his restraint slipping with every thrust, the need to cum inside her becoming unbearable.
But then, Shipra’s dazed voice broke through the haze of lust clouding his mind. “No… No, Patode... you... promised... to pull out,” she screamed, her voice raw and panicked as reality crashed down around her. Up until now, she had been lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her, allowing him to take her bareback, ignoring the filthy things he whispered in her ear, the taunts and insults he used to degrade her marriage, to push her into a desperate frenzy of need. She had played along with his every fetish, letting him use her, humiliate her, all for the sake of the intense, forbidden pleasure he was giving her. But this—this was too much. The threat of a creampie, of being filled with his seed, was a line she couldn’t allow him to cross.
“NOOOO!!!” she cried out, her voice rising to a shrill pitch, her body bucking against him in a desperate attempt to pull away, to escape the hold he had on her. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and panic now, snapping her back to reality. Despite it being her safe day, she couldn’t let him degrade her to this extent. The thought of being bred, of having his cum deep inside her, was too much for her to bear. She had given in to everything else, but this was the one thing she couldn’t allow, the one boundary she couldn’t let him break.
She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling as she tried to shove him away, her nails digging into his skin in her frantic attempt to get free. “You promised, Patode!” she screamed, her voice panicky with a stern look towards Patode . “You promised to pull out! Don’t you dare cum inside me!”
Patode's eyes glinted with a mix of frustration and dark amusement as he gave Shipra a hard, penetrating look. “Only if you let me fuck you again in the morning,” he growled, his voice dripping with the promise of more debauchery. He punctuated his demand with a sudden, deep thrust, driving himself into her with a force that made her body jolt, his cock buried to the hilt inside her slick, trembling heat. He purposely twitched his cock inside her, making her gasp as her overstimulated walls clenched around him in a desperate, involuntary response.
Shipra's breath hitched, panic flooding her already clouded mind. “Okay… okay, Patode, pull it out now!” she begged, her voice tinged with desperation, every nerve in her body on edge, terrified of him breaking his promise.
With a wicked grin, Patode relented, but not before giving her a few more quick, punishing thrusts that had her moaning despite herself, her back arching off the bed. “Good girl,” he muttered, his voice a low, satisfied growl. “I knew you’d see things my way.”
Finally, he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening, twitching with the need for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Climbing up her body with a feral intensity, he positioned himself with his knees on either side of her heaving breasts, which were spilling out from the confines of her disheveled blouse. Shipra’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he intended.
Instinctively, she covered her face with her hands, expecting him to either force himself into her mouth or plaster her face with his cum. But Patode had different plans. “No, no, sweetheart… I’ve got something else in mind,” he taunted, his voice a lewd whisper. With one hand, he began to stroke his cock furiously, the wet sounds of his slick shaft moving through his fist filling the room, each obscene stroke accompanied by a deep, primal groan from the depths of his throat.
He leaned over her, his gaze locked on her chest, his eyes burning with a perverse satisfaction as he aimed himself. The sight of Shipra beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, the remnants of their debauchery coating her thighs, was enough to send him over the edge. Within seconds, he let out a loud, guttural groan, his body shuddering violently as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from him, painting her chest in sticky streaks, each spurt more powerful than the last.
Patode was relentless, his hips jerking as he continued to stroke himself, directing every last drop of his release onto her. Rope after rope of his cum splattered across her skin, coating her in a sheen of his essence. He was thorough, deliberate, making sure that none of his release went to waste. The lewd display lasted for what felt like an eternity, until he finally drained himself dry, collapsing beside her on the bed with a loud, satisfied thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. Shipra, still trembling from the intense encounter, hesitated before slowly lowering her hands from her face. She had expected the worst, but what she found was something far more devastating. She pushed herself up, resting against the bed’s headboard, her body still weak and shaky from the brutal session.
As her gaze traveled down her own body, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock and horror. Her chest was a mess, covered in a thick layer of Patode’s cum. But it wasn’t just her skin that was defiled—her mangalsutra, the sacred chain that hung around her neck, the symbol of her vows, her marriage, her commitment to her husband, was now dripping with Patode’s semen.
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. The delicate gold chain, once a testament to her love and fidelity, was now tarnished, desecrated by the physical evidence of her infidelity. The sight of his cum smeared across the sacred beads was a cruel, humiliating reminder of her betrayal, a testament to how far she had fallen from grace.
Shipra’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame, guilt, and a twisted, lingering arousal swirling within her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, her fingers shaking as they reached up to touch the mangalsutra, feeling the warm, sticky mess that clung to it. The weight of what she had done, the line she had crossed, settled heavily on her shoulders.
Patode noticed the shift in Shipra's demeanor and let out a low, mocking laugh that filled the room. “Just look at you,” he taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Wearing my cum like it’s a new piece of bridal jewelry,” he sneered, eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of her, covered in the evidence of their forbidden encounter.
“You know,” he continued with a cruel smile, “you really should have let me finish inside you. But this?” He gestured to the mangalsutra dripping with his release. “This is even better. Now, every time you see that necklace, you’ll remember tonight, remember how I took you, how you begged for it, how you loved every second of being defiled.”
"Shut up Patode, that was over the line. You did it intentionally didn't you," Shipra said in a firm angry tone as she reached out for the night stand to get the tissue. She took out a few and hurled the rest of the box towards Patode in anger. "Get out now, you don't get to stay the night for what you did,"
"Oh come on, It's not such a big deal Shipra," Patode said nonchalantly. "You are overreacting. You just cheated on your husband, allowed me to fuck you bareback and even acknowledged me as a better lover than your husand, does it really matter now if I ruined your mangalsutra with my jizz?" Patode snatched the tissue from Shipra's hand.
"What the hell Patode," Shipra shot back frustrated at Patode's action. "Enough of your lewd comments Patode," Shipra continued her voice grew louder as she confronted him, her eyes narrowing into a stern, unforgiving glare. “You did it just to degrade my marriage, to humiliate me for your own sick pleasure. Isn’t that right?” Her words were sharp, biting, meant to wound as she struggled to reclaim her dignity.
Patode just leaned back against the headboard, an infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face, clearly unfazed by her outburst. His nonchalance only stoked the fire of her anger further.
“And all that talk about being a better lover and all?” Shipra continued, her voice shaking with emotion. “That was just sex talk, things said in the heat of the moment. It meant nothing, do you hear me? Nothing at all, Patode!” She could barely look at him, the shame of everything that had transpired weighing heavily on her. “I was vulnerable, caught up in the moment, and you got lucky, that’s all. I let myself get carried away by everything you did tonight. Now hand over the tissue and get lost." Shipra tried to get rid of Patode unable to face the embarassing situation as the reality of her action finally dawned on her.
“Sex talk? Heat of the moment? Meant nothing?” Patode sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Who are you fooling, Shipra? Just minutes ago, you were screaming my name, begging me to go harder, deeper, as you came over and over. Don’t pretend it was just meaningless. Have you ever been fucked like that before?” His tone was relentless, his words slicing through her like a knife.
He took a step closer, eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction as he watched her flinch. “The way your body trembled, the way you spasmed around me with every stroke—it was obvious, Shipra. You’ve been starving, unsatisfied, and I gave you exactly what you’ve been craving.”
Shipra opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, refusing to let her speak. “And let’s be real, Shipra. If you truly cared about that husband of yours, if he really mattered, you would have taken off that mangalsutra before you spread your legs for me.” His voice was low, menacing, as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, I ejaculated on your precious mangalsutra on purpose,” he confessed with a twisted grin. “I did it to show you that you don’t have to be chained by that piece of jewelry anymore. Tonight, you chose your desires over the empty vows that necklace represents. And now, look at it,” he gestured towards her chest, where the mangalsutra hung, defiled. “Covered in my cum. It’s proof of what you truly want, of the woman you are underneath all that pretense.”
He gave a dark, triumphant laugh. “Don’t bother cleaning it off. You should take it off, Shipra, and tie it around my cock instead. That’s where your loyalty belongs now—with a real man who can give you the satisfaction and support you’ve been denied."
“You’re disgusting, Patode,” she spat, her voice dripping with mockery as she fought to steady her racing heart. Each word he uttered was a knife twisting deeper, a cruel reminder of how far she had let herself go. “If you think you’ve broken me, if you believe I’m going to become another one of your toy like Namrata, then you’re dead wrong,” Shipra shot back, her tone laced with defiance.
But Patode just laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Am I? We’ll see about that.” He reached out, almost casually, and caressed Shipra's cheek, his touch a cruel mockery of tenderness. “I’ll give you some time to pretend this was all just a vulnerable moment for you, but we both know the truth. You're hooked to this feeling and you’ll come crawling back, begging for more.”
With that, he turned away, grabbing his phone swiftly and clothes from the floor with a casual ease, as if he had done it countless times. He paused at the door, throwing one last, taunting glance over his shoulder. “I'll be waiting for our morning session Shipra, as you promised, you know where to find me. My cock will be extra hard in the morning for you.”
And then he was gone, leaving Shipra alone in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing down on her like a physical weight.
End of Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 2 : Can't get enough
Beep... Beep... Beep... Bzzz..
The incessant buzzing of phone shattered the quiet of the night. Toppo groaned in irritation, his large, clumsy body struggling to sit up in bed. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at the bright screen of his phone, the harsh glow making him wince.
"Who the hell is messaging at this ungodly hour?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. It was well past 2 a.m., and he had been in a deep slumber. He picked up his phone from the cluttered nightstand, ready to curse out whoever was responsible for disturbing his rest.
But the moment his eyes adjusted to the screen, his grumbling ceased, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. All traces of sleep vanished instantly, replaced by a mix of shock and exhilaration.
THE BITCH HAS BEEN TAMED
The first message read and was followed by a series of messages, each accompanied by an image that made Toppo's pulse quicken and his mouth go dry. His heart pounded as he scrolled through the pictures, each one more explicit and arousing than the last.
Unknown to Shipra, Patode secretly sent Toppo a series of nude photos that captured her in compromising positions. Each image was more vivid, more explicit than the last, showcasing every curve, every secret corner of her body, but none of them showed her face. Patode had been careful—meticulous, even—in framing the shots, ensuring that Shipra’s identity remained concealed. He knew that leaving her face out would tantalize Toppo, keeping him guessing, while also safeguarding Shipra from immediate panic if she found out his devilish act.
But it didn't take long for Toppo to piece it together. As soon as the first image loaded, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Though Patode had been cautious, Toppo’s obsession with Shipra had become an art form in itself. Ever since he discovered that she was Alok's wife, Toppo had turned into a digital voyeur, scouring every corner of her social media profiles. He had spent countless hours scrolling through her photos, studying every detail, memorizing the contours of her body, her distinctive beauty marks, the subtle arch of her back, and the elegant curve of her hips. He knew her silhouette as well as he knew his own fantasies.
The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his chubby face. "Holy fuck... it’s really Shipra," he muttered under his breath. "Damn, Patode... you actually did it" he whispered to himself, disbelief mixed with admiration. His initial shock was quickly consumed by a fiery, almost painful arousal. The mere thought of Patode conquering the elusive Shipra, someone Toppo had fantasized about for so long, sent a jolt straight to his groin.
His thick fingers trembled slightly as he swiped through the images, each one leaving him more breathless than the last. All the pics were taken from a rear angle displaying Shipra, spread out on a bed, her legs parted just enough to tease him with a faint view of her glistening cunt. Her skin glistened with a delicate sheen of sweat, her side boobs peeking tantalizingly into view. Though her face remained hidden, the way her body arched and trembled spoke volumes, exuding a potent mix of vulnerability and raw, unrestrained desire.
Toppo felt a surge of heat rush southward, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pyjamas. His hand moved almost on its own, slipping beneath the waistband, wrapping around his throbbing erection. He pumped himself slowly at first, savoring the forbidden thrill of seeing the woman he had only ever dreamed about in this state of undress.
The idea of Patode, that lucky bastard, having his way with Shipra while Toppo was left on the sidelines, drove him mad with jealousy and lust. He couldn’t help but imagine how it had all gone down—Patode’s hands all over her, Shipra moaning, surrendering to his every touch.
And then another notification pinged.
TOLD YOU I'LL HAVE THIS BITCH MOANING UNDER ME...ENJOY THE SHOW NOW....
The message was followed by a video file. Toppo’s eyes gleamed with greedy anticipation as he eagerly tapped to open it, his heart pounding in his chest. The screen flickered to life, and there she was—Shipra, completely naked, lying face down on the bed. The camera was shaky, but it only added to the raw, voyeuristic thrill of it all, making it feel as if Toppo was right there in the room, an unseen spectator to this illicit affair.
The camera zoomed in, focusing on Shipra’s round, plump ass, capturing every curve in explicit detail. The sight alone was enough to make Toppo’s breath hitch in his throat. As the camera drew closer, Patode’s hand came into frame, his fingers caressing her smooth cheeks, giving them a teasing squeeze before delivering a soft, playful spank that made Shipra's body jolt in response.
Toppo’s eyes widened as Patode’s hand skillfully parted her ass cheeks, the camera moving in for a close-up of the forbidden view between. The lens focused sharply, capturing the sight of Shipra’s puckered anus and her glistening, swollen pussy lips, slick with arousal. It was an obscene, intimate display that had Toppo practically salivating, his mouth dry, his hand already stroking his cock furiously.
His heart pounded in his ears as the combination of the visuals and the lewd, wet sounds coming from the video was enough to make his cock throb painfully in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him.
In the next frame, Patode’s enormous cock came into view, the thick shaft glistening evidence of his conquest as he lined himself up against Shipra’s wet entrance. "Time for round two, Shipra," Patode’s deep, gravelly voice filled the room, dripping with dominance and dark promises.
Without any hesitation, Patode thrust his full length into her waiting cunt in one smooth, relentless motion. Shipra’s muffled scream of pleasure echoed in the room, followed by a series of breathy gasps and moans that sent shivers down Toppo’s spine. The camera captured every obscene detail—the way Shipra’s pussy stretched to accommodate Patode’s girth, the way her ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, the wet squelching sounds that filled the air, amplifying the erotic intensity.
Ohhhh...Goddd.....Patode...Go....Slow....Ahhh...Ahhh..Ahhhh
“Fuck… yes, take it all, you dirty slut,” Patode growled off-screen, his voice filled with triumph. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. It was a merciless, animalistic fuck, and Shipra’s desperate moans only spurred Patode on, making him go harder, deeper.
This was too much stimulation for Toppo. His hand moved faster, jerking himself furiously as he watched, completely lost in the depraved pleasure of it all. The video, though shaky, felt almost too real, as if he could reach out and touch them, as if he was a silent, invisible participant in this debauchery. He could feel his orgasm building, his breaths turning into ragged gasps, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter.
The camera zoomed out this time giving an aerial view, capturing the way Shipra’s body writhed beneath Patode, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. It was a symphony of lust and degradation, and Toppo couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a guttural groan, he erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his hand and the sheets beneath him. He continued stroking, riding the waves of his intense orgasm, his eyes never leaving the screen, the filthy images burned into his mind. The sound of Shipra’s moans, the sight of her being ravaged, the knowledge that it was all real, that this wasn’t just some porn but a real married woman he had obsessed over, being fucked senseless by another man— it was more than enough to send him over the edge into a mind-numbing climax.
Toppo lay there panting, his heart still racing, his mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all. He had made a mess, his cum splattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He reached for his phone with his clean hand, still trembling from his release, and typed out a message to Patode:
"Holy fuck, bhau! That was exhilarating. Thank you. Make sure to capture more videos, especially with her face in it. When do I get to taste her Bhau?
He hit send, licking his lips in eager anticipation. The message hung there, glowing ominously on his screen. Toppo knew Patode wouldn’t respond immediately; the man was probably too busy indulging in every carnal fantasy he could dream up with Shipra. But that thought alone—imagining what else Patode might be doing to her, the ways he could be using her body through the night—was enough to send shivers of excitement down Toppo's spine.
The images and video clips Patode had sent were just the beginning, a teasing preview of the complete defilement happening behind closed doors. Toppo’s mind raced with possibilities, his imagination filling in the gaps between those sultry clips. He could almost hear Shipra’s muffled cries, the slap of skin against skin, the degrading taunts that Patode was surely whispering into her ear as he took her in every way imaginable.
But more than the thrill of secrecy, the taboo, the stolen glimpses into someone else's most private moments, what truly satisfied Toppo was the anticipation of sweet revenge against Alok. This wasn’t just about lust; it was about power, control, and a deep-seated grudge he had nursed for so long. He could barely contain his glee as he imagined the scene he would orchestrate—he and Patode taking turns on Shipra, right in front of her husband, reducing her to a plaything, a pawn in their twisted game. The thought of Alok’s horror-stricken face, watching helplessly as they defiled and corrupted his wife, brought a dark satisfaction that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
With a wicked grin, Toppo lay back on his bed, one hand lazily stroking his still throbbing erection. His mind was racing with scenarios, each more depraved than the last, as he waited for the next notification. The prospect of seeing more explicit evidence of Shipra’s complete submission, more proof of her degradation, made every second of waiting feel like a tantalizing eternity. The suspense only heightened his arousal, knowing that by morning, he would have even more ammunition to fuel his fantasies and plot his ultimate revenge.
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Patode sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still erect hard as a rock, glistening with the slick remnants of their heated session. Behind him, Shipra lay sprawled in a state of exhaustion and satisfaction, her body quivering with the lingering aftershocks of the relentless pleasure Patode had wrung from her. She was still catching her breath, struggling to recover from the second brutal round of fucking that had left her utterly spent. For over fifteen relentless minutes, he had kept her pinned in a prone position, her body completely at his mercy as he drove her to climax after climax, leaving her mind blank and her body shaking.
Her long hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-drenched skin, her face buried into the mattress as if seeking some refuge from the onslaught she had just endured. The pillow he had positioned beneath her hips kept her ass raised high, leaving her thighs parted wide in a lewd display of submission. Her legs were splayed open, completely exposing the evidence of their raw, unrestrained fucking. Her pussy was thoroughly used, glistening with a mix of her arousal, the soft inner lips swollen and flushed from the merciless pounding she had taken.
The sheets beneath her told their own story, a large damp spot darkening the fabric where her juices had soaked through, a physical reminder of the debauchery that had taken place. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady, intoxicating mix that seemed to cling to everything. Patode placed the phone carefully in a recording position stuck between the mattress and the edge of the wooden bed, having just finished sending explicit updates to Toppo. A sense of triumph radiated from his eyes as he turned back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. His eyes roved over the sight of her—utterly debauched, utterly conquered. The marks of his hands were still visible on her hips where he had held her in place, the faint bruises a reminder of how roughly he had taken her.
"So, tell me, Shipra," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "which position did you enjoy the most? Getting pounded from behind like the filthy little bitch? Or being taken in the prone position, completely submitting to me like a good obedient sub?" His tone was cruelly teasing, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he drank in the sight of her still-quivering thighs. "You don't need to answer right now, we will be trying some more positions before I am done with you. You can tell me in the morning," Patode continued.
Shipra raised her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and remnants of pleasure. The words Patode spat at her were cruel, each one piercing her pride, but despite herself, her body’s response betrayed her. She could feel another rush of wetness seeping between her thighs, undeniable evidence of her arousal. She knew she should refuse, should put an end to this madness, but the words that left her lips were faint, uncertain.
"I don't think I can take anymore, Patode," she whispered, her voice hoarse, laced with exhaustion. "Please, let's call it a night." Her plea was soft, almost a murmur, as if she herself wasn't convinced.
But Patode wasn’t ready to stop; he had tasted victory, the power of making her surrender, and he wasn't going to let that go. He stepped closer, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of lust and dominance. His hand trailed down her sweat-slicked spine, fingers dragging possessively over her quivering skin. He could see the way her body responded, the subtle arching of her back, the way her thighs instinctively spread wider as if inviting him back in.
“Oh, I know you can take it and besides I haven't cummed even once, Shipra,” he growled. Without warning, he slapped her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Shipra yelped, her body jolting forward from the impact, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. Patode smirked at her reaction, relishing in the power he held over her. “You think I’m satisfied after just a couple of rounds? In fact with such a sexy MILF like you, I’ve barely gotten started. I’m going to fuck you senseless, all night long, until you've lost all your inhibition and shame.”
He leaned over her, his large frame looming over her prone, submissive form. His breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Let’s face it, Shipra. You’re not the dutiful wife you pretend to be,” he whispered, his tone dripping with derision. “You’re just a slut desperate to be fucked right, something your pathetic husband could never give you. Admit it,” he hissed, his fingers finding their way back between her thighs, parting her swollen lips to rub against her slick entrance. “Admit that no one has ever made you cum so hard repetitively before. You're loving every second of this adulterous sex.”
Shipra bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to spill out. Every degrading word he spoke should have filled her with disgust, should have made her push him away, but instead, they sent a jolt of forbidden excitement coursing through her. Her body arched into his touch, her inner walls clenching desperately around nothing, craving the fullness of him once more.
Patode’s fingers teased her mercilessly, dipping just inside her cunt before pulling away, keeping her on edge. “What’s the matter, Shipra? Too ashamed to admit how much you love this?” he taunted, withdrawing his fingers completely, leaving her empty and wanting. “Or maybe you’re afraid to admit that you’re a filthy little whore who gets wet just thinking about me fucking you?”
A strangled moan escaped her lips, and she could feel her resolve crumbling, the last shreds of her dignity slipping away.
“Oh goddd Patode... please,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes....I am loving it, Patode. Just... just don't tease me.” The words were barely out before she felt his hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet his gaze.
“That's more like it," he growled, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He yanked her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and building desire. "Then you're going to totally enjoy what I am going to do next," he continued, his voice a low, menacing rumble.
"Let's try something more traditional, shall we?" Patode taunted, releasing her hair abruptly and watching her head drop back onto the pillow. "I want to see that pretty face of yours while I ruin you," he said, leaning down to nip at her neck, leaving a trail of possessive bites along her collarbone.
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back with a force that left her breathless. Her legs fell open instinctively, her body betraying her mind as it readied itself for him. Patode positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze lingering on the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, still dripping from their last round.
"That's much better," he murmured, as he traced a finger down her wet slit, collecting her juices before bringing his finger to his lips and tasting her. "Sweet and ready, just how I like it."
Shipra's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. There was a moment of defiance in her eyes, a flicker of resistance, but it was quickly extinguished as he lined his throbbing cock against her entrance.
"I want you to watch me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Look at me while I fuck you senseless. I want to see how a real man fucks a married slut."
With a slow, agonizing push, he entered her, inch by inch, his cock stretching her walls to their limits. Shipra’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely, the sensation both painful and exhilarating.
Patode’s grin widened as he saw her reaction, her nails clawing at the sheets as her body struggled to accommodate his girth. He leaned over her, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his face inches from hers. “There it is,” he whispered, thrusting deeper, watching her eyes roll back. “That’s the look I wanted. That’s the face of a woman being fucked like she’s never been fucked before.”
He pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her with a force that shook the bed. Shipra cried out, her body jerking upwards, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.....
Patode didn’t relent; he set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her further up the bed, his grip on her wrists tightening to keep her in place
Unghhh...Unghhhh...Unghhhh
“Tell me,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pound into her, “Who’s a better lover, a better fuck? Your pathetic husband or me? I want to hear you say it.”
Shipra tried to turn her head away, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed her jaw and turned it towards him, forcing her to look at him. “Say it,” he demanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Say it, or I'll stop," Patode threatened.
Her eyes widened at the threat, despite the humiliation, the need coursing through her veins was undeniable. “No, Patode... please... don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, each word punctuated by a moan as his thick cock teased the edge of her entrance, threatening to withdraw completely.
“Then answer me,” he snarled, his grip tightening on her jaw, pushing her closer to a mix of pain and pleasure as he slowed his pace almost stopping his rhythmic strokes. “Who’s fucking you better me or your dear hubby?”
Shipra’s resolve faltered, the desperation to keep feeling the pleasure overriding any lingering shame. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as she bucked her hips towards him, desperate to feel him deep inside her again. But Patode remained still, holding her on the brink, waiting for the words he craved to hear.
“You…,” she finally managed to choke out, tears of frustration and twisted pleasure welling up in her eyes. “You’re fucking me better,” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathless confession.
“Louder, slut. Better than who,” he commanded, his eyes glinting with triumph as he watched her surrender to the dark desires he was coaxing out of her.
“You’re fucking me better than my husband!” Shipra screamed, the sound almost feral, as if the admission itself pushed her closer to the edge. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and raw lust, the confession tearing through her last vestiges of resistance.
“Good girl,” Patode purred, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he released her jaw, only to slide his hand down to her delicate throat. He wrapped his fingers around it, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes widen in both fear and a strange, thrilling excitement. “Now, keep those pretty eyes on me, while fuck you to another orgasm” he hissed, his grip on her throat firm but not painful, a promise of control that sent a fresh wave of wetness between her thighs. “I want to see your innocent face when I make you cum like the filthy little slut you are.”
With that, he thrust back into her, his cock filling her completely, hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars. Shipra’s back arched, her nails raking down his forearms as he set a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving her closer to the precipice. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her gasps and cries growing louder, more desperate, as the pressure built inside her once more.
“You can't get enough, don’t you?” Patode taunted, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. “Being fucked like the needy little slut you are, begging for every inch of my cock. This is the whorish side of you that you’ve been hiding all along. Isn't it?”
Shipra’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his words cutting through her like a blade, making her inner walls clench around him as she was dragged helplessly toward another climax. “Yes… oh god, yes… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need, her eyes glazed over as she met his gaze.
Patode’s smile turned savage as he increased his pace, slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath them, her body jerking with each powerful thrust. “That’s right, Shipra. Cum for me, show me how much you're loving being degraded and defiled by my cock,” he growled, his hand tightening around her throat just enough to make her vision blur at the edges, heightening her pleasure to an unbearable intensity.
Shipra's screams reached a fever pitch as her body shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her trembling, every nerve ending set alight with sensation. The sight of her coming undone, her face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the waves of her climax, was enough to push Patode to the brink.
“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so tight, Shipra… I swear I’m going to ruin you for your precious hubby,” he snarled, the words laced with a vicious, possessive heat. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never feel the same way with him. You’ll always know who owns this pussy now and will crave to be stuffed by my meat.”
He didn’t let up, even as her body convulsed beneath him, her cries turning into breathless whimpers as she was pushed into overstimulation. His eyes never left her face, drinking in the sight of her surrender, the proof of his complete domination over her.
Shipra’s entire body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending singing from the aftershocks of her latest climax. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, eyes glazed, pupils blown wide as she clung to the last threads of her sanity. She was utterly lost, overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure and degradation that he was forcing upon her. There was nothing left in her world but the relentless thrust of Patode’s cock, filling her, stretching her, and pulling her under again and again.
Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as another orgasm tore through her, her cries a desperate, broken symphony of ecstasy. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, but still, he did not let up. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, forcing her to take him deeper, harder, driving her into the mattress with a merciless rhythm that left her gasping for air.
“Brace yourself, Shipra,” Patode growled, his voice a guttural snarl thick with desire, the words dripping with the promise of something forbidden. He was teetering on the edge of his own release, every muscle in his body straining as he fought to hold back. "I can't hold it Shipra. I’m going to flood your womb with my potent seed, Shipra. I want you to take it all, every last drop. Let me cum inside you… let us cum together,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged, each word a plea edged with desperation. He could feel her tight walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had, and it was driving him to the brink.
The temptation was too much to resist. The allure of fucking the elusive Shipra raw, the thrill of having her bare and vulnerable, her married pussy wrapped around him after all this time—it was intoxicating. He wanted to keep going, to push her past every boundary, to take her in ways no one else had, to claim her in a way that left no doubt who she belonged to in that moment. The thought of filling her up, of spilling himself deep inside her, sent a surge of primal lust coursing through him. He was losing control, his restraint slipping with every thrust, the need to cum inside her becoming unbearable.
But then, Shipra’s dazed voice broke through the haze of lust clouding his mind. “No… No, Patode... you... promised... to pull out,” she screamed, her voice raw and panicked as reality crashed down around her. Up until now, she had been lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her, allowing him to take her bareback, ignoring the filthy things he whispered in her ear, the taunts and insults he used to degrade her marriage, to push her into a desperate frenzy of need. She had played along with his every fetish, letting him use her, humiliate her, all for the sake of the intense, forbidden pleasure he was giving her. But this—this was too much. The threat of a creampie, of being filled with his seed, was a line she couldn’t allow him to cross.
“NOOOO!!!” she cried out, her voice rising to a shrill pitch, her body bucking against him in a desperate attempt to pull away, to escape the hold he had on her. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and panic now, snapping her back to reality. Despite it being her safe day, she couldn’t let him degrade her to this extent. The thought of being bred, of having his cum deep inside her, was too much for her to bear. She had given in to everything else, but this was the one thing she couldn’t allow, the one boundary she couldn’t let him break.
She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling as she tried to shove him away, her nails digging into his skin in her frantic attempt to get free. “You promised, Patode!” she screamed, her voice panicky with a stern look towards Patode . “You promised to pull out! Don’t you dare cum inside me!”
Patode's eyes glinted with a mix of frustration and dark amusement as he gave Shipra a hard, penetrating look. “Only if you let me fuck you again in the morning,” he growled, his voice dripping with the promise of more debauchery. He punctuated his demand with a sudden, deep thrust, driving himself into her with a force that made her body jolt, his cock buried to the hilt inside her slick, trembling heat. He purposely twitched his cock inside her, making her gasp as her overstimulated walls clenched around him in a desperate, involuntary response.
Shipra's breath hitched, panic flooding her already clouded mind. “Okay… okay, Patode, pull it out now!” she begged, her voice tinged with desperation, every nerve in her body on edge, terrified of him breaking his promise.
With a wicked grin, Patode relented, but not before giving her a few more quick, punishing thrusts that had her moaning despite herself, her back arching off the bed. “Good girl,” he muttered, his voice a low, satisfied growl. “I knew you’d see things my way.”
Finally, he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening, twitching with the need for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Climbing up her body with a feral intensity, he positioned himself with his knees on either side of her heaving breasts, which were spilling out from the confines of her disheveled blouse. Shipra’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he intended.
Instinctively, she covered her face with her hands, expecting him to either force himself into her mouth or plaster her face with his cum. But Patode had different plans. “No, no, sweetheart… I’ve got something else in mind,” he taunted, his voice a lewd whisper. With one hand, he began to stroke his cock furiously, the wet sounds of his slick shaft moving through his fist filling the room, each obscene stroke accompanied by a deep, primal groan from the depths of his throat.
He leaned over her, his gaze locked on her chest, his eyes burning with a perverse satisfaction as he aimed himself. The sight of Shipra beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, the remnants of their debauchery coating her thighs, was enough to send him over the edge. Within seconds, he let out a loud, guttural groan, his body shuddering violently as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from him, painting her chest in sticky streaks, each spurt more powerful than the last.
Patode was relentless, his hips jerking as he continued to stroke himself, directing every last drop of his release onto her. Rope after rope of his cum splattered across her skin, coating her in a sheen of his essence. He was thorough, deliberate, making sure that none of his release went to waste. The lewd display lasted for what felt like an eternity, until he finally drained himself dry, collapsing beside her on the bed with a loud, satisfied thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. Shipra, still trembling from the intense encounter, hesitated before slowly lowering her hands from her face. She had expected the worst, but what she found was something far more devastating. She pushed herself up, resting against the bed’s headboard, her body still weak and shaky from the brutal session.
As her gaze traveled down her own body, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock and horror. Her chest was a mess, covered in a thick layer of Patode’s cum. But it wasn’t just her skin that was defiled—her mangalsutra, the sacred chain that hung around her neck, the symbol of her vows, her marriage, her commitment to her husband, was now dripping with Patode’s semen.
The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. The delicate gold chain, once a testament to her love and fidelity, was now tarnished, desecrated by the physical evidence of her infidelity. The sight of his cum smeared across the sacred beads was a cruel, humiliating reminder of her betrayal, a testament to how far she had fallen from grace.
Shipra’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame, guilt, and a twisted, lingering arousal swirling within her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, her fingers shaking as they reached up to touch the mangalsutra, feeling the warm, sticky mess that clung to it. The weight of what she had done, the line she had crossed, settled heavily on her shoulders.
Patode noticed the shift in Shipra's demeanor and let out a low, mocking laugh that filled the room. “Just look at you,” he taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Wearing my cum like it’s a new piece of bridal jewelry,” he sneered, eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of her, covered in the evidence of their forbidden encounter.
“You know,” he continued with a cruel smile, “you really should have let me finish inside you. But this?” He gestured to the mangalsutra dripping with his release. “This is even better. Now, every time you see that necklace, you’ll remember tonight, remember how I took you, how you begged for it, how you loved every second of being defiled.”
"Shut up Patode, that was over the line. You did it intentionally didn't you," Shipra said in a firm angry tone as she reached out for the night stand to get the tissue. She took out a few and hurled the rest of the box towards Patode in anger. "Get out now, you don't get to stay the night for what you did,"
"Oh come on, It's not such a big deal Shipra," Patode said nonchalantly. "You are overreacting. You just cheated on your husband, allowed me to fuck you bareback and even acknowledged me as a better lover than your husand, does it really matter now if I ruined your mangalsutra with my jizz?" Patode snatched the tissue from Shipra's hand.
"What the hell Patode," Shipra shot back frustrated at Patode's action. "Enough of your lewd comments Patode," Shipra continued her voice grew louder as she confronted him, her eyes narrowing into a stern, unforgiving glare. “You did it just to degrade my marriage, to humiliate me for your own sick pleasure. Isn’t that right?” Her words were sharp, biting, meant to wound as she struggled to reclaim her dignity.
Patode just leaned back against the headboard, an infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face, clearly unfazed by her outburst. His nonchalance only stoked the fire of her anger further.
“And all that talk about being a better lover and all?” Shipra continued, her voice shaking with emotion. “That was just sex talk, things said in the heat of the moment. It meant nothing, do you hear me? Nothing at all, Patode!” She could barely look at him, the shame of everything that had transpired weighing heavily on her. “I was vulnerable, caught up in the moment, and you got lucky, that’s all. I let myself get carried away by everything you did tonight. Now hand over the tissue and get lost." Shipra tried to get rid of Patode unable to face the embarassing situation as the reality of her action finally dawned on her.
“Sex talk? Heat of the moment? Meant nothing?” Patode sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Who are you fooling, Shipra? Just minutes ago, you were screaming my name, begging me to go harder, deeper, as you came over and over. Don’t pretend it was just meaningless. Have you ever been fucked like that before?” His tone was relentless, his words slicing through her like a knife.
He took a step closer, eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction as he watched her flinch. “The way your body trembled, the way you spasmed around me with every stroke—it was obvious, Shipra. You’ve been starving, unsatisfied, and I gave you exactly what you’ve been craving.”
Shipra opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, refusing to let her speak. “And let’s be real, Shipra. If you truly cared about that husband of yours, if he really mattered, you would have taken off that mangalsutra before you spread your legs for me.” His voice was low, menacing, as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
“Yes, I ejaculated on your precious mangalsutra on purpose,” he confessed with a twisted grin. “I did it to show you that you don’t have to be chained by that piece of jewelry anymore. Tonight, you chose your desires over the empty vows that necklace represents. And now, look at it,” he gestured towards her chest, where the mangalsutra hung, defiled. “Covered in my cum. It’s proof of what you truly want, of the woman you are underneath all that pretense.”
He gave a dark, triumphant laugh. “Don’t bother cleaning it off. You should take it off, Shipra, and tie it around my cock instead. That’s where your loyalty belongs now—with a real man who can give you the satisfaction and support you’ve been denied."
“You’re disgusting, Patode,” she spat, her voice dripping with mockery as she fought to steady her racing heart. Each word he uttered was a knife twisting deeper, a cruel reminder of how far she had let herself go. “If you think you’ve broken me, if you believe I’m going to become another one of your toy like Namrata, then you’re dead wrong,” Shipra shot back, her tone laced with defiance.
But Patode just laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Am I? We’ll see about that.” He reached out, almost casually, and caressed Shipra's cheek, his touch a cruel mockery of tenderness. “I’ll give you some time to pretend this was all just a vulnerable moment for you, but we both know the truth. You're hooked to this feeling and you’ll come crawling back, begging for more.”
With that, he turned away, grabbing his phone swiftly and clothes from the floor with a casual ease, as if he had done it countless times. He paused at the door, throwing one last, taunting glance over his shoulder. “I'll be waiting for our morning session Shipra, as you promised, you know where to find me. My cock will be extra hard in the morning for you.”
And then he was gone, leaving Shipra alone in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing down on her like a physical weight.
End of Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 2 : Can't get enough
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