Fantasy Actress Roleplays

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Her noise had twitched at a vaguely familiar scent and her mouth had opened preparing to suck the customers cock. Rashi Khanna was stunned when her lips met the wet pussy of woman instead of the hard cock of a man. Rashi Khanna had tried to twist her head away from the woman but the woman's grasp on her head was to strong. Rashi Khanna had slowly surrendered as her tongue penetrated the woman's pussy. Rashi Khanna's head was slammed against the table as the woman began bucking from the licking her cunt was taking. Rashi Khanna had felt her pussy filling with Jacks hot cum even as her mouth was filling with the woman's juices.
 

 
Rashi Khanna had thought the humiliation was over as she swallowed the last of the woman's juices and she was unshackled from the chains. Instead she was bent over the table and as Jacked entered her ass the woman began sucking Rashi Khanna's cum sucked pussy. Each of Jack's lunges forced her cunt tighter against the woman's face allowing the strangers tongue to deeply penetrate Rashi Khanna's pussy. Rashi Khanna's mind begged for release as her hips began to voluntarily match Jacks thrust. Rashi Khanna had heard Jacks grunting as he came for the second time that night.
 
Once more Rashi Khanna had been chained to the table as the two conspirators dressed. She had deduced that the customer had been satisfied from the tidbits of conversation she heard between Jack and the woman as Jack led the woman to the door. She had heard the door close and Jack returned to unchain her from the table.
 

 
"I don't care if you enjoyed tonight or not. Every time I bring a customer you will satisfy them. You will do what they command or I will go to the security officer. Don't ruin things. Now clean up before you leave." Jack had said before leaving the arcade.
 
Rashi Khanna hadn't tried to complain. She knew the confession gave Jack the trump card so she had removed all traces of Jacks and the woman's cum from the table before crying herself to sleep on the couch for the first but not the last time.
 
Until that night with the woman Rashi Khanna had allowed herself to imagine that her and Jack were a couple in a unique relationship that one day would lead to marriage and the fulfillment of her childhood dreams of a loving husband and a home in the suburbs. After that night she knew she was nothing more than a whore and Jack was her pimp.
 
Initially there were weeks between customers with no unusual demands. In between customers Jacked had continued to force her to experiment with increasingly bizarre devices. Over time the customers became more frequent and were now averaging two a week. Sometimes the package contained a mask and sometimes it didn't. Rashi Khanna became depressed and this depression deepened with each customer and each experiment. Eventually she became a mannequin following the actions of intercourse with no emotional attachment.
 

 
Ultimately she had considered suicide but the thought of the damage her death would cause to her family had always kept her from the act. Rashi Khanna knew she needed help. She needed a method of escaping and jail was becoming the preferred option.
 
Recently she had gone to an attorney to determine what her likely imprisonment would be. She hadn't disclosed all that was happening during the interview with the lawyer but she had learned the statue of limitations for her crimes. She had learned that she would soon be free. The statue would end within the next month and she would be liberated from Jacks control.
 
Rashi Khanna slowly awakened from her memories. A smile formed on her lips as the thought of what Jacks reaction would be on the day she left. Maybe she would be the one going to the security officer but for now she needed to tidy the office and not let him know of her intentions.
 
As she began straightening the office Rashi Khanna noticed the center draw of the desk was slightly ajar. Jack must not have closed it tightly and her thighs pounding the front of the desk must have knocked it open Rashi Khanna thought to herself. During the years of servitude to Jack she had never seen inside of his desk and her instincts almost forced her to close the self lock drawer but fortunately for Rashi Khanna self preservation overpowered her instincts and instead of closing it she tugged on the handle.
 
Inside the draw were a key and a remote control. Rashi Khanna's eyes quickly searched the room for what the key might open but spied nothing the key would fit. She picked up the remote and not knowing what to expect stated pressing buttons on the key pad.
 
Rashi Khanna dropped the remote as she spun around and watched the television retract into the ceiling. Behind the set were two doors and a small draw recessed into the wall. Recovering from her surprise she noticed the small keyholes in both the doors and the draw. She turned quickly and removed the key from the desk. She wasn't sure what would be in the hidden cabinet but she knew two things. It must be either valuable or sensitive to be hidden and she had every intention of finding out what was so important.
 
Her hands trembled as Rashi Khanna walked to the cabinet and inserted the key into the draw. She pulled the handle as she twisted the key and gasped as draw slide quietly open revealing the dreaded confession and two thick notebooks. Tears flowed as she mouthed the word freedom. Her mind raced with the possibilities. By destroying the confession she could finally be free of Jack. She could leave  and finally have freedom.
 
Her quivering fingers reached out and seized the paper. Instinctively she began to tear the edges before realizing that Jack would have made copies. Throwing the confession aside Rashi Khanna reached for the notebooks. Opening one she discovered a list of dates, and names followed by a number all of which was written in Jacks handwriting. The last notion was dated last night and read: 73. After several minutes of trying to decipher the numbers Rashi Khanna turned her attention to the second notebook.
 
Inside this book she found a similar list but instead of a name and a number she found a name followed by small amounts. The last entry was 15000. There was no denying what the entry meant. Jack was selling her body. She was a whore and he was her pimp. The only difference between Rashi Khanna and a street walker was the amount of money each slut received. The whore on the street got some of the money. Jack had never given her a dime. Rashi Khanna emitted a sound that only a wounded wild animal could understand and threw the notebook against the mirror hard enough to rattle the wall.
 

 
Obviously she knew what acts she had been forced to do but she had always thought the customers were just another bizarre fantasy of Jacks. She had believed that Jack was at home satisfying himself with the knowledge of what was happening in his office while her cunts and mouth were being filled with customers cum. She had never imagined he was profiting from her cunt. She wondered how much he had earned from her being fucked by these sleaze balls.
 
Rashi Khanna was consumed with the desire to destroy Jack. Images of him pleading for mercy and bleeding as she carved off his manhood raced through her mind as she paced around the office like a lion in a cage. Her eyes caught site of the hidden doors she still had not opened and she walked behind the desk and ripped the key from the draws lock wishing it was Jack heart she was holding instead of the key.
 
The same key slid effortlessly into the doors lock and Rashi Khanna opened them hesitantly. What else was she about to discover? What else had Jack done to her?
 
The opened doors revealed a row of electronic equipment and two rows of CD's labeled from 1 thru 50. Rashi Khanna's eyes surveyed the recording equipment wondering what purpose it served. It wasn't the arcades normal security and surveillance camera recorder. She had changed those tapes numerous times and both the recorder and tape storage was in the utility closet. While she wasn't a video expert Rashi Khanna guessed from the size of the equipment and the number of wires that the machine must be capable of supporting a dozen cameras. Her guess was close. The machine which was one of the surprises installed while the restaurant was being remodeled was supporting ten cameras.
 
"Let' see what Jack's been recording." Rashi Khanna whispered to herself as she removed the disc from the recorder and took the disc labeled 50 from the shelf. She closed the locked the doors and the draw before taking the remote and lowering the TV back to its original position. Then she slid the nights tape into the player and sat on the couch to watch the action.
 
Jack appeared on the screen. He was seated behind his desk writing in the note books Rashi Khanna had retrieved from the hidden cabinet. Rashi Khanna watched as he completed his entry and then turned and placed them in the secret draw. He then walked out of office and the tape went blank until Jack walked back into the office accompanied by the customer. Motion sensitive camera very high tech Rashi Khanna thought. Of course Jack would have bought the latest gadget.
 
"I've been watching you girl tonight." Mr. Jones was saying. "She seems pretty conservative. I'm not sure she is worth or not."
 
"It's not just her. You also have the run of the arcade and the use of any of my toys." Jack said as he walked by the mirror and pressed a button that opened a compartment under the mirror revealing the various costumes and sexual toys Jack purchased. "She will do whatever you say. Tie or chain her to anything in the arcade. Whip or spank her if that is your desire. Be a slave master for the night. "
 
Rashi Khanna watched Mr. Jones piggish eyes as he took money out of his billfold and handed it to Jack. They continued talking until Rashi Khanna appeared at the door. Rashi Khanna stopped the disc at that point. The memory of what had occurred in the office that night was still fresh in her mind. She didn't need to watch it on disc.
 
It was well past 2:00 AM and Rashi Khanna had been up since 7:00AM the previous morning. Even though she should be exhausted she wasn't. She knew that somewhere in that room either on that disc's or in those notebooks was Rashi Khanna's freedom. She walked across the room and replaced tonight's disc with disc #50 and then sat back down on the couch.
 
This disc started the same as the previous with Jack behind his desk completing the notebooks. On the screen someone knocked at the door and Jack walked across the office to answer. Rashi Khanna caught her breath as she recognized the visitor.
 
"Welcome Mayor." Jack said on the TV. "Everything you have requested is being furnished and I'm sure you will be pleased with the results especially the airplane ride."
 
Mayor was from one of the most established political families. He was seventy years old . His wavy white hair and handle bar mustache would be recognized by anybody .He was Jacks visitor and Rashi Khanna's customer that night.
 
Rashi Khanna watched as Mayor removed his billfold and handed Jack what appeared to be a sizeable amount of money. The two men continued to talk about insignificant subjects until suddenly there was a knock at the door.
 
Rashi Khanna was surprised to see Mayor  walk over and press the button below the mirror. Obviously he had been there before. While Jack was opening the door for Rashi Khanna the Mayor was busy selecting handcuffs a dildo and a whip from the available toys.
 
Rashi Khanna watched herself standing in the doorway naked except for the blindfold that covered her eyes. She stared at the screen as the Mayor cuffed her hands behind her back and then grasped her breast from behind and pushed her out the door. The screen went momentarily blank as the surveillance camera had switched from the office to one in the arcaded.
 
Rashi Khanna continued to gaze at the screen as the mayor escorted her to the flying bicycle. Watching the screen Rashi Khanna remembered that night. It was one of her early customers and it was the last night she had been able to have a true organism with a customer.
 
The flying bicycle was a game that had pedals and wheels like a normal bicycle but the pedals were attached to a chain that drove a large yellow propeller located above the game. The faster a person pedaled the higher the bike would rise off the ground. If you stopped pedaling the bike would settle back to the ground. An oversized red timer displayed the total amount of time the bike was airborne.
 

 
Rashi Khanna watched as the mayor strapped her into the bike and commanded her to start pedaling. The mayor had started whipping her until she was pedaling fast enough to keep the bike at its highest point. Then he had walked under the bike and inserted the dildo through a hole that had been cut into the games seat. Once through the seat the dildo penetrated Rashi Khanna's pussy lips.