Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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Chapter 28: Part 2: Continued.....

"The first question," Patode’s voice reverberated through the silent hall, deep and resonant, breaking Shipra's revere. His hands tightened around the mangalsutra, his dark eyes fixed on Shipra, who remained frozen at his mercy.

He paused, letting the weight of his statement hang in the air before continuing, his voice dropping to a measured, almost menacing calm. "When you tied the knot with Alok, as you both walked around the sacred fire, he vowed to take care of you in every way—financially, emotionally, sexually. Those promises were meant to bind you together, to give you security, love, and fulfillment."

Patode’s gaze never wavered, his eyes probing hers, searching for the truth she had tried to bury. "And yet," he said, his words slow and deliberate, "despite having a wife as beautiful, intelligent, and desirable as you—a woman for whom men would gladly kill—he has failed. Alok has failed you, Shipra, in every way that matters."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Shipra felt her throat tighten, her breath hitching as Patode’s words carved into her like a blade.

"He has become a pathetic excuse for a husband," Patode continued, his voice hardening, "a wimp who lives off his wife's income while contributing nothing to your life, to this marriage. He has failed to be your partner, your support, your lover. Emotionally, he has left you stranded, without the care or connection you deserve. And sexually..."

Patode's tone becoming firmer, his presence now almost suffocating. "Sexually, he has failed to awaken the passion within you, the fire that burns deep in your soul. He has left you yearning, unsatisfied, untouched in the ways a husband should never neglect."

Shipra’s lips parted, but no words came. Her heart pounded in her chest as the truth she had tried to ignore was laid bare before her, every word cutting deeper than the last.

"Tell me, Shipra," Patode said, his voice softening into an almost intimate whisper, "isn’t this correct? Isn’t this the truth you’ve been too afraid to admit, even to yourself?"

His question hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Shipra felt her defenses crumbling under the weight of it. Her mind raced, memories flashing through her—a marriage that had begun with hope but had devolved into emptiness, a husband who had taken her for granted, a life that had felt increasingly hollow.

Her throat constricted as she fought to find her voice, to confront the storm of emotions raging within her. The silence stretched, but Patode didn’t press. He simply stood there, waiting, his piercing gaze holding her captive, as if daring her to finally face the truth.

The silence grew oppressive, wrapping around Shipra like a vice. Patode’s words echoed in her mind, each syllable pulling at threads she had desperately tried to keep intact. She had spent years convincing herself that things were "good enough," but now, standing under the weight of his scrutiny, those defenses crumbled like sandcastles against an unforgiving tide.

"Alok is a wimp, and she knows it," Namrata's voice rang out from below, sharp and cutting. "She’s complained to me a thousand times about how pathetic he is in bed," she added, her tone dripping with mockery.

Namrata’s gaze flicked up to Shipra, her words laced with a challenge. "Be honest, Shipra. That’s the only way," she pressed, her voice insistent, pushing Shipra further toward the edge.

Shipra shoulders sagged under the weight of the truth, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. Her lips trembled as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, raw with emotion. "Yes... it's true."

"Louder," Patode roared with authority.

"Yes... Yes he has failed... It's true," Shipra blurted out unable to control her emotions. Her eyes teared up as she continued, her voice cracking. "I told myself it would get better... that if I just worked harder, if I gave more of myself, maybe he would change. Maybe we could find what we lost."

"But you couldn’t," Patode interjected, his voice gentle but firm, like a blade wrapped in silk. "Because it wasn’t yours to fix. He broke the vows, Shipra. He made the choice to live in complacency while you burned yourself out trying to keep the pieces together."

"Look at me," he continued, his voice low and intimate. "This isn’t about blaming yourself or wallowing in regret. It’s about what comes next. The question now isn’t what Alok failed to give you—it’s what you’re willing to give yourself. Are you ready to take control of your life? To claim the freedom and fulfillment you’ve always deserved?"

Shipra stared at him, her breath hitching as his words sank in. For the first time in what felt like years, she felt something stir within her—a spark, faint but undeniable. It was a spark of defiance, of determination, of something she had nearly forgotten: hope.

She swallowed hard, her voice steadier now as she replied. "I don’t know if I’m ready... but I think I want to be."

Patode's lips curled into a slow, approving smile, his gaze steady and unwavering as it held hers. "That’s all it takes, Shipra," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "The courage to want more. To believe you deserve better. The rest... will follow."

He tugged gently on the chain, drawing Shipra forward until their faces were just inches apart. The gesture was silent but commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. Patode leaned in, pressing a soft yet deliberate kiss to her lips, a fleeting moment of intimacy that carried an unspoken dominance.

 

Pulling back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers, his voice steady and edged with a mix of encouragement and challenge. "You’re doing well," he said, his words both a reassurance and a provocation. "But we’re just getting started. Six more questions to go."

Patode wiped her tears, his voice low and intimate. "From this moment on, you’re my responsibility, Shipra," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. "As long as you are here, I promise to take care of you—to meet every need you have, whether spoken or unspoken."

His words were like balm on an open wound, easing the sting of her pain and replacing it with a burgeoning sense of security. Shipra nodded, her lips parting as if to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, her silent affirmation carried the weight of her surrender and the burgeoning affection she couldn’t yet name.

Patode eased his grip, again putting a measured distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers. The air in the room grew heavy once again, the anticipation palpable. "Now," he said firmly, "we move to the second question."

He began, his words sharp and precise, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "The other day, when your dignity hung in the balance at the hands of those two vile brats—tell me, Shipra, who was the one who stepped in to save you?"

His words struck her like a blow, dragging her back to that harrowing moment. The memory surfaced unbidden: the leering faces, the humiliating jeers, the cold, suffocating fear as she realized the fragility of her safety. And then, the sudden intervention that had pulled her back from the brink, restoring her dignity when she thought all was lost.

Patode’s voice deepened, his tone laced with quiet intensity. "Do you realize what could have happened if that video had leaked? Have you truly considered the devastation it would have brought upon your life, your reputation? And yet..." He paused, his expression darkening. "Where was Alok during all of this? The man who vowed to protect you, to shield you from harm? Where was he when you needed him the most?"

Shipra’s breath hitched, the sting of his words intertwining with the bitter truth she had long avoided.

"It was his duty, Shipra," Patode continued, his voice soft but firm, each word deliberate and piercing. "As your husband, as a man, it was his responsibility to stand by you, to ensure your safety. But he failed. Instead, he has cast you aside, leaving you to fend for yourself in this godforsaken place. Tell me, Shipra, isn’t it true? Hasn’t Alok forsaken his duties—not just as a husband, but as a man?"

Shipra’s throat tightened as she struggled to respond. The weight of the question bore down on her, exposing wounds she had tried to hide. She thought of Alok—his apathy, his absence, his failure to stand up for her when she needed him the most. The truth was undeniable, yet voicing it felt like ripping open an old scar.

Her lips trembled as she finally broke the silence, her voice a mere whisper, laden with pain and reluctant acceptance. "It was you who saved me, Patode… not Alok and I can’t thank you enough for protecting my dignity when he couldn't." Her words faltered but carried the weight of her gratitude and despair.

Patode face lit up with confidence and arrogance. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, an almost paternal gesture that carried a possessive undertone. "You don’t have to thank me, Shipra," he replied, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "Under my care you are safe and I wouldn’t let anyone even think of hurting you." His words were steady, his tone imbued with a superiority that left no room for doubt.

Meanwhile, down below, Namrata was reveling in the moment, her sly grin widening as she took in every word of Alok’s character assassination. Her amusement was palpable, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and malice as she continued her slow, teasing ministrations on Patode. Her movements were calculated, deliberate, designed to draw out his pleasure while adding to the charged atmosphere in the room.

"I know the truth isn’t pretty, Shipra," Patode said, his voice softening slightly as he attempted to ease the tension that hung heavily between them. "But believe me, embracing it will open new doors for you. And you’ll thank me for it." His tone carried a calculated blend of reassurance and authority, coaxing her to accept the harsh reality he was presenting.

He shifted slightly, his gaze bore into hers with an unsettling mix of confidence and determination. "Let us continue," he said, his voice steady and deliberate. "For the third question, Shipra. Tell me have I ever mistreated you, disrespected your wishes or forced you?" He remained silent letting his words sink in and continued, "During our first encounter on that Sunday night, it was because of this very mangalsutra," he said, gesturing towards the mangalsutra. "You wanted me to stop, and I did, out of respect for your boundaries. Next time, you wanted me to pull out, even though I could have cummed inside you, but I respected your wish and did as you asked." His voice grew firmer, each word carefully chosen to reinforce his argument.

"And today, once again, it is you who wants to break free," he continued, his gaze never leaving hers. "It is you who wants to surrender to me, to give you the pleasures you have been denied all these years in your marriage. And I am here, ready to care for your needs, to give you everything you have longed for but never received."

Patode’s voice took on a sharper edge as he drove his point home. "Alok, on the other hand, has failed you yet again. He has failed to uphold the vow of treating you as his equal and honoring your wishes. Instead, he has taken decisions without considering you, forced responsibilities onto you, and left you to bear the weight of them alone. Tell me, Shipra," he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly, "isn’t that the truth? Isn’t it true that Alok has abandoned his duty, leaving you unfulfilled and unsupported?"

Patode's words struck a deep chord within Shipra, each syllable peeling away layers of denial she had carefully constructed over the years. Memories flooded her mind—Alok quitting his job without consulting her, pressuring her into accepting a promotion she wasn’t ready for, making decisions that affected them both without ever seeking her input. Time and again, he had taken the reins, leaving her to shoulder the consequences, all while expecting her silent compliance.

For years, she had convinced herself that his choices were for the good of their family, burying her own doubts and reservations in the name of harmony. But deep down, a nagging truth had always lingered—Alok had never truly treated her as an equal partner. And now, Patode had zeroed in on that sore spot with precision, exposing the wound she had refused to acknowledge.

Unlike the previous questions, where guilt and hesitation had clouded her responses, this time was different. The truth was undeniable, and for the first time, she felt no shame in admitting it. Her eyes, which once wavered with uncertainty, now burned with a mix of anguish and clarity.

The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them, raw and unfiltered. "Yes, Patode. Yes," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Alok has broken his vow to support me. He’s failed to treat me as his equal in this marriage, and he’s ignored my wishes time and again."

Her voice rose slightly, filled with years of pent-up frustration and pain. "He made decisions without me, for me, as though I had no say, no agency. And I let him… I let him because I thought it was what a good wife should do." Her chest heaved as the weight of her admission settled over her, her anguish laid bare.

"That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you for years, Shipra," Namrata interjected, her tone was smooth, almost soothing, but carried an unmistakable edge of manipulation. "Alok is just like every other patriarchal man—set in his ways, blind to your needs. He will never understand your wishes, your dreams, or the depth of your desires."

She pulled up slightly, her eyes narrowing as she pressed her point further. "If you keep burying your desires and ignoring your own needs, Shipra, you’ll always remain unfulfilled—both mentally and physically. Alok has proven time and again that he is controlling and inconsiderate."

Namrata’s voice softened, becoming almost hypnotic as she leaned closer to Patode, leaving no opportunity to tarnish Alok’s image or their relationship. "Let it all go today. Break free from the chains that bind you to a man who has failed to see your worth. Let Patode give you the peace of mind and the physical pleasure you’ve been craving. You deserve to feel alive, to be truly free, Shipra."

Shipra remained quiet, her mind a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. The truth she had avoided for so long was now laid bare, leaving her feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly lost. Her inner turmoil was evident, and Patode, ever perceptive, recognized the moment for what it was—an opportunity he could exploit to drive Shipra into complete submission.

With a cunning smile, he released his grip on the mangalsutra, letting it fall back against her chest. He slid his hands to her waist, pulling her into his embrace with a calculated intimacy. "You don’t have to feel so low, Shipra," he murmured, his voice smooth and velvety, the words wrapping around her like a comforting shroud. "Deep down, you already knew all of this. We’ve only helped you confront the reality you’ve been running from. The tough part is over, Shipra. Now, all that’s left is for you to embrace your new reality."

His words, gentle yet commanding, seemed to seep into her vulnerable mind, dissolving her resistance. Shipra straightened her posture, the weight on her shoulders lifting slightly as she pulled herself together. A flicker of determination crossed her face, and she looked Patode in the eye. "I’m ready for the next question, Patode," she declared, her voice steady despite the storm within her.

Patode’s grin widened, his satisfaction barely concealed. "Alright, Shipra," he began, his tone taking on a measured, persuasive cadence. "Then tell me this—is it right to bury your desires and live an unsatisfied life? To continuously adjust and compromise in a relationship that leaves you feeling hollow? Or do you think it’s healthier—better—to vent your feelings, to embrace your desires, even just once in a while?"

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his gaze locked on hers, pushing her further into the space he was carefully crafting for her.

Shipra’s eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and clarity as Patode’s words sank in. Deep inside, she knew he was right. The constant suppression of her desires, the endless compromises, and the façade of a perfect marriage had taken their toll. She had been running on empty for far too long, and now, for the first time, she felt an opportunity to release the burden she carried. Her lips parted, her voice soft yet resolute as she responded.

"You’re right, Patode," she said, her tone steady. "Burying my desires, living an unsatisfied life—it’s not healthy. I’ve been compromising for so long, forgetting what it feels like to want, to need, to feel alive." She paused, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. "Maybe it is time for me to vent, to let go of the frustration that’s been suffocating me."

"And do you know what the best part is?" Namrata chimed in with a sly smile tugging at her lips. "It will only help your marriage. Venting your frustrations here, with Patode, will keep your dissatisfaction from spilling over into your life with Alok. You can keep supporting your family, bearing all the responsibilities with help of Patode and fulfilling your needs on the way."

Shipra’s mind raced as she absorbed Namrata’s words. For years, she had believed that loyalty meant enduring silently, but now a different perspective was being laid out before her—one that promised both freedom and preservation of the life she had built. Slowly, she nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Maybe you’re right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe this is what I need—for myself and for my duties."

Patode’s smile deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw Shipra stepping further into the path he had laid out for her. Namrata, too, watched with a knowing smirk, pleased that her calculated words had done their work. The tension in the room shifted, anticipation building as Shipra began to embrace the new reality they had carefully crafted for her.

"Halfway through, Shipra. Now comes the surrender," Patode declared, his voice dripping with authority and a commanding edge that left no room for doubt. In one swift, confident motion, he grabbed her by her round, supple ass, his hands gripping her firmly. As he stood, he used the momentum to push Shipra back onto the couch, his movements calculated and dominant.

Now towering over her, his imposing figure exuded a raw, primal energy that filled the room. Shipra looked up at him, her breath hitching as his dominant aura enveloped her completely. Patode leaned forward, his hands trailing down her thighs, spreading them wide. The intimacy of his touch was overwhelming, and when he placed his thick, veined cock between her parted thighs, she could feel the heat radiating from him, the power he was about to unleash.

"Fifth question, Shipra," Patode growled, his tone now dripping with arrogant lust. He grasped his cock in his right hand and gently slapped it against her bare pussy, the action drawing a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips. The light contact sent a shiver through her, her resolve faltering as the teasing continued. His movements were deliberate, designed to weaken her defenses and stoke the growing hunger within her.

"It’s quite obvious," he continued, his voice low and tantalizing as he gazed into her eyes, "but I need to hear it from your mouth. In all these years of marriage, I am confident that Alok has never given you the pleasure you’ve experienced with me in just these last two days. Tell me, Shipra, am I or am I not a better lover than him? A better man?" His words were sharp, his confidence unshakable. "An alpha male who understands your needs, who awakens the wild, untamed side of you?"

He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath grazing her skin. "We both know the truth, Shipra. I am the only one who can satisfy you in ways Alok never could. The only one who can fulfill the desires you’ve buried for so long. Tell me—are we not more sexually compatible? Do I not make you feel more alive, more desired than you’ve ever felt before?"

As he spoke, Patode continued to tease her relentlessly, his cock tapping against her slit, the rhythmic motion sending waves of heat coursing through her. Occasionally, he rubbed his entire length along her mound, parting her slick slit, the friction igniting a fire that was impossible to ignore. Shipra’s body betrayed her, her hips instinctively shifting to meet his teasing touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Unable to hold back any longer, she let out a moan that was almost a shout, her voice filled with raw, unfiltered desire. "Yes, Patode!" she cried out, her words tumbling over each other in a desperate confession. "Yes, you are a better lover than Alok. Sex with you is so much more pleasurable, more satisfying. Alok could never compete with your sexual prowess, your skills in bed. You made me orgasm so easily—something I’ve never experienced with him."

Her voice wavered as she added, almost breathlessly, "I can’t get enough of you. Even Namrata, who’s had God knows how many men between her legs, would agree." Shipra turned her gaze toward Namrata, her comment a mixture of taunt and submission, as if seeking validation from her.

Namrata, who had been silently observing with a knowing smirk, let out a soft chuckle, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she broke the silence. "You’re not wrong, Shipra," Namrata began, her tone playful yet firm, as though delivering a secret she had long guarded. "Among the countless partners I’ve been with, not one of them could ever come close to Patode—not in skill, not in stamina, and certainly not in the way he understands a woman’s deepest desires. It’s not just his ability to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, though that’s certainly part of it." She paused, her gaze flickering toward Patode with a glint of admiration, her words carrying a deeper reverence.

"Then, of course, there’s this magnificent monster cock of his," she continued, her voice dipping into a huskier register. "It’s more than just its size, Shipra—though, believe me, its size is something to marvel at. The way it fills you, reaches places inside you that you didn’t even know existed… it’s like he’s unlocking parts of you that have been dormant your entire life. And when he goes deep—so deep it feels like he’s touching your very core, almost reaching your womb—it’s a feeling you can’t put into words. It’s pure ecstasy, addictive in a way I never thought possible."

Her lips curled into a sly grin as she leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "That’s why I’ve stayed by his side all this time, Shipra. Not just because of his dominance, his confidence, or his unmatched skills in bed—but because he knows how to truly satisfy a woman, body and soul. And once you’ve tasted that kind of pleasure, nothing else even comes close."

As she spoke, Namrata moved closer to Shipra on the couch, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hand reached out, her fingers grazing Shipra’s full, heaving chest. With a seductive ease, she began caressing Shipra’s breasts, her touch sending shivers through the already charged atmosphere. Her gaze alternated between Patode and Shipra, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she added fuel to the fire.

"Go on, Patode," Namrata purred, her voice low and sultry. "Fire off the sixth question already. I’m getting restless—and I can tell Shipra is too." Her words hung in the air, laced with both anticipation and challenge, as her hand lingered, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.

Patode wasted no time. "Shipra," he began, his tone deep and laden with lust, "we’ve have fucked twice now, and each time, the pleasure you’ve experienced has grown more intense, more satisfying." His words carried the weight of undeniable truth, and the heat in his gaze made Shipra’s pulse quicken.

Her body, already responding to the palpable tension, betrayed her inner turmoil. She nodded slowly, unable to deny the sensations that had overwhelmed her, the longing that had consumed her during their encounters.

Patode leaned in closer, his hand brushing against her cheek, his thumb trailing along her jawline as his voice softened, becoming almost coaxing. "It’s not your desires or your needs that hold you back, Shipra," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. "It’s the psychological barrier—the weight of being a married woman—that keeps you from truly setting yourself free. You’ve built walls around yourself, chained by guilt and expectations. But deep down, you know those walls are only hurting you, suffocating the part of you that longs to be liberated."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing with a tone that blended dominance with reassurance. "I want you to confront that truth today, Shipra. To let go of those chains and embrace what you truly want. Confess to me, here and now, that from this very moment, you will give yourself to me completely. No hesitation. No reservations."

His hand moved to her breast, giving it a tight possessive squeezed, as his voice deepened with intent. "Surrender to me, Shipra. Your body, your soul—give them to me willingly and unconditionally. Let go of everything that has held you back and trust me to lead you into a freedom you’ve never known."

Shipra’s breath hitched as his words wrapped around her like a spell, dismantling the barriers she had so carefully constructed. The vulnerability in her eyes was met with the unrelenting confidence in his, a silent yet overpowering force that left her teetering on the edge of surrender. The heat of his touch and the power of his presence overwhelmed her senses, leaving her unable to resist the seductive web he and Namrata had woven around her. Her lips parted, trembling as she finally found the courage—or perhaps the surrender—to speak.

"I…" she began, her voice barely a whisper, laden with vulnerability and a yearning she could no longer deny. Her eyes locked onto his, seeking reassurance even as she gave in. "I surrender, Patode. My body, my soul… everything. It’s yours." Her words carried the weight of a decision that she knew would alter the course of her life, but in that moment, it felt liberating, like shedding a burden she had carried for far too long.

Patode’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk, his aura of dominance growing even stronger. He tightened his grip on her tit, pinching her nipple between his fingers making Shipra moan in both pain and pleasure. Their eyes remained locked in the heated moment ready to devour each other. "You’ve made the right choice, Shipra," he said, his voice a mixture of approval and promise. "From this moment on, you’re mine—completely. I’ll take care of you, fulfill every need and desire you’ve ever suppressed. You’ll never feel neglected or unfulfilled again."

With deliberate, teasing precision, Patode leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. The head of his cock brushed against her swollen, slick folds, parting them slowly. Shipra gasped sharply, her body arching instinctively to meet him, the intense sensation making her toes curl. The sensation of his hot rod ready to stretch her, ignited an overwhelming wave of pleasure that consumed her entirely.

 

Meanwhile, Namrata’s hands roamed over Shipra’s body with knowing expertise, her fingers pinching and teasing the sensitive peaks of her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling frame. Shipra’s senses blurred, caught between the delicious pressure of Patode’s cock on her fanny and the intoxicating torment of Namrata’s teasing.

The combined sensations were too much. Her thighs quivered as her body writhed beneath their touch, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Shipra let out a loud, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the room like a plea for release. Her hand shot up, clutching the headrest of the couch for support, her fingers digging into the fabric as waves of pleasure threatened to shatter her completely.



Ahhhhhhhh.. Patode

Shipra’s moan was abruptly silenced as Patode’s lips claimed hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring her with an intensity that left her breathless. The kiss was messy, passionate, and demanding, a testament to the fire consuming him. Patode’s self-control wavered; with two naked, stunning women at his mercy, the desire coursing through him was almost unbearable.

Impatience flared in him, and with his free hand he got hold of Namrata sitting beside Shipra. His fingers tangled in Namrata’s hair pulling her closer, eliciting a gasp from her before breaking his kiss with Shipra. Without hesitation, he turned his attention to Namrata, capturing her lips in a fervent, almost primal kiss. His movements were fluid yet commanding, leaving no doubt about his dominance over the moment.

As he kissed Namrata deeply, his hand trailed down her supple body, brushing over her curves with purpose before finding its way between her thighs. His fingers delved into her wetness with practiced skill, drawing soft moans from her lips even as they remained locked with his. The dual sensations sent shivers down Namrata’s spine, her body trembling under his touch.



The scene unfolded into a symphony of desire. Patode alternated between the two women, his kisses growing hungrier with each exchange. His cock teased the entrance of Shipra’s slick heat, brushing against her folds and keeping her on edge. Simultaneously, his fingers moved inside Namrata, curling and stroking in rhythm with his ministrations, coaxing gasps and moans from her lips.



Both women lay utterly surrendered to him, their bodies arching and writhing under his control. Their soft cries of pleasure mingled with the sounds of his heavy breathing, creating an intoxicating melody of raw passion. Patode reveled in the power he held over them, the couch becoming a stage for the escalating sensuality that bound the three of them together in an unrelenting, erotic dance.

Patode stepped back breaking away from them both, his lips curling into a smirk as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. On the couch, two of the most alluring women he’d ever encountered lay completely exposed, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat brought on by the fire he’d ignited within them. Their flushed skin, heaving chests, and parted lips painted a picture of unrestrained desire.

Their legs spread wide, revealing their glistening, swollen cunts, each glimmering and oozing with the evidence of their arousal. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breasts, soft swollen and sensitive, only added to the intoxicating allure. Their eyes, heavy-lidded with hunger and need, met his with unspoken pleas, begging him to continue and give them the release they craved.

Namrata, unable to hold back any longer, broke the silence, her voice trembling with desperation. "Come on, Patode, shoot the last question and let us get this over with," she implored, her tone a mix of frustration and raw need. "I can't resist much longer and neither can Shipra."

Patode let out a deep, throaty chuckle, his arrogance filling the room like a tangible force. Yet, he didn’t move closer. Instead, he crossed his arms and fixed them both with a commanding gaze, his smirk deepening. "Alright," he said slowly, his voice low and edged with a dark authority. "Here’s the final question, Shipra. Answer truthfully, accept what I am offering and your surrender will be absolute. Once you confess the inevitable, you’ll step fully into your new reality—free of the shackles that have bound you for far too long."

Shipra’s body tensed as his words sank in, but she nodded silently, her breath hitching.

Patode took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "In this short time with me, I’ve not only given you the security and support you’ve craved but have also treated you with the respect you deserve. I’ve honored your desires and reawakened the wildness in you. I have given you a glimpse of pleasure you’ve only dreamed about—pleasure your husband, Alok, failed to provide time and again."

His words were cutting, each one laced with truth and a ruthless conviction that sent a shiver down Shipra’s spine. "We’ve already established, through the last six questions, that I am superior to him in every way. I am the alpha male your really deserve, the man who can fulfill the deepest, most hidden parts of your soul. So now, answer me this."

Patode leaned in, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper, each word striking her like a bolt of electricity. "Should I, or should I not, have more right over you than your pathetic husband? Shouldn’t you submit to me, body and soul, without hesitation or shame? If you feel the same then from this day onwards, Shipra, you will totally submit to me and grant me complete, unrestricted access to your body whenever I want, wherever I want and however I want. Every inch of you—every curve, every hole—will belong to me. I will have the unquestionable authority to indulge my desires, no matter how dark, through you and with you."

He straightened, his voice growing louder, almost reverent. "Accept my terms, Shipra. Surrender yourself to me, and I promise to care for you, support you, and fulfill every carnal desire you’ve suppressed for far too long. Confess this to me, and I will take you to heights of pleasure you’ve never dared imagine. Starting tonight, you will truly be set free."

Shipra sat frozen, her body trembling as her mind wrestled with the impossible choice before her. Her instincts screamed for her to pull back, to step away from the dark path she’d ventured down, to reclaim some semblance of her dignity. But her body betrayed her—her skin still tingled from Patode’s touch, and the aching need that coursed through her made resistance feel like an impossible battle. The heat of the moment clouded her judgment, and her emotional vulnerability left her teetering on the brink of surrender.

Patode stood patiently, his smirk unwavering as he watched the war waging within her. He knew the effect he had on her, how her willpower faltered with every passing second. The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Namrata stirring beside her.

Namrata rose gracefully from the couch, her naked body glistening under the dim light. Her movements were deliberate as she approached Patode, her hips swaying seductively. She pressed herself against him, her hands sliding possessively over his chest as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

"Well," she purred, her voice dripping with playful malice, "it seems like our dear Shipra is struggling. Typical, isn’t it? She talks a big game, but when it comes to breaking free from her so-called modesty, she falters."

Namrata turned her head slightly, her sharp eyes locking onto Shipra. The smirk on her lips was both taunting and triumphant. "Let’s be honest, Patode," she continued, her tone now mocking. "She loves to pretend, doesn’t she? Playing the role of the devoted, faithful wife, all the while her body betrays her. She’s dripping with desire, aching to be touched, but still clings to this illusion of purity."

She stepped closer to Shipra, her voice dropping to a near whisper, though every word cut like a blade. "I’ll make you a deal, Shipra. If you have the courage to admit the truth, to confess that you’re ready to be Patode’s willing, unconditional slut, I’ll bow to you with respect. I’ll even admit you’re the better woman and will never question your life choices."

Namrata laughed softly, the sound filled with wicked amusement as she leaned back into Patode, her body molding to his. "But I doubt you have it in you. Go ahead, prove me wrong. Break free. Or…" She trailed off, letting her words linger like poison in the air before delivering her final blow.

"If you can’t, don’t worry. I’m more than happy to take your place." She turned to Patode, her hands gliding over his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his ear. "I’ll be your slut, Patode. Willingly. Unconditionally. Whenever and however you want."

The air in the room grew heavier, the tension palpable as Shipra’s mind spiraled. Namrata’s words stung, but they also sparked something deep within her. Pride, humiliation, and raw desire clashed violently as she sat there, her breaths uneven and her body trembling. Her gaze shifted between Namrata and Patode, the weight of the decision pressing down on her like never before. But as the seconds ticked by, the primal ache within her began to drown out the voices of doubt. Her breathing deepened, her body quivering not with hesitation, but with the raw anticipation of release.

Finally, Shipra rose to her feet, her eyes locked onto Patode’s with a smoldering intensity that left no room for doubt. The flush in her cheeks betrayed the tempest of emotions coursing through her—lust, submission, and the undeniable pull of surrender. She stood tall, her breaths coming in short, heated gasps as she took one step closer to him, then another.

Patode’s smirk widened as she approached, his arms still folded, his stance commanding. Namrata watched from the corner of her eye, intrigued and excited as she observed the transformation in Shipra.

Shipra stopped in front of Patode, her body inches from his, her chest rising and falling as she gathered the courage to speak. Her voice, when it finally came, was low but unwavering, dripping with lust and submission. "Take me," she said, her tone filled with raw hunger. "Take me to the bedroom, Patode, and fuck the living hell out of your new slut."

The words hung in the air like a spark igniting an inferno. Patode’s smirk turned into a full, predatory grin, his dominance radiating as he reached out and lifted Shipra by her hips making her wrap her knees around his waist and her arms around her neck. Without speaking another word they both latched on to each other their lips locked in hunger devouring each other.

Namrata, still standing beside them, let out a low chuckle. "Well, well," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like the slut inside you finally broke free."

Their kiss broke abruptly as Shipra pulled back, her gaze locking onto Namrata's with a look of triumph, her chest heaving from the intensity of the moment. For the first time, she felt a surge of control, as if she had won a battle in their unspoken rivalry. But before she could savor the moment or utter a word, Patode’s hand slid deftly between them, drawing her attention.

His fingers curled possessively around the mangalsutra resting against her chest. With a smirk that oozed dominance, Patode held it up, the gold chain glinting in the dim light as it dangled between them.

"Let’s get rid of this, Shipra," he murmured, his voice a low, coaxing growl. His eyes burned with intent as he began to lift the chain over her head. "You don’t need to wear this with me. My slut should be devoted to me and me alone. No reminders of the pathetic man you once married should remain."

Shipra’s breath hitched as his words sank in, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. But before she could respond, Namrata, who had been standing beside them with a mischievous smile, moved with purpose. She knelt gracefully at Patode’s feet, her slender fingers wrapping around his cock with practiced ease.

Without a word, Namrata positioned his thick, throbbing shaft at the entrance of Shipra’s aching, dripping pussy. Patode, understanding her silent gesture, didn’t give Shipra a moment to react.



In a single, simultaneous motion, he lowered Shipra onto his cock, impaling her with his thick, unyielding length, while pulling the mangalsutra free from around her neck. The sensation of his cock stretching her open was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure crashing over her that left her gasping and clutching at his shoulders for support.

Patode let out a deep, satisfied groan as he buried himself inside her, his hands gripping her hips possessively. With a wicked grin, he held her gaze, raising the mangalsutra for a final moment before turning and throwing it with deliberate precision across the room. The chain landed in the dustbin with a faint metallic clink, the sound ringing like a final declaration of Shipra’s submission.

Shipra’s lips parted, a protest forming in her mind, but it dissolved instantly as Patode began to move. The fullness of him inside her, the way he stretched and filled her aching core, silenced every rational thought. Her body responded instinctively, her hips moving to meet his thrusts as her head fell forward onto Patode's shoulder, a guttural moan escaping her lips.

Namrata stood up watching Patode's cruel display of dominance, her lips curving into a pleased smirk as she grabbed Shipra's tits as she made eye contact with Patode over her shoulder and whispered. "Looks like you finally realized your truth Shipra," Namrata teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Shipra couldn’t reply. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. The loss of her mangalsutra, the symbolic severing of her ties to her husband, no longer mattered. All that existed now was the raw, primal pleasure coursing through her, leaving her utterly at Patode’s mercy.

Patode’s eyes blazed with unleashed lust, a fire ignited by the total and complete surrender of Shipra. But this moment, this night, was only the beginning of her descent into submission—her transformation into his personal slut. The triumph he felt was electric, coursing through his veins as he relished the power he now held over her.

"Let’s take this afterparty to the bedroom, shall we, Shipra?" he said, his voice dripping with authority, though the question was purely rhetorical. Without waiting for an answer, he began moving toward the bedroom, his strong arms holding her steady as his cock remained buried deep inside her, stretching her to the limit with every step.

Shipra clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and raw desire. The intensity of the moment left her unable to form coherent thoughts—she could only feel. The fullness of him inside her, the possessive grip of his hands on her thighs, the low hum of his voice in her ear—it was overwhelming in every way.

Behind them, Namrata followed closely, a sly and satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue and anticipation as she watched Patode assert his dominance, leading Shipra into what would undoubtedly be an unforgettable night.

"You’re mine, Shipra," Patode murmured his voice low and ominous as they approached the bedroom door, "All mine."

End of Chapter 28: Part 2: You're all mine