11 hours ago
Shankar stepped out of his cabin and walked toward the office entrance. To his surprise, Vikram was already there, waiting with a serious expression. Without a word, Vikram followed him back to the cabin.
The moment they entered, both men stopped.
Meera was still fast asleep on the couch, completely unaware. Her legs were spread wide open — one foot resting on the floor, the other bent on the couch. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, pink and slightly glistening under the cabin lights. Her heavy breasts lay bare, rising and falling gently with each breath, dark nipples soft but prominent.
Vikram’s eyes darkened with raw lust.
“She is very ripe to get fucked,” he said in a low, hungry voice. “I cannot control myself seeing her like this. We have so many models waiting to spread their legs for us, but there’s something about her… something that pulls me in.”
She is smart, she needs to be added to our core team. She is trustworthy she is a good asset and she has good assets too. She can offer more to us for business and in bed also. We need to include her more into our business. She may be little scared but we can manipulate with her naked pics. We can tell her we will send to her husband. She is brainy but very innocent she will agree. Her husband seems to be a small time shopkeeper got a lottery with her. However we need to do a full back ground verification as we include her into our core group.
Shankar replied we already did verification on her, Vikram stopped him midway. Being part of your bra panty business that may be enough but to be part of our core group we need to trust her fully that she is not a threat in anyway. Then even if she is a threat or not.
He took a step closer, staring at her open pussy.
“I want to fuck her at the farmhouse. In the middle of a party. I want everyone to watch as I take her.”
Shankar smiled slightly, his own cock straining in his pants.
“It won’t be long now. She is becoming shameless. Today she walked fully naked in the car and through the office corridor without much resistance.”
Vikram reached out and grabbed Shankar’s hard dick through his pants, squeezing it firmly.
“You want to try her first, brother? Go ahead. I’ll have her next time.”
Shankar was rock hard. Vikram chuckled.
“You’re very hard… I can’t blame you.”
Vikram brought his finger to his mouth, wet it thoroughly with saliva, and slowly swiped it across Meera’s exposed pussy lips. Even in her deep sleep, Meera’s body reacted with a visible shiver. Her pussy twitched slightly at the rough, wet touch, a soft involuntary moan escaping her lips.
Vikram brought the finger back to his mouth and licked it slowly.
“Very hot… finger-licking good,” he murmured, tasting her.
Meera stirred slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake. Her legs remained shamelessly open, her wet pussy now glistening more from Vikram’s touch. Both brothers stood over her naked, sleeping body, their eyes filled with dark desire.
Meera stirred on the couch, her body still heavy with exhaustion and the lingering effects of the whiskey. The first thing she felt was a strange, warm wetness between her legs — a slick finger had just brushed across her exposed pussy lips. Her eyes fluttered open. She was still completely naked, lying sprawled on the couch with her legs spread wide. Her full breasts were bare, nipples stiff from the cool office air. A shiver ran through her body as the memory of the touch registered.
She sat up quickly, heart pounding. Her hands flew to cover her pussy and one breast as best as she could. The cabin was empty. Shankar was gone.
Meera stood on shaky legs. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Still in a daze, she walked out of the cabin toward the lobby area, one hand pressed tightly between her thighs covering her pussy, the other arm crossed over her heavy breasts. Her bare ass swayed with every step, completely uncovered. She felt the cool air of the empty office brushing against her most private parts.
As she reached the lobby, she froze.
Vikram was there.
Her heart nearly stopped. Shankar and Vikram were standing a little distance away, talking in low voices. She quickly ducked behind the half-open door of a nearby meeting room, peeking through the gap. Shankar has seen her naked many times but Vikram was different. Shankar was her saviour in many ways he is a decent getleman. Meera was not ready to show her naked body to Vikram she was still shy.
Vikram’s voice was calm but sharp.
“There was no raid. Someone fed us false information to test our reaction. They managed to breach somewhere in our system — low-level access, not enough to get real details, but enough to know about the Prince’s presence. We have a black mole amongst us we need to be careful. It was a trap to see how we would move.”
Shankar nodded, agreeing.
“It must be one of Ajmal’s remaining allies. They’re trying to create chaos now that he’s gone. You need to be careful with logistics keep that naked slut close to you. She is very useful with her skills and her holes also”
Vikram gave a cold smile.
Shankra said : “Good that we finished him off. If he was still alive, he would have caused far more problems.”
Meera’s blood ran cold. Finished him off…? She had assumed Ajmal was arrested or in jail. But “finished off” sounded permanent. Deadly.
Vikram continued casually, as if talking about the weather.
“What about that girl? The one who worked with Ajmal — Navya?”
Shankar replied without hesitation.
“She’s also dead. Her car went off the bridge. Clean accident.”
Vikram chuckled darkly.
“Good. Accidents are always better. Cleaner.”
Meera felt like the ground had been pulled from under her feet. Her knees weakened. She pressed her naked body harder against the door frame to stay upright. These men — the same men she had been working with, trusting, even feeling some attraction toward — were casually discussing cold-blooded murder.
Navya is dead…? They killed her?
Her mind reeled. She remembered Navya from the office — sharp, professional, always around Ajmal. And now she was gone. Just like that.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was standing there completely naked, hiding behind a door, listening to two powerful men talk about killing people like it was normal business. Her hands trembled as she tried to cover her breasts and pussy. The reality of who Shankar and Vikram truly were crashed over her like a tidal wave.
These are not just businessmen. They are dangerous. Monsters.
She remembered every time she had stripped in front of Shankar — the conference room, the security officer station, tonight at the pool. She had started to feel somewhat comfortable around him, even a little bold. But now she understood the danger she was in. If they could kill Ajmal and Navya so easily, what would they do if they ever suspected her?
Her breathing became shallow. She felt exposed in every possible way — physically naked and emotionally stripped bare. The cool office air made her nipples harden painfully. A drop of fear-sweat rolled down between her breasts.
Vikram and Shankar continued talking in low voices, discussing next steps, tightening security, and how to handle any remaining loose ends from Ajmal’s network.
Meera stood frozen behind the door, completely nude, her body shaking. She wanted to run, to scream, to warn someone — but she couldn’t move. She was trapped in this nightmare, listening to the truth about the men she worked for.
Meera stood frozen behind the door, completely naked, her body trembling. The conversation she had just overheard echoed in her ears like a death sentence.
Ajay was right all this time…
The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her husband had tried to warn her, had been fighting these people in secret, and she had doubted him, rebelled against him, even exposed herself out of anger. Tears stung her eyes.
She watched through the gap as Shankar escorted Vikram toward the lift. Once they were gone, she slipped back into the cabin on shaky legs. Her hands were still trying to cover her breasts and pussy, but it felt meaningless now. She was naked in every sense — body and soul.
Her eyes fell on Shankar’s laptop. A hard drive was connected, and one screen was still active. The name at the top made her blood run cold:
Chernobog
She remembered the name instantly — the notorious international mafia group. The same one that had taken out Inspector Kartik. The “accident” that had saved her from his blackmail. Now it all made sense. Kartik had crossed the wrong people… and those people were connected to Shankar and Vikram.
With trembling fingers, she opened the folders. There were dozens, arranged alphabetically. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the first few names.
She clicked on Ajmal.
The folder opened. Inside was a PDF profile and several photos. Ajmal’s face — bruised, beaten, lifeless. The timestamp showed it was recent. He wasn’t in jail. He had been executed.
Meera’s stomach churned. She felt like vomiting.
She scrolled down hundreds of folders and clicked on another folder. Navya.
A PDF report and a single photo: a car submerged in a river, marked DECEASED. The same story they had casually discussed — the “clean accident.”
Meera staggered back. The room started spinning. She collapsed onto the couch, her naked body sinking into the cushions. Her mind flooded with images of Navya — her sharp smile, her professional demeanor, the way she carried herself in the office. Now she was gone. Murdered. Just like that.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t even bother covering her breasts anymore. They lay bare, rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to breathe. Her legs were slightly parted, her shaved pussy exposed, but none of it mattered. The horror in her mind was far greater than the shame on her body.
These people killed her. They kill without hesitation.
She heard footsteps approaching. Shankar was coming back.
Meera quickly wiped her tears and lay back on the couch, pretending she had just woken up. She kept her eyes half-closed, acting groggy.
Shankar entered the cabin carrying a short sundress.
“Did you bring my dress?” Meera asked, her voice weak.
Shankar looked at her naked body sprawled on the couch — breasts fully exposed, legs slightly open — and smiled.
“Here it is… but you can stay like this for now, why to cover now”
Meera didn’t argue. She didn’t cover herself. Her mind was elsewhere — replaying Navya’s smiling face, the casual way they had spoken about killing her, the folders full of death records. Fear had replaced shame. She lay there completely naked in front of Shankar, not even attempting to hide her breasts or pussy anymore.
Shankar noticed the change. He set the dress aside and sat on the edge of the desk, watching her with dark interest.
The moment they entered, both men stopped.
Meera was still fast asleep on the couch, completely unaware. Her legs were spread wide open — one foot resting on the floor, the other bent on the couch. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, pink and slightly glistening under the cabin lights. Her heavy breasts lay bare, rising and falling gently with each breath, dark nipples soft but prominent.
Vikram’s eyes darkened with raw lust.
“She is very ripe to get fucked,” he said in a low, hungry voice. “I cannot control myself seeing her like this. We have so many models waiting to spread their legs for us, but there’s something about her… something that pulls me in.”
She is smart, she needs to be added to our core team. She is trustworthy she is a good asset and she has good assets too. She can offer more to us for business and in bed also. We need to include her more into our business. She may be little scared but we can manipulate with her naked pics. We can tell her we will send to her husband. She is brainy but very innocent she will agree. Her husband seems to be a small time shopkeeper got a lottery with her. However we need to do a full back ground verification as we include her into our core group.
Shankar replied we already did verification on her, Vikram stopped him midway. Being part of your bra panty business that may be enough but to be part of our core group we need to trust her fully that she is not a threat in anyway. Then even if she is a threat or not.
He took a step closer, staring at her open pussy.
“I want to fuck her at the farmhouse. In the middle of a party. I want everyone to watch as I take her.”
Shankar smiled slightly, his own cock straining in his pants.
“It won’t be long now. She is becoming shameless. Today she walked fully naked in the car and through the office corridor without much resistance.”
Vikram reached out and grabbed Shankar’s hard dick through his pants, squeezing it firmly.
“You want to try her first, brother? Go ahead. I’ll have her next time.”
Shankar was rock hard. Vikram chuckled.
“You’re very hard… I can’t blame you.”
Vikram brought his finger to his mouth, wet it thoroughly with saliva, and slowly swiped it across Meera’s exposed pussy lips. Even in her deep sleep, Meera’s body reacted with a visible shiver. Her pussy twitched slightly at the rough, wet touch, a soft involuntary moan escaping her lips.
Vikram brought the finger back to his mouth and licked it slowly.
“Very hot… finger-licking good,” he murmured, tasting her.
Meera stirred slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake. Her legs remained shamelessly open, her wet pussy now glistening more from Vikram’s touch. Both brothers stood over her naked, sleeping body, their eyes filled with dark desire.
Meera stirred on the couch, her body still heavy with exhaustion and the lingering effects of the whiskey. The first thing she felt was a strange, warm wetness between her legs — a slick finger had just brushed across her exposed pussy lips. Her eyes fluttered open. She was still completely naked, lying sprawled on the couch with her legs spread wide. Her full breasts were bare, nipples stiff from the cool office air. A shiver ran through her body as the memory of the touch registered.
She sat up quickly, heart pounding. Her hands flew to cover her pussy and one breast as best as she could. The cabin was empty. Shankar was gone.
Meera stood on shaky legs. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Still in a daze, she walked out of the cabin toward the lobby area, one hand pressed tightly between her thighs covering her pussy, the other arm crossed over her heavy breasts. Her bare ass swayed with every step, completely uncovered. She felt the cool air of the empty office brushing against her most private parts.
As she reached the lobby, she froze.
Vikram was there.
Her heart nearly stopped. Shankar and Vikram were standing a little distance away, talking in low voices. She quickly ducked behind the half-open door of a nearby meeting room, peeking through the gap. Shankar has seen her naked many times but Vikram was different. Shankar was her saviour in many ways he is a decent getleman. Meera was not ready to show her naked body to Vikram she was still shy.
Vikram’s voice was calm but sharp.
“There was no raid. Someone fed us false information to test our reaction. They managed to breach somewhere in our system — low-level access, not enough to get real details, but enough to know about the Prince’s presence. We have a black mole amongst us we need to be careful. It was a trap to see how we would move.”
Shankar nodded, agreeing.
“It must be one of Ajmal’s remaining allies. They’re trying to create chaos now that he’s gone. You need to be careful with logistics keep that naked slut close to you. She is very useful with her skills and her holes also”
Vikram gave a cold smile.
Shankra said : “Good that we finished him off. If he was still alive, he would have caused far more problems.”
Meera’s blood ran cold. Finished him off…? She had assumed Ajmal was arrested or in jail. But “finished off” sounded permanent. Deadly.
Vikram continued casually, as if talking about the weather.
“What about that girl? The one who worked with Ajmal — Navya?”
Shankar replied without hesitation.
“She’s also dead. Her car went off the bridge. Clean accident.”
Vikram chuckled darkly.
“Good. Accidents are always better. Cleaner.”
Meera felt like the ground had been pulled from under her feet. Her knees weakened. She pressed her naked body harder against the door frame to stay upright. These men — the same men she had been working with, trusting, even feeling some attraction toward — were casually discussing cold-blooded murder.
Navya is dead…? They killed her?
Her mind reeled. She remembered Navya from the office — sharp, professional, always around Ajmal. And now she was gone. Just like that.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was standing there completely naked, hiding behind a door, listening to two powerful men talk about killing people like it was normal business. Her hands trembled as she tried to cover her breasts and pussy. The reality of who Shankar and Vikram truly were crashed over her like a tidal wave.
These are not just businessmen. They are dangerous. Monsters.
She remembered every time she had stripped in front of Shankar — the conference room, the security officer station, tonight at the pool. She had started to feel somewhat comfortable around him, even a little bold. But now she understood the danger she was in. If they could kill Ajmal and Navya so easily, what would they do if they ever suspected her?
Her breathing became shallow. She felt exposed in every possible way — physically naked and emotionally stripped bare. The cool office air made her nipples harden painfully. A drop of fear-sweat rolled down between her breasts.
Vikram and Shankar continued talking in low voices, discussing next steps, tightening security, and how to handle any remaining loose ends from Ajmal’s network.
Meera stood frozen behind the door, completely nude, her body shaking. She wanted to run, to scream, to warn someone — but she couldn’t move. She was trapped in this nightmare, listening to the truth about the men she worked for.
Meera stood frozen behind the door, completely naked, her body trembling. The conversation she had just overheard echoed in her ears like a death sentence.
Ajay was right all this time…
The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her husband had tried to warn her, had been fighting these people in secret, and she had doubted him, rebelled against him, even exposed herself out of anger. Tears stung her eyes.
She watched through the gap as Shankar escorted Vikram toward the lift. Once they were gone, she slipped back into the cabin on shaky legs. Her hands were still trying to cover her breasts and pussy, but it felt meaningless now. She was naked in every sense — body and soul.
Her eyes fell on Shankar’s laptop. A hard drive was connected, and one screen was still active. The name at the top made her blood run cold:
Chernobog
She remembered the name instantly — the notorious international mafia group. The same one that had taken out Inspector Kartik. The “accident” that had saved her from his blackmail. Now it all made sense. Kartik had crossed the wrong people… and those people were connected to Shankar and Vikram.
With trembling fingers, she opened the folders. There were dozens, arranged alphabetically. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the first few names.
She clicked on Ajmal.
The folder opened. Inside was a PDF profile and several photos. Ajmal’s face — bruised, beaten, lifeless. The timestamp showed it was recent. He wasn’t in jail. He had been executed.
Meera’s stomach churned. She felt like vomiting.
She scrolled down hundreds of folders and clicked on another folder. Navya.
A PDF report and a single photo: a car submerged in a river, marked DECEASED. The same story they had casually discussed — the “clean accident.”
Meera staggered back. The room started spinning. She collapsed onto the couch, her naked body sinking into the cushions. Her mind flooded with images of Navya — her sharp smile, her professional demeanor, the way she carried herself in the office. Now she was gone. Murdered. Just like that.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t even bother covering her breasts anymore. They lay bare, rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to breathe. Her legs were slightly parted, her shaved pussy exposed, but none of it mattered. The horror in her mind was far greater than the shame on her body.
These people killed her. They kill without hesitation.
She heard footsteps approaching. Shankar was coming back.
Meera quickly wiped her tears and lay back on the couch, pretending she had just woken up. She kept her eyes half-closed, acting groggy.
Shankar entered the cabin carrying a short sundress.
“Did you bring my dress?” Meera asked, her voice weak.
Shankar looked at her naked body sprawled on the couch — breasts fully exposed, legs slightly open — and smiled.
“Here it is… but you can stay like this for now, why to cover now”
Meera didn’t argue. She didn’t cover herself. Her mind was elsewhere — replaying Navya’s smiling face, the casual way they had spoken about killing her, the folders full of death records. Fear had replaced shame. She lay there completely naked in front of Shankar, not even attempting to hide her breasts or pussy anymore.
Shankar noticed the change. He set the dress aside and sat on the edge of the desk, watching her with dark interest.
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