Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Blloooooooddd." Ileana took a step backward, and teetered for a moment, and then pitched sideways. Anushka caught her under the arms.


"What's all the commotion?" Ganesh walked down the hall, wiping grease from his hands onto his overalls. "I just had to replace that damn valve in the basement again. Can you believe it?"


"Help me, Ganesh." Anushka looked up at her husband. "She's fainted."


"What? Her? Again?" But he hurried down the hall and helped his wife lift the woman. "Let's take her to the guest bedroom."


Krishan and Shriya stood in the entrance to the hall, mouths hanging open. "I'll help," Krishan said.


"No." Anushka looked over at her children. "Since Principal mam seems to be here on your account, you be a good host and stay with her until we get Ileana settled." She helped Ganesh carry Ileana up the stairs. "Shriya, I could use your help."


"Right, Mom." Shriya followed them upstairs.


When they'd disappeared to the second floor, Krishan looked over at Sneha. "Well, Mam, can I get you anything to drink?" He turned and led her toward the kitchen.


"No, thank you." Sneha followed the eighteen-year-old student.


"Okay." When she said no, Krishan changed course for the main living room. "What's this about?"


"What is this about?" Sneha followed him into a grand room with a large, dead fireplace. She let him sit on the couch and put her back to the hearth, with her hands on her hips. "What is going on with you, young man? You used to be such a good student. And now, I hear things from Tharun. Crazy things." She raised an eyebrow.


"Oh, no." Krishan watched the fireplace swivel behind her to reveal the darkness of the secret stairs.


"Oh, no is right. He tells me stories about your salacious behavior. Which I wouldn't ever believe, but for all the other odd things. Doctors' appointments, are they?" Sneha felt a slight breeze in her face. Goodness, that old house was drafty.





"Oh, no."


"Is that all you have to ... say?" The breeze picked up. It was now really blowing, almost pushing her back. "What's this?" She turned to look behind her just before her heels lost traction and the black, yawning mouth where the fireplace used to be rushed to meet her. "Oh, no." She realized she was flying through the air. A split-second later, she blacked out.


The wind died down and Krishan watched the hole that had sucked in his principal. "So, that's the trouble you were talking about?" He looked around the room, but got no answer. "I'm supposed to convince her?" Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed the five o'clock hour. "Fine," he grumbled, stood, and followed Sneha into the secret stairway.


~~


"Where am I?" Sneha blinked her eyes open, sat up, and looked around her. She was on a small bed in a tiny, wood-paneled room. Outside, in the gray daylight, snow fell in languid flutters. Krishan sat on a window bench. He had snow on the cuffs of his jeans and on his socks. He also had snow in his blond hair, and on the shoulders of his t-shirt. Sneha could see melting, snowy footprints leading from a solid looking door to Krishan's bench.


"I don't know." Krishan looked over at her with concern. "Are you okay?"


"I ..." Sneha checked herself over. She still had her suit on and it was dry. The only thing missing was her purse. "I'm missing my purse."


"Oh." Krishan nodded slowly. "Well, that's not so bad, considering."


"Considering what?"


"Considering we're in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no roads that I can see, and only that fireplace for heat."


Sneha noticed the roaring fire in a stone hearth for the first time. "What did you do?"


"I didn't do anything." Krishan hunched his shoulders and looked back out the window. When he ventured outside, he hadn't made it very far dressed as he was. But, he had gone far enough to convince himself they were alone, wherever they were.


"You're lying." Sneha looked around the room, raced to the door, and opened it. There were several feet of snow outside. She stepped out into it and slammed the door behind her.


Fifteen minutes later, she reentered the cabin, her teeth chattering, and hugging herself with her arms. She kicked off her useless heels and padded over to the fire. Her suit and tights dropped snow to the rough wood floor below. She held out her hands to warm them up. "What happened to us?" She didn't look over at her teenage student.





"I don't know?" Krishan told the truth, but didn't fill her in on what he did know. "While you were sleeping, I found a package of food in the snow outside the front door." Krishan nodded over to the butcher block counter and cabinets that served as the cabin's kitchen. On the counter was a frozen hunk of meat, carrots, and potatoes. "There's no running water. No electricity. And you saw the outhouse outside."


"We've been kidnapped and dumped here." Sneha looked around the small cabin. It was just one room, with a table and chairs, a small bed, the kitchen area, the fireplace, and the grand window where Krishan sat. "My husband will come looking for me."


Krishan shrugged at her. He didn't think her husband would find them. "I'm hungry. I think we're supposed to cook there." Krishan pointed to the spit, andirons, and frying pan by the hearth. "Do you know how to use those?"


"No." Her stomach grumbled. She frowned down at the crude equipment.


"Okay, well I guess I'll try and figure it out." Krishan moved over to the fireplace.


~~


Principal and student didn't talk much over the next couple days. Sneha sat sullen and withdrawn on the window seat most of the time. Krishan busied himself figuring out how to make the most of his stay in the cabin. He roasted the meat pretty well, and figured out how to use the frying pan over the coals.


Every day, a new package mysteriously arrived outside their door sometime in the night with provisions. He found two toothbrushes and toothpaste in a drawer, along with a hairbrush, so at least they had some basic hygiene essentials. For water, Krishan melted snow in a pitcher. He tried to get Sneha to join him at the table for meals, but she barely ate. When she did talk, it was to wonder how her children and husband were doing without her. And to express her faith that she'd be rescued any minute.





There was no entertainment in the cabin. Just one old book about a boy in love with an older lady. Sneha read it through several times. It was well-written, but how many times can you read the same story?


If it wasn't for his constant work, Krishan would have been very bored. Every night Krishan slept on the window seat, giving Sneha the bed. He'd drift off to sleep dreaming he was back home with his mother. He would often wake in the middle of the night and fap, cumming in his blanket.


Sneha could hear what Krishan did in the middle of the night. She tried her best to ignore it. He was a teenager after all, and barely had control over his body.


Trips out into the snow were no fun in socks, but Krishan dutifully went out every day to collect firewood, bring in the day's package, and, of course, to use the outhouse. Sneha didn't offer to help.


By day , the snow stopped falling. They could see they were on a mountain, atop a long, narrow valley lined with evergreens. It was beautiful, but also forlorn. Krishan knew he needed to somehow convince Sneha to take the deal, but Nayanthara hadn't appeared, and he didn't really know what to do with the recalcitrant woman. They were both getting ripe, so maybe a bath would get things rolling. He went outside with a large bowl from the cabinets and collected snow. He then came back and set up. There was a tiled square to the left of the fireplace that slopped to a small drain. He figured it was for drying wet clothing after coming in from a hunt, or something. It would serve as a bathing space.


"I stink, so I'm gonna take a bath." Krishan looked over at Sneha as she sat looking out the window. "You could probably use a bath, too. Right?" He watched her closely. She hadn't taken off that skirt suit since they got there. "I found some soap in last night's package. And there's a hairbrush in one of those drawers over there. So ..."


"You're crazy if you think I'm going to undress in front of one of my students." Sneha glanced around the room. There was zero privacy.





"I'll wash our clothes, too." Krishan smiled helpfully. He slowly undressed and piled his clothes on the floor.


"If you're going to do that, do it outside." Sneha tried not to look at the skinny eighteen-year-old, but her eyes fell to the large bulge in his underwear. Had the depraved boy stuffed something in there?


"Sorry, no can do. I'll freeze." Krishan pulled off his underwear and let his soft dick flop out. It hung and swayed as he moved about. He stepped onto the tile, took a handful of snow, and began cleaning his pits.


"Oh, my," Sneha whispered. Her student was some kind of freak. His soft dick was longer than her husband's hard one. Her hand went to her mouth and she started as Krishan washed himself off.


When Krishan was about finished, he caught the look in Sneha's pretty, brown eyes. Blood pumped to his dick. Oh well, this was what Nayanthara wanted. Wasn't it? "Toss me my blanket, I'll need to clean that, too."





"What's ... wrong with you?" Sneha didn't move, her left hand still covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes were riveted to his penis as it slowly grew, standing out straighter and straighter from his body. The boy had the penis of a brutish ogre.


"I can't help it." Krishan turned to her and stood by the fire, his clean body still glistening with snow melt, and his thirteen inches of dick pointing proudly toward Sneha. "You gotta know that boys my age get hard all the time. I mean you're a high school principal, right?"


"I'm talking about the size. It's ... not right."


"I'm just bigger than most." Krishan looked down. His dick was chiseled with crisscrossing veins, and the head looked purplish and turgid. It really was magnificent.


"Goodness gracious." Sneha pulled the blanket from under her and tossed it toward Krishan.