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The first touch of his tongue was light—just the tip tracing the outer lips, barely there. Nisha’s hips jerked.
“Shhhh—”
He licked her more firmly, dragging the flat of his tongue from the lowest point of her entrance all the way up to her clit in one slow, thorough stroke. Then again. And again. Each pass opened her a little more, gathered the growing wetness, and spread it across her folds. Nisha’s bound arms tensed above her head. Her head tipped back against the pull of the restraints.
“Hmmmm—haaaaaa—nooooo… whooooo… who are you…?”
He did not answer. He simply kept licking—long, deliberate strokes that ended with a soft, wet suck on her clit every few passes. Her thighs began to tremble. Clear fluid coated his tongue and chin. When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of her wetness stretched between his mouth and her cunt before it broke.
He reached for one of the items waiting on the nearby tray: a smooth, medium-sized vibrator. He switched it on to a low, steady hum. The soft buzz filled the quiet room. He pressed the rounded head against her entrance. The vibration travelled through her swollen folds. Nisha’s breath caught hard. He pushed slowly. The head sank into her dripping cunt with almost no resistance, the vibration travelling deep inside her.
“Mmmmm—ahhhhhhhh—ahhhhhhhh—ohhhhhhhh—nooooooo—”
Her body jumped against the restraints as the vibrating length filled her completely. Raghu worked it in and out with patient, measured strokes, angling it so the vibrations rubbed continuously against her front wall. At the same time he leaned up, pulled the cups of her bra down beneath her breasts so they spilled free, and closed his mouth over one dark nipple, sucking hard while the vibrator fucked her in steady rhythm.
Nisha’s moans rose higher, broken and continuous, echoing off the walls of the room.
“Who… ahhh… tell me… whooooo—ahhh—”
The door opened again.
Heavy footsteps crossed the floor. Minister Pandey’s voice, thick with open amusement, filled the space.
“Who the hell is fucking you, Nisha? Can you guess?”






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Nisha’s moans rose higher, broken and continuous, echoing off the walls of the room.
“Who… ahhh… tell me… whooooo—ahhh—”
The door opened again.
Heavy footsteps crossed the floor. Minister Pandey’s voice, thick with open amusement, filled the space.
“Who the hell is fucking you, Nisha? Can you guess?”
Nisha’s head turned blindly toward the new voice, the vibrator still humming deep inside her.
“Who… who are you? What is this—ahh—”
Raghu did not stop. He kept the vibrator moving while Pandey walked closer. Then, without warning, Raghu withdrew the toy. The sudden emptiness made Nisha whimper. In one smooth motion he rose, freed his own thick cock, and pushed it into the same slick, swollen cunt that the vibrator had just left.
Nisha cried out as he filled her completely, stretching her open around his shaft.
“Ahhhh—!”
He began to fuck her with steady, deep strokes—pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt. The wet sound of their joining filled the room. At the same time Pandey picked up a thin leather whip from the tray. The first strike landed across both of Nisha’s ass cheeks with a sharp, clean crack.
Her whole body jumped hard against the restraints.
“Ahhh—!”
Pandey’s voice remained almost pleasant, patient.
“Guess wrong, and you get the whip. Guess who is inside you right now. If you guess correctly… maybe we leave you alone.”
Nisha’s mind spun. The thick cock stretching her, the residual vibration still humming in her nerves, the hot sting blooming across her ass—everything made clear thought almost impossible. Her voice came out shaky, broken by another deep thrust.
“Tony… it’s Tony—”
The whip cracked again, harder this time.
Thwack.
Nisha jerked and cried out, the sound echoing. Raghu laughed under his breath—a low, dark sound—and kept thrusting, the wet slap of his hips against her thighs growing louder.
Pandey spoke again, still patient, still cruel.
“Wrong. Try again. If you want to be released from here, guess correctly.”
Nisha’s voice shook harder. Another deep thrust dragged a long moan out of her before she could form words. Her bound body swayed with every powerful stroke.
“Chris… Christopher…?”
The room exploded with laughter.
Tony’s voice joined from the corner where he had been silently watching the entire time. Pandey’s deeper laugh rolled over it. Raghu’s own sharp, satisfied chuckle layered on top. The three sounds mixed and echoed off the walls while Raghu continued to fuck her without the slightest slowing, the whip still resting loosely in Pandey’s hand, ready for the next wrong answer.














Nisha hung from the restraints, blindfolded, bra shoved beneath her full breasts, panty gone, cunt stretched wide around the cock of the man she still could not name. Every thrust forced another broken moan from her throat. Every wrong guess earned another sharp kiss of the whip across her ass. And every second of it was watched and enjoyed by the three men who owned the island, their laughter rising each time her desperate, incorrect answers filled the air.