Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

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I felt his cock push against my pussy and I sat back on it. He sank deep inside me and I rocked back and forth, fucking him quickly. He responded by pushing up to meet me and slipping two fingers in my asshole. I felt him sit up behind me and push my head downwards. My head was level with his feet and my legs spread across his lap and stretched behind him. His fingers fucked my ass as I ground on his cock. He was so deep inside me he was rubbing against my cervix. It felt amazing. I reached down between my legs for some clit stimulation and was surprised how hard my clitty was.





He swapped his fingers for his thumb, spitting it on it to lubricate my anus. He thrust into my pussy with short strokes and I responded pushing back in time with his rocking motion. It was a deep sensual fuck and I kept twitching my pussy muscles with each forward stroke to keep it tight for him.


"Use both thumbs," I said, starting to pant. "Stretch my butt hole open to get me ready for your cock."


"Are you sure?"


"Yes stretch me open. It'll be less painful when you fuck me."


He withdrew his thumb and lined both of them up against my star shaped hole. He spat on my ass and pushed in slowly, still rocking back and forth with his cock inside me. I gasped as be punctured my inner hole, feeling the pleasurable pain of his large thumbs pushing inside. Once they were in, he gently spread my asshole open, first left to right and then top to bottom, loosening my muscles. It felt so fucking good.


"Mmmmmm fuck that's it, loosen me up Ethan."


I continued rubbing my erect bud, feeling myself getting ever closer to my second climax of the night.


"I want your spunk deep inside me," I said, encouraging him.


He fucked me with short slow strokes as I ground into him, for about five minutes.





"I want you on all fours," he said. "I can get deeper inside you that way."


"Oooooh you want to fuck me like a bitch, do you?"


I pushed off him, feeling momentarily empty. His thumbs left my ass and I shuffled round on the bed, bending over in front of him. I spread my legs wide and stuck my ass in the air, pushing my face into the bed. I parted my wet labia, showing him my pink insides and he positioned himself behind me.


"Are you sure you don't want to abuse my butt hole?" I asked.


"I do, but I know you want your pussy filling first. We have all night to remember."


He slid his ten inch cock into me and started to fuck me hard and fast. It was a change in tempo from him and I knew he wouldn't last long. I went back to my clit, rubbing it with two fingers to get myself off before he finished. He varied his strokes between shallow and fast or slow and deep. He knew how to get me going. The spark inside me started to turn into a small fire and it was building with each thrust. The shallow strokes teased me and the deep strokes made my orgasm build.


"I'm going to pump you so full of cum, it'll be leaking out of you for days," he gasped.





"Mmmmm good. I love walking round with cummy knickers. That's it fuck my juicy little pussy, make me cum."


Teasing shallow, building deep.


"You're so fucking tight Kajal"


"Fuck me Ethan. Cum inside. I want to feel it."


Teasing shallow, building deeper.


"Fuck I'm going to cum in you."


"Do it. Fill me. We'll cum together."


Fucking deep, deep, deep.


My orgasm triggered a fraction of a second before I felt him cum. The inside of my legs became soaked as I came. My pussy sucked him inside not letting him escape as he ejaculated in time with my contractions. He pushed into me as deep as he could and held it there as his balls drained into me, spurt after spurt coating my walls. I was screaming as I climaxed all over his shaft.


"Fuuucckkkk. I'm cumming all over your cock. Oh my god."


He kept his cock inside me after his ten or eleven squirts and let me finish my own orgasm before we both fell forward with him on top of me. I was panting hard and so was he. He kissed the back of my neck as a thank you and rolled off to the side of me. I shuffled over to him and kissed his lips. He was sweaty from exertion . I rested my head on his chest and clamped my legs closed keeping his semen inside me.





We lay still for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of release. I looked down at his softening cock as he kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair. He was slimy with our sex juices and it glistened in the dim light.


Ethan spoke first.


"That was amazing Kajal. Simply breath-taking. I came so hard inside you."


"It sure was. I felt every pulse. I'm pretty full of cum right now. Just how I like it."


I reached down and ran my finger over his slippery cock. I scooped up some of our love juice and licked my finger.


"We taste amazing mixed together," I sighed blissfully.


"I knew we would."


I scooped up some more, sat up on my elbow and offered it to him. He took it and sucked my finger.


"Like it?" I asked.


"Mmmmm salty and musky, we are delicious," he said.


We shared the mess from his cock until he was licked clean.


"All gone. Sorry," I said, with a sad pouty face.


"Not quite," he replied, with a naughty look on his face.


"Really? You want to do that to me?"


He didn't answer. He just pushed me onto my back and got between my legs, pushing them apart.


I felt his seed trickling out from my over filled cunt.


"Wow! You've got a messy little pussy haven't you Kajal," he uttered, gazing between my legs.


"It's your mess," I said, raising my eyebrows and propping myself up on my elbows to get a better view.


"It's my gift to you," he said, denying himself the pleasure of what he was about to do.



"I don't mind if you want it back," I said.


"It really is a delicious looking creampie Kajal. Do you want me to?"


"Yes. Clean up your filthy, sticky, mess," I knew he wanted to be instructed to do it.


"Yes Miss Kajal. Of course."


I felt his hot breath against my wet thighs as he went down on me. His tongue curled under my drooling hole and he scooped up the first mouthful of his cum. I saw it on his tongue just before he closed his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp. He looked in ecstasy.


"Mmmmm that tastes so fucking good."


"Keep going, there's a lot more where that came from." I was fascinated. I'd never had a man eat his own spunk out of me before. It was so arousing.

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His tongue dipped inside and he pursed his lips and sucked his jizz from my inner depths with a slurping noise.


"Good boy Ethan. Lick up all that dirty spunk. Clean my pussy properly."


He looked at me and smiled and went back to his depraved clean up job.


I pushed down to expel his load and heard him moan as more flooded from my slit. I let out a small squelchy, pussy fart as the last of it squished out.


"There's so much of it," he moaned. "I really did fill your hole."


"Make sure you get it all. I don't want a half assed job doing. Lick it clean."


He sucked on my pussy again, taking my whole vulva into his mouth, before finally licking me bottom to top to finish the job. He moved up the bed to me, his mouth was closed. I knew what he wanted and I lay back on the pillows.





We kissed with closed mouths. I tried to push my tongue in to break the seal of his lips, but he withdrew, shaking his head slowly and smiling.


"Share it," I begged.


He kissed me again, this time allowing my tongue into his mouth. I finally tasted his salty cum mixed with my musky pussy. It was the essence of sex and we enjoyed a messy, sloppy kiss. We coated our lips in it allowing it to dribble all over our chins. It was slow and loving, sharing the load, sucking each other's lips and licking up the last drops until we both swallowed hard. The taste was exquisite.


"Well you're full of surprises aren't you? I didn't realise you were a creampie eater."


"I love the naughtiness of eating my cum from a hot young girls pussy."


"Dirty fucker," I giggled.


I felt something touch my leg. He was rock hard again.


"Already?" I asked, looking down at his huge cock.


He nodded slowly.


"Eating a cummy pussy drives me wild," he said softly, pulling his foreskin back.


"Do you want to fuck my ass this time?" I asked, pointing round my back to my butthole.


"Of course. I'll be gentle. I'm bigger than I've seen you take in the past. I'll get the lube from behind the bar."


"Odd place to keep it."


"I like to be prepared," he laughed. "Taking you up the ass is going to be the perfect way to round the night off."


I felt myself moisten even more between the legs again.


"How do you want me?" I called over to him at the bar. "Like a bitch again? Spooning? Or me on top so you can see my face and tits?"


"I love how matter of fact you are about it all Kajal. You really are something else."





"You didn't answer my question."


He came back with the lube, his cock bounced freely and was harder than I'd seen him all night.


"You on top. I want you to look me the eye as you take it."


"Oooooh kinky fucker. Want to see me hurting and in pain?"


"Absolutely, but you'll be in control of the pain, not me."


He lay on the bed and propped the pillows up behind him. His cock stuck up at an angle towards his belly button at forty five degrees. I stood above him and lowered myself into a squatting position. I took the tube of lube and squirted it on his cock, rubbing it up and down his engorged shaft, paying particular attention to his purple head. I rubbed some around my anus and slipped a finger inside myself to tease him.


"Mmmmm feels nice and tight in there Ethan. Are you ready to hurt me?"


"Take your time Kajal. I want you to enjoy my fat cock in your asshole. Its not just for my pleasure," he replied.


I grabbed his shaft and pushed the head of it against my puckered bum hole. I was nervous and excited all rolled into one. He was bigger than I'd took before, that was for sure. I relaxed as much as I could and squatted down slowly. His glans intruded through my inner and outer sphincters and I felt the burning pain of a foreign object being forced inside me. I stopped and took a deep breath.





"Holy fuck!" I gasped, in pain, "You're so big. That fucking hurts."


"I can see your asshole opening up to take it Kajal. It looks so fucking hot. You certainly are tight in there. Relax."


The pain subsided a little and I slipped further down his length. I felt his balls touch my ass cheeks and knew I had taken all he had. I felt so full and stretched it was unbelievable. My asshole was still burning, but it was easing off. I leaned backwards propping myself with one arm and reached down to my overhydrated pussy. His view must have been incredible as I squatted on top of him opening my pussy lips and rubbing my clit.





The look on his face said it all. I must have been tight for him, even though he had a pained expression on his face.


"Am I too tight for you?" I asked, "Shall I take it out?"


"No!" he replied quickly. "It is very tight, but leave it in. You feel like a little virgin."


I laughed and started to lift off, feeling my butt hole being pulled outwards as his cock started to glide against my anal walls. When he was almost out I sat back down again, feeling him fill me once more. Ethan was starring at his cock disappearing inside me, and the rhythmic rubbing of my clit.


"Does it look sexy Ethan?" I asked, "Seeing my ass hole being stretched by your big cock? Seeing your little whore take you in her forbidden hole?"





"Oh my god Kajal! You are so dirty and sexy. Take it harder. Fuck my cock with your ass."

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I leaned forward, back into a squatting position and started to bounce up and down, impaling myself on his throbbing manhood. It hurt taking a bigger cock in my ass, but in a good way. I varied my strokes taking him deep and slow and then shallow and fast. Occasionally I allowed him to slip all the way out and showed him my ruined anus before I slipped him back inside and continued to pound him. I adjusted my position and got on my knees with him still inside me. I leaned forward and fed one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. He sucked greedily on it, moaning as I continued to ride him and rub myself. I rubbed my tits in his face, feeling them bump against his lips as he sucked each of my nipples in turn.


"Are you enjoying fucking my asshole?" I panted, feeling my climax building from my clit rubbing.


"Keep going Kajal. Make me cum in your sexy ass."



"Oooooh dirty boy," I mocked. "Have you got another nice load of hot spunk to pump inside me?"


"Yes. I'm going to fill your last hole. It'll be the biggest load yet. Roll over and let me fuck you like a dog."


I obeyed. I let his cock slip out of me and bent over pushing my head into the pillows.


I reached back and parted my butt cheeks, inviting him in. I felt so horny, my dirty talk flowed naturally, trying to get him off quickly.


"Mmmmm Ethan. I can't wait for you to fill my asshole with your big hot load. Come on fuck me hard and fill me up. I'm your whore for the evening. Hurt me, punish my holes."





He didn't need telling twice. He got behind me and stuffed his ten inches into my pussy. I was expecting to feel the pain of anal sex, but he took me by surprise. I nearly orgasmed right there and then, feeling the intense stimulation of him stretching my sloppy pussy hole.


"Oooohh your dirty fucker," I gasped. "That's the wrong hole. Stick it in my ass."


"You can say it dirtier than that Kajal," he said. "Beg for it. Use really dirty words."


I was surprised he wanted me to be even more dirty. He really did like hearing me talk dirty and swearing at him.


"You dirty boy Ethan. Stop ploughing my cunt and fuck my ass."


"Dirtier!" he said.


"Fuck my shitter Ethan. Is that what you want to hear?"


"Yes. You filthy whore. Say it again. Beg."


"Oh Ethan. Please fuck me in the shitter."





Even I was getting turned on by it. I'd never spoken so dirty during sex, it felt even more arousing than usual. He pounded away at my pussy before finally pulling out and ramming his cock in my swollen ass.


"Take that cock in your filthy asshole you fucking slut."


"Yes master. Punish me. Abuse my second fuck hole. Treat me like a fuck doll. Pound it into me."


I was close to climax now and so was he, but I didn't want it to end. Not yet. He was holding off too, I could tell. He continued to ram into me. Pushing me forward with each stroke. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy. I could hear his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks. I was being pushed ever closer to orgasm.


"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in my ass!"


"You fucking dirty little bitch. Beg for it!"


He pulled his cock out and drove it back into my pussy. I was dripping my love juice all over the bed and rubbing my sex bud like my life depended on it. Feeling his cock in my slippery snatch was enough to trigger my orgasm. I started to cum hard. Screaming and panting.


"Fuck I'm cumming. Fuck me harder."


He pounded into me another dozen times as I bucked beneath him. I felt my climax start to subside. He felt it too and instead of finishing with me he pulled out and rammed it back in my ass. This re-ignited my orgasm and I started to cum again. I had never cum in such close succession. His strokes deepened and I felt him cum in my anal cavity, spraying his remaining cum load deep in my ass.





"Fuck me." I screamed. "I'm cumming again. Fuck my shitter. Cum in it!"


He let out a long moan as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed emptying his seed into my dirtiest of holes. At least a dozen squirts of red hot cum entered my body. He kept it there until his balls were drained and we both fell forward onto the bed, with him lying on top of me impaled on his cock.


We were completely spent and in the blissful afterglow of filthy, euphoric sex. He was panting hard with his face in my neck. We lay there still with our sweaty bodies recovering. He eventually rolled off me and withdrew his shaft from my anus. I felt swollen and sore and was sure I was gaping a little.





"Wow you gave me a multiple orgasm. I've never had one of those before. That was so intense. As soon as you stuck it back in my ass I came again, even harder."


"Glad to be of service," he chuckled, smugly, obviously feeling proud of himself. "You've got the tightest asshole I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. It was incredible."


"Glad to be of service to you too," I mocked, "and yes it was pretty incredible."

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We lay there in silence again. A long peaceful silence. I had my head on his chest and he had his arm around me. I heard his breathing drifting deeper as he started to fall asleep. I slipped my hand down to my asshole and touched it with my finger tip. It felt tender, but I wasn't gaping or damaged. It put my mind at rest and I too drifted off to sleep.





I awoke to the sound of a belt buckle rattling. Ethan was pulling his trousers back on.


"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful," he said softly.


"You were just going to leave without saying goodbye?" I asked, sitting up in bed.


"The deal is done," he said, fastening his belt. "It was an unforgettable night."


"It was, but is that it?" I asked. "Don't you want to play with me before you go?"


"I paid you for one night Kajal. That was the deal. I won't take advantage of you."


I felt cheap and dirty, when he mentioned paying me. I had almost forgot about it.


"Oh... Right...I don't really know to what to say to that."






He finished getting dressed. He had a new shirt on and looked pristine once again. He did up his tie and packed a small bag which was behind the bar.


"You don't need to say anything. I had a great time. You had a great time. We were amazing together."


"So that's it? Will I see you again or was it a one-time thing?"


He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it next to me. He lifted my chin and kissed me softly.


"Time will tell," he replied. "You're a sweet amazingly sexy girl Kajal. I've never met anyone like you. Don't ever change."


He kissed me again, picked up his bag and walked out of the door closing it behind him.


The room was suddenly silent and empty. I looked round at the mess of clothes strewn all over the floor. My boots, my dress, my ripped panties, my bra, the empty wine glasses, the empty champagne bottle. The room was a state. I felt used and dirty. I really had just been a hooker for his pleasure for the night. I thought there was something between us at the time, but now I just felt like a cheap whore.


I lay back on the bed and threw the covers off in frustration. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. I lay on the bed starring at the ceiling lost in my thoughts. I heard the door open and knew it would be Charmi. I didn't bother looking round.





"Wow. Someone had a good night, what a mess," she laughed.


I didn't respond. She came into view and stood at the side of the bed. I turned my head to see her, still naked and uncovered.


"Morning," I said, with a forced smile.


"Soooooo how was he? Was it true what Natalie told me? Big cock? Lots of spunk?"


"All true," I said, "he was great. A few little kinks too"


"So why the sad face? Didn't he make you cum?"


"Oh fuck yeah. Three times actually," I cheered up a little.


"So why so sad? Did you think he was going to run off into the sunset with you or something?"


"I don't know what I thought. He just got dressed and left this morning. He wasn't even going to wake me. I feel used and dirty"


"It's always like that the first time," she said, sitting on the bed. "You'll be fine in a few days. Just think of the money."


"I guess so."


"Soooo what did you get up to? I want all the dirty details."


"We both came three times," I giggled, cheering up a little.


"Where did he cum?"


"In my face, pussy and then in my ass."


"Wow! You lucky filthy bitch."


I gave her the run down of what had happened. I know for sure she was aroused by it. I would have been too.





"Sounds like the perfect night to me Kajal. Get up and get dressed. We need the room today for filming and you need to get home."


I reluctantly got out of bed and picked up my bra from the side of the bed. I picked up my ripped knickers, they were still wet. I picked up my dress and finally my boots.


We left the room and stopped at the dressing room on the way back. I put the clothes into the laundry chute and pulled on my Yoga pants and t shirt. I didn't bother with underwear, I just stuffed them in my pocket. When I was fully dressed we walked back to my room.


"You did amazingly Kajal. I'm sure he loved it."


"I know he loved it," I laughed, still feeling a little down about it all.


"I'll tell you what. Once the dress is cleaned I'll send it to you and we can go out for a meal. How does that sound?"


I suddenly felt a lot happier. She wanted to see me out of work. This was a first for her.


"Sounds amazing Charmi. When will it be?"


"In a couple of days. I'll send the clothes to you and then message you about when and where."


"Just dinner or dinner and sex?" I asked coyly.


"Dinner and a hotel for the night," she replied, with a naughty smile.


"I can't wait."


She kissed me. A long sensual kiss holding my cheeks.


"See you soon sweet Kajal. I'm looking forward to it."


She squeezed my ass and left the room.

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any suggestion for Charmi character replacement 

[PANNIRUVAEL KHAI]

Hansika or POONAM BAJWA

[killlervishnu]

Go for Samantha or tamanna

[Crushed_Burned]

Add Ileana / Kriti sanon as new characters. This story is going very well. Bro, upload a PDF file when the story ends. Gotta Save the good one for later.

[Xossipy123456]

Samantha...

[Test07]

Nayanthara could be very dominating character

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There was a knock at the door. It startled me for second, until I realised who it was.


Bang! Bang!


I put my cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter and went to the door.


As I opened up and saw a Fedex man on my doorstep with a large box. I took it from him, signed his electronic pad, thanked him and closed the door. I suddenly felt excited and had butterflies in my tummy. I knew exactly what would be inside.





Once I had walked back to the kitchen, I opened up the box and looked inside. The contents were wrapped in white tissue paper and were box fresh. I'd worn it less than a week ago and it was already back with me, clean and good as I knew, just as Sunny Leone had promised. I took it out of the box and held it up to my body. The slinky white cocktail dress looked and felt as good as I remembered. Also in the box was the bra I had worn for Ethan and the thigh high boots I had seduced him with. I searched amongst the tissue paper and smiled, a sexy dirty simile to myself. There were no panties. Sunny Leone obviously wanted me out on our date with a naked undercarriage.


'Dirty girl,' I thought to myself. 'Typical Sunny Leone."


I put the dress back in the box and had a sip of coffee, feeling excited about the night ahead. Sunny Leone had promised me dinner and a hotel for the night, after my disappointment last time we met.



Less than a week ago Sunny Leone had prostituted me to a man called Ethan. It had been an amazingly sexy experience, but had left me feeling a little sad and used that it was a one-time thing. He had been an amazing lover, but just got up and left in the morning, barely saying goodbye. He made it feel more like a business transaction, where as I had hoped there would have been more between us.


I cut away from my negative thoughts and got back to thinking of Sunny Leone. I wondered what she'd be wearing. Something revealing and sophisticated I hoped. She'd probably wouldn't be wearing any knickers either, she told me she hated wearing underwear. This was to be the first time I had seen her out of work and I was thrilled it was finally going to happen.


Buzz! Buzz!


My phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. It was Sunny Leone, she had finally given me her number. My face lit up when I read her message.


"Tonight's the night. Where the dress and boots. Oops forgot to send panties. Teehee."


"Grand Hyatt Hotel. Main Street. I'll send a driver to pick you up at end of your street."


I replied.


"I'm already wet for you. Can't wait. ;-)"





I put my phone back on my pocket and looked at my watch. It was five past three. I had a few hours to kill, but getting ready would take me a couple of hours. I wanted everything to be just right for her. I was going to do my nails, take a shower and do my hair and makeup. I had recently been waxed with a full Hollywood, so I didn't need to shave my pussy for her. She hated hairy pussies and so did I.


The next hour or so I spent relaxing in the lounge, thinking of Sunny Leone. I wondered if she was thinking of me. I had never seen her outside of work, where she always wore a skirt and blouse, almost like a uniform. I started to imagine her getting ready for our date. Maybe she'd wear a short cocktail dress similar to mine. She certainly had the body for one. I wondered if she'd have her case of sex toys with her, for our night of filthy sex and if she had anything new and dirty she wanted to try with me. I couldn't help but squish my thighs together feeling my wet lips rubbing together in anticipation. I resisted playing with myself although I was feeling exceptionally horny.


I finally decided to get ready at four o'clock. I did my nails first and then showered. I was drying myself when my phone beeped on the dresser.


Bing! Bing!


I picked it up and gasped as I saw the screen. It was a photo message from Sunny Leone. She had taken a picture of her boobs and texted it to me. The picture was taken at an angle, with her holding her phone at arm's length, selfie style. They looked magnificent as always. Large, round and firm with her pink nipples pointing at the ceiling. I couldn't wait to feel them against my body.


"You're so dirty," I texted back.



She replied immediately with another photo. This time it was off her ass. She was sticking it out and posing for her ass selfie. It was beautiful and pert, taken at a low angle where I couldn't quite see her pussy poking out, but not far off.


"Tease," I texted back.


The next photo she sent was of her face. She was giving me a coy look which said 'What? Me? A tease? Never?.' She looked all sweet and innocent.


I dropped my towel and stood naked in my bedroom. I bent over in front of my full length mirror and pushed my ample pussy lips between my thighs and took a photo in the mirror.


I hit send.


A few seconds later she text back.


"Filthy slut! See you at six."


I text back, "Where's my pussy pic?"


"Don't be so dirty. I'm not that sort of woman ;-)."


I text back "Yeah right. See you at six sexy."


I giggled at her playfulness. She seemed more fun out of work and seemed as excited as I was.





I dried myself and did my hair and makeup. The package with my dress in was left in the kitchen. I walked naked across my apartment to collect it. I dropped it on the bed and took out the flimsy balcony bra. It was beautiful and pretty and made from expensive fabric. I put it on and admired my body in the mirror. My erect nipples were poking out of the see through material. Next I took out the dress and slipped it on. It still fitted as though it was made for me. It showed every curve and was tight in all the right places. I had no panties to wear and it felt wonderful to have the air around my nether regions while wearing such a classy outfit. I put on the thigh high white leather boots to complete the look.


"You're going to get it tonight Kajal," I said out loud, smiling to myself and modelling my sexy outfit in the mirror.


Having a naked pussy and wearing a bra felt alien to me, so I whipped my bra off and decided to go out with no underwear on at all. I pushed my boobs together and pouted at my reflection, smiling at how sexy and horny I looked.

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I took a full length photo of myself and then another one of my pussy, up my dress.


I sent both pics to Sunny Leone with a message saying:-


"This is all yours for the evening. Do what you want to me."


I walked back to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine while I waited for her reply. It was quarter past five, so I'd be seeing her very soon.





Bing! Bing!


I picked up my phone and looked at the pictures she had sent me.


The first was of her looking utterly stunning in an asymmetric black dress. It had one shoulder strap and a slit up the leg. It was short, but not too short. I nearly creamed myself there and then, she looked so hot. She was pouting and blowing me a kiss in the mirror. The butterflies in my tummy were doing somersaults and my heart raced at the thought of our evening together.


The second picture had taken up her dress, like I had done for her. There was a black tunnel of fabric from the dress and then her glistening vulva taking centre stage. She was completely hairless as usual, her legs parted slightly to frame the shot. She was wet for sure, I could see a liquid line between her protruding labia. I could almost smell her sweet nectar coming from the phone screen. I felt my own pussy get wetter at the thought of her scent.


Her message read:-


"This is your dessert for tonight, you naughty minx."





I sat back on the chair and lifted my dress up. My fingers found my erect bud straight away and I went to work on myself looking at her sexy photos. I couldn't help but gasp as I pleasured my naked pussy thinking of the naughty things she was going to do to me. I parted my wet lips and slid a finger inside my tight hole. I felt warm and slippery teasing my cunt and rubbing my clit. I continued until I was about to climax and then stopped. I was desperate to cum, but wanted to save myself for her. I rubbed my fingers around my leaking hole and wiped my delicious juices on my neck and cleavage. Sunny Leone had shown me how to do this, to spread my pheromones on my pulse points to drive my lover wild. It worked last time and couldn't wait to see her reaction. I walked to the bathroom and wiped my pussy on a towel. I wiped just enough so I wasn't leaking, but left myself feeling moist for our date.


Time was getting on so I put my coat on and took one last look in the mirror. My new leather jacket was white with faux fur trim on the hood and cuffs. I had bought it with some of the ten thousand pounds from my prostitution money and loved how it looked on me. I put my phone, purse and keys in a matching bag and left my apartment.


The first thing I noticed was the cold wind between my legs. It felt liberating and naughty to be out with such a short skirt on and no panties. I was glad it was tight fitting and that the wind wouldn't blow it up for the world to see my modesty. My braless boobs bounce as I walk with haste to the pick up point.





I got there at five twenty five and waited in the cold. It was dark already and I saw lights coming up the hill towards me. It was a black people carrier with three people inside. As it drew up to the kerb the side door slid open and I stepped inside just as I had done all those times in the past.


The door slid shut and as we drove off I immediately knew I had made a terrible mistake.


I didn't recognise any of the men in the car. They were not wearing black suits like Sunny Leone's men always wore. I was sitting next to a guy in jeans and another was in the seat behind me. The guy next to me pinned my arms to my sides and the guy behind me pushed his hand past the seat and round over my mouth. He had a cloth in his hand which smelt of chemicals and as I struggled to scream and fight I passed out very quickly.


Everything went black.





The first thing I noticed was the smell of damp and decay. I felt groggy from the drugging, but it wasn't the first time I'd felt like that. My first thought was that this was one of Sunny Leone's sick games, but the more I thought about it the less that made sense. I was naked on a damp, dirty mattress on the floor of what looked like a broom cupboard. The place was falling apart with paint peeling off the walls and rotting skirting boards.


I sat up to take in the room and felt wet between my legs. I felt a lot wetter than I should, even for me. I put my hand between my legs and felt my pussy. It was puffy and slimy and my heart sank as I realised what it was. I had cum dripping out of me. Someone had cum inside me while I had been unconscious. I felt sick to my stomach. I pushed my fingers inside myself and scooped out what I could, flicking it onto the wall and wiping my fingers on the mattress. There was a lot of it and I had the horrible feeling that maybe more than one guy had used my naked body. There was a puddle of cum on the mattress where I had been lying. I stood up and examined myself. I looked and felt alright apart from the obvious. I had a sore throat and my nipples were hard, but it wasn't exactly warm in there. My ass felt fine so I guessed it was just my pussy they had violated.





I tried the door, but it was locked. There were no windows and just a bulb on a wire giving an eerie light. I wasn't panicking, but I knew I was in trouble and I kicked myself for getting into the vehicle without checking first. If it wasn't Sunny Leone, then who were these people.


I banged on the door as hard as I could and shouted for help.


No-one came to my rescue. Maybe they had fucked me and then left again. I looked for a way out. There was nothing in the room except for the mattress and the door was pretty solid. I was stuck there until someone let me out.

[Krishan202]

I sat on the mattress thinking about Sunny Leone. I had no idea what time it was and whether she'd be looking for me. She must have been worried sick or thought that I had stood her up. After about half an hour I heard footsteps and voices outside.


"Let me out," I shouted as loud as I could.


The door was unlocked and three men entered the room. It was the men from the people carrier.


They were all dressed in jeans and sweatshirts. They were clean shaven, but looked scruffy somehow.


"Wakey, Wakey sleeping beauty," the lead guy said.


"Who are you? What have you done to me?" I hissed.


"Calm down princess," he laughed, "No harm done here."


"No harm!," I shouted in his face. "One of you has fucked me without consent. Do you know what that means?"


"It means you didn't say no and didn't complain like a whiny bitch, " he laughed, looking at his mates for approval.





They laughed along with him.


"You fucking bangd me, you mother fucker."


"Like I said, you never said no."


"Fuck you. Let me out of here."


"Ahhhh no can do I'm afraid sweetheart. We're not done with you yet Kajal."


"How do you know my name?"


"We've seen your films on the internet. Quite a little cock lover aren't you."


"You've got the wrong person, now let me go."


"I don't think we have. Come with me," he gestured to his two mates to pick me up.


I resisted and tried to stay put. I didn't know where they were taking me and didn't want to go willingly.


They dragged me up by my arms and carried me out into a large concrete room. It looked like an abandoned factory or hospital. It was in a poor state like the broom cupboard. There was a wall of windows on one side of the room, they were old with metal painted frames and were so dirty that you couldn't see through them. Across the other side there was a large double door also made of heavy duty metal. It was the only way in or out.


In the middle of the room were four mattresses laid on the floor, to form a larger mattress. They were dirty and used like the one I'd been sleeping on. They filled me with dread. Next to them was a makeshift table with a laptop and some camera equipment. There were a few chairs dotted around and none of them matched.


They carried me over to the table and sat me on a chair in front of the laptop.


"This isn't you then?" he said, switching on a paused video on the screen.


I watched myself being fucked in the ass on a turntable and turned my head away in shame.


"You sick fucks. That's not me," I lied.


It was me. It had been filmed by Sunny Leone and posted on the dark web for paying clients.


"Lying bitch."


"Its not me, now let me go. You've had your fun. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I need to be somewhere right now and I'm late. Just let me go."


"I think Sunny Leone will have fucked off by now. Your date isn't going to happen."





"How do you know all this? Who the fuck are you?" I snapped.


"Sorry princess. How rude of me," he mocked. "Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. I'm Victor and I'll be your host for the evening."


"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now give me my clothes and let me go."


"You were much more fun when you were passed out," he said, nudging his mate.


"Go fuck yourself you rapist."


"Well you're a little charmer aren't you princess. I didn't hear you complaining earlier."


"What did you do to me?"


"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed, nudging his mate again. "Here you go, you can see it for yourself."


He closed the video on the laptop and opened another one. The camera was hand held and shaky, but I knew it was filmed in this room. I saw the four mattresses on the floor and the camera finally panned up to my naked body sprawled out on them. Victor came into shot and smiled at the camera. He knelt down next to me and kissed me on the lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth.


"You sick fucker. Get off on unresponsive girls do you?" I said, turning to face him.


He smiled and nodded back to the laptop.


I watched the screen again. He kissed me some more and gently stroked my naked breasts sighing with pleasure to himself. I felt sick. He bent his head down and started kissing my neck and smelling my hair. Taking in deep breaths around my neck line. I thought of my pheromones I'd smeared on myself for Sunny Leone. He must have been able to smell me.


"You smell gorgeous," he gasped, looking back at the camera and sneering.


He kissed lower down across my collar bone and down to my boobs. He planted more soft kisses on my lady mounds kissing each one it turned.






"You like that don't you," he whispered to my sleeping face.


He sucked my left nipple into his mouth and feasted on me while caressing and squeezing my other boob. He pulled off me and looked down at me as he undid his jeans. He wasn't wearing any boxer shorts and his cock sprang out as he rubbed himself looking at my face.


"Patience Kajal," he giggled, "I'll get to your pussy soon enough."


He was having an imaginary conversation with my lifeless body. It was sickening to watch, but also intriguing. I knew he'd fucked me, so the end result wasn't going to be a surprise. I was now beginning to be fascinated with his perverted performance.


"You sad little fucker." I said to him. "What's wrong can't you get with a real live women? You have to drug young girls and fuck them while they sleep?"


"I get plenty," he replied. "Keep watching."


He wanked his cock moving up towards my face. He was quite thick, but very short. The camera angle wasn't great. He pulled his foreskin back and wiped his purple helmet across my cheeks and lips.


"Mmmmm dirty bitch," he murmured. "Ready to suck me?"


My mouth was hanging slightly open in my corpse like pose as he slid the tip of his cock into my mouth.


"You are beyond sick," I said aghast. "Pathetic little man can't get sex any other way."


He said nothing just gestured at the laptop again, sneering at me.


"Ooooh take it deeper," he gasped, pushing his shaft further into my mouth.





His left hand reached down and stroked my tits as he started to fuck my face, holding his cock by the base. He was rock hard and the camera moved and zoomed in to get a better view of the action. My lips yielded and drooled as my body reacted to his cock pushing into it. He thrust in and out with his hips, moaning at the feeling. His cock and balls were quite hairy, not what I was used to with Sunny Leone's boys.


"You love that cock in your mouth don't you Kajal," he giggled, quickening his pace.


"Yes. I'll cum in your mouth if that's what you want."


He was imagining me responding to him. He would pull out of my mouth now and then and wipe his slimy cock all over my face, or dip his hairy balls into my mouth before sliding his dick back into me.


"Enjoy it did you?" I asked, trying to belittle him.


"Loved it," he said. "You were great. Keep watching."


He rubbed his cock over my tits and slid it between them, mounting me for a titty fuck. He spat all over his cock and pushed my boobs together as he fucked them rhythmically.


"What's that Kajal?" he asked, cupping his ear as though I had said something. "I've made you all wet? Well we better have a look at that then, hadn't we."


He climbed off me, his jeans still hanging off his hips. He gripped my left leg and pulled it apart from my right, spreading them open. The camera moved down to my genitals and I was amazed to see I was actually very wet. I had a trickle of love juice dribbling down to my asshole. Victor saw my surprise.


"Seems like you enjoyed it too princess." He looked between my legs on the chair and licked his lips.


"Fuck you!" I said, " I've seen enough, now let me go."


"We're just getting to the good bit. Shut up and watch."


On the screen I watched him part my pussy lips and slide his finger up and down my wet slit, stimulating my clit.


"Ooooh you are wet aren't you Kajal? You were right," he said, looking in between my legs.


He shuffled down and got his face right next to my spread snatch. I saw him breath in my scent and lick his lips.


"Wow! You smell nice and cunty down there Kajal, let's have a taste of you."


He went down on me, feasting on my wet hole. His moans were muffled by my meaty lips as he devoured me with a loud slurping noise, like someone eating a juicy orange.


"Mmmmffff you taste like heaven Kajal," he slurped, "So juicy and sweet mmmmfffff."


It was difficult to watch, but somehow arousing. Seeing a man use my body without my knowledge for his own pleasure. He was a freak there was no doubt about that, but I couldn't help but get turned on by what I was seeing.



He ate my juicy cunt for a few minutes before he surfaced and wiped his wet chin. If I'd been conscious I probably would have cum from his attention, but I barely stirred throughout the whole process. He kicked his jeans off and rubbed his cock some more. He was oozing precum as he wiped his cock up and down my slit. I stirred on the dirty mattress.


"Shit she's waking up," said the camera man from behind the lens.


"She'll be out for a while yet," said Victor. "Chloroform doesn't wear off that quick. Shut up and keep filming."


His attention went back to rubbing my pussy with the head of his cock.


"Shush Kajal. Be patient, I'll stick it inside you in a minute," he replied to my non-existent words.

[Krishan202]

He pushed a finger inside me.


"Ooooh you're soaking fucking wet, you little slut," he gasped.


He fingered me hard and fast with wet slapping noises. I wondered if he was trying to get me off, but it wasn't going to happen. I looked down at my swollen pussy as I sat on the chair. At least now I knew why it was so puffy. He wasn't exactly gentle with his fingering. My sickness had subsided and my emotions were flipping from anger to intrigue. I turned this guy on so much that he wanted to fuck my unresponsive body. It was freaky, but flattering. I squished my thighs together and couldn't decide if I was wet with arousal or if more of this losers spunk had dribbled out of me. I was definitely juicing up.





I looked back at the laptop just as he finished assaulting me with his fingers.


"Nice and wet for my big cock Kajal. Mmmmm. I know you want it."


He pushed my legs further apart and pushed his cock straight into me. He let out a long groan as he enjoyed my unresisting snatch. He could do anything to me, I was completely out of it. I couldn't believe I hadn't woken up. He started to pound away at me. My tits jiggled like jelly as he trust in and out.


"So juicy and tight. Like a little virgin girl, Kajal. Exquisite."


He pulled out and slapped the head of his cock on my clit before stuffing it back in.


"Mmmm I know baby, you love it. Are you going to cum?"


I looked up at him.


"Really?" I mocked him. "What sort of a fucking loser are you?"





"A loser that's just spunked in your fuck hole babe. That's what sort. And I'm going to do it again now your conscious."


"Like hell you are."


"Shut up and watch."


He slipped out of me several times from his lack of control. Each time he slipped out his cock pushed against my pussy. It must have hurt him and it again explained why I was swollen and puffy. He switched positions and rolled me onto my side. He put me in what looked like the recovery position, with one leg straight and one leg bent. The camera man followed him and he penetrated me again and started to quicken his pace.


"I know sweetheart, I know. I'll cum in you soon, don't worry. I know how much you love a pussy full of cream."


I looked up at him again in disbelief. I didn't need to say "Really?" this time, my face said it all.


I looked back to the screen waiting for the inevitable grunt and thrust when he came. The camera zoomed right in and showed a pretty good shot of his cock banging away at me. Seeing my pussy spread open by his big cock was definitely making me wet now. There was no doubt about it. I almost wanted to see him cum in me out of curiosity.


"Oooooh baby yes, get ready. I'm going to cum in your cute little cunt," he said, as he slowed his pace and thrust deeper.





My body slumped forward and wobbled with each thrust, even though I was well toned. Three more thrusts and he was done. He groaned and pushed in deep as his first shot violated my cervix. He slid back and forth in a few short strokes and shot another pulse inside me. The camera caught the action perfectly as I watched his balls twitch and his cock pulse, expelling semen into my vagina. It was fascinating to watch his cock tense and relax like a snake shedding is skin. Several pumps later and he was done.


"Holy shit Kajal. You're such a little slut for letting me cum in you. Did you enjoy it."


He cupped his ear. "I thought so."


His dicked slipped out of me with a slurp and he looked down to admire his creampie he had given me.


"Enjoy it baby," he said and moved out of shot.


The camera wobbled as it changed hands and the other guy from the back of the people carrier appeared.


"Sloppy seconds time, Kajal," he said, undoing his jeans on his way to my lifeless body.





He didn't bother taking his jeans off. He just got on his knees, pulled them down and stroked his circumcised dick. Victor now had the camera and he moved around to get a shot of my messy cunt. He zoomed in and I saw his hand appear on my ass cheek as he spread my cheeks open to get a good shot. From the position I was in the cum was flowing into me and not out. My lips were spread open and I could see his creamy load just inside me. It clung to my pussy like glue and looked sexy as hell.


Victor's mate carried on with the imaginary conversation.


"I know baby, one load is never enough for a slut like you. Don't worry I'll fill you up too and when I'm done Paul's going to have a go on you."


So there were three of them after all. I didn't know where Paul was, but he hadn't appeared on the camera yet.


I watched as his mate carried on wanking himself off looking at my creamy hole. He was denying himself the pleasure of sliding into the sticky mess until the last minute. He was bigger than Victor, maybe seven inches.


"If he sticks that little cock in me its classed a gang bang. You know that don't you?" I said, trying to mock the size of his cock.


"It's a it late for 'ifs' and 'buts' princess," laughed Victor.


"Stop calling me that. It's annoying."


"Sorry princess," he laughed again.


His mate carried on wanking and it didn't take him long. He positioned himself so he could slide into me and carried on wanking.


"What's wrong?" I asked. "Can't you keep it up long enough to fuck a girl? You have to wank off instead?"


Just I said that he pushed his dick inside me and came instantly. He had got himself off from masturbating and just used my pussy to dump his load.


"Ahhhh fuck! that's wet," he groaned, as he emptied his balls into me.





"Of course its wet Sam," said Victor, from behind the camera. "I've just shot my load in it."


The fact they referred to my pussy as 'it' made me feel even worse. They didn't even see me as a person. Just a cunt to empty themselves into.


"You filthy pair of bastards!" I snapped, attempting to get up and move away from the screen.


"No no no," said Victor, pinning me back to the chair by my shoulders. "The shows not over yet bitch. Do you prefer being called bitch or princess?"


"Neither," I said, spitting at him.


It hit him on his cheek. He wiped it with his finger and sucked my saliva off it.


"Mmmm delicious," he moaned, "sweet like your pussy."


He pulled my hair and pushed my face towards the screen.


"One more to go Kajal."

[Krishan202]

Sam had pulled his slimy cock out of me and moved away. Another guy appeared who I assumed was Paul. He had his jeans off and was just wearing a T shirt. He was already hard and wanted me in a different position. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my neck from underneath. I knew what was coming next. He was about the same size as Sam and was shaved. He pushed his finger in my mouth and opened my passage. My throat was in line with my mouth and my head was upside down. A perfect angle to fuck my throat with. He played with my tits a little, tweaking my nipples and wiping his cock round my face.


The pretend conversation continued from him as it had with the others.


"What's that Kajal? You want me to cum in your mouth? Well lets try it out for size first."


"Did he cum in my mouth?" I asked impatiently.


"Keep watching and you'll see."


He pushed his dick between my unconscious lips. He came across a little bit of resistance as the tip of his cock must have entered my throat. He pushed past it and started pumping my face as though he was fucking someone's ass. He gripped my head and neck as he pounded my throat.





I looked away from the screen and covered my mouth, almost throwing up. I managed to keep it down.


"No wonder my fucking throats sore," I snapped.


"Yeah! He's not the most gentle when it comes to fucking," Victor laughed.


I turned back to the screen. It didn't take Paul long to cum. I saw the tell tale signs. I waited to watch him pump it down my throat, but he didn't. He pulled out and moved down in between my legs. He pushed into me and gasped at my full pussy.


"Ooooh Kajal you're so sloppy," he whispered. "You love a cummy pussy don't you? I've got a nice hot load for you. Here it comes."


He threw his head back and began shooting his cum into me. Victor zoomed in with the camera and showed my overfilled slit start to ooze spunk as it couldn't hold any more.


"Pull out a bit Paul. I don't want it leaking everywhere. I want her to wake up with a spunky mess inside her."


Paul pulled out so just his tip was inside me and finished his last few spurts. Before he pulled out he called Sam over.


"Sam grab her legs and keep them elevated, we don't want it leaking out."


Sam did as he was told and grabbed both my ankles and lifted my ass off the mattress as Paul unplugged his cock from my hole. There was no leakage. The cum stayed inside me. Sam held my limp legs up as though I was a prize stag that had been culled. Paul picked me up by my shoulders, ensuring he kept my pussy higher than my torso and they carried me out of shot. Presumably I was thrown in the broom cupboard to wake up with a leaking cunt. The video ended.





"Happy now?" I asked, "I watched your sick video now give me my clothes and let me go you dirty bastards."


"I will let you go Kajal, but not yet. Let me explain a few things to you," said victor, sitting down on the corner of the desk right next to me.


He looked me up and down, pausing at my pussy and boobs. I felt disgusted with him looking at me. Especially after what they had just done to me. Although, I was absolutely soaked between my legs. I'm pretty sure that if I got up I would leave a puddle on the chair. Being fucked while unconscious had turned me on like I never thought it would. I was surprised by my own feelings and it took me back to when Sunny Leone had first made me fuck five guys. Initial disgust and revulsion followed by wanton lust.


"Explain what?" I demanded.


"Well. We are a film crew just like Sunny Leone's business. We make films like her for the dark web. Unfortunately we have been losing a lot of business to Sunny Leone and its all thanks to you." Victor said, pointing at me.


"Me? What the fuck have I got to do with it?"


"You're the new star Kajal. Everyone loves your films. The creampie one, the bukkake one, the anal one and the one where you fucked your sexy sister. Clients can't get enough of you."





I sat up straighter feeling proud. It was strange to think of all those men getting off to me being fucked and abused.


"So to even up the odds we have kidnapped you and want a film of our own," he continued.


"Well now you have it, you can let me go. You could have just asked me. You didn't have to knock me out and bang me."


"It wasn't bang Kajal. You never said no."


"Fuck off. Even a loser like you knows that's not how it goes."


"Maybe not, but just look at it from my point of view. When we picked you up you were dressed like a high class call girl. You had no underwear on at all and you were soaking wet between your legs."


"None of that was meant for you, you sick fuck."


"No you were meeting Sunny Leone, but we got there first. She's not the only one who can track people and delve into their private lives."


"So you've been tracking me? Spying on me?"


"Something like that. Tell me Kajal, why were you so wet when we picked you up. Paul said he had stuck four fingers inside you in the back of the car before you got here, he said you were fucking sopping wet. Had you been playing with yourself before you went out."


"None of your business," I snapped. I thought back to Sunny Leone sending me the photos and my clit rubbing session in the kitchen. I hoped they hadn't unlocked my phone and found the messages.


"That's a yes then. You are a little slut aren't you princess. Did you use toys or just fingers."


He was getting off on this. Thinking of me fingering myself. I thought I'd try and gain an advantage.


"Yes Victor. I used my little finger. It was about the same size as your little cock."


"No need to be nasty Kajal. If I stuck it in your asshole you'd know about it."


I went quiet.


"Come on what did you really do?" he asked again, feeling my right breast. "You can tell me."


I slapped his hand away.


"Did you rub your little bean thinking of Sunny Leone," he mocked. "Pretending it was her getting you off. Did you cum?"


I looked him directly in the eye.


"I sat on the chair, pulled my dress up and rubbed my clitoris thinking of Sunny Leone's shaven cunt. I stopped short of my orgasm," I said defiantly.


"Holy shit. You're as filthy as you are in your films. So descriptive. No wonder you're so popular."


"Good. I'm glad we've got that cleared up. Now let me go, you have your film."





"That wasn't the film. That was just us having fun, showing you we mean business. I've got ten guys outside with nice hard cocks. They're going to be the film, with you as the star."


My heart sank. I thought I was about to get out of here and back to Sunny Leone. That obviously wasn't going to happen. I wasn't worried, just pissed off that my evening had been ruined after I'd waited so long to finally go on a date with her. Besides, a ten guy fuck fest wasn't going to be the worst ending to the evening. However I wasn't about to tell Victor I was willing.


"Anyone comes near me with a cock and they'll regret it. I have sharp nails and teeth."


"Now, now princess. Be nice," he whispered calmly, stroking my hair.


I batted him away.


"FUCKING. LET. ME. GO." I spelled it out to him in single words, through gritted teeth.


He pulled my hair and yanked my head back.


"YOU'LL. DO. AS. YOU'RE. TOLD," he replied, mimicking me.


He dragged me by my hair onto the mattresses as I struggled to keep my balance. He pushed me down and the other two came over to pin me down.


The sudden forcefulness felt exciting and dirty. My evening was ruined so being fucked by ten guys was a close second best. I wanted to be dominated by these men. Watching them fuck my unconscious body had turned me on too much and I needed to cum. This was all on my part to make them get rough with me.





"Get the ropes," snapped Victor. "Tie the bitch down."


"FUCK YOU! GET OFF ME," I shouted.


Paul got up and came back with pink nylon rope.


"How do you want her tied?" he asked.


"Arms first. Box tie her behind her back."


I was flipped over onto my front similar to how security officer officers arrest people. Sam sat on my legs and Paul and Victor pulled my arms behind my back. My arms were positioned as though they were folded in front of me, except they were behind me. He tied my left wrist to my right elbow and vice versa. I couldn't move my arms.


"Now her legs. Frog tie her, we still need access to her cunt."


Sam took my left leg and bent it at the knee as I struggled beneath them.


"Keep the bitch still," Sam hissed.


The other two put more weight on me pinning me down further. Sam pushed my bent leg back further until my heel touched my bum cheek. He tied my ankle to my thigh and then another tie at the knee. He repeated this on my right leg and they all jumped off me to admire their work.

[Krishan202]

I spat at them from my awkward position. I couldn't move my arms as they were folded behind me. I couldn't move my legs as they were folded underneath me. I felt helpless and so exposed and vulnerable. It felt amazing. I managed to get to my knees and closed my legs. I sat there kneeling in front of them with my arms behind my back.


"Fucking cunts," I shouted at them.


They burst out laughing making me feel more demeaned.



"Finish tying her properly and I'll get the hoist sorted out," said Paul to Sam.


"I'll sort the camera equipment and then we're good to go," replied Victor.


Paul and Victor wandered off.


Sam got more rope and started to almost wrap me in the stuff. He tied intricate knots along my legs. It was almost an artform for him. I kept still and let him get on with it. It was pointless struggling. The knots were tight enough to restrict me, but not enough to cut off the circulation. He wrapped both legs and moved on to my arms. He wrapped around above my breasts pinning my arms to my sides. Then he wrapped under my breasts pinning my arms further still. The rope was soft and bright pink and I had to admit I did look and feel extremely sexy.


Sam stepped back to check out the finished article. He looked pleased with the results. He moved nearer and moved me onto my front. Then he used my arms to hoist my ass into the air and spread my legs open. He stepped back to take another look.


"Perfect," he said.


I couldn't really move other than roll onto my side. I stayed where I was enjoying the feeling of being helpless and my genitals on display. My face was on the filthy mattress and my ass in the air like a dog. I craned my neck and saw Paul throwing ropes over a steel roof beam. There were four in total. He was making what looked like a sling of hammock suspended from the ceiling. There were no prizes for guessing where I was going next.





I looked in the other direction and saw Victor opening the large double doors and letting a group of men in. There were about ten of them just as he had threatened.


"Here she is, boys, just like I promised," announced Victor, pointing over to me bent over on the mattress.


I felt the cold air from outside blowing against my wet vulva and realised I was wet down the inside of my thighs too. There was no way it was their cum. This was all my own arousal and was feeling hornier than ever before. The anticipation of being strung up and fucked senseless was getting to me already.


"She's got a bit of a potty mouth today, but you'll still enjoy her," continued Victor.


The men gathered round taking it in turns to look at my exposed gash. They were commenting on my body as men do when they are in a group.


Victor came closer and pushed me over onto my back. I felt like a turtle struggling to right itself. I closed my legs. I wanted them to think I wasn't willing, when really I craved some cock inside me. The men came closer to see my tits and Victor got on his knees and wrenched my legs apart so they could get a closer look at my overhydrated cunt. I was getting juicier by the second.


"Look at those boys. Freshly shaved, tight and soaking fucking wet," said Victor, as he spread my labia with his fingers. He slapped my clit making me flinch.


"Bitch fucking loves it," he laughed. "Pussy grips like a vice, I came in it earlier."


He let go of me and stood up.


"Does she meet with your approval lads?" he asked, addressing the men.


There was a round of "fuck yeah", "dirty slut" and "can't wait" from the ten men.


"Good. Go and get ready, we're almost ready to start."





The men wandered off and started undressing.


"Ready for a ten guy creampie princess?" he asked me to come down to my level.


I spat in his face.


"Fuck you! I hope they fuck better than you do, you maggot dick."


"Charmed I'm sure. Have you ever been fucked on a swing before? Because you're about to be."


He nodded at Sam and Paul and they came over and picked me up. I was lifted onto the make shift hammock on my back. They tied me to the hammock with four more knots. One at each shoulder and one at each hip. It was surprisingly comfortable. The only things I could move were my neck and my legs. I could open and close my legs and tilt my head back, but that was all.





My view wasn't great either. I could see the four ropes stretching to the ceiling. If I lifted my head off the hammock I could see my tied legs, looking like two stumps, from my hip to my knees. My breasts were framed with rope and it made them bulge abnormally and restricted them. The way they were tied made my nipples extremely hard and sensitive.


Victor came over.


"We may not have the same budget as your girlfriend Sunny Leone, but it works," he said. "Are you going to behave yourself or do we need to gag you?"


"Come closer," I whispered, "I need to tell you something."


He cautiously came nearer, tilting his head so his ear was nearer my mouth.


"How can I suck cock if I'm gagged you fucking moron?" I whispered.


He stepped back astounded at what I'd just said.


"Really? You're going to do that?"


I nodded and licked my lips.


"No biting," he said, waggling his finger at me.


He understood that I wanted it. He walked away shaking his head in disbelief.


"Right gentlemen," he addressed the men, who were now naked. "She's got three holes available to you, but your cum must go in her vagina."


It felt weird hearing him call it a vagina. It didn't sound right.


"She's like a bitch on heat when she gets going, but do not let her climax. We're saving that for the end. I repeat do not make her cum. Do you understand?"


"Yes," was the rhetorical reply.


"Well its first come first served so get on with it, cameras are rolling. "


Paul and Sam were videoing it on hand held cameras and gave the thumbs up.





The men practically raced over to me, to see who was going to fuck me first. Their dicks bobbing up and down as they ran. It was quite a sight to behold. They were different shapes and sizes. Some were shaved and some were some hairy. They were all pretty big, none of them were smaller than six inches. I felt helpless and closed my legs as the first one got to me. It didn't matter, he just pushed my legs back until my pussy stuck out from between them and slipped straight inside me with no problem at all.

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I was at perfect fucking height both ends. One guy pulled my head back and stuffed his cock in my mouth and started pumping my face just like Paul had done. I fucking loved being spit roasted and hoped it would make me cum hard and quick.





The guy fucking me opened his legs slightly and another guy got down on his knees between my legs and started licking my asshole. The fact a pair of balls was slapping into me didn't seem to bother him. He licked my ass until it was nice and lubricated and then pushed two fingers inside me. He fingered my ass quickly as my other two holes were abused relentlessly. It must have been to much for the guy in my mouth because he pulled out and swapped with someone else. This guy was dribbling pre-cum already at the sight before him and I swallowed it down like precious nectar. During the changeover I caught a glimpse of the other men standing round me wanking off to stay hard, waiting for their turn in one of my holes.


After about five minutes the guy fucking me announced he was about to cum. The guy licking and fingering my ass moved out of the way.


"Fuck! She's tight and juicy," he said, "I'm gonna cum."


The guy in my throat pulled out and I looked down to see Sam with a camera right where the guy had been kneeling to finger my asshole. It must have been a good angle to see his cock pulsing as he expelled his sperm into me. I felt the warm gush and the pump, pump, pump of his shaft. My head was pulled back and another strange hairy cock was forced into my mouth. He tasted of sweat and cock juice as he started his assault.





My pussy suddenly felt empty as the guy pulled out, but not for long. He was replaced with another cock in less than a second and the fucking continued. He spread my legs open and I didn't resist as he fucked me hard and rough and came in less than a minute. I wanted to say something derogatory about his lack of prowess, but my mouth was full. This wasn't going to take long. I'd taken two loads in less than six minutes, they certainly weren't studs.


Being tied with my arms behind me made me feel utterly helpless. There was absolutely nothing I could have done about it. They could do whatever they wanted to me and I loved every second of it.


Victor threw a marker pen over to the guy that had just cum in me. He caught it and made a tick mark on my belly below my navel. He passed it to the first guy who had fucked me and he did the same. They were marking themselves off on me. Two down and eight to go. It made me feel even more worthless and even more horny and I felt the first glimmer of an orgasm from deep within.


The third guy got between my legs and decided to go for my asshole. He wiped the head of his cock over my slimy slit and plunged straight into my anus. It took me by surprise and I squeaked a stifled squeak with a mouthful of sweaty dick.


The guy didn't care, he fucked me roughly saying disgusting things about me.





"My god she's got a tight little shitter," he said.


"Hurry up and cum in her I want to use her other holes. I've done her mouth already, I'm gonna do her ass and cunt to make it a full set," said another guy.


I was feeling so filthy that I started sucking the guy in my mouth and engulfing his shaft with my tongue. He felt it and pulled out and held his cock out. As the guy fucked my ass I was pushed forward on the swing and I sucked the other guy inside. I licked his shaft on the outstroke trying to get him to cum for me. I was craving a mouthful of fresh spunk and this whole scenario was driving me wild with desire.


"Have you seen this dirty slut sucking my cock?" he said. "She's fucking loving it."


"Cum in my mouth and I'll fucking swallow it," I slurped, speaking for the first time since they started fucking me.


One of the guys standing nearby started to complain, directing it towards Victor.


"I thought this was a bang scene we were filming?" he said. "This bitch seems to like it."


"What can I say," replied Victor, "she obviously loves being bangd by ten big cocks."


"I'm pretty helpless in this position," I said. "There's not a lot I can do about it so I might as well enjoy myself. Does it make you all feel powerful banging my young body whilst I'm tied up?"


"Shut up you little skank. A woman like you entices men to do this to you. You were asking for it," snapped one of the guys.


"Actually I wasn't asking for it, but I am it now you filthy cunts. Is this the best you can do? Why don't you get someone in here who knows how to fuck a woman properly," I goaded them. "None of you can get a real woman. You have to tie one up and force fuck her."





A cock was shoved into my mouth to shut me up. I moved my head back and spat it back out.


"I'm not finished speaking yet," I snapped. "I bet none of you have ever made a woman cum before."


I was enjoying the verbal abuse I was hurling at them. I was losing the plot.


"Unfortunately for you a lot, I love being fucked. I've had worse than this. If you fucking losers get off on banging non-consenting girls then you're in for a disappointment. I want fucking by all of you. Fill my pussy up, see if I care."


The guy in my ass had pulled out and was ploughing my pussy. Short shallow strokes in and out as he listened to me trying to degrade the men. He obviously enjoyed a strong woman, fighting back because he started to ejaculate in me.


"See! At least this guy knows how to fuck. That's it big boy fill me up with your seed," I gasped.


He pulled out as he finished, marked my belly with the pen and walked off. I was left spread open with no-one moving in to fuck me.


"What's wrong with you all. I'm here open and ready. Give me some more cock." I shouted.





The guy who had been complaining in the first place got between my legs. I slapped my clit hard with cock and literally rammed it inside me. His balls slapped against my wet ass as sperm oozed from my overfilled snatch. He gripped my hips and pounded into me as hard as he could.


"If you want fucking like a skank, I'll fuck you like a skank," he said, gritting his teeth.


"Is that all you've got," I mocked, "I thought you were going to give me good fucking."

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He looked at me through hateful eyes, pulled out of my pussy and rammed it into my ass. It hurt like fuck, but I loved it. This is what I wanted. The show was all too rehearsed for my liking. I wanted real emotions from these men. I wanted them to fuck me hard and treat me like a whore. It was working.


"Take it in your filthy ass then, you fucking whore," he shouted. "See how you like that."



My orgasm was building from being treated this way. He banged in and out of me as I sucked on another large hairy cock. The men seemed more angry now after I had insulted their sexual prowess. They all wanted in on the action and were jostling for position to see who was going next. It felt incredible.


"Hurry up and spunk in it," said one of the guys, as he stroked his cock. "I'm about ready to cum and I'm going next."


"Fuck off. I'm next," said another, "Fucking bitch needs teaching some manners."


Victor intervened, "Calm down lads you'll get to use her, she's trying to get you all riled up against each other. Don't let her get to you. Don't fuck her pussy too hard either. We need to keep as much spunk in her as possible for the end scene."


I didn't know what the end scene was, but I liked the idea of being filled to the brim with man milk.


The guy in my ass pulled out, jerked his cock three times and pushed the tip into my sopping cunt. He pumped his load into me.


"I win slut," he said.


He marked my belly and wrote 'SLUT' under my boobs and then walked off.


"Didn't take you long," I said after him, "A little premature are you?"


He didn't answer.


The guy who wanted to go next had almost lost his load before he stuck it in my pussy. The first squirt hit my clit and belly before he pushed in and emptied himself.


"Now that's fucking premature ejaculation," I laughed at him, " was it too much for you petal?"


He looked embarrassed and made a hasty retreat with the others.


"Awwww you forgot to mark that one off on my belly," I said in a cutesy tone, "poor little mite."


The next guy stepped in and started slowly fucking my ass. He marked off another tick on my naked body for his mate, avoiding the cum splash, and carried on with a steady slow pace.






My pussy now seemed off limits. It was just being used to dump cum into. They were getting them selves off by either jerking off, fucking my ass or having me suck them to the point of cumming.


I slurped away on the cock in my mouth. I was desperate to get one of them off and swallow their load, but they were resisting. I was beginning to wonder why they wanted my pussy so full and what they had in store for me, when I was suddenly tilted backwards on the hammock. Victor and one of the other guys had the ropes which were attached to pulleys on the ceiling and I was being tilted backwards, almost upside down.


"That should stop of cunt from spilling out," said Victor. "Fill the bitch up we've not got long."


From my new position the guys had to get on their knees to fuck my face, but could still stand to do my ass and fill my snatch. My pussy was above me and my anus easily accessible. The guy fucking my ass came in my pussy like the others had and moved away. He marked my belly with mark number six. The guy I'd been sucking moved up and emptied his balls into me also. He didn't even bother fucking me. I felt so used and filthy it was incredible. I hadn't cum yet, but it was definitely there under the surface. I needed clitoral stimulation, but they had been told not to make me cum. My erect little bean was sticking out big and proud dying to be touched, but they were obviously waiting for a big ending. At least I hoped the ending involved my climaxing. I needed to cum so badly it was almost painful.


Another cock was stuffed into my mouth and another in my ass. I got a rough ass fucking as he kept pulling all the way out, waiting for my ass to close and then ramming back in hard. The camera continued to film closeups of all the action.





The guy in my mouth was only young, maybe twenty. He seemed nervous and inexperienced. I sucked him hard and licked his ridge with my tongue. I knew he wouldn't last long so I took the opportunity to belittle him and make him spunk in my throat. I took his seven inches as deep as I could to give him as much stimulation as possible. I clamped my mouth shut and bobbed back and forth as my ass was fucked at the same rhythm. He lasted less than ten seconds before he started to cum. He knew it was too late and tried to pull out, but I kept my lips clamped tight round the base of his shaft.


"No, No, No," he cried, as jets of red hot semen filled my throat.


He managed to pull away and I opened my mouth to receive the rest of it. He coated my lips, face and neck with his remaining squirts, realising he wouldn't make it to my pussy to deposit his load.


"Hahahaha," I laughed, licking up his thick sperm from my lips and swallowing hard. "Looks like I'm too much for some of you losers. Anyone else wat to feed my their cum?"


"You stupid bitch," cursed Victor. "This won't work. You're still gonna get ten loads in that cunt of yours. Anyone up for a second round?"





He looked around the room looking for a volunteer. Paul put his hand up from behind the camera. He handed the camera to one of the others and got undressed.


The guy in my ass finished and I felt him fill me with load number eight. Another guy appeared wanking his cock furiously. He dipped his tip into me and gave me load number nine.


"Fucking spunk dump bitch!" he said, as he marked off the numbers.


I was now so full of semen that it was starting to leak out of me. Due to my upside down position, it was slowly running over my throbbing clit, over my mound and onto my belly. I knew that if I squeezed my pussy muscles I could force most of it out, but I was intrigued to see where this was leading.


Paul came over and slapped his cock on my forehead.


"Last load princess," he said, "lets see what your whore mouth feels like now your conscious."


He pushed into my mouth slowly, holding his foreskin back. He teased me with it. I stuck my tongue out to accept him and he pushed in as far as he could. My eyes watered and as he pulled out a huge gush of saliva spewed out. He wiped it on his cock, stroked it a few times enjoying the slippery feeling and then pushed back in. He wasn't going to make the same mistake as the young guy. He fucked my mouth for a minute or so and then moved up to my ass.





"Might as well make it all three holes, eh princess?" he said, pushing it into my ass.


"Hurry up and fill my cunt you dirty bastard," I said. "I've got places to be."

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He banged away at my ass with as much ferocity as he had with my throat when I was passed out. It hurt with every stroke of his fat cock. If he'd carried on I swear I would have cum from the pleasurable pain, but he came before I could get going.


My pussy was literally overflowing as he slid his helmet into me to deposit his load. Nine loads was my maximum limit apparently. Most of his spunk dripped over my clit and down onto my tits.



"I think she's full," laughed Paul, marking off load number ten.





"OK guys, well done," said Victor, "I hope you all enjoyed her. You can stay for the end scene or get changed and go. It's up to you."


The wannabe rapists gathered round me in various states of undress. They formed a circle so they could all see me hanging upside down on the rope hammock. Through the crowd I saw Victor gathering three large cylindrical shapes. I knew exactly what they were and felt my excitement building to new levels. He was going to make me cum after all.


He parted the crowd and stood in front of me with three Hitachi style magic wand vibrators. My ex-girlfriend had used one on me before, they were extremely powerful and gave very strong vibrations. They looked like a microphone with a large handle and a ball shaped end. The ball was the bit that did all the work.


"Now then princess. Do you want to cum in front of all these lovely gentlemen?" he asked me, waving his arm in the direction of the crowd.


I wanted to say something about them being losers and rapists and not gentlemen, but I thought better of it. I wanted to cum more than anything and didn't want to upset them any further.





"You know I do," I said submissively.


"Well, what do you say then?"


"Please make me cum," I begged, with pleading eyes.


He put the vibrators on the floor. He got low down near my face and used his fingers to wipe the young guys cum off my chin and neck. He held them out and I sucked on them greedily.


He looked back at the crowd and laughed. "Is this a dirty slag or is this a dirty slag?" he asked, rhetorically.


"I'm a dirty slag," I repeated. "Make me cum, pleeeeaaaasssseee."


"Looks like princess's potty mouth and abuse has subsided. I think we can make her cum don't you lads?"


"Tease the bitch first, make her beg for it," said one of the crowd.


Victor picked up the vibrator and switched it on. He stroked it across my collar bone and neck. The vibrations were strong, but the wand wasn't on maximum power. It hummed across my skin sending a shiver up my spine. I longed for stimulation and I was finally getting some. My roped breasts bulged as he moved the wand up onto my nipples. The were as hard as diamonds and I gasped as the vibrations hit each one of them in turn. He held the wand on my right nipple and picked one of the other ones up off the floor. He switch it on and stimulated my other nipple varying the pressure. The frequency of the humming got stronger and quieter as he applied more or less pressure. I moaned uncontrollably as the pressure increased. I could feel it through my rib cage.


"Does the slutty princess like that?" Victor whispered. "Does it feel nice?"


"Mhhhhmmm," I nodded, "Yes, put it on my clitty."






"Patience bitch," he scolded. "I'd ask if its making you wet, but you're already brimming with spunk."


"I'm so full of your filthy cum boys. Now it's my turn."


I felt like a animal strung up in front of them. I was like a freak at the circus, with a audience there to watch me in my most intimate moment. My moment of climax.


Victor moved the wands onto my belly, across the word 'SLUT' and the ten marks of ownership. I could feel the vibrations deep in my belly and my anticipation of clitoral stimulation was driving me insane. My legs were spread as wide as I could exposing as much of my pussy to him as possible. My little bean was harder than ever before and craved attention as it pointed to the ceiling. He pressed harder and moved nearer to my mound. I hoped he was going to keep moving and put them on my clit. I was ready to explode. He stopped short and I moved on the swing to try and get the wands where I wanted them. Blood was rushing to my head from being upside down, but my genitals were also throbbing and engorged with blood.
"Not yet princess!" he laughed, feeling me trying to speed up the process.


"I need a volunteer," he said, looking at the crowd.


The young guy who I had made cum in my mouth stepped forward.


"Take these two vibes and keep them pressed here, on the crease of her thighs, either side of her mound. Do not move them."


He obeyed and kept the pressure on me. I was juicing up now and cum was leaking out of me mixed with ten loads of spunk. It was dripping slowly down my belly due to gravity, giving my skin a shiny sheen.





Victor picked up the last vibe and moved behind me. He switched it on and pressed it against the small of my back, next to the crack of my ass. The vibrations emanated up my spine and deep into my body. He moved it onto my puckered asshole and kept light pressure. The tingling in my belly was reaching its peak. He might have been a freak, but he knew how to read my body. He knew my climax was imminent, but he kept on teasing me.


"Keep those wands pressed on her mound," he said, to the premature ejaculator. "Don't move them, whatever happens and stay out of the camera shot."


He looked over his shoulder and saw Sam zoomed in on my dripping cunt. The guy moved to the side so as not to block the view.


Victor was in charge of my orgasm. I knew that and so did he. He pushed a little harder with the wand against my anus and I started to quiver. He took the pressure off completely.


"Pleeeaseeee," I begged.


He put it back on and moved it nearer to my overfilled gash. It was lightly buzzing against my perineum as he continued to tease me.


"Make sure those cameras are ready guys. This whores going to erupt any minute."


My whole mid-section felt like it was vibrating and I realised what the end scene was going to be. I opened my mouth wide and gasped in anticipation. It almost made me cream myself there and then at the thought of what was coming, but I held it back waiting for Victor to trigger me.


Victor used his spare hand and turned the power up on all three wands to maximum. This was going to be my explosive orgasm ever, I could feel it building within my very soul. The disgusting things that had happened to me in the last few hours flashed in front of me as I began to feel light headed. My unconscious body being bangd, being strung up and continually bangd by ten strangers and now this.


"Make me cum," I begged, again. "Pleeaseeee just touch my clit."


Victor pushed hard with the wand into my premium and then came off the pressure almost removing it from my skin.


"Touch it. Put it in my clitty," I was almost in tears.





Hard and long then releasing to soft. The guy with the other vibrators did the same in time with him. All three wands in unison, one either side of my mound and one just below my pussy hole, forming a triangle. I felt strong vibrations and then virtually none, over and over.


"Make me fucking cum," I sobbed.


"Poor little princess whore," he mocked.


Victor finally gave in and moved the vibe very gently across my swollen cunt and finally onto my clit.


As soon as it touched my throbbing bean he pushed harder.

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I came instantly, strong and hard. My pussy contracted with the first shock wave of intense pleasure and spunk and cunt cream erupted from my open gash. It shot up several inches into the air like a geyser and then headed south to my open mouth. The aim wasn't great, being upside down, but most of it hit its mark. There was a large 'splosh' as it filled my eager mouth and splashed all over my face. My pussy erupted again with just as much force as the first time, as I came over and over. More hot creamy liquid shot from my body and cascaded down to my face as I swallowed the first load. It was thick and salty and tasted delicious. The taste of it made me cum even harder and the room started to spin. I had never cum so hard in my life. The build-up and the filthy acts I'd done had had a primal effect on me and I started to black out. They kept the pressure on my pussy as I came over and over, squirting like a fountain and convulsing and writhing on the hammock like an escapologist trying to remove a strait jacket.



I heard a huge roar come form the crowd as I came like a volcano, in an endless orgasm that felt like nothing on earth. My pussy contractions and intense feeling of pleasure never seemed to subside. The room started to close in on me and my vision blurred. I finally passed out mid orgasm and saw nothing but blackness.


I don't now how long I'd been out, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes. When I came round I was being cut down from the hammock and dropped onto the mattresses. The crowd had dispersed and people were leaving. I was covered in a thin layer of slimy liquid and wasn't sure if it was spunk or my own pussy juice.


I looked up at Victor and Sam as the checked to see if I was alright.


"She's coming round," said Sam.


"See I told you she was fine," replied Victor, "Did you enjoy your pussy eruption?" he asked me.


"Holy fuck! What happened." I asked, still feeling light headed.


"You passed out from your orgasm. It was too much for you."


"You're telling me. I thought my head was going to explode. I've cum hard before, but not like that."


"See we're not all that bad after all, once you get to know us," he laughed.


I suddenly felt like I was betraying Sunny Leone. I had thoroughly enjoyed my night of bang and filthy sex, but now started to feel guilty that I shouldn't have been so willing and eager.





Sam started untying me as I lay on the mattress recovering. Victor went over to fetch the camera from the table.


"You were incredible Kajal," Sam whispered to me. "Absolutely incredible. I've never seen anything like that before. You shot cum out of your pussy like a guy ejaculating. It was like you came in your own face. I'm still fucking hard now thinking about it."


I smiled coyly as Victor came back with the camera.


He held the back screen out so I could see it and back tracked to the moment I climaxed.


I watched in fascination as my cunt exploded and shot cum several inches into the air. The camera stayed focused on my pussy as the second squirt erupted and then a third. My own ejaculate was mixed with ten loads of freshly deposited jizz, most of which was now in my belly. The camera panned down and I watch my eyes roll back in my head, after swallowing and convulsing and I passed out.


"Pretty fucking impressive princess," said Victor. "Looks like I know how to make a girl cum after all."


"I've never climaxed like that," I replied. "I've been close to passing out, from pussy licking, but I've never actually passed out."


"You have now. Once you're untied you can get dressed and leave."


He threw a roll of tissues at me and walked off and starting packing the equipment away into a heavy duty transport case.


Sam finished untying me and I straightened my body out on the grubby mattress to regain some circulation. My legs, chest and arms showed rope marks from being tied for so long. I looked down at my pussy. It was slimy and sticky from the residue of my experience. I wiped it off with the tissues and shuddered as I rubbed over my clit. It was still ultra-sensitive. I cleaned myself up as best I could and dropped the used tissues onto the mattress. I could smell cum and still taste it in the back of my throat, it was as though I had bathed in it. I practically had.


"Where's my clothes," I asked, walking over to the table.


"Pauls gone to get them. They are still in the people carrier," said Victor, not looking up from his tasks.


"How do I get home?" I asked.


"Not my problem princess." He threw more things into the case, practically ignoring me.


"I wish you wouldn't keep calling me that. It just pisses me off."


"I know. That's why I do it."


"So you're' just leaving me here."


"Like I said, its not my problem. Get a taxi or something."


"I don't have any money."






"And you wonder why I call you princess," he laughed. "Call your girlfriend then. Maybe she'll still want you after what we've done to you. I'd probably take a shower first though, unless she likes a cummy pussy."


Paul arrived with my clothes and handed them to me. I slipped my dress on and my boots followed by my coat. I immediately felt more secure and confident.


"Bag?" I snapped.


Paul picked my bag up off the table and threw it at me. I missed the catch and it landed on the mattress in front of me.


"Useless bitch!" he said. "Typical woman. Only good for one thing."


I picked it up and fished my phone out. Paul and Victor stopped what they were doing and looked over at me, chuckling to themselves.


"What?" I hissed.


"Nothing," they replied, nudging each other.


I pressed the home button on my phone and looked at the display. My screen saver had been changed to a picture of me lying un-conscious with cum dribbling out of my pussy. Paula and Victors cocks were also in the shot, kneeling next to me. They must have taken it after they made their first film and dumped me in the broom cupboard..





"Sick fuckers! Fuck you!" I shouted , flipping them my middle finger and walking out of the double doors.


It was dark outside as I thumbed through my twenty seven missed calls and messages. They were all from Sunny Leone.


"Where are you?"


"You missed the pickup. Driver can't find you"


"Are you making your own way here?"


"Where are you?"


"You're worrying me now."


"Why aren't you answering?"


The list went on and on. Then she'd tried calling me. She must have been worried sick.


I looked back at the abandoned warehouse. It was in the middle of nowhere, no-one would have heard me shouting. The people carrier was there, but no other vehicles.


I rang Sunny Leone on the way to the main road, trying to find my bearings. She picked up after the second ring.


"Where the hell are you Kajal. I've been worried sick."


"Kidnapped and fucked like you did to me when we first met. Can you come and pick me up?"





"What? Who by? Are you ok?"


"I'm fine, just come and get me. I'll explain when you get here."


"Where are you?"


"I have no idea. Can you track my phone? I'm on an industrial estate in the middle of nowhere."


"I'll find you. Stay put."


The phone went dead just as the people carrier sped past with three men aboard.