Misc. Erotica Dark Seduction. By: Indian Princes. (Completed)

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Indian Princes is a well known Erotic Story Writer. She is also famous for her romantic poems and was quite popular in old Xossip Forum. She is still active in different forums after a long gap.......

Planning to re-post some of her stories here for your entertainment.....

"Dark Seduction" is her most popular creation and is a 8 part series......

Hope u all will enjoy this.......

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'Dark Seduction'

(Story of a naive girl Pankhudi...)

By: Indian_Princess

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Index...

Ch.1

An Indian girl is being stalked perhaps with a sexual intent.

Ch.2
Pankhudi's torment intensifies.
Ch.3
Pankhudi gets to know her darkness better.
Ch.4
Just when things get darker, she finds a ray of hope. 
Ch.5
Pankhudi's submission and an unexpected turn of events
Ch.6
This isn't romantic.
Ch.7
Used and Abused.
Ch.8

Knowing him.

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:Pankhudi's heartfelt message to Armaan :

I’m locked in the dark,
In oblivion,
Can't leave, can't get away,
But I had a dream of you,
My heart just knew,
That you will find me one day.

I’m alone, I’m scared,
I’m so afraid,
They hurt me night and day,
But I’ll hold on,
For you to come,
And take me far away.

Each breath I take,
Away from you,
Burns deep inside of me,
I know you feel,
just as much pain,
After what happened to me.

This darkness gnaws,
Away at me,
I fight to keep my sanity,
I’m afraid I would,
No longer be,
The sweet loving girl I used to be.

I’m not as pure,
As I once was,
All I feel is hurt and shame,
But you are always,
In my heart,
And I still love you, all the same.

I’ll hold on, my love,
Forever, and more,
For the day, once more, you’ll be holding me,
Won’t give up on you,
Because I know,
You’ll never give up on me.

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An Indian girl is being stalked perhaps with a sexual intent.......


Pankhudi's peaceful life was rudely disrupted since the dark shadow of a mysterious stalker started hovering over her. He crept into her life insidiously, she never realized until she was too deep into this terror trap. He threatened to destroy everything she was as a person like some slow poison. Incessant fear overshadowed her mind all the time. She was tormented by fear that kept her on the edge, fear that made her notice even the smallest things, like tiny movements in the shadows and slightest of noises; fear that drained her energy, that she couldn't do anything about.

She was never herself since she realized she was being watched all the time. She sat nervously on the couch curled into a ball like a wounded animal as she was talking to her roommate Nisha. Her voice was barely audible as she spoke, "I don't know who he is and what he wants."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Nisha argued.

"I don't know if you can help me, I don't know if anyone can help me." she said as tears of helplessness rolled out of her eyes.

"Did he hurt or threaten you?" Nisha asked.

"No!" Pankhudi cried, "He doesn't do anything. He just stalks me, watches me all the time." She said this as he handed over an envelope to Nisha.

Nisha found various photographs of Pankhudi in the envelope, taken at various places, all taken without her notice.

"This is what he does all the time" Pankhudi said, "Some of these were handed over to me by random people, and some were sent by post to this address, and there are some more he emailed to me."

"It seems he knows a lot about you" Nisha said in a worried tone.

"I think he knows everything about me! First these photographs, then I started getting calls at my office, then on my mobile phone. At first they were just blank calls, later he started speaking. And believe me, our conversations are not sweet." Pankhudi cried.

"Did you ever see him?" Nisha asked.

"No, not yet" Pankhudi sighed, "But I recognize his voice, it is deep and clear as anything. He has called me several times. Each time a different number or a private number."

"This is frightening. I think we should report to the security officer." Nisha suggested.

Pankhudi said nothing. She just closed her eyes tightly took a deep breath and handed over another envelope to Nisha. This envelope contained her pictures, taken from the window of her own apartment. Pankhudi was changing her clothes and perhaps a portion of the curtain was left open. Unlike most of those skinny girls, Pankhudi's weight was on the heavier side, she had a beautiful womanly curvy body. The photographs were taken from such a sensual angle that captured the best of each and every curve of her voluptuous body. An admirer of erotic art would appreciate the artistic angle of photography that captured her lovely cleavage of her curvaceous breasts as she slipped down her top and unhooked her bra. There was another one taken from behind that showed her lovely brown legs as she removed her jeans and managed to get a sneak peek at her ass crack showing though her slightly lowered panty. For someone who admired this wheatish complexioned maiden, she might have well looked like a goddess of sensuality as her beautiful long raven hair hanged down her shoulders flanking her naked breasts, with such a subtle expression of purity adorned on her face. Pankhudi was a doe-eyed beauty. Her face was so expressive, it virtually told her story. Her eyes were sad yet so full of innocence. Whatever was visible of her skin in the photographs, looked like smooth satin that would tempt anyone to want to touch and find out what it really feels like.

But Pankhudi was no admirer of her nude pictures taken without her notice and consent, neither was Nisha. Those pictures sent a chill down Nisha's spine as she realized she too was within the reach of this tormentor. She was upset more than angry.

"How the hell did he manage to click these?" Nisha said nervously as beads of sweat emerged on her forehead, "He could have my pictures too!"

"It is possible" Pankhudi said, "But he is not bothering you, is he? He didn't send you your pictures, did he?"

"Pankh this is serious! We have a man stalking you all the time and lurking around our house and you still think we shouldn't be going to the security officer. Don't you realize he is just as much a threat to me as much he is to you?"

"Please" Pankhudi begged, "I know this is disturbing, but please let it be. I am afraid I am not strong enough to deal with the consequences." She paused for a while and then broke down crying uncontrollably. "I don't know..." she said, "I don't know why he is doing this to me! I don't know what he wants...I've begged him to tell me several times but..."

"What does he say?" Nisha asked out of irrepressible anxiety.

"He says he is getting that he wants" Pankhudi said amongst her tears.

There was silence after that. Nisha hugged Pankhudi as now they both were equally apprehensive.

"As of now" Pankhudi said, "I will stop answering calls from unknown numbers. Let's hope this passes away like a nightmare."

Pankhudi stayed away from her family and she was introvert by nature. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that she had so much to deal with alone. She could barely find time or energy to socialize. Normally a 24 year old beautiful girl like her would have a boyfriend or even be married. But Pankhudi never found the kind of man she was looking for. She wanted a strong and mature man, who would understand and support her but at the same time respect her for being an independent person. And she wasn't interested in casual flings. There were far more important and serious things in her life that she had to handle.

After the tense conversation, both the girls hit the sheets to get some sleep. But Pankhudi could barely sleep. Her body was tired from the day's work but her mind was still so restless. Still she closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. The night grew darker and perhaps it was the cool breeze or the calming silence; for the first time in many nights, she slept. We lose track of time when we sleep, so it was hard for her to tell exactly when, but she heard a creaking noise. Moments later, she felt a hand moving through her beautiful dark hair spread over the pillow like a dark cloud and then brushing across her skin. She could feel from the touch that it was a male hand. Her eyes shot open. She almost froze in fear to see a man sitting next to her bed, she could barely even scream. It was so dark in the room, she couldn't even see him properly, but his presence so close to her made her tremble.

"How are you, cupcake?" He said.

Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice of her stalker. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but fear paralysed her. Tears of helplessness filled her eyes. The man seemed delighted to see a quivering doe lying so helpless before him. There was a devilish smile across his face as he pressed a pillow against her face and began to smother her. Pankhudi could only put up a weak struggle for her life; fear had debilitated her to such extent. With every passing second, she was one step closer to death.

As she was so close to what could be her last breath, she struggled with whatever was left of her strength. And then suddenly, the smothering force was gone, the pillow was gone, the man was gone. She sat up in her bed trembling, all drenched in her own sweat, and breathless. She realized this was only a nightmare.

Pankhudi was an asthmatic. She was having an attack; she fumbled around the room to reach the drawer where she had kept her inhaler. Her fumbling and her wheezing made enough noise to wake her roommate.

"Oh my God, Pankh! Are you alright?" She asked as she hurried to support a breathless Pankhudi.

"Yes" said Pankhudi still gasping, "I just had a bad dream"

Nisha helped her get back to the bed. She was concerned about Pankhudi; after all she was like a sister to her. Nisha was one of Pankhudi's closest friends.

"Please take care of yourself" said Nisha as she hugged Pankhudi and kissed her forehead, "And if there's anything I can do for you, I am always there. You know that, don't you?"

"I do" said Pankhudi, as she was now feeling calm after Nisha comforted her. But she could barely shake off the fear that haunted her all the time.

She slept the night away somehow. Next day the rays of the morning sun came in through her window and awoke as with their kiss. She looked out of the window, a beautiful day welcomed her.

She got ready for her work. As she stepped out on the street, she could see a busy city around her, everyone going about their business. There were so many people around her, she saw some smiling faces, heard some laughter, some people in a hurry, some others quarrelling, the road traffic with continuous honking of horns, children playing, hawkers hawking...there was so much happening around. She took interest in her ordinary surroundings, hoping that it will help calm the storm inside her head.

She didn't really have any close friends at work; she used to keep to herself most of the times. But her colleagues used to like her because she was a sweet girl and never really created any problems. But that had changed due the recent events in her life. She had become a bundle of nerves since she was being stalked. She was running scared of her own shadow, and her rising anxiety was affecting her work life as well. She had been cranky, irritable and had been getting into fights lately.

The day was uneventful. But she'd jump every time her phone rang. She didn't receive any call from any unknown number that day, but her anxiety compelled her to keep checking if she had missed any.

After she was done with her job, she had some time free before her college. She usually would go home after work, but today she didn't feel like. There was a park near her office. She walked in, the beautiful plants, flowers and the laughter of children playing there was soothing her mind. She bought herself a cotton candy, and sat on a bench near a fountain. The wind sprinkled the fountain mist on her. The evening sunlight was spread like a golden robe all around her.

The smell of the cotton candy she was holding brought back beautiful memories of her younger days - how she was a part of a family, with her parents and younger sister; she yearned for those days when everything was so sheltered and protected. Pankhudi hailed form a small town. Her father died of an incurable illness. She was not very fond of her father, but after his death, her family suffered a serious setback as he was the only earning member of their family. There was a loan to repay, and resources were so meagre. Her mother was uneducated; she started working as a housemaid and could barely make both ends meet. Still her mother loved both her daughters and provided them the best she could. But as fate would have it, her mother had an accident that injured her spine and left her paralysed below the waist. Pankhudi now had to take responsibility of her family.

It was the poverty of her family that compelled her to migrate to Mumbai in search of employment to support her family. Pankhudi worked as a receptionist in a construction company and also pursed her education. She was a hardworking girl, the sole bread-winner of her family, but she was insecure and vulnerable as she faced the world alone.

She wished she could have a loving man in her life in whose arms she could rest, a shoulder on which she could cry. But there are always things that we want, but have to live without.

She was lost in her thoughts when suddenly she was startled as she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She looked around, there was no one! Fear griped her mind again. She was sure she felt something, but there was no explanation to it. It pained her to realize how jumpy she had become, to be startled at absolutely nothing in broad daylight.

She somehow gathered herself and left the park. She was pursuing a post graduate diploma in an evening college. That day she attended her classes, but she could barely concentrate in class. Her perennial anxiety wouldn't let her think about anything other than baseless anticipation of harm that might come her way.

She reached home at night. Nisha was already waiting for her. Both the girls were having dinner together. Pankhudi was not even looking at Nisha. She was lost in her own thoughts.

"So" Nisha asked interrupting Pankhudi's thoughts, "How was your day?"

"Good" Pankhudi said as she tried to smile.

Nisha was worried about Pankhudi since she came to know about what she was going through. After dinner, both the girls slipped into their bed. Nisha held Pankhudi in her arms and said fondling her hair, "Don't worry, everything is going to be ok."

"Thanks so much Nisha" Pankhudi said in a sad yet sincere tone, "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Try and sleep Pankh" Nisha said, "I can't bear to see you in this condition."

Pankhudi nodded and turned around to switch off the lights. She noticed the glow on the screen of her mobile phone. She picked it up and her expression changed instantly. Her hand trembled as she held the phone; the message on the screen read - 1 missed call - private number.

She didn't say anything to Nisha. She just put the phone aside. She was firm on her decision.

A few days went by. They were all uneventful, except that she continued to get calls from a private number. She just did not answer them. She was beginning to feel strong now. Nisha was happy that Pankhudi was slowly recovering from whatever was tormenting her.

Her stalker kept calling her without getting a response from her for a few days. And then he suddenly became silent. Normally one would take it as a positive sign, but Pankhudi's sixth sense was telling her otherwise. If he is not calling, perhaps is busy planning a more ominous move. She ironically became more apprehensive because of his inactivity.

Pankhudi was being more alert than usual because she was anticipating a sudden move from her stalker. Sometimes she would freak out seeing her own shadow or reflection in the mirror. And then one day she managed to catch a glimpse of something that could have been him. She was having dinner with Nisha when she saw a silhouette at her window. She screamed seeing it.

"Nisha! He is right there...he is watching us!" she said screaming.

Nisha immediately left the dining table and ran towards the window. But there was no one.

She went to Pankhudi, put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Relax dear, no one is here!"

"But I saw something I am sure!" said Pankhudi still trembling.

"Pankh, it is over now. Just relax!" said Nisha comforting her, "He even stopped calling you. He'll never come back now."

"I don't know Nisha," Pankhudi said, "I am feeling scared."

"Just relax sweetie," Nisha said, "Have dinner and go to sleep. Everything is going to be ok. I've been invited to a party tomorrow. Maybe you should come along. You need some fresh air."

Pankhudi believed Nisha for a while. She tried to convince herself that perhaps Nisha was right. She tried to believe that her life was going to be ok again. Nisha took Pankhudi along to the party. They had a great time there...it was so much relief for Pankhudi after having gone through such stressful times. She was enjoying the few happy moments of her life.

After the party, the girls returned home. Pankhudi reached into her purse to find the key of their apartment. She withdrew her hand with a scream as she felt intense pain. She noticed a sting mark on her hand. She was in tremendous pain, she was feeling dizzy and for a moment thought she was going to faint.

Nisha quickly opened the door with her key and took her in. She made Pankhudi sit down and switched on the lights and looked carefully in her purse to find out where that sting came from. She found a live scorpion in it. She screamed seeing it.

The phone rang. Pankhudi answered it.

"Did you like my little gift, sunshine?" the voice over the phone said.

Pankhudi panicked as she recognized the voice. She shouted on the phone, "Stop it for God sake! Oh...What do you want...why are you doing this to me?"

"You stopped taking my calls sugar, so I had to give you a wakeup call. This was just to remind you. It's not over." the voice said coldly.

Pankhudi was already in so much pain. She started crying. Nisha understood it was him. She violently snatched the phone from her hand and said to him, "Look you son of a bitch, leave Pankh alone! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Stay out of this if you love your life." he said in a voice clear and cold.

"You think this bullshit is going to scare me? You are a loser and coward, and I am pretty sure you don't have the balls to show your face in broad daylight."

"That you shall find out soon." he said in a threatening tone and hung up. Nisha too put the phone aside.

She then picked up that scorpion with a pair of tongs, took it to the balcony and crushed it. She then went to comfort Pankhudi. She took her to a local doctor who gave some medicines to reduce her pain.

Pankhudi had to rest the next day. She had developed fever due to the scorpion sting. The wound was still very painful. Every time she felt the pain, it made her think of him. It made her realize how much of an intricate watch he kept over her.

Nisha too was disturbed because of the recent events. But unlike Pankhudi, Nisha was from a well off family. She was in Mumbai only to pursue her education. She had good financial and social support from her family. She never had to face any hardships in life like Pankhudi. Besides she had learned martial arts in school. She was capable of defending herself; that made her a more confident woman. She really cared for Pankhudi, she understood her, and really wanted to help her. But she still couldn't get why Pankhudi chose to suffer rather than asking for help.

Nisha was however unaware that her interference had angered this mysterious stalker and now he had become a real threat to her as well. One morning as usual she went to college. But there was something unusual waiting for her in her locker. She found an envelope with her name written in bold on it. She opened the envelope and read the note that was place inside it.

It read -

You think you are one hell of a fighter, don't you? Don't play with fire. Stay out of business you don't understand.

With an expression of disgust on her face she tore the note away. In the evening she told Pankhudi about it.

"If he wants you to stay away...please stay away Nisha", Pankhudi said.

"I am not a coward" Nisha argued, "to desert a friend when she is facing a problem."

"It is more complicated than you know Nisha, I am grateful for your support...but please don't get yourself too deep into this" Pankhudi said.

"What do you mean by more complicated?" Nisha asked angrily, "What are you not telling me?"

"I am sorry, I can't tell you." Pankhudi begged with tearful eyes, "Please stay away Nisha and please don't tell anyone...please..."

When Pankhudi began to cry, Nisha didn't ask her much. She hugged her and said, "How can I help you if you keep me in the dark? Still I respect your wish. But if you ever want to tell me something, you know I would listen, right?"

Pankhudi nodded.

After that day there wasn't much conversation between the two. Pankhudi kept to herself most of the time. She struggled with her fear all by herself.

The morbid fear took its toll on every aspect of her life. She was performing poorly at her workplace, she failed in her exams. It was like her world was falling apart.

On one apparently normal day, Pankhudi was seated at the reception table. She received a call from her boss, who summoned her to his cabin on the top floor.

She had to take the elevator. She was a claustrophobic; she was never very fond of elevators. But she had no choice here, coz she couldn't climb all the stairs up to the top floor. She controlled her anxiety somehow and entered the elevator. It stopped at many floors and more and more people kept stepping in. She had to move towards the rear end of the elevator. And then suddenly there was a power cut. The lift stopped and it was all dark.

Pankhudi panicked already. She was afraid of closed spaces and now she was in a dark closed space. Even after a few minutes the elevator wouldn't move. Now people began to lose patience and there was chaos. The dark elevator had become so noisy already as everyone got so impatient. And to her horror, she felt a strong male hand wrap around her face and another hand push her against the wall of the elevator. The man pinned her against the wall, and his other hand pressed hard against her mouth and nose preventing her from screaming or even breathing. She struggled in his grip but her attempts were too feeble. And since there was so much commotion in the lift already, no one could sense her struggle.

"Easy...easy, cupcake." He whispered in her ear.

She freaked out even more when she recognised the voice. She had only heard his voice till now. Now he was actually there in person. Her worst fear had come true. It was too dark, she couldn't see anything, but she did get a good idea about his strength. He started moving his hand over her body getting a good feel of her curves. She was wearing a lovely salwar suit. He roughly pulled her dupatta away. She could do nothing but whimper in his grip as he moved his hand to her front and squeezed her boobs hard. He got a blissful feeling of warmth as he continued squeezing her soft mounds. Then he moved his hand lower, between her legs. She brought then closer instantly to deny him access.

"Open up." he ordered as he sharply pinched her ass as a punishment for rebellion.

Pankhudi was struggling for breath. It was like he held her life in his hands. She obeyed, and he rewarded her by shifting his grip away from her nostrils enough to allow her to breathe. He stroked her thighs with his other hand and then felt her pussy through her salwar. He continued rubbing hard for some time. Then he moved his hand to her firm ass and groped it roughly. She whimpered as she felt him try to insinuate his fingers in her ass crack. He continued feeling her body over and over again. And then he suddenly let go of her.

Pankhudi was too flustered to even react. She couldn't tell who among all the people in the lift the person who just molested her was. She just stood there in the corner, stunned from the unexpected attack.

The power was restored in some time. There were so many men in the elevator; she looked at all of them in horror. Any one of them could be her stalker, but she was in no position to point out to anyone. She hurriedly picked up her dupatta lying on the floor and covered herself. It took a long time for her to recover from this shock. Her fear reached a new level when she realized that she was not safe even in her office.

When she returned home, she didn't tell Nisha about it. She was losing her mind, and everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. She was too disturbed to even want to talk about her ordeal to anyone.

End of Chapter 1.....

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Pankhudi's torment intensifies......

It took a few days for Pankhudi to recover from the shock of what happened in the lift. Nothing happened for the next few days. Her tormentor always allowed her a period of a few days to breathe, before he stormed into her life again.

This time he was taking longer. It had been almost 2 weeks since Pankhudi didn't receive any call from him. She was apprehensive yet she was secretly hoping that something happened to him and that he'd never come back in her life again.

After having lived a peaceful life for an unexpectedly long interval, Pankhudi was becoming nervous again. This was his cruel game. He would always let anticipation build up to such an extent, that the tension itself became a tormenting factor for his prey. Any of his attacks weren't half as bad as the fear of them. That was a fact.

And soon the expected occurred. He met her again. Pankhudi was returning from her college. Suddenly she felt a strong arm grab her from behind. She struggled to free herself but the man holding her was too strong. There was no one around. Perhaps he followed her all the way to find the right opportunity and right place to grab her.

"Miss me, sugar?" he said whispered in her ears. That made her freeze instantly.

In her last encounter she had only felt his presence in absolute dark. That was when she got an idea about his strength. Today she saw that he was not just strong but also very tall, and from whatever was visible of his hand to her, she could tell that he was fair. She was helpless in his grip.

"Uh-uh" he said before she could speak anything, "If you scream, I'll slash your throat." He touched the cold blade of the knife he was holding in his other hand to her cheek. The blade was so cold that it sent a chill down her spine.

Amidst her hopeless struggle, she happened to see a tattoo of a scorpion on his hand. It was dark, yet the black tattoo made a good contrast with his fair skin and was quite conspicuous in the golden yellow street light. It reminded her of the pain she suffered from the scorpion sting that was deliberately inflicted onto her, as a punishment for not taking his calls. Perhaps he could relate himself to a scorpion. He was only tormenting her, causing her pain and anguish, but he never did any real harm to her, yet.

She felt him first kiss and then lick her cheek. She squirmed as she was unable to stop him.

"You are so beautiful, Pankhudi!" he whispered in her ear in a deep sensual voice, "So soft and lovely, true to your name..."

"Please" she begged in a poorly audible voice, "Please let me go, please stop all this. I just want to live my life in peace."

The man chuckled and said, "You still don't understand cupcake....this is not about what 'you' want."

The he slipped the knife into her top from above and slowly cut through the fabric. She was wearing a lovely red top and blue jeans, as she preferred wearing casuals for college. As she saw her top being cut she wanted to struggle franticly, but she was afraid the knife would hurt her. His eyes growled in pleasure as he watched the fabric separate showing her cleavage; he cut further down till her bra was visible.

"No! Please stop it!" she begged.

"Shut up!" he raid rudely, as he slipped the knife under her bra strap. Perhaps the knife was too sharp or the strap too weak, but it snapped instantly.

"NO!" she screamed, "Please don't! How will I go home like this? Please stop!" she begged, now struggling for her dignity.

"The more you speak, the more I'll use my knife." he warned coldly as he slipped the knife under the other bra strap and cut if off too. Pankhudi began to cry out of helplessness. But she didn't dare to speak anymore. She stood quietly sobbing in his hold.

He held her for some time. When he saw that she had stopped resisting and protesting, he smiled and said, "Good girl, you'll learn fast. See you later, sunshine."

Then he pushed her so violently that she fell to the ground. By the time she could get up, he was gone. She never got to see his face.

She was hurt as her tender skin was peeled off as it rubbed against the road. She looked at her torn top; she found herself in an embarrassing situation. Her bra was clearly visible from the midline slit in her top, and with both the straps gone, it was practically useless. She searched desperately to find some safety pins in her purse, she could find only 2 of them, and she had a long journey back home, that too by public transport. She put her top together with whatever pins she had. She was thankful to the dark that saved her dignity to some extent. But even a casual observer could still see a lot through her pathetic attempt to fix the rent in the fabric.

She somehow reached her apartment. She then closed the door behind her and broke down crying uncontrollably. She had been strong all the way long, now she wanted to vent her anguish.

Nisha was already home. When she saw Pankhudi with half torn clothes, skinned palms and elbows, and eyes full of tears, instant rage filled her mind. Pankhudi had to tell her what happened.

"That bastard did this to you?" Nisha growled, "I'd break every bone in his body if I ever saw him."

Pankhudi didn't reply. She didn't seem to be comforted by Nisha.

"Pankh this is enough! We are going to the security officer right now!"

"NO!" Pankhudi shouted, "Not the security officer....we are not going there!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Nisha shouted back, "You are not willing to report because that guy has some of your nude pictures? Does that mean he owns your life? Does that mean he can do whatever he feels like to you and we won't react?"

"It is not just about the pictures!" Pankhudi said, "I have a serious reason for not going to the security officer."

"You've said that before....now you better start talking." Nisha said sternly.

"I can't tell you Nisha, I really can't....going to the security officer will do me more harm than this guy."

"What do you mean?"

"I deserve everything that he is doing to me." Pankhudi said in a soft submissive tone as more tears continued to flow out of her eyes.

"What nonsense!" Nisha shouted. Then her expression softened and she said tenderly, "Pankh, you are my friend, you are like a sister to me, and you don't deserve any of this bullshit!"

"You call me a friend. You care about me, don't you?" Pankhudi asked softly.

"Of course I do! And that is exactly why I want to help you." Nisha replied.

Pankhudi bowed her head and slowly went down on her knees before Nisha.

"Then do me a favour," Pankhudi begged, "Please don't tell about this to anyone"

Nisha felt so awkward to see Pankhudi kneeling before her. She had always loved and respected her. Nisha kneeled too and hugged her and said softly in her ears, "I just wish that you would trust me."

Pankhudi said nothing. She just got up and went to her room.

Nisha was extremely upset; Pankhudi wasn't willing to tell her why she didn't want to go to the security officer. Nisha was afraid that something serious might happen soon, and she won't be able to help Pankhudi. She thought for a long time and decided to approach the security officer herself.

Nisha decided to visit the nearest security officer station after her college. Some of her lectures were canceled so she was free early. She was in two minds already. She was going against the will of her friend whom she was trying to help. She wasn't even sure that her decision was right. She was walking through a lonely street lost in her own thoughts, trying to settle the turmoil going on in her head. When suddenly she felt like she was being followed. It was a hot afternoon and there was no one on that street so she became even more uneasy. She heard footsteps of someone behind her. Then she felt a sharp tap on her shoulder. When she turned around a liquid was splashed right onto her face. She could feel the liquid sting her skin, but the pain in her eyes was excruciating. The attack was so sudden; she couldn't even brace herself for it. She screamed hysterically and could see nothing.

Nisha was screaming in pain when she suddenly felt someone grab her hair. She heard a familiar voice speak spitefully in her ears, "I asked you to stay away, didn't I? Consider this a demonstration and listen to me carefully bitch, if you don't learn to keep that hole in your face shut, next time I splash a liquid at you, it will melt every bit of the flesh on your face."

He left after pushing her to the ground. Nisha was in intense pain for a long time. There was no one around to help her. After a long time, the pain subsided on its own. She reached into her purse to remove the water bottle she carried in it. She splashed water over her face and eyes. She was slowly able to open her eyes. She thanked her stars that her eyesight was intact. She fumbled to find the little mirror she kept in her purse. Her skin was intact too. But her mind was no longer intact. She was severely traumatized by this incident.

She reached her apartment somehow but she couldn't shake off the fear that had gripped her mind.

When Pankhudi returned in the evening, she told her about this awful incident. She was shocked and speechless to hear that. She felt doubly crushed.

"It was some sort of a strong astringent." said Nisha sobbing.

Pankhudi listened in horror imagining what would have happened had it been a corrosive.

"I would have never been able to forgive myself had something happened to you today." said Pankhudi and hugged Nisha tightly, "This is why even I wanted you to stay out of this."

"I was only trying to help you." Nisha said.

"At what cost?" Pankhudi shouted, "It could have been an acid! Don't you understand? This guy is too dangerous. He's giving you a taste. Just a taste. He wants you to know what he's capable of doing to you. And it seems to me that he doesn't really want to hurt you, so don't force him to!"

"But I can't just watch him torture my friend." Nisha argued.

"There is something I should have told you before" Pankhudi said in a sad tone. Then she quietly got up and took out an envelope from a drawer and gave it to Nisha. Nisha quietly opened it. She was shocked to see the pictures inside.

"What is this?" Nisha asked.

"What does it look like?" Pankhudi said.

"It looks like you were removing the gold chain and bracelet from a dead woman." Nisha said.

Pankhudi took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember three months ago when my younger sister Palak was ill? You know that my family is facing financial difficulties. I was desperately in need of money. I tried all my options, but I couldn't raise that much money."

Pankhudi continued, "One night while returning home, I found this woman lying on the side of the road, all bathed in her own blood....there was no one around. I tried to wake her up but she didn't respond. I thought she was dead. I couldn't make out what had happened to her, whether she was stabbed or she met with an accident. I saw that she was wearing a golden chain and bracelet, and I quietly took it off. Just as I was about to walk away, I saw her move, she was groaning and begging for help in a faint voice..."

"So?" Nisha asked nervously, "What did you do?"

"I walked away," Pankhudi said bowing her head in shame, "I walked away and I left her there to die. She was alive, Nisha! And I didn't have the heart to help her because I didn't want to return her gold. She died because of me!"

Pankhudi started sobbing and continue, "Next day I read in the newspaper that security officer found her body and they are suspecting robbery as the intention of murder. I didn't kill her, but these pictures can link me to her murder. I needed money for my sister's medical bills. I was never greedy beyond that, I was just in desperate need...." Pankhudi cried, "Now I am paying for it...that is why all this is happening to me. I left that woman there to die. I could have saved her life, but I didn't."

Pankhudi paused for a while to swallow her guilt and continued, "If he sends these pictures to the security officer, I will be behind bars....then what will happen to my family, Nisha? My mom can't even walk".

"But he could kill you Pankh..." said Nisha in a worried tone.

"If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already" said Pankhudi assertively, "I don't know what he wants to do to me. He isn't even blackmailing me. He doesn't even tell me what he wants. He is just tormenting me, like he just wants to watch me suffer. And don't you realize? I have no choice but to suffer at his hands."

Nisha just kept looking at her, feeling her pain.

"My own deeds have brought this upon me." Pankhudi said with remorse, "I deserve everything that he is doing to me!"

"No you don't!" said Nisha as she hugged Pankhudi tightly, "You are a good person. You don't deserve all this. You are my best friend. I can't watch all this happen to you."

"It's ok Nisha" Pankhudi said, "I care about you just as much as you care about me. And I don't want you to suffer because of me. Please leave this house as soon as possible. Leave me to my fate."

"I will pray for you" said Nisha tearfully, "And I won't tell anyone....I promise."

Pankhudi tried to at least look strong. Nisha managed to arrange for her accommodation at another place far away from Pankhudi. Pankhudi wanted that at least Nisha to be safe and live a peaceful life.

With Nisha gone, Pankhudi returned to living her life on her own, preparing herself to face whatever horrors that were in store for her, all by herself.

With every passing day, it was getting difficult for Pankhudi to carry on all by herself. With every breath she took, she braced herself for another ruthless attack from her stalker. And she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She missed Nisha a lot; her support had made life easier for Pankhudi. Pankhudi held a photo frame in her hand with had pictures of her and Nisha. The smiling faces of two beautiful girls reminded her of her happier days. Everything was alright in her life; she was working, earning, studying, and trying to secure a future for herself and her family. She had dreams; she had a life of her own. All was fine, till two months ago when she first began receiving her pictures and other signs the stalker was giving to make her realize that she was being watched. Perhaps he had been watching her since longer. It was a tragedy how this evil shadow of her stalker drowned her once cheerful and promising life in fear and gloom. Days and nights were now equally dark for her. She moved her fingers gently over the picture as a tear drop fell out of her eyes.

Suddenly her phone rang. She walked nervously towards it, anticipating an unpleasant conversation. She knew she could no longer afford missing his call.

But she calmed down when she saw the name of the caller. It was her mom.

"Hello, mom" she said in a nervous tone.

"Hello dear, how are you? It's been a long time since you visited us." Her mom said.

"Ya, actually mom, I am really busy these days. I am sorry I couldn't come."

"You sound nervous, is everything ok?"

"Ya..ya, I am fine mom. I am really fine. How are you? How is Palak? Everything alright over there?"

"We are fine dear. Pankh, is there something you are not telling me? I am your mother you know; I have a feeling that something is bothering you."

"Nothing mom, its just the stress. Working, studying and all that you know."

"I understand dear, you do so much for us. What would we do without you? I am so proud of you my dear."

"I love you mom."

"I love you too. Do come home if you find time."

Pankhudi then hung up. She loved her family a lot. That little conversation with her mom soothed her tortured mind, at least for some time.

She continued to go about her work and college, constantly being under the shadow of fear. She was trying to be strong, well, what choice did she have?

It was one usual day when she returned home after college. It was late in the night. She put her purse on the couch casually and entered to the bedroom to find her clothes in the closet. As soon as she entered the bedroom, she heard the door being close behind her. She turned around and to her horror, there was a man standing right next to the door blocking her exit. His gaze was piercing, yet his body language was so relaxed as he rested his back against the wall. He stood there with folded hands and was lustfully looking at her from head to toe with a confident smile on his lips.

His presence made her quiver. A man of such charming looks was standing before her. He was the same tall fair man she had encountered before. Today for the first time ever she saw his face. He had very attractive sharp features, with a charismatic personality.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Honestly cupcake, do I need to introduce myself?" he said with a smile. She recognized his voice. Now she knew for sure that it was the man who had been stalking her.

"How did you enter my house?" she said with her voice almost breaking.

He said nothing. He just showed her the key he held in his hand. She recognised the keychain. It was a key which Nisha had when she lived with her. She panicked to see the key in his hand.

"Oh my God! Nisha! What did you do to her?" she shouted at him.

"She is fine!" he said with a smile, "You worry about yourself now pumpkin."

Pankhudi trembled listening to him.

With his eyes fixed on her, he walked towards her. She shuddered with every step he took. She tried to retreat, but her retreat halted as her back touched the wall. He rested his palm on the wall as he leaned towards her and smiled. He touched her cheek lightly with the back of his other hand. She could see the tattoo of a scorpion on his hand that was stroking her cheek. She suddenly recalled the last incident when she had seen that hand with that tattoo. Pankhudi was frozen with fear. He lowered his gazed and fixed it on her full breasts that were rising and falling as she was breathing heavily.

She pushed his hand away. He only smiled at her rebellion. He brought his hand back to her cheek and began to stroke again. She didn't dare to stop him again. He took another step and came close enough to feel her breath. Pankhudi tried to push him away, but her attempts were feeble and he was too strong.

She started crying.

"What do you want?" she said in a barely audible voice that came out of her throat as she was choking as she cried. Her legs couldn't bear her weight anymore. She slowly fell to her knees.

"Please stop this, please..." she said, kneeling submissively before him. His eyes growled in pleasure to watch her surrender.

"Get up, Pankhudi." He ordered in a cold voice.

She struggled with herself to get back up. She didn't dare to disobey him since she knew that he had absolute power over her. His compelling presence made her all the more submissive.

He pressed his body against hers as soon as she was back on her feet. He held her face between his palms and ran his fingers through her hair. He leaned more over her and whispered in her ear, "Right now, I want you to stand right there, and be quiet"

She stood like a statue now, half frozen with fear, and half trying to obey his command. He grinned to watch her obey him without question.

He began to run his hand over her. He started with her hair, then down to her cheek. He then stroked her lips with his thumb, pressed her lower lip firmly against her canine hard enough to draw out blood. Pankhudi squirmed out of pain. He then moved his hand down brushing across her neck to her breasts. He boldly touched her full breasts feeling them through the fabric, and squeezed them alternately. Pankhudi could do nothing other than letting out faint moans of protest. Tears flowed out of her eyes continuously.

"Please....stop" she begged in a faint voice.

He said nothing. He didn't even look at her; he continued playing with her breasts. She couldn't take this violation anymore. She gathered strength and pushed his hand away.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

He looked at her in anger and suddenly slapped her. He then grabbed her hair roughly and said, "Didn't I ask you to shut up and stand straight?"

He then pulled her violently and turned her around and pushed her against the wall. He pressed his body against her while his hand slipped under her top from behind and began to grope her breasts again. Pankhudi was stunned to see this sudden violent change in his behaviour. She didn't try to stop him anymore. She truly surrendered to her fate.

She could now feel his breath on her body. He was standing so close; she could smell his masculine scent.

"Unzip your jeans" he said in a stern voice, "Don't make me say twice."

She did as she was told. Immediately she felt his other hand crawl onto her ass. He began to feel it and then started groping it. She stood like an inanimate object. There was nothing she could do to defend herself. She felt so ashamed. His hands were on her most untouched body parts, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She was just hoping for it to get over soon. But it felt like an eternity because his touch made her skin burn in humiliation. She could only weakly struggle against the wall that she was facing. He suddenly withdrew both his hands and turned her. He had a wicked smile on his lips when he saw her tearful face with such a defenseless expression. She was soaked in her own sweat and tears, and her brown panty was showing through her unzipped jeans. It was such a degrading experience for her.

"Such a sad sad face" he said with a chuckle, "I am moved. I've had a change of heart. Maybe I should leave you alone..."

Pankhudi eyes brightened. She felt she was finally going to be free. She looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"...for now." he continued, "But I will be back...and don't try to stop me. I will enter and leave here as and when I feel like, do you understand?"

Her hopes were shattered. She just stood with her head bowed before him and eyes shut tight. He smirked to watch her beginning to submit. And then he was gone....leaving Pankhudi with a maddening anticipation of when he is going to come for her again.

It took her a while to recover from the disgust of being groped by a man intruding in her very own bedroom. She took of all her clothes and walked up to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She rubbed her body frantically trying to wash off his touch. She was weeping all along.

She calmed down after some time. She was worried how he managed to get the set of keys which Nisha had. She called her up.

The phone was ringing for a long time. Nisha wasn't answering. Pankhudi was worried. The thought that the stalker might have harmed Nisha was too disturbing for her. She kept calling over and over again and finally Nisha answered.

"How are you Nisha? Is everything ok?"

"I am fine. Sorry I didn't answer earlier. The phone was on silent so I didn't notice. I was worried about you Pankh. Are you ok? Is he still bothering you?"

"No..I..I am fine. I just called you up to know if you have an extra set of keys to this house. I actually needed them. It seems I have lost mine."

"That's strange, the other day I checked in my purse, it was supposed to be there, but I don't know how it was gone. Maybe I carelessly put it somewhere, I don't remember."

"Oh, is it? Never mind. Maybe even I left it somewhere in the house itself, I just need to look harder. Don't worry, I'll manage. You take care."

"Pankh...is everything ok? Is anything the matter?"

"Everything is fine Nisha. I am ok. I'll call you later alright?"

"Ok, take care."

Pankhudi disconnected the call. She was relieved to know that Nisha was fine. But she didn't know what her own future had in store for her. Before she went to sleep, every night she began to kneel to pray to God to help her come out of this nightmare.

She was a brave woman. She carried on with her life in spite of all that she was going through. Her stalker had stopped calling her after he last visited her. There had been a disturbing calm in her life that used to keep her anticipating what was keeping him so busy; what other tortures were being scheduled.

She knew it wasn't over. She knew he was going to come back. But it had been more than two weeks he didn't make his presence felt. Pankhudi's anticipation was building so much tension in her mind that she could barely sleep. She would awaken in several nights by terrible nightmares – each and every nightmare was about him tormenting her physically. She had to take anti-anxiety medication to calm her nerves enough to get some sleep.

Then one night her nightmare came true. She was awoken by his touch as he moved his hand gently across her body. Her eyes shot open as she realized he was right there, sitting next to her bed. She sat up instantly in her bed and stared at him in fear.

"Shhh...easy, easy child" he said as he took out a knife. Its blade gleamed in the moonlight that was coming in through her window.

He then got up and rested his knee on her bed and bent down to kiss her forehead with the knife still in his hand, caressing her hair with the other hand.

"You were waiting for me, weren't you?" he said with a devilish smile.

"Please don't hurt me!" Pankhudi begged as she tried to drag herself away from him.

"Relax kitten!" he replied coldly, "I am interested in doing a lot other than just hurting you."

He grabbed her by her shoulders and made her lie down. Then he slowly crawled on top of her. She could feel his weight pin her to the bed; she could barely move. She weakly protested by trying to push him away with her flimsy arms. He moved her arms aside easily and touched the blade of the knife to her cheek. She was sweating and breathing heavily out of fear. He could feel her tremble under him. Her plight was a delight to his eyes.

He grabbed her hair firmly so she couldn't move her head. The he put his lips on her soft lovely lips, and his tongue reached into her mouth trying to meet hers. This was the first this Pankhudi was feeling a man's kiss, but this was so different from how she had imagined her first kiss would be. She had contemplated it to be a sensuous moment where a man who loved her would hold her in his arms lovingly and kiss her gently, and not a cruel psychopathic stalker holding a knife in his hand and forcing himself on her. She continued her weak struggle but overwhelming despair was adding to her weakness. Pankhudi was trapped in a vulnerable situation. The fact the she couldn't even move on her own will was a bold sign of her helplessness. She was beginning to surrender. Now she was losing control even over her body. She could feel her soul drown in lust as she had actually begun to respond to his touches and kiss.

It would have been a wonderful feeling if she was in the right situation. But here she was struggling against herself. Her mind kept telling her she was not supposed to like it. But her body betrayed.

He kissed her lips long enough for her arouse her lust. And when she began to respond, he cruelly withdrew, and she moaned in disappointment. But he didn't leave her alone either. He advanced below her lips and gave her some deep wild kisses on her neck. She arched her neck in response, allowing him even better access. She had no clue why she was enjoying this.

She felt the knife slip in between her skin and her clothes and then sharply cut the fabric. She then felt his hand touch her skin through the torn cloth.

"Don't you wear a bra when you sleep? That's wonderful!" he said as he touched her bare breasts. This was the first time she felt his hand on her bare breast. Last time he groped her, her bra clinging to her skin had prevented skin-to-skin contact. Her virgin nipples were extremely sensitive. She moaned uncontrollably as he gently brushed past them. She was blissfully drenched in her lust. Her eyes were shut tight as she arched her back and neck. Her dishevelled hair spread all over the bed and a trembling sweat covered body that moved sensually in response to his touches looked so beautiful to his eyes. She looked like a long starved maiden melting in bliss.

He took pleasure in watching her responding like that. He knew that she was already broken to a great extent. All he needed to do now is to deliver one final finishing blow. He licked her nipples to arouse her some more. And then suddenly, he bit her left breast hard enough to leave a mark. The sudden sensation of pain amidst her pleasure rudely awoke her from her lustful trance.

"Stop it! Stop it...please!" she shouted coming back to her senses.

"Really?" he said with a grin, "Do you really want me to stop?"

"Yes. Stop it..please and just leave me alone! Please don't bang me!"

He chuckled when he heard that. Then he pushed his hand inside her panties right between her legs and felt her pussy lips with his finger. This sudden move left her shocked. He stroked her pussy lips a few times, and slid his fingers between them. Her clitoris was already engorged and sensitive. She moaned helplessly. He withdrew his hand and showed her how his fingers had a glistening coat of her lust.

"You call this bang?" he said taunting her.

Pankhudi had no answer. She closed her eyes in shame.

He said as he rubbed his wet fingers on her exposed breasts, "Sweet dreams, cupcake."

And then he got off her and left. Pankhudi pulled the sheet to cover herself. She began to cry. She was shattered within to realize that she no longer had any control over her life, her body or even her soul.

End of Ch. 2 ...

[Blue Bull]

Pankhudi gets to know her darkness better.....

Pankhudi cried the whole night lying on her bed in those torn clothes. Last time he entered her house, she was dismayed and angry; she tried to wash off his touch in the shower. Now how could she wash off her own lust? It was indeed traumatic for her to realize that she was broken to such an extent that she had surrendered before him. She had been responding to his touches and kisses, she couldn't shake off that guilt and disgust she felt for herself.

She felt she needed help now; she had so many questions and finding an answer to each of them had become important for her. Earlier she used to share her problems with Nisha. She knew that Nisha would be still willing to listen, but she didn't want to drag her into this mess again.

She thought for a long time, trying to think of a way to help herself, trying to find answers. She made up her mind to see a psychiatrist. It was difficult for her to afford a psychiatrist in a city like Mumbai considering the high fees they charge, but she was in dire need. If she didn't help herself now, she might soon go insane.

On the scheduled day and time, she reached the clinic. She was called in.

The psychiatrist asked her to take a seat. The doctor was a lady with a pleasant personality, and her gentle and soothing way of speaking Pankhudi more comfortable.

"I have been facing a problem recently." Pankhudi said nervously.

"I understand, tell me about it." The doctor said.

"I get these dreams that I am being stalked by a man. He keeps tormenting me, molests me, and touches me as and when he pleases despite my resistance. I get these dreams repeatedly and I find them very disturbing."

"Did you see the face of the man in your dream?" the doctor asked, "Is he someone you know?"

"No" Pankhudi replied, "He is a total stranger. I have never seen him before in my life."

"If a dream appears repeatedly it could be a manifestation of some stressor in your life. Are you going through something particularly stressful?"

"I don't know, I can't think of anything in particular. It's just that this dream...over and over again. Last time I had a dream about him, he was molesting me in my own house on my own bed!" Pankhudi was tearful as she said this, "And what was most disturbing was that I was responding to him. Why doctor? I hate him! I hate him more than anything else! Then why was I getting aroused when I was touched by this man who has made life hell for me? I want to know! Why is this happening to me?"

"Are you sure we are talking about your dream and nothing else?" the doctor asked suspiciously.

"It's the dream." Pankhudi said hurriedly, "As I said before, it is a dream that I had."

The doctor sensed something wrong but didn't say anything to her. She didn't want to make Pankhudi uncomfortable. It was important for the doctor to earn her trust, so that later she could encourage her to be more honest.

"This might be painful for you, but I need to know something. Have you experienced a difficult past?"

"I was not fond of my father. I could never feel love for him. All I know is that I never really felt happy when he was around. He hated mom because she couldn't bear a son. He always cursed me and my sister. He told us we were a burden to him. Mom really loved both of us, but her love was weak before his bitterness." Pankhudi said.

"Did you suffer violence at home?"

"Yes. Dad used to particularly hate me. When he used to come home drunk and start abusing and beating mom, I used to always interfere. I couldn't just stand and watch! That made him angrier. He wouldn't lose one opportunity to yell at me or beat me. He always said I deserved it coz he said I was disobedient girl he was only trying to 'discipline' me. There was so much violence and stress at home! That man was a brute! I was a good student, but he wouldn't let me study. He used to throw away my books, thrash me and always told me that I am worthless. I had almost started believing in it. And I had to live a life full of vulnerability for several years. So many years of living in fear, hiding bruises, welts and an occasional broken bone...we couldn't even speak much without his permission." Pankhudi started crying as she felt the sting of painful memories again.

She paused for a while as she wiped away her tears and continued, "He was the only breadwinner of our family. We all had no choice but to obey him all the time and take his punishments silently. I shouldn't say this, but I was happy when he died. "

The doctor was listening quietly as Pankhudi was speaking.

"Each coin has two sides though," Pankhudi continued, "I can't say whether I was happier then or now. Having a father confers social security. Even though, he was violent, his presence would keep other men from casting a lustful eye on me and my sister. After his death, our life became increasingly insecure. Now we suffer immoral advances from other men at every opportunity they get. I was happy that the violence stopped, but I learned how difficult it is for a girl to face the world on her own. I don't really have a choice; it is a matter of survival now, so I manage to gather some courage. I came here to Mumbai all alone; I am doing a job and studying, trying to rebuild my broken life. But I feel so vulnerable."

"I am really sorry to know that. It must have been very hard to live through all that." said the doctor comforting her, "I am beginning to understand the cause of your problem. I appreciate that you are able to give me details about your past even though it is painful for you. I have a few more questions. Please answer then with equal honesty."

"Alright" Pankhudi said.

"Did you ever indulge in self harm?" the doctor asked.

Pankhudi was silent. Actually she was silent out of hesitation to speak. The doctor sensed it.

"It's ok," the doctor said with a comforting smile, "You can tell me. We are only trying to help you here."

"Yes" Pankhudi gasped, "When no one was watching, I used to cut myself, and sometimes even burn or suffocate myself."

"Why?" the doctor asked calmly.

"I don't know" said Pankhudi. The topic of self harm suddenly made her stop crying. It was like the memories of self harm strangely energized her. "I used to feel good when I did that to myself. It used to feel like some sort of morphine...it caused me pain but that pain felt like it was healing me. It like I wanted to do more and more of it to myself..."

The doctor took as deep breath and looked at Pankhudi who was still lost in some kind of a trance of her memories about her process of 'healing' herself.

"Pankhudi" the doctor said, "I think you are suffering from something we call - Masochistic Personality Disorder."

"This is also known as Self-defeating Personality Disorder." the doctor continued, "When a person develops these patterns in behaviour, the cause can almost always be traced back to early life. If in early life has had to deal with a disciplinarian or a strict authority figure while growing up, and has been constantly told that they do not deserve love or that they deserve to be in pain and should be exploited, then that is exactly what they will grow up to believe. Unfortunately, in your case, this has manifested in the form of that man in your, as you say 'dream'. He is a reflection of the authority figure you subconsciously fear. Because of your condition, you feel submissive towards him and that is why you respond."

Pankhudi was listening calmly. It pained her so much to understand that the trauma she had been through in the past had left an ugly scar on her mind.

"However, the good news is that you seem to have a milder form of this disorder, considering the fact that you have tried to seek help yourself. Usually people suffering from Masochistic Personality Disorder, thrive in being sad and in pain. This disorder has at its crux the feelings of humiliation, insult and other factors that lead to being depressed and sad. Patients don't seek help and try to avoid and reject anything that leads to pleasure. But you are not like that. You are fighting it. That is a good sign."

Pankhudi's smiled weakly.

"But we need to fix this as soon as possible," the doctor said in a worried tone. "If this dream is appearing repeatedly then your condition might be worsening. Unfortunately we do not have a pharmacological treatment for it. You will have to undergo psychotherapy. I will be honest with you. Your condition has resulted due to living under stressful conditions for several years. So it will take time for you to overcome it. I request you to have patience with the treatment."

"Will everything be alright doctor?" asked Pankhudi in a soft voice, feeling hopeless within.

"That depends on you dear," the doctor said, "The success of the treatment depends entirely on your willingness to change."

"How long will it take?" Pankhudi asked.

"At this stage, I can't say anything. Maybe once we start the treatment, I will monitor your progress and will be in a position to comment on the amount of time the recovery may possibly take."

Pankhudi was silent. She was holding so many secrets within.

"I really want to help you dear," the doctor said gently holding her hand, "But I can't, until you be honest with me and tell me everything."

Pankhudi still didn't speak. She just looked away and wept silently. The doctor was understanding and compassionate.

"Perhaps you need some more time. It's alright. Come back to me whenever you feel like and speak your heart to me. I will listen to you. I sense that you are in great pain right now. Go home and take rest. And don't worry about my fees." The doctor said with a comforting smile.

Pankhudi felt good to acknowledge that she was being understood. A faint smile flickered on her lips and then it was gone. She got up and left.

She reached home. She was lost in deep thoughts as she was lying awake on her bed. The things she learned from the psychiatrist about herself had shaken her. The most painful thing about a disturbed past is how cruelly it affects the present and the future. How could she shake off the memories of the past? How could she heal a scar?

She wanted answers, and she got them. Sometimes she wished she had never known the bitter truth about her condition. How was it going to help her? How was anything or anyone going to help her? The kind doctor was willing to treat her without charging a fee. But counselling sessions? Psychotherapy? How was all this going to cure her of the nightmare she was living? Pankhudi may have lied to the doctor, but how could she lie to herself? She had to face the truth. This wasn't about a dream.

She walked back home with a heavy heart. The world seemed to collapse around her. Something had changed within her since she got her answers. She could feel increasing amount of curiosity emerging within herself, to explore the darker side of hers. She still feared the stalker. She didn't even know his name. He was dangerous, his moves were unpredictable and it was still highly unclear as to what his real intentions were.

Pankhudi had started keeping a diary since Nisha left. That was the only way she could vent the feelings of her troubled heart. After she returned home, she was shocked to see her diary kept on the table in the living room with a red rose placed on it. A few fragrant candles were lit nearby. To a casual observer, the ambiance was romantic. Perhaps the visitor was in a romantic mood. But Pankhudi knew his romance is always creepy. Her heart was beating fast as she opened her diary. Something was already written in it and the handwriting wasn't hers. She got anxious when she realized that the person who wrote that also must have read everything else. She had an uneasy feeling within her heart as she read the disturbing piece of text written in it.

There's a dusky distressed maiden,

So luscious to my lustful eye!

An angel with a broken wing,

Who deeply years to fly.

Her grace and beauty so sublime,

Makes me hunger for her,

Her fragrance so intoxicating,

Heightens my lust more.

She knows how cold it is out there,

She knows so much pain.

Her bleeding heart still yearns for warmth,

And shelter from the rain.

The darkness within her own soul,

Shall bind her to me,

What my angel does not know,

That it will set her free.

She didn't take time to realize who wrote it. The message was unclear, yet frightening to her. She knew he was soon going to come for her, again. She walked up to the bedroom lost in her thoughts. The words of her poem were clouding her thoughts wondering what exactly he meant. Suddenly she noticed a note stuck on her closet. The note read - INSIDE

Pankhudi cautiously opened the closet. She was highly suspicious of what could be inside. But to her surprise, the closet was totally empty, even the shelves had been removed; it looked like one big box now. Before she could understand anything, she was pushed hard from behind right into the closet. And before she could recover from this sudden shock, she saw the closet door closed behind her. She screamed at the top of her voice and tried to push with all her strength. But he locked the door.

Pankhudi was a claustrophobic. She went hysterical out of overwhelming fear. She felt helpless like a fish out of water. It was so dark inside and she could barely breathe.

"Please get me out...please...I can't breathe...please...help me!" she was screaming like never before.

She continued banging the locked door of the closet with all her strength. She thought she was going to die there.

"Go easy on yourself sunshine." She heard a familiar voice.

"Why are you doing this? I'll die in here, please open this door please...I can't breathe" she begged.

Pankhudi was indeed struggling for her breath. She never felt that much fear before.

"You need to work on your persuasion skills cupcake, gimme one good reason I should let you out" He said.

"I can't take it in here" she said amidst her screams, "Please, for God's sake! Please let me come out! Please...I'll do anything you ask me to do...anything, but open this door please" she said as she continued banging the door with all her strength.

"Anything? Are you sure about it?"

"Yes...I'll do anything, please take me out of here"

"OK" he said, "Take off all your clothes, and when you are naked tell me, I'll open the door. But remember, if I find a single piece of cloth on your body, I'll put you back in and it will take much longer for the door to open then"

Pankhudi was too desperate to get out. She quickly took off her clothes, she was in such a hurry that she even scratched herself in the process. "Please open" she said gasping for breath, "I am naked now"

She heard him insert the key and turn it. The door opened and she stepped out of the closet and collapsed. She didn't even look at him. Her energies were drained. She lied on the floor gasping and trying to recover from the trauma. Every inch of her lovely brown skin was on display before his eyes. Her body was covered with sweat. Her eyes were red and puffy already and her hair messed up.

"Wow!" he gasped, "Look at you...your fear makes you look so beautiful!"

Pankhudi was writhing helplessly on the floor, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. He lifted her up in her arms an put her on the bed.

"Please don't" she said tearfully. She had no strength left to stop him, but she tried to beg him.

"Shhh" He said softly and kissed her lips, and went down to her neck. Pankhudi was barely in her senses. Overwhelming fear had numbed her conscious thinking now only thing that was left was her senses. He showered kissed over her neck and boobs and she moaned in pleasure. He flicked his tongue across her nipples and worked his way down her flat belly and roughly opened her legs. She had no energy to close then back, so she let them be. He started at her spread open naked pussy, she had neatly trimmed it. He pulled her pussy lips apart for a better look. He was glad that she was just too weak to resist at all. He smiled to find a wet pussy and a swollen clit. He looked at her flushed face and smiled.

"So you really like this after all don't you?" he asked teasingly.

She didn't reply. He held her pussy lips apart with one hand and very gently rubbed her clit with a finger of the other hand. Pankhudi made a feeble attempt to close her legs.

"Don't do that" He warned, "You don't wanna go back in the closet do you?"

Pankhudi shuddered at the thought of being put back in there and allowed him to do what he was doing. Soon her breathing became heaving. He was going slow, real slow. She was getting more and more aroused, and restless. She needed faster strokes to cum but he cruelly kept the pace very slow for the torture to last longer. She started moving her hips against the movement of his finger. He knew that her pussy was aching for orgasm.

"Please..." she gasped.

"Please?" he asked.

"Please let me..." she begged.

"Let you what?" he forced her to answer an obvious question while he continued to rub her clit. He had been monitoring her reactions and almost found her G-spot.

Pankhudi was too desperate to feel ashamed now, "please let me cum" she completed her sentence.

"I like a polite request" he said, "Let me watch my angel orgasm now. Look into my eyes Pankhudi."

Pankhudi opened her eyes and made an eye contact. Even her eyes were begging for release. She maintained eye contact till the orgasmic wave made her body arch and convulse and forced her eyes shut. She couldn't hold back her moans either. When she opened her eyes after experiencing carnal pleasure, she made an eye contact again. She suddenly realized how shamelessly she just came in front of the man she hated so much. Tears of shame were flowing out of her eyes to realized how he had broken her.

His expression however was surprisingly soft and loving. He pulled her sheet over her naked body, hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Don't cry, its alright" he said in a soft tone, "Get some sleep, you need it."

"I am feeling scared...please don't hurt me.." Pankhudi said.

"Don't be afraid, cupcake" he said comforting her, "I am not going to hurt you anymore, not tonight. You are going to be OK. I'll be right here next to you till you fall asleep. You can hold me if that comforts you"

Pankhudi snuggled up in his arms and put her arms around his neck and held on to him tightly. She didn't know why she was doing this, but it made her feel better. Perhaps he was the only one in her life who could give her any comfort, at least when he chose to. She was so weary, she fell asleep.

End of Ch. 3 .....

[Blue Bull]

Just when things get darker, she finds a ray of hope.......

The loud ringing of her phone woke her up. It was 4 am. She looked around; she realized she had been sleeping in her bedroom, all naked. He must have left after she fell asleep. She answered the call. It was her younger sister. She was surprised to receive a call from home at such odd hours.

"Palak, is everything ok?" Pankhudi asked.

"I am afraid its not Pankh" Palak spoke in a worried tone.

"Why what happened?" Pankhudi asked.

"Mom has not been keeping well. She has been ill for a few days now, and a while ago, her condition suddenly deteriorated and we had to take her to the hospital." Palak said.

"Is she alright now?" Pankh asked.

"No she isn't. She is in the ICU now. We need you Pankh, and we also need some money"

Pankhudi could sense great helplessness in Palak's voice as she spoke.

"I'll come over as soon as I can, please take care of mom till then. And how much money do we need?" Pankhudi asked.

"Around 25K INR for now." Palak said.

"Fine, I'll get the money and come as soon as I can." Pankhudi assured her.

Soon after she hung up the call her mind began to race thinking about how she is going to arrange for the money and leave. She hardly had any savings. She wished she had got health insurance cover for her mother, but she never had enough financial stability. With her salary she could barely make both ends meet. 10 days were left for the month to end, she was hoping she could talk to her boss about getting her salary in advance.

She went to her office at the usual time and requested a meeting with her boss, Mr. Vishal Tyagi. When she was called in, she explained her problem to him and requested her salary in advance and a leave for a few days. To her disappointment, he denied both.

"Please Sir" she begged, "I've worked here for about a year now. I really need the money, please try to understand"

"I am sorry to know about your problems Pankhudi, but as per company's policy we cannot give any employee their salary in advance. And I can grant you 2 days leave at the most."

"Just 2 days? It will take 2 days just to reach my hometown! I need to be there for my sick mother...please Sir..." she said.

"As per company's policy, I can't I am sorry...but maybe I could help you on a personal level if you are willing to do what it takes..." he said with a nasty smile.

"What do you mean?" Pankhudi asked suspiciously.

"Come on Pankhudi. You are not a kid, and you very well know what I mean." He then got up from his chair and walked up to her. He rubbed her shoulders made a firm eye contact and said, "I need you to do me some 'personal favours'."

Pankhudi pushed him away and said, "I respect you so much Sir, please don't treat me like this."

"Respect doesn't pay the bills Pankh" he said coldly, "If you want my help, I'd say loud and clear, I want you to sleep with me. And if a dumb village cunt like you doesn't understand that, let me be clearer, I want to fuck you."

Pankhudi started crying hearing that, "I am not a whore" she said in a firm voice.

"Not yet" he said with a wicked smile, "But you might want to consider becoming one. Situation is such, poor you. Here's my card, call me if you are willing to sell me your cunt. I'll pay you a good price. And regarding the leave, you stay away for more than 2 days and you risk losing the job." Then he boldly groped her breasts and said looking into her eyes, "Of course I will reconsider that if you please me."

Pankhudi was very angry. He was a charming middle aged man but all she felt was disgust for him. She wanted to slap that man, spit on his face and quit the job. But she just picked up the card and walked out of his cabin.

'All men are the same' she thought 'sick sadistic bastards! All they really care about is fucking.'

In the evening she came home rather disappointed. She opened her safe and took out the two golden bangles she treasured a lot. No matter how much the financial crisis, she always held on to those bangles because they were her mother's gift to her. Her mom wanted her to wear those on her wedding day. If she sold those, maybe she could raise money and she wouldn't have to sleep with her boss. But then she needed the leave as well. She couldn't risk losing her job.

She took out the card and dialled his number.

"I knew you would call" he said.

"How much will you pay me?" she asked with her eyes tightly shut. She had never imagined that she would ever have sex for money.

"Depends on how well you fuck" he said, "Btw, I am just curious, how many men have fucked you before me?"

"That is none of your business" Pankhudi said firmly.

"Of course it is. I need to know how tight or loose your cunt is, and whether I am going to enjoy fucking you."

Pankhudi was finding this conversation very embarrassing. She knew he was deliberately asking her such obscene questions.

"None" she said, "I am a virgin"

"Is it? Oh then your pussy must be really aching for cock. How big are your tits Pankh?"

"Just shut up!" she shouted.

"You are in no position to talk to me like that bitch." He growled, "And within a few hours you are going to be naked before me with your legs spread open and you are going to beg me to fuck you for money. This is just a conversation. So please answer my questions."

"36C" she replied.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Twice a week" she said as she broke down into tears.

"Holy fuck! You are one horny chick! Don't worry, I'll fuck you more than just twice a week...wow, I can barely wait...how exactly do you masturbate? Where do you touch yourself?" he asked.

"Please sir..." she said as she was crying out loud.

"I asked you a question Pankh" he said firmly.

"I rub my breasts and clit till I cum" her face was burning in shame as she spoke.

"Ok" Vishal said, "When you come over, in which of your holes would you take my cock first?"

"I don't know"

"You really want the money don't you?" he said in a firm voice, "If I don't get a straight answer to any of my questions, I won't give you a penny. Then you can go and sell you cunt to any random guy like a street whore. I think that is what you want, to be fucked by cheap dirty men."

"I'll take it in my pussy first" Pankhudi forced words out of her mouth.

"Great!" he said, "You are a good slut, and am sure all your holes are aching to be filled with cocks. I'll get some friends along. We will make a fuck sandwich of you. I am sure you would love that!"

Pankhudi felt very degraded. She didn't speak a word.

"Come to Hotel Marriott at 10 pm, and shave your privates before leaving home. I'll pay you 10,000 INR and 10,000 more if you take it up your ass too. And each of my friend will pay you another 5k. Be prepared to be fucked all night long."

"Ok, I'll be there" she said.

It was a very tough thing for her but she didn't seem to have much choice. She went for a bath and shaved her pussy. She got dressed and ready to lose her virginity and her shame. She held the golden bangles in her hand and kissed them. "I love you mom" she said looking fondly at them.

She left her bedroom enter the living room to find an uninvited guest sitting on the couch. The same mysterious stalker who had total control over her body and mind. His presence in her house was no longer shocking for her, but still unwelcome and disturbing. He was sitting so comfortably in her house, like he owned it. To her horror, he was viewing her personal photo album that contained pictures of her family and friends, which she kept for the sake of memories when she felt lonely. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he seemed to be observing the pictures carefully. She felt all the more crushed. Her heart sank and she stood quietly frozen with fear. When he acknowledged her presence, he lifted his gaze.

"Going somewhere, cupcake?" he asked casually with a smile that she was not very fond of.

"Please go away." she cried.

"Your voice is barely audible sunshine, come closer." he said, signalling her with his index finger.

She shuddered when he ordered her to do that. Instead of walking towards him, she nervously started taking small steps backwards.

"You want me to come there?" he asked with a confident smile.

She suddenly stopped moving backwards. She trembled like a scared little kitten. His eyes were fixed on her and his gaze was scorching. With every tiny trembling step she took towards him, her feet seemed to get heavier and she had to gather all her strength to put them forwards. When she reached close enough he grabbed her hand.

"Come, sit on my lap" he said as he gently tugged on her hand. His grip however was firm.

Pankhudi hesitated, so he pulled her hand harder. She had to battle her will to obey him. But she finally did. She felt his arms embrace her and his legs lock hers between them. She couldn't move now unless he wanted her too. Pankhudi had small delicate wrists, like those of a baby. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and his other hand was free to exploit her helplessness.

"You didn't answer me cupcake" he whispered in her ear as he nibbled it, "Going somewhere?"

"Just seeing a friend." she said in a voice breaking in fear. She was so scared to be so helplessly locked in his grip. The anticipation of what he was going to do to her made her blood run cold.

"A friend, I see" he said, "Nice to know that you have friends who ask you in which hole would you take his cock first."

Pankhudi was shocked to realise how well he knows what is going on in her life.

"How much are you selling your cunt for? I might want to take up the offer as well." He teased her.

"I never wanted to do this" Pankhudi said with a painful expression on her face.

He moved his hand through her silky black hair as he smiled to watch her shudder every time he touched her. He was only caressing her gently, but the poor girl was so afraid of him. He brushed his hand lightly across her face staring. He then started gently rubbing her back. She was only beginning to feel comforted when he slipped his hand under her top and began to stroke her bare skin. His touch on her bare skin made her feel a familiar tingle between her legs. She wanted it to stop. She began to struggle hopelessly. He was delighted to see that. He continued stroking her bare skin, and unhooked her bra. The elastic recoiled away and he could feel her smooth back.

"Why are you so nervous? This is not the first time I am touching you, is it?" he said.

Pankhudi began to cry as she recalled how he had molested her earlier.

He then took his hand out and grabbed her hair. "Did you forget..." he said as he licked her neck, "How 'romantic' it has been?"

Pankhudi could do nothing but cry and squirm helplessly in his grip.

"Let me remind you." He said and relaxed his grip over her. He intended to make her lie down on the couch but she escaped his grip and stood trembling at a distance away from him. She was too scared to even try to run from him. She was not going to get anywhere even if she did. She knew that very well.

"For God sake stop all this!" She shouted, "Why are you doing this to me? Please, I am in a lot of trouble already...please stop harassing me like this...I'll lose whatever is left of my sanity.."

He got up calmly and walked towards the table and picked up her medical file that was lying there. She had put it there carelessly after her visit to the psychiatrist.

"Well," he said as he opened to read it, "If you lose your sanity, maybe your shrink can fix you. Hmm let's see..Masochistic Personality Disorder...patient gives history of childhood abuse and self harm. Really, snowflake?" He suddenly looked at her.

She didn't respond. He began to walk towards her and she took steps backward as he came closer till her back touched the wall. He stood right in front of her and smiled. He placed both his palms on the wall and trapped her. Her unhooked bra was bugging her already, but she was too embarrassed to hook it in front of him.

He stepped even closer and said, "Self harm? Seriously? Am I not hurting you enough? What a shame! You, my darling, have a very complicated life."

She turned her head to one side not wanting to face him. He kissed her cheek. She flinched and suddenly pushed his right hand away and got away from him. She again stood at a distance from him, indecisive as to what she should really do. He was simply amused to see her reactions. She was trying to get away from him, yet she wasn't trying to get out of the confines of the small room in which they were standing.

He walked towards her trying to contain his delight at her subtle submission. She heard his footsteps approaching her from behind. Perhaps out of despair, she didn't move. He slowly slipped his hands from behind tracing the curves if her waist and grabbed her tight enough to cause her discomfort. She was wincing in his grip.

"You know something cupcake" he whispered in her ear, "This will only hurt you as long as you keep fighting it."

He reached the button of her jeans and opened it, and unzipped and lowered her jeans just enough for his hand to pass between her legs. He began to rub her pussy through her panty. He could feel the smoothness of her freshly shaved pussy and her soft pussy lips, through the fabric. He pressed his chin on her shoulder. She was struggling but the intensity of the struggle was negligible. She could feel her lust take over her will again. She arched her neck and moaned softly. She never realised when she parted her legs slightly to allow him better access. She could feel his body against her back, every small amount of friction was arousing her more. He rubbed her long enough to have a wet spot on her panty. He took his hand out and pinched her ass and said, "You are wet for a reason."

She pushed him away, out of a sudden emotional outburst. Then she broke down and fell to her knees and said, "Why are you doing this to me? Just tell me what you want...take it from me, whatever that it is you are after. What do you want huh? You want to fuck me! Fine fuck me! Right now! Just do it! Or just kill me if that pleases you...Just stop playing your cruel games. You all men are the same. All you care about is fucking! Then what are you waiting for? I am right here, and see I am so wet and horny, I am a cock hungry slut. I am a whore who fucks for money. First I'll fuck you, then I'll go and open my legs for that bastard waiting for me that the hotel...That what I deserve! To be fucked all day in all my holes...I have no right to dignity....." she began to cry loudly after she said that.

He didn't say anything for a while. He just stood there enjoying her broken condition.

"Alright then, lets fuck." he said smiling at the girl helplessly kneeling before him.

Then he bent over and grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He gently led her to the bedroom. He ushered her into the bedroom of her own and then closed the door behind him.

He turned off all the lights of the room except for that beautiful table lamp beside the bed scattering its subtle golden light around the room. The ambience of the humble room was sensual, but Pankhudi was feeling totally defeated and broken.

"We don't need much light for now" he said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, anticipating the inevitable.

"Strip for daddy, cupcake" he said mischievously.

Pankhudi had calmed down after her emotional outburst. She knew what she had to do. There was no point fighting it now. Besides he had seen every inch of her skin last night. But her fear had number her senses then, right now she was fully conscious. Her jeans were already halfway down her thighs. Without looking at him, she gently slipped it down. Her exposed skin glowed beautifully in the dim yellow light. Then she struggled with her own mind to pull down her already wet panty. His eyes growled in pleasure as he got a sneak peek at her trimmed pussy. As she pulled down it up to mid thigh, she suddenly became very conscious of her nakedness and she pulled the bed sheet across her thighs to cover up. She expected him to be angry, but he found her shyness rather adorable. He was only smiling. She removed her panty and now was completely naked below her waist. She pulled the bed sheet again and covered up even more.

She began to raise her top, and her already unhooked bra wasn't doing its job anymore. He could easily see her full breasts, each and every curve of them, and then of course her sensitive nipples as she raise her hands above her head to remove the top. She then let to bra strap slide down her shoulder. She covered her breasts with her hand as she took off the bra. Her skin was burning in shame. She pulled the sheet up across her breasts to cover herself as much as possible.

He smiled to see her so badly try to cover herself. He stood in front of her, she trembled anticipating his touch. He brushed his hand across her hair and rubbed the side of her arms so tightly clinging to the sheet.

He sat on the bed and made himself comfortable by resting his back against the headboard. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She had covered herself from front with the bed sheet but her back was still exposed. He could see the glow of her clear skin, and of a part of her ass crack.

"Come here" he said to her signalling her to sit on his lap.

She didn't hesitate much now. She crawled towards him. With every little movement she made, she consciously held on to the sheet, trying to cover up any exposed parts. He helped her sit comfortably on his lap, held her in his arms and kissed her forehead. She was quivering with anticipation.

"Calm down kitten" he said gently running his hand through her hair, "We need to talk."

"If I wanted to 'fuck' you" he said, "I would have done it long back. This isn't about fucking, cupcake."

Pankhudi didn't say anything. She had nothing to say.

"I understand that you fear me. You have your reasons. But trust me, I am not so bad." He said softly in her ears.

"Do you realize how vulnerable you are sweetheart? Right now, I have absolute control over your life. That is a fact. I could destroy you and everything that is dear to you if I wanted. I could turn you into something you would have never imagined in your worst nightmare. And believe me there is nothing you could have done to stop me. All you could do is helplessly watch your world burn, or beg for death to end your suffering at the most." He spoke in an amazingly gentle tone.

Pankhudi shuddered as he spoke. She was crying out of helplessness.

"But...I don't want to destroy you." he said.

He pulled her closer, making firm contact with her body, and resting her head on his shoulder.

She felt the warmth of his body, and his masculine scent. As she rested against his chest, she could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath and his heartbeat. His cold words made her freeze. The warmth in his tone of speech didn't make her feel any better.

"Pankhudi look at me..." he said as he lifted her chin to make her look at him, "You are too lovely to be destroyed". He finished his sentence with a brief loving kiss on her lips.

She pulled her arms and legs closer and curled into foetal position. She closed her eyes and flexed her neck again as he let go of her chin.

"You are such a wonderful woman" he said and he held her firmly and took a deep breath, "It feels so good to hold you in my arms."

"I am just an ordinary girl trying to survive in this world...I love my family. I am living for them. Please don't hurt me" she begged softly.

"I know" he replied, "I know your family means everything to you, and you mean everything to them and I don't wish to disrupt your life. You must learn to trust me."

"I want to save my dying mother" she said, "I don't know if this is the worst phase of life or is it going to get worse. I am forced to sell my body today, perhaps someday I'll be forced to sell my soul."

"Things aren't complicated Pankh" he said, "You are complicating them. You are yet to learn to judge people, whom to trust and whom not to."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

There was a moment of silence. He just held her close and said nothing, and she was slowly beginning to feel comfortable in his arms. She closed her eyes. She had always been very lonely, she had been yearning to have a man in her life – a strong caring man, who would be her protector and provider. He was perhaps not that man, but at the moment she was in his arms, just like she had always wanted someone to hold her. He was holding her so lovingly, she was beginning to melt.

He was glad to see her calm down. He started gently fondling her hair and rubbing her back. She sank deeper into his arms in response. He smiled.

"You don't need to sleep with that prick, my darling" he said "I'll deposit 75K INR in your account tomorrow, which is more than twice what you need right now. Go home sweetheart, take care of your family"

Pankhudi couldn't believe her ears. She never expected so much help from this man. "What would you want in return?" she asked anxiously.

"Nothing" he said with a calm expression on his face.

Pankhudi was perplexed. How could it be? How could someone just give her so much money just like that?

"It may be difficult for you to understand...but that's how I feel for you. You are a very brave girl, and I admire the courage with which you face the world alone. You are such a wonderful girl Pankh, it would be a shame on me if I didn't help you, and you were forced to sleep with those assholes. You are my angel, I won't let them make you a whore. You are special for me, you always were. Did you have a doll when you were a child?"

"Yes" Pankhudi said.

"What did you do with your doll?" he asked her.

"I used to play with her" she said.

"Did you ever break your doll or throw her away? Did you let others hurt her?"

"Never!" Pankhudi said, "I used to take good care of my doll, give her everything she needed and I never let anyone touch her.."

"Exactly" he interrupted her, "You are my little doll Pankhudi. I will always take care of you. Right now, you need me, and I will help you, unconditionally." He said making a firm eye contact.

"I may have hurt you, but that was necessary to make you understand certain things" He said rubbing her back.

"Understand what?" she asked.

"I'll explain later Pankh." He said, "First you need to go home and look after you mother. Lemme book a flight ticket for you, you'll reach faster"

He took out his phone and made a booking. Pankhudi received a confirmation SMS almost immediately. It was the first time she was travelling by flight. She was overwhelmed by the amount of help he extended towards her.

"Stay for about a week. If everything is well, I'll book a return flight for you. And don't worry about your job. E-mail them your resignation, I'll help you find a better job after you return" he assured her.

"I have no words to thank you" she said as she hugged him tightly.

"Those are beautiful bangles," he said as he picked them up from the table and slipped them around her wrists "You'll look very pretty when you wear them on your wedding day."

Tears of gratitude were flowing from her eyes.

"Sleep now" he said with a smile.

"Please stay till I fall asleep, like yesterday" she requested.

He smiled and held her in his arms. Soon she fell asleep.

After a while her phone started ringing. Pankhudi was so fast asleep that the ringing didn't wake her up. He picked it up, the screen read - Mr. Vishal Tyagi calling.

He walked out of her bedroom and answered the call, "Hey baby, where are you? My dick is all so hard for you!" he heard Vishal's voice.

"Yeah? Then turn it around and shove it up your ass" he replied.

"Oh its you!" Vishal chucked. "How did it go? Did she break down as you had expected?"

"Buddy, you hit the bull's eye!" he replied as his lips curved into a smile.

"So you got her right where you wanted her. Lucky you!"

"Almost" he replied , "Thanks for your help"

"Don't mention it friend. Good cop bad cop always works! Fuck I am so bad that I actually made you look good" Vishal laughed as he spoke.

"Yes, you did your job perfectly. Talk to you later bro, gotta go now"

"Yeah sure," Vishal disconnected the call.

Then the mysterious stalker deleted the history of that particular call, went back to the bedroom and placed the phone on the table next to her. He looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Then he bent over and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ears, "Soon you'll submit to my desires and seek pleasure in pleasing me"

End of Ch. 4......

[Blue Bull]

Pankhudi's submission and an unexpected turn of events.....

"Please Daddy, don't hurt me..."

"SHUT UP you little bitch, I must teach you some manners today"

"Not the belt Daddy please it hurts.."

"Stop fucking screaming! It is supposed to hurt, only them you'll learn not to fucking interfere when I am talking to your mother"

"But you were hurting her...It's not right"

"You piece of shit! You are going to tell me what I am supposed to do?....I think the belt isn't good enough for you. I need to lock you up on some place dark."

"NO! Not there...please..I beg you..no..."

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The helpless scream of her former self echoed in her memory as they jolted her out of the flashback. Pankhudi found herself sitting on a chair next to her sick mother in the hospital. It had been 3 days since she arrived here. Her mother had been better. She had been shifted out of ICU today. Pankhudi held her ageing mother's hand and wiped off the tears of painful memories.

Her mother opened her eyes and smiled at her. "I am so proud of you Pankhudi. You handle so much on your own. You are a brave girl. God bless you my child!" she said.

"I love you mom" she said as she kissed her mother's hand.

Her mother's health improved over a next few days. She was discharged; Pankhudi and Palak took her home. With the money, the mysterious man had given her, Pankhudi was able to set everything right. When she was sure everything at home was alright, he made arrangements for her to fly back to Mumbai. When her flight landed at Mumbai airport, she walked out cautiously looking for him. It didn't take long for her to find him and she hugged him as soon as she saw him. He wasn't expecting that, but he hugged her back anyway.

"How's your mother's health now?" he asked.

"She's better now, thank you so much for your help" she said with a genuine emotion of gratitude in her eyes.

"Good. Let's get you home sunshine" he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her to his car. They got inside and drove off.

It was night already. They reached her house. Pankhudi was lost in deep thought. He was sitting on the couch looking at her, but she wasn't feeling scared of him anymore. It seemed the thoughts that were racing though her mind were troubling her more than his presence.

He lit a cigarette and smoked quietly. "Come here Pankhudi" he called her closer.

She smiled and walked towards him and sat on his lap. He embraced her and rested his back against the couch and pulled her even closer and place her head on his shoulder. He began running his fingers through her hair and showering her with kisses. "I missed you Pankh" he said.

"I missed you too" she said. He wasn't really expecting that answer. He looked at her. Her eyes were sad.

"Are you ok, cupcake?" he asked.

"I have only bad memories about my father..." she spoke as she couldn't hide her grief, "All those things you did for me are what my father would have done if he hadn't been such a disappointment. If he would have been a loving man, he would have taken care of me, taken care of me, he would have never let anything happen to me...I wouldn't have to face the world alone like this...I wouldn't need to suffer so much..." She began to cry as she spoke. She paused for a while because she was choking and continued, "You may have hurt me, but you also care for me...I feel safe around you, I feel that I can trust you." she hugged him tightly and continued, "You said you want me don't you?"

"Yes I do" he said as he continued playing with her hair.

"I will give myself to you" she said, "I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you say, but I want you to make a promise"

"And what would that be?" he asked taking another puff from the cigarette.

She looked straight into his eyes and said, "Promise me that if anything happened to me or if I die, you will take care of my family"

"Why would anything happen to you?" he said staring back into her eyes, "I'll make sure you are ok, I won't let anything wrong happen Pankh"

"I know" she said, "But just in case, something bad happens to me, promise me that you will take care of my family. They mean everything to me. They are all I care about, I don't care even about myself."

"I promise, I will take care of your family if anything happens to you 'and' even otherwise, for as long as I live." he assured her. "But know this Pankhudi, I am going to be very rough with you. The only limits you would have are the ones I choose. I will use you as I see fit, abuse you as and when I please. You will take it all without question, if you don't, I will punish you."

"Yes..just take me, I am all yours." she replied.

"Good, now go take a cold shower, and shave your sweet pussy, when you are done walk out of the bathroom naked and kneel before me."

Pankhudi got up from his lap and walked towards the bathroom. She took off her clothes and turned on her shower. The cold water made her shiver. She started shaving her pussy carefully. The anticipation of having the first sex of her life got her aroused already. When she was done, she rubbed fragrant soap into her skin. She loved the fresh feel of her body. She put some shampoo on her hair, followed by a conditioner, her hair transformed into smooth silk. She turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Water was still dripping from her gorgeous skin and hair, she looked like an angel.

He took a deep breath when he saw the mesmerizing beauty standing before him. She slowly dropped on her knees before him. She was such a sight to behold! The water droplets clinging to her skin were shining like crystals in the faint yellow light. Her long wet hair clinging to her skin, flanking her breasts, making her look like a mermaid who had just come out of water. Her smooth shaved pussy looked beautiful. She was shivering with cold. She was feeling very shy, she didn't dare to look at him. Her eyes were downcast and she was very conscious of her nakedness. He was delighted at her submission. He felt like licking off every drop of water from her skin.

He put a finger under her chin and made her look up. He kissed her lips passionately, and licked her neck. She moaned with tightly shut eyes. She was still shivering with cold. He brought a towel and put it around her and dried her head and wrapped it around her body. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He gently pulled the towel leaving her naked again. He grabbed one of her wrists and began to tie it to the bed with a rope. She didn't resist. She allowed him to tie her up. He tied her other wrist in a similar fashion. Next he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and her vision drowned in darkness. But she could still hear him, feel him.

He didn't tie her legs. He loved it when she closed them out of shyness and he opened them roughly. He wanted to do the same again. But this time he wanted to make sure that she keeps them open and begs to be fucked. He was skilled at the art of seduction. His personality was charming, with a well sculpted body with a flow of muscles under his skin, and sharp facial features. His presence was so intimidating.

Pankhudi felt him crawl onto her. She felt his skin against hers, she knew he was naked. He grabbed her face between his palms and gave a brief kiss on her lips. He then moved lower towards her neck and began nibbling it, sending pleasurable sensations throughout her body. Pankhudi couldn't hold back her moans. Her breathing became heavy. Her hands were well restrained. The feeling of helplessness added to her arousal. She knew he was now going to fuck her and there is nothing she can do about it.

He began to energetically lick and nibble her nipples making her moan even louder. Her nipples were really sensitive. He squeezed her breasts and left love bites on them as if he was a hungry breast feasting on his prey. All this while, Pankhudi's legs were tightly closed. She could feel a moist between them, but she was too shy to open them. He grabbed them and opened them, exposing her sweet dripping cunt.

"Keep your legs open" he ordered her.

She wouldn't dare to disobey, they both knew it. She moaned when she felt the tip of his erection rubbing against her hymen. She had been a virgin for so long. Deep down she craved for a man to take her virginity, her pussy ached for a rock hard dick to penetrate it. But he didn't enter just yet. He just rubbed his dick on her slippery wetness and teased her, testing her patience. She got more and more desperate by the moment and she could feel her lust generate so much heat between her legs. She was gasping for release, her moans were begging him to enter.

"Do you want this cupcake?" he asked.

"Yes...please.." she gasped.

With her vision blocked, her sensations were much stronger. He pushed past her hymen, she felt a slight pain and then the overwhelming sensation of her pussy being filled by a man's erection for the first time. He entered very slowly. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as he entered. She moaned uncontrollably and struggling against her restraints. He began to nibble her neck again driving her mad with pleasure. He wanted her to moan real loud, he wanted her to forget about everything else in the world and experience carnal pleasure, her first ever.

He remained still for a while, he wanted to appreciate the entire length of the cock filling her before he started pounding her. Every time he withdrew, he pushed it back it with a stronger thrust. He continued digging in her sweet cunt, the amazing sensation took over her and her body convulsed in orgasm, her moans were music to his ears. That drove him crazier. He began to fuck her harder and faster, roughly mouthing her body as he neared orgasm. Pankhudi knew he was going to cum inside her, but he was her Master now, and he would use her any how he wished. If he wanted to cum insider her pussy, she would have to accept it willingly. She heard him moan as he had an orgasm inside her body.

He lay on top of her for a while with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, he was just resting, letting the exhilarating feeling of having taken her virginity seep deep into his mind through his skin. She was still restrained and tied up. She wanted to hold him, kiss him but she could only wiggle under him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was still struggling with the restraints and moving her body sensually, craving for his touch. He put on his clothes, untied her and removed the blindfold and said, "Lets go"

"Where?" she asked. She was utterly confused.

"You'll move in with me. You don't need to carry anything along, I'll provide you with everything you need, now let's go." He said.

She dressed up quickly and walked out with him. He made her sit in the car next to him and drove off. Pankhudi was nervous. This was so sudden. She wasn't prepared for this. She was anxious as to where he was taking him or what he would do to her. But she consoled herself that if he wanted to harm her, he would have done it anyway and braced herself for whatever was destined for her.

He drove the car past the busy city streets and took a turn to reach a secluded road that let to somewhere out of the city. It was late night and there weren't many vehicles on the road.

"Take off your top" he told her.

"What? We are on the road!" she protested.

He pinched her nipple sharply and said spitefully, "Next time you question me, I will strip you and throw you on the road naked" He looked into her eyes as he spoke, he wanted to let her know he meant business.

Pankhudi took of her top hesitantly.

"The bra too, take it off" he said. This was her punishment for having disobeyed his first command.

She sat topless in the passenger's seat. She began to weep out of humiliation. Whenever another vehicle passed by, he deliberately slowed down the car to get the passerby get a good view of her boobs. Some passing vehicles had rowdy male passengers that jeered and whistled at her when they saw her.

She tried to cover herself with her hands. Her Master didn't like that, not one bit.

He grabbed her ear in one hand and twisted it till she screamed.

"I am sorry Sir" she begged.

"I want you to make and eye contact with those who are looking at you, squeeze your boobs for them and blow kisses at them" he gave another humiliating order.

Pankhudi didn't speak a word after that. She knew arguing wasn't a good idea. But she couldn't bring herself to do something so humiliating either. A vehicle passed by, and her Master slowed down thier car. The men in the next car began to make lewd gestures at her, but she couldn't look at them.

"Do as you have been told Pankh!" he shouted.

"No" she cried.

He didn't say a word after that. He was quiet because he was now going to teach her such a lesson that she wouldn't dare to ever say "NO" to him again. He drove a little further and parked his car around a corner. He walked out of the car and dragged her out grabbing her hair. He slapped her hard enough to make her scream in pain, and then again, and again. He slapped her a multiple times. Her cheeks bore the marks of his fingers. The he pulled her hair very roughly and growled, "Listen to me carefully little slut, I was gentle with you the first time because you were a virgin, that doesn't mean you start getting any romantic ideas about me. Forget about your dignity, for me you are just a piece of flesh with holes that I am going to use for my pleasure. Strip completely right now, I'll show you your place today"

Pankhudi was very hurt to hear that form him. Besides his grip over her hair was hurting her. In spite of the pain, Pankhudi shed whatever clothes she was wearing. She was in tears now, she was afraid of him, very afraid. He dragged her by her hair a little further. It was a turning point of the road. He made her kneel.

"You are going to give suck me till I cum and them swallow it" he ordered.

"Please Sir..let me put my clothes on...what if someone sees me..." she begged.

"If someone sees you, I'll tell them you are a cheap whore and I'll let them use you too" he said. Pankhudi was shocked hearing his reply. "So" he continued, "It is best for you to not waste time and finish your job before anyone sees us"

Pankhudi fumbled with his belt and zip. She had never undressed a man before. Finally, she took out his cock and took it in her mouth promptly. She was in such a hurry to finish. He smiled at how she looked like a desperate cock hungry slut as she was trying to hurry because of the fear of getting caught. She took the whole length inside her mouth at once and she almost began gagging on it. Her desperation amused him. She just wanted to make him cum as soon as possible. Her untrained cock sucking was arousing him even more to see how a sweet innocent girl was trying to suck his cock, so willing to become his slut.

He held her head and pulled back a little guiding her to suck correctly. "Go easy cupcake" he said.

She was crying as she was sucking his cock. The headlights of the passing vehicles were falling on her, she was feeling ashamed at how many people must have seen her kneeling naked and sucking a cock on the roadside like a slut. She was very thankful to the darkness that saved her dignity to some extent.

She wanted to stop, she wanted to beg him to let her wear clothes, but she knew that would only waste more time and she will have to be naked for longer. She began sucking very furiously. He guided her fingers to play with his balls and she did her best to please him. At the moment her only concern was to make him cum, she used her mouth on his cock the best way she could. Her soft lips squeezing on his cock and her tongue giving a hot and wet massage to his erection brought him close to orgasm. When he shot his seed into her mouth, she didn't like the taste one bit, she spat it out. But the next moment she remembered that she was ordered to swallow. She knew she would get punished for this again.

She stood in front of him with her head lowered. She was feeling used and humiliated. He zipped up his pants with a satisfied expression on his face. A poor slave girl desperately tries to make him cum and messes up in the end ready to take the next punishment! Delightful!

"Please let me put on my clothes Sir" she begged, "I am feeling shamed to be naked like this, so many people have seen me..." She began to cry out of helplessness and shame.

"I won't allow you clothes but no more people will see you on the road." he said.

Pankhudi looked at him in confusion. He opened the car's trunk and said, "Get inside"

"NO!" she shouted, "I am scared to be locked up in such small places...please don't"

"Fine you can sit next to me and put up a good show" he offered her an option. The humiliation she had been through was too much for her. Perhaps much more than her fear of closed spaces. She got into the trunk and curled into a ball.

"Don't worry" he assured her, "You'll be fine. We will be there soon"

He closed the trunk and got into the driver's seat. He drank some water and drove off. He was delighted to have this new bird. He had a lot of devilish plans for her, he was going to use her in ways she would have never imagined. After driving for a while, he noticed a grey SUV following him, approaching him swiftly. He changed direction trying to lose them, but the car followed his trail. The SUV then hit his car from behind. He realized the gravity of the situation when he heard a gunshot. They were firing at him. He was now sure that whoever the men in the car were, they were after him and their intentions were not nice. He pressed the accelerator with his full strength, but the men were giving him a good chase. His heart was racing but he tried to control his nerves. It was getting difficult for him to control the car at such a high speed. He had never driven my car faster than this. He had lost sense of direction. He didn't know where he where he was going, just drove wherever he could to get away from them. He didn't even realize when he left the highway and drove into a small lonely street. At the back of his mind he was worried about Pankhudi. The poor girl was locked up in the car's trunk and must have definitely panicked as he drove the car at such a high speed.

He looked the fuel indicator, and realized he was running out of gas. "Fuck!" he shouted in disappointment. He knew he couldn't get far. It was best to park the car somewhere and hide from those unknown assailants. He quickly parked the car on one side of the road and opened the trunk. Pankhudi was indeed terrified. She was trembling with fear, but he had no time to pacify her. He just lifted her on his shoulder and ran towards the jungle.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Shhh" he tried to quieten her, "Stay quiet, we are being attacked. Some men are after us."

"Who...and why?" she asked.

"I don't know" he said, "And don't make a sound, they are armed, they will shoot us if they find us"

Pankhudi was completely naked, she could barely control her fear. She held on to her Master very tightly and began to sob quietly while he kept an eye out for them. The assailants found his car.

"He must be nearby" the leader of the gang said, "Find him and kill him. I want that bastard dead."

Those men spread out began to look for them. He realized it was not safe here anymore and he had to head deeper into the jungle with Pankhudi.

He hugged her tightly and said, "Pankh I know this is tough for you, but you have to be strong okay? We have to move, and move very quickly and not let them see or hear us."

Pankhudi was weeping bitterly trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. He felt sorry for her condition. This wasn't a part of his plan. He had made her take off all her clothes before locking her in the trunk. There was nothing to cover her body. He took of his shirt and handed it over to her "Put this on, quick, and move"

Pankhudi held his hand and followed him deeper into the jungle. She was in pain, she was unable to move fast, but he dragged her along, because moving slowly would mean certain death for him and perhaps something worse for Pankhudi. They had to get away from those assailants. They were outnumbered; they could only escape using stealth. As they were trying to get away, Pankhudi's leg slipped making a stone roll down a slope. One of the assailants began to chase them, and they had to run deeper into the forest. After running for a while, he stopped to check whether they were still being followed. When he was sure that there was no one after them, they stopped running and walked to find a shelter from the night. They were deep inside the jungle by now, there was no sign of anyone else except the two.

He was sure that the assailants would have given up by now. He spotted an old ruined structure in the middle of the jungle, would have been a house at some point of time. The walls were broken, but a part of the roof was intact. He thought it could be a good shelter for the night. He took Pankhudi along and made her sit down.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

She didn't reply. She just curled into a ball and started crying.

He frisked his jeans pockets and found his cigarette lighter. He collected some twigs and lit a small fire and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her trying to pacify her. In the light of the fire he noticed blood around her feet. He suddenly realized that Pankhudi was not just naked in the trunk; she didn't have any footwear on either.

"Pankh, let me see your feet" he said out of concern.

"Please...they are hurting a lot" she said as she was crying out of pain.

"Let me see Pankh" he spoke authoritatively and she allowed him to inspect her soles. Multiple thorns had pierced her skin and the poor girl didn't complain all along. He felt very sorry for her. "I will remove the thorns one by one. It will hurt for a while, but I must do it else your wounds won't heal" he said as he gently touched her shoulder trying to pacify her.

Pankhudi just nodded. He removed the thorns from her feet one by one. Even though it was hurting, she tried not to scream. He finished as quickly as he could to minimize the pain and tore off a sleeve of the shirt to bandage her feet. He made her sit on his lap and rested her head against his chest. Pankhudi had stopped sobbing, her feet were not hurting as much as before. She hugged him and snuggled deeper into his arms.

"Do you think they saw me while I was..." she couldn't complete her sentence out of shame. "Is that why they followed us? Did they want to bang..."

"No sweetheart, they were after me. I don't think they even knew that I wasn't alone." He said rubbing her back. "Don't worry, I'll call for help, we'll be OK"

He tried to find his phone but was shocked to realize that he had forgotten it in the car. He was mad at himself, but there was no other option than to wait till morning it was impossible to backtrack at this hour. Sounds of howling of night creatures tore through the silence of the night and it was very dark. Pankhudi was feeling very scared, but his presence calmed her. He made her lie down and put her head on his lap till she fell asleep. He rested his back against the broken wall and tried to sleep.

End of Ch. 5 ....

[raj500265]

good one

[Blue Bull]

This isn't romantic.....

Pankhudi woke up next morning and found herself in his arms. He was awake and smiled at her. He had woken up early next morning. He could barely sleep in that uncomfortable position.

"Good morning cupcake" he said with a brief kiss on her lips. Even with her messed up hair and a drool spot on one side of her lips, she looked beautiful to him. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked.

Pankhudi smiled and nodded.

"Can you walk?" he asked her as he got up and tried to help her.

Pankhudi tried to stand on her feet but her feet were swollen by now, she winced and fell to her knees. He lifted her in his arms. "Don't worry, I'll carry you"

There was a pond nearby. He carried her to the pond and made her sit down. He plucked a broad leaf from a plant growing nearby and rolled it up to make a cup of out it and filled it with water for her. She smiled as she took the leaf cup from his hand and drank water to her heart's content.

"Can we eat those?" she said pointing at some berries growing nearby, "I am hungry"

"I am not sure" he said, "They could be poisonous. It's better to be hungry and healthy than ill."

Both of them drank as much water as they could. She crawled nearer to the pond and splashed some water on her face. He untied the piece of cloth he had tied on her feet and immersed her feet into the cool water of the lake and washed off all the mud. He wanted to make sure that her wound was clean. He then carried her on one shoulder as they began to find their way back to the road. When they began backtracking their steps, he picked up the charred pieces of wood from the fire had had lit last night and began to mark the trees on the way, just to make sure they had a retreat point in case they get lost. It was a thick tropical forest; it was very difficult for them to find a way out. They tried to remember when way they came, but in vain. After a few hours, he put her down and sat down to take some rest. They were hungry and it was very difficult for him to carry her all the way.

Pankhudi crawled to him and hugged him and said, "You've been carrying me for so long. Thank you so much."

He said nothing, but just smiled weakly and hugged her. Suddenly he noticed a monkey eating a fruit on from a nearby tree. "I think those fruits might be edible, let me try to get them" He climbed the tree and plucked as many as he could of those fruits. He brought them to her. "Have as many as you wish" he said with a smile.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'll get more for myself later" he said as he watched her eat, she was so hungry she used both her hands to stuff those fruits into her mouth. He smiled at her. He went back to the tree after some time to get more fruits, but he could reach only a few. He chose to conserve them for later. He filled those in his pockets.

"You haven't eaten" she said.

"I am not hungry" he said as with a smile, he swept her feet off ground and continued on his way.

"Fuck! We are moving about in circles! It looks like we are officially lost now." he said as he recognized one of the marks he had left on a tree. That had been to this place before. He put her down and sat down next to her. It was past noon. His shoulders were paining badly due to carrying her for too long. If he was alone, he could have moved much faster, but leaving her alone would mean putting her in danger as she was unable to walk. She could be an easy prey to some wild animal. He had to take her along to ensure her well being.

"I'll try to walk" she said as she sensed his pain.

"You feet are in no position to carry your weight" he said.

"It's ok, I am fine" she said as she stood up on her wounded feet.

He saw her trying to hide the pain on her face. But the pain in his shoulders was too much to carry her any longer. They had to keep moving though, because they never informed anyone of their location and no one would come to rescue them otherwise.

"Put on my shoes Pankh" she said as he took them off. Although his sneakers were obviously of a larger size than hers, he pulled the lace tightly enough for them to hold on to her feet as she walked. Pankhudi was relatively comfortable and was able to walk at a reasonable speed. Tears of gratitude filled her eyes as her held her hand and walked barefoot next to her leading the way. Every time a thorn or a sharp stone pricked his feet, he just pulled it out and kept moving. The pain didn't seem to slow him down one bit.

The markings he put on the trees helped warned him every time he was about to choose the wrong path. He was determined to find a way out. They walked with all the energy they had, it was a matter of survival for them.

The sun set and it was about to get dark soon. He decided to camp under a tree. He thanked his stars that her had found the lighter in his pocket last night. Without fire, it would have been very difficult for them to survive. As the darkness grew, he lit the fire and took out the fruits he had plucked earlier.

"Dinner time!" he said as he held them out towards her.

Pankhudi was hungry, but she knew he hadn't eaten all day. She picked up a fruit and brought it to his lips. She didn't speak a word but her eyes requested him to eat. He ate a few fruits but he made sure, she had enough to eat. He could tolerate hunger more than her. Pankhudi crawled onto his lap. It was a very romantic feeling for her. She had never been so close to a man before. He rested his back against a tree. Pankhudi rested her head on his bare shoulder and began to move her hand gently across his bare chest.

In a forest, nights are always frightening. With the howling of the wild animals and the creepy crawlies, poisonous serpents and insects around, with barely anything to eat, they were in great danger. But she wasn't feeling scared at all. As long as he held her in his arms, she felt safe.

"Are your feet hurting? she asked out of concern.

"I am ok, Pankh. Thanks for asking" he said.

"Can we talk for a while?" She spoke in her sweet voice as she touched his face gently.

"What do you wanna talk about?" he asked.

"We could talk about you...tell me something about yourself.."

"There is nothing to talk about me"

"Of course there is...I want to know about you, your name at least..."

"You'll know when I choose to tell you...not now"

"Why not?" she asked. He just stared at her. She kissed his cheek and continued in a soft tone, "I don't know what all this means to you, but I gave you my virginity...It was my most precious thing, you are the first and only man I have been intimate with...my body still bears your scent...you very special for me...am I not special for you? Am I not worthy enough to at least know your name?"

He didn't reply. She moved her hands across his body and felt some old scars. She had noticed them during the day, but she didn't dare to ask earlier. Now that he was holding her so close, she touched him asked him softly, "What happened to you?"

"I am tired Pankh" he said and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I want to sleep. Good Night."

He just held her tighter bringing her closer to him but didn't speak a word. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn't asleep. He just didn't want to talk. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Perhaps she wouldn't get a chance to sleep in his arms like his arms again, she wanted to revel in every bit of this beautiful moment.

Next morning they continued their journey. With growing hunger and fatigue, it was getting very difficult for them to keep moving, but they had to anyway. Finally they found their way back to the road. He asked her to stay out of sight while he tried to see if some vehicle would stop by for help. A car stopped by. He just requested a phone call and gave his location to his trusted men and asked them to come receive them.

After a while a car came to receive them. He got into the back seat with Pankhudi and comforted her. The driver offered them some food and drink. Pankhudi eagerly ate the chips. Her Master was smiling at her as he loved to watch her eat. She looked like and innocent child. He offered her water and she drank it. The water tasted funny, but she didn't complain, but her eyelids became heavy soon and she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she found herself in a room. She was wearing beautiful black lingerie. Her head was heavy, and she felt a metal collar around her neck. It had a locking mechanism, she couldn't remove it even if she tried to. The room was very dark, except for one candle burning on a table near the bed. She felt fresh, like someone had given her a bath while she was sedated. Her skin and hair has a mild fragrance. The wounds on her feet had almost healed. They weren't hurting anymore. She got up from the bed and tried to explore the room. It was very dark, and the door was locked.

She tried banging at the door, calling out loud hoping for someone to hear her, but there was no response. There was dead silence and nothing else.

A long time passed since she had woken up. Even the candle died out. It was completely dark now. She banged the door repeated for someone to hear her, but no one did. She wanted to know where she was. When he asked her to move in with him, she expected to live him in his house, and not in a dark room like this where she would be just locked up and neglected for heaven knows how long. She was losing track of time, there was nothing in that room she could engage her mind with. Strange thoughts began to cloud her mind, horrible thoughts, regret, fear, doubt...she was feeling every possible negative emotion. When her thoughts tired her, she fell asleep. And woke up after a while, to nothingness, loneliness, darkness and disturbing thoughts. Where was she? Would she be left there to die? Is this even real or a long nightmare? She tried to recollect those beautiful moments they spent together. How he took so much care of her, carried her on his shoulders for so long, starved himself so that she could eat. Those memories were very beautiful for her. Perhaps she was falling in love with him, but where was he? She thought that he cared about her, but where did he go now? How could he leave her alone like this? Her thoughts were troubling her again. Then she fell asleep again. Then she woke up, again the same. The darkness and the loneliness and the fear.

A lot of time passed by, her solitary confinement began to get unbearable and she began pounding the door again screaming at the top of her voice. "Please...is someone there? Please let me out..." she screamed and began to cry. When her call was still not answered, she sat down on the floor near the door in utter despair. She thought she had been left there to die. Suddenly she heard some footsteps, and then she saw the door knob turn and her Master enter. He had a cane in his hand.

The mental anguish she had been though for so much time made her forget everything else. It was so dark, she wasn't even sure it was him. But she just hugged him tightly.

"I thought you left me here to die" she said as she cried on his shoulder.

"I left you here to suffer" he said as he dragged her to the bed and got on top of her and began nibbling her neck.

She resisted him. "Please" she said, "Talk to me, hold me...I'll go mad..I'll die...please...hug me...love me.." she gasped.

He got up and said in a stern voice, "Let me make it very clear Pankhudi, this is not romantic, not even close. And now I'll talk and you listen without opening that hole in your face. This is how it is going to be henceforth"

He just sat down on a chair and asked her to stand before him. He was sitting comfortably relishing the sight of his prey quivering with vulnerability. He carried a remote with him. He pressed a button on it and suddenly the dark room was brightly lit. The bright light blinded Pankhudi for a moment. When her vision recovered, she suddenly realized that she was standing in front of him in just lingerie. She suddenly became very conscious.

"Alright strip" he said.

Pankhudi wished it was still dark. Although he had seen her naked before, she was feeling very shy to strip with his scorching gaze fixed on her sexy body. She was afraid to disobey so began to take off the lingerie with shaking hands. He watched her strip herself with trembling hands. She unhooked the bra and began sliding it off her shoulders very slowly.

"Stop." he said calmly as she unhooked the bra, "You don't have to remove it. Let it remain that way, now slip that panty down, just a bit. I don't want that sexy lingerie completely off just yet"

She did as she was told. She found it even more humiliating to stand with an unhooked bra that both covered and revealed her breasts and lowered panty that showed off her ass crack and a little bit of her shaved pussy lips and a glimpse of the valley between them.

"Kneel before me" ordered.

Pankhudi struggled to maintain the position. She was finding it difficult as well as painful to have her entire weight on her knees as they pressed against the hard ground.

"Now listen to me carefully - The only way to survive this is to trust me." he said. "From now onwards, I control everything that happens to you. There are some rules you are required to follow. Failure to do that will warrant punishments. You will wear only those clothes that I allow you, if at all I allow you any" He continued, "You will always call me Sir. You will not speak until spoken to. And don't dare to question me, ever."

He saw her tremble as he said that. He acknowledged that it was the feeling of being controlled that was overwhelming her at that moment.

"You are not allowed to touch me or yourself without my permission. You body is meant for my pleasure, not for yours." he said sternly.

He touched the cane to her skin, and gently stroked her skin. She shuddered with anticipation. He lifted it and gave her a sharp blow over her arm. She felt the sting of the cane and shrieked.

"Are the instructions clear?" he asked.

Pankhudi was feeling very sad. He had been very nice to her a while ago, and now she was here kneeling before him. She wasn't even allowed to touch him without his permission. "But why" she protested again, "why does it have to be this way? Why can't we love each other...It was so beautiful...when we were together in the forest, hugging and holding each other, you were taking care of me...you are such a fine man...it felt so good holding you...touching you, why can't we just love each other?" she crawled towards him and touched his face lovingly.

"How many times do I have to tell you this isn't fucking romantic?" he said sounding annoyed and smacked her with the back of his hand. He opened a locked drawer with a key and removed a sinister device. "I think I need to make it very clear so that you don't get any more loving thoughts about me ever again. The sooner you learn your place" he said pulling her to her feet by grabbing her hair, "the easier this is going to be on you." He pushed her against the wall face first. He then pulled her arm and twisted it in his firm grip behind her back. She felt the nail of her little finger being grabbed by the metal device. She screamed as he began to pull out her nail with the pliers. Blood oozed out of the fresh wound as the nail began to separate from the finger revealing the raw flesh beneath. She could do nothing but helplessly scream and squirm in his grip. He let go of her when the nail was completely separated.

She fell to the ground writhing in unbearable pain. He placed his foot on her neck and side of her face and pressed hard enough for the sole of his shoe to leave an imprint on her tender skin. "Was that enough for you or do you want more?" he asked. She was groaning in pain and crying loudly.

"Listen bitch! I own you, and I am going to use you for my pleasure, and you knew this. Now you don't have any choice but to take all that I am going to put you through as long as I want to." he said as he picked up the cane from the table and gave her a couple of hard blows on her ass. Her whole body jerked in pain, but his foot pinned her head to the floor so she couldn't move away.

He walked back to the chair and sat down comfortably. He just sat there for some time enjoying her plight, watching her writhing in pain delighted him. She was lying on the floor, groaning in pain, with her hair spread over the floor like a dark cloud. It's colour matched perfectly with the sexy lingerie that was only pretending to cover her. He smiled to see the show that was put up for him as he had forced her to deliberately manipulate the lingerie such that it allowed her boobs and ass to spill right out it. The pain, humiliation and absolute lack of control over her fate aroused her masochistic mind. She began to feel her juices lubricating her freshly shaved pussy lips.

"Come here" he ordered. Pankhudi was still in a lot of pain. But she didn't dare to disobey him. She crawled towards him like a bird with a broken wing. He gently held her bleeding hand in his palms. Pankhudi was trembling with fear. He took out a first aid kit from a drawer, and began to clean and dress her would with surgical skill and accuracy. He sprayed a surface anesthetic on the wound to reduce the pain. Pankhudi thanked her fate that he Master had not given up all of his kindness at once. He finished the dressing by securing the gauze with a medical tape.

"That should be fine for now" he said attaching a leash to the D ring of her collar and pulling her by the leash, "Now show me how good a cock-sucking slut you are."

Being pulled by a leash attached to a collar around her neck made her feel degraded. But he had her completely under control so she couldn't protest.

"Now don't sit there like a dumb statue, take my cock out and start sucking. And mind you, I'll fuck your ass dry if I feel any teeth" He shouted at her. She had never heard him shout at her like that. She began to sweat and tremble. She looked so innocent that it made him calm down. He wanted to degrade her systematically.

"Do one thing" he said as he changed his mind, "Suck on my finger first..."

He offered her his index finger. She opened her lips and slowly took it in. She licked it till all of it was coated with her saliva. She began to suck, first slowly then harder, and soon she was sucking the entire length of his finger with all her strength. She didn't intend to, but he began to feel her teeth.

"Go easy..." he said softly.

He introduced another finger into her mouth. She accepted it too like an obedient submissive. He began to probe her mouth with his fingers. He rubbed his fingers on her tongue and the insides of her cheek enjoying the soft warmth. His eyes were fixed on her face as he watched her trying her best to please him concentrating on what she was doing with closed eyes. Then he added another finger, and now her little mouth was practically full. He moved his fingers in an out of her mouth, like fucking her mouth with them. He kept tugging on the leash intermittently to tease her; to remind her, her place. Pankhudi slowly began to melt. She began to enjoy the feel of his fingers in her mouth. The fact the he could violate her as and when he'd feel like and that she could do nothing to stop him; that powerless feeling was turning her on.

Her moment of pleasure was interrupted by a loud scream of a woman that seemed to come from the adjacent room. It was a bloodcurdling scream, and Pankhudi could sense that the woman was in terrible agony. The screams were relentless. Her Master seemed to get annoyed by the screams as was seen by the expression on his face. He got up and walked out of the room without saying a word.

She was drenched in her own sweat out of compelling anxiety. She could barely imagine what horrible tortures were being inflicted on that woman who was screaming. She was petrified thinking that she could be subjected to something so horrible in the near future.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Suddenly the screams stopped. The time required for the screams to stop must be just the time required for her Master to walk up to that room. She was convincing herself that perhaps her Master stopped the torture. She was expecting him to return to her now. She got back on her knees in just the position she was instructed to. Her lingerie was still hanging from her body. But he was taking much longer than expected.

She looked around the room. Earlier when she stepped into the room, she could barely look around as it was dark and his compelling presence had all her attention. Now that she was alone, she could feel the sensuality of the ambience. The room had purple curtains, with walls painted with a lighter colour, which gave a classy look to the room. The furniture was exquisite; the natural browns of the wooden furniture were beautifully complimenting the golden yellow light pouring from the magnificent lamps. One was the door through which her Master exited the room. There was another one, perhaps it led to the bathroom. The floor was made up of white marble and it had streaks of her own blood that had been shed as her punishment.

Suddenly she heard the door knob turn and her Master entered. She lowered her gaze instantly. She didn't look at his face but by the way he stormed into the room, it was evident that he was angry. But seeing her kneel in a submissive position made him calm down a bit.

He grabbed the leash and pulled roughly and dragged her along as he walked towards the chair. There was something about her innocent expression that calmed him down.

"I made sure there won't be any more disturbances" he said in a voice cold enough to send a chill down her spine. She was lost in thought for a moment, thinking what he must have actually done.

He snapped his fingers to bring her out of her thoughts. "Let's get back to business, start sucking" he said and he guided her hand to his crotch making her feel his hardness thought his pants.

"Who was she? What's happening here? I am.." a terrified Pankhudi spoke.

She got a hard slap on her face before she could complete her sentence. He pinched her nipple hard and said, "What did I tell you, earlier?"

"I am sorry Sir" as she suddenly recollected his order.

She began to carry out his order with trembling hands. Her little finger whose nail had been just removed was still hurting and was beginning to swell a bit. Her clumsy naive attempts to unbuckle his belt made him smile. She unzipped his pant, and the bulge of his erection became even more evident. He guided her hand into his briefs, and she tried to withdraw her hand as soon as she touched his cock as she felt very embarrassed. But he held her hand it place. She felt his pubic hair, and his rock hard member eager to spring out of his briefs. He guided her other hand to pull down his briefs. And soon his erect tool was out, and she knew she was going to be invaded soon.

"Hold it" he said looking at her, "And feel it nicely."

She moved her fingers over it. This felt like the first time she was holding a penis in her hands. Last time she was too ashamed of being naked in public to fully appreciate the invasion. Her fingers were holding it only lightly and the delicate touch was tickling him. He smiled at her innocence. He let her explore his cock for some time, and then suddenly grabbed her hair to gain control of her head and rammed his cock ruthlessly into her mouth. She was shocked at this sudden invasion.

"Relax cupcake" he said, "Start sucking the way you were sucking my fingers."

Pankhudi slowly adjusted to the thick cock invading her mouth and began sucking it quietly with her eyes closed. Her knees were already hurting because they were not used to bearing her weight. He moved her head back and forth over his cock slowly. She continued sucking obediently. She was beginning to enjoy the oral invasion; she was beginning to accept him. She couldn't take all of the length into her mouth at once, she just took the first few inches and held the base of his cock lightly with her tender fingers.

He sat back on his chair and arched his neck backwards resting his head against the chair. He let go of her hair, but held on to the leash. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply enjoying the sensual feeling of invading her mouth once again. He felt victorious to have so much control over this beautiful and entirely untouched maiden.

Pankhudi was doing her best to please her Master. She was having a cock in her mouth for the first time, and its size was quite mouthful for her. She continued sucking gently as she could feel it harden even more between her lips. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His arousal was rising and whatever was left of his humanity was diminishing. He looked at her with a devilish lust in his eyes. He then pressed her head on his cock driving it deeper into her throat. She began to struggle and choke.

"Just take it in bitch!" he said spitefully showing his displeasure towards her struggle.

Pankhudi was tearful by now, she could barely breathe. But she was helpless.

He continued making her take it deep throat for a while. Suddenly he pulled her hair to remove it out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet by the leash.

"Get on the bed on all fours" he ordered.

Pankhudi was highly aroused by now. She got on to the bed in the instructed position. He pushed her head down so that her ass was sticking right up and told her to remain that way. He pulled down her panty up to her knees; he noticed the wetness of her pussy as he did that.

"So" he said teasing her clit with his thumb, "You want my cock badly, don't you?"

"Yes Sir" she replied desperately and she moved her hips sensually in response to the stimulation.

"Well, I am going to take your ass." he said.

Pankhudi got scared hearing that. Her body language clearly showed her apprehension.

"Don't worry" he said stroking her ass, "I am going to be gentle if you do as I say. For now, just stay still while I apply a lubricant."

She felt relatively assured, and maintained her position. She could feel him apply some soft get like lubricant on her anus. He inserted one finger in her virgin ass. It was not very painful, the lubricant allowed it to slide in smoothly. She moaned.

"You like this don't you?" he asked.

"No, please...don't, I am scared..." she said nervously.

He ignore her plea and put in another finger, and he could feel the tightness of her tissues. He was delighted thinking about how it would feel like to have his cock in there. And suddenly rammed his cock ito her pussy, giving her the feeling of double penetration. Pankhudi moaned loudly as his cock entered her desperate pussy. She was on the verge or orgasm, she would cum in just a few strokes, but he plainly withdew both his cock and his fingers and applied some more lubricant before he pressed the tip of his cock on her anus. She shuddered with anticipation of the penetration. But she didn't dare to move. He pushed in slowly grabbing her hips, and she began to feel the pain of invasion. She began to groan and he body made involuntary jerky reflex reactions to oppose the penetration. Her groans and screams became louder as the pain intensified as he cock slid inch by inch into her ass.

"Please Sir!" she begged, "Please stop, I can't take it...it is hurting!"

"Just shut up and take it" he said as he spanked her ass cheek.

She shuddered with the impact and involuntarily clenched her anal muscles. He loved the wonderful feeling he got as he felt the already tight hole tighten even further. He withdrew an inch and rammed it back into her ass giving a thrust. Then he started slow inward and outwards movement. The invasion was still painful, but the slow movement of his cock in her ass was stimulating her sexually. Her pussy was dripping wet by now.

He continued thrusting in and out of her ass and spanking her intermittently. The spanking left imprint of his fingers on her ass cheeks. He got even more aroused seeing that. As his arousal reached its summit, he grabbed her hips and gave a few final hard thrusts. He shot a load of his cum inside her, she could hear his moans of pleasure.

He withdrew and grabbed her hair. He began to wipe his cock clean with it. Pankhudi could do nothing but take this humiliation. She collapsed on the bed curled into a ball, drowning herself in tears. Her bra was still hanging from her shoulders and her panty down up to her knees. She was feeling so used. He had used her for his pleasure without caring if she had any. Her arousal was making her pussy ache for sex, but she was denied pleasure. She could do nothing but cry in helplessness. He grabbed the leash and locked it into a ring attached to the side of the bed.

"Stay right there till I return" he said, "And don't take of that lingerie yet, let it remain that way"

Pankhudi didn't react. Her energies were totally drained.

"I am going to need more of your tight sexy ass so I will be back soon." he said mischievously, "Perhaps it won't remain that way when I am done."

She shut her eyes tightly in despair as tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He walked out of the room leaving her broken from within. She was in a total mess. Her hair was disheveled, and he had used it like a tissue to clean up his lust. She could smell his cum all the time. Her body covered in her own sweat. The juices of her desperate pussy were flowing out along her thighs, and she could feel the lubricant and his semen deposited in her ass. And most humiliating was being forced to wear that near completely stripped lingerie that make making a mockery of her modesty. She was violated and used, and denied pleasure. He was a tyrannical sadist, his actions proved that.

She felt so broken, she closed her eyes. She fell asleep for a while, for how long she didn't know. She hoped it to all end, like a nightmare. But the nightmare only began when she woke up.

She felt a finger stroking her nipple. The tingle arising out of it woke her. She thought it must be her Master. But her eyes shot open when she realized it wasn't him.

A total stranger was standing before her. Another good looking man, but his manner was not as polished as her Master's. He was staring at her lustfully. She almost screamed but he put his hand on her mouth and told her not to, for her own good. She felt ashamed of her nakedness in from of a stranger.

"Poor girl! Look at you little angel! What has that beast done to you!" he said.

Pankhudi looked at him in confusion.

"You thought you could trust him, didn't you? That's a big mistake. He ain't worth any trust. I work for him so I know him better than you." he said confidently.

Pankhudi still didn't say anything.

"Things are not too bad right now, but they will get worse than you have imagined. You are not the first, not will you be the last. He is a sadist and all he knows to do to women is destroy their lives, dignity and even their perception of self worth. He had reduced several respectable women to nothing but a piece of flesh with holes meant to be used by men to satisfy their lust."

Pankhudi began to tremble. "No! This can't be true!" she protested tearfully, "He is a good man, he cares about me. You are lying!"

"You will soon see enough to believe me. I have an offer to make before it is too late. I can help you escape this place...all you need to do is pay me a little price." He began to stroke her thighs as he said that.

Pankhudi violently jerked his hand off and shouted at him, "Shut up! I don't need your help! I trust my Master. He won't let anything happen to me."

The man laughed and said, "Trust? Is that a joke? What do you know about him? Do you even know his name? He is just fucking with your head. I am beginning to pity you even more now, poor girl. I will come again in a few days, you may have changed you mind by then. And don't tell him about our little conversation, you wouldn't wanna regret losing you last hope."

He walked away leaving Pankhudi to struggle with her uncertainty. She no longer knew whom to trust.

End of Ch. 6....

[Blue Bull]

Used and Abused......

Pankhudi was in doubt for a long time. She didn't even know who this man was. Of course he said he worked for him, but her instincts were telling her to trust her Master. After all, she couldn't believe a stranger more than her Master.

She was totally disoriented and had lost track of time. She no longer knew the date and time and there was no way she could find out. There was no one who would let her know. She felt totally lost and mind-fucked. She was feeling hungry too. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had her last meal. There was a glass of water placed nearby. She drank water from it and tried to sleep. That was the only way she could relieve her anxiety and hunger. She never realized when she fell asleep.

She felt a kiss on her lips and she opened her eyes to find her Master smiling at her. "Wake up, cupcake" he said.

"Alright now, cupcake, let's begin." He said as he got up and pulled her to her feet by the leash. He made her lie down on the bed. He grabbed her wrists and secured them within the cuffs attached to the corners of the bed. He restrained her ankles in a similar way. She was now restrained on the bed in a vulnerable spread eagle position.

"It is time we get rid of this" he said as he cut of her practically useless lingerie that was only handing loosely from her body. She was completely naked before him, restrained and helpless.

He slid a blindfold over her eyes. She felt all the more helpless. Next she felt a cane touching her bare skin. She shuddered. He raised the cane and gave a sharp blow over her left breast. The impact not only made her scream but also left a linear welt.

"You are so beautiful!" he said as he ran his fingers across her face, brushing past her neck and circling her naked breast. He was monitoring her reactions very carefully. She had a submissive expression on her face, she was still in pain but she was also enjoying his touch. He was expert at what he was doing. He knew exactly how to make his submissive feel both pain and pleasure at the same time. She started moaning faintly. He grabbed her soft breasts in both his hands and stroked her nipples with his thumb. Her faint moans grew louder. He gave her another blow with the cane.

He bent over and kissed her lips. She was drowning in ecstasy, she wanted to hug him, hold him close to her body showing him how badly she wanted him, but her restraints prevented her from doing so. Perhaps, her Master had restrained her to show her that she had no control over anything, that she was merely his toy and he could use her as he feels like. He was skilfully interrupting her pleasure with pain with repeated blows from the cane.

"Your nipples give you much pleasure, cupcake" he whispered softly in her ears, as she moaned when he was gently stroking her nipples.

He continued touching her helpless naked body. He moved his hands across her belly, tracing the curves of her waist. Pankhudi felt wetness gather between her forced apart legs. He could already smell her arousal. He started stroking her thighs upwards. She could feel her sexual desires building, as she moaned louder. He suddenly pinched her nipples, making her writhe in pain.

Then he put a finger between her pussy lips; that made her shudder. She could feel unbearable tension build up in her sex that so badly needed release. He bent over and gave her a passionate kiss, and continued playing with her body. No matter how much pain he caused her, but the absolute lack of control was turning her on. She was totally primed for a blissful hard fuck. She wanted it so badly but was too ashamed to ask for it. He sensed her hesitation and smiled like a devil. Finally she spoke her mind.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me Sir!"

"What a slut shameless!" he said.

"Please Sir, I can't take it anymore."

"I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, in whichever hole I feel like, do you understand? So mind your place." he said denying her request.

Denial was driving her crazy. Her sex was so badly aching for an intercourse. But she there was nothing she could do about it.

He freed her from the restrains and pulled her out of the bed by the leash. He dragged her up to the chair, sat down on it and asked her to kneel. He pressed her hands against his crotch. She could feel his erection. "Take it out and suck." he ordered.

Pankhudi was a quick learner. Besides she was fully aroused by now. She hesitated less this time, but she still wasn't totally shameless. She took out his dick and held it gently in her tender fingers. She put her mouth on it and started sucking.

"I want you to take learn to take it deep throat now" he said pressing her head against his dick causing her much discomfort. Her stomach was totally empty so he knew she was not going to throw up. She began to choke, but he had no mercy. Knowing her situation, she continued sucking obediently, till he was on the verge of orgasm.

He pulled her hair to get his dick out of her mouth just before his orgasm, and shot his cum over her face and breasts.

"There!" he said smiling at her tearful cum covered face, "You look much prettier now."

He dragged her by the leash and attached it to the bed. "There's a woman here, her name Dahlia. She will come here in a while, bring you food and bathe you, as prepare your ass for another fuck. Till then, stay right there." he said.

Pankhudi drew her hands and legs closer, and began to cry. He had used her again, and she was still yearning for pleasure. She had been ruthlessly fucked in her every hole, how dirtier could it get? He wanted her to break completely, lose her shame and beg to be fucked like a slut. She knew it, and she knew she was breaking, but could do nothing about it.

Pankhudi has lost a greater part of her shame already. Her arousal was still making her pussy ache. She badly needed to cum. Who would know if she disobeyed her Master? She began to wonder if anyone was really watching. But her need was too great to care even if anyone was. She was tempted to pleasure herself. She gave in to the temptation. She dipped a finger in her dripping wet pussy.

She was so much aroused already, her index finger rubbing over her clit was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was yet to reach climax, she continued touching herself sensually, just the way she used to even before she knew what a man's touch feels like.

She lightly touched her neck and brought her hand down to her breasts, stroking her nipple. Her other hand started stroking the other nipple. She arched her neck and back as she let her body enjoy the blissful feeling she was experiencing. She moved one hand downwards touching the inner side of her thighs stroking them lightly and then touching her already wet and shaved pussy lips. She slipped the finger in between and began to feel her swollen and throbbing clitoris. She rubbed first lightly, then harder and harder. She was unaware how loud her moans were, she was lost in ecstasy, she was hardly aware of anything other than her body and the pleasure that she was experiencing.

She felt the tension rise to a summit. Just before the heavenly release, she let herself fall onto the bed resting her back against the soft satin sheet and spreading her legs wide in ecstasy. Everything around her faded into the background as waves of ecstasy surged through her body and she convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

She opened her eyes after she got her much needed release. She just lay calm on her bed waiting for Dahlia.

After some time, a woman entered her room after knocking the door. Pankhudi was surprised to see her etiquette. She didn't expect someone to treat her with that much respect under captivity. The woman was a middle aged woman, and had a kind expression on her face. She led Pankhudi to the bathroom.

Dahlia prepared a warm water bath for her. She then gave Pankhudi a quick enema and shaved her pussy to make it very smooth again. Pankhudi had experienced it before so she was more cooperative this time. And it was indeed good for her health, considering that she was going to be put through.

Dahlia added some fragrant bath oils to the tub. She asked Pankhudi to lie down in the bathtub. Dahlia had a hand held shower in her hand which she used to soak Pankhudi's hair. She used a fragrant shampoo to wash her hair, and began to scrub the rest of her body clean. Pankhudi was just lying calmly in the tub, enjoying the pampering. The fragrant bath oils coating her skin making it even softer and the lovely aroma was soothing and relaxing her. She didn't think of anything else at the moment.

After the bath, Dahlia offered her a soft towel to dry herself and brought her out of the bathroom. She told her to relax on the bed till she brought her food. The food was amazingly tasty, something she wasn't expecting. Or perhaps it was her hunger that was the best sauce.

Dahlia left her alone to have her food and returned only later to collect the plates. Pankhudi felt really good after the refreshing treatment she was just given. She was naked, but now she was more or less used to it. She had nothing to do other than wait for her Master. At the back of her mind, she as still thinking about the other man who had entered her room before and the warning he gave. That left her mentally disturbed, but there was nothing she could do about it. When no one entered the room for a long time, she fell asleep.

She woke up by a man's touch. It was probably her Master, but she needed to be sure. She could see nothing because she was already blindfolded. She wanted to feel him, but she found herself restrained.

"Relax cupcake" he said. She recognised his voice and calmed down. She sensed something sensual about the ambience - some sort of a gentle fragrance in the room.

She felt him crawl on top of her. She realized he was naked. She got aroused instantly as he was lying on top of her rubbing his body against her, with loving kisses and caresses. He ran his fingers through her freshly washed hair. It had a soft silky feel, and they still had the fragrance of the shampoo. He locked lips with her, and Pankhudi responded more passionately than ever. When their tongues met, she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy, just that it was much stronger now.

She felt him kiss her neck and she was moaning faintly. His hands grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them hard. She felt his tongue on her nipple. She moaned even louder. He was licking her nipples. He was being so loving. No pain, only pleasure, just pure heavenly pleasure! He was actually making love to her this time, just like the first time.

Pankhudi was melting in the heat of her own desires. There was a puddle of her nectar between her pussy lips. No one would tell which fragrance was stronger, the one of the perfumed candles burning nearby or the scent of her arousal. He stroked her curves so sensually; she couldn't help but shudder and moan at his touch. He was highly aroused so see her so responsive. And he seriously was in no mood of hurting her at the moment. He wanted to give her the pleasure she had been craving for.

"You are so beautiful Pankhudi" he whispered in her ears, "You hair, eyes, body...your fragrance, everything about you is simply divine."

Pankhudi had given in to the temptation. When she heard him say that, she surrendered her soul as well. She was restrained in a spread eagle position, she was lying all exposed and vulnerable for him to relish. For the first time, she was enjoying her vulnerability.

Soon she felt the tip of his manhood pressing against the orifice of her pussy. She shamelessly opened her legs wider in anticipation. She wanted him inside very badly.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked.

"Yes Sir" she replied desperately, struggling with the restraints to show her eagerness.

"Then beg for it." he said calmly.

"Please fuck me Sir! Please fuck me!" she said without any shame.

"And why should I fuck you?" he teased her.

"Because I want you...I love you" she said.

He chuckled when he heard the word 'love'. "That, my dear, is a ridiculous reason. Tell me the real reason why you want my cock in your pussy." he said rubbing his hard penis between her pussy lips, making her quiver in desperation.

"I don't know Sir" she cried, "I just need it! Please!"

"I am neither your husband nor your boyfriend. What kind of a girl begs a random man to fuck her?" he said as he continued teasing her throbbing pussy.

Pankhudi felt humiliated. She knew the answer but didn't want to say. But she couldn't control her desires either.

"You are not going to get what you are begging for until I get my answer" he said.

Pankhudi was struggling with herself now. She wanted to be fucked very badly, but how could she use a degrading word for herself? She was fighting a losing battle as every time she felt his cock pressing her clit, she lost her shame more. What was the big deal about one dirty word? - she thought. Her need was far greater.

"A slut" she replied softly.

"Is that what you are?" he asked playing with her nipple.

"Yes" she said in a barely audible voice.

"I can barely hear you. Say it louder, and complete sentence please." He said.

"I am a slut Sir. Please fuck me!" she begged out of shame.

He suddenly pinched her nipple causing her pain, "When I said I want you to be loud, I mean it. Say that as loudly as you can. I don't care if people outside hear it. There is no need to hide the truth from anyone."

"I am a slut. Please fuck me Sir" she said loudly, and tears of humiliation started wetting the blindfold.

"That is not the best you can do." he said coldly, "louder please."

"I AM A SLUT, PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!" she shouted at the top of her voice, and then started crying loudly.

He kissed her lips and helped her calm down. He began stroking her gently again to help her recover from the mental trauma of humiliation he just put her through, and to get her back in the state of arousal. Pankhudi began to melt and moan again. She realized how truly helpless she was. He had so much control over her that he could practically manipulate even her mood.

He suddenly rammed his penis inside her. She jerked at this invasion, she was not expecting it to be so sudden. Overwhelming waves of pleasure were flowing through her body. He started fucking her slowing, making her moan from the depth of her throat with every stroke. She had never imagined that a bondage fuck could be such a pleasurable experience. She had surrendered completely to this man now, he had invaded every hole in her body; she had nothing to hide from him now. She was the enjoying the blissful feeling as she felt his cock move in and out of her.

Within a few minutes, she felt that she was nearing her orgasm. She was breathing heavily and had lost herself completely, she never realised when she began to move her hips to meet his thrusts in want of pleasure. She felt so helpless before the overwhelming desire of her body. And soon she experiences the heavenly orgasmic wave, much more intense that she ever felt before by a clit rub. She felt her pussy muscles contract over his manhood, which was still going in and out of her, like there was nothing that could stop him. He was using her relentlessly, and there she was lying in front of him with wide open legs, begging him to fuck her, like she rightly called herself - slut.

Within a few minutes, she heard him moan in orgasm, and she felt hot semen exploding in the depth of her womb. He had ejaculated inside her wet, willing but unprotected pussy, and exposed her to the risk of an unwanted pregnancy. But he seems to be least concerned about it. All he wanted to do was to use her for his pleasure; he didn't care what happened to her after that. After his orgasm, he collapsed on top of her. A final moan escaped her lips as he withdrew his shaft from within her. She could feel the heat of his body, and the perspiration due to his effort.

There was silence for a few minutes till their breathing slowed down to normal. Then he began to kiss and cuddle her again. A sensual after play is something a woman wants the most after sex. Pankhudi was enjoying the pampering. She naively felt loved.

"Do you think I don't know about the little mischief you indulged in with yourself?" he whispered in her ears. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She began to tremble in nervousness.

"I promised you, I won't harm you as long as you obey, and quite unfortunately you didn't." He said as he continued kissing and cuddling her, "You are not going to like your punishment, snowflake. So wait for it."

He left after making that cold statement, leaving her restrained, blindfolded and a disturbing anticipation of her scheduled punishment.

Pankhudi had no idea for how long she was restrained. After some time, she heard someone enter the room. Her heart started beating faster as the footsteps were heavy. Her blindfold was removed and she saw her Master standing before her with a devilish smile of his lips. He stood there watching her restrained helpless naked body, and how she was responding to his scorching gaze by struggling with the cuffs. She so badly wanted to cover herself, but she was lying all spread and exposed before him. After tormenting her with his lustful gaze for some time, he bent over and released her restraints.

She tried to get up, but he pinned her down almost immediately and got on top of her. She could barely move under him, as he was kissing and licking her face.

"Sir.." she said, "Please tell me what's the date and time...I am feeling very confused"

"I want you to feel that way" he said, groping her roughly and still kissing and licking her.

"I need to know" she said in a firm voice. "I want to know!"

"What you want doesn't matter anymore." he stated plainly.

"What day is it? How long have I been here? I want to talk to my family...How is mom's health? Is she OK?" she asked

"You've got too many questions." he sighed.

"You promised you'd take care of my family" she protested.

"Of course, your family is fine" he said.

"They why don't you let me talk to them?" she said, "It's been an eternity since I have been here."

He didn't answer and continued kissing and groping her. She just wanted him to stop. Being locked up in a room and used as a fuck toy had made her lose her mental balance to some extent. She struggled to push him off her but failed. So she scratched his neck in a desperate attempt to free herself from his grip. He winced in pain and slapped her as a reaction.

"You are lying. Something bad has happened to them. What have you done to them?" she screamed, "I want to talk to my mom, right now!"

"You still haven't learned you place, have you? I didn't want to do this, but you keep forcing me to. Why do you always like to learn the harder way?" he said in a sad tone and got up.

He made a phone call and said, "Two of you come in"

She panicked and tried to drag herself away from him. He grabbed her and cuffed her hands behind her back. She heard a knock on the door of the room.

"Yes, Come in." He Master said, and two men entered the room.

He then grabbed her hair and dragged her towards them. "This whore thinks, I am not good enough for her. Get a good feel of her" he said handing her over to them.

Pankhudi was shocked as she didn't expect anything like this. The two men instantly grabbed her and she felt four male hands moving all over her naked body. She cried and screamed and struggled but the men seem to be enjoying it. Her Master walked away and sat down on the chair enjoying her plight.

"Such lovely tits" one of them said, "and her nipples are really sensitive" he said as all of them delightfully watched her moan amongst her struggle as he was playing with her nipples.

"And this firm ass...I wonder what it would feel like to fuck her there" said the other one replied as he roughly squeezed her ass.

Contd..

[Blue Bull]

She was being groped mercilessly, those two men feeling every inch of her skin. She was struggling to get their hands off her but with her hands cuffed behind her back there was nothing much she could do. She was being treated like she was no human, just an object for their pleasure.

"Stop it!" she screamed, "Stop! I can't take it anymore!"

"Rebellion is not good for the health of a slave. The sooner you learn that, that better it is for you. This is your punishment and you will take it as long as I want you to." her Master said, "Now you might want to keep your mouth shut and allow them to feel you. Speak one more word and I will let them fuck you as well."

Pankhudi shuddered at the thought of being banged by them. The men however were delighted; they began to tease her to provoke her to speak. Rough hands of one of them began to squeeze hard whatever they could grab and the other guy began brushing her with the lightest of touches to tickle her skin. Newly introduced to real sexual sensations, Pankhudi could no longer handle the tactful stimulation. Her legs were getting weak, as she was beginning to respond. She wanted to scream; she wanted to beg them to leave her alone, but she didn't want to be fucked by them. She had to protect whatever was left of her dignity. Her mind had to put up a strong fight against the temptations her body was surrendering to.

She felt a hand up her thigh and between her legs. She closed her legs tightly. She didn't want him to find out how wet she had become. Suddenly she felt the other guy grab her hair and slap her ass hard. He then began to run his fingers through her ass crack. She opened up a little and Rohit could touch her pussy. He smiled as he felt the wetness there.

"This one is a real slut" he said holding her glistening fingers in front of her face. She closed her eyes in shame. The guy standing behind her was standing behind her and squeezing her breasts; she arched her neck and rested her head against his chest. She looked with tearful eyes towards her Master who was enjoying her predicament. She was fighting a losing batting. But she tried her best not to speak.

Her efforts were not in vain. After having relished her pitiful condition for long enough, he Master spoke, "That's enough! Both of you may leave."

The men walked away with a look of disappointment on their faces. Pankhudi stood there all shaken by the ordeal and covered in sweat and tears.

"Come here" he ordered, "Your punishment isn't over yet."

She walked up to him trembling with every step she took. When she reached closed enough he pulled her and made her lie down across his lap on her belly so that he ass was facing upwards, all vulnerable to the brutal spanking she was about to get.

He picked up the paddle lying on the nearby table, and began to caress her ass with it.

"You have been a very bad slave, cupcake" he said playfully, and hit her ass hard.

This was the first time Pankhudi was getting some serious spanking. Her Master found it very arousing to watch her ass cheeks vibrate with every impact. He allowed her to make whatever noises she wanted to make in response, be it screams, groans or moans. He continued spanking her effortlessly, and her ass cheeks gradually turned red. Every other impact was more painful that the previous one because her skin was beginning to break. Her Master was smiling all the while, as he found it very cute to spank his slave. He had planned a far harsher punishment, but later discarded the idea because he felt it should be reserved for later.

Pankhudi didn't say anything now. She just quietly took the spanking. She knew begging him to stop was of no use, no matter how much pain it caused her, she would have to take it as long as he wanted her to. He smiled to realize that she was beginning to learn.

He stopped when he realised that her ass was sore enough that she won't be able to sit even on the soft bed without hurting. He helped her get up. He dragged her to a wooden table lying in the room.

"You are going to sit on this table and masturbate for me, just the way you had done in my absence."

He made her sit on the table. The hard wooden surface pressed against her sore ass caused her much pain. Her groans were music to his ears. He spread her legs and removed her handcuffs and told her to start rubbing her pussy.

She obeyed because she had learned a lesson by now. Her pussy was already wet. She began to rub her clit just the way she had done earlier. Tears of repentance were flowing out of her eyes. She was in pain, and she found it very humiliating to be made to masturbate. But she continued rubbing herself till she began to feel her arousal rising. He helped her by stroking both her nipples. Her ass was hurting with every tiny movement she made, but her nipples and clit were beginning to bring her to ecstasy. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that she was feeling. Just before she could reach orgasm, he pulled her hands away. She moaned in disappointment only to watch a cruel smile on his lips.

He pulled her off the table, turned her around and made her bend over it. He dipped his fingers in her wet pussy and began to transfer her juices to her anus. She trembled when she realized what he was about to do. Struggling was of no use. She just began to brace herself for it. Every time his fingers stroked her desperate pussy, she felt a small wave of pleasure running through her body. When he felt her anus was lubricated enough, she left the tip of his cock pressing against it. She tried to relax her body to be able to accept the invasion without much discomfort. He entered slowly and began to fuck her ass. With every thrust, his hips would hit hard against her sore ass, sending a wave of sharp pain through her body. She had begun to scream now. Now she knew the real meaning of punishment.

He used her sore ass for his pleasure till its summit. She felt like she was nothing other than a little rag he uses to mop up his need. She felt him orgasm inside her ass and then withdraw. He used to normally leave right after fucking her, but this time he stayed. He zipped up his pants and went back on the chair, leaving Pankhudi still bending over the table. He was sitting calmly with his eyes closed and breathing deeply. The poor girl collapsed onto the floor. She was too weak to even stand.

After some time he opened her eyes and called her near. He made her sit on his lap which was still a very painful thing for her. He fondled her hair and kissed her forehead, and hugged her tightly.

"Are you OK kitten?" he asked in a voice full of concern.

Pankhudi had become numb to his kindness now. No matter how much kindness he showed her, he was still a very cruel person and that was a fact. She was sick of this alternating caring-cruel treatment she was getting from him. In fact, any act of kindness from him would only evoke disgust in her mind as she realized he was only feasting on her helplessness. She didn't answer his question. She only wept silently.

"I asked you something" he said in the same soft tone.

Pankhudi lost her composure again and shouted at him, "What answer you want huh? Am I OK? Ask that fucking thing to yourself! Do you expect me to be OK after everything you did to me?" Then she broke into tears and said, "I know you will never let me go...you will keep me here forever, you will use me to your heart's content and then you will throw me in front of your men. Fine! Do it! Do whatever you feel like to me! Who am I to stop you?...I can't do anything...you will destroy everything I am as a person, I know exactly what you are doing to turn me into...just a piece of flesh...with no feelings...I am at your mercy, so helpless and vulnerable to any cruelty you put me through you nasty devil, but do me a favor please...Stop pretending that you care about me. Stop pretending that you are even a human being!"

His changed expression suddenly. He was angry like never before. His sudden emotional outburst caught Pankhudi off guard. He grabbed her hair and said spitefully, "So you think I am cruel? You think I am a devil? Just wait, I'll show you how nasty this devil can get."

He pushed her violently on the floor, like he just didn't care anymore. She hit her head against the marble and began to bleed. He walked up to her and pressed his foot against her neck, he was struggling to control his anger and the devil within him. If he would have lost control, he would have broken her neck with one powerful kick. But he controlled himself with great difficulty and walked out of the room.

He stormed into the room carrying a whip in his hand. He looked at her angrily and she was still lying on the floor. She never saw him that way before, he was always calm and composed, but this time it was different. His fists were convulsing with suppressed rage. When someone is that angry, it isn't a mistake, it is personal. She had definitely hit a sore spot.

He began to rain heavy blows on her naked body, beating her relentlessly and mercilessly, like there was no end to it. She screamed in pain, but her screams only made him wilder. Her skin broke at many places. Her hands were free but she could not do anything to stop him. She got up with great difficulty as he continued whipping her with all his strength. She grabbed his hand with both her hands that made him stop for a while. She looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were red with intense anger.

"Please" she begged "It hurts so much..."

"I don't care if you die today, bitch!" he growled at her. His voice was louder and rougher than ever.

"What are you doing this to me? What have I done?" she begged with tearful eyes.

"You deserve every bit of this! You called me a devil, now I will show you what a devil I am!" he roared spitefully.

He pushed her hard on the floor and began to whip her again. He began to perspire out of the effort he was putting in to inflict pain. But he went on and on, mercilessly. Pankhudi was screaming continuously, he was enjoying her screams, like they were music to his ears. He continued his torture by kicking her hard a few times.

Pankhudi couldn't bear the pain anymore; she had lost most of her energy already. She fell unconscious.

End of Ch. 7...

[Blue Bull]

Knowing him......

Pankhudi woke up screaming. She opened her eyes to find Dahlia staring at her with wide open eyes full of concern.

"What happened dear?" Dahlia asked.

"He wants to kill me...he want to burn me alive!" Pankhudi screamed with her eyes red and tearful. She was trembling in terror. She was totally disoriented, she had totally lost track of time already and now even her perception of reality was badly distorted. She could still feel a lot of pain.

"Who wants to burn you? What happened? You were screaming like something was badly hurting you. What happened Pankhudi? I need to know." Dahlia asked authoritatively.

Pankhudi looked around. She was still lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on her head and welts of the whip on her body. There were no burns on her body, and she was alive. Perhaps when she fell unconscious by the whipping he left her.

"I don't know" Pankhudi said trembling with fear. "I had a bad dream, but it felt so real. When you are living a nightmare, it is hard to tell the difference between reality and bad dreams."

Dahlia helped her get up and gently led her to the bed.

"Calm down dear...please calm down. That much anxiety is not good for your health." she said fondling Pankhudi's head. She was still breathing heavily with red tearful eyes.

"I am scared Dahlia...I want to go home." Pankhudi begged.

Dahlia asked her to lie down and loaded a syringe. "This is an analgesic. It will ease your pain" she said with compassion.

Pankhudi allowed her to inject. Within a few minutes she began to feel the effect of the medicine, her pain indeed became less. Dahlia took her to the bathroom and gave her a gentle warm water bath. The she brought her back to the bed and began to dress her wounds. She was being so caring and gentle, like a motherly figure to Pankhudi.

"He was not always like that..." Dahlia spoke with a heavy heart, "He used to be a loving person, perhaps he still is deep within his heart. But the monster within him overshadows his mind most of the time."

Pankhudi looked at Dahlia as she spoke. She was surprised to know that she knew her tormentor so personally.

"Yes" said Dahlia looking at her, "I knew him since he was a child."

"What made him so bitter?" Pankhudi asked curiously.

"I can't tell you" Dahlia said, "But he has been through a lot more than you know."

Dahlia finished dressing Pankhudi's wounds. She held her Pankhudi's hands and looked straight into her eyes and said, "There is something about you Pankh that soothes him. I pity that ill-fated man. Something turned him into a monster, and I have seen him do horrible things since then. I have been a mute witness to the inhumanity of that human creature for years. There are things I can't speak of."

Dahlia paused for a while to wipe off her tears. "He has been relatively very calm since you came here. I have seen him stare at your pictures for hours together, with sad eyes. Perhaps you are special for him"

"It is so bad in here" Pankhudi said, "Why don't you leave?"

"I can't" Dahlia sighed, "He has taken my son away, only he knows where he is. He has asked me to keep doing my work here and he will keep my son alive. I can't bear to see the tortures he inflicts on his victims, but...I am helpless."

Dahlia began to weep silently. "I'd do anything to see my son again" she said.

Pankhudi hugged Dahlia and began to cry.

"For now I believe you need to rest" said Dahlia loading another syringe. "This will sedate you; your mind has got very agitated. You need to calm down dear."

Pankhudi felt the liquid flow into her vein through the puncture the needle made into her skin. Her eyelids began to feel heavy, Dahlia sat beside her holding her hand till she fell asleep. Pankhudi was in some kind of a trance, neither fully asleep, nor fully awake. She was not sure whether she was dreaming again, but she saw her Master walk into the room again.

"Is she alright now?" he asked Dahlia in a voice full of concern.

"Yes, she is better." Dahlia answered keeping her gaze downwards while speaking to him.

"Her screams got me worried" he said touching Pankhudi, "She is running a temperature."

"Yes" Dahlia replied, "She's got fever. She scared. She had a bad dream."

"Get a blanket for her" he ordered her. Dahlia did as she was told. She returned with a cosy blanket and covered Pankhudi with it. "Thanks, you may leave now" he told Dalia.

He sat down on the bed beside a badly wounded Pankhudi. He was stroking her head gently with eyes full of grief. Pankhudi opened her eyes to find him sitting near her. She would have panicked, but the sedative had calmed her nerves. She held his hand and brought it near her cheek.

"Master..." she said very softy, "Will you please give me a hug?"

He stared at her blankly, like he wasn't feeling anything at the moment, or perhaps too much grief to even express.

"I am feeling scared, I am in a lot of pain" she said tearfully, "My mom used to hug me when I used to be in pain. My mom isn't here now. Will you hug me instead?"

He gently lifted her in his arms and placed her on his lap. He let her rest her head against his chest and put his arms around her, covering her well with the blanket. He could feel her trembling febrile body, and held her even closer trying to comfort her.

"Thanks so much" she said softly as she sank deeper into his arms.

There was silence for a moment. She could feel that even he was sad. "I am sorry Master" she said, "I am sorry for whatever that I might have done to deserve this punishment. But please don't hurt me so much. I won't be able to take it. I'll die." She started weeping silently.

"It wasn't your fault" he said with deep sorrow in his voice, "You didn't do anything to deserve this."

He kissed her forehead and held her in his arms for a long time but didn't say anything. Slowly, she fell asleep. Then he gently put her back on the bed and walked away.

It was difficult to say how much time had passed, but she felt someone shake her. She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see the same man who had visited her earlier.

"Have you seen enough, sweetheart?" he asked with a confident smile, "I told you he ain't exactly the angel you were assuming him to be. Come with me! I'll take you away from all this."

Pankhudi was flustered. She didn't reply.

"What? Are you waiting for him to autopsy you alive? Even after so much humiliation and such brutal whipping, you aren't sure about him?" he said, "Look dear, you really don't know anything. He is far more cruel than you can imagine. You will suffer even more now. I really like you, that is why I want to help you."

"I don't need your help" Pankhudi replied quietly.

"You are brave I must say" the man replied with a cheeky smile, "And also foolish. You can't even see what he is doing to you. He is using you like a fuck toy. He just pretends to care about you. He is intelligent and great at anticipating the human mind. He has so much control over you that it is a piece of cake for him to manipulate you as per his wish. It is your blind faith in him that makes you weak."

Pankhudi looked at him blankly.

Then he chuckled and continued, "Well let me remind you something else, the other day we all heard you call yourself a slut. And believe me we all got an erection hearing your loud slutty moans and each and every man out there is waiting to feast upon you. Trust me that day is not far when all of the men here are going to have their dicks inside all your holes. The 2 guys who felt you the other day told all of us how wonderful your body feels, that has heightened everyone's eagerness and anticipation."

Pankhudi broke down in tears. She didn't have anything to say.

"Oh don't you cry doll. It's high time you open your eyes to the truth. He ain't exactly your knight in shining armour. You are nothing but a fuck toy for him" the man said consoling her, "I have a deal to offer you. You want to leave here, don't you? You allow me to make love to you for a few times and I will help you escape this place. He has gone away for a few days, leaving me in charge. Maybe we could have our little fun and I help you get out of here before he returns. Look it is always better to do it with one guy rather than those hundreds waiting for you outside. And if you co-operate, I'll do it nicely and make sure this will be our little secret."

He grabbed Pankhudi and pulled her closer. He began to kiss her. Pankhudi had surrendered as the man began to run his hands all over her body. Her skin was broken by the whipping and her body was sore. She could only feel pain by his touch. She didn't have much energy left to resist. She quietly let it happen.

He bent over to kiss her lips. When he was close enough so the she could feel his breath on her skin, a sudden feeling of disgust erupted in the back of her mind and she pushed him away.

"NO!" she shouted at him, "Get away! I belong to my Master. And I trust him."

The man was now angry. His persuasion tricks hadn't worked on her. He grabbed her harder causing her much pain. She screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted at her, "That is too much loyalty for a slut! You are nothing other than a worthless piece of flesh and all you need is a dick, doesn't matter whose."

He slapped her hard and began to force himself on her. Pankhudi was already in so much pain, she could barely even move. He began to grab her breasts and nibbled in an animalistic way. Tears welled up in her eyes thinking of her impending bang. She barely had any energy to even scream for help. Even if she did, she knew no one would come for her help.

"You have an interesting way of working, Roy." she heard her Master's voice. Both Pankhudi and the man were shocked to see him standing by the door that he molester had carelessly left open. Her Master heard everything they had been talking.

Roy began to tremble and he took steps backwards. "I thought you had left...I..I..It wasn't my fault" he said, "It was her...she was trying to seduce me..." Roy stopped speaking when he realized how pathetic his attempt to defend was. Pankhudi watched her Master grabbed Roy's left hand and twist it behind his back. Roy was too scared to even try to defend himself.

"You are left handed aren't you?" her Master asked as he gripped Roy's left thumb in a sinister device meant for cutting fingers.

Roy screamed as he felt the metal grip his them, "Please boss, I am sorry...please don't, it was a mistake, won't do it again...please give me one chance, I am sorry."

"Every mistake deserves a punishment" he replied coldly, "And yes I am giving you a chance by sparing your life, if you touch her again, I will cut off your hand."

Pankhudi watched in horror as her Master cut off the thumb of Roy's functional hand causing him much disability. While Roy was screaming in pain, her Master's expression was surprisingly calm. He walked towards her and held her face between his palms. She was still quivering with the trauma of being molested and the act of brutality she just witnessed.

"Are you OK?" he asked her.

She was overwhelmed. She hugged him and said tearfully, "I am scared Sir, I am very scared. Please don't let them touch me...please. I am yours...only yours! I'll do anything you say, I'll take as much pain as you want me to, I'll take all punishments, I'll suffer anything for you, but please don't let other men touch me." She took his hands and placed them around her neck and closed her eyes and tears escaped her through their corners. "When you are done with me, strangle the life out of me with your own hands. I know you don't love me, but I do. I'd rather die at your hands than be touched by another man. I am not a slut Master, please don't make me one."

Something changed within him that instant. Her words touched his human side. He held Pankhudi in his arms.

"Calm down, cupcake" he said softly tying a blindfold around her eyes, "You will stay in my room now."

She was still very weak; she was still running a temperature. He wrapped her carefully in a sheet and carried her in his arms up to his room.

He put her feet down once inside his room, and removed the blindfold and the sheet from her body. She once again stood naked before him with her head bowed. It was painful for him to look at the wounds that brutal whipping had caused on her body. He opened the closet and picked up one of his finest white shirts. He told her to put in on. After being naked for so long, she was glad to wear it. She slipped it onto her body. Since he was much taller than her, his shirt covered her up to a little above her mid thigh. She had to fold up the sleeves. He smiled to watch her struggling with the sleeves as she looked cute as she did that. She was happy that he allowed her to put something on. She was smiling. It had been a long time since he let any woman stay with him in his room. He sat down on the bed and delightfully watched her explore the room like a curious kitten.

The room was spacious and the most magnificent she had ever seen. Everything in the room was so exquisite. The curtains were maroon in colour complementing the light coloured walls. There were some beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. The furniture was natural brown, decked with brilliant decor. There was a large king sized bed, with soft mattress covered with satin sheets. The floor was covered with a beautiful Persian carpet. There was a bookshelf with a collection of his favourite books, perhaps he loved to read.

She saw a violin placed on a table and curiously walked towards it. She was running her tender fingers over it, she really loved music. "Wow! A violin! Do you play this, Sir?" she asked curiously.

"Yes" he said smiling at her. Pankhudi was feeling very happy and excited that moment, he just wanted her to be that way for a while.

Everything was so perfectly arranged in the room. It gave an impression that he was the perfectionist kind of person. She spotted a broken photo frame placed on the table near the bed. It looked very odd. Everything in that room was perfect, unblemished. Then what was the broken picture doing there? She picked up the frame and began to look at it intently. There was a picture of a little girl hugging her teddy bear behind the broken glass. The lovely doe-eyed girl had a beautiful smile.

He gently took the frame from her hand and put it back on the table and said "Leave it alone."

She continued exploring the room. She saw a glass tank that contained his pet scorpion. It was a beautiful enclosure, with sand, a few barks. It was meant to mimic the scorpion's natural habitat. The scorpion was different from that had stung her. She began to look at it curiously.

"That's the Deathstalker" he said, "Its venom is very powerful and you don't wanna mess with it.

He opened the curtain for her and for the first time in the last few days, she saw sunlight. She realized she was held in a large house built at a height above the sea level, and this particular room was on the top floor. It was evening and the room was facing the west. The mild evening sunrays were decorating the room with their golden touch. The room had a spacious terrace, separated from the room by a wall made up of clear glass; it offered the view of a beautiful rocky shore. She had always been much attached to the ocean because the town she grew up in was situated in a coastal area. She was thrilled to see such a marvellous view; he could see that on her face. He opened the glass door to allow her to enter the terrace.

She entered like a frolicking child. She walked up to the railing. And she stood there smiling, trying to contain the ecstasy she was feeling within her heart. She was feeling free - free from the darkness of the room she was kept in, free from the chains, handcuffs, blindfolds and shameful nakedness. The cool evening sea breeze was playing with her tresses and the sound of the sea waves hitting the shore filled her ears. It was the beginning of month of June, just before the monsoons. The sea waves were wild. She felt his hands tracing the curves of her waist. He hugged her from behind and gently kissed her cheek. She began to tremble in his embrace as fear clouded her mind again.

"Isn't this a beautiful place to be, sweetheart?" he whispered in her ear, "It's been so long since I had a companion I could spend such beautiful evenings with. It's been long since I held someone in my embrace.." he said resting his chin on her shoulder.

The setting sun was a marvel to behold. He held the nervous girl in his arms till the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. She wasn't reacting, but within her heart, she was still afraid of him. He turned her and locked lips with her in a passionate kiss.

He led her inside the room. It was dark by now.

He looked at his pet scorpion and smiled. He pulled her hand and took her towards the enclosure.

"Lemme show you something interesting" he said with the enthusiasm of a child. He shone a UV torch on the tank and the scorpion began to glow. Pankhudi was amazed to see the glowing creature move about in its enclosure.

"Scorpions glow in black light. They are such amazing predators." he said with a lot of excitement in his voice, "I am very fond of them."

"I know Sir" she replied meekly.

He turned off the UV torch and turned on the lights. He held her gently in his arms and gave her a light kiss on her lips.

"Let's have a bath together" he said as he led her to the bathroom.

"Undress me" he said.

Pankhudi started unbuttoning his black shirt. She smiled at her inexperienced effort as she fumbled with his buttons. The colour of the shirt made a great contrast with his fair skin. As she unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off his shoulders, she could see his sculpted masculine physique once again. She was mesmerized. He had a flow of muscles over his body, and then there those intriguing scars on his skin that she had seen before. A lot of thoughts clouded her mind.

She knelt before him to unbuckle his belt. She then unzipped his pants and pulled it down. She was still lost in her thoughts. She snapped out of her thoughts when he called out her name. She removed his briefs and stood before him obediently waiting for his next order.

He prepared a warm aroma bath that was going to be soothing and easy on her broken skin. He took off the shirt she was wearing and sat down in the bathtub with her.

"Come bathe me" he said pulling her closer by her hand. She began to gently scrub his body; he was enjoying her company so much that he was smiling all the time. But she wasn't. She was closely observing the scars on his body and was in deep thought. He saw her face and knew there were a lot of disturbed thoughts racing through her mind. He grabbed her hand that was moving on his body and looked at her. She panicked.

"Is there something you wanna talk about?" he asked her firmly.

"Its nothing Sir" she stuttered in fear.

"Its ok, speak." He assured her.

"I had asked earlier...but you didn't answer...I mean these scars...what happened...I mean how..." she spoke in a broken sentence. But he understood what she was trying to say.

"Why do you care?" he asked plainly.

"Because I believe you are a good man" she said as she took a deep breath, "I don't know anything about you Sir, I don't even know your name...and I even feel scared of you sometimes, but I know that when we were lost in the forest, when we were in danger, we were hungry, you always put me before yourself. You starved yourself so that I could eat, you walked barefoot through the forest even if it was hurting you, you took so much pain so that I wouldn't get hurt. A man shows his true nature in adverse conditions, and I know your true nature is good and caring..."

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[Blue Bull]

She held his hand lovingly she and said, "I care about you, just like you care about me"

"It don't have good memories about my past Pankh, that's why I don't like to talk about it." He said.

Pankhudi understood what he meant. Suddenly a flashback of her own abuse flashed across her mind and she began to cry. "It must have been so painful." she said holding his hand close to her cheek.

He held her close as she was crying. He was trying to console her. "Pankh, it's alright." He said.

He hugged her and kissed her. He held her in his arms till she stopped crying. They didn't speak a word after that.

After the bath, he gave her another shirt to wear. He offered her to have dinner with him, they sat on the dining table together where the servants had arranged the food. She was very nervous eating in his presence. She could eat very little despite her hunger. He sensed her uneasiness.

"Hey..." he said, "Relax, it's ok. Please have your food, I need to give you some very strong pain killers and taken on an empty stomach, they'll do more harm than good."

He saw her speed up a little and smiled. After dinner he took her back to room, and gave her a bunch of pills, one of them was a contraceptive, along with a glass of water and said, "You are going to need all of these."

She took the pills and the glass of water. She consumed all the pills one by one.

He then asked her to take off the shirt and lie down. He dimmed the lights. She was apprehensive. She was praying that he didn't want to fuck her. She was still in pain, and having sex would be even more painful. He saw her apprehension and sighed. He didn't say anything and started applying an ointment to her wounds.

"I've never been very fond of women" he said, "All my life I have heard that women are very loving, caring angels. It's all bullshit you know!"

Pankhudi didn't know how to react. She was just listening, lying naked in front of him while he gently continued applying the ointment.

"But there was something about you, since the very first time I saw you. I always felt very calm around you, I still do. Perhaps it is the innocence in your eyes...I don't know. A lot of people have seen the scars of my body Pankh, but only you could see the scars of my mind. You've seen me through all the bad thing. I always got that special feeling for you Pankhudi, I can't call it love...I don't know what it is, I just feel calm around you."

Pankhudi didn't know what to say. He asked her to turn around and started applying the ointment on her back.

"I don't know if I am the unfortunate one, but I never got a reason to respect women. My father was a rich man, but he wasn't born rich. He worked hard all his life to earn that much wealth. My birthmother.. well she left him for a richer man. I have grown up seeing my father live with the pain of loneliness and heartbreak. She didn't care about me either. She just walked away. My father had to marry again because I needed a mother. That turned out to be a bad decision. They say when problems come they don't come singly, they come in battalions. Nothing was alright since my step mother came in our house. Dad's business suffered heavy losses; we had huge loans to repay. Dad had to wind up the business, sell property and other assets. After that he went abroad to make a fresh start."

Pankhudi was listening with a lot of interest. He had been a mystery to her for a long time. She was finding it very fascinating to know about him. He finished tending to her wounds and tucked her in. He slipped into the sheets close to her, held her in his arms and continued, "She was a very abusive woman, and since Dad wasn't around to protect me anymore, she was free to exploit my vulnerability. She blocked all the ways I could communicate with dad. She threatened to hurt me even more if I told anyone. Why does it have to hurt being a child?"

She could feel the pain in his voice, as his heart got heavier. "So many years...of pain, suffering and humiliation. She thought she could break me. But she couldn't. How long could she hurt me? What didn't kill me, made me angry and bitter. I grew up, and swore revenge. My father died a natural death, unfortunately on a foreign land. I inherited a lot of wealth after his death. Money is power. I waited for the right moment and I had my revenge. I made her pay for everything she did to me." He said spitefully.

"What did you do?" Pankhudi asked in a worried tone.

"I killed her" he said coldly, "I gave the dreadful death she deserved. I tortured her for several days before I killed her. Each and every scream of hers was my reward. I made her pay for all those times she made me scream. I tortured her so much that she begged for her death. For the world, she went missing and her body was never found. No one could find her because I shredded her into a million pieces."

Pankhudi listened in horror as she saw bitterness and anger on his face.

"And then there was Dahlia" he continued, "She was my neighbour. She saw everything, she knew everything, but she did nothing to help me. Now I am making her suffer the same way. The most important lessons of life are learned through pain. She must bear the pain of forever being a mute witness to cruelty just like what she chose to do when she saw me suffering."

There was silence for some time. After a while his expression changed to a sorrowful one. "That abusive bitch is dead" he said, "I killed her, I had my revenge...but it still hurts, I am still not OK Pankh."

Pankhudi could feel his sorrow. She hugged him tightly.

"Maybe you need a hug Master" she said innocently, "When my father used to beat me, it used hurt so much. Then my mom always hugged me and told me that everything was going to be alright. And all the pain used to go away."

He was overwhelmed to see her innocence and how she could hug him without the slightest hesitation after all that he put her through. He too put his arms around her and closed his eyes to feel the warmth of her affectionate hug. For some time they were lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Even after everything I did to you, you still don't hate me..." he spoke with a heavy heart, "I feel I made a mistake by bringing you here. You don't deserve all this. You are a wonderful person Pankh. I wish I could be like you...I wish I could still be human."

"You could move on Sir," she said lovingly, "You could find a nice girl, marry her, have lovely children...a family and..."

She didn't complete her sentence because she noticed a sudden change in his expression. He looked extremely distressed. He suddenly sat up on his bed. Pankhudi got scared seeing such a reaction. She remembered what had happened last time when she said something that disturbed him emotionally. She was so afraid; she didn't dare to say anything after that.

"You get some sleep, I need to be alone for a while" he said as he got up and walked towards the balcony.

She could see him through the glass. He stood with his hands on the railing his back facing her. She watched him look up towards the beautiful night sky. It was full of stars but there was no moon. The night was very dark, perhaps his life was darker.

Pankhudi couldn't sleep out of apprehension. She was worried that he might punish her. But the sedative she had consumed took over her fear and anxiety, and her eyelids began to feel heavy. She fell asleep.

Pankhudi woke up in the morning as the rays of the morning sun kissed her eyelids. She sat up on her bed, and suddenly realized that she was in her own apartment. She was shocked because of this was so sudden and unexpected. She felt around her neck, the collar had been removed. For a moment she wondered if she had been dreaming all this time. But she wasn't. The wounds on her body were very much real. She was naked under her bed sheet.

She got out of her bed and checked her mobile phone that she had left in her drawer. She so desperately wanted to know the date and time. It was Thursday, 7 am. She had spend only 3 days with him, but since she was kept in the dark without the knowledge of date and time, it felt like an eternity. She was so badly confused because of the psychological stress she was put through; she could hardly even orient herself to whatever has been happening. Everything happened so fast, but it felt like an eternity.

She found an envelope placed on a dressing table with a fresh red rose on it. She picked up the envelope and opened it to find a letter inside it. She recognized the handwriting. It read -

My precious Pankhudi,

I believe it is time I give you what you deserve the most - your freedom. A person's will breaks when they are pushed beyond their limits, subjected to brutality beyond their endurance. It poisons their soul and makes them bitter for life. Something changes forever, they can never be the same again. Pain and suffering destroys everything good that exists in a person, and leaves behind either a broken lifeless puppet or a disturbed violent creature. But you still so lily white. You are still the same sweetheart, just the way you were when I first saw you, sweet and loving. Your heart is still pure like a delicate dewdrop that I could hold gently on my palm forever. The innocence in your eyes is still so unblemished. That is because you, my darling, are truly incorruptible.

Love,

Armaan

Pankhudi began to cry with the letter in her hand. Whether those were tears of joy or sorrow, she couldn't tell. She was happy that she was free, she has been more or less a captive submissive after all. She never really had a choice to get away from him. But deep within her heart, she was missing him. It was just last night that she felt a bond developing with him, she was beginning to know him, understand him, but he suddenly chose to leave her. But she had so many questions in her mind. Why she had to feel that way for a person who had tormented her so much? She had no answers. She just knew that she felt strongly bonded to him, she could feel him - his love, his hate, his anger, his despair, his pain...and now she knew his name.

She was feeling free, for the first time in so many days. Since Armaan had started stalking her, she didn't have a single peaceful moment. She was constantly under fear of what he would do to her next. But not anymore. She still feared him, she had no doubt regarding what he was capable of doing, but she knew that he won't hurt her anymore. She called home and spoke to her family. They were fine, just like he had said. He had been watching over them as he had promised.

A day later she got a call from a well known company. It was an offer for a job. Perhaps Armaan had referred her name. She was called for an interview after a week. She was immediately selected and the salary offered was much higher than that of her previous job. Not just that, everyone in the office was particularly nice to her. She was very happy about her new job.

Several days went by. He never tried to contact her and there was no way she could. The wounds of the torture were beginning to heal, so was her life. She was beginning to live again, she was happy to realize that her life was still unharmed, just like it used to be before he came in her life, just like he said it would be when had promised her. She kept getting flashbacks of the time she spent with him in his room. It was the most wonderful time they spend together. She remembered how she was curiously exploring everything in his room, how all the things in his room were telling her so much about him. She still had a good memory of the face of the beautiful little girl in the broken picture frame. The girl's eyes were very similar to Pankhudi's. Armaan had told her his story alright, but it was not all of it. There was still something about him that she still didn't know.

Pankhudi felt very different about herself since he set her free. All that she had been through, it actually made her feel stronger. She had these dark desires within herself for a long time, she wanted to be dominated, and treated just like she was treated. There was a strange sense of satisfaction among her feelings of fear and anguish. She felt a strange calmness in her own agitated mind. She dreamt about Armaan several times. The fear she felt for him thrilled her. Since he left her, she could feel some sort of a void in her life. Sometimes she felt like talking to him, she wished she could find a way to contact him, but there was no way she could trace him.

She thought she'd call Nisha back, but she wasn't too sure about it. What if Armaan wasn't done with her yet? What if he comes back to torment and brutalize her again? He still had the evidence against her that could ruin her life. She couldn't take the risk. She didn't want Nisha to get hurt in all this.

Pankhudi continued living alone. She carried on with her life. The monsoon started, it began with the gentle drizzle of June to the thundering downpour of July.

It was one such night, when it was raining heavily and the sound of the thunder echoed pursuing the flashes of lightning across the sky. Pankhudi had returned from her office, and she didn't go to college. It was night and there was a power cut so it was very dark already. She was cooking her dinner in the kitchen in the light of a candle and a flashlight.

She heard her doorbell ring. She wasn't expecting anybody, at least not in such a frightening rainy night. It was already very dark, and her sixth sense was warning her of something. She opened the door. She saw a tall man standing before her, when she shone the flashlight on his face, she nearly screamed. She began to tremble thinking why he had come back in her life.

Armaan stood in front of her, tall and strong, but all drenched in the rain and his expression was very sad.

"I wanted to go home..." he said in a sad voice, "I lost my way."

"What do you want?" Pankhudi asked trembling with fear.

"Shelter for some time...it's raining and I.. " he said in a surprisingly submissive tone, his sentence was interrupted by the sound of thunder.

Pankhudi didn't know what to say. She stood there perplexed.

"It's ok..." he said in a breaking voice, "I'll...go away..."

He turned to leave. Pankhudi could not comprehend his strange behaviour. But instinctively she said, "No wait, come in."

She didn't know why she called him in. Deep in her heart she feared him, but she couldn't see a logical threat. What could he possibly do to her now that he couldn't have done earlier?

He was completely drenched in the downpour. She made him sit down on the sofa and offered him a towel to dry his head. He was dazed, like she had never seen him before. It was very dark, she couldn't see details of his expression, but she knew he was very sad. He sat there quietly.

"Are you OK, Sir?" she asked him.

He didn't respond. She began to dry his head with the towel. He still didn't say anything. Pankhudi was very much mystified to see him like that. He had come to her house walking through such heavy rain and now he wasn't speaking anything.

She made tea for him. Her hand trembled as she offered him the cup. He looked up at her and smiled weakly. He took the cup from her hand and thanked her. She went back to the kitchen and continued cooking. She thought maybe she should cook some more food for her guest. When the food was ready, she asked him if he would like to have dinner with her and he accepted after much hesitation. They had dinner quietly. She was expecting him to say something but he wasn't speaking a word.

After dinner, she broke the silence.

"Are you OK?" she asked again, "Please say something Sir."

"I don't know" he replied softly and became very quiet again.

Pankhudi didn't know what to say further. She looked at outside the window and said, "I don't think the rain's gonna stop anytime soon. You can stay here for the night, it's alright."

"Are you sure?" he asked looking at her. She nodded in affirmation.

She sat down beside him and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

"I wanted to go home" he said taking a deep breath, "I don't know the way...I don't know...where my home is..."

Pankhudi still didn't understand anything. But she didn't find it right to trouble him with questions, at least not now. The way his sentences were breaking, she could feel that he is actually breaking within himself.

"I think you should rest for a while" she said holding his arm, "Perhaps, you'll feel better."

"Perhaps..." he said with his eyes closed.

She led him to her bedroom. He was just as acquainted with her house as she was. She asked him to take off his wet clothes and gave him a towel to dry himself. He pulled the sheet over himself and was lying on the bed quietly. She lit a candle and placed it on a table. The flickering light filled the humble room. She sat down beside him quietly.

"Pankh" he said, "Please come closer...I need you."

She lied down next to him and he slowly held her in his arms, and kissed her cheek.

"I wish I wasn't so bad..." he said with very sad eyes.

"What happened?" Pankhudi asked.

"I lost my family Pankh" he said, "...and it was my fault."

Pankhudi got a faint idea about the cause of his grief. But so many things were still not clear. She just waited for him to speak.

"I tried to move on...it didn't work. So many years of struggling to survive...and then I grew up, met this girl Shalini. She was a nice girl, I thought she loves me, and she'd make me feel OK. I used to feel happy around her. But deep within I wasn't OK, I think I can never be OK. I have to live with this demon within me forever."

Pankhudi was listening patiently. She didn't interrupt.

"I married Shalini, everything was fine, I was beginning to live again. We were blessed with a beautiful daughter, I named her Priya. She meant the world to me. I loved my princess more than anything."

Even in the darkness she could see his anguish on his face. She touched his face gently and urged him to continue.

"My anger...it is my greatest curse. I can't control myself sometimes, especially if something reminds me of my terrible childhood days. I don't like to think or talk about my past. But something brings back bad memories, and I can't control my rage. Even after having my revenge, my mind is not at peace. Shalini wasn't the most sensitive person. She knew about me, but she wasn't always careful enough to tread lightly in situations that could make me lose my temper. I used to get mad at her and I hurt her several times. I was my fault, I agree, she didn't deserve that. And one day she couldn't take anymore, she left, and took my daughter along. Priya was just 2 years old when Shalini took her away"

"It was one of the most painful moments of my life. I didn't know what I could have done to make it better. I didn't hurt her on purpose. I can't control this monster within me. I missed my daughter more than anything. She was the only ray of hope in the dark life that I was living. I may have hurt my wife, but I never hurt Priya."

He held on to Pankhudi even tighter. Pankhudi would have otherwise panicked but this time she was calm. She had a strong reassuring feeling that he was not going to hurt her. She hugged him and started fondling his hair.

"Shalini divorced me. It was proved that I am suffering from a mental illness, and Priya's custody was given to my wife. I really missed my princess, but then I used to think that perhaps it is better if she stays away from me...perhaps safer." He took a deep breath and continued, "But Shalini began to act nasty since the divorce. She knew I loved my daughter a lot and so she began to use this as a way to torture me emotionally. For what I did to her in anger and emotional flare-up, she wanted to take her revenge in cold blood. She wouldn't even let me meet or talk to my daughter. She always told me that Priya was happier without me."

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