Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

I sat on the mattress thinking about Sunny Leone. I had no idea what time it was and whether she'd be looking for me. She must have been worried sick or thought that I had stood her up. After about half an hour I heard footsteps and voices outside.


"Let me out," I shouted as loud as I could.


The door was unlocked and three men entered the room. It was the men from the people carrier.


They were all dressed in jeans and sweatshirts. They were clean shaven, but looked scruffy somehow.


"Wakey, Wakey sleeping beauty," the lead guy said.


"Who are you? What have you done to me?" I hissed.


"Calm down princess," he laughed, "No harm done here."


"No harm!," I shouted in his face. "One of you has fucked me without consent. Do you know what that means?"


"It means you didn't say no and didn't complain like a whiny bitch, " he laughed, looking at his mates for approval.





They laughed along with him.


"You fucking bangd me, you mother fucker."


"Like I said, you never said no."


"Fuck you. Let me out of here."


"Ahhhh no can do I'm afraid sweetheart. We're not done with you yet Kajal."


"How do you know my name?"


"We've seen your films on the internet. Quite a little cock lover aren't you."


"You've got the wrong person, now let me go."


"I don't think we have. Come with me," he gestured to his two mates to pick me up.


I resisted and tried to stay put. I didn't know where they were taking me and didn't want to go willingly.


They dragged me up by my arms and carried me out into a large concrete room. It looked like an abandoned factory or hospital. It was in a poor state like the broom cupboard. There was a wall of windows on one side of the room, they were old with metal painted frames and were so dirty that you couldn't see through them. Across the other side there was a large double door also made of heavy duty metal. It was the only way in or out.


In the middle of the room were four mattresses laid on the floor, to form a larger mattress. They were dirty and used like the one I'd been sleeping on. They filled me with dread. Next to them was a makeshift table with a laptop and some camera equipment. There were a few chairs dotted around and none of them matched.


They carried me over to the table and sat me on a chair in front of the laptop.


"This isn't you then?" he said, switching on a paused video on the screen.


I watched myself being fucked in the ass on a turntable and turned my head away in shame.


"You sick fucks. That's not me," I lied.


It was me. It had been filmed by Sunny Leone and posted on the dark web for paying clients.


"Lying bitch."


"Its not me, now let me go. You've had your fun. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I need to be somewhere right now and I'm late. Just let me go."


"I think Sunny Leone will have fucked off by now. Your date isn't going to happen."





"How do you know all this? Who the fuck are you?" I snapped.


"Sorry princess. How rude of me," he mocked. "Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. I'm Victor and I'll be your host for the evening."


"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now give me my clothes and let me go."


"You were much more fun when you were passed out," he said, nudging his mate.


"Go fuck yourself you rapist."


"Well you're a little charmer aren't you princess. I didn't hear you complaining earlier."


"What did you do to me?"


"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed, nudging his mate again. "Here you go, you can see it for yourself."


He closed the video on the laptop and opened another one. The camera was hand held and shaky, but I knew it was filmed in this room. I saw the four mattresses on the floor and the camera finally panned up to my naked body sprawled out on them. Victor came into shot and smiled at the camera. He knelt down next to me and kissed me on the lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth.


"You sick fucker. Get off on unresponsive girls do you?" I said, turning to face him.


He smiled and nodded back to the laptop.


I watched the screen again. He kissed me some more and gently stroked my naked breasts sighing with pleasure to himself. I felt sick. He bent his head down and started kissing my neck and smelling my hair. Taking in deep breaths around my neck line. I thought of my pheromones I'd smeared on myself for Sunny Leone. He must have been able to smell me.


"You smell gorgeous," he gasped, looking back at the camera and sneering.


He kissed lower down across my collar bone and down to my boobs. He planted more soft kisses on my lady mounds kissing each one it turned.






"You like that don't you," he whispered to my sleeping face.


He sucked my left nipple into his mouth and feasted on me while caressing and squeezing my other boob. He pulled off me and looked down at me as he undid his jeans. He wasn't wearing any boxer shorts and his cock sprang out as he rubbed himself looking at my face.


"Patience Kajal," he giggled, "I'll get to your pussy soon enough."


He was having an imaginary conversation with my lifeless body. It was sickening to watch, but also intriguing. I knew he'd fucked me, so the end result wasn't going to be a surprise. I was now beginning to be fascinated with his perverted performance.


"You sad little fucker." I said to him. "What's wrong can't you get with a real live women? You have to drug young girls and fuck them while they sleep?"


"I get plenty," he replied. "Keep watching."


He wanked his cock moving up towards my face. He was quite thick, but very short. The camera angle wasn't great. He pulled his foreskin back and wiped his purple helmet across my cheeks and lips.


"Mmmmm dirty bitch," he murmured. "Ready to suck me?"


My mouth was hanging slightly open in my corpse like pose as he slid the tip of his cock into my mouth.


"You are beyond sick," I said aghast. "Pathetic little man can't get sex any other way."


He said nothing just gestured at the laptop again, sneering at me.


"Ooooh take it deeper," he gasped, pushing his shaft further into my mouth.





His left hand reached down and stroked my tits as he started to fuck my face, holding his cock by the base. He was rock hard and the camera moved and zoomed in to get a better view of the action. My lips yielded and drooled as my body reacted to his cock pushing into it. He thrust in and out with his hips, moaning at the feeling. His cock and balls were quite hairy, not what I was used to with Sunny Leone's boys.


"You love that cock in your mouth don't you Kajal," he giggled, quickening his pace.


"Yes. I'll cum in your mouth if that's what you want."


He was imagining me responding to him. He would pull out of my mouth now and then and wipe his slimy cock all over my face, or dip his hairy balls into my mouth before sliding his dick back into me.


"Enjoy it did you?" I asked, trying to belittle him.


"Loved it," he said. "You were great. Keep watching."


He rubbed his cock over my tits and slid it between them, mounting me for a titty fuck. He spat all over his cock and pushed my boobs together as he fucked them rhythmically.


"What's that Kajal?" he asked, cupping his ear as though I had said something. "I've made you all wet? Well we better have a look at that then, hadn't we."


He climbed off me, his jeans still hanging off his hips. He gripped my left leg and pulled it apart from my right, spreading them open. The camera moved down to my genitals and I was amazed to see I was actually very wet. I had a trickle of love juice dribbling down to my asshole. Victor saw my surprise.


"Seems like you enjoyed it too princess." He looked between my legs on the chair and licked his lips.


"Fuck you!" I said, " I've seen enough, now let me go."


"We're just getting to the good bit. Shut up and watch."


On the screen I watched him part my pussy lips and slide his finger up and down my wet slit, stimulating my clit.


"Ooooh you are wet aren't you Kajal? You were right," he said, looking in between my legs.


He shuffled down and got his face right next to my spread snatch. I saw him breath in my scent and lick his lips.


"Wow! You smell nice and cunty down there Kajal, let's have a taste of you."


He went down on me, feasting on my wet hole. His moans were muffled by my meaty lips as he devoured me with a loud slurping noise, like someone eating a juicy orange.


"Mmmmffff you taste like heaven Kajal," he slurped, "So juicy and sweet mmmmfffff."


It was difficult to watch, but somehow arousing. Seeing a man use my body without my knowledge for his own pleasure. He was a freak there was no doubt about that, but I couldn't help but get turned on by what I was seeing.



He ate my juicy cunt for a few minutes before he surfaced and wiped his wet chin. If I'd been conscious I probably would have cum from his attention, but I barely stirred throughout the whole process. He kicked his jeans off and rubbed his cock some more. He was oozing precum as he wiped his cock up and down my slit. I stirred on the dirty mattress.


"Shit she's waking up," said the camera man from behind the lens.


"She'll be out for a while yet," said Victor. "Chloroform doesn't wear off that quick. Shut up and keep filming."


His attention went back to rubbing my pussy with the head of his cock.


"Shush Kajal. Be patient, I'll stick it inside you in a minute," he replied to my non-existent words.