Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Part -- 2


Kajal was dragged from the cell, her legs locked straight as she tried to resist her heels sliding on the concrete floor. The medical cell was about 30 feet down the corridor and as she went she caught glimpses of the other rooms. They were deck out in different ways. One looked like a dungeon with chains and ropes, another like a grand bedroom and others she could only just catch sight off. Kajal didn’t know what to do. How could she fight back or get away? The situation was impossible and she gave a shudder of horror remembering what he told her about her colleagues and the little Cessna.


“Please General, let's talk about this, you don’t need to do this.” She stammered as she was almost lifted through the door into a white tiled room.


There was a African woman dressed like a nurse standing patiently. Kajal was allowed to stand unaided; the two large guards stood either side of the lithe diminutive woman. The brutes were massive and even in her high heeled sandals they towered over her panting body.



“Now Kajal,” The general said almost apologetically, “I don’t think you understand your situation yet do you?” Kajal’s expression of disgust answered for him. He nodded, “hmm very well I will allow your insolence for the time being.”


The walls were dull with grime and dust. There was a row of trolleys with sheets over them and two large wicker chairs like from the 60,probably still the fashion in this backward country. One of the chairs had two bamboo poles pointing up from the arm rests with carved faces on the top. They looked like voodoo dolls or some other crazy religious symbolism either side of a wicker throne.


He signalled the guards who moved her towards the chair. Kajal gave a yelp as one guard pulled her dress over her shoulders, the fabric falling around her cute ankles. She stood there in a thong, heels and no bra, her hands now other her 36B chest.


The group admired her figure. She was proportioned well, her legs slim and shapely accentuated by heels, her ass full and slappable. Her curved back was drenched in sweat, her blonde hair now more bedraggled pulled out of a hair in the struggle cascading around her bony shoulders.





“What are you going to do, you filthy bastard,” she growled her eyes blazing.


The general sighed. “Miss Kajal I regret to tell you although you will find me a loving master I have some deviations that you may find difficult to accept at first.”


Kajal gave a moan of despair,” oh shit this can’t be happening.”


The two guards suddenly gripped her hands and she began to struggle. They spun her around pushing her into the wicker chair. It was deep and as her ass hit the seat her legs flew up and at angles the guards grabbed a tiny ankle each with huge black hands. They lifted her ankles pushing her legs wider and higher Kajal now more on her back than butt her hands desperately trying to loosen the grip on her ankles. The nurse grabbed her arms pulling them behind her chair backrest binding them with rope.


The general watch until finally she was in position. The leggy blonde half lay in the chair, her arms tied behind it, her legs open and high her ankles bound with rope around the tops of the two bamboo poles. Her breast heaved with effort her thong panties soaking her crotch wide and embarrassingly wide open.


The general barked an order to the two mesmerised guards and reluctantly they left the cell.





The nurse traced her finger over Kajal’s tummy hooking the thong panties and in one tug ripped them from her crotch.


The general took a seat in the other wicker chair and unbuckled his belt. He slowly pulled his fat black cock out of his pants and drew back the foreskin with a satisfied groan. Kajal’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock and how unashamedly he exposed himself. The nurse was smearing gel along her hand, the skin glistening and Kajal gave a whimper of understanding.


Outside the cell the two guards could hear the woman shout then give horrified groans. In their pants their cocks hardened in envy of what the general was watching his slave endure.


The blonde waif stunner couldn’t do anything to stop the black witch. She was completely trussed and open. The nurse’s fingers were formed into a cone and she was gently but firmly pushing her cone shaped hand into Kajal’s blonde pussy. She gave a moan of discomfort the sweat of the day lubricating her pink hole but still not enough to allow constant yielding entry.





Kajal couldn’t believe what was happening.


“No, no you mustn’t! I ..uhhhh!”


She looked at the general then at the roof in discomfort and embarrassment. What could she do? The woman was using her fingers to twist inside the young blonde’s private space, Kajal feeling the soft feminine fingers caress her inner flesh.


“Oh God!” She gave a despairing cry as she looked down. The woman’s hand was moving inch by inch deeper and deeper, her pussy wall burning with effort of resistance.


Uggggg oh god no no uhhhhhhhhhhh!” She arched her back as the nurses hand opened her up almost to the knuckle, but not enough.





“Ahhhhhhhhhh no no ugggg It won’t go oh god stop!”


The general moaned in pleasure, the nurse nodding to his questions gibbering back in his native tribal tongue.


“Is the white bitch too tight? Push harder, more grease on your hand.” He looked at Kajal in the eye.” Don’t fight it, relax your body. We have all day; by evening you will have learnt how to accommodate even my hand.” He flexed his fat fingers Kajal horrified at the size of his fist.


The general tugged at his prick as his nurse’s hand twisted and probed at the blonde bitches’ hole. Kajal groaned and thrashed her head still trying to reason with the insane man.


“Uggggg stop, please general I’m sorry I’ll say what ever you what uggggggg there’s has to be…uggggggggggggg!”


“When I first saw you,” the general said shaking his head, “I marvelled at how slim and delicate you were.”


The general paused to admire her panicking beautiful face, then he continued his vulgar thoughts.


“You were so confident in that news conference. I will enjoy looking into those arrogant eyes when I have my hand deep inside your pussy.”


The girl gave an oval pout of shock as her pussy lips did indeed at that point relax just a fraction allowing the nurses greased hand almost to the knuckle. Kajal screamed as the woman tried to push again, but her lips wouldn’t open any further.


“Jez stop! Stop please uhhhhhhhhhhhh!”



The general snapped an order in his native tongue, the nurse slowly removing what hand she had managed to burrow inside the woman.


Kajal gave a pant of relief and was about to speak thinking her negotiation was working when she saw what the nurse was doing. The woman had opened a large jar of plant grease and was carefully drawing the slimy fluid into a big bore syringe until it held maybe a beer bottle full.


“Some extra lubrication Miss Kajal,” the general explained.


The reporter tried to wrestle free as the thick point was pushed into her slit. A second later she felt the surge of liquid inside her canal, the syringe plunger forcing every last drop into her cunt.


The nurse re-greased her hand and started her mission again.



Outside the confines of the concrete fortress the jungle choked the humid air. It was mid day, the temperature somewhere in the nineties so was the humidity. The cell block of the military base baked like a huge oven. From the sky the whole site was only visible if you flew directly overhead the dense inhospitable jungle 200 miles in each direction


Kajal knew all this but even knowing she still couldn’t accept this was happening. In her head she went over the same thoughts again and again.


“Someone will come, they will, they must!”


She’d heard about abductions, but that was always the locals, not a foreigner not a journalist, But her rational mind kept telling her what she didn’t want to hear.





“Everyone thinks you are dead, you are alone imprisoned in the jungle, and your captor has the power over a country.”


The general caressed his bell and ended his cock eye weeping juice. He was rampantly erect now the veins bulging on his glistening black trunk of a cock. The woman in front of him was drenched head to toe in shimmering, bronzing sweat. Kajal had fair complexion normally however now she glowed greasy and wet like a lap dancer, her long heeled legs pointing to the sky giving her more of that contorted pole dancing look. Even her hair had dulled from brilliant blonde, black sweaty streaks in the cascading mane. Only her eyes remain pure and angelic, the pupils widening at every slight push of the nurses hand.


Kajal looked down at her abused hole seeing her oiled lips slurping and yielding slowly she realised this time the woman’s hand was going all the way in.


“No please, you uggg don’t ugggggggggg. Its not ugg right I..I..can't ugggggg!”


The general groaned in pleasure. “No more resisting my dear, you’ll find your body is capable of many astounding feats.”


The trussed blonde gave a series of high pitch grunts the nurse’s knuckles disappearing slowly.


The general leaned forward the sweat dripping from his forehead


The black bitch twisted her wrist a little and…Pop!”


The nurse gasped with the effort Kajal screaming as her lips suddenly yielded, the hand sliding past the widest point into her void, her lips closing tightly around the sweaty greased wrist. She could see her tummy bloated her skin moving as the hand twisted inside her ultra slim body.


“Oooh God nooooooooo!”





The hand felt enormous, like a creature, a mole or something wriggling inside her body. It was like some fucking alien, her flat groin seeming to move with the motion of the fist.


The nurse with her left hand inside the bound woman was pouring a vial of lubricant onto her wrist and as she pumped into Kajal she delivered the grease along her tight tunnel.


“Ug, ug, you, you ugggggggggggg filthy ugggg ohhhhhh!” Kajal gasped through clenched teeth.


“Oh God she’s going to split me open!” She thought wildly, the pumping hand making disgusting slurping and belching noises.


Kajal struggled to concentrate the sensation of a hand inside her private place almost unbelievable. The embarrassment was overwhelming the woman looking up into her wide eyes twisting her fingers seeing Kajal’s faces contort her lips purse and nip.


Kajal didn’t want to add to their enjoyment but she couldn’t stop herself grunting and groaning. The nurses listen for the highest most indignant noises to decide where to press and twist the most.


Kajal spat in disgust at the nurse, she in turn gave Kajal a swipe across the face, her large white eyes staring into Kajal’s. She shouted in her own language and Kajal guessed it was an order to behave and stop fighting if she knew what was good for her.



The general stood up stepping out of his pants. His thighs and butt were massive, a product of years of military service before he led the coup that made him the country's leader. He looked ridiculous in shoes and socks, no pants but still a military shirt with elaborate lapels, his cock waving around like he was about to hang a flag from it.


He could hear her pussy squelch and Kajal grunt indignantly over and over. Her skin accentuated the black arm buried in her hole and her lightly haired blonde pussy gave her slit an almost shaven look.


The general began to unfasten her ankles from the bamboo poles. He took each small foot and hooked her legs on the outside of the poles until she was sat with her thighs even wider, her heels almost touching the floor her legs on the outside of the poles unable to close. Kajal felt her legs ache but was thankful that they could now rest more easily. But it was not an act out of kindness she almost instantly realised her virgina had now straightened allowing the nurses hand to push deeper without restriction.



“Ohhhhhhhh God no uggggggggg!” She thought the woman was going to keep going all the way to her throat.


“Please general uhhhhhhh!”


He laughed in amusement. “Please feel free to ask any more probing, embarrassing questions about my life. After all you will have a ring side seat to my darkest perversions from now on.”


The nurse was now touching Kajal at the top of her slit with her free hand. She could feel the feminine fingers searching for her bud.


“Ugggg no, no!” Kajal cried horrified at what the woman was attempting to do.


“Kajal,” the general said sweetly,” I am not a monster, your life with me though challenging will have its pleasures. It is important my slaves know how to climax in their job. “


Kajal gave an animal groan of refusal shaking her head, hair flying everywhere.


The fisting went on for what seemed ages until Kajal’s pussy felt numb the slime of juice and grease dripping from her slit as the wrist twisted. The nurse had pressed a small vibrator against Kajal’s clit and slowly but expertly she had brought the cursing girl to near climax. The blonde had tried to forget she was here, fall into a humid sea of half dreams. The sensation in her pussy had dulled; she was back home with her fiancé.





“Her fiancée!” Kajal gave an anguished cry, “Oh God Simon help me please.”


The general was instantly distracted from the mesmerising view he had been enjoying.


“Simon? Oh Yes Simon Wiez head of your news channel.” The general recalled the picture today, tall chiselled, mature, powerful. Very powerful. “He was your betrothed wasn’t he?”


Kajal snarled back teeth and gritted the tiny buzzing stick working its magic on her bud.


“He ugh still is you fuckkkk!”


The general grew angry at her outburst gripping her hair pulling his face close.