Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

[girrich9486]

After the Piercing
Tina left the small bay and closed the curtain behind her. Nisha stood alone for a moment, still in only her bra and panties, the new silver piercing warm and slightly tender in the centre of her navel. She picked up the short costume pieces from the chair and put them back on carefully. The thin sleeveless top and the high-cut lower piece felt different now with the metal sitting against her skin every time she breathed. She adjusted the fabric so it sat above the piercing, checked her face in the mirror once, and stepped out.
Spurthi and Taboo were already waiting in the short corridor outside. Both of them carried the same new mark in their navels. The three of them looked at each other without speaking for a few seconds. The shared experience of the selection, the knife, and the piercing hung between them. None of them looked fully relaxed.
“You okay?” Taboo asked quietly.
Nisha nodded once.
“Yes. You?”
Spurthi touched the area near her own piercing and gave a small, uncertain shrug.
They stood together, three women in the same short costumes, waiting for whatever came next. Nisha’s mind was already moving on two tracks at once. On the surface she stayed in character as Pooja, the replacement dancer who had been chosen and marked. Underneath, the real tension sat heavy. If anyone recognised her now, every step of the plan — the false death, the boat, the performance, the acceptance of the piercing — would collapse. She and Vidya would both be finished on this island. She kept her breathing even and her face calm while she turned over the same questions again and again: how to find the exact room, how to reach Vidya, how to get both of them out without triggering the whole compound.
Footsteps approached. Duke appeared at the end of the corridor, the same practical expression on his face as before.
“Ladies. Finished, yes? Come. I will show you the room. Tonight you take rest. Morning you will have a special time with the boss.” He laughed once, short and open.


But meanwhile he saw Nisha.. You damn hot for looking. What's your name? He asked.

She replied in a short voice "Pooja"

See Pooja your looks so hot... And he observed her tummy with deep navel pierced looking hot. And he touched there with two fingers. Hmmmmm slow moan escape from Nisha..

She is thinking " how a respectable married woman my self now I am treating like cheap whore  by them"..

And duke touched her here and there.... She felt most uncomfortable by his hands on her soft body..






He turned and walked. The three women followed.
The corridors inside the private side of the compound were deliberately confusing. Doors looked the same. Turns repeated. Soft lighting made depth hard to judge. Nisha tried to count left and right turns, to mark any window or vent or change in the floor, but the layout was built to erase memory. Spurthi walked close behind her. Taboo stayed a step ahead, still carrying some of the confidence she had shown on stage.
Then the sound reached them.
A woman’s voice — high, broken, continuous — echoed from somewhere lower in the building. Cries mixed with long, open moans. The sound rose and fell, then rose again, clear enough to stop Nisha mid-step.
She turned to Duke.
“What is happening? Who is crying?”
Duke barely slowed.
“That way,” he said, tipping his head toward a descending corridor. “Basement. Sex experiments room.”
Nisha’s stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?”
Duke glanced back at her with a small, amused look. And he held her soft lips and told
“A woman is being fucked hard there. She is an agent. She tried to destroy our boss. So the boss is giving her daily special treatment.” He laughed again. “Every day.”....


Spurthi and Taboo exchanged a quick, uneasy look. Neither of them spoke. Nisha’s hands closed into fists at her sides. The anger came up fast and hot, but she locked it behind the dancer’s face she was still wearing. The moans grew louder as they passed the head of the basement stairs — long, raw sounds that rose into a clear peak and then broke.
“Nooooo… haaaaa… mmmmmm… haaaaaa…”ohhhhhhhh I can't take it. Stop please..... Voices screams louder...
Nisha’s blood went cold and then hot again. She knew that voice. Even distorted by distance and intensity, she knew it. Vidya.
She stopped fully this time.
“Can I see that experiment?”


“Come.”

He turned and walked.












Duke turned and looked at her properly. Then he laughed, genuine and dismissive.
“You? Will you? No need. And no.”
He kept walking. The other two women hesitated, then followed. Nisha forced her feet to move. The echoes followed them for several more metres before the corridors turned again and the sound finally faded behind thicker walls.
Duke stopped at an unmarked door,.. There two guards are there.. They ask wow Duke sir. Super woman's they... The center one is super perfect. They refers Nisha only.. And one man slap her on her big ass.  But poor Nisha can't do anything except...



Duke stopped at an unmarked door, opened it, and stepped aside.
“Your room. Food is inside. Three beds. Luxury enough. Stay here tonight. Morning someone will come. Good night.”
He waited only long enough to see them enter, then closed the door and left.
The room was large and well-furnished. Three wide beds, low lighting, a table with covered dishes and bottles of water. Soft carpet. No windows. One other door that looked like a bathroom. The kind of room meant to make selected women feel rewarded and contained at the same time.
Spurthi sat down on the edge of the nearest bed as if her legs had given out. Taboo walked to the table and lifted a cover, more to have something to do than from hunger. Nisha stood in the centre of the room, fists still tight, the new piercing a small bright point of sensation every time she breathed.
Vidya was here. In the basement. Alive. And the sounds she had just heard made the reality of that captivity sharper than any report or video. The anger stayed, controlled and useful. Alongside it the planning started again, colder now: the layout of the corridors, the position of the basement stairs, the fact that Duke had refused her request without suspicion, the hours until morning when someone would come for them.
She walked to the far bed, sat, and began to unlace the thin stage shoes. Spurthi and Taboo watched her in silence for a moment, both still unsettled by the cries they had heard and by the casual way Duke had explained them.
“We should eat something,” Taboo said finally, voice quieter than usual.
Nisha nodded once, but her mind was already elsewhere — counting the turns back toward the basement, measuring the risk of moving at night, and holding the sound of her friend’s voice like a fixed point in the centre of the whole island.
Tomorrow the boss was supposed to come for them.
Tonight the corridors were quiet again.
And somewhere below, in a room Duke had called an experiment, Vidya was still there.
Nisha lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and began to build the next part of the plan in the dark......