MY PERVERT BOSS

Shubham's only response was to slap her ass so hard the screwdriver jingled against her flesh, the metal cold against her burning skin. "Oh, you can, and you will," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "You're going to take it all for me, slut."

Without warning, he pushed two of the screwdrivers into her pussy, the biggest ones he had brought. Shreya's eyes went wide with shock as she felt herself stretch around the thick metal rods. "Fuck," she moaned, her body trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Shubham's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched her body react to the new sensation. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But you can take it, can't you, slut?" He began to pump the screwdrivers in and out of her, his movements slow and deliberate, making her moan with each thrust.

The cold metal filled her, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The pain was intense, but with each stroke, she could feel a new wave of pleasure building. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "More."

Shubham chuckled, his grip tightening on the screwdrivers as he pushed them deeper inside her. "You're such a greedy little slut," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But I can't say I'm surprised." He began to move them in and out, his strokes growing faster, harder, his dirty talk a constant stream of filth that only served to drive her closer to the edge.

Shreya's moans grew louder, the pain and pleasure blending into a delicious cocktail that had her begging for more. She never knew she could feel like this, never knew that she could crave such a degrading, depraved act. "You like being filled with metal, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark whisper. "You like feeling my power as I fuck you with these cold, hard rods."

Her eyes watered with each thrust, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensations. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to gasp out, her voice a desperate plea. "I-I love it."

He stopped for a moment, and she felt a flicker of relief, thinking it was over. But then she heard the clank of metal against metal, and she knew what was coming next. He took out another two screwdrivers, and she felt a new wave of terror wash over her as she realized he wasn't finished. "You want more, don't you, slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

Shreya's eyes widened as she felt the cold, hard metal of the screwdrivers pressing against her tight asshole. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice shaking. "I can't-"

"You can, and you will," Shubham cut her off, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're going to take every inch of these, and you're going to thank me for it." His voice grew harsher, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're going to love it, aren't you, slut?"

Shreya's eyes squeezed shut, bracing herself for the pain as she felt the first of the larger screwdrivers press against her asshole. She gritted her teeth, trying to relax as he pushed it in, the cold metal stretching her open with a pain that was almost unbearable. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Shreya's body jerked as she felt the second screwdriver slide in alongside the first, the pressure inside her making her want to scream. "Good girl," he praised, his tone dripping with a sadistic pleasure that only made her wetter. "Take it, take it all."

Shreya could feel her asshole stretching to accommodate the thick metal rods, the pain mixing with a strange, depraved pleasure that had her pussy clenching around the two screwdrivers still lodged within her. "Fuck, you're such a tight little slut," he said, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Look at how you take it all."

Shubham began to move the screwdrivers in and out of her, creating a rhythm that was both agonizing and exquisite. "You're so fucking full," he murmured, his breath hot and ragged. "My little toy, begging for more." His words were like a spell, each syllable a command that she couldn't resist. She pushed back, her body moving in time with his strokes, desperate for the release that hovered just out of reach.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a dark growl. "Take it, slut. Take all of it." He twisted the screwdrivers, making her gasp and moan.

Shreya's body was a symphony of pain and pleasure, the two emotions melding into one intense crescendo. She felt so full, so utterly dominated, and it was intoxicating. "Oh, sir," she whimpered, her voice a needy moan. "It hurts so good."

Shubham chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Look at you, taking all four of them like a champ," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You really are the perfect slut." He thrust the screwdrivers into her deeper, the metal cold and unforgiving as it invaded her most private spaces.

Shreya's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her screams. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice strained. "Please take them out."

Shubham's response was a low, wicked chuckle. "No, slut," he said, his voice a dark caress. "They'll stay inside you until we get to Mr. Kapoor. You're going to walk through his flat with my screwdrivers in your cunt and ass, showing everyone what a good little whore you are." His grip on the handles tightened, and she felt the metal shift within her, sending a fresh wave of pain through her body.

Shreya bit her lip, her eyes welling with tears as she nodded. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly at someone's mercy, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it all.

Shubham's hand came down hard, slapping her clit with a resounding smack that made her jump. "Fuck," she screamed, her body jolting with pain and pleasure. He chuckled, his hand coming down again, this time slapping her ass cheek with enough force to leave a red handprint. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he taunted, his voice a gruff growl.

Shreya couldn't help but nod, the sting of his hand sending a bolt of electricity through her body. "Y-yes, sir," she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by lust.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to walk into Mr. Kapoor's office with these in you, aren't you?" he whispered, his words a dark promise. "You're going to let him see what a dirty little slut you are."

Shreya's heart raced, the fear and excitement mixing in a heady cocktail that made her pussy throb around the screwdrivers. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. "I'll do whatever you say."

he opened the car trunk and took her out from the car's trunk, the screwdrivers still lodged deep within her, unmoving. The cold night air hit her skin, sending goosebumps across her body. Shreya felt a fresh wave of embarrassment and fear as she realized that she was still in the throes of their depraved game. The metal rods remained inside her, a constant reminder of her submission. he opened her hands and said, "Get on your hands and knees," Shubham ordered, his voice gruff with desire.

Shreya's legs trembled as she complied, the gravel of the alley biting into her palms and knees. The pain from the screwdrivers was a constant throb, a stark contrast to the cool night air. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes raking over her exposed form. "Now, crawl to me like the dirty little slut you are."

Shreya did as she was told, her movements awkward and pained. When she reached him, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, his dick springing free from his pants. "Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice a harsh bark.

Without hesitation, she parted her lips, and he shoved his dick back in, filling her mouth with his cock. "That's a good slut," he said, his voice a dark growl. "Now suck it like you mean it." She began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip as she tried to take in his length.

Shubham's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "You like being used like this?" Shreya could only moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. He chuckled, a cruel sound that sent a thrill through her. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you?"

Shubham's voice was a low rumble as he stepped closer, his eyes glued to the obscene sight before him. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with disdain and desire. "On your knees, begging for it like a whore."

Shreya felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she stared up at him, her eyes wide with lust. She had never been talked to like this before, never been used in such a way. But she couldn't deny the thrill of it, the way his words made her body respond. She took him deeper, her throat working around his cock as she struggled to keep up with his rhythm.

Shubham leaned down, his hand coming to rest on her head, guiding her movements. "Suck me like the whore you are," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Make me cum again, slut." His words were like a drug, a powerful aphrodisiac that had her moaning and eager to please. She bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing as she took him as deep as she could.

With a final grunt, he pulled out of her mouth, his cock pulsing with his release. Without a moment's hesitation,he again pushed his member inside her mouth he began to piss into her mouth, the hot stream hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, trying to keep up with the flow, his words echoing in her head. "Swallow it, all of it," he ordered, his voice cold and demanding. "If you spit out a single drop, you'll be tasting dog piss next time."

Shreya's eyes watered as she struggled not to choke, her throat tightening around his cock as she forced herself to swallow his piss. It was warm and salty, a taste she had never imagined she would experience, but she did it without protest, eager to please her tormentor.

Shubham watched her with a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she gulped down his piss, her cheeks flushed and her eyes brimming with tears. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice filled with dark pleasure. "Swallow it all. That's what you're here for."

When he was done, he pulled out, his cock still hard and slick with her saliva. "Stand up," he barked, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. Shreya stumbled to her feet, the screwdrivers still lodged inside her, the cold metal a stark reminder of her submission.

"Now, let's see if you can handle the next part of your punishment," he said, a malicious glint in his eyes. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching for her breasts. With a sadistic twist of his wrists, he grabbed the screwdrivers sticking out of her pussy and began to twirl them in place, making her gasp and cry out.

"You're such a greedy whore," he said, his voice a mix of disgust and excitement. "Look at you, begging for more. I think your tits need a bit of attention."

With that, he brought his hand up and slapped her right breast, the sound echoing through the alley. Shreya cried out in shock and pain, her nipple stinging under his brutal touch. He didn't stop there. He hit her again, harder this time, making her body jerk and her eyes water. "Fuck, yes," she heard him murmur, his voice thick with lust. "Take it, slut."

Shreya's body was a canvas of sensation, each slap sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through her. She felt her pussy clench around the screwdrivers, her body betraying her by responding to his cruel touch. "More," she begged, her voice a desperate whine.

Shubham chuckled, his eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction. "Already?" He reached down and yanked the rope tighter around her breasts, pulling it so that the knots dug into her skin. She yelped, the pain making her nipples even harder. "You're going to get what you asked for," he promised, his voice a low growl.

He grabbed more rope from the trunk and began to bind her breasts even tighter, his movements swift and precise. The rope cut into her skin, the pain making her gasp and moan. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "You're going to be my little slut, aren't you?"

Shreya nodded, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and desire. He could see the need in her eyes, the way she craved the pain and humiliation. He looped the rope around her breasts, pulling them up and together, creating a deep cleavage. "Look at these," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Perfect tits, begging to be used." He gave her a final twist, making her whimper.

Shreya's eyes squeezed shut as he tied her boobs even tighter, the rope cutting into her skin. She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, making them even more sensitive. The pain was intense, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes on her bound breasts. "And now, for the pièce de résistance."

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her knees. She whimpered as the screwdrivers shifted inside her, the pain making her legs wobble. "Crawl," he ordered, his voice a dark command that sent a thrill through her. "Crawl like the bitch you are."

Shreya obeyed, the metal rods in her ass and pussy making every movement a mix of pain and pleasure. She couldn't help but moan as she inched forward, her knees scraping against the rough asphalt. "That's right," he said, his voice a dark purr. "You're just a dirty little slut on her hands and knees, begging for it."

As she crawled, she felt the ropes on her breasts tighten further, the knots digging into her flesh. She bit back a scream, her eyes watering with pain. "Take it," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "Take it all for me, baby."

Shreya's body was a symphony of sensation, each tug and pull of the ropes sending a bolt of fire through her veins. She moaned, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as she continued to crawl towards the parking's exit.

Shubham's hand tightened around the rope attached to the rope around her neck, guiding her like a pet on a leash. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. "Crawling like the good little slut you are."

Shreya felt a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration as she made her way through the alley, her body on display for anyone who might be watching. She knew she should be terrified, but the fear only served to heighten her arousal. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice a needy moan. "I'll do anything for you."

Shubham smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure as he watched her crawl. "That's what I like to hear," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But remember, slut, the real fun starts when we get to Mr. Kapoor's."

He led her to the elevator, his grip on the rope around her neck tightening.