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End of DisclaimerAn Indian Muslim man and his Muslim Wife's muslim BFF get into a Heated physical fight for dominance in a shared house.
Add commentary between the characters, which should include insults, taunts and jabs at each other in every paragraph that includes the characters interacting with another.
Fight rules
Weapons are not allowed, Characters can only fight using their body.
Characters can sexually humiliate, dominate each other or just fuck the other into submission.
Characters have limited strength and energy, that can't be replenished without a fight ending first.
Location
The characters share a home together in dubai that is owned by the male character.
Audience
All three characters are alone in the house, their is no one else.
Prohibited words
Words Like, dance, contrast, palpable and testament are prohibited from being used in the story.
Characters
Adnan a 22 year old indian Muslim man standing at 170 cm tall, with average muscles. Adnan is the owner of the house and is the husband to Jasmine. Adnan is typically a stoic person who is timid, but when challenged like by Nazia, can easily result to aggression and if necessary violence to get what he wants.
Jasmine a 25 year old indian Muslim woman standing at 150 cm, with 32B breasts and minimal muscles. Jasmine is the wife of Adnan and is generally a submissive woman, who prefers to avoid conflict, but has no issues enjoying drama between others including the drama between her husband and BFF.
Nazia A 22 year old indian Muslim woman standing at 167 cm, with 34B breasts and noticeable muscles. Nazia is the BFF if Jasmine and generally lives with Jasmine and Adnan is their house, and While Nazia has her own life, she is unable to afford to rent, instead she stays with her Jasmine and Adnan at their house, but despite the generosity, she finds Adnan authority in the house distastful, choosing to challenge him with every opportunity she can get. Like Adnan she is timid, but when instigating or provoked will quickly utilize aggression and violence to get what she wants.
Character's Dynamics
Adnan and Nazia are generally equal in physical strength, and Ability with neither able to truly dominate the other without the character First having their energy and strength completely drained from the fight.
Adnan and Nazia both fiercely hate each other, with both characters viewing fucking the other Sexually as a show of dominance rather than affection or desire.
Adnan current preference of Sexually dominating Nazia is through ether making Nazia suck his cock, bending her over a table while he fucks her vagina/pussy, or just plain fucking her while She is pinned down under him.
Nazia current preference of Sexually dominating Adnan is through ether making him suck her vagina/pussy, suck her breasts , using a dildo and fucking his butthole/ass or by just fucking him, while he pinned down under her.
Adnan and Nazia have already engaged in numerous fights, both winning and losing some but using their times of victory to Sexually dominate and humiliate the other for their own satisfaction.
Jasmine is largely a silent observer, choosing to just watch and enjoy the drama between her husband and BFF. Jasmine has reservations about the two fucking each other but choosen to allow it in part because she has no choice and also because she enjoys seeing the two be at each other's throats.
The story
Adnan sat in the living room of his modest Dubai home, scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow. The sun cast a warm glow through the open curtains, illuminating the faint dust particles that danced in the air. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck, hinting at the oppressive heat outside, but he remained unfazed, lost in his own thoughts. The faint scent of Jasmine's cooking wafted from the kitchen, a blend of spices that filled the house with a comforting aroma.
Nazia, Jasmine's BFF, strode in from the hallway, her 34B breasts bouncing with each step. She was a tall and athletic young woman with a sharp gaze that often made Adnan feel uncomfortable. Her eyes met Adnan's, and the tension between them was palpable. They had been living under the same roof for months, but the animosity between them had only grown stronger with each passing day.
"What do you think you're doing?" Adnan snapped without looking up from his phone.
Nazia smirked, leaning against the archway to the kitchen. "Just coming to see if dinner's ready," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Jasmine, standing at the stove, stirred a pot of bubbling biryani and shot a nervous glance between the two. She knew that look in Adnan's eyes—the one that promised a storm was brewing. But she also knew the fire that burned in Nazia's heart—how she reveled in challenging Adnan's authority.
"Dinner will be ready soon," Jasmine said meekly, trying to defuse the situation. She knew all too well how volatile Nazia and Adnan could be around each other. The tension in the room was thick, like a heavy curtain that no one dared to pull aside.
"It would be ready Sooner, if you actually contribute to this house instead of just lazing around," Nazia shot back, her voice echoing with aggression. She stepped into the kitchen, her eyes never leaving Adnan's.
Adnan's hand tightened on his phone, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the heat of her accusation, the weight of her words pressing down on his chest. He knew she had been waiting for this moment—an opportunity to challenge him in front of Jasmine, to assert her dominance. "I work hard for this family," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What have you ever done but leech off us?"
Nazia's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Oh, I contribute in my own way," she said, her eyes flicking down to Jasmine's barely there waist. "But I guess that's not good enough for you, Mr. High and Mighty."
Adnan's eyes narrowed. He didn't need to look at Jasmine to feel the tension rising in the room. He set his phone down on the couch and stood, his muscles tensing. "You want to talk about contributions?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Let's settle this like adults."
Nazia rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from the kitchen counter. "Oh, please," she said, her hands on her hips. "You think you can handle me, Adnan? You couldn't even get me out of the washroom in the morning"
Adnan took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. He knew Nazia was baiting him, but he couldn't ignore the disrespect in her voice. "That's enough," he said firmly. "you want another lesson, you're getting it now." He stepped towards her, his movements deliberate and calculated.
Nazia's smile grew wider as she mirrored his stance, her body ready for a fight. "Bring it on," she taunted. "I've been waiting for you to man up and face me again."
Adnan lunged at her, his fists clenched tight. They collided in the middle of the doorway between the kitchen and living room, their bodies entwined in a fierce embrace. The sound of their grunts and the smack of skin against skin echoed through the house. Jasmine watched from the kitchen, her heart racing as the two wrestled, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Nazia managed to slip out of Adnan's grasp and landed a solid punch on his jaw, causing him to stumble backward. She took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving. "You're weaker than I remember," she spat out.
Adnan's eyes narrowed as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You're just as much a bitch as ever," he retorted, charging towards her again.
Nazia's reflexes were sharp, and she sidestepped him with ease, her legs moving swiftly like a panther. She delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling onto the plush living room rug. She moved in, quickly wrapping her arm around his neck in a headlock, her biceps flexing with the effort. "I'm going to make you submit," she hissed into his ear, her breath hot and minty from the gum she had been chewing.
Adnan's eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe, his hands clawing at her forearm. His thoughts were a blur of anger and panic, as he tried to pry Nazia's arm off his neck. He could feel his strength waning, as Nazia now sat on his back, maintaining her headlock and now pinning him down.
"Looks like you're the one who's going to be begging for mercy," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Adnan's mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament. He tried to buck his hips, to no avail, as Nazia's weight kept him firmly in place. Her grip tightened, and he felt the blood pulsing in his temples. He knew he had lost this round.
With a growl of defeat, Adnan tapped the floor, signaling his submission. Nazia released the headlock, allowing him to gasp for air. She straddled him, her hands planted on his shoulders, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Remember, this is my house too. Don't forget who's really in charge here."
Jasmine, her eyes wide with excitement, stepped closer, her own desire to see the confrontation reach its peak growing. "Is it over?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of hope.
Nazia smirked, still straddling Adnan. "Far from it," she replied, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "This is just the appetizer."
Adnan's face was red with rage and embarrassment as he pushed himself up to his elbows, glaring at Nazia. "Get off me," he grunted.
Nazia's smirk grew as she leaned back slightly, her hands still on his shoulders. "Why? So you can go crawling back to your wife?" she jeered. "Or maybe you want me to show you who's boss again?"
Adnan's eyes narrowed, his humiliation turning to determination. He took a deep breath and grumbled as Nazia enjoyed her victory perched on his back.
"Now for your punishment" Nazia said in a low, sultry tone, her weight shifting as she reached for the waistband of Adnan's trousers.
Adnan's body stiffened, his mind racing with anger and anticipation. He knew what was coming next, and despite his bruised ego, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. "What are you doing?" he snarled, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine," Nazia replied, her voice dripping with smugness. She yanked his pants down to his ankles, leaving him exposed and vulnerable on the floor. She pulled out a dildo from her pocket with a flourish, its purple shaft gleaming in the soft light of the room.
Jasmine's eyes widened as she watched Nazia's actions, a mix of shock and arousal playing on her features. She had never seen such raw dominance between them before, and it sent a thrill down her spine.
"You're going to fuck me with that?" Adnan's voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, his body tensing as Nazia held the dildo against his bare skin.
Nazia chuckled darkly. "Why not?" she said, her grip on his shoulders tightening. "You love to dominate, so let's see how you handle being the one dominated." She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "You're going to love it, I promise."
With a swift movement, she pressed the dildo against Adnan's entrance, and he squirmed, his body resisting the unyielding object. "Relax," she cooed, "it'll be easier if you just give in."
Adnan's eyes squeezed shut as he clenched his teeth. He hated the idea of Nazia taking pleasure in his submission, but the anticipation of what was to come was undeniable. He felt the tip of the dildo push past his tight ring of muscle, and he couldn't hold back a gasp of pain.
Jasmine's breath hitched as she watched, a hand involuntarily moving to her own neckline as she imagined the sensation. Her eyes flickered between the two, her body responding to the raw power play in front of her.
Nazia began to slowly work the dildo in and out of Adnan, his body jolting with each thrust. He grunted, trying to hide the pleasure that was quickly building within him. His cock grew hard despite the humiliation, betraying his body's response to the situation.
"See?" Nazia said, her voice dripping with victory. "You can't help but want it, can you?"
Adnan's face contorted in a mix of anger and pleasure, his body trembling beneath her. He knew she was right. He did want it, but he hated that she knew it. "Get off me," he managed to say through gritted teeth.
Nazia's eyes flashed with excitement as she increased her pace, watching Adnan's struggle. "You're pathetic," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Beg for it."
Adnan's pride was in shambles, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. He felt himself losing control, his hips moving involuntarily to meet the rhythm of the dildo. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice strained.
Nazia leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck. "That's it," she whispered, her voice filled with a cruel satisfaction. "Beg for it like the little bitch you are."
Adnan's fists clenched into the rug, his body betraying his fiery spirit. "Please," he choked out, the word feeling like acid on his tongue. "Fuck me."
Nazia's smirk grew wider, and she obliged, her strokes now deeper and more forceful. Adnan's body began to tremble as the pleasure built, his face a mask of both agony and ecstasy. Jasmine, unable to resist the allure of the scene, moved closer, her eyes transfixed on her husband's submission to her best friend.
The sound of the dildo pumping in and out of Adnan filled the room, punctuated by his grunts and Nazia's cruel whispers. "That's right," she murmured, her voice a sweet venom. "Take it like the whore you are."
Jasmine watched, her hand sliding down to her own sex, her curiosity and arousal growing with every stroke. The power dynamic was undeniable, and she found herself unable to look away.
Nazia's strokes grew more vigorous, her own breath coming in quick pants as she watched Adnan's face contort with each thrust. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a mix of challenge and seduction. "You like being used by me."
Adnan could only grunt in response, his body writhing under Nazia's control. His own hand found its way to his cock, stroking in time with the dildo's movements. The humiliation was almost too much to bear, but the pleasure was undeniable. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his muscles tense and trembling.
Jasmine's hand moved faster, her eyes never leaving the scene before her. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, but she also couldn't deny the excitement it brought her. Her submissive nature craved the power dynamic, and watching her husband submit to her best friend was a thrilling sight to behold.
Nazia's movements grew more erratic as Adnan's moans grew louder, her own pleasure rising in response to his. She leaned back, giving him a view of his own cock, red and hard, as he stroked it with desperation. "You're going to cum for me," she murmured, her voice a dark promise.
Adnan's eyes locked on his own hand, the sight of his humiliation only spurring him on. "No," he gritted out, trying to hold back. But it was too much. With a roar, he came, his seed spurting onto the rug beneath him.
Nazia's own desire grew, watching the powerful man she hated so much lose control at her command. She pulled the dildo out with a wet pop and tossed it aside. "Now," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "it's my turn to enjoy you."
Nazia immediately took off her pants, tossing them aside before grabbing Adnan's arm and flipping him Over to his back. "You're going to clean me up," she ordered, straddling his face. She lowered her glistening sex onto his mouth, the sweet taste of victory mixed with her own arousal.
Adnan didn't Waste time arguing, as he immediately began to lick Nazia's pussy, his tongue tracing her wet folds with a surprising enthusiasm. He knew he was in a position of submission, but the taste of her and the power she had over him was something he couldn't help but find arousing.
Nazia threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as Adnan's tongue danced around her clit. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "Just like that." She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself against his face.
Jasmine's hand stilled, watching the erotic display with wide eyes. The sight of her husband's tongue buried in her best friend's pussy was both shocking and oddly exhilarating. Her own arousal grew as she took in the scene, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next.
Adnan's tongue worked fervently, trying to clean Nazia as she demanded. His nose was buried in her wetness, inhaling her musky scent as he tasted her juices. The humiliation was overwhelming, but he couldn't help but be aroused by the power play. He hated Nazia, but he also craved her dominance.
Nazia's hips moved in time with Adnan's tongue, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked down at him, his eyes watering from the pressure, and she felt a thrill of power. "That's right," she murmured, her voice a sweet taunt. "You know your place."
Jasmine stepped closer, her hand now moving again, her fingers sliding in and out of her own wetness as she watched Adnan's submission. She felt a strange mix of emotions—disgust, arousal, and a hint of jealousy that Nazia was the one in control.
"Keep going," Nazia instructed, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against Adnan's face. "I want to cum all over you."
Adnan's tongue flicked against Nazia's clit, feeling her wetness dribble onto his face as he obeyed her command. His own cock was still hard, a stark reminder of his body's treacherous response to the situation. He hated her, but he also craved the power she had over him, the way she controlled him with such ease.
Nazia's moans grew louder, her thighs tightening around his head as she approached climax. "Oh, yes," she panted, her voice a mix of triumph and lust. "You're so good at this, Adnan."
Jasmine watched, her own breathing becoming shallower as she masturbated, the sight of her husband's submission to her friend a surprising turn-on. She bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away from Nazia's rocking hips and the way Adnan's tongue worked her clit.
Nazia's body stiffened, and with a sharp cry, she climaxed, her juices spilling onto Adnan's face. He didn't flinch, continuing to lick and suck as if starved for the taste of victory. Jasmine's own hand moved faster, her orgasm building as she watched her best friend's dominance over her husband.
As Nazia's tremors subsided, she lifted herself off of Adnan's face, his cheeks and chin shiny with her essence. She smirked down at him, her chest heaving. "Good boy," she said, her voice filled with contempt. "Now, who's the real man in this house?"
Adnan laid there, his face a picture of defeat and arousal, his cock standing at attention despite the humiliation. He didn't answer, his mouth still open and gasping for air.
Nazia leaned down, her breasts swaying just out of reach, and whispered in his ear, "You know it's me, don't you?" She traced a line of her cum from his cheek down to his mouth with her index finger, and he reflexively closed his lips around it, sucking it clean.
Jasmine stepped closer, her hand still working between her legs. "Is it over now?" she asked again, her voice a mix of hope and disappointment. She had never seen such a display of power and lust between the two, and a part of her wished it would never end.
Nazia looked down at Adnan, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Yes," she said, her eyes gleaming with malice. "When is dinner? I'm starving after that little... workout."
Jasmine's cheeks flushed at the implication, and she quickly composed herself. "It's almost ready," she murmured, slipping away to the kitchen. She couldn't help the flutter in her stomach, the thrill of the fight and the aftermath still coursing through her veins. She knew she should be upset, but the sight of her husband's submission to her best friend had stirred something deep within her.
Adnan slowly sat up, wiping the last of Nazia's cum from his mouth with the back of his hand. He shot her a glare filled with both anger and arousal. Despite his defeat, the fire in his eyes was undiminished.
Nazia's smirked as he watched Adnan rise up, but before he could say anything, Nazia made her way back to her room, telling Jasmine. "Call me when dinner is ready," she said over her shoulder, leaving Adnan alone in the living room with his thoughts.
Adnan sat on the floor, trying to regain his composure. His body was still on edge, his cock still hard. He hated the feeling of being dominated by Nazia, but he couldn't deny the excitement it brought him. He took a deep breath and stood up, adjusting his clothing. He knew this was far from over.
Jasmine walks out of the kitchen, smiling softly at Adnan. "You okay?" she asks, her eyes glancing over his disheveled state, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
Adnan scowls, his cheeks still flushed from the recent humiliation. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that," he accuses, his voice tight.
Jasmine's smile widens, and she shrugs delicately. "It was... interesting," she says coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Interesting?" Adnan echoes, incredulous. "You call watching your best friend fuck me with a dildo and then sit on my face 'interesting'?"
Jasmine's smile turns into a full-blown laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, it's not every day I see you two go at it like that," she says, her tone light. She walks over to him, her hips swaying gently, and places a hand on his shoulder. "You know I don't have a say in this, Adnan. But I can't deny that it's... entertaining."
Adnan grumbles as he wraps his arm around Jasmine, bringing her close for a kiss, before being stopped by Jasmine's hand. "Oh No, i may not be able to stop you two fucking each other. But I am not going to smell or taste any of that. You freshen up first, before you try that on me." Jasmine said, her tone firm yet playful.
Adnan rolls his eyes, but the sting of her words is not lost on him. He knows she's right, and the smell of Nazia's cum on his face is a stark reminder of his submission. He heads to the bathroom, the taste of victory still in his mouth. As he washes his face, he can't help but feel a mix of anger and desire. The fight isn't over, and he'll make sure to regain his dominance.
