Swati and Kanni had been friends and colleagues for years, but their friendship took a drastic turn when Swati discovered Kanni's infidelity. Kanni, lean and tall with fair skin and medium-length black hair, had recently gotten married, but that didn't stop her from indulging in a torrid affair with their boss, J. The affair was not just about sex; it was about BDSM play that would make Christian Grey blush.
Swati, tall and of medium build, was proud of her long black hair that reached down to her butt. She was also proud of her moral compass, which is why she was appalled by Kanni's actions. She confronted Kanni, threatening to expose her cheating to her husband. Kanni was taken aback, her humiliation and anger simmering beneath the surface.
But Kanni was not one to take things lying down. She cooked up a plan, and before Swati knew it, she found herself naked, bound, and gagged in a dingy basement. Kanni and J stood before her, their faces stern, their eyes blazing with a fire that made Swati's skin crawl.
"You should have kept your nose out of our business, Swati," Kanni spat, her voice cold as ice.
J chuckled, his eyes roving over Swati's naked form. "You're going to learn a lesson, Swati. A lesson in respecting boundaries."
The night that followed was a blur of pain, pleasure, and degradation. Swati was subjected to a battery of BDSM play, her body pushed to its limits as Kanni and J took turns tormenting her. She was made to crawl, to plead, to beg for mercy that never came.
Finally, when the sun began to rise, Swati was thrown to Kanni's feet, forced to apologize for her transgression. As she looked up, she saw Kanni's new shoes, woven from Swati's own long black hair. The humiliation was complete.
Weeks went by, and Swati discovered she was pregnant, a result of that fateful night in the basement. She had no choice but to become a slave wife to J, and in a secret ceremony, she was wedded to him. Kanni was the guest of honor, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic light as she watched Swati take her vows.
"It's your duty to fulfill your husband's needs, Swati," Kanni said, her voice dripping with malice. "He'll use your mouth and ass until your pussy becomes available again."
Swati felt a shiver run down her spine as J's hands wrapped around her waist, his dick already hardening in anticipation. She knew she was in for a lifetime of sexual servitude, but as she glanced up at Kanni, she saw something there, something that made her skin crawl.
It was a glimmer of excitement, a spark of desire that Kanni couldn't hide. Swati realized that her friend, her former friend, was not just a participant in her torment but a willing accomplice, a partner in her own degradation. And that knowledge made Swati's pussy tremble with a mix of fear and arousal.