MY PERVERT BOSS

He paused, his hand hovering over her reddened flesh. "You can stop now," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But only if you can take ten more."

Shreya's eyes snapped open, the challenge in his voice making her heart race even faster. She took a deep breath, her pussy throbbing from the abuse. "I can take it," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

Shubham's smile grew even wider, and he brought the paddle down again, slapping her pussy once, twice, three times. Shreya's body jerked with each impact, the pain mixing with a deep, carinal need that she had never felt before. She counted the strikes, her voice growing weaker with each one. "Thirty-three... thirty-four..."

As he continued, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the pain and pleasure blurring into one overwhelming sensation. "Thirty-five... thirty-six..." she gasped, her legs trembling. The sound of the paddle slapping against her skin filled the alley, a rhythmic punishment that seemed to go on forever. "Thirty-seven... thirty-eight..."

Shubham's hand was a blur, the paddle striking her in a rapid-fire motion that left her gasping for breath. "Thirty-nine... four..." she started to count, but the pain was too much. She couldn't hold back the moan that slipped from her lips, her body begging for release.

"Fuck, you're taking it like a champ," he grunted, slapping her pussy with renewed vigor. "But you're not getting off that easy."

Shreya felt the panic rise in her chest as she realized what he meant. He shoved her upper body into the trunk, her ass and pussy still outside the car, and she watched in horror as he slammed the trunk lid down, trapping her in the cramped, dark space. The cold metal pressed against her back, the scent of gasoline and dust filling her nose. She was only partially in the trunk, but she knew that if he closed it fully, she would be in a world of pain.

"Please," she begged, her voice muffled by the confined space. "Please don't do this."

Shubham ignored her pleas, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that made Shreya's stomach churn. He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the enclosed space. "Shut up, you bitch," he growled, his hand coming down on her again and again. "You're going to love it when I make you scream."

Shreya's body jerked with each hit, her ass stinging from the blows. She could feel the tears building in her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She knew she had to stay strong, to endure whatever he had planned for her. "Please," she murmured, her voice a desperate whisper. "I'll do anything."

Shubham's response was a cruel chuckle, his hand moving away from her burning skin. "Anything?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Prove it."

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small screwdriver from the bag. Shreya's eyes widened in shock as he began to rub the cold metal against her clit, the sensation making her gasp. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You like the way it feels, all hard and cold, just like you want me to be."

Shreya couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, her body responding to his touch despite her fear. She felt his other hand slide around her waist, his fingers digging into her hip as he thrust the screwdriver into her folds. "Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I can feel your cunt begging for me."

He began to rub her clit in slow, torturous circles, the metal cold and unforgiving against her sensitive flesh. She felt a shiver run down her spine, the painful pleasure making her eyes roll back in her head. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. "You like it when I talk dirty to you."

Shreya nodded, her voice a whimper. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice trembling. "Please don't stop."

Without warning, he pushed the screwdriver deeper into her, the sudden intrusion making her cry out. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a dark purr. "To be filled with something cold and hard?"

Shreya's body tensed, the sensation of the metal sliding into her sending a jolt of shock through her body. She could feel herself stretching around it, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure that was building within her. "Y... yes, sir," she managed to choke out, her voice thick with desire.

Shubham chuckled darkly, his grip on the screwdriver tightening as he began to fuck her with it. "You're such a good slut," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Taking it like a champ." He thrust it in deeper, his strokes growing faster, harder. "You want to cum, don't you? You want me to make you scream?"

Shreya nodded, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and pain. "Yes, please sir," she whimpered. "Please, let me cum."

Shubham slapped her ass one last time before pulling the screwdriver out with a wet pop. She gasped as the cold air hit her exposed pussy, the sudden emptiness making her ache. He didn't give her time to recover before he was on her, his tongue replacing the metal, licking and lapping at her clit with a hunger that made her toes curl. "You're so fucking delicious," he murmured, his voice a gruff growl. "I can taste your need, slut."

Shreya's body trembled, her orgasm building as his tongue swirled around her sensitive bud. She could feel the rope tightening around her neck, cutting off her air as she approached climax. "I... I'm going to cum," she choked out, her voice a desperate whine.

Shubham's chuckle was dark and triumphant. "Not yet," he said, his voice a firm command. He pulled away, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her skin. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she felt his fingers replace his mouth, pushing into her soaking wet pussy. He began to pump them in and out, his thumb pressing against her ass. "But I think you're ready for this," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

Shreya's eyes snapped open in surprise as she felt his thumb press against her tight asshole. She had never been penetrated there before, but the sensation was strange and thrilling. She took a deep breath, her body tensing as she felt his digit push inside her. "Oh... sir," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and fear.

Shubham's grin was wicked as he watched her face contort with the new sensation. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he taunted, his voice low and seductive. "You like feeling my finger in your tight little ass." He began to move it in and out in time with his other hand, his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm.

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with pleasure. She had never felt anything so... depraved, so wrong, and yet it felt so good. "Y...yes," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Please don't stop, sir."

Shubham's laugh was low and dark, his tongue flicking over her clit with renewed vigor. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you, slut?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "You're going to scream my name and cum all over my face."

Shreya's body was on fire, her hips bucking against his mouth. She could feel the orgasm building, the pressure growing with every lick, every stroke. She was close, so close, and she knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. "Yes, sir," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to cum for you."

Shubham's response was a muffled growl against her pussy, his tongue flicking even faster. "That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me, slut. Show me how much you love it."

Shreya's body responded to his words, her hips moving in rhythm with his tongue. She had never felt so wanted, so desired, and the feeling was intoxicating. "I... I'm going to cum," she warned, her voice shaking with need.

Shubham's only response was to suck harder, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers sliding in and out of her wetness with purposeful strokes. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark command. "Cum for me, you dirty little slut."

And then, she did. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in waves of pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Her body spasmed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she screamed his name, her voice echoing through the empty alley. The rope around her neck grew tighter, cutting off her air, making her cum even harder. She could feel the rope burn into her skin, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the pleasure, the sweet release that washed over her like a warm blanket.

As she came down from her high, gasping for air, she felt something cold and wet push against her asshole. She tensed, realizing it was the screwdriver, now slick with her own juices. "Oh, no," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. But Shubham was relentless, pushing it into her tight hole with a steady pressure that made her moan despite herself.

"That's right," he said, his voice a gruff growl. "Take it, slut. Take it all." His thumb slid into her pussy, his tongue dancing around her clit as he worked the screwdriver deeper into her ass. The pain was intense, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to the fullness, the way she felt completely and utterly owned by him.

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm build. "Fuck, you're tight," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you won't be able to walk straight."

He pushed the screwdriver in deeper, twisting it slightly, and she felt the metal rub against her G-spot, sending her over the edge once more. She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came again and again, her pussy flooding his hand with her juices. "That's it, slut," he groaned, his own desire clear in his voice. "Take it all."

He didn't stop, pulling the screwdriver out and pushing it back in, each stroke making her cum harder than the last. "You're going to take every inch," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "And you're going to love it."

he made her cum four more times with his relentless assault on her body, each stroke of the screwdriver and flick of his tongue bringing her closer to the brink of insanity. The dirty talk only fueled her desire, his words a delicious mix of praise and degradation that made her feel alive. "Fuck, you're such a good little whore," he growled, his breath hot on her skin.

Shreya felt the world spin as she was on the edge of consciousness, the pleasure and pain blending into a haze. Her body was covered in sweat, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "I... I can't... anymore," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

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."