My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 6
My case is closed, and I was free, but Vikram’s final payment was my destruction. From licking the floor to the brutal fuck, the Verdict Machine is dead.
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My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 5
Trapped between a hair-rope and a vibrator, I chose pain to feel pleasure. My neighbour’s freedom made me realise I don’t want my life back, but be his toy.
My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 4
He used me as a naked footstool. Pressed to the glass, tied in silk, I was just a toy. The hot wax burned, but the way I crave it is the real torture.
My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 3
The razor was sharp enough to erase my identity. I was being cleaned for him. Between the sting of his belt and the pressure of his plug, my mind snapped.
My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 2
I was a bold lady who never bent, but Vikram’s voice broke me. He forced me to my knees, the shame I had, but the forbidden thrill was heavier than it.
My Days in Vikram’s House – Part 1
I went to Vikram for help. But in his house, I saw a girl whom he had humiliated and punished, naked in the dirt. Is this what he will do to me as well?
When My Boss Offered His Wife – Part 5
The contract is over. My boss, now CEO, reveals that the whole plan was a trap for me. He’s not weak but a monster. He used my ambition to avenge his wife.
When My Boss Offered His Wife – Part 4
My sex with Simran was my ‘reward.’ Roshan used my trust and lust to extract top secrets from my new firm. The whole affair was just corporate infiltration.
When My Boss Offered His Wife – Part 3
I submitted my virginity to Simran under her husband’s roof. I made her scream in pleasure, fulfilling the filthy contract. Now ambition tastes like sin.
When My Boss Offered His Wife – Part 2
Simran pushed Roshan until he broke, until his manhood vanished. Then he agreed that he would find a man to fuck and satisfy Simran. The chosen pawn? Me.