26-08-2026, 11:57 PM
Nisha thought the gang has weapons. So this gang must be so dangerous so. So she did not reveal to press. She wanted to gather information from the caught goon named Bikhhs... So she started interrogation and beat and ask. But nothing he opened mouth. As he also well trained goon.
She think he will not open until I will start new game,, she think..
The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp. The air hung heavy with heat and anticipation. Nisha stood in front of him, eyes dark with hunger, her body already flushed. She didn’t ask. She ordered.
“Stand.”
He obeyed. She stepped close, fingers working the buttons of his shirt with deliberate, almost cruel patience. One by one they came free. She shoved the fabric off his shoulders, then dragged his undershirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Her hands moved lower. Belt. Zipper. She yanked his pants and underwear down in one rough motion, forcing him to step out of them until he stood completely naked in the middle of the room.
Her gaze dropped. His cock hung semi-hard, thick, already twitching under her attention. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, watching it swell further in her grip. Then her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make him shift his weight.
“Nisha—”
She squeezed harder. Not gentle. A deep, deliberate pressure that sent a sharp pulse of pain straight through him.
“No—fuck—it’s paining—”
She didn’t loosen her hold. Instead she leaned in, breath hot against his ear.
“Not only pain. Pleasure also.” Her fingers tightened again, massaging the sensitive skin, tugging downward while her other hand kept stroking his cock in long, firm pulls. The dual sensation—ache and heat—made his hips jerk. A raw sound tore out of his throat.
“Ahhhhh… nooooo—”
She kept going, alternating pressure on his balls with steady, relentless strokes. His cock was fully hard now, leaking against her palm. She pressed her thumb over the head, smearing the wetness, then squeezed his balls again until his knees nearly buckled.
When she finally released him, it was only to push him backward. A large block of ice sat on the floor—broad enough to lie on. She made him stretch out on it, back and ass against the freezing surface. The shock ripped through him: cold fire racing up his spine while his cock stayed rigid and throbbing in the warmer air above.
Nisha climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. She took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, pinning him in place. Her grip was proprietary, almost punishing. She jerked him hard and fast while her fingers dug into the soft weight of his sac, rolling, pressing, never quite letting the pain become pure—always mixing it with the wet, sliding friction of her fist.
“Look at me,” she ordered.
He did. She rode the rhythm harder, hips grinding against his legs as she worked him. The ice beneath him melted slowly against his skin; the contrast of freezing cold and the scorching heat of her hands drove him toward the edge too fast.
The first orgasm hit him like a punch. His back arched off the ice, a broken shout leaving his mouth as he came hard across his own stomach. Nisha didn’t stop. She kept stroking through the pulses, milking every drop while her fingers continued their firm, relentless pressure on his balls.
He was still twitching when she started again. Sensitive, overstimulated, every touch edged with pain—yet she forced another orgasm out of him within minutes, slower this time, drawn out until he was gasping and shaking, cock spurting weakly while she squeezed and pulled.
The third came after she shifted higher, grinding along the underside of his shaft while she still held his balls in a tight, possessive grip. She rode the friction until he broke again, body jerking against the melting ice, voice hoarse.
By the fourth she was relentless. She pinned his wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to stroke him with short, brutal pumps, her other fingers digging into his balls in steady, rhythmic squeezes. The cold under him, the heat of her body, the constant edge of pain and forced pleasure—everything collided. He came a final time with a raw, helpless sound, body locking up as the last weak pulses spilled over her fist.
Nisha stayed on top of him, breathing hard, still holding him. The ice had mostly melted into a cold puddle beneath them. His cock twitched weakly in her grip, oversensitive and spent. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. But he didn't open...
"After that day she didn't go to home also. Her aim to extract truth from him what happens there so many goons assembled and why'...
Next she started another method..
Three hours later the room was quieter. He had rested—body still marked from earlier—when Nisha returned.
She pulled him upright, turned him, and bound his wrists tightly behind his back with soft but unyielding rope. Then she forced him face-down onto the bed, knees spread, chest pressed into the mattress, ass raised. Additional straps secured his ankles wide apart so he could not close his legs. Reverse, exposed, completely open to her.
Nisha pulled on a pair of tight black gloves. The snap of the latex was sharp. She warmed a generous amount of thick lubricant between her gloved fingers, then knelt behind him.
One slick finger circled his tight hole, pressing, teasing, before slowly pushing inside.
“Haaaa… uffff—”
He clenched. She did not stop. The gloved finger sank deeper, twisting, curling, working the lube inside him. A second finger joined, stretching him open. She scissored them, opening him while her free hand held the small of his back.
When she was satisfied he was slick enough, she withdrew her fingers. He felt the sudden emptiness—then the blunt, heavy tip of a thick wooden stick ( lot they) pressing against him. The stick lotthy look likes was roughly one foot in thickness, long, smooth, and thoroughly coated in lubricant.
She began to push.
“Nooooo… ooo… aahhhhhhhhh—”
The massive girth forced its way against him, stretching him far wider than anything before. Inch by slow, relentless inch she worked the thick stick into him until a substantial length was buried deep. His body shook hard. The intense burn and crushing fullness mixed with a heavy internal pressure that made his cock twitch against the sheets despite the overwhelming stretch......
Nisha did not give him time to adjust. She pulled the thick stick almost all the way out, then thrust it back in with a firm, controlled stroke.
“Hhjjjj—”
Again. And again. She fucked him with long, powerful thrusts, angling the heavy stick so it dragged deep inside him on every stroke. His muffled cries grew louder, broken between sharp pain and the raw, forced sparks of sensation racing through him.
She kept the rhythm relentless—pulling the thick stick free completely, letting him clench around nothing for a second, then driving the massive girth back in. Each re-entry made him jolt and cry out. The extreme stretch never eased; every thrust reawakened the intense burn even as the repeated deep pressure forced his cock to harden fully against the mattress.... Noooooooooo he pleaded..... I will I will I will tell.......
"Tell me bastard she asked"... He told everything about meeting. But he did not open about minister...
As he not present at minister meeting.. He present only second meet with other mafia... So he told about drugs deal... She again removed stick from his ass... And shoved to his mouth and thretend if it not correct then I will kill you bastard... And she left from there with satisfaction....
Then she kept press meet announces all matter about drugs deal. And we hand over 100 kg drugs... All are appreciate. That tv channel news telecaster and minister is so angry and at the same time Tony in furious anger. As first time his property(Dragus) caught and sealed... And his members also caught and open his mouth and told everything.
And Minister requested him "you should go now from here.. It is not safe from you.. I will handle this just you go" minister told in call.. And Tony not accepted I will crash the cops... But nit now" I will tell all about this news who will be behind all thus".... Minister send him...
After that unsuccful Tony has much anger and going time he thretend to minister i want the whole cops who behind this damage.. I want to do torture them. And I want to kill them..... He went......
She think he will not open until I will start new game,, she think..
The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp. The air hung heavy with heat and anticipation. Nisha stood in front of him, eyes dark with hunger, her body already flushed. She didn’t ask. She ordered.
“Stand.”
He obeyed. She stepped close, fingers working the buttons of his shirt with deliberate, almost cruel patience. One by one they came free. She shoved the fabric off his shoulders, then dragged his undershirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Her hands moved lower. Belt. Zipper. She yanked his pants and underwear down in one rough motion, forcing him to step out of them until he stood completely naked in the middle of the room.
Her gaze dropped. His cock hung semi-hard, thick, already twitching under her attention. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, watching it swell further in her grip. Then her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make him shift his weight.
“Nisha—”
She squeezed harder. Not gentle. A deep, deliberate pressure that sent a sharp pulse of pain straight through him.
“No—fuck—it’s paining—”
She didn’t loosen her hold. Instead she leaned in, breath hot against his ear.
“Not only pain. Pleasure also.” Her fingers tightened again, massaging the sensitive skin, tugging downward while her other hand kept stroking his cock in long, firm pulls. The dual sensation—ache and heat—made his hips jerk. A raw sound tore out of his throat.
“Ahhhhh… nooooo—”
She kept going, alternating pressure on his balls with steady, relentless strokes. His cock was fully hard now, leaking against her palm. She pressed her thumb over the head, smearing the wetness, then squeezed his balls again until his knees nearly buckled.
When she finally released him, it was only to push him backward. A large block of ice sat on the floor—broad enough to lie on. She made him stretch out on it, back and ass against the freezing surface. The shock ripped through him: cold fire racing up his spine while his cock stayed rigid and throbbing in the warmer air above.
Nisha climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. She took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, pinning him in place. Her grip was proprietary, almost punishing. She jerked him hard and fast while her fingers dug into the soft weight of his sac, rolling, pressing, never quite letting the pain become pure—always mixing it with the wet, sliding friction of her fist.
“Look at me,” she ordered.
He did. She rode the rhythm harder, hips grinding against his legs as she worked him. The ice beneath him melted slowly against his skin; the contrast of freezing cold and the scorching heat of her hands drove him toward the edge too fast.
The first orgasm hit him like a punch. His back arched off the ice, a broken shout leaving his mouth as he came hard across his own stomach. Nisha didn’t stop. She kept stroking through the pulses, milking every drop while her fingers continued their firm, relentless pressure on his balls.
He was still twitching when she started again. Sensitive, overstimulated, every touch edged with pain—yet she forced another orgasm out of him within minutes, slower this time, drawn out until he was gasping and shaking, cock spurting weakly while she squeezed and pulled.
The third came after she shifted higher, grinding along the underside of his shaft while she still held his balls in a tight, possessive grip. She rode the friction until he broke again, body jerking against the melting ice, voice hoarse.
By the fourth she was relentless. She pinned his wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to stroke him with short, brutal pumps, her other fingers digging into his balls in steady, rhythmic squeezes. The cold under him, the heat of her body, the constant edge of pain and forced pleasure—everything collided. He came a final time with a raw, helpless sound, body locking up as the last weak pulses spilled over her fist.
Nisha stayed on top of him, breathing hard, still holding him. The ice had mostly melted into a cold puddle beneath them. His cock twitched weakly in her grip, oversensitive and spent. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. But he didn't open...
"After that day she didn't go to home also. Her aim to extract truth from him what happens there so many goons assembled and why'...
Next she started another method..
Three hours later the room was quieter. He had rested—body still marked from earlier—when Nisha returned.
She pulled him upright, turned him, and bound his wrists tightly behind his back with soft but unyielding rope. Then she forced him face-down onto the bed, knees spread, chest pressed into the mattress, ass raised. Additional straps secured his ankles wide apart so he could not close his legs. Reverse, exposed, completely open to her.
Nisha pulled on a pair of tight black gloves. The snap of the latex was sharp. She warmed a generous amount of thick lubricant between her gloved fingers, then knelt behind him.
One slick finger circled his tight hole, pressing, teasing, before slowly pushing inside.
“Haaaa… uffff—”
He clenched. She did not stop. The gloved finger sank deeper, twisting, curling, working the lube inside him. A second finger joined, stretching him open. She scissored them, opening him while her free hand held the small of his back.
When she was satisfied he was slick enough, she withdrew her fingers. He felt the sudden emptiness—then the blunt, heavy tip of a thick wooden stick ( lot they) pressing against him. The stick lotthy look likes was roughly one foot in thickness, long, smooth, and thoroughly coated in lubricant.
She began to push.
“Nooooo… ooo… aahhhhhhhhh—”
The massive girth forced its way against him, stretching him far wider than anything before. Inch by slow, relentless inch she worked the thick stick into him until a substantial length was buried deep. His body shook hard. The intense burn and crushing fullness mixed with a heavy internal pressure that made his cock twitch against the sheets despite the overwhelming stretch......
Nisha did not give him time to adjust. She pulled the thick stick almost all the way out, then thrust it back in with a firm, controlled stroke.
“Hhjjjj—”
Again. And again. She fucked him with long, powerful thrusts, angling the heavy stick so it dragged deep inside him on every stroke. His muffled cries grew louder, broken between sharp pain and the raw, forced sparks of sensation racing through him.
She kept the rhythm relentless—pulling the thick stick free completely, letting him clench around nothing for a second, then driving the massive girth back in. Each re-entry made him jolt and cry out. The extreme stretch never eased; every thrust reawakened the intense burn even as the repeated deep pressure forced his cock to harden fully against the mattress.... Noooooooooo he pleaded..... I will I will I will tell.......
"Tell me bastard she asked"... He told everything about meeting. But he did not open about minister...
As he not present at minister meeting.. He present only second meet with other mafia... So he told about drugs deal... She again removed stick from his ass... And shoved to his mouth and thretend if it not correct then I will kill you bastard... And she left from there with satisfaction....
Then she kept press meet announces all matter about drugs deal. And we hand over 100 kg drugs... All are appreciate. That tv channel news telecaster and minister is so angry and at the same time Tony in furious anger. As first time his property(Dragus) caught and sealed... And his members also caught and open his mouth and told everything.
And Minister requested him "you should go now from here.. It is not safe from you.. I will handle this just you go" minister told in call.. And Tony not accepted I will crash the cops... But nit now" I will tell all about this news who will be behind all thus".... Minister send him...
After that unsuccful Tony has much anger and going time he thretend to minister i want the whole cops who behind this damage.. I want to do torture them. And I want to kill them..... He went......
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