Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

Sam had pulled his slimy cock out of me and moved away. Another guy appeared who I assumed was Paul. He had his jeans off and was just wearing a T shirt. He was already hard and wanted me in a different position. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my neck from underneath. I knew what was coming next. He was about the same size as Sam and was shaved. He pushed his finger in my mouth and opened my passage. My throat was in line with my mouth and my head was upside down. A perfect angle to fuck my throat with. He played with my tits a little, tweaking my nipples and wiping his cock round my face.


The pretend conversation continued from him as it had with the others.


"What's that Kajal? You want me to cum in your mouth? Well lets try it out for size first."


"Did he cum in my mouth?" I asked impatiently.


"Keep watching and you'll see."


He pushed his dick between my unconscious lips. He came across a little bit of resistance as the tip of his cock must have entered my throat. He pushed past it and started pumping my face as though he was fucking someone's ass. He gripped my head and neck as he pounded my throat.





I looked away from the screen and covered my mouth, almost throwing up. I managed to keep it down.


"No wonder my fucking throats sore," I snapped.


"Yeah! He's not the most gentle when it comes to fucking," Victor laughed.


I turned back to the screen. It didn't take Paul long to cum. I saw the tell tale signs. I waited to watch him pump it down my throat, but he didn't. He pulled out and moved down in between my legs. He pushed into me and gasped at my full pussy.


"Ooooh Kajal you're so sloppy," he whispered. "You love a cummy pussy don't you? I've got a nice hot load for you. Here it comes."


He threw his head back and began shooting his cum into me. Victor zoomed in with the camera and showed my overfilled slit start to ooze spunk as it couldn't hold any more.


"Pull out a bit Paul. I don't want it leaking everywhere. I want her to wake up with a spunky mess inside her."


Paul pulled out so just his tip was inside me and finished his last few spurts. Before he pulled out he called Sam over.


"Sam grab her legs and keep them elevated, we don't want it leaking out."


Sam did as he was told and grabbed both my ankles and lifted my ass off the mattress as Paul unplugged his cock from my hole. There was no leakage. The cum stayed inside me. Sam held my limp legs up as though I was a prize stag that had been culled. Paul picked me up by my shoulders, ensuring he kept my pussy higher than my torso and they carried me out of shot. Presumably I was thrown in the broom cupboard to wake up with a leaking cunt. The video ended.





"Happy now?" I asked, "I watched your sick video now give me my clothes and let me go you dirty bastards."


"I will let you go Kajal, but not yet. Let me explain a few things to you," said victor, sitting down on the corner of the desk right next to me.


He looked me up and down, pausing at my pussy and boobs. I felt disgusted with him looking at me. Especially after what they had just done to me. Although, I was absolutely soaked between my legs. I'm pretty sure that if I got up I would leave a puddle on the chair. Being fucked while unconscious had turned me on like I never thought it would. I was surprised by my own feelings and it took me back to when Sunny Leone had first made me fuck five guys. Initial disgust and revulsion followed by wanton lust.


"Explain what?" I demanded.


"Well. We are a film crew just like Sunny Leone's business. We make films like her for the dark web. Unfortunately we have been losing a lot of business to Sunny Leone and its all thanks to you." Victor said, pointing at me.


"Me? What the fuck have I got to do with it?"


"You're the new star Kajal. Everyone loves your films. The creampie one, the bukkake one, the anal one and the one where you fucked your sexy sister. Clients can't get enough of you."





I sat up straighter feeling proud. It was strange to think of all those men getting off to me being fucked and abused.


"So to even up the odds we have kidnapped you and want a film of our own," he continued.


"Well now you have it, you can let me go. You could have just asked me. You didn't have to knock me out and bang me."


"It wasn't bang Kajal. You never said no."


"Fuck off. Even a loser like you knows that's not how it goes."


"Maybe not, but just look at it from my point of view. When we picked you up you were dressed like a high class call girl. You had no underwear on at all and you were soaking wet between your legs."


"None of that was meant for you, you sick fuck."


"No you were meeting Sunny Leone, but we got there first. She's not the only one who can track people and delve into their private lives."


"So you've been tracking me? Spying on me?"


"Something like that. Tell me Kajal, why were you so wet when we picked you up. Paul said he had stuck four fingers inside you in the back of the car before you got here, he said you were fucking sopping wet. Had you been playing with yourself before you went out."


"None of your business," I snapped. I thought back to Sunny Leone sending me the photos and my clit rubbing session in the kitchen. I hoped they hadn't unlocked my phone and found the messages.


"That's a yes then. You are a little slut aren't you princess. Did you use toys or just fingers."


He was getting off on this. Thinking of me fingering myself. I thought I'd try and gain an advantage.


"Yes Victor. I used my little finger. It was about the same size as your little cock."


"No need to be nasty Kajal. If I stuck it in your asshole you'd know about it."


I went quiet.


"Come on what did you really do?" he asked again, feeling my right breast. "You can tell me."


I slapped his hand away.


"Did you rub your little bean thinking of Sunny Leone," he mocked. "Pretending it was her getting you off. Did you cum?"


I looked him directly in the eye.


"I sat on the chair, pulled my dress up and rubbed my clitoris thinking of Sunny Leone's shaven cunt. I stopped short of my orgasm," I said defiantly.


"Holy shit. You're as filthy as you are in your films. So descriptive. No wonder you're so popular."


"Good. I'm glad we've got that cleared up. Now let me go, you have your film."





"That wasn't the film. That was just us having fun, showing you we mean business. I've got ten guys outside with nice hard cocks. They're going to be the film, with you as the star."


My heart sank. I thought I was about to get out of here and back to Sunny Leone. That obviously wasn't going to happen. I wasn't worried, just pissed off that my evening had been ruined after I'd waited so long to finally go on a date with her. Besides, a ten guy fuck fest wasn't going to be the worst ending to the evening. However I wasn't about to tell Victor I was willing.


"Anyone comes near me with a cock and they'll regret it. I have sharp nails and teeth."


"Now, now princess. Be nice," he whispered calmly, stroking my hair.


I batted him away.


"FUCKING. LET. ME. GO." I spelled it out to him in single words, through gritted teeth.


He pulled my hair and yanked my head back.


"YOU'LL. DO. AS. YOU'RE. TOLD," he replied, mimicking me.


He dragged me by my hair onto the mattresses as I struggled to keep my balance. He pushed me down and the other two came over to pin me down.


The sudden forcefulness felt exciting and dirty. My evening was ruined so being fucked by ten guys was a close second best. I wanted to be dominated by these men. Watching them fuck my unconscious body had turned me on too much and I needed to cum. This was all on my part to make them get rough with me.





"Get the ropes," snapped Victor. "Tie the bitch down."


"FUCK YOU! GET OFF ME," I shouted.


Paul got up and came back with pink nylon rope.


"How do you want her tied?" he asked.


"Arms first. Box tie her behind her back."


I was flipped over onto my front similar to how security officer officers arrest people. Sam sat on my legs and Paul and Victor pulled my arms behind my back. My arms were positioned as though they were folded in front of me, except they were behind me. He tied my left wrist to my right elbow and vice versa. I couldn't move my arms.


"Now her legs. Frog tie her, we still need access to her cunt."


Sam took my left leg and bent it at the knee as I struggled beneath them.


"Keep the bitch still," Sam hissed.


The other two put more weight on me pinning me down further. Sam pushed my bent leg back further until my heel touched my bum cheek. He tied my ankle to my thigh and then another tie at the knee. He repeated this on my right leg and they all jumped off me to admire their work.