Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

#Sara Ali Khan

Sara hadn't seen him before. She didn't know him, who he was, where he came from, what he did. The only sign of his existence was the creepy feeling she would get when he was around. He was a predator, who lived only to hunt.


Sara Ali Khan had been experiencing this strange kind of feeling since quite a few days now. She would feel someone following her, but there was no one when she turned around to check out. A strange kind of shadow always seemed to move along wherever she went, right from her bedroom to her office. She did feel like speaking about this to someone, but there was nothing concrete to talk about, just a warning that her sixth sense gave. She could sense someone watching her every moment. It was him. He had an eye on her right since she began to get those strange feelings. For sometime, she thought she was hallucinating, but it was his glimpses that she sometimes managed to capture through the corner of her eye. And the next moment, there used to be nothing in sight. A strange fear was developing in her mind. She couldn't foresee that her fears were soon going to take the form of reality. She didn't know that she had become the object of his desire. And his desires grew stronger with every passing moment. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.



One night, after work she was returning home in her car. She had a friend on the next seat. The street was rather deserted as the two women were quite late already. Sara suddenly began to get nervous. Christine could already see her sweating and her hands trembling over the steering wheel.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"He is coming near," was all Sara could say with her trembling lips.

Christine looked back to check out if any vehicle was following. There was no one. "Who is coming near?"

A dense fog began to surround them. Objects around them faded into nothingness and visibility dropped due to the fog. Sara stopped the car. She was really apprehensive about something.

"Damn weather!" saying this Christine got out of the car. Sara remained inside the car and had an eerie feeling clouding her mind. And then she saw him! A man appeared through the fog walking towards them, standing tall and confident. Sara felt the same sinister feeling which she had been getting these days, just that this time the feeling was much stronger. She knew it was the same person who had been haunting her. His aura was familiar. She knew this moment was going to come. She froze in fear.



His looks were charming, he had sharp facial features with piercing dark eyes and a body which had a flow of muscles over it. His eyes full of lust and passion were fixed on Sara. He wore a vicious smile on his lips, like the one a predator when he sees that his prey right is in front of his eyes.

Christine was confused seeing all this. He started advancing towards Sara. He placed his hand on the door handle of her car. Christine tried stopping him. He turned his penetrating gaze towards Christine; that was enough to send a chill down her spine. She was a pretty girl too, but he was passionate only about Sara. He knocked Christine out with a single blow of his hand. She fell down unconscious. Sara screamed seeing that. She knew she couldn't escape. He opened the door of her car and dragged her out. She tried to run but she couldn't. As he began advancing towards her, she began to take tiny trembling steps backwards, until he was just a few inches away from her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast as it would tear through her chest. He stood still for sometime at that distance from her perhaps just to check her reaction - surrender or rebellion.



In the next few seconds, she felt a strong impulse to fight, because if she didn't fight now, she was almost certainly not going to get a second chance. He was prepared for that. The moment she tried to pounce upon him, she found herself helplessly gripped in his arms. He held both her hands in his one hand and wrapped the other around her body. She struggled with all her strength, like a wild cat, crying and screaming her lungs out. She was under an extreme state of mind; her only concern being to be free from his grip. But he was too strong for her and in spite of her best resistance; she couldn't move away even fractions of millimetres. His grip felt like steel, but he seemed to be holding her with ease. He seemed to be enjoying her weak struggle. In fact, those violent jerks of her womanly body rub against his muscular body were turning him on. He held on tighter, just to express how badly he wanted her now.

Sara was crying and begging him to let her go, but with his eyes fixed over her and with a smile spread across his lips he just held on tightly, just that, he wasn't trying to drag her anywhere. He just wanted to let her struggle in his arms till all her energies were drained and she would surrender. She tried her best to struggle, scream, cry and beg, but he sincerely had no intentions of letting her go. He was just enjoying her plight. He smiled to himself to see her in such a pitiful condition, when he hadn't even begun to do what he was going to.

Sara finally stopped struggling. She knew there was nothing she could do against him. The only choice she had was to obey him. She sank into his arms exhausted. His smile grew broader to see this. He began to run his fingers softly over her silken hair, and Sara quietly let it happen. She only shut her eyes tighter in defeat, letting a tear drop flow out through the corner of each eye. But her lovely black eyes shot open as he suddenly grabbed a big chunk of her hair, jerking her head backwards. Her hands reflexively reached his hand that was holding her hair. It was hurting her, and he knew it. He loved to see her beautiful face wince in pain, as more tears flowed out of her eyes. He made her bear the pain for some time, before he sealed his lips over her trembling lips. Sara jerked at that, she began trembling with fear again, and he held on to her tighter. She could feel his passion in that kiss, he was kissing her like a wild animal. It was as if he had been hungry for centuries. He wanted her for his pleasure; that was all he knew.



After some time when he was done with kissing her, he suddenly grabbed her neck and maintained firm pressure over both her carotids. A few seconds and she fainted. He let her fall to the ground. Then he knelt to admire the girl lying at his feet. She now looked even more beautiful to his eyes than what he had seen before. She had a beautiful body with lovely womanly curves and a slim waistline. She had those lovely long raven hair, which he already knew, felt like silk. She looked like some angel as she lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful long eyelashes lining her eyelids, as her clear brown skin was glowing in the silvery moonlight. He was enchanted by her beauty, for a moment, he fell in a kind of trance. He could barely contain his excitement, he lifted her up and placed her in his car and drove home.

He carried her gently to his bedroom, where often he had been spending sleepless nights, craving for her and waiting for this very moment. Tonight was the night he was going to satisfy his desires that had been burning in his young heart for a long time. He placed her on his bed and turned to lock the door. They were at a place far away from any human settlement. So she was free to scream as much as she wanted. And he wanted to hear everything she has to say about all that he would be doing to her. As she lay there unconscious on the bed, her raven hair spread across the pillow like some dark cloud. He fastened her hands to the bed, put off the lights and opened a window to let a silken moonlight beam enter and light up the room, then came to lie down next to her, softly moving his hands all over her, feeling the reality of something that was once a dream. He wanted her to see and react to his actions, so he was not going to do anything to her in an unconscious state. He waited patiently till she regained consciousness.



An unconscious Sara was looking very innocent. She was actually much more innocent. He already knew this. He had been observing very closely and he had discovered that she was a very loving woman, sweet, naive and charming, like a little angel. Sara had perhaps never imagined in the worst of her nightmares that something so bad would happen to her. He was feeling kind of guilty in a corner of his heart, but then he really didn't mean to do anything bad to her. He only wanted to fulfill his desires; he'd be craving for her so badly since many days. He had no intention of hurting her, just that he was passionate about her and if that was going to hurt her, then she must bear that much for him, he thought. But he did have a heart and had promised himself that he would handle her with care and be as gentle as possible.