Adultery REPOST: Blackmail and Public Humiliation of Riya

[namitha69simi]

Her face was still wet from crying.

Rakesh gently lifted the elastic strap off over her head. Very carefully, he rearranged her hair, pushing it backward so that it fell back behind her.

"We don't want to cheat our new friends," he said. She heard him step back.

"Now remember, Riya..."

She leaned against the wall for support. She was NOT going to give them any reason to think she'd open her eyes.

She heard him walk away again.

"Now, we want you to pose for us a little bit, Riya," said Rakesh.

"I...I...Can't..."

"Sure you can. You want to be an actress, don’t you. Some times you have to learn the hard way. Now… Lean forward and put your hands on your thighs just above your knees."

She leaned forward.

"Keep your knees together."

She did, and realized the effect this pose had. Her two straightened arms pushed her big breasts together between them, her mounds would be bulging over the tops of her bra-cups..

"That's nice, Riya. See, its not so hard."

It was. She is so humiliated.

"Come on, give us a nice smile."

A smile? How could she. She tried.

"A REAL smile Riya, don't make me come over there and tickle you."

She forced her best smile.

"There, that's nice."

She could hear people moving around her, and was almost tempted to open her eyes. She didn't, of course.

"Okay, now stand up nice and straight."

She did.

"Lift and clasp your hands together behind your neck."

This is so horrible. Did he have to shame her like this? Displaying herself like this in front of strangers she couldn't even see. Her head began to spin.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of bicycle bells approaching in their direction. She somehow managed to keep her eyes closed, but quickly wrapped her arms around herself.

"Arrree! Yahan koyi film ki shooting to nahin ho raha hain?..." a young boy’s voice.

"Lagta to hain!! Chalo pass jaa ke dekh leten hain" another brat’s reply.

Boys! at least two.

The cycle bells suddenly stopped. She turned around and faced the wall.

"Go on, take a hike" she heard Rakesh say. "Go on, get out of here..."

She heard some movement, but didn't hear the cycles rolling away.

"Okay, it was just a couple of kids," he said. "They're gone now."

She didn't believe him. The thought of what was happening was horrific enough without the added shame of having a couple of village brats watch her shame as well. She didn't move.

"Come on Riya, we don't have all day here."

"Make them go..." she said.

"I SAID they have gone, Riya." 

She could hear a smile in his voice, like he was holding back a laugh.. 

"You can always LOOK if you want to, but you know what will happen if you open your eyes..."

She didn't move.

"Let's GO Riya, or I'll send Ajit to find the kids and bring them back."

She clinched her eyes shut and slowly turned around.

"Good girl."

She just knew they were still there, standing and watching her.

"Now let's go back to where we were before we were so RUDELY interrupted."

She heard snickering.

Yes, she KNEW they were still there - watching. Watching her standing in just her bra and being forced into poses.

"Now stand up straight and clasp your hands behind your neck."

She listened to the music and tried to lose herself in it. Slowly, she raised her arms up, feeling her bra lift with her body. She brought her hands behind her neck and laced the fingers together.

"Great, great. Now pull your elbows back"

Slowly, she did. It made her bra pull so taught that it became like a second skin. Her breasts rose up on her chest and stuck out. She heard someone suck in their breath. She tried not to think about it.

"Give us a smile, Riya, come on..."

She tried again, and remembering his threat about the tickling, tried hard.

"Great, now turn a little to your left."

She started to turn...

"In fact keep that beautiful smile, and keep those elbows pulled back nice and tight, and slowly turn all the way around.."

She felt like dying with shame. Trying to hold the smile and trying to keep from crying, she slowly turned herself around in a full circle, letting the audience study her outstretched body from all angles.

(Author’s aside: I believe it’s also called the 360 degrees study! HR professionals on the forum, are you getting any new ideas?)

"Great," said Rakesh as she turned around to face them again.

"Okay, now let your arms down again."

She released her hands from behind her neck and lowered them, resisting the temptation to cover herself as they went down.

"Now," Rakesh continued, "reach up and ease the straps down off of your shoulders."

"Please..." she said. She just couldn't say anything else. She choked back on a sob.

"Come on, Riya."

Slowly, with her eyes closed, she reached up and felt her way along. She slid the tips of her fingers underneath the white shoulder strap on her left shoulder.

"That's right.."

She lifted it away from her skin, and pulled it up over her shoulder.

"All the way down, Riya."

She pulled it down until it just hung loose against her arm, peeling back the bra cup an inch or so.

"Now the other one."

Part 10

Slowly, she did the same on the other side, leaving both straps dangling.

The effect was breathtaking. With her long dark hair pulled behind her, all of the creamy skin, from her neck, across her chest was exposed. Her big breasts just sat in the cups of her bra like scoops of frozen ice cream, and the upper portion of her lush mounds, though still in the bra, made the guys salivate with anticipation.

To the last man standing, they waited with bated breath. 

"Okay, now go back to the first pose, with your hands on your knees."

She leaned forward and did as she was told. Skill keeping her eyes shut, she could just imagine the sight.

"Push your arms inwards nice and tight."

As she leaned forward, she felt the shoulder straps fall farther down, down to her forearms. The tops of the bra-cups fell back slightly as well. The effect, as she pulled her arms together was like squashing two balloons. The bra barely contained her.

"Come on, now, another big smile, Riya..."

God, WHY did he HAVE to keep TORMENTING her. Didn't he realize how horrible this was? She forced another smile.

"Great," Rakesh said. "Now give us a pout just like Rani Mukherjee does in her films, then give us a big kiss."

She formed her mouth into a big "O" like a kiss.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm-mah" Rakesh imitated the sound of a big kiss.

"Now stand up nice and straight again."

She did.

"Lift your hands up as high as you can."

This, all of a sudden, was just too much. She just burst out into tears and put her hands up to cover her face, inadvertently mashing her breasts together as she did so. She squatted down on her haunches and started to sob.

"Awe, come on, Riya," said Rakesh. He walked up to her and squatted down in front of her.

"Why you making such a big deal about this? None of the other girls..."

"You don't UNDERSTAND," she said through her sobs. "You don't understand how TERRIBLE this is for me..."

"Well we're almost done," he replied. He reached out and stroked her hair.

"Please hasn't his been ENOUGH?"

"LOOK, GODDAMN IT," he said suddenly. "You either pull yourself together here, or I have half a mind to find a dozen of villagers and make you strip NAKED in front of the whole bunch of them."

Riya was stunned. She stopped crying instantly, maybe due to the shock.

"Now Kiran had to do this in a restaurant full of men. You are getting off easy."

Oh God, no wonder she never said anything about the test. How could she...

"Now STAND UP and let's finish what we promised, here."

Riya, careful to keep her eyes shut, took a deep breath. She felt Rakesh take her hands and pull her back up. As soon as he let go she lifted her bra-cups back up and her hands went right back across her chest.

"Okay?"

He would probably do it.

"O...okay..."

She heard him walk back to wherever he was standing before. As she stood there, she fought the temptation to open her eyes. She wondered who was watching her. It was better then in a restaurant full of ogling men, though.

"Okay, now turn your back to us."

She turned herself around, suddenly conscious her big round bottom.

"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you."

She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of her, exposing her entire back..

"...and reach back and undo your bra clasp."

She took a deep breath, and slowly she reached behind her and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were, and pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension. She tried to free the four small eyelets.

She had to do it a couple of times before they all came free.

Slowly she let the two sides fall apart. She reached around with her left arm and held the bra to her in the front. The two bra-straps dangled uselessly.

Her beautiful, slim and unblemished back is now on display. It was in exquisite shape, long and slender with perfect symmetry, and with just a slight hint of ribs showing. From her shoulders, the lines narrowed gradually until they came to her waist, where they flared out again before disappearing into the top of her @jeans. From this angle, one would never imagine the enormous breasts hiding on the other side.

"Look back at us over your shoulder."

She turned her head back, and, unknowingly, with her eyes closed, portrayed a sensuousness she certainly did not feel.

"Okay, Riya, now turn around and face us."

Slowly she turned around, one hand clutching the bra to her breasts.

She could hear footsteps shuffling.

"Wait a sec.." it was Rakesh.

He came near her and gently pushed her hair back away from her front so that it all hung down behind her again, giving an unobstructed view.

"We don't want to cheat our friends." She heard him walk away again.

"Now turn a little sideways and lean your face up into the sun."

Clutching the material, she did what he asked, assuming several poses, unaware of how sensuous they looked.
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Part 11

"Okay, now comes the moment of truth."

She felt the hot tears rolling down her face. Her breathing too became hot and hard. 

"Turn and face us."

She rotated slightly, clutching the bra to her breasts. The way she held it pushed her breasts up.

"Okay, Riya. Now slowly bring it down."

Another stream of big tears rolled down her cheek.

She slowly lowered her bra.

Inch by inch, more creamy skin came into view.

"That's right, all the way now..."

She stopped just as the areolas were coming into view. She let out a big sob. She would have given anything, if somebody had the power to make her disappear from there. She wanted to plead with Rakesh once more. But words were failing her. Her tongue refused to move. 

"Ra… Raa… Rakessh… please…"

"Come on Riya."

She knew it is of no use to plead. Resigned to her fate, she gave up.

Slowly the material came down.

First the tops, and then the actual protruding nipples themselves came into view. They stuck out, aroused by her shame. She let out another big sob.

"Just drop it now, Riya."

Slowly, she released her grip on the bra and let it drop to the ground. She instantly crossed her arms over herself. She fervently hoped they would let her go now that they had seen what they wanted.

"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Rakesh.

"Put your arms down at your sides."

She couldn't believe it. Here she was being forced to go on baring her breasts for strangers she could not even see. Resigned, she let her arms drop and hang limply at her sides.

No one present had ever seen a sight like this in their lives. It was like something out of a magazine or a foreign film. Usually breasts the size of Riya's hung down plump once released from their support. Riya's did not. They stood out on their own, almost perfectly round, protruding ever so slightly at the nipples.

Her areolas were large, but not too large. They were darker than her skin, and as a result of her heightened embarrassment, had contracted, creating little goose bumps. Likewise, the nipples themselves extended out half erect.

No one said anything. She just stood there, fighting the reflex to cover herself.

Rakesh cleared his throat.

"Ah, Okay, Riya, just a couple of poses."

She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently.

"Lean forward and grab your knees again." 

For the third time, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts were bare and her nipples were pointing out like little bullets ready to go.

"Big smile, Riya..."

She forced another one.

"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."

Utterly shamed and dazed, she tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and the lusty gaze of the men on her large, nude tits as they rose up with her arms.

"Big smile, Riya."

She forced another smile.

"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."

She slowly rotated her body around, giving her unknown audience a spectacular, 360 degree, topless tour of her perfect body. She came around full circle, still with her hands clasped behind her.

"Great, just great...now don't move..."

She could hear footsteps coming toward her. She turned her face and buried it into the upper part of her raised right arm, trying to hide it.

"See," said Rakesh softly, "that wasn't so bad."

She started to release her hands.

"Wait," he said. "One last thing."

She could feel him staring down at her breasts.

"Put your hands back."

She did.

"That's great. Now pull your elbows back again."

She stretched them out again.

"Now since you've been such a pain about this.."

She started sobbing again and her breathing sped up, causing her breasts to heave up and down. The tears rolled down to her breasts and nipples and glistened like diamonds in the bright sun light.

"Well, these guys, they were saying they never saw such perfect pair of boobs. Well, they're wondering about...well... about whether they are real... and natural."

"Oh, GOD, oh god, no....."
 
Part 12


"Well since it took you so long here, well it seems only fair that we let ‘em see for themselves."

"Please...I did what you said..."

"It's no big deal. All they're going to do, is come up and touch them a little bit to see if they're real."

"Please, PLEASE, I did what you said...

"Now you CAN'T move. You got to stay in EXACTLY this position."

"Please don't let them touch me...."

"They ain't going to bang you or nothing. They're just going to feel them a little bit."

Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled back, with her big breasts sticking out nude, like guns on a battleship, was more shameful than anything she could have imagined in her worst nightmare.

And now she had to let someone touch them.

"NOOOO, PLEASE...." cried out Riya.

It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was in - standing in nothing but her @jeans in a place she couldn't even see, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled wide apart. Her charms sat in all their naked glory, there for the whole word to see.

Now she had to endure some stranger touching them.

She felt adrenaline pump into her stomach.

"Just a little feel." he said. "Now, I'll be standing here the whole time. And remember, you can't move a muscle."

"Oh, please..." she sobbed.

"Now if you do," Rakesh continued, "if you move - no matter what happens - it'll be the same as if we caught you looking, you remember..."

"Oh God..."

"That's right, @jeans and panties down for a spanking."
Riya's head swirled, and she felt as though she might throw up. She heard footsteps.

"Hello, my topless angel." It was a man's voice with a southern accent.

Again, she fought the urge to panic.

"Come, on Riya," said Rakesh. "Say hello."

Did he HAVE to TORMENT her like this?

"H..hi..." She clinched her eyes shut.

Riya stood rooted to the spot.

"Now, what will happen if you move?" asked Rakesh.

She could feel men standing all around her. Much closer. She could hear their breathing.

"Come on Riya, what will happen?"

She clinched her eyes shut.

"A sssaa...ss...sspanking..."

"That's right, a spanking. And where will you get it?"

"Oh my God, please...please don't do this..."

"Come on Riya," Rakesh continued, "where will you get it..."

"On..on..mmy...bottom...."

"That's right. And how will your bottom be?"

"Bbb...bare..."

"God," said another man's voice. He sounded much older. "That sure would be another dream come true for me." He chuckled.

"Come on, sweetie, open your eyes..." said the first man, now sounding very close.

"Now," continued Rakesh, "just to serve as a little reminder, Riya, while keeping your arms in place, turn yourself around so that we can get a good look at your bottom."

It was not enough to be standing here with her breasts sticking out like this. She swallowed hard and decided not to argue. The stakes were just too high. Slowly she turned herself around so that her back was facing them.

"Wow, her buttocks appear quite big for a girl of her age." It was the first man again.

"Yeah," laughed the older man. "It reminds me of a horse I once saw..."

They all laughed.

"I wonder how they would look like. Kind of hard to imagine them in those @jeans though..."

Riya heart started pumping wildly.

"Now, now," said Rakesh. "We did promise her that if she doesn't move unless we say so, she can keep her @jeans on."

"Awwww," someone said.

"But," Rakesh continued, "she could bend over for us a bit to show us the nice shape of her buttocks....couldn't you Riya."

She couldn't respond.

"Sure you could." Rakesh said. "Now keep your arms in position, and just bend over at the waist..."

Another sob escaped her full lips.

"RIYA!"

She did it. She bent at the hips, with her elbows sticking out horizontally like the wings of a bird. Her big, round nude breasts hung straight down unencumbered like two large, soft balls. They wobbled gently with the movement.

"Bend one knee, and keep the other leg straight."

She did.

"Great...now bend over a little farther..."

She bent over even further.

"That's right," said Rakesh. "Really stick it out there."

Tears started to trail down her nose and fall to the floor in little splatters. She could hear them walking around her.

She heard someone come around to her left and squat down. She could hear his breathing inches away. She heard him get down on the ground to look up at her. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, as she imagined the sight her big hanging breasts were making for him.

"You sure have great looking breasts… my fair angel" the man said.

"Yeah." another man, suddenly on the other side.

She tried not to think about them. She heard the music and tried to tune in.

"Say, ‘thank you,' Riya" said Rakesh suddenly.

"Please..."

"Come on, Riya."

"Th...th...thank you."

They all chuckled.

"Well, you're welcome, lady."

"Okay," said Rakesh. "Let's get you back into position. Turn around and stand up again, but keep your arms where they are."

Once again she turned around and repositioned herself in the obscene pose, hands behind neck, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust forward.
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Part 13

"Sachin, have you EVER seen breasts that beautiful and inviting?" the older man asked.

"No sir."

"Are these things real, sweetheart?"

"Y...yes." She knew she better answer.

"I don't see any scars, sir."

"Sometimes they're underneath."

"Then, let's see."

Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock, and she flinched.

"Sorry..." she said quickly, hoping it wouldn't count.

There was chuckling, but no one said anything.

She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a fruit. Her face flushed.

"By God, it is heavy," said Sachin.

"Let's see," said the other man.

She felt another hand lift her right breast.

"You are right, Sachin," he replied. "Have you ever weighed these beauties, Dear?"

"N...no."

Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. 

She hoped she had died there and then.

"Nope, no scars under here."

She stood there motionless as both men played with the breast in his hand. 

"You know the best way to tell," said Sachin, releasing the left one.

"What's that?" asked the older one, doing likewise.

She heard Sachin walk around behind her.

"Haaunh..." she said as she felt the front of Sachin's body come in contact with her. She could feel his belly and then his erection against her back. She could feel his hot breath. It smelled of cigarettes.

"You hold them together like this," he said reached around from behind. Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.

She could hear his breathing get raspy as he played with them for a few moments.

"Then you got to check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting them fall back into place. Then he began to playfully pinch and role her nipples between his fingers, occasionally tugging them out. Slowly, despite her shame they started to become hard and erect.

"They sure look real." offered the other older man.

Sachin went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.

"Here, its your turn now." Sachin offered.

Holding her position, she heard the other man move to the same spot. As he leaned into her, she felt his erection as well. He did the same thing. He too smelled like cigarettes. Only more foul. She wanted to be sick.

After a few moments of mauling, he too released her. She heard him walk back.

Though her arms were really starting to ache, she held her position. No one said anything. She could hear heavy breathing over hear the music.

They let her stand for a moment.

She prayed for the nightmare to get over.

No one said a word. She just listened to them walk around her.

"Well, little Riya," she heard Rakesh say. He was right behind her, though she couldn't feel him against her like the others.

She waited, waited for him to say or do something.

Then it happened. She felt his hands reach around her body and go to the top of her @jeans. She lost control - her hands frantically leapt down and grabbed his, pushing them away.

She heard cheering.

"Awe, Riya..." he said. "that was just a test..."

In a panic, she suddenly opened her eyes...and froze.

There, in front of her were not just two men, but a small group, more like seven to ten, all standing in a semi-circle around her.

The sight before her made her scream. She fell to the floor in a heap.

Laughter and applause rang out.

But that wasn't the worst.

A couple of them had cameras. She realized that men had been taking pictures of her the whole time.

When she finally looked up again, she saw that both Ajit and Jeet had VIDEO CAMERAS