Turning my friend's wife into a whore - Part 2

In this story Nivedita brings in her sister Niharika to be used by Rahul.....

The weeks following that reckless fuck in the bathroom only fueled Rahul's obsession. Nivedita tried to pull away, but Rahul had other plans. He started small—inviting her over under the guise of 'talking things out.' But once she arrived, he pinned her against the wall, his hand around her throat. 'You're mine now, you cheating slut,' he snarled, slapping her face hard enough to leave a red mark. She whimpered, tears stinging her eyes, but her body betrayed her, pussy clenching at the rough treatment.

He forced a line of cocaine onto the coffee table, the white powder gleaming under the lamp. 'Snort it, whore. It'll make you forget that pathetic husband of yours.' Nivedita hesitated, her hands shaking, but Rahul grabbed her hair, yanking her head down. She inhaled sharply, the burn racing through her nostrils, igniting a rush that made her gasp. He poured whiskey into a glass, shoving it to her lips. 'Drink. All of it.' She choked it down, the alcohol burning her throat, mixing with the high to blur her edges.

That night, he whipped her with his belt, the leather cracking across her ass cheeks until they were striped red and raw. She cried out, sobbing as he called her a 'useless cum dumpster,' but he didn't stop until she begged for his cock. He fucked her on the floor, pounding her pussy while she snorted another line off his hand, her body trembling in a haze of pain and pleasure. Alcohol flowed freely—shots between thrusts, her spilling liquor down her chin as he face-fucked her, cum shooting down her throat.

Nivedita became his addicted whore, sneaking away from Arjun for fixes and fucks. Rahul controlled her completely, making her drink his piss from a bowl on all fours, humiliating her as she lapped it up, tears streaming down her face. 'Pathetic. Can't even handle a little golden shower without crying,' he'd mock, caning her thighs until welts rose, her screams muffled by the cocaine haze.

One evening, Rahul decided to expand his domain. 'Bring your little sister to my place tomorrow. Tell her it's a party,' he ordered over the phone, his voice cold. Nivedita's stomach twisted. Niharika was only 16, innocent and wide-eyed, still in high school. 'No, Rahul, please—she's just a kid,' she pleaded, but he laughed. 'Do it, or I'll tell Arjun everything and cut you off. No more coke, no more booze. You'll be nothing without me.' She sobbed into the receiver, knowing she had no choice.

The next night, Nivedita arrived at Rahul's house with Niharika in tow. The younger girl looked nervous, her school uniform hugging her slim frame—short skirt, white blouse, ponytail swinging. 'It's just a small get-together, Ni,' Nivedita lied, her voice unsteady from the whiskey she'd already downed in the car. Rahul greeted them at the door, his eyes raking over Niharika like a predator. 'Come in, ladies. Let's party.'

Inside, the living room was dimly lit, bottles of vodka and rum scattered on the table, alongside mirrors dusted with cocaine. Music thumped low, masking the tension. Rahul poured drinks immediately, handing Niharika a glass of straight vodka mixed with a splash of juice to hide the burn. 'Drink up, kid. It'll loosen you up.' Niharika sipped tentatively, coughing as it hit her throat. Nivedita shot Rahul a desperate look, but he ignored her, pulling out a straw and a fat line of coke.

'Sis, what's that?' Niharika asked, eyes wide. Nivedita's hands trembled as she took the straw from Rahul. 'It's... fun. Makes you feel good. Here, try it.' Under Rahul's glare, she demonstrated, snorting a line herself, her nose twitching. Niharika shook her head, but Rahul stepped closer, towering over her. 'Do it, or your sister's in trouble.' He grabbed Nivedita's arm, twisting it until she yelped. Terrified, Niharika leaned down, inhaling the powder. She jerked back, eyes watering from the sting, but the rush hit fast—euphoria flooding her veins.

'Good girl,' Rahul purred, refilling their glasses. They drank more—Niharika downing shots now, the alcohol warming her belly, making her giggle dizzily. Nivedita watched in horror as her little sister snorted another line, the cocaine making her bold. Rahul wasted no time escalating. He slapped Nivedita across the face, the crack echoing. 'Strip, whore. Show your sister how it's done.' Nivedita's cheeks burned, tears welling as she peeled off her clothes, exposing her bruised body—marks from recent whippings.

Niharika stared, the drugs clouding her judgment. 'Sis... what—' But Rahul cut her off, yanking her blouse open, buttons flying. 'Your turn, bitch.' He forced her skirt up, ripping her panties down. Niharika cried out, trying to push him away, but the coke and booze weakened her resistance. He slapped her face repeatedly, left cheek, right, until she sobbed, mascara running. 'Shut up and take it like your slut sister.'

Nivedita, compelled by fear and addiction, helped hold Niharika down as Rahul caned her bare ass, the thin rod whistling through the air. Whack! Whack! Red lines bloomed on the girl's pale skin. Niharika screamed, writhing, but Nivedita whispered apologies while forcing another shot of rum into her mouth. 'It'll be over soon, Ni. Just... snort this.' She guided the straw to Niharika's nose, the younger girl inhaling desperately to numb the pain.

Rahul bound them both with ropes from his BDSM kit—wrists tied behind backs, ankles spread. He whipped Nivedita's tits with a flogger, the tails biting into her flesh, drawing cries of agony. 'You brought this on her, you junkie whore,' he taunted, then turned to Niharika, lashing her thighs. She howled, piss leaking from her in fear, soaking the floor. Rahul laughed, grabbing her hair. 'Drink it, both of you. Lick up your mess.' He pressed their faces to the puddle, Nivedita gagging on the warm urine, Niharika retching and crying as she lapped it up under his boot on her neck.

The debauchery peaked in a brutal threesome. Rahul snorted a line off Nivedita's ass before shoving his cock into her mouth, face-fucking her while she choked on coke-dusted fingers. Niharika, trembling and high, was forced onto all fours. He whipped her back with the cane between thrusts as he rammed into her tight pussy, tearing her virginity with no mercy. 'Fuck, you're even tighter than your sister,' he grunted, slapping her ass raw. Blood mixed with her juices, but the drugs kept her moaning through the pain.

Nivedita, tears streaming, was made to eat Niharika's pussy while Rahul fucked the girl from behind, his balls slapping against Nivedita's forehead. 'Taste how wet your little sis is for my cock, addict.' He pulled out, forcing Niharika to snort coke off his shaft before plunging back in. Alcohol splashed everywhere—shots poured over their bodies, licked off sweat-slick skin. He pissed on them mid-fuck, the stream hitting Niharika's face as she came unwillingly, body convulsing in humiliated ecstasy.

By morning, Niharika was broken, curled up sobbing, begging for another line to chase the high. Nivedita held her, both crying, but Rahul just smirked. 'Pack your shit, kid. You're moving in. My new personal whore.' Over the next days, he hooked her deeper—endless parties of snorting, drinking, abuse. He'd cane them together, welts crisscrossing their bodies as they pissed in bowls and drank each other's, humiliated tears mixing with the fluids.

Niharika's life shattered; school forgotten, she lived for the next fix, the next whipping that left her bruised and miserable. Rahul controlled them utterly, sisters bound in addiction and pain, their cries echoing through his house as he used them relentlessly.