Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

It was winter time and I was feeling happy with my life. Several months had passed, since I was subjected to Pooja's Bukkake party and her lesbian affections towards me. It had made me realise I was attracted to women, as well as men and I had now been seeing a girl for a few months.





Her name was Mouni Roy. A little older than me, but we got on like a house on fire. She was petite and stunningly attractive. Her body was tanned and well-toned, with an ass to die for. She had nice breasts, B cup and big eyes. There was an instant attraction from the day we first met in a Pub. We had practically moved in together, staying at each other's apartments most nights and our relationship was blossoming. She had been a lesbian since she was sixteen years old and said she had always been attracted to women, rather than men. This sexual preference was cemented further, when she was fucked by two men on her 18th birthday. They had attacked her on the way home from a party. She had been dragged her into an alleyway at three o'clock in the morning and they had taken it in turns to fuck her. She never knew who they were and they were never caught. It had put her off men for life. One drunken night she told me all about it and I guessed it took a lot for her to tell me. A few nights later I decided to tell her my own experiences.





I explained to her what had happened to me with Pooja's people, how I was drugged, kidnapped and then gangbang by five men. I told her that initially it was a terrifying experience, but that in the end, I actually enjoyed it immensely. I also told her about the Bukkake party I was coerced into, with thirty men cumming all over me, and the lesbian teasing from Pooja. Mouni was shocked, but not entirely surprised, she knew what a freak I could be in the bedroom, and now knew where I had learnt some of my skills. I told her to tell no-one about it and that it was all part of my sexual history.


I was still attracted to men of course, but I was faithful to Mouni, even though I did sometimes crave sex with a man. Our lovemaking was soft and sensual, but it seemed to lack something I couldn't quite put my finger on.


Mouni was working away all week and I had had a very busy week myself. I stayed up until about nine pm and then finished my wine and went to bed, feeling cold and lonely.


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I was a little woozy when I came round, already knowing I had been taken by Pooja's group. It was the remaining feelings of being drugged, yet again, that gave it away.


My surroundings were completely different to the last time I was there. The room was no bigger than an average sized hotel room, painted white, with a plush cream carpet. There were no windows and only one door. I was lying in a king sized bed and felt free to move around, as I was not tied down in any way. I pulled the back of the black, satin bed sheet , swung my legs round and sat on the edge of the bed taking in the details of the room.



It looked like any other room apart from the lack of windows. There was a large full length mirror at the foot of the bed, a dressing table and a chest of drawers. Apart from that the room was empty.


I stood up and walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was locked, just as I thought, but it was worth a try. I walked over to the mirror to take a look at myself. Unlike the other times I'd been kidnapped, I wasn't naked, which was slightly reassuring, although it did throw me a little. I was wearing white lace panties and a silky, white vest top which barely covered my breasts. The vest hung from my boobs showing my midriff and a lot of cleavage. I had no bra on and no other items of clothing. I spun from side to side admiring my reflection, sticking my ass or boobs out and pouting in the mirror. I thought about how sexy I looked and was busy posing for a few moments, before I noticed the camera in the corner of the room. I stopped immediately and went back to sit on the bed.


'What did they want me for this time,' I thought to myself, 'more of Pooja's sordid film making?'


I wasn't overly concerned, I had been there twice before and had thoroughly enjoyed myself, despite my initial trepidation. No violence had ever been used against me, it was more like psychological torment, than anything else.



A few minutes passed and I heard a key in the door. My heart started pounding and I waited for Pooja to enter. The door opened and two large men in suits entered the room. They looked like doormen or bodyguards. As they parted and stood either side of the doorway, Pooja waltzed in.


"Welcome back Kajal," she smiled, "have you missed me?"


I instantly saw red and pushed off the bed, running towards her "Fucking bitch!" I shrieked, raising my hand to slap her across the face.


The guy on her left stepped forward, caught my arm by the wrist and pushed me back towards the bed, like I was nothing. The back of my legs hit the bed and I tumbled backwards onto the mattress. My flimsy top flipped up exposing my naked breasts from underneath.


"This is why we usually tie you down Kajal," she laughed, stepping forward, "behave yourself and be civilised, we're all friends here."


"Your no friend of mine," I snapped, covering my boobs back up, "not after what you did to me."


"Me? What did I do to you?"


"You know exactly what you did, you selfish bitch!"


"I don't recall, please enlighten me," she said, calmly.


"You used me to get yourself off and then didn't reciprocate."


"Awwwww poor Kajal didn't get to cum," she mocked, "is that all you're angry about?"


"Not entirely, but the main reason, yes," I replied, "there was no need for that, especially after all the teasing you did to me. You know I needed to get off."


"Well I'm sure you've made up for it with that new girlfriend of yours," she said, staring into my eyes, "Mouni? Is that her name?"


I was dumbstruck. I sat there open mouthed with a look of utter shock on my face.


"How did you..."



"We know everything about you Kajal, remember?" she said, "Pretty little thing isn't she?"


"Leave her out of this, she's nothing to do with you," I snapped, feeling angry.


"I would have left her out of this, but you've dragged her into it, haven't you?"


"What? No! How? What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling confused, but knowing exactly where she was heading with the conversation.


"You told her about us, didn't you Kajal?" she said firmly, but still keeping very calm.


"No...I..."


"Don't lie, I know you told her," she said, before I could finish, "we heard every word. The two poor victims, pouring their hearts out to each other. So sweet."


"You've been listening to us?" I asked, "What the fuck?"


"Maybe," she replied, "or maybe we have other methods of tracking you. The fact is you told someone about us, after I specifically told you not to."


"She won't say a word," I said, panicking, " I promise, she'll never tell anyone."


She ignored me.


"This can't go unpunished Kajal," she said, sternly "you know that right?"


I dropped off the bed onto my knees. I clasped my palms together as though I was praying.


"Please Pooja, don't. Don't do anything to her, I'm begging you, pleeeeassse."