Chapter Four: The Breaking of Rekha

 Chapter Four: The Breaking of Rekha

The suite was reborn in low amber light, curtains drawn tight against the rising sun, every surface wiped clean of the prior night’s sin—but the air remained thick, oppressive with sweat, cum, and the musk of conquest. Raveena now reclined on the central divan like a queen once broken but reborn, her body bathed and oiled, still aching in the most sacred ways. Across from her stood Rekha—cloaked not in dominance this time, but in that tense, electric silence of someone who knows what’s coming.

Shilpa’s smirk was subtle. Tabu’s less so.

“You gave the orders last night,” Tabu said, circling her. “Now you take them.”

Rekha didn’t speak, only untied the knot at her hip. Her silk robe puddled to the floor, leaving her bare, the curve of her breasts heaving as she sucked in a breath. Her body was untouched, but not for long.

“On the bed,” Shilpa commanded, voice hard.

Rekha obeyed.

They bound her wrists to the posts in red rope, tight enough to bite. Her legs were spread wide, leather cuffs snapped to the frame below. Raveena crawled between her thighs, face lit with vengeance and desire, the scent of Rekha’s anticipation already thick on her tongue. She kissed the inside of her thighs, sucked at the smooth heat of her skin, then looked up at Shilpa and Tabu.

“Let’s break her.”

The first toy was the double-ended dildo—thick, black, glistening. Tabu knelt behind Rekha and pressed it into her ass, inch by inch, slow and merciless. Rekha gasped, back arching, jaw clenched as the stretch took her. Raveena fed her the other end between her soaked lips, so that every thrust from one end drove pressure through the other. The penetration was endless, maddening.

Rekha moaned low, throaty. “F-fuck… fuck yes…”

Raveena wasn’t satisfied. She took the vibrating bullet next, pressed it against Rekha’s clit and flicked it to the highest setting. Rekha jerked like she’d been shocked, a breathless scream tearing from her throat. Her body was now a trembling mess of sensation—stuffed from both ends, vibrated at the core, hands clenched in rope that creaked with her every jolt.

Shilpa moved to her chest and clamped her nipples tight, one after the other, cold metal dragging across flushed skin. She yanked the chain connecting them, watching Rekha writhe. “Say thank you,” she murmured.

Rekha sobbed. “T-thank you…”

They took turns with the vibrator. Every time she got close, they pulled it away. Every time her legs began to shake, they stopped the thrusting. They worked her body until she was a mess of sweat, drool, trembling need, her cunt leaking steadily, the toy in her ass twitching with every clench.

Raveena finally leaned in, tongue flicking her clit, humming against her while she held the vibrator still.

That broke her.

Rekha came with a scream, back arching, fists clenched, body shuddering so violently the headboard rattled. Her juices squirted, messy and uncontrolled, running down her thighs, pooling on the sheets. She sagged in the bonds, sobbing with overstimulation, but they weren’t done.

Tabu unstrapped, replaced the toy with her own cock, and began to fuck Rekha’s ass hard. Shilpa replaced the clamps with her tongue. Raveena straddled Rekha’s face, moaning as her tongue was used again. Rekha was reduced to a tool, a vessel, her body shaking with orgasm after orgasm as they took her, used her, remade her.

And then—

The knock.

The door creaked open.

And through it stepped Madhuri Dixit.