Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

By the time Prakash goes to fetch Nakul Bhai, it is ten minutes later and the gangster narrows his eyes at him. But he says nothing.


Nakul Bhai grimaces as he climbs the filthy stairs, lined on both sides with betel juice, and looks even more put out when he has to climb through the trap door. 

It takes him a minute to adjust to the darkness, but once he does, his face breaks out into a joyous smile when he finally sees what he has come for.

Swati stands in the middle of the dusty wooden floor, stark naked, her arms tied to opposite sides of the room, a wanton look of pleasure and eroticism on her face. 

There are clamps on her nipples, connected to a chain which then hangs down to her pussy, the lips of which are also similarly clamped. When Nakul Bhai looks carefully, he notices there is a green screen behind her, stretching from floor to ceiling. 

She is beautiful, perfect, her skin creamy white, and there is not a blemish he can see on her. Her nipples are pink, moderately large areolas of a lighter pink, as are her pussy lips, and the inner lips a dusky red. Moisture glistens on her cunt lips, further heightening the eroticism of the scene.

There are accoutrements of sex, all kinds that he can see. He doesn’t know it yet, but that is all Mahender’s doing. So that participants in any scene can pick what they want. This must be some kind of sex heaven, Nakul Bhai thinks, when all you have to do is stretch out your hand and it will be available to you. 

There are whips, clamps, chains, floggers, rope, thick rubber bands, leather belts, paddles, cattle prods and dildos. In fact, one entire wall devoted to dildos, from small ones to motorized ones, to one that looks like it could kill you if they tried to use it on a normal person.

That’s when he becomes aware of a low level buzzing sound and traces it back to the thin stem of the pink dildo stuck in Swati’s pussy.

As he watches her, his mouth agape, her hips go into a frenzy of vibrations, there is fresh wetness on her thighs.

Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens in wide. 

She screams out her orgasm for all to hear.

Nakul Bhai is in lust. 

He has no eyes, but for the whore in the middle of the room. 

He barely notices the woman, Ramona, that accompanied him enter the room, followed by one of the bodyguards. 

The room feels crowded all of a sudden.