Love, Lust, and Confession: Part-7

As days passed, the tension in their household increased. The jealousy that was bubbling between Radhika and Ananya. All those encounters of us had not gone unnoticed by Arya, Ananya’s younger sister. Arya, with her sharp instincts and bratty nature, had always sensed when something was off.

Lately, there was something unspoken between the three of them that intrigued her. Arya confronted her sister one evening. Her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe of Ananya’s room.

“Didi, something’s up with you and mom,” Arya said, “You think I haven’t noticed the weird vibes around here?”

Ananya, taken aback, hesitated for a moment. “It’s nothing, Arya. You’re imagining things.”

But Arya wasn’t one to let things slide. She was persistent, stubborn, and had a natural flair for getting what she wanted. “Don’t lie to me. I know you too well. Either you tell me, or I’ll make you regret hiding it from me.”

At this, Ananya froze. Arya’s temper was something to be determined with. Ananya knew her sister wasn’t one to be convinced. After much pressing, and with Radhika joining the conversation later, both women found themselves in a position they couldn’t escape.

They finally spilt the truth about the complex, triangular relationship that had developed. Arya’s reaction wasn’t what they expected. Instead of the shock or anger they feared, Arya felt something different. Betrayed. Not because of the nature of the relationship itself but because she had been kept in the dark.

“So, this has been going on under my nose, and neither of you thought I deserved to know?” Arya shouted. “Some sisters you are.”

Ananya tried to explain, “It wasn’t something we wanted to involve you in. It just… happened.”

Radhika added, “We didn’t think it was right to…”

But Arya cut them off. “I don’t care what you thought was ‘right.’ I’m family, and you should have told me. We always share everything, don’t we?”

Her bratty and demanding side surfaced. She wasn’t just upset. She wanted to punish them for their secrecy. The more they tried to apologise, the more Arya began to craft a plan to remind them who held the real power in this family.

“You two need to be taught a lesson. It’s enough now,” Arya said angrily. “You can’t hide things from me and expect me just to let it go.”

Both Radhika and Ananya stared at her, stunned. They could sense something warning in Arya’s tone.

Arya’s birthday was coming up. In her usual demanding fashion, she asked for something specific as a gift. It wasn’t something material, though. She wanted one night of total control as payback for being left out of the truth.

“A night of punishment,” Arya declared. “That’s my birthday wish. You three will do exactly as I say, no questions asked.”

Both Radhika and Ananya were immediately afraid. Radhika, as a mother, felt it was completely wrong to involve Arya in such a way. Ananya, already insecure about the jealousy of her mother, couldn’t appreciate Arya’s involvement. They both resisted.

But Arya wasn’t one to back down. As the youngest and the most loved, she had always gotten her way. Her dominant, rough personality clashed with the more passive nature of her mother and sister.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling,” Arya said coldly. “Either you agree, or I’ll make sure this secret goes further than just this house.”

The threat was enough to make both Radhika and Ananya give up. They were caught in Arya’s game now, and they knew there was no escaping her control. As Arya demanded, I had to be involved in her punishment as well. I went to their place. The tension reached its peak on Arya’s birthday evening.

Arya walked in. Her presence was commanding attention. She had a certain charisma that came with being the youngest, the most unpredictable, and now the one who was going to control.

She was excited to teach her mother and sister a lesson for betraying her trust. She was going to make sure it was something they wouldn’t forget.

“You really thought you could hide this from me?” Arya snapped, standing with her arms crossed. “You both disgust me.”

Ananya, already rattled by the guilt of keeping Arya in the dark, tried to plead. “Arya, we never meant to…”

“Shut up, Ani!” Arya’s voice was sharp, cutting through Ananya’s words. “You and mom, you’re going to regret this.”

Radhika stepped forward, trying to take control of the situation. “Arya, we made a mistake. We shouldn’t have hidden it from you, but this punishment is unnecessary. Let’s talk about it.”

Arya let out a mocking laugh, the brat in her fully unleashed. “Talk? No, no, no. You don’t get to decide what happens next. I do. You both owe me, and I’m going to collect tonight.”

Radhika and Ananya sat side by side. Radhika was wearing a light blue kurti along with tight black leggings underneath. Her innerwear consisted of a soft bra and panties. Ananya, dressed casually in a T-shirt and loose pants, wore a simple bra and panties underneath as well.

Arya’s started commanding as she stood before them. “Take off your clothes. Both of you,” she said with a smirk.

Radhika had always thought of Arya with love, but not like this. This was not what she had imagined. She hesitated. Her hands were trembling as she gripped the edge of the bed, unwilling to obey Arya.

Ananya was always a braver girl; she crossed her arms and stared Arya down. “We’re not doing that. This isn’t happening,” Ananya said.

Arya’s lips curled into a smile, but it wasn’t a kind one. “You don’t get to say no,” she said while stepping closer. “You will do as I say, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Radhika’s eyes darted nervously between Arya and Ananya. “Arya, please… I don’t want this…” she requested.

Arya’s expression turned hard. “You don’t get a choice anymore, Mom. Now take. Them. Off.”

When neither of them obeyed, Arya lost her patience. She grabbed the front of Radhika’s kurti, her hands gripping the fabric roughly. “Fine,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’ll do it myself.”

With one violent motion, Arya pulled on the kurti. The fabric ripped apart at the stitching. Radhika gasped. Her eyes widened as the kurti tore open down the middle, exposing her pale pink bra underneath. Arya didn’t stop there. She pulled the ruptured kurti off Radhika’s shoulders.

Radhika was sitting on the bed, clutching her arms around her exposed Bra and waist. Radhika’s breath quickened. This was too much, but before she could speak, Arya moved to her leggings.

With a rough grip, Arya snatched at them. Pulling the tight fabric down over Radhika’s ass and legs, almost tearing them apart.  Radhika tried to push her hands away, but Arya was too strong, pulling the leggings down until they were bunched around her ankles. Radhika’s face flushed with humiliation.

Ananya stood up, furious. “That’s enough, Arya. You can’t do this!” she shouted.

But Arya only smiled wickedly. “Oh, I can,” she said, stepping closer to Ananya. “And I will.”

Ananya took a step back, her fists gripped, but Arya moved fast. She grabbed the front of Ananya’s T-shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric. With one powerful jerk, Arya tore the T-shirt apart, ripping it from the collar down.

The pieces of the shirt hung loosely, revealing Ananya’s black bra. Ananya gasped, trying to cover herself, but Arya pushed her hands away.

“You think you can fight back?” Arya hissed. “Think again.”

With that, she grabbed the waistband of Ananya’s pants. Ananya tried to fight back, pushing at Arya’s arms, but Arya’s strength overpowered her. Arya pulled the pants down, yanking them hard over Ananya’s ass, almost tearing them in the process.

The pants slid down to the floor, leaving Ananya in just her Bra and panties. Arya looked at them both with satisfaction. “Now you’re where you belong,” she said, her voice low and cold. Radhika was sitting on the bed, her body trembling with ripped Kurti hanging loosely on her body.

Her bra and panty were evident from those ripped parts. While Ananya stood nearby, her black Bra and panties visible under the torn clothes. They both looked vulnerable, but neither would give Arya the satisfaction of seeing their defeat.

Arya leaned down, her face close to Radhika’s ear. “You thought this was about love?” she whispered darkly. “You’re mine now. Both of you.”

Radhika’s heart sank. This wasn’t what she wanted at all. Her first demand was aimed directly at Ananya, “Didi, sit down on that chair,” Arya ordered, her voice sharp. “You’ve always loved your hair, haven’t you, Didi? Always flaunting it like you’re better than the rest of us. Well, not after tonight.”

Ananya instinctively reached for her long, silky hair, her heart racing as she realised what Arya intended.

“Arya, please…” Ananya begged. Her voice was shaky, but Arya was unmoved.

“Sit down,” Arya ordered, her tone dripping with authority. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Radhika stepped forward again, trying to intervene. “Arya, don’t!”

But Arya shot her mother a look that stopped her in her tracks. “You’ll get your turn, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ve got something special planned for you.”

Ananya, with no choice left, sat down on the chair in the centre of the room. Arya approached her with a pair of large, gleaming scissors. The sound of the blades clicking together was chilling.

“You’re going to lose that precious hair tonight,” Arya said, grabbing a thick lock of Ananya’s hair. She twists it around her fingers before pulling it taut. “And you’re going to sit there and take it.”

Ananya closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was about to happen. Arya brought the scissors to Ananya’s hair and, with slow, deliberate movements, began cutting. The snip of the blades echoed in the silence, and Ananya cried as the strands of her long hair fell to the floor.

“Don’t cry now, Didi. It’s just hair,” Arya taunted, taking another chunk and cutting it off with a swift motion. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before hiding things from me.”

With each snip, Arya grew bolder and more confident in her dominance. The haircut was rough and uneven, a brutal reminder of the power Arya now held over her sister.

After cutting off a significant portion of Ananya’s hair, Arya tossed the scissors aside. She wasn’t done, not even close.

“Look at you,” Arya laughed at her, running her fingers through what remained of Ananya’s once beautiful hair. “You look pathetic. But this isn’t enough, not yet.”

Arya then turned to Radhika, “Mom, you’ve always been so protective of Didi, haven’t you? Always putting her first. Well, now you’re going to help clean up this mess.”

Radhika became nervous as Arya’s words settled in. She knew her daughter was serious, and there was no way out. Arya had always been headstrong. But this level of domination was new, and it scared her.

“I want you to make him come as many times as you can,” Arya said, pointing at me. “And you’re going to collect it in a bowl.”

Radhika’s eyes widened in shock. “Arya, you just can’t.”

“I can, and I will!” Arya’s voice was like a slap. Her bratty nature transformed into something darker, more ruthless. “You’ll do exactly what I say, or things will get a lot worse for both of you.”

Radhika hesitated for a moment, but Arya’s commanding presence was too overpowering. With a resigned sigh, she moved closer, knowing she had no choice but to obey. Arya, pleased with her control over the situation, watched as Radhika did as she was told.

For long, she gave me blowjob and handjob. After cumming for few times in those hours, the bowl gradually filled as the night dragged on. Arya maintained her bratty demeanour. She had the upper hand now, and she was savouring every second of it.

But her plan was far from over. Once the bowl was filled to her satisfaction, Arya moved toward Ananya. She sat there, her once-prideful hair reduced to a rough, uneven mess. Arya lifted the bowl with a smug smile.

“Do you see this, Didi? This is your punishment, and you’re going to suffer every last drop, but later. I think I’ll make use of this, but later,” Arya said with a sinister smirk.

They were already stripped to their bras and panties, but Arya wasn’t satisfied yet. She wanted total submission, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had it. Arya’s hand shot out, grabbing the clasp of Radhika’s bra from behind.

With one rough move, she snapped the clasp open, the straps falling loose down Radhika’s arms. The bra slid down from boobs, leaving her exposed. Radhika instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, but Arya yanked them away.

“Don’t cover yourself, Mom,” Arya commanded. “You don’t get to hide.”

Radhika stood frozen as Arya moved to her panties. Without any hesitation, Arya gripped the thin fabric of the panty at the sides. She tore them down, ripping them harshly down her legs until they lay discarded on the floor. Radhika stood completely naked, vulnerable.

Ananya, watching in horror, tried to take a step back, but Arya was already upon her. She tore the Bra off Ananya just as violently. Ananya’s panties followed the bra. Arya pulled it down, showing no mercy, leaving Ananya bare as well.

Arya stared at both women, now standing completely naked before her. She reached for something behind her, a small butt plug with that ponytail attached to it. The sight of the makeshift tail sent a wave of dread through Radhika and Ananya. Both realised what was about to come next.

“I think I should make use of this,” Arya said with a smirk, holding up the plug for them to see. Her gaze landed on Radhika. She stood before her daughter, broken, humiliated, and completely submissive. Arya’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction.

“You’re going to wear this, Mom,” Arya said, her was unforgiving. “And you’re going to crawl around like the bitch you are.” Radhika’s mind reeled, barely able to comprehend what was happening. The humiliation was overwhelming, but she had no choice.

Arya’s dominance was absolute. With trembling hands, Radhika bent forward. She may feel the sharp chill of the plug as Arya inserted it into the asshole brutally. That ponytail now hung from Radhika’s asshole like a fancy, twisted tail.

Arya clapped her hands with brutal joyfulness. “Now, walk,” she demanded, “You’re not done until I say you are.”

Radhika, her body completely at Arya’s mercy, dropped to her hands and knees, crawling forward slowly as instructed. The tail swayed mockingly behind her with each movement. Ananya could only watch, her fear and helplessness rendering her silent as she witnessed the disturbing scene unfold.

Arya wasn’t going to stop until she had pushed them both to the brink of humiliation and submission. And so, the night continued with Arya fully in control. Her bratty, dominating nature came to the forefront as she punished her mother and sister for their betrayal.

Radhika kept crawling like bitch all over while Ananya was still crying for her gone tails. Every moment was to humiliate, to break them down, to remind them that Arya was the one who held all the power now. Arya continued her power play, but her eyes now shifted towards me.

Her bratty demeanour softened as she circled, considering me with a critical gaze. Unlike the ruthless control she had over Radhika and Ananya, Arya didn’t harbour the same level of aggression towards me. There was something about her that suggested she found amusement in my involvement rather than anger.

She stepped closer, her lips curling into a slight smirk. “You, though… you’re different. You didn’t betray me like they did. Still,” she paused, “you’re going to help me teach them a lesson.” Her fingers brushed lightly against my body. She traced a line down my body, her touch teasing but firm.

Arya was in complete control, and she knew it. “I’m not angry with you,” she whispered, “but you’ll be part of this punishment too. And don’t worry, I know exactly what to do with you.”

Her eyes flicked back to Radhika and Ananya, who were still reeling from the humiliation. “You two aren’t off the hook yet,” Arya said sharply, her bratty attitude returning full force. “Now, watch closely as I show you who really holds the power.”

Without warning, Arya grabbed Radhika by her ponytail-turned-butt-plug tail and jerked it, pulling her closer. Radhika winced in pain but dared not resist. Arya’s dominance over her mother was absolute. “Get on your knees in front of him,” Arya ordered Radhika with a snap of her fingers.

Radhika complied, her pride completely shattered as she knelt before me, her eyes filled with submission. “You,” Arya said, turning to me with a more teasing tone, “I want you to enjoy this, but remember, it’s part of their punishment.”

Radhika began kissing my whole body. As she began, her actions were dictated by Arya’s twisted sense of justice. As Radhika worked, Arya continued to watch, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction. “Good,” Arya said. “But we’re not done yet.”

Arya then walked over to Ananya, whose hair had been butchered into a short, complete mess, and her body was sticky. “You used to think you were so perfect, didn’t you, Didi?” Arya taunted. “But now, you’re just a broken doll, haha.”

She grabbed Ananya by the wrist and pulled her over to join Radhika. Arya, always the brat, had something darker in store. “Now, both of you together,” she commanded, pointing to me.

Ananya looked up and obeyed. Radhika and Ananya kissed me all over together. Arya leaned in, her voice like silk as she spoke to me.

“See how they’ve fallen? They used to think they were in control, but look at them now.” She smiled, almost sweetly, as the cruelty of the situation gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. “Now, they’ll do anything to please you… because I told them to.”

Arya’s dominance was complete, and she revelled in it. But Arya wasn’t done pushing the boundaries. Arya pulled away from the scene in front of her and moved toward the wall. She had something hidden in her bag. From it, Arya retrieved a set of clamps and leather cuffs, her bratty side still evident.

“I’ve decided you two need to be bound,” Arya said, her tone almost playful now. Arya bound both women’s hands behind their backs, forcing them into even more submissive positions. Arya added a set of clamps to Ananya’s boobs.

The dominance Arya exerted over her mother and sister was relentless. She enjoyed every second of their discomfort. She turned back to me, her eyes locking with mine. “You’re going to help me finish this,” Arya said, her voice filled with command.

She hadn’t been as harsh on me because, deep down, she wasn’t really angry. In fact, there was a sense of complicity between us like she enjoyed having me as a part of her twisted game. “You’ve been good so far,” Arya said, stepping closer to me. “But now I want you to take control for a moment.”

She reached down and guided my hand to Ananya’s hair, the short, uneven strands that remained after Arya’s brutal haircut. “You’re going to pull her hair as hard as you can,” Arya whispered, “and I want you to enjoy it.”

I complied, grabbing Ananya by the hair and pulling her head back, causing her to let out of pain. Arya watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good,” Arya purred. “Now, make her beg for more.”

Ananya, completely at Arya’s mercy, did as she was told, her voice shaking as she whispered, “Please…”

Arya’s grin widened. “Louder, Didi. I want to hear you beg properly.”

Ananya’s voice rose, filled with desperation as she pleaded for release. Arya, fully in control, watched with delight as her sister fell deeper into submission.

The night was nearing its peak. Arya wanted to end it on a note that none of them would forget. She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with a mix of satisfaction and dominance.

“Now,” Arya said, “I want one final act of submission from all of you.”

She took the bowl, the one that had been filled earlier, as part of Radhika’s task. Arya stood over Ananya, her sister trembling beneath her. Slowly, Arya poured my cum from that bowl all over Ananya’s naked body, coating her in a humiliating layer of liquid.

But Arya wasn’t done. She turned to Radhika, her mother now crawling on the floor like a broken animal. Her ponytail in her ass was swinging behind her. “Mom,” Arya said, her voice as sharp as ever, “you’re going to clean her up. And you’re going to use your tongue.”

Radhika, utterly defeated, obeyed, her face filled with humiliation as she began to lick the liquid off Ananya’s body. Cum was semi-dried, thicker till now. Radhika had to put effort into wiping out it completely. She was doing that no less a slave. She submitted her pride and ego completely.

The room was filled with the sound of Radhika’s submission and Arya’s laughter. As the night drew to a close, Arya stood tall, her dominance complete. Radhika and Ananya had been thoroughly broken, their spirits crushed under the weight of Arya’s relentless punishment.

But as she turned to me, Arya’s demeanour softened once again. “You’ve been good,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting mine. “I didn’t punish you because you didn’t deserve it. But now you know what happens when you keep secrets from me.”

With that, Arya’s dominant nature faded slightly, leaving behind a sense of satisfaction. The night had been brutal, but it had also solidified Arya’s position as the one in charge.

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