Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I ran as fast as I could through the open field. It had rained earlier, and the ground had become muddy and slippery. I looked behind me to see that them are still chasing me. Just as I began to be more careful of my stepping, I fell, sliding on the slippery, wet grass. As I began to recollect myself to be back on my run, I heard heavy footsteps stopping next to me. My heart raced even faster.


A strong hand grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up, making me look up at his grinning face. I dropped my head in defeat.

"Hey hey hey, no need to be so sad..." said Sandy, grabbing my hair and making me look up at him. His friend, Murthi, laughed next to him as I was humiliated on my knees. I struggled to break free, but his grip on my hair, plus now the assistance of his friends holding my arms behind me, made me helpless.


"Now, now, Chandu... no need to be so excited... You had your chance to avoid this..." Sandy said in his sleazy tone as he worked his pants. I shut my eyes tightly. I begged for his mercy on my knees, bellowing, crying.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll fucking do it!" I screamed at the trio. The duo laughed out loud. My arms were let go. Sandy still had a grip on my hair. I looked up to see why he wasn't letting me go. 

"Better your sister sucking my cock than you, right Chandu?" said Sandy, letting go of my hair. I fell back on my butt, humiliated. He tossed me a little bag of powder.

"Call me when it's done, buddy."

Sandy pushed my chest with his foot, tipping me over. They laughed again as they walked away.

I walked home in a daze. They had been chasing me for weeks now. Ever since that day he got a glimpse of Ananya Panday at College, she had become their obsession. Jokes about sleeping with her and talking about my her sexy body. I had been laughing it off, but then I realized it was serious when Sandy asked me to slip date bang drug to my sister so he could have some fun with her.



Ananya had a petite, slim figure as she kept fit with yoga, and she was very attractive. She had long hair which looked great with her body. Her breasts were ample and firm, her waist was always tiny from working out, and she had a small, round butt that looked great on her curvy body.

Now I've given up. I had been chased for weeks, each encounter ranging from a mild-push around to a beat-up, which I could take. But they've gotten worse. I was warned that it would happen, but I didn't think it could. "Either your sister, or you." were his words. Just two days ago, they had me cornered in the shower, telling me I was going to receive it prison style if I couldn't provide Ananya. And today, well, you read what happened.



I opened the door to my house and slipped inside quietly. My sister came out to greet me. She was wearing a tight black long-sleeve and jean shorts, showing off her sexy curves and tan legs. Her shirt ended just below her midriff, showing off her hip bones. I knew why Sandy wanted her so bad. I would too. She was a goddess.

"Hey honey," says my sister, before kissing me on my cheek. I cringed.

"Hey Ananya," I mutter as I throw my wet backpack against the wall.



"What happened?" She said, pointing at my streaked pants.

"I slipped on the grass." I reply. I can't bring myself to look at her.

"You should've been more careful hon, want me to take a look at your knees?"

"No, it's okay Ananya, thanks." I tell her, pushing her away slightly. She looked taken back a bit. I wish I could apologize for what I was about to do. She turned around to go back to the living room. As I looked her walk away, I cringed even more. I wished she didn't dress so sexy.



I was pouring some ice tea for myself when my phone buzzed. The text message read "Have you done it yet?", and it was from Sandy. I sighed, and took out the crushed powder. After a deep sigh and messing my hair in frustration, I poured the contents of the little bag into the ice tea, then stirred it in. I poured myself another glass and went to my sister.

"Hey Ananya, I got a glass of ice tea for you." I told her and set it down on the coffee table. She smiled thank you, and brought it t her lips for a sip. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes, but I watched as she pouted her glossy lips against the cold glass and sipped drugged drink. I sat down next to her and watched the television with her.

Two commercials later, she was asleep on the sofa. I poked her thighs for a bit to stir her, to see if she would wake. I wished that she would wake up. She didn't even budge.



Reluctantly, I texted Sandy.

"It's done."

I guess they were waiting outside. It didn't even take them a minute.