MY PERVERT BOSS ( CHAPTER 12- "Spread her legs wider" )

Her eyes focused on the floor as they approached Mr. Kapoor's flat, the anticipation of what was to come making her stomach clench with excitement and fear. The door was already open when they arrived, the dimly lit hallway hinting at the depravity that awaited her.

Mr. Kapoor was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression one of pure hunger. "Ah, you've brought her," he said, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good boy."

Shubham smirked, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Ohh shubham you used her well," Mr. Kapoor said, his eyes raking over Shreya's trembling form. "I'll definitely give you a tip tomorrow." He stepped aside, allowing them to enter the apartment.

As she was pushed into the apartment, Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts. With a sadistic smile, he slapped her hard, the force causing the ropes to tighten, sending a shockwave of pain through her body. She gasped, her eyes watering, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

"Now, now," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to have to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" He slapped her other breast just as hard, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice trembling. "I'll be good."

Mr. Kapoor stepped back, his gaze raking over her body. "Let's see how well you can handle your punishment," he said, his eyes flicking to the screwdrivers still lodged in her ass and pussy. Without warning, he reached out and gave a hard push to one of the screwdrivers, making Shreya cry out in pain. She felt it move deeper inside her, the cold metal sending a sharp stab of pain that was only heightened by the anticipation of what was to come.

"Take her to the torture room," Mr. Kapoor said to Shubham, his voice a low growl. "But leave everything inside her. And make sure she's bound in our favorite style." He slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Tonight, i and my investor play with her ."

Shubham's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He knew exactly what Mr. Kapoor meant. He pulled her along, the screwdrivers in her ass and pussy causing her to stumble with each step. Her eyes remained downcast, a mix of fear and anticipation playing out on her beautiful features.

As they entered the torture room, a cold shiver ran down Shreya's spine. The walls were adorned with various instruments of pleasure and pain, each one more intimidating than the last. The room was bathed in a crimson light, casting eerie shadows on the leather-covered surfaces. She knew she was in for a night she would never forget.

Shubham yanked her to her feet, making her stand before Mr. Kapoor and his investor, Mr. Sharma. The latter was a middle-aged man with a twisted smile, his eyes raking over her bound body with a greedy hunger. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of the screwdrivers still embedded in her. "Very nice," he murmured, his voice a dark purr.

Shreya felt a wave of trepidation, but she also couldn't ignore the thrill that was building inside her. She had never been the center of attention like this before, never been so thoroughly used and enjoyed. It was terrifying, but also incredibly exhilarating.

Shubham's eyes met hers, and she could see the excitement in them. He clearly enjoyed her suffering, and she found that she liked pleasing him, liked the power he had over her. He began to untie her, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every second of her vulnerability. She watched as he reached for the screwdriver in her ass, her body tense with anticipation.

"Leave them," Mr. Sharma said, his voice thick with lust. "Let her keep them for now."

Shreya felt a thrill of terror at the thought of keeping the screwdrivers in for even longer. She had never felt so exposed, so used, and yet, she couldn't deny the dark excitement that was building in her core.

Shubham nodded to Mr. Sharma and then turned his attention back to her. With a wicked glint in his eye, he began to push the screwdrivers in deeper, his hands rough as he twisted and turned them, making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Each movement sent shockwaves through her body, the metal grinding against her sensitive walls.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained with arousal. "noo."

Ignoring her pleas, Shubham pushed the screwdrivers in even further, the cold metal sending jolts of pain through her body. He watched her face contort, a sadistic smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed her suffering. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

With a swift motion, he picked her up and carried her over to the center of the room, where a sturdy hook hung from the ceiling. He attached a thick leather strap to the hook and wrapped it around her ankles, pulling it tight. Shreya felt a rush of fear as he hoisted her into the air, her body swinging slightly, the screwdrivers still lodged deep inside her.

Her head was now just above the floor, and she was hanging upside down in such a way that her mouth was at the perfect height for someone to take her, while her pussy and ass were open and exposed for anyone's use. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, but she also couldn't deny the sick excitement that was growing.

Mr. Kapoor and Mr. Sharma stepped closer, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "Spread her legs wider," Mr. Kapoor instructed, and Shubham obeyed, adding more ropes to pull her legs apart until she was fully exposed. Shreya could feel the cool air of the room on her wet, swollen pussy and the screwdrivers pressing against her g-spot with every movement.

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Mr. Sharma stepped forward, his gaze fixated on the screwdriver in her pussy. He licked his lips as he reached for it, his hand trembling slightly with excitement. "Please, sir," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from the abuse.

Ignoring her plea, Mr. Sharma gripped the screwdriver firmly and began to pull it out, inch by inch. The pain was excruciating, the metal stretching her swollen flesh as it was removed. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, trying not to scream. When it was finally free, she gasped for breath, the sudden emptiness making her feel both relieved and exposed.

But the relief was short-lived. Before she could even process what was happening, Mr.sharma pushed the screwdriver into her mouth, his hand pressing down on her cheek, forcing it in deeper. She could feel the cold metal on her tongue, the taste of her own juices mingling with the harshness of the tool. "Don't you dare remove them," he snarled, his grip on her head unyielding.

Mr. Kapoor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He slapped her pussy, the sound echoing through the room. Shreya's eyes widened with shock, the pain and humiliation making her clench around the screwdriver in her mouth. "Look at her," he said to Mr. Sharma, his voice filled with amusement. "She's loving it already."

Without warning, Mr. Kapoor shoved four of his fingers into her wet pussy, the sudden intrusion making her moan around the screwdriver. Her body jerked in the restraints, her juices coating his hand as he pumped in and out of her, his knuckles hitting her clit with every thrust. The sensation was intense, the fullness of his hand overwhelming her.

On the other hand, Mr. Sharma pushed his two fingers inside her ass, the tightness making him groan with pleasure. He began to slap her ass cheeks with his free hand, each smack resonating through the room. The sting of his slaps made her body tighten around his fingers, and she could feel his excitement as he pushed deeper. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he said, his voice gruff.

Shreya nodded, the screwdriver in her mouth preventing her from speaking. The pain and pleasure melded together in a heady rush that made her dizzy. She had never felt so used, so objectified, and yet it was intoxicating. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned around the metal, her body writhing in the restraints.

Mr. Kapoor and Mr. Sharma worked in tandem, their fingers moving in and out of her holes with a synchronized rhythm that had her panting and moaning. Each time Mr. Kapoor slapped her clit, she felt a jolt of pleasure that made her arch her back, pushing herself onto Mr. Sharma's digits. The two men watched her with hungry eyes, their breaths coming in short, ragged pants.

As she cummed, her body convulsed, her juices spilling down body and onto the floor. She couldn't hold back the scream of pleasure that tore from her throat, the screwdriver in her mouth muffling the sound. Her pussy clamped down on Mr. Kapoor's hand, and she felt the warmth of her release enveloping his fingers.

Withdrawing his hand from her pussy, Mr. Kapoor stepped back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "You're learning quickly."

Mr. Sharma followed suit, his fingers slipping from her ass with a wet sound. Shreya's body was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her muscles feeling both weak and alive with the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

Mr. Kapoor took the screwdriver out of her mouth and held it up, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he said, his voice low and husky. He stepped closer, his finger still coated with her juices. "Open wide, slut," he ordered, and she had no choice but to obey. He shoved his finger into her mouth, and she could taste herself on him, the salty sweetness mixing with the metallic flavor of the screwdriver.

Mr. Sharma wasted no time, unbuckling his belt and freeing his erect cock from his pants. It sprang forth, thick and angry, the veins bulging with excitement. He stepped closer to Shreya, his cock bobbing with every step. "my turn," he said, his voice a low growl.

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Kapoor stepped aside, allowing Mr. Sharma to take his place. He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it into her mouth, the suddenness of the intrusion making her gag.

"Suck it," he ordered, his voice harsh and demanding. "Show me how much of a good little slut you can be."

Shreya felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she began to suck Mr. Sharma's cock, her eyes watering as it pushed deeper into her mouth. She could feel Mr. Kapoor's eyes on her, watching her every move, and she knew he was enjoying the show.

Shubham, still standing by, watched with a smug smile as Mr. Sharma began to fuck her face, his hips thrusting back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion. "You see, Shreya," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice a low murmur. "This is what happens to naughty little girls who don't follow the rules. They get used by men like us."

"Shubham you can a also use her with us " ,mister kapoor said, a bitch is one who will take as many torture as she take.

Shubham took the screwdriver and approached Shreya's exposed and vulnerable form. She could feel the cold metal against her already abused flesh, and she whimpered in anticipation of the pain to come. He knelt behind her and placed the tip of the screwdriver against the opening of her ass.

With a sadistic grin, he began to push the rear part of the screwdriver in and out of her with an animalistic speed, each movement sending a fresh wave of agony through her body. She could feel her blood rushing to her head, and the world began to spin. The pain was unbearable, but she knew better than to protest.

Mr. Kapoor chuckled at her predicament, watching as Shreya struggled to keep up with Mr. Sharma's relentless face-fucking. He reached over and slapped her pussy, the sound echoing through the room. "Beg for it," he murmured, his hand still on her tender flesh.

Shreya's eyes watered, and she gagged around the cock in her mouth, trying to form the words. "Please," she whimpered, her voice muffled by Mr. Sharma's thick shaft. "Please, sir."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand still on her pussy, slapping her clit in a rhythm that matched Mr. Sharma's thrusts. "You're doing such a good job, slut," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "But we're not done yet."

Shreya could feel herself going lightheaded, the blood rushing to her head as she was held upside down. The pain in her ass was intense, Shubham's movements relentless. Each time he pushed the screwdriver in and out, she could feel the blood in her veins thicken, and she knew she was close to passing out. But she also knew that wouldn't be an option.

Mr. Sharma's cock slammed into her mouth, the taste of him mixing with the salty tang of her own arousal. She could feel his hand in her hair, tightening, pulling her head back even further as he fucked her throat with brutal abandon. He was grunting with each thrust, his breathing growing more ragged as he approached climax.

Shreya's eyes were watering, and she could feel her gag reflex kicking in as Mr. Sharma's cock hit the back of her throat over and over again. But she knew that she had to take it, that this was part of her punishment. She focused on Mr. Kapoor's words, using the pain to fuel her submission.

Her mouth was filled with Mr. Sharma's cock, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. She could feel his pulse quicken, his movements growing more erratic as he approached his climax. The screwdriver in her ass was a constant reminder of her submission, the pain a reminder of the power these men had over her.

Suddenly, Mr. Sharma's grip tightened, and he let out a roar, his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering and her throat burning as she did so.

As he pulled out, she could feel the screwdriver in her ass slipping out, the pain of its removal almost as intense as its insertion. She remained suspended upside down, completely unconscious, her body a limp ragdoll bounded upside down with a ceiling hook legs open wide

Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his eyes assessing her with a mix of satisfaction and concern. "Shreya," he said, his voice a low murmur. "You've taken your punishment well."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, the haze of pleasure and pain still clouding her vision. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her forehead, and for a brief moment, she felt a flicker of comfort amidst the chaos.

"Take this slut down,"