Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

Part 25 - Making Nalini Ready for Next Stage

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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