Pit of Misery
Chapter 2
The door creaked open as Sakshi greeted Priya with a warm smile. Priya, dressed in a sunny yellow dress that hugged her petite frame, looked radiant as always. Her hair, dark and silky, cascaded down her back as her dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Sakshi!” Priya beamed, stepping inside. “I swear, I’ve been waiting all week to catch up with you. Work has been insane!”
Sakshi chuckled and stepped aside to let her friend in. “Tell me about it,” she replied, her voice laced with an odd enthusiasm. “It’s been… quite a day here too.”
They settled on the couch, Priya crossing her legs delicately while setting her bag aside. The two friends started chatting, Priya recounting stories of her office drama and a particularly nosy colleague. Sakshi nodded along, her responses distracted but passable, though Allen, lurking silently just out of sight, could see the subtle signs of her transformation. She carried herself differently now—there was a hint of unease, of careless confidence, even as the faint sheen of sweat on her skin betrayed her earlier exertions.
It wasn’t long before Priya leaned slightly closer, her nose crinkling. “Um, Sakshi,” she began, her voice tinged with hesitation. “Do you… smell that? It’s not bad, exactly, but it’s definitely… different. Kind of like…”
Sakshi’s smile widened, something unreadable glinting in her eyes. “Oh, that must be me,” she said casually, lifting her arm slightly as though to emphasize her point.
Priya blinked, confused. “You? But you never—”
Before Priya could finish, Sakshi acted with startling swiftness. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the bottle of perfume, and closed the gap between them. Without a word, she sprayed Priya’s face not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession. The mist hung in the air like a shimmering haze, and Priya’s initial reaction was predictable.
“W-What the hell, Sakshi?” Priya spluttered, coughing violently as she waved a hand in front of her face. “What did you—”
Her words trailed off as her movements slowed. She blinked rapidly, her expression caught between confusion and discomfort, but then something shifted. The spark in her eyes dimmed, her features slackening as though someone had turned down the intensity of her very being. Priya’s body relaxed against the couch, her hands falling limply to her sides.
Sakshi watched intently as her friend’s breathing steadied, her chest rising and falling in a mechanical rhythm. Priya sat utterly still now, her face devoid of expression, her gaze unfocused. The transformation was both subtle and unnerving—a vibrant, animated young woman reduced to a blank canvas in mere moments.
Allen stepped into the room, his presence drawing Sakshi’s attention. She turned to him, a triumphant smile lighting up her face.
“I did as you asked,” Sakshi said, her voice lilting with pride. She gestured toward Priya, who remained motionless, staring ahead as if awaiting instruction.
Allen’s lips curled into a slow smile as his gaze swept over the scene. Sakshi stood beside Priya like a loyal conspirator, and Priya, now pliable and mindless, was ready for whatever came next.
“What do you think, Allen?” Sakshi asked, her tone almost eager.
Allen chuckled softly, stepping closer. “I think,” he began, his voice low and deliberate, “We’re just getting started” as he roughly grabbed Sakshi’s tits with one hand absentmindedly. Sakshi jumped at the feeling but didn’t offer much resistance as she felt her flesh yielding to his touch.
Priya’s arrival had almost ruined Allen’s mood. For a moment, he considered slipping away quietly before things got complicated. He didn’t much care for Priya—sure, he’d seen her in passing, her petite frame and ever-smiling face making her hard to ignore—but she wasn’t the focus of his plans. His frustration simmered, but then, like a flash of lightning, an idea struck.
Allen realized this was an opportunity. He’d seen how just two sprays of the perfume had affected Sakshi, slowly breaking down her resistance and reshaping her attitude. But what if he pushed the limits? What if he used the perfume on someone more extensively? Could it create a deeper transformation? Or would overdoing it mess things up. He needed a guinea pig for this experiment, and Priya had walked right into his hands.
From the shadows of the hallway, Allen had whispered his instructions to Sakshi. His eager assistant, now completely swayed by his influence, had nodded with an unsettling enthusiasm. Her task was simple: keep Priya comfortable and unassuming until the moment was right.
And now, Allen stood before Priya, marveling at the aftermath. Sakshi had executed his plan flawlessly, spraying Priya in the face five times in quick succession. The immediate effects were as expected—coughing, an attempt at a flurry of questions and visible confusion. But as Priya sat back, her body seemed to sag under an invisible weight. Her movements slowed, her voice trailed off, and soon, she became utterly still.
Allen leaned closer, observing her with clinical precision. He bent down and waved a hand in front of her face. There was no response—not even a flicker of recognition. Her eyes, once lively and inquisitive, were now dull and unfocused.
“Smile,” Allen said softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a scalpel.
As if a switch had been flipped, Priya’s lips curved upward into a pristine, polished smile. It was the kind of smile one might reserve for customers or awkward family gatherings—bright, pleasant, and entirely devoid of sincerity.
Allen straightened up, his curiosity growing with each passing second. “Stand up,” he commanded.
Priya rose from the couch, her movements smooth and mechanical. Her expression didn’t change; the smile remained plastered on her face as though it had been painted there.
“Follow me,” Allen said, turning on his heel and walking a slow circle around the room.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Priya trailing behind him, her steps perfectly synchronized to his pace. She moved without hesitation, her arms hanging loosely by her sides, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
Allen stopped abruptly, and Priya halted as well, her posture as rigid as a soldier awaiting further orders. He studied her, a mixture of fascination and elation bubbling within him.
It was undeniable now—multiple sprays of the perfume had transformed Priya into an empty shell, a blank slate that responded only to his words. She was no longer the bright, lively woman who had walked through the door moments ago. She was something else entirely, a mindless drone.
Allen couldn’t help but smile, the possibilities unfurling in his mind like a kid in a candy shop. Priya was now a pawn to be used in his revenge.
Allen’s attention shifted from Priya to Sakshi, curious to see how she was processing this peculiar scene. He caught sight of her subtly lifting her arm, leaning in to take a tentative sniff of her own armpit. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he remembered the last instruction he had left with her.
“Sakshi!” he called out, his tone light but commanding. “Assume the same pose as the one from before Priya rudely interrupted us.”
Sakshi flinched slightly at the suddenness of his voice, her hand quickly dropping to her side as though caught in an embarrassing act. But she complied immediately, swiftly shedding the top she had worn to receive her friend and interlocking her hands behind her head and baring her armpits toward Allen. A bright smile spread across her face, one that now seemed to carry a tinge of eager anticipation. Her eyes flicked to Allen, waiting to see if he would want to take another whiff of her. For reasons she couldn’t quite articulate, she seemed to enjoy that strange attention now.
“Good,” Allen said with a nod of approval, turning his gaze back to Priya. “Come closer and stand over here,” he beckoned, pointing to a spot directly in front of Sakshi.
Priya moved without hesitation, her mechanical steps taking her to the designated spot. She stood there, still smiling, her expression utterly devoid of thought or resistance.
Allen’s grin widened. He stepped behind Priya, placing his hands firmly on either side of her head. Without warning, he pushed her forward, pressing her face directly into Sakshi’s exposed armpit.
Priya remained utterly compliant, her body unmoving except for the subtle motion of her nose brushing against Sakshi’s skin. The contact sent a ripple of laughter through Sakshi, her body jerking slightly as the sensation tickled her.
“W-wait! Allen, this is—” Sakshi began, but her weak protest quickly dissolved into a breathy chuckle. Her body language betrayed her enjoyment, her smile growing wider as she shifted slightly to adjust her posture.
Allen raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Sakshi?”
“N-no!” she said, her tone unconvincing even to herself. She stifled another laugh as Priya’s face pressed closer, her breath warm against her skin.
Allen tilted his head, watching the scene unfold with fascination. “You can admit it. I can see it on your face. You like the attention. You like this feeling.”
Sakshi’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, but she didn’t move to stop Priya or hide her expression. If anything, she seemed to relax further into the pose, her body leaning slightly toward Priya as if inviting the contact.
Allen took a step back, his eyes fixed on Priya as her face pressed into Sakshi’s exposed armpit. Her cheekbone brushed against the soft curve of Sakshi’s skin, her nose crinkling faintly as it rubbed against the faint sheen of sweat that had gathered there.
Sakshi tried her best to maintain composure, her fingers tightening behind her head as she resisted the urge to squirm. Her lips twitched, struggling to keep a neutral expression, but the faint upward curl at the corners betrayed her. Every breath Priya took, every accidental nudge of her chin, sent a tingle rippling through Sakshi’s body.
“Priya,” Allen’s voice broke through the silence, tinged with amusement. “Take a deep breath in. Tell us what you think Sakshi smells like.”
Sakshi’s eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly in protest, but no words came out. Priya obeyed instantly, her chest expanding as she inhaled deeply. The sound of her exaggerated breath was almost comical.
“It smells... like sweat, it’s horrible and dirty” Priya said in a monotone voice, her lips still frozen in that fake smile as she stopped speaking.
Sakshi’s cheeks flushed crimson, her jaw clenching. “Allen! This is—this is too much!” she stammered, her voice wavering.
Allen ignored her, his grin widening. “Come on, Sakshi. Don’t act so horrified. I can see you’re enjoying it,” he teased, his tone light and mocking.
“I am not!” she shot back, though her voice lacked conviction.
“Oh, really? Then why haven’t you pulled away? Why are you still standing there, huh?” Allen quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Sakshi bit her lip, her eyes darting away from Allen’s gaze as she tried to suppress the grin tugging at her mouth. Her body betrayed her, leaning slightly forward as Priya’s nose continued its gentle exploration.
“Alright, Priya,” Allen said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s try that again, but this time, describe the smell as if it’s your favorite thing in the world. Sound happy about it.”
Priya straightened slightly, still pressed against Sakshi’s armpit as she took another deep breath. Her fake smile transformed into a beaming, cheerful grin, and her voice took on a singsong quality. “It smells... warm and musky! Like a cozy, sunlit room on a summer day. So rich and earthy!” she chirped, as if reciting poetry.
Sakshi gasped audibly, her mortified expression contrasting sharply with the warmth creeping up her neck. “Allen, stop this! Please!” she said, though her voice faltered. Her body stayed rigid, but Allen didn’t miss the way her breathing had quickened or how her pupils dilated ever so slightly.
“Oh, don’t act so shy, Sakshi,” Allen said, his tone dripping with mockery. “If Priya likes it so much, maybe you should take it as a compliment. Who knew you’d have such a…memorable scent?”
Sakshi’s lips trembled, her body quaking with a mixture of shame and something else she didn’t want to acknowledge. Allen, of course, could see right through her, the bitch was getting hornier.
Allen stepped back, observing the scene before him with growing amusement. Priya’s face was a mess—her lipstick slightly smudged, faint streaks of sweat shining on her cheeks, and a few strands of her hair clinging to her damp forehead. Her mechanical smile remained, a peculiar contrast to her disheveled appearance.
“Well, Priya,” Allen mused, tilting his head as if appraising a masterpiece, “you’ve been such a good sport so far. But let’s not leave Sakshi out of the fun, shall we?”
He turned his attention to Sakshi, whose face was a volatile mix of anger, embarrassment, and arousal. “Sakshi, I think it’s time we raised the stakes. How about you do some jumping jacks? Say... fifty should do it. Let’s work up a bit of a... fresh sample for Priya here.”
“What?! No way!” Sakshi exclaimed, her voice shaking.
“Oh, come on,” Allen said with a grin as he pulled Priya’s face away from Sakshi by her hair. “You’ve been such a team player so far. Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Priya, would you? She’s been such a great friend to you, and it’s only fair to return the favor.”
Sakshi hesitated, her mouth opening as if to argue, but no words came out. Instead, she reluctantly dropped her arms, took a step back, and began jumping.
Allen watched intently, his gaze darting between the bounce of Sakshi’s body and the slight sheen of sweat beginning to form along her skin. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of her movements, each jump sending a light flush to her cheeks. Sakshi’s breaths grew heavier, and faint beads of sweat began to form along her temples and under her arms.
After the fiftieth jump, Sakshi stopped, her chest heaving as she glared at Allen. “There………Happy……....now?” she said breathlessly.
“Very,” Allen said, his smirk widening. He turned to Priya, who stood motionless, still wearing the ever-present, eerie smile. “Priya, stick out your tongue. Nice and wide.”
Priya obeyed without hesitation, her pink tongue extending fully, glistening in the light.
“Well, Sakshi,” he said with a smirk, “since Priya’s clearly a fan, maybe we should let her explore a bit more. What do you think?”
“Wh- What do yo—” Sakshi stammered.
Allen gestured toward Sakshi as he said, “Go ahead, Priya. Taste Sakshi’s armpit. Really get in there.”
Sakshi gasped, her arms instinctively flying up to shield herself, but Allen’s voice cut through her weak protest. “Sakshi, stop being so selfish. Let Priya enjoy herself. You’ve come this far, haven’t you?”
Her arms fell limply to her sides as if the fight had been drained from her. She looked away, her cheeks aflame.
Priya stepped forward, her expression unchanging, and leaned towards her friend. Since Allen hadn’t asked Sakshi to expose her armpits this time. He was curious to see how Priya would comply. He was not disappointed.
Swiftly closing the gap between them and completely disregarding Sakshi’s shame and embarrassment. Priya grabbed Sakshi’s wrists and raised them above her head before shoving her face right into the damp armpit. A loud gasp left Sakshi’s mouth as she felt the pressure Priya had applied to her hand and yet that’s all she could do to resist.
Her nose brushed against the damp skin first, and then her tongue followed, pressing firmly against the slick surface.
The act was slow and deliberate. Priya’s tongue slid along Sakshi’s skin, leaving a faint trail of saliva that mingled with the sweat already there. The sound was faint but audible—a wet, sticky noise that seemed to echo in the charged silence of the room.
Sakshi shivered, her body tensing. “This is disgusting,” she muttered weakly, as her voice trembled. Her lips quivered as if she were suppressing a moan, and her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
Allen chuckled. “Disgusting? Then why haven’t you pulled away? Why are you letting her continue?”
“I don’t—she’s—” Sakshi stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Exactly,” Allen said smugly.
He turned back to Priya, who pulled away momentarily, her tongue still extended. Her face was expressionless, save for the slight smudge of Sakshi’s sweat on her chin.
“Tell me, Priya,” Allen said. “What does it taste like?”
Priya blinked, her voice monotone. “It tastes salty. Bitter. Unpleasant.”
Sakshi let out a small, horrified squeak, her hands flying up to cover her burning face.
Allen grinned wickedly. “No, no, Priya. That’s not right. What you’re tasting isn’t Sakshi’s armpit. It’s your favorite ice cream from when you were a kid. Think of it... melting, sweet, irresistible. You better finish it quickly before it’s all gone.”
Priya’s eyes seemed to light up faintly, her smile widening into something more natural, almost joyous. Without hesitation, she roughly grabbed both hands this time as she pinned them both above Sakshi’s head. Leaning in, her tongue eagerly lapped at Sakshi’s armpit, even going as far as alternating between both sides. Her movements were fervent now, her head tilting to get every angle, her breath hot against Sakshi’s damp skin.
Sakshi’s body quaked under the attention, her knees threatening to buckle. “Stop... stop this,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. Her head tilted back slightly, her breaths ragged as her body betrayed her once again letting out a big moan as she trembled with pleasure.
Allen leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched the scene unfold. “See, Sakshi? Priya’s just showing her appreciation. You should be flattered.”
Sakshi shot him a weak glare but said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together to stifle whatever sound threatened to escape.
Allen walked behind Priya and grabbed her hair once again, firmly pulling her back. Her lips were smeared with the faint remnants of Sakshi’s sweat, and her eyes carried a hazy, euphoric daze. She seemed reluctant to part from Sakshi’s armpit, her tongue darting out instinctively even as Allen restrained her. “Enough,” he commanded, his tone sharp but laced with amusement. Priya obediently leaned back, tongue still sticking out.
Sakshi let out a shaky breath, lowering her arms just slightly as if savoring even the briefest reprieve.
Allen was beginning to show the bitch her place. But this wasn’t enough, he needed to break her resolve completely. Make her just as disgusting as himself. He smirked at Priya. “Here’s a task for you. Go outside and take the stairs—all the way from the top floor to the bottom. Ten trips. No shortcuts. And don’t interact with anyone you see, no matter what.”
Priya didn’t hesitate. “Okay!” she chirped, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She turned and headed for the door, practically skipping on her way out. The sight left Sakshi dumbfounded.
“What—what was that about?” she stammered, glancing between Allen and the door that Priya had just closed behind her.
But Allen ignored her question. Stepping closer until her body stiffened. His eyes dropped to her exposed tits. Without a word, he reached out and flicked her nipples, the faint sheen of sweat on her tits catching the light as they bounced slightly. Sakshi flinched, a small gasp escaping her lips.
“You’re holding up well,” Allen commented, his voice a mix of mockery and appraisal.
She began to open her mouth, perhaps to protest, but before she could say anything, the cheerful chime of the washing machine interrupted her.
Allen’s smirk deepened. “Perfect timing. Go grab the clothes. Fold them, keep them aside.”
Sakshi clenched her jaw but obeyed. She walked to the laundry area, muttering under her breath. For the first time in what felt like forever, she had a moment alone. Her mind churned with thoughts—how bizarre everything was, how humiliating it was—but there was something else, too. Some strange, almost magnetic pull that made it all feel… not unacceptable. As if her resistance wasn’t just weak but absent.
She returned moments later, the clean clothes folded neatly in her hands, and found Allen lounging in the living room. She placed the clothes down and crossed her arms, glaring at the naked man. “Why did you make Priya do that?” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration.
Allen’s response was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Both of them turned to see Priya stumble back in. She was drenched in sweat, her once-fresh outfit now clinging to her skin. Stains darkened her dress, and her hair was damp, strands sticking to her flushed face. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she panted, leaning against the wall to steady herself.
Allen’s expression shifted into a devilish grin. He turned to Sakshi, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Looks like Priya got you some ice cream too,” he quipped.
Sakshi’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. Priya, tongue still sticking out despite her exhaustion, stood in place, awaiting further instruction. Allen beckoned her to him.
Priya walked in, her steps slow but deliberate, her sweat-soaked dress clinging to her form. Allen leaned back, his smirk widening as he observed her, an image of exhaustion wrapped in mindless compliance. He gestured lazily toward her.
“Well, I guess they say it well, ‘yellow yellow, dirty fellow’, take off your dress you won’t be needing it any more,” he said with amusement.
Priya’s expression didn’t falter, even as her trembling hands reached for the hem of her soaked dress. She peeled it off with a slow, deliberate motion, the fabric clinging to her skin as it gave way, revealing her damp, glistening torso. Sweat trailed down her toned stomach, soaking into the waistband of her panthose which Allen had failed to notice until now. She held the wet dress in her hand, standing in her soaked bra, awaiting further instruction.
Allen’s voice was calm but firm as he turned his gaze to Sakshi. “Stay where you are, Sakshi. Don’t move. Unless you know what’s good for you.”
Sakshi froze, a faint tremor running through her body. Her eyes darted to the sweat-stained cloth in Priya’s hand, dread curling in her stomach. She wanted to protest but found herself rooted in place, as if compelled by some unseen force.
“Priya,” Allen called, his tone low and measured. “Walk up to Sakshi. Show her the smelliest part of your dress.”
Priya walked over to Sakshi, her movements smooth yet unsettling in their mechanical precision. Once she stood mere inches from Sakshi, Priya raised the drenched garment to her friend’s face. The air between them was thick with the pungent smell of exertion, and Sakshi flinched, turning her head to the side.
“Shove it in her face, Priya. It seems Sakshi isn’t thankful for all of your hard work,” Allen said, his voice carrying an edge of command. Priya complied, pressing the dampest part of the dress firmly beneath Sakshi’s nose grabbing the back of her head with her free hand to hold her in place.
The smell hit Sakshi like a wave. Her face twisted in revulsion as she gagged, trying to turn away, but Priya held steady, unmoving. Sakshi squeezed her eyes shut, her breath caught in her throat as she fought the instinct to inhale.
“Smell it, Sakshi,” Allen ordered.
“I… I can’t,” Sakshi stammered, her voice muffled.
“Yes, you can,” Allen pressed, his tone unwavering. “Take a deep breath. Do it now.”
Tears pricked Sakshi’s eyes as her will crumbled. She took in a sharp, shaky inhale, and the acrid, salty scent of Priya’s sweat filled her nostrils, clinging to the back of her throat. She coughed violently.
Allen’s lips curled into a smirk. “Admit it,” he said, leaning forward.
“Admit what?” Sakshi snapped, her voice muffled by Priya’s dress.
“You like it. You like the smell. Say it,” Allen demanded.
“No, I don’t!” Sakshi shot back, but the crack in her voice betrayed her.
“You’re lying to yourself, Sakshi,” Allen said, his tone turning almost playful. “You can feel it, can’t you? That little spark of enjoyment. Just say it.”
After a tense moment of silence, Sakshi finally broke. “Fine!” she shouted, her cheeks burning. “I… I like it. Are you happy now?”
“Very,” Allen said, his grin widening. He gestured to Priya. “Priya, interlock your hands behind your head like Sakshi did earlier.”
Without hesitation, Priya obeyed. Letting go of Sakshi and allowing her dress to drop at her feet. She raised her arms high, her hands clasped behind her head, exposing her glistening armpits. She stood perfectly still, her expression blank but obedient, tongue sticking out, awaiting further instruction.
Sakshi had a moment to face her friend. The bubbly vibrant friend she’d always loved had been turned into this mindless tool for the enjoyment of a man she hated. And she was responsible for it. Why had she obeyed him so willingly earlier?
Allen turned his attention back to Sakshi. “Now, your turn, Sakshi. Step forward. Tell me—what do Priya’s armpits smell like? And while you’re at it, give them a taste.”
Sakshi’s eyes widened in shock, but her body moved forward almost involuntarily. She hesitated for a moment, staring at Priya’s exposed skin, before leaning in. Her breath hitched as the pungent aroma hit her nose—a mix of salty sweat and something oddly sweet. She had no control over herself as she stuck out her tongue, her face hovering near Priya’s armpit, and gave it a tentative lick.
The taste was overwhelming, bitter and salty, yet somehow intoxicating. Sakshi’s lips brushed against Priya’s skin as her tongue darted out again, savoring the strange mix of sensations. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her breathing grew heavier.
Allen leaned back, watching with a satisfied grin. “Well? Describe it, Sakshi. I want every detail.”
Sakshi’s voice was unsteady as she spoke, her words spilling out in a breathless rush. “It’s… it’s salty. Bitter. Warm. Like… like…” She faltered, her mind racing for the right words. “It’s disgusting, but… but I can’t stop.”
Her admission hung in the air, and Allen’s grin deepened. “Good. Now, keep going.”
Just as Sakshi leaned in for another taste, the sound of the door creaking open made them all freeze.
Standing in the doorway was Kavya, her eyes widening as she took in the bizarre scene. “What the hell is going on here?”