Forbidden Discoveries – Part 6

In Forbidden Discoveries, Pallavi and Rohini have been best friends since early childhood. They begin to explore their desires as they watched a lesbian porn film together. Their friendship deepens further.

Then Tanvi comes into the picture, making their secret a source of blackmail. Tanvi uses manipulation and control to continually get the two of them into threesomes.

The six subsequent threesomes blended one into another, both emotionally and physically, as power shifted. Each of the six threesomes took place in a different location–some at Tanvi’s house, and some at mine.

I was bound tightly with Tanvi’s dupatta, cutting off any possibility of freedom. I lay there, my muscles aching from the ill-positioned force. Rohini’s nervous breaths echoed my aggravation.

Tanvi’s gruff commands left no wiggle room. “No moving,” she said, and every moment felt like an eternity. I was silent, but every second of silence only added to the searing resentment I felt. This was not pleasure, this was control, and that hurt worse than anything.

“Crawl to me,” Tanvi ordered icily. Rohini’s knees dragged on the floor as her face flushed not with desire, but with disgust. I stood still and silent, a war raging inside me–protest or compliance?

Tanvi’s glare would not let up, sucking every ounce of air out of the room. We shuffled our hands and knees forward on the floor like a dog trained in submission. I willfully obeyed. But my heart and everything else inside me screamed in quiet resistance.

I was so embarrassed for Rohini. I knew she was not only angry. But underneath that anger, she was furious every second I was being humiliated!

While blindfolded, I was robbed of sight and transformed back to the helpless little thing that I was. Rohini’s hand was supposed to be comforting. But every gentle caress I received only deepened my feeling of helplessness under Tanvi’s scornful eyes.

There was nothing bound in their whispers—only commands. What should have been a pleasurable sensation morphed into another torment: losing control. The quietness behind the blindfold became suffocating with frustration. Of wanting to resist, but knowing no way out underneath Tanvi’s authority.

And the slap, it wasn’t a strike of pleasure. It was humiliating. Each slap to my thigh felt like an exclamation about the helplessness that wrapped around me. Rohini cringed beside me; her breaths came in short, angry bursts. Tanvi’s mere eyes carried their gleam of dominance.

But I wasn’t lost in pleasure; we were caged in obedience. The sting didn’t feel like release. It was a sharpening of our frustration, its reminder seeping into our every pore that none of this was our choice.

The cold tiles jolted me awake, not unlike a bad joke. Tanvi pushed my shawl out of the way and forced me to lie on the floor, completely naked. I trembled from the cold, instead of desire. I could feel the warmth of her and Rohini’s presence smothering me.

They were warm, but not comforting. The extreme difference between their heat and the cold made me ache, not out of lust but frustration. I felt completely helpless. Each breath made it worse. Every time we touched, I felt a little more chained.

Then there was the time at my place when Tanvi insisted we switch places. She lay back and was surrounded by Rohini and me, and made us take turns worshipping her body. She said our names in a moan like a spell and made us obedient girls.

Each time was something unfamiliar. Each time, chipped a little more at the fear, the hesitation, and replaced it with thrill, desire, and a strange, long-term loyalty we never mentioned.

We were lost under Tanvi’s relentless domination – our bodies acquiescent and our minds furious yet quiet. Every movement she made, every command she gave, and every “order” she forced upon us intensified the aching helplessness within us.

We weren’t lost in pleasure. We were slaves to her desires, yearning for the release of our bodies and our will. The frustration burned with fire, tightening around our throats and made me realise one thing: we couldn’t endure this forever.

It was time to fight back and take back what was rightfully ours. But after the sixth time, Rohini and I were done being taken advantage of. We were ready to flip the script.

The next day, we were at Tanvi’s home, which, as usual, was empty. I kept the tiny hidden camera detached in my purse. Rohini kept eye contact with me, subtle yet firm. We had planned everything down to the second.

Finally, we waited for Tanvi to settle into her room. She was already relaxed, humming quietly to herself and dressed in the infamous silky shorts and a tank top. Time for me to create the moment.

“Tanvi, come here for just a minute,” I whispered, striding toward her with an impish smile poised on my face. She tilted her head.

“What is it now?” she asked, smiling as she got off the bed.

“I want to feel your lips through the fabric…” I said quietly, stepping close to her and gently pulling my top over her head, trapping her with me in my shirt. I think she was a bit surprised, but she laughed a bit at the experience and settled into the fabric.

I pressed her lips to my nipple through the cotton. Her warm breath arthritic my bare chest with the sensation of tickling chills. I felt her melt into it with satisfaction. She didn’t resist in any way! Rather, she sucked and licked across the surface, even allowed her teeth to graze across my nipple.

My partner in crime, Rohini, was sliding quietly to the corner of the room. I joined Tanvi in giving up a loud enough moan to cover the faint metallic noise.

Standing on the edge of our bed, with remarkable speed and accuracy, Rohini attached the small camera to the curtain rod. She immediately got the angle just right. I kept my arms loosely around Tanvi and gently caressed her head as her mouth played with my breast from below the top.

“I missed this side of you,” she said, pulling me toward the bed.

“I’m just getting started,” I said quietly.

By the time I peeled the cloth off her head, the camera was already positioned. She blinked up at me, pupils dilated, lips humid. From that point on, the night turned to a blur of sweat and soft moans.

Tanvi was the first to pin Rohini down and strip her piece by piece. I kissed along the inside of Rohini’s thighs. She was already wet, trembling beneath us. When Tanvi tucked her fingers inside Rohini, I went up to kiss her, muffling her moan with my lips.

Then Tanvi turned her attention to me, biting into my shoulder and removing my clothes in a fit of urgency. Denying me seems like a game, while she traced my collarbone, down to my breasts, and circling the place she had sucked.

Rohini pressed her body behind mine. Her hand found mine between my legs, teasing and knowing what I needed. We moved together, slow and hungry, taking each other to the edge over and over.

Through it all, the little black camera would blink from the curtain ring, watching it all, recording every gasp, every command, every surrender.

We were not, at that time, simply her toys. We started to take back our power. And Tanvi never even saw it coming.

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