Allen knows how

Allen let out a delighted laugh. Although he was trying to mask his concern. Three spurts had been enough for Sakshi to be more accepting initially, it seemed like the older sister was more mentally strong. “That’s what I thought.” He stood up, stretching slightly before clapping his hands together. “Well then, since you just said you’re bothered by my stink… I suppose you should help me get rid of it.”

He grinned down at her, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Time for a bath then! Girls, bring her to the bathroom.”

Sakshi and Priya, still holding onto Kavya’s arms, nodded in unison.

Kavya’s dazed eyes widened slightly.

She barely had a moment to protest before they started pulling her toward the bathroom.

The bathroom was already beginning to fill with the sound of rushing water by the time the girls reached it as Allen turned the shower on, the sharp patter of droplets against the tiles echoing through the small space. The air grew humid almost instantly, steam curling around the edges of the glass and mirrors.

Kavya, still being held firmly between Priya and Sakshi, struggled harder now, realizing exactly where this was going. The fog in her mind was still there, but fear had jolted her back into something resembling clarity. Her breaths were ragged, her bare arms tensed as she tried to yank herself free from their grip, but the women held fast.

Allen stepped inside the shower, the water drenching him instantly, plastering his boxers to his skin for a moment before he leisurely peeled it off and tossed it aside. He ran a hand through his wet hair before turning back to face the three women, his smirk playful yet expectant.

"In order to make sure I’m completely clean," he began, voice smooth, "I’m going to need the Sharma sisters’ help."

Kavya stiffened, her stomach twisting.

Allen tilted his head slightly, eyes locking onto hers. "And I think I just figured out the perfect way to do that."

He lifted a hand and gestured toward Kavya’s hair—her thick, dark locks, which were currently twisted up into the high bun.

"I’m going to use Kavya’s hair as my loofah."

Kavya’s breath caught in her throat.

The words barely processed before her body reacted, a deep, visceral hatred clawing through her chest. "You’re what?!"

Allen barely paid attention to her outburst, instead shifting his gaze to Sakshi.

"And you," he continued, as if Kavya hadn’t just spoken, "are going to be my personal bathing assistant." He gave her a pointed look. "You’re going to grab your dear sister’s head, lather up that nice bun of hers with body wash, and then scrub me down with it. Thoroughly."

Kavya’s entire body went rigid.

"You’re insane!" she hissed, her voice cracking from both rage and disbelief. "I am not—this is disgusting—you can’t—!"

But her voice, no matter how loud, did nothing.

Sakshi merely scoffed, her lips twisting into something almost amused. She let go of her sister’s arm and in a sudden move that surprised even Allen slapped Kavya hard on her cheek.

"God, you bitch," she sighed dramatically, "could you whine any more? It’s not like this is some big deal. Just be useful for once."

"You can’t be serious!" Kavya’s head whipped toward her sister, betrayal flashing in her eyes. "Sakshi!"

Sakshi ignored her entirely.

She moved with calm precision, stepping forward as if this was just another mundane task.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she grabbed the base of Kavya’s bun, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. The older woman let out an enraged cry, twisting in an attempt to break free, but Sakshi held her still with shocking ease.

Kavya’s heart was hammering against her ribs, panic surging through her limbs as she realized—fully realized—that Sakshi wasn’t playing around.

She wasn’t just going along with Allen’s commands.

She was enjoying it.

Sakshi reached for the bottle of body wash sitting by the shower’s built-in ledge and flipped the cap open with one hand. A thick, pearlescent liquid pooled into her palm before she unceremoniously slapped it onto Kavya’s head, spreading it through her tightly bound hair.

Kavya thrashed. "STOP IT!"

"Ugh, Kavya, you’re so dramatic," Sakshi muttered, shaking her head. She massaged the soap into her sister’s hair, the lather quickly foaming up. "It’s just soap. You’re acting like this is ****."

But it was. Kavya wanted to scream.

It was ****—humiliation—something she could never have imagined happening, something that made her skin crawl, her stomach churn, her pulse pound with rage and horror. And it was about to get worse. In the mayhem Kavya had missed Allen speaking to Priya.

But her protests meant nothing as Priya robotically walked towards Kavya and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as her grey lace bra and enormous tits came into view. Taking the slightly wet top off as she used it to tie the squirming woman’s hands behind her back.

The next thing she knew, Sakshi was lifting her head, her grip tight, and shoving her forward.

Kavya’s face was inches from Allen’s bare chest now, the steam curling around them, making everything feel too hot, too real. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to recoil, but Sakshi **** her closer, pressing her face firmly against Allen’s skin.

"There we go, but you’re using the wrong end" Allen murmured, his voice low, satisfied. "Be nice and thorough."

Sakshi moved Kavya’s head in a slow, deliberate circle, twisting her body as she roughly grabbed her sister by her face with reckless disregard as she began rubbing her soap soaked hair against Allen’s shoulders, down his arms, across his chest.

Kavya gagged on instinct, her body shuddering violently as the lather spread, the smell of body wash mingling with the scent of sweat and steam.

She wanted to fight. She wanted to.

But her body felt so weak, her mind so foggy, the fight being drained from her with every humiliating second.

She could hear Sakshi chuckling above her, could hear Allen’s pleased hum as he lifted his arm slightly to give Sakshi better access.

"Don’t forget to scrub properly," Allen teased. "I need to be completely clean, after all."

Sakshi nodded eagerly as she obeyed, gripping Kavya’s face tighter and moving it even more firmly.

Kavya’s lips curled back in revulsion, her breath coming in shallow, panicked bursts.

The bathing process continued, the scent of body wash mixing with the steam rising from the hot water. Kavya’s protests had dulled into strained whimpers as her soaked hair was **** against Allen’s body, lathering him with thick, foamy suds.

Sakshi, on the other hand, was thriving. She continued to hold Kavya’s head with a firm grip, guiding her through the motions without hesitation.

“Aww, what’s wrong, big sis?” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You were so high and mighty before. Guess we found something you’re actually useful for.”

Kavya clenched her teeth, her eyes burning with fury, but she was powerless to resist.

Sakshi smirked, rubbing more soap into Kavya’s tangled hair before pressing it harder against Allen’s chest. “You should be grateful, really. You finally get to do something worthwhile instead of just bossing people around.”

Kavya let out a muffled groan of frustration, but all it did was amuse Sakshi further.

“Bet you never thought you’d be giving a guy a full-body cleanse like this, huh?” she taunted. “And with that expensive body wash of yours, too. Pretty generous of you, Kavi.”

Allen chuckled, watching the scene unfold with satisfaction. “I’d say she’s really getting into it now.”

Sakshi giggled. “Oh, totally. Maybe we should make this a daily routine for her. Right, Kavi?”

Before Kavya could respond, a sudden, sharp knock on the front door cut through the laughter.

BANG BANG BANG.

All three of them froze.

Then, a voice—firm and authoritative was heard from outside the apartment.

“Kavya? Are you there?”