Adultery REPOST: Blackmail and Public Humiliation of Riya

[namitha69simi]

REPOST OF AN OLD STORY COPIED FROM NET


A guy got out from the other car, whom Riya had noticed a couple times at the college. Rakesh was often seen around the college supplying computers and other stuff to students. Riya didn't really know him. He was older, in late twenties. She's heard that he supplies all kinds of computer stuff, games, software, videos etc. at throwaway prices , and so a lot of guys and girls were friendly with him. There were others in his car as well, but Riya couldn't see who they were.

He walked up to the Kiran’s car and said hello to everyone. All of the girls seemed to know him well. He looked at Riya and smiled. He introduced himself and extended his hand towards her saying “ke-mon aachen?” (‘how are you’ in Bengali). Riya smiled back saying “Bhalo” (‘fine’) and shook his hand. They made small talk for a minute, and then he went back to his car and they all started off.

They drove slowly enjoying the early winter weather. The traffic was slow and dense, but the time passed well with the girls talking about the swimming pool at Shimla and the food and beer Rakesh was going to get. They explained to her that this weekend she was a guest, but if she passed the test and became part of the group she would have to chip in with food and other expenses like the others.

Though she didn’t approve of the idea of girls drinking beer, Riya told them that only seemed fair and she would never complain about chipping in, hoping that they would tell her more about the test....but nobody mentioned it again. They continued to drive on the highway. About an hour later Rakesh stopped at a roadside restaurant. Rakesh & Kiran went in to fetch some samosas & tea in flasks while others stayed back in their respective cars. The only delay was when Kiran ran up to Rakesh's window again, checking directions, Riya thought.

Shortly after they left the restaurant dusk started to settle in, Riya watched the sun drop in the West and began to notice how much more isolated it was up here. The villages grew further and further apart and the traffic on the road became lighter. As they passed a one small town, Rakesh pulled into the parking lot of a motel, and they decided to stop there for the night.

As the guys got out of the car, Riya realized that she really knew only one of them, and he gave her the creeps. His name was Jeet, and she was in her English class. He was overweight and pimply, and was one of those guys who always stared at her.

Rakesh and Kiran each got a room, and the girls and guys all piled in accordingly laying blankets on the floor. Riya tried to find out more about the test, but none of the girls would say much.

The next morning they set off again, but after about fifty minutes Riya noticed that Rakesh's right hand blinker was on. She hoped nothing was wrong with his car, as they were over halfway there according to Kiran. She sat up and peered ahead trying to determine why he was pulling over near another hotel. Kiran pulled in behind Rakesh as he jumped from his car. The boys all trotted to the men's room.

The five girls climbed out of the car to stretch their legs. None of them had to go, and soon the guys were back out.

"Okay, let's load up." Kiran nodded and started back to the driver’s door. She turned to Riya and casually said, "Riya, you ride with the boys for the rest of the way."

Surprised, Riya stopped in her tracks, and looked about nervously. She was about to ask why, when Kiran came around and pulled her to one side.

"Its time for you to begin the test now Riya," Kiran said suddenly serious. "From here on out, your success in the test depends on doing exactly as you're told."

Riya looked into the older girl's eyes for a sign of what this might mean, what she might have to do, but didn't find one.

"What will I have to do?" Riya asked, feeling a rush of adrenaline in her stomach.

"Nothing that we ALL haven't had to do." Kiran replied. "It's not so bad. You might even find it enjoyable and funny." She looked Riya in the eye with a glint of mischief.

Riya looked over to the car where the guys were standing waiting, and started to feel a little scared. How bad could it be? Kiran noticed her apprehension.

"If you don't want to go," Kiran told her curtly, "let us know now and we'll drop you in the next town and put you on a bus to Delhi."

Still scared, Riya thought for a second and realized that if she went back there would be all kinds of questions from her parents for which she didn't have answers. Plus she knew that going home now, would be end of her hanging around with these girls, and besides they had all passed the test, they were just trying to scare her.

She turned to Kiran and said "What would make you think that I would even consider going back."

"Good girl. We'll see you at the Bungalow."

Kiran opened the trunk and pulled out Riya's bag and walked it over to Rakesh, who took it and put it in the trunk of his car. Kiran winked at him as she walked back to the other girls.

Riya walked around the passenger side and climbed in the door that one of the guys was holding open for her. As if she wasn't nervous enough, the smile on his face made her feel even worse. Sliding to wards the middle, she saw the creepy Jeet. She also noticed another guy from college whose name she didn't know in the front seat. She avoided any contact with Jeet who was sitting directly behind the driver’s seat and she made her body even smaller when the other guy, Tarun climbed in next to her.

"OK everybody we're ready to go" said Rakesh as he closed the door. He turned the key and started the car and kept the engine idling.

Rakesh turned to the back seat.

"Riya before we go....please take off your shoes."

"What?" she asked, not sure she'd heard right.

"Riya, until you pass the test, you don't get to ask questions. Your shoes or the bus!"

Riya felt her face flush with embarrassment, and started to look around at the other guys before realizing that that only made it worse. She slowly leaned forward and began to remove her left shoe.

"No," Rakesh stopped her. "Put your foot up on the edge of the seat."

Riya pulled her foot up on the edge of the seat. She looked up and noticed that she had the rapt attention of all four guys. It really gave her the creeps.

"Gently remove the shoe."

Slowly, she undid her shoe and then eased it off of her foot. Rakesh held out his hand for it. She started to feel a bit dizzy as she undid the other shoe.

"Socks too, Riya"

Riya hesitated and then stripped off her right sock, then her left, and passed them to Rakesh. She instinctively stuck her feet under the seat in front of her. Four sets of eyes stared at her, and then broke into nervous smiles.

"OK. Everyone. We're off."
Embarrassed at this strange request, but relieved, Riya leaned forward in the seat. Not wanting to have even the most incidental contact with the boys sitting on either side of her, she did everything she could to make herself smaller. As Rakesh pulled back on the highway and headed north, she hunched her shoulders forward to make her breasts look as small as possible.




REPOST OF AN OLD STORY COPIED FROM NET

[namitha69simi]

Part 03

The boys continued to talk about the trip, the need to start a campfire as soon as they got there, what food to get and how much it would cost, and most importantly would they have enough money. They never acknowledged her again. It was as if she didn't even exist. Relaxed, Riya eased back slowly and closed her eyes wishing the ride to go faster.

It was strange she thought, if anyone of these guys stopped by her house when she was barefoot it wouldn't have bothered her a bit. So why was she so embarrassed about Rakesh making her to taking off her shoes and socks? Perhaps it was because that he took them away? Or that she had no choice? That had to be it!

She nestled into the seat and tried to doze off, while at the same time not moving any nearer to the boys.

But sleep wouldn’t come easily and the more she thought about the shoe episode the more uneasy she became. Only, she couldn’t pinpoint the reason for her uneasiness. At first she thought that it was nerves, but quickly realized that she had to go to the bathroom. 

Now, How was she going to handle this? Would they just ignore her and let her go in her pants? No. Rakesh would never let someone do that to his nice car. She would just hold on. They would have to go again as well and she could tough it out.

Sure enough, not long afterwards, Tarun leaned forward and said," Rakesh, how about a piss stop?"

"OK. It's all that coffee we had in the morning. I'm due myself."

Putting on his blinker Rakesh waited until the directional on Kiran's car came on as well and pulled over to the side of the road. Riya noticed that this wasn't a proper rest area. It was the middle of the forest. As Riya wrestled with how she should handle this, the boys jumped out and walked a few hundred feet and started to piss with their backs to the car. Looking over her shoulder she saw Kiran and the other girls heading for the woods.

She climbed out of the car as the boys were finishing and had their backs to her. She opened the front door and reached for her shoes when she heard Rakesh turn around and shout "What are you doing?"

"Getting my shoes"

"No shoes. You didn't ask for them, so you'll have to do without them." He looked at his watch. "You've got sixty seconds."

"I can't go in sixty seconds"

"Maybe you could have if you went along with us" he said laughing.

Not even considering the alternative Riya headed for the woods. Carefully watching where she put her feet she picked her way through the bushes until she had some privacy.

Quickly pulling down her @jeans and panties she relieved herself. Finished, she realized that she had nothing to wipe herself with and closing her eyes grabbed a fistful of leaves ....and prayed it wasn't poison ivy. Quickly and carefully she pulled her clothing back on and walked her way back to the car.

When she came out of the woods Rakesh was waiting there staring at his watch. "Three minutes, Riya. That's not good enough."

She looked around and was surprised that Kiran's car was gone. She looked again at Rakesh, who was now smiling. She looked at the other guys. They all seemed very nervous and were looking at the ground.

"They've already gone ahead," said Rakesh. "They know where to stop for us."

For the first time, Riya began to feel really scared. Now she was alone in the middle of a forest with these four guys.

"We'll deal with your lateness later," he said. "Let's get going."

As she approached the car door, Tarun again held it open for her. Again he smiled in a way the made her tingle with apprehension as she slid into the seat.

Rakesh sat in the driver’s seat but made no effort to start the car. He appeared to be contemplating about something. Suddenly Riya had a premonition that he was going to make another demand on her. What could it be this time? Would he be asking for… Scared of even contemplating, she just sat motionless staring blankly at him. 

Instead, she saw him motion to the guy in the front seat. "Ajit, where's that thing I gave you?" he asked. The guy in the front seat, opened the glove compartment and handed something to Rakesh, who turned around in his seat to face her.

"Put this on," he said, handing it to her.

Riya looked down to see a blindfold. She just stared at it.

For a moment, there was no sound except the birds on nearby trees chirping.

Riya realized that if she put it on she wouldn’t be able to see the guys, what they would be doing or even where they were going. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and trying as hard as possible to keep her shoulders hunched and her elbows and arms in tight around her body, she slowly leaned her head forward, allowing her long dark hair to fall over her chest and slid the blindfold over the top of her head. She moved it into place.

There was a moment of silence.

She suddenly flinched as she felt a hand help adjust it. She started to reach up to pull it away, but caught herself.

"Relax, Riya," she heard Rakesh say, "just relax."

Riya sat quietly expecting Rakesh to start the car now, but he didn’t. With the blindfold on, she didn’t know what was going on. 

The silence in the car was suddenly tormenting. She heard rustling in the front seat, like a bag being unzipped.

She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes tightly behind the blindfold. She felt a hand gently pushing away her long hair from her face, over her shoulders and to her back, clearing her chest area. She resisted the urge to grab it.

She felt as though the guys were all staring at her large breasts, and it made the full twin mounds feel even bigger than they already were, like they were sticking out all the way up to the front seat. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around them. This was her worst nightmare, and she seriously began to contemplate quitting and going home.

She heard Rakesh clear his throat.

"Now remember," Rakesh said, "you have to follow instructions. And you're not going to have to do anything that all of the others haven't done." 

He paused to let his words sink in.

Again, she felt the pin-drop silence all around them. Not a sound except the birds.

"Understand, Riya?"

God, could she go through with this? She remembered her mother. Slowly, she nodded her head. He was right, her friends had all done it. They said as much. She had to go through with it.

"Okay, you need to relax first " Rakesh continued.

She nodded gently. She heard more movement.

"Now, put your hands, with the palms down onto the seat on either side of you."

Slowly she unfolded her arms and laid her hands on her lap, in readiness to instantly bring them up to her chest if the need arises.

"Relax Riya. Nobody is going to touch you or hurt you. Put the palms firmly down against the seat."

She bit her lip again, and moved her hands over, her palms flat against the seat.

"Now, very slowly, Riya," Rakesh continued, "take a nice deep breath. That will help you relax."

GOD!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Part 04


Slowly she began to breath in.

"No a DEEP breath, Riya, come on now...all the way...sit up straight...fill your lungs."

She could feel her face grow hot as her chest expanded, forcing her breasts to stand straight out. She prayed Rakesh would keep his word and no one would touch her.

"Now hold it for a second"

She sat still. She thought she heard one of the guys gasp, though she wasn’t sure. The birds continued chirping in the background.

"That's right, Riya...now slowly let it out"

She did, fighting the reflex to cross her arms in front of her.

"That's good. Now again."

Again, she filled her lungs, making her boobs stick out.

"Now hold it."

She turned her head to one side, trying to lessen the embarrassment.

"Okay. Now let it out."

She did.

"Feel better, Riya?" Rakesh asked.

She nodded meekly. She took a normal breath and waited. She wanted this to get over. She waited for the car to start. It didn't.

"Before we get moving," Rakesh said, "I want to ask you a question."

Oh, God. She thought.

"And you HAVE to tell the truth, always."

She nodded again

"Tell us, Riya," he said. "are you wearing a bra?"

She felt like she had been slapped on her face. Her heart began pounding in her chest. She could feel her breath get tight. Her face turned a shade of red with embarrassment. She didn’t know what to say. 

"Riya?"

She struggled to answer.

"I asked, Are you wearing a bra?"

"Ahh...yeah.." She whispered almost inaudibly.

Of course she was wearing a bra. Even under the T-shirt, they could all notice that.

"Good," Rakesh said. "Bras are nice."

He paused. She waited with bated breath.

"Is it a nice one?"

Her throat became so tight she could barely breath. She couldn't respond.

"What color is it?"

"W..wwhite." she finally said.

"White? Mmmmmm" he paused.

"Is it a new one? Is it a lacy one?"

She was unable to say a word. This is agony.

"Describe it for us, Riya."

"W..w...what?"

"Describe your bra to us."

She tried to catch her breath. She suddenly remembered the three other guys, and especially Jeet who'd been staring at her ever since the beginning of the year.

"Its..its...white..." she said finally.

"Is it lacy?"

"Ah...No...well...not really..."

"Not really? What do you mean? You mean part of it is?"

Riya tried to swallow. She had never been embarrassed like this in all her life. Sitting in the back of the car with the blindfold on, she felt as though she was under a spotlight..

"Y...y...yes...part of it,." she finally said. "Near the top.."

"The top of the cups?"

"Y… y….yes."

"I see."

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Part 05

Silence again. They all listened to the birds, and Riya prayed the car would start.

"And what about the panties?"

"Wha..."

"The panties. ARE You wearing panties..."

"Yes."

"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"

"S...s..sort of..."

She was dying. This is so shameful.

"Sort of?"

"Well...They...they're white too..."

"I see. That's nice."

A pause.

"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Rakesh said finally.

A wave of relief swept over Riya. She took a deep breath.

"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey. Okay, Riya? It part of the test."

She nodded. Anything to get moving.

Rakesh started the ignition bur the car didn't move. 

Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat.

"You know, before we go," Rakesh said casually, sounding only inches from her. "I guess we really ought to just check to make sure your telling us the truth."

Riya's heart sank. She thought it skipped a beat or two. She instinctively drew her arms around herself.

"Relax, Riya," Rakesh said." It's nothing major. You won't even have to take anything off."

She couldn't relax. She knew what this request meant. She could feel her face burning under the blindfold. Her breath felt hot on her own chest.

She could also here the heavy breathing of everyone in the car.

"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the top of your @jeans."

Oh God. This is a nightmare… "I wish I had never agreed to go on this wretched trip" she thought dejectedly.

Her hands felt glued to the seat.

"Come on, Riya. This is the test!"

Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs and reached up to the button of her @jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath and worked her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal button through the slot in the material.

"Good," Rakesh said.

"Now pull down the zipper"

Riya took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the seat, worked the zipper down an inch or so. The @jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing the top of her panties.

Riya could hear the others nervously adjusting in their seats.

"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all see."

She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling it tight over her crotch.

"Can everyone see?" Rakesh asked.

There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity started to make her feel sick.

"That's great," said Rakesh, suddenly sounding like he was right in front of her.

She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the seat, started to work the zipper back up.

"Ah, just leave them that way." Rakesh instructed. "It'll be more comfortable."

She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She moved her hands, laying her palms them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as far back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped forward.

Rakesh looked at the boys. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes. They all knew what was coming next.

"Now, show us your bra, Riya."

She became dizzy. So lightheaded that she almost fainted. 

She sat there as if utterly immobilized by a bolt from the blue. 

Tension had built up to the point of exploding the whole car. Yet nobody said a word.

"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."

"It's all part of the test."

Suddenly, she began to cry. The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her beautiful thick dark hair fell forward over her chest. She started to reach toward her eyes.

"DON'T touch the blindfold!" hissed Rakesh, so sharply that even the other guys were taken aback by his tone.

Her hands stopped midway at the sudden sharpness of his voice. Slowly she let her hands drift back to the top of her @jeans, laying them flat over her exposed panties. Tears welled up behind her large blindfold and then seeped out from the sides, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry quietly for a moment.

"Now, come on Riya, its not so bad," said Rakesh. "Showing us your bra is no worse than being at the swimming pool."

She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She sniffled and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and gently rubbed underneath.

"We're going to run out of gas here," said Rakesh, again sounding so close, but in a different spot, more to her right. He sounded ominous.

She heard the engine being turned off.

There was silence again. A deadly silence all around her, made further unbearable by the blindfold on her face. She silently cursed Kiran, the other girls and even her mother for putting her in a situation like this.

Yet, she realized that he was serious. And that she had no option.

"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know you were telling the truth, that's all."

Resigned, Riya's hands drifted up from the exposed area of her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against the material, hoping against hope that Rajesh would somehow change his mind and call off this… this… this TORMENT.

"Good girl," Rakesh said, though this time he sounded much further away and normal.

Slowly, she pulled the material up over the top of her @jeans, exposing her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.

"Now come on and sit up straight."

"Hold on," Rakesh said,

She stopped.

"Pull your hair back behind you, away from your face. We need to be able to see clearly."

Riya fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her hand, pulled her hair away from her chest, pushing it back over her shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.

"Okay, much better."

She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.

Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the top of her breasts, squeezing them inwards together like balloons, forcing them both to bulge out from the edges even more. She held the position. They could easily see the material.

"Come on, Riya. We've got to see about the lacy top part as well."

Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage.

"Higher, all the way up."

She could now hear raspy breathing all around her and the guys shifting uneasily in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene display she was making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She let out another sob, her face turning a crimson red.

"Well that does have some nice lace work on it, though not very see-through I may say" Rakesh remarked. His voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys all see that?"

There were a few whispering grunts - the guys were so mesmerized and tongue tied by the sight in front of them.

"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Rakesh.

With one swift move, Riya pulled the T-shirt back down.

There was a moment of silence.

"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more casual."

"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.

"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
 
Part 06

"NOOOOO..."

"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kind of get you used to it?"

She could hear the boys tittering at this suggestion. 

"No..PLEASE...I don't need...

"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."

"NO, my God, what about...what about the other cars..."

"See, there you go again. These days actresses wear much less than that big bra you are wearing and they sing and dance without a concern. They even get wet in the rain songs. How can you ever be an actress if you are so shy?"

Riya really started to panic now. But how would she get home from here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the road.

As if reading her mind, Rakesh said, "It's all part of the test, Riya. You have to do as your told..."

He paused for a moment.

"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up here in the front with your shoes and socks either way."

She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she knew that alone, in just her bra and @jeans and with no shoes, she'd be in big trouble.

"It's up to you Riya."

"Pl....." she started to plead but trailed off. She realized it would do no good.

"What's it going to be?"

"I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."

"Oh, I don't know," said Rakesh. "Just stand out there in your bra and I don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."

More snickering filled the car.

Riya just sat clutching the bottom of her T-shirt—which is about to come off.

"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's what we'll do. Now Riya, you have to show us that you are going to do what you are told here- that's the test."

She made no sound.

"So in order to keep everything together, Riya, first you pull your arms out of the sleeves."

"Come on..."

She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.

Slowly she obeyed, reaching up with each hand and pulling her elbows and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the T-shirt. She crossed her arms across her chest beneath the shirt, her palms trembling against her chest.

"Now Riya, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you like you had them before, palms down."

She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from underneath the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs underneath her thighs.

"Okay," Rakesh continued, "now lean forward, Riya, and you two guys pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head - BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test!"

Instantly, Riya felt two hands on either side of her start lifting her shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched the neck hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out along with it.

Instinctively, her arms came up, and she crossed her arms across her breasts.

"Now, Riya," said Rakesh. She could hear him smile. "You weren't supposed to move your hands..."

A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.

"Maybe," said Rakesh forcefully, "maybe we should make you ride the rest of the way TOPLESS."

"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back down underneath her thighs.

"Now, THAT'S more like it."

Silence.

Her shoulders sagged forward. She waited for the sound of the ignition.

"Just before we head out, Riya, lets try to relax with some more deep breathing"

GOD, would it ever end?

"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice sounded odd, preoccupied.

"That's great. Really fill those lungs."

Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.

"Great. Okay."

She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.

Finally she heard the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.
Part 07


As the car moved along the highway, thoughts swirled around in Riya's head. She wondered how bad this test could get. How far she could go? Had Kiran and the others done this? The more she thought about it, the more she believed they had. Why else didn’t they tell her about it even after her repeated queries? Sitting in front a bunch of guys in just a bra probably wouldn't bother the other girls so much. But then the other girls didn't have breasts like her. They didn't go through life having their chest stared at, and having guys make unwelcome passes.

Far from feeling more comfortable, as time passed, it became worse. Behind the blindfold she had this horrible image of all four guys just staring at her, staring at her breasts, the whole way.

An hour or so went by, with the guys talking amongst themselves intermittently. When ever it got quiet, Riya got nervous.

Rakesh said suddenly. "There's a petrol pump coming up. We better fill some petrol."

Oh, God, thought Riya. That meant being in a public place. In just her bra.

"Can I please… please put my T-shirt back on?" she asked hopefully.

"Naw," said Rakesh, "it will help loosen you up."

She felt the car slow down and pull away from the highway. It stopped.

"Ajit," Rakesh said to the guy in the front seat , the one she didn't know. "Full tank. Pay from the pouch inside the glove compartment. Will you?"

She heard Rakesh's door open, and then Ajit’s on the passenger side. 

Riya could hear people around her, and for the first time, even though it had gotten wet and soggy from her tears, she was glad to be blindfolded. She would have died if she had been able to see people looking at her.

She heard the sound of the nozzle going into the car tank.

Suddenly, she jumped as someone knocked on the window to her left. She heard Tarun roll it down, and as he did, the noise of the outside filled the car. She stiffened. She could hear people talking in hushed voices.

They were looking at her, talking about her, she just knew it. She pushed her bottom back into the seat and hunched forward. She felt terribly vulnerable.

Finally, she heard Rakesh and Ajit get back in the car, and start it up. She gave silent thanks as she felt the car move again. They pulled back out into the highway.

For a moment, no one said a word.

"Well, Riya," said Rakesh finally. His voice was now on the passenger side. Ajit, she realized must be driving.

"You were quite a hit at the petrol pump. Much better than JANAKI SHAH in SHAQ". He chuckled.

(Author’s aside: Those of you who are unaware who Janaki is and what she did in Shaq, please search CC Net. Shaq had a point of view on women’s liberation – that old fashionable theme of 1960’s. 

Ladies on the thread please note: It’s somebody else’s point of view – not necessarily mine!)

A couple of the other guys chuckled as well.

"Now," he continued, "we've been kind of easy on you, because you are very shy. But one of the things about the test is that sometimes a girl has to make little sacrifices for the good of the group."

She felt her heart pound.

"Take a left turn over there," Rakesh told Ajit. "There, there on the left...there they are... go over there, behind that old building."

She felt the car turn left and slowly come to a stop. Her body stiffened.

"Now." Rakesh continued, "here is the deal, no big thing."

She heard things being moved around again.

"Now those couple of guys, they are some kind of traveling sales executives, saw you in the car, and were mighty taken by your beauty. They even think you resemble the Bollywood babe, Rani Mukherjee."

Oh No!. 

"Please..." was all she could say.

"Don't get freaked out," he continued, "we are not selling you to them or anything like that..."

The guys all snickered.

"They are real nice guys."

More giggling from the boys.

"They even offered us five hundred bucks each towards our camping trip."

She went quiet… trying to fathom his intent.

"Isn't that nice of them, Riya?"

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't respond.

"I said, Isn't that nice of them?" He said once more.

Slowly, she nodded her head.

"I can't hear you Riya."

"Y..yes."

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"Yes it sure is. Now, its only fair that we do something nice for them as well, don't you agree?"

"W..what do you mean..."

More giggling from the boys. 

"Well, those nice guys, they were asking whether they could see you WITHOUT YOUR BRA."

"NOOOO...Oh my God....." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Suppressed guffaws filled the car. The guys seem to be having the time of their life.

"LISTEN RIYA," said Rakesh sternly. "Its no big thing, and EVERYONE in the group has done it."

"No...you don't understand...I COULDN'T..."

"Look, you can keep your pants on, even zip them up."

"NOOO...please..."

He paused.

"You keep the blindfold on, so they won't even know who you are. We've pulled into a very secluded area here. All you have to do is just go over there, away from prying eyes, well most of them anyway, and take your bra off, let them have a look, and off we go."

The car filled with nervous tension.

"Please don't make me do this..."

"You HAVE to do it."

He paused.

"Come on."

"Please..."

"OR," said Rakesh, "if it would be easier, I can get Jeet and Tarun to take off your bra for you. THINK ABOUT THAT."

"NOOOO..."

"Either way, its up to you."

She couldn't move. She started to cry again.

"Come on," Rakesh said, opening the car door.

She heard all of the doors open, and Rakesh came around to the door on her left hand side."

"Now zip up your pants"

Resigned, she lifted her bottom off the seat, re-zipped her pants and re-did the button.

"Here, give me your hand."

"Please...not this..."

"Come ON!"

He reached in and grabbed her hand. The contact made her jump, but she allowed herself to be slowly pulled across the seat.

"Here," said Rakesh, pulling her out from the car and setting her bare feet on the floor, "I'll make this easy, just hold my arm."

As she stepped out of the car and stood up, a muted whistle rang out. It was followed by another, and the someone shrieked, "OOOOOOUUUUUUIIIIIIIII..."

Her knees buckled, and she felt Rakesh lurch around and just as suddenly the noise stopped. It became quiet.

Rakesh walked her towards the back of an abandoned building. Her legs were so wobbly that she had to hold on to his arm to make it.

"How about here, against this wall?" she heard Rakesh ask, but she wasn't sure to whom.

She couldn't hear any response.

She felt him put his hands on her shoulders. She flinched as his palms made contact with her bare shoulders over the bra straps. He backed her up until her back was touching a wall.

"Now, you just do exactly as I tell you, and everything is going to be fine, understand."

"Please...DON'T do this..."

"Stop it Riya. It's not so bad. DO EVERYTHING I say, and it will be over in a minute. Understand?"

He paused.

"Now don't embarrass me by making a big scene. I'd hate to have to let the boys take your bra off for you..."

Her head fell forward.

She was totally defeated.

"O...Okay," she whispered.

"Good. Now it will be over in no time."

He released her, and she could hear him walk away. She pulled her arms up to cover herself.

"Hey Ajit," Rakesh said, "put the tape on, will you?."

With the back of her hand, Riya brushed a few tears away. She heard party music fill the air, and wondered if the volume would call attention to them. It certainly drowned out the distant sound of traffic. At least, she hoped that she wasn't standing where vehicles could see her as they went by. She tried to imagine where she was and who was watching.

"Now just relax a minute, Riya."

She could hear people moving around.

"You guys ready?"

She didn't hear any response.

"Okay, Riya," she heard Rakesh say, suddenly to her left. Her blindfolded face moved in his direction.

"Now put your hands flat against the wall."

She could barely move.

"Come on Riya..."

Slowly she moved her hands away and down from her breasts. She turned them over and spread her palms out against the rough surface of the wall. She turned her head to one side in shame.

"Now let's take a couple of deep breaths to relax you."

She breathed in through her tight throat.

"All the way, Riya."

She filled her lungs making her chest stick out.

"Good," said Rakesh, now on the other side of her. "Do it a couple of times to get relaxed."

She could hear him walking around her as she took deep breaths. Why is he moving around and what is he doing, she asked herself. She had no way of knowing. Finally, she heard him walk near towards her. She shuddered. She felt so vulnerable in this position.

"You know, Riya," he said, "it's just not fair that these nice guys can't see your lovely face.

"NOOO, please, leave it on..."

He was standing right in front of her.

"These guys are all from Kanyakumari or somewhere there about. We'll never see them again."

He paused a moment.

"So, here's what I'm going to do. I'll take off the blindfold, but you HAVE to keep your eyes closed, do you understand?"

"Please, can't we just.."

"No, we can't," he said. "Now here's the deal. You CANNOT open your eyes, do you understand? And if you DO..."

He paused to let his words sink in.

"...if you do, then as punishment, you are going to have to take your @jeans down along with your panties and take a spanking on your bare buttocks, right there over the bonnet of my car."

She gasped. She was too stunned to say anything. She would rather be shot dead standing here against this wall.

"And I really mean it, Riya. Right here in front of our two friends from South India."

Things had gotten so far out of control that it had become like some horrible dream.

"I..I.. won't look" was all she could say.

"No I bet you won't." He chuckled.

"Okay, now. Here we go. Close your eyes..."

She bit down on her lower lip and clinched her eyes shut. As he lifted the blindfold from her face, she felt cool air rush in.

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Her face was still wet from crying.

Rakesh gently lifted the elastic strap off over her head. Very carefully, he rearranged her hair, pushing it backward so that it fell back behind her.

"We don't want to cheat our new friends," he said. She heard him step back.

"Now remember, Riya..."

She leaned against the wall for support. She was NOT going to give them any reason to think she'd open her eyes.

She heard him walk away again.

"Now, we want you to pose for us a little bit, Riya," said Rakesh.

"I...I...Can't..."

"Sure you can. You want to be an actress, don’t you. Some times you have to learn the hard way. Now… Lean forward and put your hands on your thighs just above your knees."

She leaned forward.

"Keep your knees together."

She did, and realized the effect this pose had. Her two straightened arms pushed her big breasts together between them, her mounds would be bulging over the tops of her bra-cups..

"That's nice, Riya. See, its not so hard."

It was. She is so humiliated.

"Come on, give us a nice smile."

A smile? How could she. She tried.

"A REAL smile Riya, don't make me come over there and tickle you."

She forced her best smile.

"There, that's nice."

She could hear people moving around her, and was almost tempted to open her eyes. She didn't, of course.

"Okay, now stand up nice and straight."

She did.

"Lift and clasp your hands together behind your neck."

This is so horrible. Did he have to shame her like this? Displaying herself like this in front of strangers she couldn't even see. Her head began to spin.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of bicycle bells approaching in their direction. She somehow managed to keep her eyes closed, but quickly wrapped her arms around herself.

"Arrree! Yahan koyi film ki shooting to nahin ho raha hain?..." a young boy’s voice.

"Lagta to hain!! Chalo pass jaa ke dekh leten hain" another brat’s reply.

Boys! at least two.

The cycle bells suddenly stopped. She turned around and faced the wall.

"Go on, take a hike" she heard Rakesh say. "Go on, get out of here..."

She heard some movement, but didn't hear the cycles rolling away.

"Okay, it was just a couple of kids," he said. "They're gone now."

She didn't believe him. The thought of what was happening was horrific enough without the added shame of having a couple of village brats watch her shame as well. She didn't move.

"Come on Riya, we don't have all day here."

"Make them go..." she said.

"I SAID they have gone, Riya." 

She could hear a smile in his voice, like he was holding back a laugh.. 

"You can always LOOK if you want to, but you know what will happen if you open your eyes..."

She didn't move.

"Let's GO Riya, or I'll send Ajit to find the kids and bring them back."

She clinched her eyes shut and slowly turned around.

"Good girl."

She just knew they were still there, standing and watching her.

"Now let's go back to where we were before we were so RUDELY interrupted."

She heard snickering.

Yes, she KNEW they were still there - watching. Watching her standing in just her bra and being forced into poses.

"Now stand up straight and clasp your hands behind your neck."

She listened to the music and tried to lose herself in it. Slowly, she raised her arms up, feeling her bra lift with her body. She brought her hands behind her neck and laced the fingers together.

"Great, great. Now pull your elbows back"

Slowly, she did. It made her bra pull so taught that it became like a second skin. Her breasts rose up on her chest and stuck out. She heard someone suck in their breath. She tried not to think about it.

"Give us a smile, Riya, come on..."

She tried again, and remembering his threat about the tickling, tried hard.

"Great, now turn a little to your left."

She started to turn...

"In fact keep that beautiful smile, and keep those elbows pulled back nice and tight, and slowly turn all the way around.."

She felt like dying with shame. Trying to hold the smile and trying to keep from crying, she slowly turned herself around in a full circle, letting the audience study her outstretched body from all angles.

(Author’s aside: I believe it’s also called the 360 degrees study! HR professionals on the forum, are you getting any new ideas?)

"Great," said Rakesh as she turned around to face them again.

"Okay, now let your arms down again."

She released her hands from behind her neck and lowered them, resisting the temptation to cover herself as they went down.

"Now," Rakesh continued, "reach up and ease the straps down off of your shoulders."

"Please..." she said. She just couldn't say anything else. She choked back on a sob.

"Come on, Riya."

Slowly, with her eyes closed, she reached up and felt her way along. She slid the tips of her fingers underneath the white shoulder strap on her left shoulder.

"That's right.."

She lifted it away from her skin, and pulled it up over her shoulder.

"All the way down, Riya."

She pulled it down until it just hung loose against her arm, peeling back the bra cup an inch or so.

"Now the other one."

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Slowly, she did the same on the other side, leaving both straps dangling.

The effect was breathtaking. With her long dark hair pulled behind her, all of the creamy skin, from her neck, across her chest was exposed. Her big breasts just sat in the cups of her bra like scoops of frozen ice cream, and the upper portion of her lush mounds, though still in the bra, made the guys salivate with anticipation.

To the last man standing, they waited with bated breath. 

"Okay, now go back to the first pose, with your hands on your knees."

She leaned forward and did as she was told. Skill keeping her eyes shut, she could just imagine the sight.

"Push your arms inwards nice and tight."

As she leaned forward, she felt the shoulder straps fall farther down, down to her forearms. The tops of the bra-cups fell back slightly as well. The effect, as she pulled her arms together was like squashing two balloons. The bra barely contained her.

"Come on, now, another big smile, Riya..."

God, WHY did he HAVE to keep TORMENTING her. Didn't he realize how horrible this was? She forced another smile.

"Great," Rakesh said. "Now give us a pout just like Rani Mukherjee does in her films, then give us a big kiss."

She formed her mouth into a big "O" like a kiss.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm-mah" Rakesh imitated the sound of a big kiss.

"Now stand up nice and straight again."

She did.

"Lift your hands up as high as you can."

This, all of a sudden, was just too much. She just burst out into tears and put her hands up to cover her face, inadvertently mashing her breasts together as she did so. She squatted down on her haunches and started to sob.

"Awe, come on, Riya," said Rakesh. He walked up to her and squatted down in front of her.

"Why you making such a big deal about this? None of the other girls..."

"You don't UNDERSTAND," she said through her sobs. "You don't understand how TERRIBLE this is for me..."

"Well we're almost done," he replied. He reached out and stroked her hair.

"Please hasn't his been ENOUGH?"

"LOOK, GODDAMN IT," he said suddenly. "You either pull yourself together here, or I have half a mind to find a dozen of villagers and make you strip NAKED in front of the whole bunch of them."

Riya was stunned. She stopped crying instantly, maybe due to the shock.

"Now Kiran had to do this in a restaurant full of men. You are getting off easy."

Oh God, no wonder she never said anything about the test. How could she...

"Now STAND UP and let's finish what we promised, here."

Riya, careful to keep her eyes shut, took a deep breath. She felt Rakesh take her hands and pull her back up. As soon as he let go she lifted her bra-cups back up and her hands went right back across her chest.

"Okay?"

He would probably do it.

"O...okay..."

She heard him walk back to wherever he was standing before. As she stood there, she fought the temptation to open her eyes. She wondered who was watching her. It was better then in a restaurant full of ogling men, though.

"Okay, now turn your back to us."

She turned herself around, suddenly conscious her big round bottom.

"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you."

She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of her, exposing her entire back..

"...and reach back and undo your bra clasp."

She took a deep breath, and slowly she reached behind her and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were, and pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension. She tried to free the four small eyelets.

She had to do it a couple of times before they all came free.

Slowly she let the two sides fall apart. She reached around with her left arm and held the bra to her in the front. The two bra-straps dangled uselessly.

Her beautiful, slim and unblemished back is now on display. It was in exquisite shape, long and slender with perfect symmetry, and with just a slight hint of ribs showing. From her shoulders, the lines narrowed gradually until they came to her waist, where they flared out again before disappearing into the top of her @jeans. From this angle, one would never imagine the enormous breasts hiding on the other side.

"Look back at us over your shoulder."

She turned her head back, and, unknowingly, with her eyes closed, portrayed a sensuousness she certainly did not feel.

"Okay, Riya, now turn around and face us."

Slowly she turned around, one hand clutching the bra to her breasts.

She could hear footsteps shuffling.

"Wait a sec.." it was Rakesh.

He came near her and gently pushed her hair back away from her front so that it all hung down behind her again, giving an unobstructed view.

"We don't want to cheat our friends." She heard him walk away again.

"Now turn a little sideways and lean your face up into the sun."

Clutching the material, she did what he asked, assuming several poses, unaware of how sensuous they looked.
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Part 11

"Okay, now comes the moment of truth."

She felt the hot tears rolling down her face. Her breathing too became hot and hard. 

"Turn and face us."

She rotated slightly, clutching the bra to her breasts. The way she held it pushed her breasts up.

"Okay, Riya. Now slowly bring it down."

Another stream of big tears rolled down her cheek.

She slowly lowered her bra.

Inch by inch, more creamy skin came into view.

"That's right, all the way now..."

She stopped just as the areolas were coming into view. She let out a big sob. She would have given anything, if somebody had the power to make her disappear from there. She wanted to plead with Rakesh once more. But words were failing her. Her tongue refused to move. 

"Ra… Raa… Rakessh… please…"

"Come on Riya."

She knew it is of no use to plead. Resigned to her fate, she gave up.

Slowly the material came down.

First the tops, and then the actual protruding nipples themselves came into view. They stuck out, aroused by her shame. She let out another big sob.

"Just drop it now, Riya."

Slowly, she released her grip on the bra and let it drop to the ground. She instantly crossed her arms over herself. She fervently hoped they would let her go now that they had seen what they wanted.

"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Rakesh.

"Put your arms down at your sides."

She couldn't believe it. Here she was being forced to go on baring her breasts for strangers she could not even see. Resigned, she let her arms drop and hang limply at her sides.

No one present had ever seen a sight like this in their lives. It was like something out of a magazine or a foreign film. Usually breasts the size of Riya's hung down plump once released from their support. Riya's did not. They stood out on their own, almost perfectly round, protruding ever so slightly at the nipples.

Her areolas were large, but not too large. They were darker than her skin, and as a result of her heightened embarrassment, had contracted, creating little goose bumps. Likewise, the nipples themselves extended out half erect.

No one said anything. She just stood there, fighting the reflex to cover herself.

Rakesh cleared his throat.

"Ah, Okay, Riya, just a couple of poses."

She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently.

"Lean forward and grab your knees again." 

For the third time, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts were bare and her nipples were pointing out like little bullets ready to go.

"Big smile, Riya..."

She forced another one.

"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."

Utterly shamed and dazed, she tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and the lusty gaze of the men on her large, nude tits as they rose up with her arms.

"Big smile, Riya."

She forced another smile.

"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."

She slowly rotated her body around, giving her unknown audience a spectacular, 360 degree, topless tour of her perfect body. She came around full circle, still with her hands clasped behind her.

"Great, just great...now don't move..."

She could hear footsteps coming toward her. She turned her face and buried it into the upper part of her raised right arm, trying to hide it.

"See," said Rakesh softly, "that wasn't so bad."

She started to release her hands.

"Wait," he said. "One last thing."

She could feel him staring down at her breasts.

"Put your hands back."

She did.

"That's great. Now pull your elbows back again."

She stretched them out again.

"Now since you've been such a pain about this.."

She started sobbing again and her breathing sped up, causing her breasts to heave up and down. The tears rolled down to her breasts and nipples and glistened like diamonds in the bright sun light.

"Well, these guys, they were saying they never saw such perfect pair of boobs. Well, they're wondering about...well... about whether they are real... and natural."

"Oh, GOD, oh god, no....."
 
Part 12


"Well since it took you so long here, well it seems only fair that we let ‘em see for themselves."

"Please...I did what you said..."

"It's no big deal. All they're going to do, is come up and touch them a little bit to see if they're real."

"Please, PLEASE, I did what you said...

"Now you CAN'T move. You got to stay in EXACTLY this position."

"Please don't let them touch me...."

"They ain't going to bang you or nothing. They're just going to feel them a little bit."

Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled back, with her big breasts sticking out nude, like guns on a battleship, was more shameful than anything she could have imagined in her worst nightmare.

And now she had to let someone touch them.

"NOOOO, PLEASE...." cried out Riya.

It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was in - standing in nothing but her @jeans in a place she couldn't even see, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled wide apart. Her charms sat in all their naked glory, there for the whole word to see.

Now she had to endure some stranger touching them.

She felt adrenaline pump into her stomach.

"Just a little feel." he said. "Now, I'll be standing here the whole time. And remember, you can't move a muscle."

"Oh, please..." she sobbed.

"Now if you do," Rakesh continued, "if you move - no matter what happens - it'll be the same as if we caught you looking, you remember..."

"Oh God..."

"That's right, @jeans and panties down for a spanking."
Riya's head swirled, and she felt as though she might throw up. She heard footsteps.

"Hello, my topless angel." It was a man's voice with a southern accent.

Again, she fought the urge to panic.

"Come, on Riya," said Rakesh. "Say hello."

Did he HAVE to TORMENT her like this?

"H..hi..." She clinched her eyes shut.

Riya stood rooted to the spot.

"Now, what will happen if you move?" asked Rakesh.

She could feel men standing all around her. Much closer. She could hear their breathing.

"Come on Riya, what will happen?"

She clinched her eyes shut.

"A sssaa...ss...sspanking..."

"That's right, a spanking. And where will you get it?"

"Oh my God, please...please don't do this..."

"Come on Riya," Rakesh continued, "where will you get it..."

"On..on..mmy...bottom...."

"That's right. And how will your bottom be?"

"Bbb...bare..."

"God," said another man's voice. He sounded much older. "That sure would be another dream come true for me." He chuckled.

"Come on, sweetie, open your eyes..." said the first man, now sounding very close.

"Now," continued Rakesh, "just to serve as a little reminder, Riya, while keeping your arms in place, turn yourself around so that we can get a good look at your bottom."

It was not enough to be standing here with her breasts sticking out like this. She swallowed hard and decided not to argue. The stakes were just too high. Slowly she turned herself around so that her back was facing them.

"Wow, her buttocks appear quite big for a girl of her age." It was the first man again.

"Yeah," laughed the older man. "It reminds me of a horse I once saw..."

They all laughed.

"I wonder how they would look like. Kind of hard to imagine them in those @jeans though..."

Riya heart started pumping wildly.

"Now, now," said Rakesh. "We did promise her that if she doesn't move unless we say so, she can keep her @jeans on."

"Awwww," someone said.

"But," Rakesh continued, "she could bend over for us a bit to show us the nice shape of her buttocks....couldn't you Riya."

She couldn't respond.

"Sure you could." Rakesh said. "Now keep your arms in position, and just bend over at the waist..."

Another sob escaped her full lips.

"RIYA!"

She did it. She bent at the hips, with her elbows sticking out horizontally like the wings of a bird. Her big, round nude breasts hung straight down unencumbered like two large, soft balls. They wobbled gently with the movement.

"Bend one knee, and keep the other leg straight."

She did.

"Great...now bend over a little farther..."

She bent over even further.

"That's right," said Rakesh. "Really stick it out there."

Tears started to trail down her nose and fall to the floor in little splatters. She could hear them walking around her.

She heard someone come around to her left and squat down. She could hear his breathing inches away. She heard him get down on the ground to look up at her. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, as she imagined the sight her big hanging breasts were making for him.

"You sure have great looking breasts… my fair angel" the man said.

"Yeah." another man, suddenly on the other side.

She tried not to think about them. She heard the music and tried to tune in.

"Say, ‘thank you,' Riya" said Rakesh suddenly.

"Please..."

"Come on, Riya."

"Th...th...thank you."

They all chuckled.

"Well, you're welcome, lady."

"Okay," said Rakesh. "Let's get you back into position. Turn around and stand up again, but keep your arms where they are."

Once again she turned around and repositioned herself in the obscene pose, hands behind neck, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust forward.
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Part 13

"Sachin, have you EVER seen breasts that beautiful and inviting?" the older man asked.

"No sir."

"Are these things real, sweetheart?"

"Y...yes." She knew she better answer.

"I don't see any scars, sir."

"Sometimes they're underneath."

"Then, let's see."

Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock, and she flinched.

"Sorry..." she said quickly, hoping it wouldn't count.

There was chuckling, but no one said anything.

She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a fruit. Her face flushed.

"By God, it is heavy," said Sachin.

"Let's see," said the other man.

She felt another hand lift her right breast.

"You are right, Sachin," he replied. "Have you ever weighed these beauties, Dear?"

"N...no."

Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. 

She hoped she had died there and then.

"Nope, no scars under here."

She stood there motionless as both men played with the breast in his hand. 

"You know the best way to tell," said Sachin, releasing the left one.

"What's that?" asked the older one, doing likewise.

She heard Sachin walk around behind her.

"Haaunh..." she said as she felt the front of Sachin's body come in contact with her. She could feel his belly and then his erection against her back. She could feel his hot breath. It smelled of cigarettes.

"You hold them together like this," he said reached around from behind. Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.

She could hear his breathing get raspy as he played with them for a few moments.

"Then you got to check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting them fall back into place. Then he began to playfully pinch and role her nipples between his fingers, occasionally tugging them out. Slowly, despite her shame they started to become hard and erect.

"They sure look real." offered the other older man.

Sachin went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.

"Here, its your turn now." Sachin offered.

Holding her position, she heard the other man move to the same spot. As he leaned into her, she felt his erection as well. He did the same thing. He too smelled like cigarettes. Only more foul. She wanted to be sick.

After a few moments of mauling, he too released her. She heard him walk back.

Though her arms were really starting to ache, she held her position. No one said anything. She could hear heavy breathing over hear the music.

They let her stand for a moment.

She prayed for the nightmare to get over.

No one said a word. She just listened to them walk around her.

"Well, little Riya," she heard Rakesh say. He was right behind her, though she couldn't feel him against her like the others.

She waited, waited for him to say or do something.

Then it happened. She felt his hands reach around her body and go to the top of her @jeans. She lost control - her hands frantically leapt down and grabbed his, pushing them away.

She heard cheering.

"Awe, Riya..." he said. "that was just a test..."

In a panic, she suddenly opened her eyes...and froze.

There, in front of her were not just two men, but a small group, more like seven to ten, all standing in a semi-circle around her.

The sight before her made her scream. She fell to the floor in a heap.

Laughter and applause rang out.

But that wasn't the worst.

A couple of them had cameras. She realized that men had been taking pictures of her the whole time.

When she finally looked up again, she saw that both Ajit and Jeet had VIDEO CAMERAS

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Part 14

She pulled her arms tightly around her and covered her face with her hands. The realization of what happened so far and the humiliation was almost unbearable.

She spread her fingers apart and looked out.

They were behind what appeared to be an abandoned building. Behind the building she could hear traffic moving on the highway. Over there, besides Rakesh's, there were four other cars parked.

Then another sight caught her eye, and she froze.

There, grinning at her, were four young kids leaning on their bicycles.

They had watched the whole thing!

Riya covered her face with her hands, her arms covering her breasts. She looked as though she were clutching a pair of pillows in front of her body.

"You BASTARD," she screamed at Rakesh in frustration and anger.

Rakesh squatted down next to her. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head upright so that he was facing him. The violence of the move shocked her. She clinched her hands into little fists underneath her chin

"Don't you EVER call me a name like that AGAIN." he said.

The look in his eye suddenly scared her. She went silent.

Rakesh turned to the assembled audience, and told them to give him a minute. They backed off, most going to sit on the hoods of their cars.

"Now," said Rakesh. "Its time you and I have a little chat."

"How COULD you?"

"It's not such a big thing, showing off your tits. You wanted to be an actress, haven’t you?"

She flinched at the word "tits." Why is he treating her like a whore?.

"Now, we got a nice long weekend together."

Her eyes widened.

"Wh..what do you mean..."

"Well, we're going to spend some time together - me, you, and the boys." He looked her in the eye to make sure she was getting it.

"That's what the test is all about."

She just stared in disbelief.

"Now we can all have a nice, easy time together if you do like your told."

"You BAS-" she stopped herself.

"That's good. You're learning."

"Wh..what do you want?" she asked.

"Well," he replied, "we're going to film a lot of stuff, and its not all going to be easy for you..." he said pointing to the video cameras.

"You..you can't make me..."

"Well, its up to you to decide. You can either come along with us and do what we tell you to do, or we can put you on the bus home. It's up to you."

He smiled. Only, it was the smile of a hunter eyeing his wounded prey.

"BUT, we've got a lot of great pictures of you showing off your breasts..."

"OH, my GOD..."

"...and some nice ones of you sticking out your buttocks."

He let her cry for a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled and nodded to the men. He turned back towards the weeping girl.

"Now, listen real carefully," he said, "as I was saying, from here on out, I am going to make sure the rest of this weekend doesn't get TOO out of hand."

She looked up at him. Her eyes were red and wet.

"Wh..what do you mean?"

"I mean that things COULD get out of hand," he replied. He smiled down at her.

"You don't think each of those boys would LOVE to have his evil way with you?"

"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, NOOOOO, PLEASE...." She became panicked

"But, I'm not going to let that happen. That IS," he said, "as long as you do as I say, and I mean EXACTLY as I say."

Tears of helplessness welled up again.

"OR..." he took her delicate chin in his hand.

"Or things ARE going to get out of hand, and we've got a long weekend ahead of us."

"W...what. ..do...want me to do?"

"I want you to do everything exactly as I tell you to Riya. EXACTLY. And as long as you do that I am going to make sure that things stay cool.

She stared at him.

"One of your class mates has a kind of mean streak that I have to control."

A hand shot up to cover her mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes.

"But, as I said," he continued, "I will keep things cool if you promise to be obedient, no matter WHAT I ask of you."

"Oh, God, I couldn't, I just couldn't."

"Mmmmm...let's see...imagine one day every computer in college starts up with a nice picture of you sticking your tits like a porn star?"

She just closed her eyes, forcing tears to roll down either side of her face.

She was totally defeated.
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Part 15

"Now," Rakesh continued, "I've got pictures of Kiran and all of the others as well, and I don't go handing them around. It's just between us. It's just this test weekend."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Now, I mean it," he said. "Do what I tell you and all this stuff will be kept under my lock and key."

She shuddered. The thought of topless pictures of her being passed around college made her sick. She was trapped. She had no choice.

"Okay?"

"O...okay...." she whispered.

"Okay," he said. "Now I promise to keep up my end. Do you promise too?

"Y..yes...." she heard herself say.

"Good," he said.

He stroked her hair, and ran the back of his hand down the side of her lovely face. Her eyes pulled shut.

"Well we got our first little test right here, don't we?"

"OH...oh...NOOOO," she said, her eyes widening with realization. She had almost forgotten.

"That's right," he said. "Now, here's the deal," he continued, "if you don't cause a scene- any MORE I mean- and follow my direction..."

"OH, you COULDN'T, my God, PLEASE don't ask me..."

She looked beyond him and saw that none of the men had moved. They were all clearly waiting.

"As I was saying, if you do as I say..."

He grabbed her by the chin again and looked straight into her eyes.

"If you do as I tell you, it will only be me who spanks you."

"Oh..my....." she started to feel faint.

He shook her chin to bring her around.

"This is going to be the first obedience test for you, I can tell."

"Please...please...don't..."

"If you DON'T do it as I tell you...

She looked up at him in horror.

"Then it won't just be me who spanks you. It will be our friends from Kanyakumari too..."

She clenched her eyes shut at the thought.

"...and I'll even have to let those four brats have a turn."

"Oh, God, oh no...okay..."

"Do we have a deal."

"Y...yes...DON"T let them..."

"I won't."

She grabbed his arm.

"And NO PICTURES." She said meekly.

He looked down at her.

"I'm sorry. Pictures are part of the deal."

"Oh, no..PLEASE no pictures...." her hands covered her face.

"Hey we already got enough material to put out a special Riya supplement for Debonair magazine, what's the difference?"

A hand went to her face in sheer disbelief.

"Besides, it's only a couple of pictures of your butt, no big deal."

She took a deep breath and tried to control herself.

"COME ONNNNN" a voice from the crowd. "We haven’t got all day here..."

Rakesh turned and looked back at them.

"Their getting agitated, Riya," he said turning back to face her. "The longer we wait, the harder its going to be for me to keep them away from a turn."

She just sat there crying.

Rakesh stood up, and reached down and took her hands away from her face. She resisted, but he pulled her upright. As soon as he let go, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts.

"Now you remember," he said as he put his arm around her, his palm touching the side of her right beast and began walking her to where the cars were parked. "You just do as I say, and we'll all get out of here in one piece." 

She was scared.

She was petrified.

While most of the cars were parked normally, Rakesh’s had pulled in long-ways. The passenger side faced them. She tried not to look around as Rakesh walked her towards the front of the car. He stopped just as they got to the front wheel and gently turned her around so that her bottom made contact with the bumper. He stepped back.
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Part 16


Once again she was facing her audience.

"Okay, Riya," Rakesh began. "Let's take the hands down and put them on the edge of the bumper.

She couldn't look up. Slowly she lowered her arms, letting her breasts into full view of those present; she heard the clicking of cameras.

"Come on, look up."

She did, and through her tear blurred eyes saw what seemed like a mass of faces and cameras. She noticed Jeet and Ajit both pointing video cameras at her.

Rakesh let the guys get their snaps and instructed his two videographers to walk around to get different angles.

"Okay, Riya. Now undo your @jeans."

She whimpered, and had to blink away the tears as she looked down. For the second time today, her wooden fingers popped the button free.

"Great, now pull down the zipper..."

It slid down smoothly, again exposing a white triangle of the top of her panties.

She tried to pretend it was a dream.

"Okay, now scoot them down a bit."

It was all just a bad dream. Slowly, she grabbed the material at the hips. She started to pull it down.

She stopped after a couple of inches and grabbed the top of her panties with her right hand to keep them from going down as well. She used her left hand to work her @jeans down, and got them beyond the panties to the tops of her thighs.

"A little bit farther, Riya, about halfway down your thighs."

She had to fidget to do it, making her breasts wobble with the motion. 

From her narrowest point, at about her naval, the lines began to flare out moving down her hips, and made a lovely contrast to her concave stomach. She was delightfully curvy.

The material of her panties looked effervescent in the bright sunlight, it seemed to glow. All along the top couple of inches there as a delicate lace pattern, which smoothed out into solid material below. The indentation of the vaginal lips was clearly visible.

"Okay, now turn around."

He arms came up across her chest. She slowly tried to turn around without causing her @jeans to go down any further.

She leaned the front of her thighs against the bumper.

Though her waist was quite narrow, and her back and arms thin and delicate, her hips flared out into a surprisingly full, round bottom. The cheeks were clearly defined and stood out. They looked full, firm and solid. Her panties shrunk partly into the crack between them.

"Oh my God, what buttocks!," she heard a male voice say.

"NOOO Shit," said another.

She tried not to listen.

"Okay, Riya, now lean forward on the bonnet."

She no longer believed that all this is happening to her.

Still clutching her breasts, she leaned forward, then put her hand down onto the hood. She lay her body down on the metal leaning her weight on her forearms underneath her. She was glad it wasn't too hot. She could smell the dust and dirt on the metal.

"You know," she heard Rakesh say. "Riya's panties are going to come down now, and...well...I'm just wondering is this is not going to be too much for these four kids."

"Naheen! Nahin uncle," they called out as one. "Hamein bhee dekhne do naa, please" they pleaded.

"I don't know..."

"OK, let ‘em watch too," said a man.

"Yeah, hell they're old enough," said another.

"Yeah," chimed in still another, "and they'll never get a chance to see anything this nice again."

Laughter.

"Well.......Okay," said Rakesh.

Humiliated, Riya, still lying on her forearms, buried her face in her hands.

She had nothing to do but just cry out.

"Riya," it was Rakesh's voice, only now he had come around to the other side of the car and was to her left rather than behind.

She lifted her face up out of the cradle of her hands and looked at him.

She saw his standing there with Jeet, who had the video camera in his hand.

Rakesh leaned forward so that his face was level with hers. Jeet did likewise.

"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "it's real important that you keep your head up now."

She saw Jeet smile at her as she realized why. He was going to shoot her face as she got her spanking.

"Now," continued Rakesh before she could say anything. "Pull your arms out and put them behind your back."

She looked pleadingly at him.

"Come on, come on.."

She leaned her body to one side and then the other and pulled her arms out from underneath her. Her big breasts spread out against the bonnet of the car.

She crossed her arms over the small of her back.

Jeet pointed the camera at her.

"Keep your chin up."

Satisfied, Rakesh gave a chuckle and straitened up.

She stared at the lens for a moment, mesmerized.

She heard Rakesh open the trunk of the car and fish around. She felt the car move as he slammed it shut. He walked around Jeet and stopped in front of her, just to her right.

"Look up at me, Riya," he said.

She lifted her eyes and saw that he too now had a video camera.

She looked for a moment and then shut her eyes.

She could hear him slowly walking to her right, shooting down the length of her body.

"Okay, Riya," she heard him say, now finally back around behind her.

"Now let's ease those pretty panties down."

She choked on a sob. Her body felt tingles of shame. She thought about what he'd said again, about letting other people spank her, and fought the urge to resist.

She uncrossed her arms and slowly moved them down to her hips.

She slid her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly started to pull down. 

The motion caused the top of her body to slide down along the bonnet and her left nipple peeped out sideways from underneath her breast. It was already erect from the cold contact with the metal. She noticed Jeet zooming in his camera there.

She felt thoroughly helpless and defeated.

At her back, the top of the cleft between her cheeks came into view. Because of the firmness of her bottom, it was shaped like a "Y."

The material slowly came down, exposing the moons of her lush buttocks.

Like her breasts, the skin there was slightly lighter in color, though there were now discernable tan lines.

She stopped just at the very top of her thighs.

Someone let out a whistle, and there was laughter- not because it was funny, but to release the tension. She choked back a sob. Here, she is, lying on a car with her breasts and buttocks bare. What has she done to deserve this, she lamented silently. 

"Hey, Sachin," Rakesh said, "do you know how to work a video camera?"

"Yeah SURE." he said enthusiastically.

"Okay, you take over here. Jeet there would capture the face of our little heroine here. You know what to capture" he said pointing to her buttocks.

Riya just lied there with her eyes closed in horror. She tried not to think about Jeet and the other video camera just a couple feet away.

She felt Rakesh lean against the car. His back was to her, and he faced the audience.

"Now put your arms back across your back," he said over his shoulder.

She pulled them back up and crossed them across her back.

"Don't move ‘em, or I may have to tie ‘em."

She lay perfectly still.

"Now, we need to adjust these..."

She flinched at his touch, but didn't move.

He reached over to both sides and took her panties in his fingers.

He eased them down further, down to the middle of her thighs.

"WHAT A FUCKING ASS," a male voice whispered loudly.

"I'm going to have to jack off right here," said another.

There was laughter all around.

She felt Rakesh's hand on her right cheek.

He began rubbed it with his palms, like he was shining an apple. His fingers played with the resilient flesh.

His hand moved to the other cheek and did the same.

"Okay...Ready, Riya?"

She sobbed.

"Y...ye...yes."

SLAP.

The first one made her cry out. It really stung.

SLAP.

Again, she cried out.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. A succession that made her body twist around.

Rakesh now reached over and lifted her right hip out, pulled her pelvis into contact with his own, He held her tightly. Her breasts were now against his chest, but she barely took notice.

Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing some of the sting away.

"Relax," he said.

She realized her bottom was clenched.

He gave a light slap.

"RELAX."

She did.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, he continued, spanking her all around her bottom and the tops of her thighs.

Riya just cried openly at the pain. Tears streamed down her face.

Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing away some of the horrible stinging.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, again, he continued, spanking her defenseless. naked bottom.

When he finally stopped, her bottom was on fire. It felt like it was glowing.

He rubbed it for a while, and then he pulled her panties back up.

"Okay," he said finally, "you can pull your @jeans up and get in the car."

There was a loud round of applause.

Quickly, and despite the pain, she pushed her self up and reached down and pulled her @jeans up. She did up the button and then came around to the back passenger side door and opened it. She quickly slid in along the seat, wincing from the pain. She pulled herself into a tight ball.

Part 17

She watched as the guys stood chatting, and noticed money changing hands. She wanted to be sick. At last, Rakesh opened the driver's side door and leaned in.

"That was great, Riya.," he said with a broad, wicked grin.

"How...how...could you?" she asked.

"AWW, it's no big thing," he said still grinning that way, "I call it a little butt warming ceremony. Many aspiring heroines go through even worse!"

She just glared at him.

"Here," he said tossing her T-shirt to her. "You can put this back on."

She grabbed it and quickly pulled it on over her head. She felt relief at being covered again.

Rakesh walked back to the group. Every once in a while somebody would look back at her and laugh, and her stomach would lurch. She saw some of the guys give Rakesh what looked like visiting cards.

After a few moments they all broke up and went to their cars. Rakesh went over and picked up her bra off the ground and casually slung it over his shoulder, and then he, Jeet, Tarun, and Ajit all walked back to the car and got in.

They watched the kids get back on their cycles and peddle away.

"I think those kids are going to have wet dreams for a long time to come," said Ajit laughing.

They all laughed.

Except Riya.

They all turned to face her.

She shuddered.

"Okay, now," said Rakesh, "are we all clear on the ground rules for our weekend together, Riya?"

She was totally humiliated. She knew she had no choice other than to listen and obey Rakesh. But up to what limit? Are there any limits to what he can do now? She shuddered involuntarily.

"Y..yes."

"Good," he said.

"Now, let's be sure. Let's be sure that you're going to be nice and cooperative."

She closed her eyes. She felt her bottom burning against the seat from pain.

"Now lift up that T-shirt and show us your pretty breasts again."

Resigned, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it up, up over her lean stomach until her big nude breasts sprang into view.

"Higher, all the way up."

She pulled it all the way up to her shoulders leaving the beautiful mounds totally exposed.

"Stick them out."

She pushed her chest forward.

"Great. Now jiggle them around a little bit for us."

"Wh..what?"

"Come on, wiggle your shoulders back and forth and make those cute beauties dance a little."

She started to sway her shoulders, making her large breasts jiggle tantalizingly. They all watched the show. Jeet said something inaudible about dancing nipples but other were too engrossed to notice.

"Okay, Ajit," said Rakesh. "Start her up. I'll tell you where we're going next."

They let Riya pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her put the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without a bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling under her T-shirt whenever the car bumped. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she could just imagine how clear her nipples must be showing through.

Rakesh still had her bra draped over his shoulder and that made her feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was his property. She'd thought he might give it back to her after making her display her breasts, making her jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn't. He just told her she could pull her shirt down.

Her bottom stung from the spanking, but it wasn't too bad. It was just hot.

Even though it was Rakesh who was making her do all of these horrible things, she realized that she was actually more frightened of the other three guys, especially Jeet and Ajit. Ajit hardly said a word. He just stared at her with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He even looked to her like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both really gave her the scares.

She didn't know how she could possibly face them again in college after being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After having to bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her pants and her panties for a spanking.

She realized that the best way out of this was just to do as Rakesh said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going around college was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse, what would her teachers and fellow students say?

As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves, though every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene at the abandoned building, and she would be reminded of it all over again. Her bottom, and her face, would burn.

"Anyone getting hungry?" asked Rakesh.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bite," said Jeet.

The other two guys agreed.

"Say Ajit, stop at that Dhaba" said Rakesh.

She felt the car slow down and turn in. It came to a stop.

"Okay Riya, off with the blindfold."

She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the light. She saw that they were parked near a small restaurant typical of the highways.

"Say, Riya," said Rakesh, "since you didn't like traveling in your bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn't you?"

Oh God. She realized what swimsuit it was.

"Y..yes," she said reluctantly.

"It's such a nice day out, why don't we have you change into that?"

She didn't respond.

"Lets go," said Rakesh.

They all climbed out of the car, and Rakesh pulled Riya around to the rear. He opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. She watched him as he went through it, finding the bikini top.

He whistled when he saw it.

"Whew, this is really a fabulous one, Riya."

She blushed bright red.

"It's not really mine..."

Rakesh grinned at her. He reached over and held the top up over her chest to see how it would fit her.

"Well, it'll look just great on you." He grinned again. She looked away from him.

He looked at her face disapprovingly and then went back to the bag. He pulled out the little make-up bag that Kiran had left.

"We need to spruce you up a little bit."

He pulled the trunk shut and they all walked into the restaurant.

The dhaba looked like a warehouse. There were ‘family’ booths to the right and rows of bench to the left. The cooking area was to the farther end. It was more or less empty except for a few truck drivers sitting at the benches. The booths were all empty. The men went quiet when they saw Riya, and their eyes followed her across the room. She wondered if they could make out her nipples through the T-shirt.

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Part 18

Rakesh lead them to the rear and they all moved into one of the family booths. 

Riya was not very hungry, and every time she made eye contact with one of the guys he would look at her chest grin at her, making her feel sick. She simply stared at the Formica tabletop.

Rakesh ordered alu parantha for everyone. There seemed to be only two guys working in the dhaba, one cooking and another serving.

"Well," Rakesh said after giving their order. "Let's see what we can do to spruce Riya up." He slid out and stood up. Still holding the bikini and the make-up bag, he offered Riya his free hand.

She took it and slid out.

A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as they got out together, their eyes on the itsy-bitsty bikini top Rajesh was holding.

Rakesh lead her into a narrow passage to the left of the cooking area. They came to a door that said "toilet" in hand painted letters in Hindi and English. Someone had marked an erect penis on the door.

Rakesh looked at it and smiled.

"Do you think whoever had written this was expecting you?"

Riya looked at the floor.

Rakesh opened the door and looked inside.

"Before you go change, let's get you looking good," he smiled. He motioned to Riya to go inside into the room.

She stopped and stared through the open door.

"Please...I can’t go in there..." she said.

"Come on Riya, don't make a scene, or I guarantee we are going to have good crowd in here too."

She realized he was right, and reluctantly walked in.

To the right along the wall was a counter with a sink in it with a dirty mirror mounted above it. To the immediate left there were a urinal and toilet with a broken door. The pungent smell inside assaulted her nose.

Rakesh lead her towards the sink. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened up the little bag.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were red and puffy from weeping. Then her gaze fell on her dress and she noticed the outlines of her nipples through the T-shirt, reminding her of her humiliation an hour ago. She felt like crying allover again.

Rakesh took out some tissues from the bag. He rolled them into two wads and wetted one under the tap.

"Come here," he said.

She turned to face him.

"Close your eyes."

She did.

He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes.

She gasped a little at the coldness.

Her full lips parted slightly.

She felt uncomfortable with his nearness. She suddenly remembered how his palm rested on the side of her right breast at the old building. She felt aware of her breasts now covered by just the thin T-shirt. She wondered if he was staring at them. Besides, at any minute someone could come walking in. She tried not to think about it.

Rakesh dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away the moisture with the dry tissues.

She felt his hand move her chin.

"Now, keep your eyes closed," he said.

She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag. He pulled out a liquid eyeliner.

"Now keep still," he said.

He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye and painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.

He waited a moment, letting it dry.

"Here, put some of this on," he said, handing her a lipstick.

She took it and noticed it was one of Kiran’s. It was a dark red.

She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made her look like a model, more like an FTV model.

Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out the stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips, struggling to do it as un-suggestively as possible.

"Great," said Rakesh, staring at the result. Her full sensuous mouth seemed even bigger with the efect.

He took away the lipstick.

"Here's the finishing touch," he said and handed her the mascara.

"Look," he said, "it's the waterproof kind, just like the eyeliner."

She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to her. She'd never done anything to him.

She decided against it. She wanted to get out of the stinking room. She took a deep breath and applied the mascara.

"Now turn to me, let's see."

Anxious to get out, she did.

Behind Rakesh, she could see the urinal against the wall, reminding her where she was. She wanted to run. She stood there holding her hands together in front of her chest.

Rakesh held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.

"Why don't you change into this?"

Wanting to get out the revolting room as quickly as she could, she moved towards him and began to reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.

"Why don't you change right here."

Her heart sank.

She felt her resolve weakening.

"Pl...please let me go into the toilet and do it..."

"I'll tell you what," said Rakesh, "you are going to put it on right here. There is nothing under there that I haven’t seen already, is there?" he asked teasingly looking at her T-shirt.

"Pleeeeeease....what if someone comes in?"

"Come on, Riya, or our food is going to get cold."

"Please...."

"Now, you give me the T-shirt," Rakesh continued, ignoring her plea, "and I'll give you the bikini top."

She realized there was no way out.

Her eyes nervously looked to the door.

"The sooner you change..."

She looked at him again. He smiled at her.

"Come on."

She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it up, up over her trim stomach.

Her big nude breasts popped free. They rose up on her chest as she pulled the shirt over her head. She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and held out the other hand.

"Toss it over," said Rakesh.

She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Rakesh. She crossed her arm over her chest.
 
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Part 19


Just then, the door opened suddenly, and in walked one of the truck drivers. He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that stretched the buttons on the front of his dirty shirt.

"Oui! What is going on here...." he said, taken aback.

Instinctively, Riya turned towards the wall, covering herself with her hands as best she could. Still, ample amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.

"My friend Riya here wanted to change," Rakesh told him casually, "but we couldn't seem to find another room."

The driver stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

He took a deep drag from the beedi hanging from his mouth. His eyes squinted slightly. Riya felt her blood race through her heart.

"I hope you don't mind," said Rakesh with a smile.

"Oh, No, puttar." he replied. He looked back at Riya cowering in the corner. "You are very lucky." He smiled, showing several gaps in his teeth. "And I guess, so am I." He laughed.

They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting for something to happen.

"Rakesh, Please...please can I have the top..." asked Riya, trying to sound calm.

Rakesh didn't move.

Neither did the man.

"Puttar," said the driver, "mere kehne ka bura naa man na. You are indeed a lucky one. Her fruits look very, very ripe."

Rakesh looked at him and nodded.

"They are." he replied.

They both looked at her again.

"Show our friend how ripe they are, Riya," said Rakesh finally.

"Please...." she felt panicky.

"Riya," continued Rakesh, "what happens when you don't follow instructions?"

She didn't respond.

"What happened earlier today when you didn't follow instructions?"

She couldn't speak. She realized what he wanted her to say - to say in front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she'd been spanked, spanked like a child.

"Riya? What happened?"

She stood there, mortified.

"A...a...s… spanking..." she finally uttered, almost choking on the word.

"That's right," Rakesh said. "Now do you want another one, right here?"

"NOOOOOOOO...please..."

"I didn't think so."

The driver figured that some game was going on here, but wasn't sure what it was. He decided to hang around and see how it develops.

So, he just kept staring at Riya’s chest.

Riya began to panic.

"Now show our friend here how ripe your tits are."

Her eyes darted back and forth. She was trapped, and she knew it. Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into view.

"HAAAAAIII RAAAAMM..." exclaimed the driver.

She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.

"Step forward, Riya," said Rakesh.

She took a step away from the wall.

"Now put your arms behind your back."

She looked worriedly at Rakesh, and then at the driver. Slowly her arms moved around her back, to the back of her @jeans. Her wrists crossed over each other above the back belt loop. She felt horribly vulnerable, the whole front of her body
exposed.

"Now, jump up and down for us," said Rakesh.

Oh God.

How could he ask such a terrible thing.

"Please don't ask me..."

"Come on," Rakesh clapped his hands together.

Riya made a little jump, her breasts bounced up and down.

"Come ON," Rakesh clapped his hands together again.

Reluctantly she started to make little jumps.

"Higher!"

She began to jump up and down, making her large charms bounce and flop around in all directions.

Rakesh moved closer and watched. 

The driver did likewise and looked as if he is on the verge of passing out. He reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to accommodate his raging hard-on.

"Ripe, aren't they?" said Rakesh at last.

The driver could barely speak. He just stood rooted to the spot. He had trouble breathing normally. "Uuuuhhhhhhnnnhhhh" was all he could muster to say.

"Okay, you can stop," said Rakesh finally.

She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her arms. She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible. Rakesh handed her the little bikini top.

"Here, put this on," he said.

Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini top on. She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her neck.

"Here, let me help you," said Rakesh.

He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again she faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He gripped the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over her nipples and fastened behind her neck.

He began to pull them taught, so that they fit snuggly over her breasts.

He pulled tighter, causing her boobs to bulge out below and at either side of each side of the top. It made it look several sizes too small. 

"There we go," he said.

She couldn't look.

"Now, let's go eat our paranthas" he said.

He took her hand, and led her out.

The driver went back to his buddies.

Riya felt as if everyone in the dhabha stopped and stared the moment she walked in. It was like time suspended. The five or six men seated that the benches literally stopped and stared. Whatever they were eating, their jaws stopped chewing.

She could just imagine what they were thinking.

She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look large, bulging out from all sides.

She stared at the floor as Rakesh led her by the hand back to the booth. He motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat.

"Wow, what a difference," said Jeet.
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Part 20

She wasn’t hungry.

She kept staring at the parantha on her plate.

All the while, she could feel their eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her hands.

Why is this happening to her? Was it any of her fault? 

"Come on, eat, Riya," said Rakesh.

"I.. I'm not very hungry," she replied.

She looked at Ajit and Jeet. They were busy eating, chewing, like animals. But they still stared at her as though it were her that they were eating. She quickly looked back down.

"You have to eat your food, Riya," said Rakesh. He smiled, "or you will have to be punished."

She heard the guys giggling.

Riya felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy roadside dhabha practically naked, her breasts almost totally visible to anyone who wanted to look. She was on display, like a poster on the wall.

A sob escaped her brightly painted lips as she remembered having to jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the toilet.

She was so degraded.

"Knock it off, Riya," said Rakesh, obviously growing weary of her tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll do something for you to really cry about."

And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse.

She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.

"It was very thoughtful of Kiran indeed, to pack the waterproof make-up." Jeet made a wise crack.

The guys laughed.

She looked down at the paratha and broke up a piece.

She started eating.

"There, that’s like a good girl," said Rakesh.

The serving guy came back to the table. She looked at Riya with thinly veiled lust.

"Some more ice water, please." asked Rakesh.

He returned back with a jug and started filling up the glasses.

"Can you just leave it?" asked Rakesh.

"Jee," he replied.

The disgruntled server sauntered off, clearly not happy. He wanted to hover around to enjoy the site of the almost topless girl.

After a few minutes, Riya noticed the driver from the toilet. She could feel him stare across. She thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again.

She noticed him lean over and talking to the other men. One by one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men were looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food.

The guys at her table were now talking among themselves, and she hardly heard a word they said. She just tried to eat.

After a moment, she saw the driver get up and approach them.

Her stomach tightened.

"Puttar," he said to Rakesh. He pointed back to the other men at the counter.

"I was just telling my friends about, about...and...well,, they don't believe me."

Rakesh looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw of his lassi. He turned and looked at Riya.

Riya could feel the butterflies in her stomach.

"Well," Rakesh replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you either."

They all laughed.

The driver laughed back, showing his yellowed teeth.

"I tell you what," he continued, "Its just us friends around here. Now my buddies here will give hundred rupees each for a look like I got."

Rakesh looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Riya.

She felt the adrenaline.

"How about two hundred rupees each?" said Rakesh.

The driver hesitated looking at his friends, then nodded his head in agreement.

They were talking about HER! Rakesh and this man were talking about her like she wasn't even there.

"That's another thousand bucks towards our trip," said Rakesh.

She didn't respond.

"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the table top. She couldn't look up.

"You wouldn't mind helping for the trip would you Riya?" Rakesh asked.

"Please...No...."

There was a moment of silence.

They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling around her. She stared at the table top.

"Riya here is kind of reluctant, shy" said Rakesh, "but I know she wouldn't want to disappoint her fans." He looked over at her.

She didn't move.

"May be," he continued, "she feels that ticket rate is too less, considering that SHE is going to be the STAR of the show. Riya! would two hundred and fifty rupees per ticket be OK!"

The guys all laughed.

"Noooo...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.

The driver motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.

"Bantha," the driver said to one of them, "go and get Satpal, will you".

"Oh, my God..." Riya looked at Rakesh, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please, no..." It was all she could say.

"We got to help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's no big thing."

Riya could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost literally drooling. They were all so gross.

The one called Banta came back, followed by the huge, fat, greasy looking cook in his late fifties. He had on a filthy armless banian that showed wads of back and gray hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier cotton towel wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Riya and smacked his lips.

"Just a minute," he said, quickly moving towards the entrance, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "let me lock the front door."

Rakesh got out from the booth.

"Step back friends," he said, waving his hands, "let's give our star some room to perform."

Tarun, Jeet and Ajit all moved out of the booth while the men formed a loose semi-circle.
 
Part 21


Rakesh reached his hand out for Riya.

She just sat there, visibly paralyzed.

"Satpal," said Rakesh to the cook as he approached them, "do you have a spatula?"

"Uh, Haanji, lekin kis liye..." the cook replied, perplexed.

"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Rakesh. He turned to face Riya sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Riya here needs a little persuasion..."

Satpal hurriedly ran back to the kitchen area.

Riya looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded.

"Come on…" Rakesh reached his hand out to her again.

She didn't have to hear it twice.

She reached out for his hand. He dragged her out of the booth.

As she stood up, Riya looked even more statuesque, and her large, smooth breasts straining even harder against the bikini top. They looked slightly tanned from the exposure to sun earlier in the day. 

There was a murmur of appreciation.

Standing up made her even dizzier.

Satpal returned with a spatula. There were a row of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of the sides was blackened and warped from use.

Riya stared at it.

Rakesh took it and put it down on the bench. He sat himself up on the edge of the bench they'd been sitting at, facing the men. He reached out and took Riya's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the guys with her bottom pressed against his chest. He straddled her legs with his thighs.

Rakesh reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it against the front of her @jeans. It stuck out like an red, erect penis.

"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out some of the men. They all laughed.

"Now, here Riya," said Rakesh, "I want you to hold this here, just like this with your left hand."

Riya looked down at the bottle. She couldn't look up, she couldn't face the men she could feel them staring at her crotch. The front door was locked, and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way out of this was to do what Rakesh said.

Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle.

"And with THIS hand," said Rakesh. He guided her right hand near the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Rakesh held it tight, keeping the motion going.

"YEAAAAH" cried the men. Some made whooping sounds as if to contain their delight.

"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."

She felt Rakesh's thighs pull tight on her legs, making her feel even more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than what happened in the toilet.

She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face.

Rakesh continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he had established a good rhythm.

"Now, you got to keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let go and pulled his hands away.

Riya closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right buttock. She could feel his breath on her bottoms.

"Keep it going nice and steady," he said, getting up from behind her.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to block out everything else.

She felt Rakesh's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the same rhythm.

He worked his palms up and down on her upper arms.

His hands moved farther up and went to her elbows, and he began pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out in the middle of her bikini, her chest forming a deep valley.

She heard the men make cat-calls.

She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Rakesh manipulated her elbows back and forth like an accordion making her breasts squeeze together and move apart.

"Awe, come on," said the driver from the wash room, "let's see those fruits."

She shuttered.

"Keep it going nice and steady now," Rakesh said, as he relaxed his grip on her elbows.

She felt his hands go back to her shoulders.

They rested there for a moment.

Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The fingertips began moving their way under bikini the material as they went down.

Her breathing became tight and fast.

She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther down the straps over her breasts, touching her nipples and slightly pulling away the top.

Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.

"Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice.

Riya kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look.

She felt his fingers continue to move over her nipples.

She felt the bikini top being moved away, slowly, from her breasts towards either side.

She waited for the feel of his entire hand

"Now pull your shoulders back," Rakesh said in her ear.

She bit down on her lower lip.

She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs rise up.

She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right hand up and down the ketchup bottle.

"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."

She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to believe.

She suddenly felt Rakesh's tongue on the right side of her neck. A tingling sensation spread across her body as his tongue touched a nerve. The tip of his tongue moved up her neck towards her ear.

She flinched.

It was dizzying.

Then in one sharp move, Rakesh pulled away her bikini top to either side, and Riya's large breasts sprang out.
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Part 22

She was taken by surprise at the suddenness of his move.

WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men cheered.

She let out a whimper of shame.

"OH, my GOD, look at those MELONS."

"I told you they are deliciously ripe!" the driver from the washroom.

She tried to ignore their comments.

She felt Rakesh's palms move over her bared breasts. He cupped them in his palms and began teasing them.

She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion.

Rakesh began to knead the big mounds with his palms. His fingers were playing with her nipples.

"OH, BALLE BALLE!"

The men were salivating openly.

"I'd sure LOVE to suck those sweet melons," said one of them.

"I'd give anything to run my thing between them," said another.

Riya almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these dirty horrible men made her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Rakesh let them?

Rakesh was running his fingers in circles over the base of her nipples. He caressed her nipples, pinching and tugging them outward.

"Let's get these things to stand out," he said.

The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and humiliation to create a swirl of emotions in Riya. She felt waves of dizziness.

He began rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Come on, Riya," he said, "let's make 'em hard."

"Let me lick them" begged one of the men.

Riya shuddered. She felt Rakesh's fingers working furiously on her nipples.

"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.

She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle.

Then a sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the floor. Tarun had taken the ice water jug and poured it down her front.

"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.

She instantly reached up to cover herself.

Now that her eyes were open again, she noticed that Jeet had climbed on one of the benches, his video camera pointed at her.

He'd caught the whole horrible episode.

She cried out in shame.

A wild cheer went up as the men saw that she had noticed Jeet.

"Hey, I want a copy of that film," said one of the men.

"Me too" the others clamored.

She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered her face. She began to cry into her hands.

"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."

"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said one of the truckers.

"DIIIIISapline" said another.

Rakesh pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping, wet breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They are now covered in delicate goose bumps from the coldness of the ice water.

"We will see," Rakesh said, "shoulders back, now."

Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the creamy light skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had indeed made her nipples tight and hard. A drop or two were hanging from them making them even more enticing to the men.

Rakesh reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them back, forcing her breast to stick out.

She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears dripped down her face.

"Riya," said Rakesh, "you just have not followed instructions here."

She suddenly realized what that meant.

Another spanking.

Here. In this awful dhaba.

In front of these horrible men.

"Nooo, Pleeeeeaaaaase" She tried to squirm loose, but Rakesh held her tight.

He gave her whole body a shake. Her breasts and nipples too shook vigorously, making some of the droplets sticking to them fall away. The men were completely mesmerized by the sight her swinging breasts. 

She stopped struggling.

"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, "you've got two choices." He pulled her tight.

The men all watched Rakesh talk to her.

"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..."

"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn around to face him.

He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear.

"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and holding you down, well, then things are going to get out of hand here..."

"Oh, GOD...No..."

She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed possible. The thought of these dirty, horrible men holding her down and...

"What's it going to be?"

She was speechless. Stricken with fear.

"What's it going to be, Riya?"

"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."

"Riya, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you."

She was numb.

"I think I'm going to have to teach you another little lesson here."

Tears welled up in her beautiful big eyes.

"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let all of the guys take over."

He pushed her forward towards the waiting men.

She found herself standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts dripping and sticking out, and realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor.

"You sure got nice mangoes dear," said one of them.

Rakesh moved to the next booth picking up the spatula.

"Ooohhh" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage points. Three of them sat on the benches facing the booth.

"You guys," he pointed to Ajit and Tarun, "come slid in here." He motioned each one to one of the seats facing each other across the bench.

"Okay, Riya, over here."

Slowly, with her large breasts wet and dripping with moisture, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the bench.

There was nothing she could do.

Nothing except what Rakesh said.

"Now turn around."

She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her long dark hair hung down near the line of the strap of her top around her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin.

In front of her, staring at her bare breasts were Tarun and Ajit sitting on either side of the Formica covered bench. Tarun smiled at her.

"I can't wait to see those big buttocks," whispered Satpal behind her

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Part 23


"You lick her buttocks if you want," said another, "All I want is to rub my thing between those beauties up-front."

Riya tried to blot out their rude comments, and closed her eyes again.

She just wanted this nightmare to be over.

"Okay, Riya," said Rakesh, "take your pants down."

She took a deep breath.

Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal button through the hole in her @jeans.

From behind, the men could see the waist of her @jeans go slack.

She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!"

She worked her thumbs into the top of the @jeans and carefully started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.

"Aaaaaawwwwhhhhhh!!!!" the men drooled at the prospect of what’s coming.

Slowly her white panties were exposed.

Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round buttocks came into the men's view.

She lowered her @jeans over the smooth buttocks to the tops of her thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panty, which was partly struck in the crevice of her cheeks.

"Ooh, Ooh, Ooh," the men chanted.

She waited her next instruction.

"A little lower," said Rakesh.

She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of her hips.

"Lower,"

Another few inches.

"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Rakesh commanded.

Slowly she moved away from the table.

She waited.

"Take them off."

She was startled.

That would leave her almost totally naked!

Yet, she knows he couldn't argue.

"Lean forward, Riya, and push them all the way down your legs without bending your knees."

She began to do as he said and lowered the @jeans down her tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The posture rounded her ass, making it stick out in front of the men.

"Oye, Kya scene hain!" she heard.

"Stick it OUT"

Her breasts hung alluringly from her like large tennis balls as she bent over. Her nipples hard and erect pointing to the floor. She felt Tarun and Ajit devouring her with their eyes. 

Satpal leaned forward towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab at it.

She pushed the @jeans all the way down her long slim legs.

"Okay," said Rakesh, "now step out of them without standing back up."

She lifted one leg at a time and managed to pull both of her bare feet free, her nude breasts bobbing freely before Tarun Ajit. Ajit shifted uneasily on the bench suppressing his erection. 

"Stand back up."

She raised herself back upright.

Rakesh walked up, and stood on her left side.

He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her panties and mauled bikini top.

"Go back to the bench."

She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the bench. The front of her legs leaned against the edge. She looked at Ajit and Tarun sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring at the front of her panties.

She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do.

She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.

"Now," said Rakesh's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab the bottom of your panties."

Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just above each bottom cheek.

"Now pull them up."

She began to pull the material upwards, exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled up. The faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation in the smooth, fair skin. Her otherwise blemish-less while cheeks sported red marks where Rakesh had spanked her earlier.

"Higher."

She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the crack between her ass. At the front, the panty had stretched tightly around her pussy. Her camel toe was clearly outlined before Tarun and Ajit. 

"Aaaaahh, Hhhaaaaaaah, Oohhhhhhhh..." the men behind her drooled in anticipation.

"Now lean forward."

Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the bench edge with the front of her legs. Once again her breasts hung freely from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ajit smacking his lips as he eyed her erect nipples.

"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."

The height of the bench was such that in order to make contact with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes. Stretched, her panty was now like a thong, showing almost all of her buttocks.

"Now," said Rakesh from behind her, "give your hands to Ajit and Tarun."

She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tarun smiled again. Ajit didn't. His eyes were still glued to her breasts. She let go of her panties which snapped back down, though most of it now remained wedged inside her bottom.

She slowly reached her hands out in front to her.

The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy.

"Okay," said Rakesh, "pull her as far forward as you can without pulling her off her feet."

They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts clung down like ripe mangoes from the tree. Their faces were now so close to them that she could feel their hot breath on her breasts. Tears of shame dropped from her eyes.

With her arms held down like that, she felt so vulnerable.

She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air.
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Part 24

Rakesh picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" a cheer went up from the men.

He walked up to Riya's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks. Her bottom bulged out on either side of the panty.

"Yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" the crowd cheered again.

He laid the spatula against the high point of her right cheek and pressed it hard against her skin. Small bulges of her supple bottom appeared in the holes cut in the spatula. He lifted it away and inspected the imprints.

Rakesh bent down on one knee, with his face just inches from her left cheek.

He just looked at it for a moment.

"Pleeeeease," pleaded Satpal, "pull down those panties all the way!"

Rakesh didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula and touched Riya's leg with it, just behind her left knee. It tickled her and the knee flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the gap between her legs, a gap she was tightly holding together.

Riya squinted her eyes shut at she felt the spatula between her legs. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.

Just as the spatula was about to make contact with her pussy, Rakesh reached out, grasped the top of her panties. In a quick motion he pulled them down over her ripe ass.

Riya let out a moan of shame.

He pulled the panties below her cheeks, exposing both luscious cheeks and the deep line that ran between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at the top.

Through all the shame and pain engulfing her mind, she noticed Tarun and Ajit gawking at her belly. Involuntarily she too looked down.

Oh GOD! The panty had moved way down exposing a part of her pussy and her bush!! Involuntarily she tried to pull her hands free from Tarun and Ajit in a desperate effort to cover herself. The futile effort only served to heighten her embarrassment further – now they know that she knows what they are looking at. Utterly defeated with shame, she closed her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably.

In the meanwhile, behind her, Rakesh grabbed the supple flesh of her right cheek with his fingers.

He squeezed it gently, causing her flesh bulge between his fingers. He seemed to be enjoying the smooth feel of her skin there.

"Show me see the HOLE!" cried Satpal hoarsely, unable to control himself any longer.

Both Tarun and Ajit felt her try to pull her arms free again. They held them fast as she squirmed on the table top. It took all of Ajit’s self control not to reach forward and grab at her exposed body. To tell the truth, he too was scared of Rakesh.

"SPLAT," Rakesh brought the spatula down.

"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.

"AHHHHHH" Riya cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than before. She burst into fresh tears.

Ajit and Tarun held her hands tightly.

The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down. 

Her bottom is now much redder than it had been.

Rakesh reached down and rubbed both cheeks.

Despite the pain, she held her legs tightly together.

"SPLAT," a little lower this time.

"SPLAT," on the other side.

"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.

Rakesh rubbed her bottom with his hands again.

Satpal and the other men stared.

Riya sobbed.

Her bottom was on fire. Her shame was overpowering.

Rakesh continued to rub the red cheeks.

"Now, Riya," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."

She gave no reaction.

"Ready, Satpal?" asked Rakesh.

The cook’s face was a bright pink.

Using both his hands Rakesh pulled her ass-cheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.

She cried out loudly in shame and humiliation.

How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing.

Her bottom buzzed with hot pain.

Rakesh released her ass-cheeks and stepped back. The four red marks were clearly visible. He walked to the booth they had all been in and picked up the jug of ice water. Ice was still floating in it.

"Riya here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we better cool things off a bit."

The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do.

Rakesh walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her other side, holding her firmly.

He pulled her ass cheeks apart with one hand and tipped the jug, and a stream of ice and cold water came down and made contact with Riya's back hole.

"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body lurched forward onto to the bench as both of her feet buckled at the shock. She pulled against Ajit and Tarun.

Still holding her cheeks apart, Rakesh let more water run down over her reddened bottom. It ran down from the round cheeks into the crack of her ass. Streams poured down her legs and ran into her panties. A piece of ice got stuck between her buttocks just below her ass hole.

She gasped out at the coldness.

He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks, nudging the piece of ice partly into her ass hole. The men went wild and clapped.

He pointed to the jug into her panties and poured the rest of the water onto them. The cold water spilled out of the crotch band and ran over down her thighs.

He set the jug down on the other bench and reached down and grabbed her panties. He pulled her panties back up, making a puddle of cold water come in contact with her crotch.

She whimpered as the cold, wet material made contact with her pussy.

Rakesh waited until she was still again and motioned to Tarun and Ajit, who let go of the distraught girl. Rakesh pulled her to her feet. 

Riya stood in total humiliation.

She covered her breasts with her arms.

Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which were pulled tightly back into place. Her pubic hair and camel toes, soggy wet, were clearly outlined against the wet panties. 

The men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and hugged each other.

Rakesh handed Riya her @jeans.

"Here, you can put these back on."

She took to the @jeans and held them in front of her.

"You can have five minutes in the toilet."

Riya quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to the toilet.

"But leave the panties on."

The men all laughed.

Rakesh looked at his watch at the sound of the toilet door closing.

"That was the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of the men.

"And the COOLEST," said another.
Part 25


They all laughed.

"Yeah," replied Rakesh, "I went easy on her this time."

He smiled at the men.

"Because she's still got some more coming."

"Yyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh," said one of to the men.

When Riya returned, the men were all unusually quiet, and that made her nervous. They had all been watching, waiting for her to come out. She had re-adjusted her top and put her @jeans back on, but as Rakesh had said, she'd left her wet panties on.

Rakesh and Jeet were the only ones standing. Tarun and Ajit were still sitting in the booth. The other men were all sitting on benches. As she walked in, they all turned to face her. She slowly walked up to the booth. She noticed a big tin of Ghee on the bench.

Rakesh had her little bag in his hand. He pulled a hairbrush out of it and handed it to her.

"Why don't you give your hair a brush Riya," he said.

It seemed an odd request and she looked around cautiously. She reached out and took the brush.

She began running it through her hair. The men all watched.

She saw Jeet picking up a wad of cash from the drivers and handing it over to Rakesh. Then picked up the video camera and stood aside as if ready to shoot. Once again she felt the adrenaline. Fear welled up inside her again. She'd thought it was over. Now the sight of the cash and the video camera really scared her.

"Did you learn a lesson here, Riya?" asked Rakesh, watching her.

The brush stopped for a second, and then picked up speed again. Something was going on.

"Y...yes," she said reluctantly. She tried to brush her hair as un-sensuously as possible.

"And what was that?"

She felt choked. She knew what he wanted to hear.

"Ob..obedience." she finally uttered.

"Obedience. That's right."

She finished with her hair. Despite her ordeal, she looked stunning. Her beautiful dark hair picked up a luster from the brushing, and her full lips still showed the red lipstick. The waterproof eye make-up held fast.

She watched Jeet and his video camera as he walked around behind Rakesh.

"Are you sure you learned your lesson Riya?" asked Rakesh, once more. He smiled at her with intolerable smugness.

Riya's nervousness and frustration showed.

"Y..yes," she replied irritably, immediately regretting her irritation.

She noticed one of the men at the benches shift in his seat. He reached down and readjusted his bulging crotch. She looked down at the floor.

It was suddenly so quiet.

"Are you sure?"

"Y...yes," she repeated, this time forcing herself to remain calm. God, she wanted out of there.

Rakesh stepped forward and held his hand out for the hairbrush.

It took a minute to register what he wanted before Riya reached out and handed it to him.

"That's good," he said. He smiled at her and held up the brush and looked at it. "Cause I'd hate to have to discipline you again."

A shiver went down Riya's spine. The brush would really hurt.

"I'll bet your beautiful buttocks are really sore."

Riya swallowed hard. Her mouth became dry. Rakesh was toying with her even more cruelly than before.

"Maybe we better look at them?" He said as if in casual conversation.

She didn't answer.

"Let's see," he said, "show us your lesson. Why don't you turn around and show us your bottom, Riya."

Oh God. It was starting all over again.

She slowly turned around.

"Show us...your bare buttocks."

In her time in the toilet, she'd almost managed to distance herself from this horrible incident and now it was going to repeat again. She noticed the hairbrush in Rakesh's hand. He waved it at her threateningly.

Suddenly, they somebody jumped in his seat nervously. The tension was broken by the sound of the front door to the dhaba being banged. A group of about five people had pulled up and were trying to get in. The people stepped back, looking around for a sign. A man leaned his ears against the door trying to listen if anyone is inside.

Riya almost wanted to cry for help. Her heart started to beat, and she could feel a scream welling up. She controlled it. She knew what would happen. Horrible pictures of her being touched by gross old men would go around the college, or worse, the video of her getting a spanking in a public parking lot, or of her with that ketchup bottle. Her parents would find out and she could never explain it. Rakesh promised not to show them to anybody, and she'd never heard anything about the other girls, about any videos or pictures, so it seemed that he kept his word on that score. She just had to make it through this nightmare weekend, at least until they got to the bungalow. She was sure she'd be safe once she is with the other girls.

Satpal walked up to the closed door and told the people outside that the dhaba is closed and they could find another half a mile ahead. They could hear the disappointed voices fade out as the people went back to their cars.

After a moment, all the eyes were once again on Riya.

She knew what had to happen, and she slowly reached up and unfastened her @jeans and pulled them down. This time, without having to be told, she slipped her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down too. Once again, her beautiful round bottom came into the view of the men sitting in the diner. Both cheeks were still red from the spanking. She kept her thighs tightly close.

"Mmmmmmm," she heard a male voice.

"Go ahead and take them off," said Rakesh.
Part 26

She pushed them down her legs, and kept her legs as close together as possible as she pulled her feet out of each pant leg.

Rakesh walked around the front of her and took her @jeans and panties from her. She avoided his eyes and stared straight down, her eyes fixed on her feet. She felt his eyes roam up and down her naked pussy. She resisted the urge to cover her pubic mound with her hands when she felt his eyes there. She heard him chuckling. He slowly walked around her.

"Now," she heard him from behind her again. "Satpal, our host here, has been kind enough to offer help to alleviate the burning of your bottom Riya."

She heard some giggles.

"Since he doesn't keep any cold cream here, he's offered to sooth you with pure, desi Ghee."

More chuckling.

"Come on over here," said Rakesh.

She bit her lip, her face drained off all colour. Her pubic mound would be on open display now! Will this nightmare ever end? Why is he toying her this cruelly? What had she done to deserve this? All questions and no answers. Her mind was going blank.

Slowly she turned around feeling their anxious, hungry gaze on her pussy. Someone leaned forward to get a better look between her legs. She saw Rakesh was standing between the men and his friends. There was now an empty table waiting ominously before the men. Rakesh motioned her towards the table.

Now wearing nothing down below her bikini top, Riya walked to where Rakesh was pointing. She approached the table. She felt the men’s stares burning her pussy. She was dying with shame. Why… OH… why?

"Get yourself up on the table," he said, "on your knees."

She stared at the table blankly for a second before moving. The men have moved on either side of her now and she could feel them leering, intently watching at every visible fold around her naked pussy as she moved.

She had a hard time as the top of the table was waist high. She had to hold on to the edges as she climbed up. She managed to get on to it and waited on her knees, with her feet sticking out back behind her.

Her naked body was elevated and in plain view. Her pussy, was now at eye level to the men. She pulled in her knees tight, but it was useless. 

"Now lean forward...put your elbows on the top. Spread your knees apart," said Rakesh.

She bent forward, and rested her forearms on the table top. Her bottom stuck out behind her.

She could hear the men moving around her.

"Spread your knees further" commanded Rakesh. She complied. 

She heard the top of a metal tin being opened. She closed her eyes tightly.

Satpal stared at the naked bottom in front of him and wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Her ass was perfectly shaped. Her smooth round buttocks, which were now a bright pink, were thrust out. Her pussy lips protruded from below. Through the pubic hair, they all could see her smooth, virgin, outer lips.

He reached his fingers into the tin and scooped out a big wad of semi-hard Ghee. He reached out and wiped it one Riya's left cheek.

"Now," said Rakesh, "no moving, Riya."

Satpal smeared another wad on her right cheek, and set the tin down.

She kept herself from flinching as she felt his hands reach out and slowly began to rub the Ghee across her bottom.

Her buttocks began to shine as Satpal massaged her cheeks as he was polishing an apple. His face became red as he kneaded the globes.

The men all watched breathlessly as Satpal worked on her bottom, marveling the sight before them. Satpal began to move his thumb into the cleft between her cheeks.

Riya opened her eyes in horror at this fresh intrusion and was shocked to see Jeet and his video camera. He was shooting her from the front as Satpal was massaging and mauling her buttocks. She desperately wanted Jeet to stop filming her degradation and looked around for Rakesh. Horror of horrors! Rakesh was behind her with his video camera running. Beaten, she tried hard to ignore the cameras, and what was happening to her. Jeet moved from side to side keeping the camera focussed on Riya's the whole time. 

Satpal couldn't help himself any longer, and he slowly pushed his index finger against Riya's asshole. He pushed the greasy finger in.

"AARRGGG..." Riya let out a gasp, and her bottom cheeks clenched instinctively, unintentionally gripping and holding the invading finger. But otherwise, she didn't move. She was too shocked.

"YEAHHHHHH," a chorus of male voices cheered.

Satpal slowly pulled the thick finger almost all the way out, and then inserted it back again, this time the full length. His red face began puff for air. He looked as though he might have a heart attack at any moment.

Finally Satpal pulled his finger out of her ass. He stepped back to let Rakesh do a final zoom on to Riya’s glistening bottom and the protruding pussy beneath. The other men just stared at the sight in front of them. It was a dream like reality for them.

"Very good, Riya," said Rakesh at-last, setting aside the video camera. "I am glad that you're learning."

He picked up her panties and @jeans and walked over to the sink near the booths. He turned on the tap and drenched her panties under it. 

"Okay," he said, "come on down."

Slowly the humiliated girl lifted herself off of the table and spun around. She stood by the table and hung her head down in shame, avoiding eye contact the men. Her luscious dark hair fell about her face. She placed her hands demurely over her pubic bush.

Rakesh handed her the sopping wet panties.

"Go ahead and put these back on," he said.

Without looking up, she reached up and took the wet underwear and stepped into them. She quickly drew them up the length of her legs. Water dripped down her thighs.

"These too," said Rakesh, handing her the @jeans.

She pulled the @jeans on over the wet panties. She was totally humiliated, and stood with her hair hanging down around her face.

"Well," said Rakesh, collecting another bunch of notes offered by the truck drivers. "I'd like to thank you for your hospitality." He said to Satpal.

Satpal could hardly speak. He just stared at Riya. He nodded his head.

"You guys can stop by anytime," he managed to say at-last. "And you, dear, you're welcome ANYWHERE, ANYTIME."

The men all laughed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Part 27

Riya's mind was in a whirl of emotions as she sat in the backseat of the car. Her sopping wet panties were dripping under her @jeans. Whatever else it did, the ice water had helped the burning of her now twice spanked bottom. It didn't hurt nearly as much as her pride. Her pride was devastated. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She couldn't believe that some horrible, disgusting man had put his finger inside her ass. It was the vilest and sickest thing she could imagine. She had never heard of anything so shameful. She was numb.

Rakesh and Tarun got in the back seat on either side of her. Ajit was going to drive again with Jeet sitting next to him. 

Ajit switched on the air conditioner and all of them pulled up the window glasses. The car started up, and they pulled out. She sat there simply staring out of the front windshield, trying to come to terms with all that had happened in these last few hours. She saw Ajit adjust the rearview mirror, on the windshield. Instinctively she knew he was now looking at her through the mirror. What is going to happen? 

Meanwhile, Jeet took out the video camera, sat sideways focussing on the back seat.

"I'll tell you where," said Rakesh addressing nobody in particular. He is now totally in charge of the situation.

Riya felt the camera lens closing in on her and Rakesh. She tried to concentrate on getting to the bungalow and seeing the other girls. This test had gone too far and become her worst nightmare.

Rakesh, who was sitting on her right, slipped his left arm around her shoulders. With his free hand he pulled her hair back behind her, exposing her front encased in the far too small bikini.

She could feel the stares. And the camera lens so close by. 

"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "I have a little confession to make."

She felt his hand gently stroke her hair. Slowly it began to move down her neck. He began to caress the skin along her collarbone.

She didn't move.

"You see," he continued, "we're not really going to any bungalow of Kiran’s."

"What..." she turned her head to face him.

"Well," he looked her in the eye. "We will be going to other places." 

She heard the other guys snigger.

"AND," he continued with a sarcastic voice, "you're going to have a chance to... be the star of your first film. I can’t say if the Sensors are going to pass it though"

Laughter all around.

Tears welled up in Riya's eyes.

"Please..." she said. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Please, hasn't this...Oh God...hasn't this been enough?"

Rakesh's palm slid down over the bikini top and covered her left breast. He cupped it in his palm gently rubbing it. She could feel the warmth of his paw over her nipples through the thin fabric.

A sob came out of her mouth as he started rubbing the exposed flesh on the sides with his fingers. "Oh my God, please..." she repeated.

With his left hand, Rakesh pulled aside the bikini top from her left breast. With his right hand he reached in and scooped it out of the top.

Jeet’ s camera leaned forward towards the exposed breast. It was hardly a few inches away from it.

Riya resisted the temptation to reach up. She looked up out of the corner of her eye through the window at the traffic going by. She blinked through her tears as she saw several cars go by without paying any attention to them. She hoped no one would be able to see in.

Rakesh moved his hands over to her other breast, and scooped it out too.

Riya began to cry openly.

"You see," continued Rakesh. He went to her nipples and started to tease them with his fingertips. Riya's chest started to heave in nervous response. "The test is for the whole weekend, and each new girl gets the chance to show her acting talents in my version of playboy videos". He bent over and kissed her nipples holding each one of them between his lips for a while, relishing the sensation.

"Please, please stop..." she cried, "I can't...I just can't take this..."

Rakesh reached over Riya’s back and untied the straps of her bikini. "This won’t be required now," he said taking it off her body and throwing it aside. 

All three guys and the video camera stared at her renewed nakedness.

Rakesh tongued her left nipple teasingly. Soon, despite herself, Riya felt it became erect and wet with his saliva.

"Sure you can," he continued, going on to her right breast. This time he deliberately ignored the nipple. Instead, he tongued and teased the aureole around it taking care not to touch the nipple. To his delight this one too started becoming hard and erect despite his not touching it. "That's why we work so patiently with our stars; so they can lose their inhibitions one by one before they are ready for the main film. And I might say we have progressed well so far, haven’t we? Look at yourself!"

She was so helpless. She just sat there crying with her hands in her lap as he played with her breasts, sucking her erect nipples one after another. The others watched in silence as Jeet continued to shoot. He even started directing Rakesh as the later played with her breasts.

"You see," Rakesh said drawing back, "aside from computers, video and other multi-media are my other hobbies." 

"Now Riya, Let us test your progress. Here is another test. Lean back, look at the camera, guide my face it to your nipples, loosely close your eyes and moan seductively" he said.

Riya’s recoiled with horror. Yet, she didn’t want to invite another punishment, God knows what it could be this time. 

She did as she was told. She held Rakesh’s chin with her right hand and brought it to her right nipple, closed her eyes and moaned, all the time looking at the lens. 

She didn’t feel seductive at all. 

"That’s good. Now show me your love. Feed me." commanded Rakesh softly. 

Resigned, she leaned forward thrusting her right nipple into his open, wet mouth. 

"There… both of us are now on film together. So you now know that I wouldn’t risk sharing the film with others. Trust me and follow instructions, you will be fine. I promise," Rakesh said looking up from her breast.

Riya nodded her head meekly, wondering how much she could trust him. She knew she had no choice but to do as told for the rest of the trip. Little did she know that Rakesh had already collected advance money from his underground connections for her videos.

"Ajit," said Rakesh without lifting his head off her breasts, "In another 20 minutes we will get to an intersection. There turn right and head for the Rainbow Motel a mile down the road."

"Just think," said Rakesh, looking up at Riya. "you're going to get a chance to be a star, so early in your career. Your mother wanted you to be an actress, didn’t she!" 

He sucked on her nipples some more and finally gave her back the top.
Part 28

The reality of the situation set in on Riya as she watched the traffic pass by the car window. She was very uncomfortable in the wet panties and could see the wet outline through her @jeans.

Even though Rakesh had allowed her to put on the top, she realized that she was a virtual slave to the four men in the car. It was really just that simple. She'd had to sit there while Rakesh bared her breasts and played with them before these guys. He had pictures and videos of her in the most terrible situations imaginable and if they got around she would be totally ruined. Worse even, if her father saw them it would kill him and she'd rather die herself than let that happen. The worst part about it was that Rakesh knew it too. She could tell that even if he did not know exactly why, he knew she would do whatever he told her from now on.

She wondered what he meant by "playboy" type of film. She had heard that some of the girls in the acting club did get some ad-film jobs. Mostly local stuff, but they were excited about it none-the-less. Riya was certainly not interested all. But she suspected that it wasn't what he was talking about.

It didn't take long to get to the Rainbow Motel. It was one of those typical looking motels that have come up along the high way in the last decade; plain and square, and barely occupied. It looked as though it hadn't been painted since it opened. The neon sign was missing several letters. They turned into to the parking lot, which was empty, and pulled into a space near to the office.

"Okay," said Rakesh, "Riya and I will go in and get the rooms."

She was surprised that he wanted her to go into to the office with him, and immediately thought of her wet pants. It would look like she had wet them. Rakesh opened to the door and got out of to the car. He held it open for Riya. Reluctantly, she slid over and stepped out. Once again, she felt embarrassed in the skimpy bikini top. It looked obscene. She felt like a whore in a sleazy place. She looked down at her @jeans and saw to the wet outline of her panties.

Rakesh smiled at her as he saw it too.

"It will look as if we were too late getting here," he laughed.

She blushed bright red.

Covering her chest with her forearms as much as she could, she followed Rakesh into the small, dingy office. It smelled stale cigarette smoke and the paint peeled off from the walls at several places. An old aged guy sat behind the desk under a big sign that read "Check Out: 12:00 Noon. Ask for Special Hourly Rates" He was tall and bald, and as they got closer, Riya noticed that he had white hair growing out of his nose and ears. Hearing them approach, he looked up boringly. When he noticed her, his eyes widened.

"Can I help you?" he asked with a put on smile, his eyes immediately checking out Riya and her skimpy bikini top.

Rakesh said yes, and asked for two rooms. She learned that she would be in his room, while the other three guys shared. Throughout the conversation, the desk clerk kept stealing glances at Riya's creamy boobs. She stood nervously, fidgeting.

"Say," said Rakesh after they had finished with the business. "Are you guys very busy now?"

"Naw," replied to the clerk, addressing both of them. "It's kind of almost empty. You are about the only customers we have today."

"Well," Rakesh continued, "I'm a film director, and Riya here is training to be our new heroine. And well, I was wondering if we might do a little bit of shooting a little later in the evening."

To the clerk looked at Riya. His eyes went up and down her body for a hundredth time. He cleared his throat and looked at Rakesh. 

"Well, I'm not too sure," he replied cannily. "You know, management and rules and stuff."

Rakesh didn’t reply. He just waited for the old man to complete his spiel.

"What have you got in mind?" asked the clerk finally. His eyes drifted back over to Riya, causing her to shiver.

"Well," said Rakesh, "I'm looking to get some good swimwear shots. And a little bit of video shooting to train our new heroine here" He turned and looked at Riya.

Suddenly the door behind the leering clerk opened and two younger men entered the office. They were both were obviously workers at the motel. They stopped short as they saw Rakesh and the clerk staring at Riya. They did likewise.

"This guy here," to the clerk told the two employees, "is a film director." He turned to Riya, "and this here is his would-be-heroine."

The two guys looked at her and nodded their heads enthusiastically.

"Isn't she something?" Rakesh said conversationally as if talking to old pals. "Doesn't she have a great body for a heroine?"

She began to blush as she felt their eyes on her.

The men just stared trying to size her up.

"Bring down your hands and turn around nice and slow for us, Riya," asked Rakesh.

She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

She dropped her hands slowly and began to pivot on her left foot and turn her body around. She stopped when her back was facing them. 

"Looks like she had an emergency in her pants," the clerk said noticing the dark patch on her @jeans.

The men laughed.

Riya's waited with bated breath.

The room went quiet and she waited for Rakesh to tell her what to do next.

"Turn all the way around," he said.

She pivoted back to face them again and stared down at to the floor. She couldn't look at them. She knew that their eyes would be roving all over her breasts. She was helpless.

"You know," said Rakesh, turning to the clerk. "I think I'd also like to get a few shots of her without her top on. Do you think would that be okay too."

The clerk swallowed with difficulty. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. "Well, ahhhh..." he muttered.

Riya's face flooded with color.

Rakesh leaned forward confidentially. The clerk did likewise. Rakesh whispered something into his ear.

"Yeah, well..." said to the clerk. He looked over to Riya. "That'll be okay," he said. He looked very nervous.

"Great." said Rakesh. He picked up to the keys from to the counter.

"Why don't you wait right here, Riya," said Rakesh as he walked towards to the door, "I will bring in the bags."

She looked at him pleadingly not to leave her alone with these strangers.

He stopped, turned back and smiled.

"And you behave yourself."

He left the room.
Part 29

Riya watched him walk out of the office. She stared at the door, hardly able to turn and face to the three strange men.

For a while they all stood there, watching and waiting. Riya’s heart was pumping with apprehension. What now?

At last, the clerk cleared his throat. She lifted her head and saw that he was staring at her. The two other men were as well, though they looked confused. The clerk clearly looked at though he was trying to think of something to say. Riya's feet felt rooted to the spot. There was no sound except the little fan spinning above to the desk. The silence was tormenting. 

"So," said to the nervous clerk finally, "Have you acted in any films so far. eh?"

Oh God. Now she had to talk to him.

"No… well not really; I mean, yes sort of…" Riya replied. 

She realized she had better not contradict what Rakesh had said. 

"I mean, well, I’m only just starting. "

"Oh," said to the clerk. He looked flustered. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. The two work men looked at him expectantly. 

"Well," he said. 

He cleared his throat again. 

"Well, you should do well… I mean… you look like a heroine."

he looked at the other guys and then looked back at Riya. 

"Don’t you think guys? " 

They nodded enthusiastically.

"At least… um… from what we have seen so far." One of them said nervously.

She looked down in misery at her bare feet. 

Suddenly she realized Rakesh had set her up with them! And she had to do what they said!! That is what he meant when he asked her to behave!

She felt a wave of nausea.

"This new film of yours, your Director tells me that it will have a lot of HOT scenes. Will you be acting topless in it?"

She didn’t know what to say. She kept quiet.

"It certainly takes a lot of courage to do those bold scenes, doesn’t it boys?" he asked again. His voice gaining confidence. 

She felt dizzy with anxiety. 

"I… I… don’t know…" she replied, barely above a whisper.

"Well," said the clerk, taking hold of the situation. "I think me and the boys here are pretty good judges."

"Yes," chimed in one of to the men.

"Why don't you go ahead and show us and we'll tell you what we think. Here let me play some music. Show us how well you can dance" the clerk said switching on a tape recorder. 

"KAANTA LAGAA..…" filled the room.

"Please," she said, "someone might come in..."

"Naw, it's real empty. No other guests tonight," said the clerk.

The two work men came out from around to the counter to get a better look. They moved towards her, stopping a few feet away.

"Come on, lady," said the clerk, doing likewise to stand right in front of her. The three men formed a half circle in front of her. Anticipation and lust radiated off of their eyes. They looked like children about to taste their first lollipop.

Sensing there is no alternative but to dance, Riya concentrated on the song remembering the music video she had seen on TV, her feet tapping tentatively to the beat. 

"Here let me show you" came forward one of the younger employees. He wasn’t a bad dancer – he managed to do a few bumps and grinds just like the girl on TV.

InPart 30

"Well," he said, "what’s going on here."

"Oh nothing. We just wanted to see how good is your heroine is at dancing." Said the clerk, winking at Rakesh.

"I see no harm in entertaining our hosts a little. It would make a good practice session too. Riya, while you are at it, why don't you take-off your top too. It would be a nice DRESS REHEARSAL for our main film. Or, should I say undress rehearsal!" 

Trapped once again, Riya looked at the motel employees and at Rakesh. Her eyes pleaded with him not to do this. Rakesh remained unmoved. Instead, he unzipped one of the bags and took out his video camera.

Resigned, Riya closed her eyes and reached behind her bikini top. She started to untie the knot. 

"That's right," said the clerk. His breath started to wheeze.

Slowly, the knot came lose spilling her breasts from the confines of the top. The top hung loosely over her freed breasts, barely covering her nipples only. 

"Riya, hold on there for a moment" Rakesh said from behind his camera. He circled around her covering her from all angles.

"SHIIIIIIIIIT" said one of the employees. "It’s like real shooting"

"Oh my GOD," said the other.

Rakesh gave a thumbs up to the clerk.

"Take it off completely" said the emboldened clerk, enjoying power over a woman for to the first time.

Riya closed her eyes tightly and untied the knot behind her neck. The top fell away at her feet, her large nude breasts exposed to total strangers for the third time in the day. 

Rakesh continued to move about her panning her from head to toe.

"Why not rewind the song and start from the beginning." He said.

Mesmerized, the clerk reached for the tape recorder and rewound the song. 

"Riya," Rakesh said, "time to put on a little show for our audience here."

All of them looked down at her bare breasts; the old clerk particularly salivating in anticipation.

Closing her eyes tightly Riya began moving in tune with the music. She couldn’t think of the consequences of disobeying Rakesh again. She willed her mind and body to concentrate on the song. Her movements were tentative at first; soon she could find her rhythm to the beat.

The motel employees were spellbound. It was obvious that they had never seen anything like this. They stood rooted to wherever they were. Initially her firm, large breasts bobbed gently as she took the first few tentative steps. As her steps became faster her breasts started dancing up and down as if they had a life of their own. It was a show they were unlikely to forget till their last living day.

It was also a revelation of different sorts for Rakesh. "Whoever would have thought that this demure girl could be transformed to this extent in barely twenty four hours" he thought in amazement . He made a mental note to give a special bonus to Kiran for making this wonderful weekend possible.

As the song finished, Rakesh went up to Riya and tapped her shoulders.

She opened her eyes to a wild applause from the motel workers. Her face turned red in shame.

"Good show Riya!" said Rakesh picking up her top from the floor and pocketing it. "Let us now go check our room. We have a long evening ahead of us". 

He circled his hand over her waist led her out.

Behind them, the men were still recovering from the show put on by her. The clerk called back at Rakesh saying that they could stay as long as they wish and it would be entirely on the house.

Topless, Riya curled up her arms against her chest as he led her out of the office and onto the stairs towards their room. She was desperate to reach the safety of the room before running into people as she was. Jeet and others who watched the dance from the out side broke into another round of clapping and hooting as she emerged from the office. Riya couldn’t bear to look at them, she hung her head down in shame as Rakesh led her up the stairs. the middle of it, suddenly the door creaked open. It was Rakesh carrying in the bags.
Rakesh led Riya to their room. He dropped the luggage on the bed and turned to her saying "OK Riya, from now on its - Acting time! I'm sure you don't want to look too modest in those @jeans so get the rest of the bikini on and do your make-up. I'm going next door for a beer with the guys. Join us in five minutes or there will be another punishment." He left closing the door behind him without giving her a chance to say anything.

Left alone after a long time, Riya sobbed quietly to herself. Thoughts of running away were dashed by the realization that they had all that film of her. Slowly she removed the @jeans and panties and pulled on the bikini bottoms from her bag. 

If she had been embarrassed by how little the bikini top covered, she was devastated and crestfallen to find that the bottoms were, if anything, even skimpier. At the back, the half inch wide string like material disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, firm globes completely exposed. The little strip at the front barely covered the triangle of her pubic hair. To her horror, she noticed a few pubic hairs appearing at the sides. 

Afraid of getting late, Riya's sobs of humiliation continued as she took out the make-up and hurriedly fixed her lips and eye shadow. Looking at the clock she ran out to the next door room, anxious to avoid giving the sinister trio any excuse to be alone with her.

She could hear the boys laughing and joking and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came Rakesh's voice. 

"Its me, Riya" she almost whispered.

"What are you wearing Riya?" the voice demanded. 

"The bikini, like you said" she replied. 

"Anything else Riya?" 

"No nothing else" she bit her lips in shame and frustration. 

She gasped as she saw from the corner of her eye that the two men from the clerk's room were now sitting on a bench by the swimming pool - not even five yards away. They were obviously waiting for her to come out in the new outfit! 

"Please can I come in?" Riya stuttered. 

"Sure Riya" Rakesh drawled "in just a moment. We need to check you're properly dressed first. Have you pulled the bikini pants up nice and tight Riya?"

"Yes..yes I have. Plea…… please can I come in now?" 

"Well Riya" the voice from behind the door continued "it's a mistake first-time actresses often make - leaving the panties too loose. Tell you what, just to make sure grab them at the sides and pull them up as far as they'll go. Oh, and I think I saw our friends from the motel staff out there. Go and ask them whether they look OK or whether they could be any tighter. 

Riya really cried now. "Oh please don't make me do it - please". 

Rakesh was obviously right on the other side of the door as his voice boomed out "Look Riya, you've forgotten our little chat. Do as you're told or Tarun will come out and get the bikini and you can take your chances with our friends."

Riya knew she was defeated again. Trying not to look at her audience she pulled at the sides of the bikini bottoms. She felt the string material ride higher into her ass crack. Turning to the leering men, eyes downcast she whispered "Are they OK?" 

The men still weren't sure what was going on, but they were smart enough to realise the stunning girl standing in front of them was powerless. "Well honey, I'm not sure" one of them answered, a lecherous grin on his face. "They still look a bit loose to me. Pull the front up a bit higher."

Riya bit her lip as she tried to pull up the material further. She felt the material at the front dig around the mound of her pussy and tried not to think of the sight she was presenting to the coarse workmen in front of her. 

"Is that OK now?" she almost begged still pulling and desperate for this to get over.

The guys felt themselves getting hard as the material stretched further around her pussy lips outlining them like a second skin. The lips were now straining against the flimsy material. As the material contracted and slid inwards, her dark bush slipped out on either side. The guys were so taken in by the sight they almost forgot to blink their eyes. They wanted to see even more. Her abject surrender heightened their desire and the feeling of power they held over her.

One of them managed to say in a hoarse whisper, "I think one more tug in the middle would get them just right, don't you?" With her eyes on the ground Riya did as she was told and felt the thin strip slide inside her pussy lips. 

The men on the bench were now totally speechless. Their mouths were agape with lust and wonderment. The lower part of the bikini had almost disappeared inside her pussy separating her pussy lips apart. The lips bulged outwards revealing a hint of pink inner flesh. This unknown women’s modesty was totally and completely out in the open for them to stare and devour with their eyes. 

Oh gods of great heaven! One of them cried out, unable to contain himself.

It seemed like ages before the one of them said "Well honey, that sure looks good and tight from here. Why don't you go on in and perhaps we'll see you later." 

The look in his eyes left Riya in no doubt that he was hoping to see her humiliation continued.

Riya knocked on the door again. 

"Yes?" came Rakesh's voice. "Its me. I'm ready now" Riya blurted out, desperate to get away from the leering men. 

"Tell me Riya," Rakesh replied "are our friends happy that the bikini is tight in all the right places?" 

"Yes, yes they are" Riya pleaded, tears choking her voice.

The door opened and Rakesh let out a low whistle as she entered. The other boys were lounging on the beds, beer cans in hand. "Riya, you do look like a proper actress now. Don't you think guys?" he laughed out loud.

They all grinned evilly as they took in the view of her nakedness, specially the half revealed pussy lips and bouncing globes of her ass as she walked to the center of the room. As she walked, dimples formed on her ass globes and Rakesh couldn’t help reaching out and smacking them playfully. The boys laughed out as if it were a good joke. 

More tears tricked down Riya’s face.

"Why don't you stand over there and let the boys get a few shots in here before we move to the next scene. I'll run through the rules for the next session so we don't get any mistakes."

Riya stood to the middle of the room and the boys got out their cameras circling round her and snapping her from all angles.

[B1ryani]

Fantastic story.Definitely cant wait for the next update

[hunk4848]

Too hot story. Loved it.