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Raghu stood just outside the lounge doorway, frozen.
Tony’s voice carried clearly.
“…her team still thinks she’s on a mission. Husband too. Meanwhile the poor bitch is taking every cock we give her…”
Laughter followed—Tony’s, Pandey’s, casual and satisfied.



"And Pandey telling that fool Raghu completely trusted us by our fake video and fake words we seeded in his mind and his wife's mind.. ""

Tony replied *" yes Pandey Raghu is such a fool how he trust against the rumours her. She is a strict cop.. But he being his team he only reason for caught her and being took here and tortured.. Ha ha ha laughs..." "

Something cold and sharp slid through Raghu’s chest.
He had believed their stories. The video. The threats against his wife. The accident. Every word had been carefully fed to him so he would deliver Nisha into their hands. Now the truth sat in front of him like an open wound. They had used him. Treated him like a dog who had fetched the prize and could be patted on the head.
Anger rose first—hot, choking. Then guilt, heavier and more painful. He had brought her here. He had touched her, fucked her, laughed while she suffered, all because of their lies.
I trapped her. Now I have to get her out.
He turned and walked quickly toward the room where Christopher had taken her, careful to keep his face neutral. No one must suspect that anything had changed inside him.
The door stood half-open.
Inside, Nisha was still locked in the wide X-frame. Christopher stood between her spread legs, trousers open, hips snapping forward in hard, punishing thrusts. The electric stimulator and glass plug were gone; he was using only his cock now, driving into her with open anger. Nisha’s head was thrown back, wrists straining against the cuffs, broken cries spilling from her throat with every impact.
“Ahhh—no—Christopherrr—slow—ahhh—”










“Ahhh—no—Christopherrr—slow—ahhh—”
Raghu’s stomach twisted. The sight of her face twisted in pain and forced pleasure made the guilt cut deeper. I put her here. I have to be the one who takes her out. He forced the thought down and kept his expression blank.
Christopher noticed him and grinned without stopping his thrusts.
“Raghu! Come. Join. We’re giving the senior officer a proper lesson today.”
Raghu shook his head once.
“I need to go. Work.”
Christopher’s smile faded into something harder.
“Don’t be like that. Tony already approved. Come. And he make forced him to join or he invites his goons.. If goons come she will suffer Raghu thought and he only joined.. ...
The threat was clear. If Raghu refused too strongly, suspicion would fall on him immediately. He could not risk it—not if he wanted any chance of getting Nisha out later.
He stepped inside.
Tony and Pandey appeared in the doorway a moment later, drawn by the noise, and leaned against the wall to watch with open interest. There was no escape now.

















He stepped inside.
Tony and Pandey appeared in the doorway a moment later, drawn by the noise, and leaned against the wall to watch with open interest. There was no escape now.
Raghu moved behind Nisha. Christopher pulled out long enough for them to shift her slightly, then both men positioned themselves. Christopher pushed back into her cunt. Raghu, still half-reluctant, coated himself and pressed against the tight, already-used entrance of her ass. Nisha’s body jerked hard when she felt the second cock.
“No—both—ahhhh—!”
Raghu pushed in slowly, jaw tight. Inside his mind the words repeated like a mantra:
I don’t want this. I’m only doing it so they don’t suspect. I’m only doing it to stay close enough to save her later.
But her body was hot, tight, and trembling around him. Every time Christopher thrust forward, the pressure forced her harder onto Raghu’s cock. The dual stretch made her cry out in raw, continuous moans that echoed off the walls. Her breasts swayed with every impact. The silver navel ring caught the light each time her stomach clenched.
Raghu’s hands settled on her hips, steadying her. He told himself it was only to keep control. Yet the heat of her skin under his palms, the way her ass gripped him, the broken sounds she made—everything began to pull at him against his will.
Christopher set a hard, relentless pace. Raghu matched it almost without deciding to. The wet, filthy rhythm of two cocks moving inside her filled the room. Tony and Pandey watched in silence, occasionally exchanging dark smiles.
Nisha’s voice cracked higher.
“Raghu—if that’s you—stop—ahhh—both of you—too much—”
Hearing his name in that broken tone sent an unwanted surge through him. He thrust deeper. The guilt was still there, sharp and present, but another feeling was rising beside it—hunger, possession, a dark fascination with the body he had once only respected from a distance.
I don’t want to enjoy this…
Yet his hips kept moving. His grip on her tightened. Every time her ass clenched around him during a particularly deep stroke from Christopher, a low sound escaped his own throat. The tight heat, the way she trembled, the scent of her sweat and arousal—he was losing the battle inside his own head.
Christopher reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. Nisha’s entire body locked up. A raw, high cry tore from her as another orgasm was forced out of her, cunt and ass spasming around both cocks at once. The rhythmic clenching pushed Raghu over the edge of his internal resistance.
He was no longer only performing.
He was taking.
The three observers—Tony, Pandey, and Christopher—watched the once-loyal subordinate lose himself in the senior officer’s bound body, while Raghu’s mind kept whispering the same conflicting truths:
I will get her out.
But right now… I can’t stop....