He needs to make sure Sakshi knows her place!

Allen was beginning to show the bitch her place. But this wasn't enough, he needed to break her resolve completely. Make her just as disgusting as himself. He smirked at Priya. “Here’s a task for you. Go outside and take the stairs—all the way from the top floor to the bottom. Ten trips. No shortcuts. And don’t interact with anyone you see, no matter what.”

Priya didn’t hesitate. “Okay!” she chirped, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She turned and headed for the door, practically skipping on her way out. The sight left Sakshi dumbfounded.

“What—what was that about?” she stammered, glancing between Allen and the door that Priya had just closed behind her.

But Allen ignored her question. Stepping closer until her body stiffened. His eyes dropped to her exposed tits. Without a word, he reached out and flicked her nipples, the faint sheen of sweat on her tits catching the light as they bounced slightly. Sakshi flinched, a small gasp escaping her lips.

“You’re holding up well,” Allen commented, his voice a mix of mockery and appraisal.

She began to open her mouth, perhaps to protest, but before she could say anything, the cheerful chime of the washing machine interrupted her.

Allen’s smirk deepened. “Perfect timing. Go grab the clothes. Fold them, keep them aside.”

Sakshi clenched her jaw but obeyed. She walked to the laundry area, muttering under her breath. For the first time in what felt like forever, she had a moment alone. Her mind churned with thoughts—how bizarre everything was, how humiliating it was—but there was something else, too. Some strange, almost magnetic pull that made it all feel… not unacceptable. As if her resistance wasn’t just weak but absent.

She returned moments later, the clean clothes folded neatly in her hands, and found Allen lounging in the living room. She placed the clothes down and crossed her arms, glaring at the naked man. “Why did you make Priya do that?” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration.

Allen’s response was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Both of them turned to see Priya stumble back in. She was drenched in sweat, her once-fresh outfit now clinging to her skin. Stains darkened her dress, and her hair was damp, strands sticking to her flushed face. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she panted, leaning against the wall to steady herself.

Allen’s expression shifted into a devilish grin. He turned to Sakshi, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Looks like Priya got you some ice cream too,” he quipped.

Sakshi’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. Priya, tongue still sticking out despite her exhaustion, stood in place, awaiting further instruction. Allen beckoned her to him.

Priya walked in, her steps slow but deliberate, her sweat-soaked dress clinging to her form. Allen leaned back, his smirk widening as he observed her, an image of exhaustion wrapped in mindless compliance. He gestured lazily toward her.

“Well, I guess they say it well, ‘yellow yellow, dirty fellow’, take off your dress you won’t be needing it any more,” he said with amusement.

Priya’s expression didn’t falter, even as her trembling hands reached for the hem of her soaked dress. She peeled it off with a slow, deliberate motion, the fabric clinging to her skin as it gave way, revealing her damp, glistening torso. Sweat trailed down her toned stomach, soaking into the waistband of her panthose which Allen had failed to notice until now. She held the wet dress in her hand, standing in her soaked bra, awaiting further instruction.

Allen’s voice was calm but firm as he turned his gaze to Sakshi. “Stay where you are, Sakshi. Don’t move. Unless you know what’s good for you.”

Sakshi froze, a faint tremor running through her body. Her eyes darted to the sweat-stained cloth in Priya’s hand, dread curling in her stomach. She wanted to protest but found herself rooted in place, as if compelled by some unseen ****.

“Priya,” Allen called, his tone low and measured. “Walk up to Sakshi. Show her the smelliest part of your dress.”

Priya walked over to Sakshi, her movements smooth yet unsettling in their mechanical precision. Once she stood mere inches from Sakshi, Priya raised the drenched garment to her friend’s face. The air between them was thick with the pungent smell of exertion, and Sakshi flinched, turning her head to the side.

“Shove it in her face, Priya. It seems Sakshi isn’t thankful for all of your hard work,” Allen said, his voice carrying an edge of command. Priya complied, pressing the dampest part of the dress firmly beneath Sakshi’s nose grabbing the back of her head with her free hand to hold her in place.

The smell hit Sakshi like a wave. Her face twisted in revulsion as she gagged, trying to turn away, but Priya held steady, unmoving. Sakshi squeezed her eyes shut, her breath caught in her throat as she fought the instinct to inhale.

“Smell it, Sakshi,” Allen ordered.

“I… I can’t,” Sakshi stammered, her voice muffled.

“Yes, you can,” Allen pressed, his tone unwavering. “Take a deep breath. Do it now.”

Tears pricked Sakshi’s eyes as her will crumbled. She took in a sharp, shaky inhale, and the acrid, salty scent of Priya’s sweat filled her nostrils, clinging to the back of her throat. She coughed violently.

Allen’s lips curled into a smirk. “Admit it,” he said, leaning forward.

“Admit what?” Sakshi snapped, her voice muffled by Priya’s dress.

“You like it. You like the smell. Say it,” Allen demanded.

“No, I don’t!” Sakshi shot back, but the crack in her voice betrayed her.

“You’re lying to yourself, Sakshi,” Allen said, his tone turning almost playful. “You can feel it, can’t you? That little spark of enjoyment. Just say it.”

After a tense moment of silence, Sakshi finally broke. “Fine!” she shouted, her cheeks burning. “I… I like it. Are you happy now?”

“Very,” Allen said, his grin widening. He gestured to Priya. “Priya, interlock your hands behind your head like Sakshi did earlier.”

Without hesitation, Priya obeyed. Letting go of Sakshi and allowing her dress to drop at her feet. She raised her arms high, her hands clasped behind her head, exposing her glistening armpits. She stood perfectly still, her expression blank but obedient, tongue sticking out, awaiting further instruction.

Sakshi had a moment to face her friend. The bubbly vibrant friend she’d always loved had been turned into this mindless tool for the enjoyment of a man she hated. And she was responsible for it. Why had she obeyed him so willingly earlier?

Allen turned his attention back to Sakshi. “Now, your turn, Sakshi. Step forward. Tell me—what do Priya’s armpits smell like? And while you’re at it, give them a taste.”

Sakshi’s eyes widened in shock, but her body moved forward almost involuntarily. She hesitated for a moment, staring at Priya’s exposed skin, before leaning in. Her breath hitched as the pungent aroma hit her nose—a mix of salty sweat and something oddly sweet. She had no control over herself as she stuck out her tongue, her face hovering near Priya’s armpit, and gave it a tentative lick.

The taste was overwhelming, bitter and salty, yet somehow intoxicating. Sakshi’s lips brushed against Priya’s skin as her tongue darted out again, savoring the strange mix of sensations. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her breathing grew heavier.

Allen leaned back, watching with a satisfied grin. “Well? Describe it, Sakshi. I want every detail.”

Sakshi’s voice was unsteady as she spoke, her words spilling out in a breathless rush. “It’s… it’s salty. Bitter. Warm. Like… like…” She faltered, her mind racing for the right words. “It’s disgusting, but… but I can’t stop.”

Her admission hung in the air, and Allen’s grin deepened. “Good. Now, keep going.”

Just as Sakshi leaned in for another taste, the sound of the door creaking open made them all freeze.

Standing in the doorway was Kavya, her eyes widening as she took in the bizarre scene. “What the hell is going on here?”