Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

It had been three months since my encounter with Pooja and her sordid team. I still had mixed feelings about it all. It has started out as a gang bang, but in the end I was begging to be fucked. Five men had forced themselves on me and all of them had ejaculated inside me without my consent. I was terrified at the beginning of my ordeal, but loved it at the end. It had all been filmed in some sort of clinical room, for the entertainment of Pooja's clients and although I had trawled the internet I had never found the video. It was as though it had never happened.


I had continued my electronic diary, noting my sexual encounters, although that incident hadn't been included.


Now three months later I had woken up in the same clinical padded room as before. Same grey floor tiles, same cameras and TV screens showing my body spread out naked for all to see. My heart sank.





'How did this happen again?' I said to myself in my head 'I thought they were done with me.'


I was strapped onto a bench, on my back this time. The bench was once again cream leather and was the same width as my body. My wrists were strapped up to my elbows, with my arms by my sides. My legs were spread wide open in stirrups, as before and strapped from my ankles up to my knees. I could move a lot more than last time, but only by siding forwards or backwards. If I slid backwards my head flopped off the bench. Around my neck was a white diamanté studded dog collar, attached to a chain which went through a hole in the bench. The chain was slack and rattled and clanked underneath me, as I lifted my head to see the rest of the room.


The TV screens showed wide angle shots of me, as well as close ups of my breasts, pussy and face. It was obvious they had bought me back for another film session, to be fucked again or worse.


I lay there not moving for about ten minutes. I watched my chest rise and fall with my breathing, as I looked at myself on the screen. I examined my body as though I was watching someone else on a TV show. I was in good shape and felt pleased with how I looked. I could see the close up of my boobs, soft and firm with my small dark nipples. I scanned another screen and looked at my bald vulva. I never usually got the chance to look closely at my pussy and found it interesting to see it in such detail. My small outer labia gave way to my inner lips, protruding slightly all pink and pouting. My clitoral hood, slightly darker, hiding my little bean. I tensed and watched my pussy twitch ever so slightly and then released. I did it again and again and smiled to myself. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I was startled when the door opened behind me and heard footsteps. I stopped twitching and turned my head to see who it was. I wasn't surprised by who I saw.





"Kajal, how lovely to see you again," it was Pooja.


"What am I doing here again!" I snapped, "You had your film and I thought you were done with me."


"I said I would see you again soon Kajal, you didn't think that was it did you."


"Yes, I did, now let me go."


She looked down at me as she came level with the bench, dressed in the same white blouse and short black skirt as before. She had what looked like a remote control in her hand. She walked round me giving me the once over, like a lion looking at her prey.


"Still as sexy as ever, aren't you?" she said, "and nice to see you've kept on shaving that little pussy of yours too, saves us from doing it for you again."


"I prefer it like that now," I replied.


"At least you've learnt something then," she said, "you've got a gorgeous body Kajal, perky breasts, toned long firm legs, and such a pretty face, big hazel eyes, full lips, you're a real cutie aren't you." she was starting to sound seductive.





"Our clients loved your last session, said you were the best ever, such natural reactions of both fear and pleasure, do you remember how much you loved it?" she asked.


"Fuck you Pooja, I kept my promise and told no-one, now let me go, and no I didn't love it," I lied.


"Well, I've watched the footage several times and I can assure you, you looked in ecstasy when you took the third, fourth and fifth cocks inside you."


"Get off on it did you?" I asked.


"Not as much as you did," she scoffed, "but yes it did turn me on," she pulled up a stool and sat next to me, "I was soaking wet after we finished filming you that day."


"Glad you liked it," I said sarcastically.


"It had a good response from our clients."


"I never found it on the internet."


"You wouldn't, it's on a secure server on the dark web and only good paying clients have access to it. You obviously looked then? Curious to see how you looked or did you want to reminisce?"


I turned quickly and said, "You really are a fucking bitch, aren't you Pooja."





She pulled away slightly, startled at my reaction, then leant forward again, opening her legs slightly. I got a glimpse of her black lace panties up her skirt. They looked expensive. I looked away quickly.


"That's not a very nice thing to call me Kajal," she replied, looking hurt, "after all I've done for you."


"You've done nothing for me," I replied, "unless you think letting men bang me is a favour."


"It wasn't bang and you know it. Anyway you're now capable of being fucked by very large cocks," she said, "you would have been too timid and scared to attempt it otherwise."


"I would have been fine, I would have done it in my own time," I said, looking up her skirt again.


She caught me looking and whispered, "Do you like what you see up there?"


I looked away and started to blush.


"Oh, you don't. It's ok, I don't mind. Have you ever been with a woman Kajal?" she asked.


"No. I haven't been with a woman, I'm straight remember," I replied sternly.


"Oh wait, no of course not, I'd have read it in your stupid diary," she laughed.


"You're still hacking my life then?" I asked.


"I look from time to time at your diary, it's quite boring," she answered, "and you're not straight, I remember what happened last time. You were sniffing Natalie's panties, while you came over Richard's cock, you couldn't get enough of it."


"You made me sniff them, clamping them to my nose, while I was force fucked," I hissed back at her.


"It looked like the smell of her pussy tipped you over the edge to me," she laughed.


"If you say so," I said.


"Facts are facts," she said, standing up and moving the stool out of the way.


"Let's give you a closer look up my skirt, shall we? You seem to be interested in what's up there," she said, putting her legs either side of my head, hitching up her skirt slightly and looking down at my face.


I turned my head away and moved to the left.


She pressed the button on the remote control in her hand. There was a whirring noise and the chain clanked underneath the chair. It slowly pulled on my dog collar, as it forced my head back onto the bench, making me look directly up at her panty clad pussy. It started to pull tighter around my neck and I felt it choking me. She let it choke me for a few seconds before turning it off and releasing the slack again.


I coughed and gasped for breath.


"Don't turn away from me Kajal," she scolded, "look up between my legs, this is what you wanted to see, right?"


"What the fuck?" I said, finally getting my breath back, "are you trying to strangle me or something?"


"It's a discipline thing," she said, "even dogs can be trained to understand that if they're bad they get a pull on the choke chain, you will learn too."


"Why are you doing this?" I asked, taking up the slack on the chain and turning my head again.


She hit the button again and the whir, clank, choke was repeated.


"Look between my legs Kajal," she ordered, as I fought for breath. "Don't make me have to treat you like a dog."


She left it choking me a while longer this time before releasing it. I coughed and tried to catch my breath. I had no choice but to obey her.


I looked directly up her long slender thighs to the heart of her being, covered by her tiny lace knickers. They were about twelve inches above me.


"Good girl, that's better," she said.


Her knickers were almost see through and I could just about make out her mound and labia. Her underwear bulged and I could tell she had big lips in there, as the material strained to contain her.


She slowly bent her legs at the knees and lowered it nearer to my face. She stopped six inches away from my nose


"Smell my panties," she said, in a sexy voice, "it's alright they were clean this morning after my shower, go ahead smell them, see if they're as nice as Natalie's."


I turned my head away again and shuffled backwards.


Whir, clank, choke. She left it choking me for about five seconds and released again.


I couldn't help but smell her panties now as I gasped for breath. I could smell soap and the faintest scent of her pussy.


"Breathe deeply," she said, "Do you like my scent?"


"I can't really smell anything," I said, stupidly, without realising I was playing into her hands.


She dropped her lower clamping my head between her warm smooth thighs. She was well toned and athletic and surprisingly strong. Her lace covered quim was now three inches away.


"What about now?" she asked.


I breathed in through my nose and could still only smell fabric softener with a slight musky undertone. I felt slightly aroused from the whole teasing process and felt my clit and pussy lips begin to swell.


"Fabric softener," I said defiantly.


She dropped the remote on the floor in anger, reached both hands behind my head and pulled my face into her crotch.


"What about now you little bitch?" she asked again, through gritted teeth.


Her panties were very soft considering they were lace and her pussy felt spongy under the fabric. My nose was right in her crack, below her clit, as I breathed in. The arousing aroma of female genitals wafted up my nose at last.


She released my head "Well?"


"Cunt," I said, trying to be as offensive as I could.


"Well that's one thing to call it suppose," she laughed "Do you like the smell of my 'cunt' Kajal?"


"I told you I'm straight," I said.





"So you say, but that's not what I asked you, do you like the scent of a woman? That's the smell of sex."


I had to admit it was a gorgeous smell and it was arousing me.