30-03-2019, 02:25 PM
Part 14
She pulled her arms tightly around her and covered her face with her hands. The realization of what happened so far and the humiliation was almost unbearable.
She spread her fingers apart and looked out.
They were behind what appeared to be an abandoned building. Behind the building she could hear traffic moving on the highway. Over there, besides Rakesh's, there were four other cars parked.
Then another sight caught her eye, and she froze.
There, grinning at her, were four young kids leaning on their bicycles.
They had watched the whole thing!
Riya covered her face with her hands, her arms covering her breasts. She looked as though she were clutching a pair of pillows in front of her body.
"You BASTARD," she screamed at Rakesh in frustration and anger.
Rakesh squatted down next to her. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head upright so that he was facing him. The violence of the move shocked her. She clinched her hands into little fists underneath her chin
"Don't you EVER call me a name like that AGAIN." he said.
The look in his eye suddenly scared her. She went silent.
Rakesh turned to the assembled audience, and told them to give him a minute. They backed off, most going to sit on the hoods of their cars.
"Now," said Rakesh. "Its time you and I have a little chat."
"How COULD you?"
"It's not such a big thing, showing off your tits. You wanted to be an actress, haven’t you?"
She flinched at the word "tits." Why is he treating her like a whore?.
"Now, we got a nice long weekend together."
Her eyes widened.
"Wh..what do you mean..."
"Well, we're going to spend some time together - me, you, and the boys." He looked her in the eye to make sure she was getting it.
"That's what the test is all about."
She just stared in disbelief.
"Now we can all have a nice, easy time together if you do like your told."
"You BAS-" she stopped herself.
"That's good. You're learning."
"Wh..what do you want?" she asked.
"Well," he replied, "we're going to film a lot of stuff, and its not all going to be easy for you..." he said pointing to the video cameras.
"You..you can't make me..."
"Well, its up to you to decide. You can either come along with us and do what we tell you to do, or we can put you on the bus home. It's up to you."
He smiled. Only, it was the smile of a hunter eyeing his wounded prey.
"BUT, we've got a lot of great pictures of you showing off your breasts..."
"OH, my GOD..."
"...and some nice ones of you sticking out your buttocks."
He let her cry for a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled and nodded to the men. He turned back towards the weeping girl.
"Now, listen real carefully," he said, "as I was saying, from here on out, I am going to make sure the rest of this weekend doesn't get TOO out of hand."
She looked up at him. Her eyes were red and wet.
"Wh..what do you mean?"
"I mean that things COULD get out of hand," he replied. He smiled down at her.
"You don't think each of those boys would LOVE to have his evil way with you?"
"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, NOOOOO, PLEASE...." She became panicked
"But, I'm not going to let that happen. That IS," he said, "as long as you do as I say, and I mean EXACTLY as I say."
Tears of helplessness welled up again.
"OR..." he took her delicate chin in his hand.
"Or things ARE going to get out of hand, and we've got a long weekend ahead of us."
"W...what. ..do...want me to do?"
"I want you to do everything exactly as I tell you to Riya. EXACTLY. And as long as you do that I am going to make sure that things stay cool.
She stared at him.
"One of your class mates has a kind of mean streak that I have to control."
A hand shot up to cover her mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"But, as I said," he continued, "I will keep things cool if you promise to be obedient, no matter WHAT I ask of you."
"Oh, God, I couldn't, I just couldn't."
"Mmmmm...let's see...imagine one day every computer in college starts up with a nice picture of you sticking your tits like a porn star?"
She just closed her eyes, forcing tears to roll down either side of her face.
She was totally defeated.
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Part 15
"Now," Rakesh continued, "I've got pictures of Kiran and all of the others as well, and I don't go handing them around. It's just between us. It's just this test weekend."
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Now, I mean it," he said. "Do what I tell you and all this stuff will be kept under my lock and key."
She shuddered. The thought of topless pictures of her being passed around college made her sick. She was trapped. She had no choice.
"Okay?"
"O...okay...." she whispered.
"Okay," he said. "Now I promise to keep up my end. Do you promise too?
"Y..yes...." she heard herself say.
"Good," he said.
He stroked her hair, and ran the back of his hand down the side of her lovely face. Her eyes pulled shut.
"Well we got our first little test right here, don't we?"
"OH...oh...NOOOO," she said, her eyes widening with realization. She had almost forgotten.
"That's right," he said. "Now, here's the deal," he continued, "if you don't cause a scene- any MORE I mean- and follow my direction..."
"OH, you COULDN'T, my God, PLEASE don't ask me..."
She looked beyond him and saw that none of the men had moved. They were all clearly waiting.
"As I was saying, if you do as I say..."
He grabbed her by the chin again and looked straight into her eyes.
"If you do as I tell you, it will only be me who spanks you."
"Oh..my....." she started to feel faint.
He shook her chin to bring her around.
"This is going to be the first obedience test for you, I can tell."
"Please...please...don't..."
"If you DON'T do it as I tell you...
She looked up at him in horror.
"Then it won't just be me who spanks you. It will be our friends from Kanyakumari too..."
She clenched her eyes shut at the thought.
"...and I'll even have to let those four brats have a turn."
"Oh, God, oh no...okay..."
"Do we have a deal."
"Y...yes...DON"T let them..."
"I won't."
She grabbed his arm.
"And NO PICTURES." She said meekly.
He looked down at her.
"I'm sorry. Pictures are part of the deal."
"Oh, no..PLEASE no pictures...." her hands covered her face.
"Hey we already got enough material to put out a special Riya supplement for Debonair magazine, what's the difference?"
A hand went to her face in sheer disbelief.
"Besides, it's only a couple of pictures of your butt, no big deal."
She took a deep breath and tried to control herself.
"COME ONNNNN" a voice from the crowd. "We haven’t got all day here..."
Rakesh turned and looked back at them.
"Their getting agitated, Riya," he said turning back to face her. "The longer we wait, the harder its going to be for me to keep them away from a turn."
She just sat there crying.
Rakesh stood up, and reached down and took her hands away from her face. She resisted, but he pulled her upright. As soon as he let go, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts.
"Now you remember," he said as he put his arm around her, his palm touching the side of her right beast and began walking her to where the cars were parked. "You just do as I say, and we'll all get out of here in one piece."
She was scared.
She was petrified.
While most of the cars were parked normally, Rakesh’s had pulled in long-ways. The passenger side faced them. She tried not to look around as Rakesh walked her towards the front of the car. He stopped just as they got to the front wheel and gently turned her around so that her bottom made contact with the bumper. He stepped back.
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Part 16
Once again she was facing her audience.
"Okay, Riya," Rakesh began. "Let's take the hands down and put them on the edge of the bumper.
She couldn't look up. Slowly she lowered her arms, letting her breasts into full view of those present; she heard the clicking of cameras.
"Come on, look up."
She did, and through her tear blurred eyes saw what seemed like a mass of faces and cameras. She noticed Jeet and Ajit both pointing video cameras at her.
Rakesh let the guys get their snaps and instructed his two videographers to walk around to get different angles.
"Okay, Riya. Now undo your @jeans."
She whimpered, and had to blink away the tears as she looked down. For the second time today, her wooden fingers popped the button free.
"Great, now pull down the zipper..."
It slid down smoothly, again exposing a white triangle of the top of her panties.
She tried to pretend it was a dream.
"Okay, now scoot them down a bit."
It was all just a bad dream. Slowly, she grabbed the material at the hips. She started to pull it down.
She stopped after a couple of inches and grabbed the top of her panties with her right hand to keep them from going down as well. She used her left hand to work her @jeans down, and got them beyond the panties to the tops of her thighs.
"A little bit farther, Riya, about halfway down your thighs."
She had to fidget to do it, making her breasts wobble with the motion.
From her narrowest point, at about her naval, the lines began to flare out moving down her hips, and made a lovely contrast to her concave stomach. She was delightfully curvy.
The material of her panties looked effervescent in the bright sunlight, it seemed to glow. All along the top couple of inches there as a delicate lace pattern, which smoothed out into solid material below. The indentation of the vaginal lips was clearly visible.
"Okay, now turn around."
He arms came up across her chest. She slowly tried to turn around without causing her @jeans to go down any further.
She leaned the front of her thighs against the bumper.
Though her waist was quite narrow, and her back and arms thin and delicate, her hips flared out into a surprisingly full, round bottom. The cheeks were clearly defined and stood out. They looked full, firm and solid. Her panties shrunk partly into the crack between them.
"Oh my God, what buttocks!," she heard a male voice say.
"NOOO Shit," said another.
She tried not to listen.
"Okay, Riya, now lean forward on the bonnet."
She no longer believed that all this is happening to her.
Still clutching her breasts, she leaned forward, then put her hand down onto the hood. She lay her body down on the metal leaning her weight on her forearms underneath her. She was glad it wasn't too hot. She could smell the dust and dirt on the metal.
"You know," she heard Rakesh say. "Riya's panties are going to come down now, and...well...I'm just wondering is this is not going to be too much for these four kids."
"Naheen! Nahin uncle," they called out as one. "Hamein bhee dekhne do naa, please" they pleaded.
"I don't know..."
"OK, let ‘em watch too," said a man.
"Yeah, hell they're old enough," said another.
"Yeah," chimed in still another, "and they'll never get a chance to see anything this nice again."
Laughter.
"Well.......Okay," said Rakesh.
Humiliated, Riya, still lying on her forearms, buried her face in her hands.
She had nothing to do but just cry out.
"Riya," it was Rakesh's voice, only now he had come around to the other side of the car and was to her left rather than behind.
She lifted her face up out of the cradle of her hands and looked at him.
She saw his standing there with Jeet, who had the video camera in his hand.
Rakesh leaned forward so that his face was level with hers. Jeet did likewise.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "it's real important that you keep your head up now."
She saw Jeet smile at her as she realized why. He was going to shoot her face as she got her spanking.
"Now," continued Rakesh before she could say anything. "Pull your arms out and put them behind your back."
She looked pleadingly at him.
"Come on, come on.."
She leaned her body to one side and then the other and pulled her arms out from underneath her. Her big breasts spread out against the bonnet of the car.
She crossed her arms over the small of her back.
Jeet pointed the camera at her.
"Keep your chin up."
Satisfied, Rakesh gave a chuckle and straitened up.
She stared at the lens for a moment, mesmerized.
She heard Rakesh open the trunk of the car and fish around. She felt the car move as he slammed it shut. He walked around Jeet and stopped in front of her, just to her right.
"Look up at me, Riya," he said.
She lifted her eyes and saw that he too now had a video camera.
She looked for a moment and then shut her eyes.
She could hear him slowly walking to her right, shooting down the length of her body.
"Okay, Riya," she heard him say, now finally back around behind her.
"Now let's ease those pretty panties down."
She choked on a sob. Her body felt tingles of shame. She thought about what he'd said again, about letting other people spank her, and fought the urge to resist.
She uncrossed her arms and slowly moved them down to her hips.
She slid her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly started to pull down.
The motion caused the top of her body to slide down along the bonnet and her left nipple peeped out sideways from underneath her breast. It was already erect from the cold contact with the metal. She noticed Jeet zooming in his camera there.
She felt thoroughly helpless and defeated.
At her back, the top of the cleft between her cheeks came into view. Because of the firmness of her bottom, it was shaped like a "Y."
The material slowly came down, exposing the moons of her lush buttocks.
Like her breasts, the skin there was slightly lighter in color, though there were now discernable tan lines.
She stopped just at the very top of her thighs.
Someone let out a whistle, and there was laughter- not because it was funny, but to release the tension. She choked back a sob. Here, she is, lying on a car with her breasts and buttocks bare. What has she done to deserve this, she lamented silently.
"Hey, Sachin," Rakesh said, "do you know how to work a video camera?"
"Yeah SURE." he said enthusiastically.
"Okay, you take over here. Jeet there would capture the face of our little heroine here. You know what to capture" he said pointing to her buttocks.
Riya just lied there with her eyes closed in horror. She tried not to think about Jeet and the other video camera just a couple feet away.
She felt Rakesh lean against the car. His back was to her, and he faced the audience.
"Now put your arms back across your back," he said over his shoulder.
She pulled them back up and crossed them across her back.
"Don't move ‘em, or I may have to tie ‘em."
She lay perfectly still.
"Now, we need to adjust these..."
She flinched at his touch, but didn't move.
He reached over to both sides and took her panties in his fingers.
He eased them down further, down to the middle of her thighs.
"WHAT A FUCKING ASS," a male voice whispered loudly.
"I'm going to have to jack off right here," said another.
There was laughter all around.
She felt Rakesh's hand on her right cheek.
He began rubbed it with his palms, like he was shining an apple. His fingers played with the resilient flesh.
His hand moved to the other cheek and did the same.
"Okay...Ready, Riya?"
She sobbed.
"Y...ye...yes."
SLAP.
The first one made her cry out. It really stung.
SLAP.
Again, she cried out.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. A succession that made her body twist around.
Rakesh now reached over and lifted her right hip out, pulled her pelvis into contact with his own, He held her tightly. Her breasts were now against his chest, but she barely took notice.
Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing some of the sting away.
"Relax," he said.
She realized her bottom was clenched.
He gave a light slap.
"RELAX."
She did.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, he continued, spanking her all around her bottom and the tops of her thighs.
Riya just cried openly at the pain. Tears streamed down her face.
Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing away some of the horrible stinging.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, again, he continued, spanking her defenseless. naked bottom.
When he finally stopped, her bottom was on fire. It felt like it was glowing.
He rubbed it for a while, and then he pulled her panties back up.
"Okay," he said finally, "you can pull your @jeans up and get in the car."
There was a loud round of applause.
Quickly, and despite the pain, she pushed her self up and reached down and pulled her @jeans up. She did up the button and then came around to the back passenger side door and opened it. She quickly slid in along the seat, wincing from the pain. She pulled herself into a tight ball.
Part 17
She watched as the guys stood chatting, and noticed money changing hands. She wanted to be sick. At last, Rakesh opened the driver's side door and leaned in.
"That was great, Riya.," he said with a broad, wicked grin.
"How...how...could you?" she asked.
"AWW, it's no big thing," he said still grinning that way, "I call it a little butt warming ceremony. Many aspiring heroines go through even worse!"
She just glared at him.
"Here," he said tossing her T-shirt to her. "You can put this back on."
She grabbed it and quickly pulled it on over her head. She felt relief at being covered again.
Rakesh walked back to the group. Every once in a while somebody would look back at her and laugh, and her stomach would lurch. She saw some of the guys give Rakesh what looked like visiting cards.
After a few moments they all broke up and went to their cars. Rakesh went over and picked up her bra off the ground and casually slung it over his shoulder, and then he, Jeet, Tarun, and Ajit all walked back to the car and got in.
They watched the kids get back on their cycles and peddle away.
"I think those kids are going to have wet dreams for a long time to come," said Ajit laughing.
They all laughed.
Except Riya.
They all turned to face her.
She shuddered.
"Okay, now," said Rakesh, "are we all clear on the ground rules for our weekend together, Riya?"
She was totally humiliated. She knew she had no choice other than to listen and obey Rakesh. But up to what limit? Are there any limits to what he can do now? She shuddered involuntarily.
"Y..yes."
"Good," he said.
"Now, let's be sure. Let's be sure that you're going to be nice and cooperative."
She closed her eyes. She felt her bottom burning against the seat from pain.
"Now lift up that T-shirt and show us your pretty breasts again."
Resigned, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it up, up over her lean stomach until her big nude breasts sprang into view.
"Higher, all the way up."
She pulled it all the way up to her shoulders leaving the beautiful mounds totally exposed.
"Stick them out."
She pushed her chest forward.
"Great. Now jiggle them around a little bit for us."
"Wh..what?"
"Come on, wiggle your shoulders back and forth and make those cute beauties dance a little."
She started to sway her shoulders, making her large breasts jiggle tantalizingly. They all watched the show. Jeet said something inaudible about dancing nipples but other were too engrossed to notice.
"Okay, Ajit," said Rakesh. "Start her up. I'll tell you where we're going next."
They let Riya pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her put the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without a bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling under her T-shirt whenever the car bumped. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she could just imagine how clear her nipples must be showing through.
Rakesh still had her bra dbangd over his shoulder and that made her feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was his property. She'd thought he might give it back to her after making her display her breasts, making her jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn't. He just told her she could pull her shirt down.
Her bottom stung from the spanking, but it wasn't too bad. It was just hot.
Even though it was Rakesh who was making her do all of these horrible things, she realized that she was actually more frightened of the other three guys, especially Jeet and Ajit. Ajit hardly said a word. He just stared at her with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He even looked to her like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both really gave her the scares.
She didn't know how she could possibly face them again in college after being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After having to bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her pants and her panties for a spanking.
She realized that the best way out of this was just to do as Rakesh said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going around college was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse, what would her teachers and fellow students say?
As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves, though every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene at the abandoned building, and she would be reminded of it all over again. Her bottom, and her face, would burn.
"Anyone getting hungry?" asked Rakesh.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bite," said Jeet.
The other two guys agreed.
"Say Ajit, stop at that Dhaba" said Rakesh.
She felt the car slow down and turn in. It came to a stop.
"Okay Riya, off with the blindfold."
She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the light. She saw that they were parked near a small restaurant typical of the highways.
"Say, Riya," said Rakesh, "since you didn't like traveling in your bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn't you?"
Oh God. She realized what swimsuit it was.
"Y..yes," she said reluctantly.
"It's such a nice day out, why don't we have you change into that?"
She didn't respond.
"Lets go," said Rakesh.
They all climbed out of the car, and Rakesh pulled Riya around to the rear. He opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. She watched him as he went through it, finding the bikini top.
He whistled when he saw it.
"Whew, this is really a fabulous one, Riya."
She blushed bright red.
"It's not really mine..."
Rakesh grinned at her. He reached over and held the top up over her chest to see how it would fit her.
"Well, it'll look just great on you." He grinned again. She looked away from him.
He looked at her face disapprovingly and then went back to the bag. He pulled out the little make-up bag that Kiran had left.
"We need to spruce you up a little bit."
He pulled the trunk shut and they all walked into the restaurant.
The dhaba looked like a warehouse. There were ‘family’ booths to the right and rows of bench to the left. The cooking area was to the farther end. It was more or less empty except for a few truck drivers sitting at the benches. The booths were all empty. The men went quiet when they saw Riya, and their eyes followed her across the room. She wondered if they could make out her nipples through the T-shirt.
She pulled her arms tightly around her and covered her face with her hands. The realization of what happened so far and the humiliation was almost unbearable.
She spread her fingers apart and looked out.
They were behind what appeared to be an abandoned building. Behind the building she could hear traffic moving on the highway. Over there, besides Rakesh's, there were four other cars parked.
Then another sight caught her eye, and she froze.
There, grinning at her, were four young kids leaning on their bicycles.
They had watched the whole thing!
Riya covered her face with her hands, her arms covering her breasts. She looked as though she were clutching a pair of pillows in front of her body.
"You BASTARD," she screamed at Rakesh in frustration and anger.
Rakesh squatted down next to her. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head upright so that he was facing him. The violence of the move shocked her. She clinched her hands into little fists underneath her chin
"Don't you EVER call me a name like that AGAIN." he said.
The look in his eye suddenly scared her. She went silent.
Rakesh turned to the assembled audience, and told them to give him a minute. They backed off, most going to sit on the hoods of their cars.
"Now," said Rakesh. "Its time you and I have a little chat."
"How COULD you?"
"It's not such a big thing, showing off your tits. You wanted to be an actress, haven’t you?"
She flinched at the word "tits." Why is he treating her like a whore?.
"Now, we got a nice long weekend together."
Her eyes widened.
"Wh..what do you mean..."
"Well, we're going to spend some time together - me, you, and the boys." He looked her in the eye to make sure she was getting it.
"That's what the test is all about."
She just stared in disbelief.
"Now we can all have a nice, easy time together if you do like your told."
"You BAS-" she stopped herself.
"That's good. You're learning."
"Wh..what do you want?" she asked.
"Well," he replied, "we're going to film a lot of stuff, and its not all going to be easy for you..." he said pointing to the video cameras.
"You..you can't make me..."
"Well, its up to you to decide. You can either come along with us and do what we tell you to do, or we can put you on the bus home. It's up to you."
He smiled. Only, it was the smile of a hunter eyeing his wounded prey.
"BUT, we've got a lot of great pictures of you showing off your breasts..."
"OH, my GOD..."
"...and some nice ones of you sticking out your buttocks."
He let her cry for a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled and nodded to the men. He turned back towards the weeping girl.
"Now, listen real carefully," he said, "as I was saying, from here on out, I am going to make sure the rest of this weekend doesn't get TOO out of hand."
She looked up at him. Her eyes were red and wet.
"Wh..what do you mean?"
"I mean that things COULD get out of hand," he replied. He smiled down at her.
"You don't think each of those boys would LOVE to have his evil way with you?"
"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, NOOOOO, PLEASE...." She became panicked
"But, I'm not going to let that happen. That IS," he said, "as long as you do as I say, and I mean EXACTLY as I say."
Tears of helplessness welled up again.
"OR..." he took her delicate chin in his hand.
"Or things ARE going to get out of hand, and we've got a long weekend ahead of us."
"W...what. ..do...want me to do?"
"I want you to do everything exactly as I tell you to Riya. EXACTLY. And as long as you do that I am going to make sure that things stay cool.
She stared at him.
"One of your class mates has a kind of mean streak that I have to control."
A hand shot up to cover her mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"But, as I said," he continued, "I will keep things cool if you promise to be obedient, no matter WHAT I ask of you."
"Oh, God, I couldn't, I just couldn't."
"Mmmmm...let's see...imagine one day every computer in college starts up with a nice picture of you sticking your tits like a porn star?"
She just closed her eyes, forcing tears to roll down either side of her face.
She was totally defeated.
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Part 15
"Now," Rakesh continued, "I've got pictures of Kiran and all of the others as well, and I don't go handing them around. It's just between us. It's just this test weekend."
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Now, I mean it," he said. "Do what I tell you and all this stuff will be kept under my lock and key."
She shuddered. The thought of topless pictures of her being passed around college made her sick. She was trapped. She had no choice.
"Okay?"
"O...okay...." she whispered.
"Okay," he said. "Now I promise to keep up my end. Do you promise too?
"Y..yes...." she heard herself say.
"Good," he said.
He stroked her hair, and ran the back of his hand down the side of her lovely face. Her eyes pulled shut.
"Well we got our first little test right here, don't we?"
"OH...oh...NOOOO," she said, her eyes widening with realization. She had almost forgotten.
"That's right," he said. "Now, here's the deal," he continued, "if you don't cause a scene- any MORE I mean- and follow my direction..."
"OH, you COULDN'T, my God, PLEASE don't ask me..."
She looked beyond him and saw that none of the men had moved. They were all clearly waiting.
"As I was saying, if you do as I say..."
He grabbed her by the chin again and looked straight into her eyes.
"If you do as I tell you, it will only be me who spanks you."
"Oh..my....." she started to feel faint.
He shook her chin to bring her around.
"This is going to be the first obedience test for you, I can tell."
"Please...please...don't..."
"If you DON'T do it as I tell you...
She looked up at him in horror.
"Then it won't just be me who spanks you. It will be our friends from Kanyakumari too..."
She clenched her eyes shut at the thought.
"...and I'll even have to let those four brats have a turn."
"Oh, God, oh no...okay..."
"Do we have a deal."
"Y...yes...DON"T let them..."
"I won't."
She grabbed his arm.
"And NO PICTURES." She said meekly.
He looked down at her.
"I'm sorry. Pictures are part of the deal."
"Oh, no..PLEASE no pictures...." her hands covered her face.
"Hey we already got enough material to put out a special Riya supplement for Debonair magazine, what's the difference?"
A hand went to her face in sheer disbelief.
"Besides, it's only a couple of pictures of your butt, no big deal."
She took a deep breath and tried to control herself.
"COME ONNNNN" a voice from the crowd. "We haven’t got all day here..."
Rakesh turned and looked back at them.
"Their getting agitated, Riya," he said turning back to face her. "The longer we wait, the harder its going to be for me to keep them away from a turn."
She just sat there crying.
Rakesh stood up, and reached down and took her hands away from her face. She resisted, but he pulled her upright. As soon as he let go, she crossed her arms over her bare breasts.
"Now you remember," he said as he put his arm around her, his palm touching the side of her right beast and began walking her to where the cars were parked. "You just do as I say, and we'll all get out of here in one piece."
She was scared.
She was petrified.
While most of the cars were parked normally, Rakesh’s had pulled in long-ways. The passenger side faced them. She tried not to look around as Rakesh walked her towards the front of the car. He stopped just as they got to the front wheel and gently turned her around so that her bottom made contact with the bumper. He stepped back.
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Part 16
Once again she was facing her audience.
"Okay, Riya," Rakesh began. "Let's take the hands down and put them on the edge of the bumper.
She couldn't look up. Slowly she lowered her arms, letting her breasts into full view of those present; she heard the clicking of cameras.
"Come on, look up."
She did, and through her tear blurred eyes saw what seemed like a mass of faces and cameras. She noticed Jeet and Ajit both pointing video cameras at her.
Rakesh let the guys get their snaps and instructed his two videographers to walk around to get different angles.
"Okay, Riya. Now undo your @jeans."
She whimpered, and had to blink away the tears as she looked down. For the second time today, her wooden fingers popped the button free.
"Great, now pull down the zipper..."
It slid down smoothly, again exposing a white triangle of the top of her panties.
She tried to pretend it was a dream.
"Okay, now scoot them down a bit."
It was all just a bad dream. Slowly, she grabbed the material at the hips. She started to pull it down.
She stopped after a couple of inches and grabbed the top of her panties with her right hand to keep them from going down as well. She used her left hand to work her @jeans down, and got them beyond the panties to the tops of her thighs.
"A little bit farther, Riya, about halfway down your thighs."
She had to fidget to do it, making her breasts wobble with the motion.
From her narrowest point, at about her naval, the lines began to flare out moving down her hips, and made a lovely contrast to her concave stomach. She was delightfully curvy.
The material of her panties looked effervescent in the bright sunlight, it seemed to glow. All along the top couple of inches there as a delicate lace pattern, which smoothed out into solid material below. The indentation of the vaginal lips was clearly visible.
"Okay, now turn around."
He arms came up across her chest. She slowly tried to turn around without causing her @jeans to go down any further.
She leaned the front of her thighs against the bumper.
Though her waist was quite narrow, and her back and arms thin and delicate, her hips flared out into a surprisingly full, round bottom. The cheeks were clearly defined and stood out. They looked full, firm and solid. Her panties shrunk partly into the crack between them.
"Oh my God, what buttocks!," she heard a male voice say.
"NOOO Shit," said another.
She tried not to listen.
"Okay, Riya, now lean forward on the bonnet."
She no longer believed that all this is happening to her.
Still clutching her breasts, she leaned forward, then put her hand down onto the hood. She lay her body down on the metal leaning her weight on her forearms underneath her. She was glad it wasn't too hot. She could smell the dust and dirt on the metal.
"You know," she heard Rakesh say. "Riya's panties are going to come down now, and...well...I'm just wondering is this is not going to be too much for these four kids."
"Naheen! Nahin uncle," they called out as one. "Hamein bhee dekhne do naa, please" they pleaded.
"I don't know..."
"OK, let ‘em watch too," said a man.
"Yeah, hell they're old enough," said another.
"Yeah," chimed in still another, "and they'll never get a chance to see anything this nice again."
Laughter.
"Well.......Okay," said Rakesh.
Humiliated, Riya, still lying on her forearms, buried her face in her hands.
She had nothing to do but just cry out.
"Riya," it was Rakesh's voice, only now he had come around to the other side of the car and was to her left rather than behind.
She lifted her face up out of the cradle of her hands and looked at him.
She saw his standing there with Jeet, who had the video camera in his hand.
Rakesh leaned forward so that his face was level with hers. Jeet did likewise.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "it's real important that you keep your head up now."
She saw Jeet smile at her as she realized why. He was going to shoot her face as she got her spanking.
"Now," continued Rakesh before she could say anything. "Pull your arms out and put them behind your back."
She looked pleadingly at him.
"Come on, come on.."
She leaned her body to one side and then the other and pulled her arms out from underneath her. Her big breasts spread out against the bonnet of the car.
She crossed her arms over the small of her back.
Jeet pointed the camera at her.
"Keep your chin up."
Satisfied, Rakesh gave a chuckle and straitened up.
She stared at the lens for a moment, mesmerized.
She heard Rakesh open the trunk of the car and fish around. She felt the car move as he slammed it shut. He walked around Jeet and stopped in front of her, just to her right.
"Look up at me, Riya," he said.
She lifted her eyes and saw that he too now had a video camera.
She looked for a moment and then shut her eyes.
She could hear him slowly walking to her right, shooting down the length of her body.
"Okay, Riya," she heard him say, now finally back around behind her.
"Now let's ease those pretty panties down."
She choked on a sob. Her body felt tingles of shame. She thought about what he'd said again, about letting other people spank her, and fought the urge to resist.
She uncrossed her arms and slowly moved them down to her hips.
She slid her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly started to pull down.
The motion caused the top of her body to slide down along the bonnet and her left nipple peeped out sideways from underneath her breast. It was already erect from the cold contact with the metal. She noticed Jeet zooming in his camera there.
She felt thoroughly helpless and defeated.
At her back, the top of the cleft between her cheeks came into view. Because of the firmness of her bottom, it was shaped like a "Y."
The material slowly came down, exposing the moons of her lush buttocks.
Like her breasts, the skin there was slightly lighter in color, though there were now discernable tan lines.
She stopped just at the very top of her thighs.
Someone let out a whistle, and there was laughter- not because it was funny, but to release the tension. She choked back a sob. Here, she is, lying on a car with her breasts and buttocks bare. What has she done to deserve this, she lamented silently.
"Hey, Sachin," Rakesh said, "do you know how to work a video camera?"
"Yeah SURE." he said enthusiastically.
"Okay, you take over here. Jeet there would capture the face of our little heroine here. You know what to capture" he said pointing to her buttocks.
Riya just lied there with her eyes closed in horror. She tried not to think about Jeet and the other video camera just a couple feet away.
She felt Rakesh lean against the car. His back was to her, and he faced the audience.
"Now put your arms back across your back," he said over his shoulder.
She pulled them back up and crossed them across her back.
"Don't move ‘em, or I may have to tie ‘em."
She lay perfectly still.
"Now, we need to adjust these..."
She flinched at his touch, but didn't move.
He reached over to both sides and took her panties in his fingers.
He eased them down further, down to the middle of her thighs.
"WHAT A FUCKING ASS," a male voice whispered loudly.
"I'm going to have to jack off right here," said another.
There was laughter all around.
She felt Rakesh's hand on her right cheek.
He began rubbed it with his palms, like he was shining an apple. His fingers played with the resilient flesh.
His hand moved to the other cheek and did the same.
"Okay...Ready, Riya?"
She sobbed.
"Y...ye...yes."
SLAP.
The first one made her cry out. It really stung.
SLAP.
Again, she cried out.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. A succession that made her body twist around.
Rakesh now reached over and lifted her right hip out, pulled her pelvis into contact with his own, He held her tightly. Her breasts were now against his chest, but she barely took notice.
Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing some of the sting away.
"Relax," he said.
She realized her bottom was clenched.
He gave a light slap.
"RELAX."
She did.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, he continued, spanking her all around her bottom and the tops of her thighs.
Riya just cried openly at the pain. Tears streamed down her face.
Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing away some of the horrible stinging.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, again, he continued, spanking her defenseless. naked bottom.
When he finally stopped, her bottom was on fire. It felt like it was glowing.
He rubbed it for a while, and then he pulled her panties back up.
"Okay," he said finally, "you can pull your @jeans up and get in the car."
There was a loud round of applause.
Quickly, and despite the pain, she pushed her self up and reached down and pulled her @jeans up. She did up the button and then came around to the back passenger side door and opened it. She quickly slid in along the seat, wincing from the pain. She pulled herself into a tight ball.
Part 17
She watched as the guys stood chatting, and noticed money changing hands. She wanted to be sick. At last, Rakesh opened the driver's side door and leaned in.
"That was great, Riya.," he said with a broad, wicked grin.
"How...how...could you?" she asked.
"AWW, it's no big thing," he said still grinning that way, "I call it a little butt warming ceremony. Many aspiring heroines go through even worse!"
She just glared at him.
"Here," he said tossing her T-shirt to her. "You can put this back on."
She grabbed it and quickly pulled it on over her head. She felt relief at being covered again.
Rakesh walked back to the group. Every once in a while somebody would look back at her and laugh, and her stomach would lurch. She saw some of the guys give Rakesh what looked like visiting cards.
After a few moments they all broke up and went to their cars. Rakesh went over and picked up her bra off the ground and casually slung it over his shoulder, and then he, Jeet, Tarun, and Ajit all walked back to the car and got in.
They watched the kids get back on their cycles and peddle away.
"I think those kids are going to have wet dreams for a long time to come," said Ajit laughing.
They all laughed.
Except Riya.
They all turned to face her.
She shuddered.
"Okay, now," said Rakesh, "are we all clear on the ground rules for our weekend together, Riya?"
She was totally humiliated. She knew she had no choice other than to listen and obey Rakesh. But up to what limit? Are there any limits to what he can do now? She shuddered involuntarily.
"Y..yes."
"Good," he said.
"Now, let's be sure. Let's be sure that you're going to be nice and cooperative."
She closed her eyes. She felt her bottom burning against the seat from pain.
"Now lift up that T-shirt and show us your pretty breasts again."
Resigned, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it up, up over her lean stomach until her big nude breasts sprang into view.
"Higher, all the way up."
She pulled it all the way up to her shoulders leaving the beautiful mounds totally exposed.
"Stick them out."
She pushed her chest forward.
"Great. Now jiggle them around a little bit for us."
"Wh..what?"
"Come on, wiggle your shoulders back and forth and make those cute beauties dance a little."
She started to sway her shoulders, making her large breasts jiggle tantalizingly. They all watched the show. Jeet said something inaudible about dancing nipples but other were too engrossed to notice.
"Okay, Ajit," said Rakesh. "Start her up. I'll tell you where we're going next."
They let Riya pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her put the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without a bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling under her T-shirt whenever the car bumped. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she could just imagine how clear her nipples must be showing through.
Rakesh still had her bra dbangd over his shoulder and that made her feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was his property. She'd thought he might give it back to her after making her display her breasts, making her jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn't. He just told her she could pull her shirt down.
Her bottom stung from the spanking, but it wasn't too bad. It was just hot.
Even though it was Rakesh who was making her do all of these horrible things, she realized that she was actually more frightened of the other three guys, especially Jeet and Ajit. Ajit hardly said a word. He just stared at her with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He even looked to her like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both really gave her the scares.
She didn't know how she could possibly face them again in college after being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After having to bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her pants and her panties for a spanking.
She realized that the best way out of this was just to do as Rakesh said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going around college was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse, what would her teachers and fellow students say?
As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves, though every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene at the abandoned building, and she would be reminded of it all over again. Her bottom, and her face, would burn.
"Anyone getting hungry?" asked Rakesh.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bite," said Jeet.
The other two guys agreed.
"Say Ajit, stop at that Dhaba" said Rakesh.
She felt the car slow down and turn in. It came to a stop.
"Okay Riya, off with the blindfold."
She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the light. She saw that they were parked near a small restaurant typical of the highways.
"Say, Riya," said Rakesh, "since you didn't like traveling in your bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn't you?"
Oh God. She realized what swimsuit it was.
"Y..yes," she said reluctantly.
"It's such a nice day out, why don't we have you change into that?"
She didn't respond.
"Lets go," said Rakesh.
They all climbed out of the car, and Rakesh pulled Riya around to the rear. He opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. She watched him as he went through it, finding the bikini top.
He whistled when he saw it.
"Whew, this is really a fabulous one, Riya."
She blushed bright red.
"It's not really mine..."
Rakesh grinned at her. He reached over and held the top up over her chest to see how it would fit her.
"Well, it'll look just great on you." He grinned again. She looked away from him.
He looked at her face disapprovingly and then went back to the bag. He pulled out the little make-up bag that Kiran had left.
"We need to spruce you up a little bit."
He pulled the trunk shut and they all walked into the restaurant.
The dhaba looked like a warehouse. There were ‘family’ booths to the right and rows of bench to the left. The cooking area was to the farther end. It was more or less empty except for a few truck drivers sitting at the benches. The booths were all empty. The men went quiet when they saw Riya, and their eyes followed her across the room. She wondered if they could make out her nipples through the T-shirt.
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