Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

#Part 1

I woke up in strange surroundings, in a warm, well lit room. The floor was made of grey tiles and the walls were clad with cream leather, similar to the inside of a plush yacht. I tried to move but realised I was restrained and naked on what looked like a cream leather gynaecologist's examination chair. My legs were spread wide open in stirrups and strapped down, from my knees to my ankles. My arms were strapped down, from my elbows to my wrists. I had a strap around my waist and one around my neck holding my head to the chair. The chair was reclined lightly. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, but surprisingly warm and comfortable. My heart was pounding and I was disorientated and terrified. I tried to move to free myself but it was futile. All I could move was my ass about three inches in all directions, but that was all. I had no idea how I had got there or how long I'd been there. I remembered falling asleep on my sofa with a glass of wine and then nothing after that.





I looked around the room and saw a door in front of me between my legs and a series of video cameras all over the room, all pointing at me from different angles. There was a counter with cupboards underneath stretching the full length of the wall to my left with a sink at the far end. I strained my neck to see to the right of me and saw several plush leather chairs and a sofa all facing the wall where there was a bank of large TV screens showing what the cameras could see. I was shocked to see I had four pointing directly at my hairy pussy giving different views. I had another with a close up of my face and three others showing wider angles of me in the chair. I began to panic and tried to pull out of my restraints again, when suddenly the door opened and several people came in.


The first was a woman about thirty five years old with long hair and dressed in a white blouse and short black skirt. She had an air of authority about her, similar to a school teacher. She was followed in by three younger women, all blonde and dressed in only their underwear. Matching white skimpy g strings and flimsy lace bras. Behind them were five men who were wearing tight black boxer shorts. They were all of medium height, and of muscular build, almost like clones of each other but their facial features differed. All the men sat down on the chairs and sofa in silence while the girls remained standing.


"You are Kajal Aggarwal, correct?" she didn't wait for an answer. "My name is Pooja Kumar and I'll be sorting out proceedings here today," the woman in the skirt said, in a matter of fact tone.



"I am Kajal, yes, but who are you people? Why am I here? Please let me go, I have done nothing wrong," I said trying to stay calm and in control.


"I'll tell you exactly why you're here. You see, we have special clients who have certain desires, which we must meet. We make adult videos for those clients. They are fed up with the run of the mill porn films with fake models, fake reactions, fake orgasms and fake breasts. They prefer everyday girls such as yourself and the genuine reaction to their situation and circumstances, such as the one you find yourself in," replied Pooja.


I was suddenly more worried.


"Please don't do anything to me, I won't tell a soul what happened, just let me go, I'll be no good to you in an adult film," I said submissively.


"You're exactly what our clients are looking for," she replied, "Inexperienced with a girl next door look about you, you're perfect."


"Why did you pick me?" I asked.



"Why not pick you. We know all about you 'Kajal', as you like to be called, we've hacked your life, your computer, your diary and your phone. We've read your electronic diary from your laptop and know all about your sexual preferences and inexperience. Poor girl waiting until you were twenty before letting a man fuck you," she said mockingly, "and according to your diary he only fucked you six times, in the dark while you lay on your back. It all sounds very boring and prudish. I'm surprised you didn't lose your virginity earlier Kajal, you are very beautiful," she looked me up and down "nice young body, firm breasts, long brown hair, hazel eyes, you really are a stunner."


She looked in between my legs, "It's a shame you don't shave down there though," she said with a look of distaste.


I struggled at my restraints again, but it was no use, "Just let me go, find someone else, I'll be useless to you, please," I was almost in tears.


"Enough talk let's get started," she said ignoring, me.


She glanced over at two of the girls.


"Stacey, Natalie, shave her pussy, you know our clients hate it hairy."


The two girls went to a cupboard and produced a small silver tray with an electric hair clipper, shaving foam, and a razor. They filled a bowl with water from the sink and came towards me. They sat on two small stools and pulled them up so they were at working height with my genitals, similar to how I would have a Gyno exam at the doctors.


"You should be ashamed of that pussy," said Pooja, "look how hairy you are. We like it clean and shaved here. All our participants are shaved."





"I'm not a willing participant," I replied, trying to move away from Stacey and her hair clippers.


"It doesn't matter," said Pooja in her monotone voice, "it's going to happen anyway"


I felt the buzz of the clippers trimming my pubic hair and tried to move away.


"Don't touch me," I shrieked.


"Relax it's only hair, I won't hurt you," replied Stacey in a cute soft voice.


She continued to remove my pubes with the clippers being very careful not to knick the skin around my pussy. Gently pushing my mound and labia out of the way to put tension on my skin.


I looked across to the video screen and realised all this was being filmed for their perverted clients.


"You know this will be fuck don't you? If you let anyone fuck me, its bang," I said, trying to scare them into letting me go.


Pooja smirked, "We have a saying here, it's not bang if you're wet. And you will be wet before anyone penetrates you, I can assure you."


"You're sick," I replied.


I continued watching on the screen as Natalie started applying the shaving foam and rubbing it into a lather all over my pussy and mound. She then pulled the skin tight and started to shave me. I kept still, not wanting her to make a mistake and cut me. The foam was warm and sticky and felt strange against my labia. I prayed I wouldn't get wet from the experience. She expertly shaved me taking care around my protruding inner lips and clitoral hood and continued all the way down and shaved my ass hole. When she'd finished she wiped me with a soft towel and sat back to admire her work. I looked at the screen and was surprisingly pleased with my new appearance. My cute pink pussy on display, for all the world to see, silky smooth.



"Our guys love to see the goods, rather than a mess of hair," giggled Natalie as she packed her things on the tray and walked off with Stacey.


Stacey walked back to me with a bottle of what looked like massage oil.


"That's much better," laughed Pooja coming in for a closer look "lovely and smooth ready for your next treat."


"How did I get here?" I asked.


"You were drugged. This location is secret and no one will hear you or find you," Pooja replied.


"So you drugged me, kidnapped me and now you're going to fuck me?"