24-09-2026, 08:41 PM
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Chapter Name : Monica is forced to strip Ranga
Ranga stepped back from her and leaned against the edge of the desk again, arms loose at his sides.
Monica could not believe she was all in but just her tiny Bra and panties in front of a history sheeter. Ranga did not rush, he knew Monica had no choice but to submit herself completely. Monica once thought about Rakesh down with a bad bout of viral and she here submitting herself to this history sheeter.
Ranga could not meanwhile oogle enough and salivate at Monica’s semi naked state. The Bra was purely scandalous unable to hold her massive heavy tits. But Ranga was always in awe and love with her shapely ass which did not stop jiggling even under decent modest clothing.
Ranga smirked “Rakesh brother is so fucking lucky, he gets you naked every night!”
Monica shot back “Ranga ..you don’t have to humiliate me and my husband like this! Hope you get this soon”.. She had still that cocky defiance which ofcourse does not suit a sexy woman in her undies about to be destroyed and devoured!
Ranga paused for a bit enjoying Monica’s nudity and then said .. “Your turn….Take my clothes off.”
Monica stared at him.
“You’re serious? You fucking want me to undress you”
“Yes, Monica," Ranga said quietly, his tone steady. "You need to accept who is running this deal. Every button you undo of my shirt is you personally accepting the price for your project's clearance. Or you can turn around, put your clothes back on, and go explain to Rakesh why your dream cafe folded before opening day"
Monica’s jaw tightened. For a moment it looked like she might refuse. Then she walked forward, barefoot on the wooden boards, and stopped in front of him.
She reached for the top button of his shirt. Her fingers were not entirely steady.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.
“Believe it.”
She opened the first button, then the second. The dark shirt parted, showing the heavy thickly hairy upper chest and the brass chain.
She kept her eyes on the shirt rather than his face.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Monica clenched her teeth, her voice laced with venom as she unhooked the third button. "Exercising this crude power over someone who wouldn't normally give you the time of day"
"I'm executing a contract," Ranga countered, his dark gaze unblinking as her fingers moved down to the last button..
“You see you are asking me to fight against a heavily corrupted and influential bastard like Deshmukh… this is a small tax you pay for that ..loud and simple right ?” Ranga now spoke with a cold frightening authority.
Monica pulled the shirt free from his trousers and pushed it off his broad shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor. His body was thick, hairy and solid, the body of a man who still did enourmous physical work. Ranga looked much more gentleman with his shirt on. Bare chested he looked no less than a hairy wild primitive animal.
Monica wondered what food he eats to build that raw animal like body. Not normal food normal Indians eat for sure.
“There,” Monica said, taking a step back, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Your shirt is off. Are you satisfied?”
“Not yet,” Ranga replied calmly, looking down at his waist. “The belt and the boots, Monica. Finish what you started.”
Monica let out a quiet, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You really want to strip down to nothing in this filthy shed?”
Ranga said, his voice dropping into a stern, heavy order " Undo the belt and my trousers right now"
Monica gave a deep breath ..
“Start Quickly,” he said.
“I heard you the first time, Ranga ..you don’t have to shout at me just because I am doing this shit” Monica shot back..
Ranga laughed “ Then do this shit quickly”.. his voice was purely dominating now.
She opened the buckle of the belt with a soft metallic sound, then drew the belt free in one long pull. She dropped it on the desk beside the red-stamped file. Her fingers moved to the button of his trousers. She could already feel how hard he was underneath.
“Yes ..Monica I am already very hard ..from watching you try to keep those useless panties in place” Ranga laughed like a hyena as Monica shuddered with the button of his jeans.
Monica opened the button and drew the zipper down. The sound was loud in the small cabin. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down over his hips. He stepped out of them without helping much.
Underneath he wore plain dark underwear, strained at the front by the thick shape of his cock.
She paused again.
Monica’s fingers hovered at the waistband of his underwear. The dark fabric was strained tight over the thick shape beneath. She could already see the outline — heavy, long, pressing hard against the cotton.
She shook her head once.
“No. I’m not taking that off. The shirt and the trousers were enough. You can do the rest yourself.”
Ranga looked down at her, calm and unblinking.
“All of it, Monica.”
“I said no.” Her voice tightened. “I’ve already gone further than I should. You want me naked on a desk — fine. But I’m not undressing your cock like some—”
“You are,” he cut in, the tone dropping into something colder and flatter. “You need Deshmukh’s ego broken by Monday. Right ? I need you to finish what you started. Take the underwear off. Now.”
Monica held his gaze, breathing hard through her nose. The cabin heat pressed against her bare back and the thin bra. Outside, the site was deserted and silent. Inside, there was no one to interrupt the filthy game of power that unfolded!
She let out a short, bitter breath.
“You are a complete bastard.”
“I know. Do it.”
Her fingers hooked into the waistband. She pulled the underwear down slowly, the elastic dragging over his hips and then lower. His cock sprang free at once — thick, dark, heavily veined, and already fully hard. It rose against his stomach with a solid, heavy weight that made the earlier outline look modest. The head was broad and slightly shiny.
A dense, untamed bush of black hair framed the base. It looked even bigger this close, the kind of size that made the mouth go dry for reasons that had nothing to do with desire she was willing to admit.
Monica stared for a second longer than she meant to, then looked up at his face with pure resentment.
“Ranga ..Don’t make it so much difficult for me ..I repeat .. We have been business partners .. I never expected I have to return favour in this manner”
Ranga glanced down at himself, then at her.
“Monica.. you know how this ruthless world works.. you are dealing with a history sheeter like me.. I thought you are a smart girl .. You are making this difficult with these thoughts.. You see!”
“ You filthy asshole, Ranga …. God will never forgive you”
Ranga laughed “ Monica you can do better than these hanky panky sweet heart! Now my Boots!!”
Monica’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not. Bend down and take my boots off.”
“You want me on the floor in this state to remove your dirty boots?”
“I want you to finish undressing me, Monica” Ranga said, voice still cold and even. “The floor is already dirty. So are the boots. Get it done.”
Monica stood frozen for another beat, the thick cock only inches from her stomach, the tiny panties still failing to cover her ass, the bra still struggling with her breasts. Then she lowered herself.
The wooden boards were rough and gritty under her bare knees. Cement dust clung to her skin at once. She had to lean forward to reach his boots, which put her face level with his cock and forced her heavy breasts to press against the thin bra as they hung forward. She untied the first boot with quick, angry movements, pulled it off, and set it aside. The second followed. The smell of leather, dust, and the day’s heat rose around her.
When both boots were off she stayed kneeling for a second longer than necessary, as if gathering the last of her composure, then pushed herself back up to her feet.
Ranga stood completely naked in the middle of the tin cabin — thick large hairy body, heavy cock still hard and exposed, boots and clothes and Monica’s kurti and jeans scattered on the floor around them. The yellow bulb caught the sweat on his chest and the dark, solid length of his cock .
Ranga’s eyes moved over her without hurry as she stood up on her feet again. Monica stood in front of him, still in the white bra and the tiny panties, staring at the thick cock she had just freed. The cabin air was heavy with heat and the faint metallic smell of the corrugated walls. A thin line of sweat had already formed between her breasts where the bra cut into her massive cleavage.
Ranga smirked “Good Job in getting me naked Sweetie… Now. Let’s get to business quickly ..We don’t have the entire day Monica.… You wanna lie on the table ?”
Monica stood there silently. She had already steadied her mind for submitting herself against her wish to the monster this history sheeter was. This was probably the most humiliating and degraded sexual intercourse she will have in lifetime.
Monica remained silent. She had already decided. Not because she wanted this, and not because she had broken, but because every other route had been closed. This was going to be ugly, transactional, and beneath her. She refused to pretend otherwise. She also refused to waste energy on panic. She drew a slow breath, straightened her shoulders a fraction, and prepared to pay exactly what was being demanded — nothing more, nothing less.
“Condom,” she said flatly after a long self introspecting pause… “I’m not doing this without one.”
Ranga stepped back from her and leaned against the edge of the desk again, arms loose at his sides.
Monica could not believe she was all in but just her tiny Bra and panties in front of a history sheeter. Ranga did not rush, he knew Monica had no choice but to submit herself completely. Monica once thought about Rakesh down with a bad bout of viral and she here submitting herself to this history sheeter.
Ranga could not meanwhile oogle enough and salivate at Monica’s semi naked state. The Bra was purely scandalous unable to hold her massive heavy tits. But Ranga was always in awe and love with her shapely ass which did not stop jiggling even under decent modest clothing.
Ranga smirked “Rakesh brother is so fucking lucky, he gets you naked every night!”
Monica shot back “Ranga ..you don’t have to humiliate me and my husband like this! Hope you get this soon”.. She had still that cocky defiance which ofcourse does not suit a sexy woman in her undies about to be destroyed and devoured!
Ranga paused for a bit enjoying Monica’s nudity and then said .. “Your turn….Take my clothes off.”
Monica stared at him.
“You’re serious? You fucking want me to undress you”
“Yes, Monica," Ranga said quietly, his tone steady. "You need to accept who is running this deal. Every button you undo of my shirt is you personally accepting the price for your project's clearance. Or you can turn around, put your clothes back on, and go explain to Rakesh why your dream cafe folded before opening day"
Monica’s jaw tightened. For a moment it looked like she might refuse. Then she walked forward, barefoot on the wooden boards, and stopped in front of him.
She reached for the top button of his shirt. Her fingers were not entirely steady.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.
“Believe it.”
She opened the first button, then the second. The dark shirt parted, showing the heavy thickly hairy upper chest and the brass chain.
She kept her eyes on the shirt rather than his face.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Monica clenched her teeth, her voice laced with venom as she unhooked the third button. "Exercising this crude power over someone who wouldn't normally give you the time of day"
"I'm executing a contract," Ranga countered, his dark gaze unblinking as her fingers moved down to the last button..
“You see you are asking me to fight against a heavily corrupted and influential bastard like Deshmukh… this is a small tax you pay for that ..loud and simple right ?” Ranga now spoke with a cold frightening authority.
Monica pulled the shirt free from his trousers and pushed it off his broad shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor. His body was thick, hairy and solid, the body of a man who still did enourmous physical work. Ranga looked much more gentleman with his shirt on. Bare chested he looked no less than a hairy wild primitive animal.
Monica wondered what food he eats to build that raw animal like body. Not normal food normal Indians eat for sure.
“There,” Monica said, taking a step back, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Your shirt is off. Are you satisfied?”
“Not yet,” Ranga replied calmly, looking down at his waist. “The belt and the boots, Monica. Finish what you started.”
Monica let out a quiet, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You really want to strip down to nothing in this filthy shed?”
Ranga said, his voice dropping into a stern, heavy order " Undo the belt and my trousers right now"
Monica gave a deep breath ..
“Start Quickly,” he said.
“I heard you the first time, Ranga ..you don’t have to shout at me just because I am doing this shit” Monica shot back..
Ranga laughed “ Then do this shit quickly”.. his voice was purely dominating now.
She opened the buckle of the belt with a soft metallic sound, then drew the belt free in one long pull. She dropped it on the desk beside the red-stamped file. Her fingers moved to the button of his trousers. She could already feel how hard he was underneath.
“Yes ..Monica I am already very hard ..from watching you try to keep those useless panties in place” Ranga laughed like a hyena as Monica shuddered with the button of his jeans.
Monica opened the button and drew the zipper down. The sound was loud in the small cabin. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down over his hips. He stepped out of them without helping much.
Underneath he wore plain dark underwear, strained at the front by the thick shape of his cock.
She paused again.
Monica’s fingers hovered at the waistband of his underwear. The dark fabric was strained tight over the thick shape beneath. She could already see the outline — heavy, long, pressing hard against the cotton.
She shook her head once.
“No. I’m not taking that off. The shirt and the trousers were enough. You can do the rest yourself.”
Ranga looked down at her, calm and unblinking.
“All of it, Monica.”
“I said no.” Her voice tightened. “I’ve already gone further than I should. You want me naked on a desk — fine. But I’m not undressing your cock like some—”
“You are,” he cut in, the tone dropping into something colder and flatter. “You need Deshmukh’s ego broken by Monday. Right ? I need you to finish what you started. Take the underwear off. Now.”
Monica held his gaze, breathing hard through her nose. The cabin heat pressed against her bare back and the thin bra. Outside, the site was deserted and silent. Inside, there was no one to interrupt the filthy game of power that unfolded!
She let out a short, bitter breath.
“You are a complete bastard.”
“I know. Do it.”
Her fingers hooked into the waistband. She pulled the underwear down slowly, the elastic dragging over his hips and then lower. His cock sprang free at once — thick, dark, heavily veined, and already fully hard. It rose against his stomach with a solid, heavy weight that made the earlier outline look modest. The head was broad and slightly shiny.
A dense, untamed bush of black hair framed the base. It looked even bigger this close, the kind of size that made the mouth go dry for reasons that had nothing to do with desire she was willing to admit.
Monica stared for a second longer than she meant to, then looked up at his face with pure resentment.
“Ranga ..Don’t make it so much difficult for me ..I repeat .. We have been business partners .. I never expected I have to return favour in this manner”
Ranga glanced down at himself, then at her.
“Monica.. you know how this ruthless world works.. you are dealing with a history sheeter like me.. I thought you are a smart girl .. You are making this difficult with these thoughts.. You see!”
“ You filthy asshole, Ranga …. God will never forgive you”
Ranga laughed “ Monica you can do better than these hanky panky sweet heart! Now my Boots!!”
Monica’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not. Bend down and take my boots off.”
“You want me on the floor in this state to remove your dirty boots?”
“I want you to finish undressing me, Monica” Ranga said, voice still cold and even. “The floor is already dirty. So are the boots. Get it done.”
Monica stood frozen for another beat, the thick cock only inches from her stomach, the tiny panties still failing to cover her ass, the bra still struggling with her breasts. Then she lowered herself.
The wooden boards were rough and gritty under her bare knees. Cement dust clung to her skin at once. She had to lean forward to reach his boots, which put her face level with his cock and forced her heavy breasts to press against the thin bra as they hung forward. She untied the first boot with quick, angry movements, pulled it off, and set it aside. The second followed. The smell of leather, dust, and the day’s heat rose around her.
When both boots were off she stayed kneeling for a second longer than necessary, as if gathering the last of her composure, then pushed herself back up to her feet.
Ranga stood completely naked in the middle of the tin cabin — thick large hairy body, heavy cock still hard and exposed, boots and clothes and Monica’s kurti and jeans scattered on the floor around them. The yellow bulb caught the sweat on his chest and the dark, solid length of his cock .
Ranga’s eyes moved over her without hurry as she stood up on her feet again. Monica stood in front of him, still in the white bra and the tiny panties, staring at the thick cock she had just freed. The cabin air was heavy with heat and the faint metallic smell of the corrugated walls. A thin line of sweat had already formed between her breasts where the bra cut into her massive cleavage.
Ranga smirked “Good Job in getting me naked Sweetie… Now. Let’s get to business quickly ..We don’t have the entire day Monica.… You wanna lie on the table ?”
Monica stood there silently. She had already steadied her mind for submitting herself against her wish to the monster this history sheeter was. This was probably the most humiliating and degraded sexual intercourse she will have in lifetime.
Monica remained silent. She had already decided. Not because she wanted this, and not because she had broken, but because every other route had been closed. This was going to be ugly, transactional, and beneath her. She refused to pretend otherwise. She also refused to waste energy on panic. She drew a slow breath, straightened her shoulders a fraction, and prepared to pay exactly what was being demanded — nothing more, nothing less.
“Condom,” she said flatly after a long self introspecting pause… “I’m not doing this without one.”
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