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Rita led the still-blindfolded Nisha through the final corridor and into the large central room of the base.
The moment the door closed behind them, Rita reached up and pulled the black cloth away from Nisha’s eyes.
Bright light flooded her vision.
Nisha blinked hard, disoriented. The room was wide and brightly lit, the walls clean, a massive bed dominating the centre. Standing near it were two men.
Tony, bare-chested, arms folded, watching her with open hunger.
And beside him—Minister Pandey.
Nisha’s mind went white with pure rage.
“You bastard…” Her voice came out low and shaking. “You also joined with them? I can’t leave you. I will send you behind bars. I swear it.”







Pandey only smiled, the expression thick with crude satisfaction. He stepped closer, eyes travelling slowly over her still-damp, naked body—the full breasts, the silver ring glinting in her navel, the swollen, recently-used cunt.
“First you have to escape from here,” he said softly. “You can’t. Today is the second time I am going to have you. I will tear your pussy.”
Tony’s voice joined his, dark and amused.
“And I will tear your ass.”
Both men laughed, the sound low and ugly.
“Today,” Tony added, “you will moan like you never have in your life.”
Rita gave Nisha a light push forward. The two men closed in.
They started with her breasts.
Tony took the left, Pandey the right. Both mouths closed over her nipples at the same moment—warm, wet, hungry. They sucked hard, tongues circling the dark peaks, teeth grazing just enough to send sharp sparks through her. Nisha’s back arched despite herself. A broken sound escaped her throat.
“Ahhh… no…”
Their hands were everywhere. Tony’s palm slid down her stomach and settled over the silver navel ring, thumb brushing it while he continued to suck. Pandey’s free hand cupped the underside of the breast he was working, lifting it higher into his mouth. They switched sides without speaking, each tasting the breast the other had just left wet and marked.
Then both mouths moved lower.
Tony licked a slow path down the centre of her chest. Pandey followed the outer curve of her right breast, tongue trailing wet heat. They met at her navel.
Pandey’s eyes fixed on the silver ring.
“Wow,” he murmured. “Looks like a bar dancer. It suits you. Looking good.”
He closed two fingers around the small ring and gave it a deliberate, sensitive pluck.
Nisha’s entire body jerked.
“Ohhhh—hhh—noooooooooooooo—”















Nisha’s entire body jerked.
“Ohhhh—hhh—noooooooooooooo—”
The cry tore out of her, high and raw. The sharp tug sent a direct line of fire straight down to her cunt. Pandey did it again, slower, rolling the ring between his fingers while Tony’s tongue circled the soft skin around her navel. Nisha’s hips twitched helplessly. Her hands, still free for the moment, tried to push them away, but the two men simply caught her wrists and guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the massive bed.
They laid her down.
Tony took both of her wrists and locked them into the waiting cuffs at the head of the bed. Pandey spread her thighs and secured her ankles wide. She lay completely open under the bright lights—breasts wet from their mouths, navel ring still tingling, cunt already glistening again from Rita’s earlier thorough work.
Tony leaned over her face and kissed her hard, tongue pushing deep, tasting her while Pandey returned to the navel ring, tugging it in slow, rhythmic pulls that made her moan into Tony’s mouth.
“Hmmmm—ahhh—stop—”
They ignored the protest.
Pandey’s mouth finally left the ring and travelled lower. He dragged his tongue through the soft folds of her cunt in one long, deliberate stroke, then sealed his lips over her clit and sucked. At the same moment Tony’s mouth returned to her breasts, alternating between them, sucking and biting the nipples until they stood dark and swollen.
Nisha’s head thrashed against the pillow.
“Please… ahhh… no… not both…”
Tony lifted his head just long enough to speak against her wet nipple.
“Today you take both of us. Every hole. Until you can’t remember your own name.”
Pandey pushed two thick fingers into her cunt while he continued to lick, curling them hard against the front wall. The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the bright room. Nisha’s hips tried to lift and twist away, but the ankle cuffs held her open. Fresh moans spilled from her—higher, more broken than before.
Rita watched from the side for a moment, then stepped forward at Tony’s small nod. She climbed onto the bed, straddled Nisha’s chest facing away from her face, and lowered her own cunt onto Nisha’s mouth.
“Lick,” she ordered softly.
Nisha tried to turn her head. Rita simply settled more firmly, grinding down until Nisha had no choice but to open her mouth. The taste of another woman flooded her tongue. At the same time Pandey’s fingers and mouth worked her harder, and Tony’s teeth closed around one nipple with just enough pressure to make her cry out against Rita’s wet folds.
The three of them used her in perfect coordination.
















Rita rocked slowly on her face, forcing her to lick and suck. Tony moved between her breasts and her mouth whenever Rita lifted slightly, feeding her his tongue or his fingers. Pandey stayed between her legs, alternating between deep finger-fucking and long, thorough licking, occasionally returning to the navel ring to give it another sharp tug that made Nisha’s whole body jolt.
Time blurred.
Nisha’s moans grew continuous, muffled against Rita’s cunt, then raw and open whenever Rita shifted. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around Pandey’s fingers. Her nipples ached from constant attention. The silver ring in her navel felt like a direct wire to her clit every time it was touched.
Pandey finally rose onto his knees between her spread thighs. He freed his thick cock and rubbed the head up and down her dripping slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Ready to be torn, officer?”
Nisha’s eyes, glassy and wet, found his face. She tried to speak, but Rita pressed down again, filling her mouth.
Pandey pushed in.
The broad head stretched her open in one slow, relentless thrust. Nisha’s muffled scream vibrated against Rita’s cunt. He sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Then he began to fuck her—long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak and her bound body rock with every impact.
Tony watched for a moment, then moved up the bed. He straddled Nisha’s chest just above Rita, freed his own heavy cock, and pressed the head against Nisha’s lips whenever Rita lifted. Between the two of them they kept her mouth full—Rita’s wet folds or Tony’s thick shaft, alternating, never giving her more than a second of empty air.
Pandey’s pace increased.
He fucked her harder, deeper, the wet slap of his hips against her thighs loud in the bright room. One hand returned to the navel ring, tugging it in time with his thrusts. Nisha’s cries grew higher, more desperate, muffled and raw by turns.










Tony pulled out of her mouth and nodded at Rita. Rita climbed off. The two men shifted Nisha’s bound body with practised ease, turning her onto her side, one leg lifted high.