03-01-2026, 02:24 PM
The room smelled strongly of sweat, sex, and fear. Nisha’s soft cries filled the air as Tabu held her hips tightly. The thick strap-on was halfway inside Nisha’s tight, virgin asshole. Every small move made Nisha shake and gasp in pain.
Kajal was under her sister. Her own strap-on was deep inside Nisha’s wet pussy. She felt every squeeze and shiver. Silent tears ran down Kajal’s face. In her mind, she begged again and again: *Please stop… I will do anything, anytime… just don’t hurt my little sister more.*
Tabu smiled like a hunter. She leaned over Nisha’s back, her big breasts pressing on sweaty skin. Her voice was soft but cruel. “Your friend below looks so sad. She wants to beg for you.” Tabu pushed a little deeper. Nisha let out a sharp cry.
Then Tabu spoke clearly. “Here is what you will do. You will fuck this pussy hard for five minutes. Very hard. No stopping. I will go slow in her ass. See? I am being kind.”
Kajal’s heart broke, but she had no choice. She pulled back and thrust hard. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud. Nisha screamed right away—a loud, painful scream. Her body jumped with every strong push from Kajal.
Tabu moved slowly, enjoying the tight heat around her strap-on. Each time Kajal pushed hard, Tabu slid a little deeper. Nisha’s cries became louder and more broken. The room was full of wet sounds, screams, and the smell of her body giving in even through the pain.
Nisha’s fingers scratched the bed. “It hurts… please… it hurts too much…” Tears fell on Kajal’s chest. Her pussy became very wet even though it hurt, and small forced orgasms made her body shake.
Outside the window, Hansika, Sai, and Deeksha watched with wide eyes. Hansika’s hand covered her mouth. Deeksha’s legs still felt sticky from earlier. They were scared. “She is too strong… too cruel,” Hansika whispered. Sai only nodded, afraid to speak.
Five minutes felt like forever. Nisha screamed until her voice was gone. Her body shook with big, unwanted orgasms. Finally, she gave one last long cry, her eyes closed, and she fainted. Her body fell heavy on Kajal, breathing slow and weak.
Tabu pulled out very slowly. Nisha’s asshole was red, swollen, and a little open. A few drops of blood mixed with the lube. Tabu took off the strap-on and looked at Kajal.
“Not one word to her,” Tabu said coldly. “From today, you are my slave. You come when I call. You do everything I say. Or the videos go out, and everyone knows. Understand?”
Kajal cried and nodded fast. “Yes, Mistress… I understand. I will obey.”
Tabu waved her hand. “Take her and go. Clean her quietly.”
Kajal’s legs shook as she lifted Nisha. She wrapped her sister in the saree and carried her out into the dark night. The campus was silent. No one saw them. She reached the hostel room, locked the door, and put Nisha gently on the bed.
In the soft moonlight, Kajal brought warm water and a gentle cloth. She removed Nisha’s clothes slowly. There were dark finger marks on her hips and red lines on her bottom from the spanking.
When Kajal opened Nisha’s legs to clean, she saw blood—small red lines from her pussy and more from her sore asshole. Kajal’s heart hurt badly. Fresh tears fell as she cleaned very carefully.
“I am so sorry, my little sister,” Kajal whispered again and again. “I could not protect you.” She put cooling cream on the hurt places, kissing the bruises softly. She cried quietly while working.
When Nisha was clean and covered with a fresh sheet, Kajal lay beside her. She held her sister close, smelling her hair under the bad smells of the night. Kajal did not sleep. She stayed awake till morning, stroking Nisha’s hair and promising herself: *I will take all the pain from now on. Tabu can do anything to me… but never again to you.*
Kajal was under her sister. Her own strap-on was deep inside Nisha’s wet pussy. She felt every squeeze and shiver. Silent tears ran down Kajal’s face. In her mind, she begged again and again: *Please stop… I will do anything, anytime… just don’t hurt my little sister more.*
Tabu smiled like a hunter. She leaned over Nisha’s back, her big breasts pressing on sweaty skin. Her voice was soft but cruel. “Your friend below looks so sad. She wants to beg for you.” Tabu pushed a little deeper. Nisha let out a sharp cry.
Then Tabu spoke clearly. “Here is what you will do. You will fuck this pussy hard for five minutes. Very hard. No stopping. I will go slow in her ass. See? I am being kind.”
Kajal’s heart broke, but she had no choice. She pulled back and thrust hard. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud. Nisha screamed right away—a loud, painful scream. Her body jumped with every strong push from Kajal.
Tabu moved slowly, enjoying the tight heat around her strap-on. Each time Kajal pushed hard, Tabu slid a little deeper. Nisha’s cries became louder and more broken. The room was full of wet sounds, screams, and the smell of her body giving in even through the pain.
Nisha’s fingers scratched the bed. “It hurts… please… it hurts too much…” Tears fell on Kajal’s chest. Her pussy became very wet even though it hurt, and small forced orgasms made her body shake.
Outside the window, Hansika, Sai, and Deeksha watched with wide eyes. Hansika’s hand covered her mouth. Deeksha’s legs still felt sticky from earlier. They were scared. “She is too strong… too cruel,” Hansika whispered. Sai only nodded, afraid to speak.
Five minutes felt like forever. Nisha screamed until her voice was gone. Her body shook with big, unwanted orgasms. Finally, she gave one last long cry, her eyes closed, and she fainted. Her body fell heavy on Kajal, breathing slow and weak.
Tabu pulled out very slowly. Nisha’s asshole was red, swollen, and a little open. A few drops of blood mixed with the lube. Tabu took off the strap-on and looked at Kajal.
“Not one word to her,” Tabu said coldly. “From today, you are my slave. You come when I call. You do everything I say. Or the videos go out, and everyone knows. Understand?”
Kajal cried and nodded fast. “Yes, Mistress… I understand. I will obey.”
Tabu waved her hand. “Take her and go. Clean her quietly.”
Kajal’s legs shook as she lifted Nisha. She wrapped her sister in the saree and carried her out into the dark night. The campus was silent. No one saw them. She reached the hostel room, locked the door, and put Nisha gently on the bed.
In the soft moonlight, Kajal brought warm water and a gentle cloth. She removed Nisha’s clothes slowly. There were dark finger marks on her hips and red lines on her bottom from the spanking.
When Kajal opened Nisha’s legs to clean, she saw blood—small red lines from her pussy and more from her sore asshole. Kajal’s heart hurt badly. Fresh tears fell as she cleaned very carefully.
“I am so sorry, my little sister,” Kajal whispered again and again. “I could not protect you.” She put cooling cream on the hurt places, kissing the bruises softly. She cried quietly while working.
When Nisha was clean and covered with a fresh sheet, Kajal lay beside her. She held her sister close, smelling her hair under the bad smells of the night. Kajal did not sleep. She stayed awake till morning, stroking Nisha’s hair and promising herself: *I will take all the pain from now on. Tabu can do anything to me… but never again to you.*
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