Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 120: Spin wheel Request Part-1

The intense anal session finally ended.

Aisha lay sprawled across the chair like a broken doll, arms limp above her head, legs spread obscenely wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her gaping asshole, dripping onto the seat below. Her body refused to move. Every muscle felt destroyed.

The euphoric high crashed hard. Reality came rushing back, bringing shame, exhaustion, and a deep, burning resentment with it.

This heartless bastard... He really fucked me senseless on camera. And the worst part? I came like a whore from my ass...

She tried to close her trembling legs but couldn’t. Her gaze landed on Rohit, who was standing there with a satisfied smirk, checking on stream chat. His cock was still hard, glistening with their mixed fluids.

Jerk... You showed zero mercy.

Rohit patted her trembling thigh lightly.

"Round one of the Big Dick Challenge complete, sis..." His voice was low and cocky. "Ready for more? We’re killing it tonight."

Aisha could only glare at him weakly, too drained to speak. How the hell are you still so full of energy, you.. fucking bastard?

Rohit noticed her furious, exhausted stare. He turned to the camera with a calm smile.

"Quick five-minute break, guys. Hydrate and get ready... we’re coming back even harder."

He switched the stream to offline without waiting for reactions. The white camera light turned off.

The moment it did, Rohit stepped forward, lifted her in a princess carry, and gently placed her on the bed. A sharp pain shot through his injured arm, but he ignored it . 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"You alright?" he asked, voice surprisingly soft. "Try Moving slowly."

Thanks to the bigger space, Aisha finally managed to shift and sit. She curled up slightly and coughed hard, her throat dry and raw.

Rohit grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and held it to her lips.

She drank greedily, water spilling down her chin and chest. Only after emptying half the bottle did some strength return to her body.

The first thing she did was open her mask and snap at him.

"...You fucking animal," she rasped, voice hoarse. "I felt like I was going to break. Couldn’t you have been a little gentler?"

Rohit’s expression changed. His voice turned colder.

"Now I’m the animal? Cute. Tell me, did you ever stop to think how those girls felt when you and your gang stripped them, forced them to masturbate on camera, and destroyed their lives just to keep control? Spare me your fake tears, hypocrite."

Aisha froze. Her eyes widened.

"You... you’re no different," she whispered bitterly, tears filling her eyes. "I did what I had to do to survive. I never leaked anything. But here you are... using me like a cheap toy with zero respect. Is that all I am to you?"

Her voice cracked. Heavy sobs escaped as she curled into herself.

Rohit sighed deeply. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, perhaps a hint of guilt. He hated seeing her cry, but he couldn’t afford to look weak right now.

He cupped her wet cheeks with both hands and spoke in a low, firm voice.

"Right, I’m not a saint, Aisha. But I’m not your enemy either. We have to finish this. Think about your loan... your future. Victor needs to be punished. Don’t lose it when we’re this close."

Aisha stayed silent, sniffling. His words slowly sank in.

Rohit gently wiped her tears with his thumb.

"If you really want to back out, I’ll support you. But everything we’ve done so far will be for nothing." He paused, then added softly, "Have some faith in me. I’ll take responsibility. For all of it."

Aisha stared into his eyes for a long moment, searching. Her voice came out small and broken.

"...Will you really take responsibility?"

Rohit nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. I will."

He patted her head lightly, a faint smirk returning.

"After all, I always take care of what’s mine."

Aisha stayed quiet, tears still sliding down her cheeks. She didn’t argue anymore.

Rohit passed her the beer can.

"Drink. You’ll need the energy for last round."

***

Warehouse – Outskirts of Delhi

Victor sat hunched forward, pants around his ankles, lazily stroking himself while staring at the black screen.

Come on... Hurry the fuck up.

The stream suddenly went live again.

Hotel Room

Aisha was back in character, sitting on Rohit’s lap wearing only a loose white towel that barely covered her body. Her purple wig and mask were perfectly back in place.

Rohit sat naked behind her, his hard cock pressed firmly between her ass cheeks. He rested his chin on her shoulder casually.

"Thank you for waiting, everyone~" Aisha said sweetly, though her voice was still slightly hoarse.

Rohit smirked at the camera, one hand possessively gripping her waist.

"Sorry for the short break. But we’re back and ready for Tier 3."

Aisha nervously brought up the spinning wheel. Her fingers hovered over the button, clearly reluctant.

Rohit noticed and smoothly took control, leaning forward with a confident grin.

"Since my shy little sister is feeling nervous, I’ll read the Tier 3 requests for you guys."

He displayed the wheel on screen and began listing them one by one, his voice dripping with amusement:

"Break her vaginal seal while she rides me with a full ahegao face...

Rough wall-pinning anal...

Free-use sister while pretending to study...

Bondage student roleplay with hard doggy...

Sleep assault surprise creampie in prone bone...

Passionate missionary with deep kissing"

Rohit chuckled darkly. "Only one will be chosen. Let’s see what fate has in store for my little sister."

He spun the wheel live. The colorful wheel blurred across the screen before slowly coming to a stop.

It landed on:

["Sleep Assault" Surprise Creampie in Prone Bone Position]

Rohit let out a low, dangerous laugh and winked at the camera.

"Looks like we have our winner. Give us one minute to set up, guys. We’ll be right back... don’t go anywhere."

Back in the Warehouse

Victor slammed his fist on the table.

*THUMP*

"Fuck!" he growled, almost knocking his laptop off the table. He barely caught it in time. His face twisted in frustration.

Bondage... I wanted the fucking bondage! Why the hell did it land on this?!

Even if it wasn’t his top choice, the idea of a "sleep assault" creampie on Aisha was still incredibly hot.

Fine... I’ll enjoy this one too.

Back in the Hotel Room

The lights in the room were dimmed. Aisha lay on her stomach on the large bed, pretending to be fast asleep. The towel had been discarded. Her naked body looked peaceful under the thin blanket.

Rohit, completely naked, slowly climbed onto the bed behind her. He positioned himself carefully, his semi hard cock resting against her ass as he leaned over her sleeping form.

He looked straight into the camera with a dark, hungry smirk and whispered:

"Looks like my little sister is sleeping... I guess I’ll have to be careful not to wake her up."

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A/N//: Another coming soon today.