30-03-2019, 02:26 PM
Part 23
"You lick her buttocks if you want," said another, "All I want is to rub my thing between those beauties up-front."
Riya tried to blot out their rude comments, and closed her eyes again.
She just wanted this nightmare to be over.
"Okay, Riya," said Rakesh, "take your pants down."
She took a deep breath.
Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal button through the hole in her @jeans.
From behind, the men could see the waist of her @jeans go slack.
She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!"
She worked her thumbs into the top of the @jeans and carefully started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.
"Aaaaaawwwwhhhhhh!!!!" the men drooled at the prospect of what’s coming.
Slowly her white panties were exposed.
Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round buttocks came into the men's view.
She lowered her @jeans over the smooth buttocks to the tops of her thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panty, which was partly struck in the crevice of her cheeks.
"Ooh, Ooh, Ooh," the men chanted.
She waited her next instruction.
"A little lower," said Rakesh.
She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of her hips.
"Lower,"
Another few inches.
"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Rakesh commanded.
Slowly she moved away from the table.
She waited.
"Take them off."
She was startled.
That would leave her almost totally naked!
Yet, she knows he couldn't argue.
"Lean forward, Riya, and push them all the way down your legs without bending your knees."
She began to do as he said and lowered the @jeans down her tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The posture rounded her ass, making it stick out in front of the men.
"Oye, Kya scene hain!" she heard.
"Stick it OUT"
Her breasts hung alluringly from her like large tennis balls as she bent over. Her nipples hard and erect pointing to the floor. She felt Tarun and Ajit devouring her with their eyes.
Satpal leaned forward towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab at it.
She pushed the @jeans all the way down her long slim legs.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "now step out of them without standing back up."
She lifted one leg at a time and managed to pull both of her bare feet free, her nude breasts bobbing freely before Tarun Ajit. Ajit shifted uneasily on the bench suppressing his erection.
"Stand back up."
She raised herself back upright.
Rakesh walked up, and stood on her left side.
He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her panties and mauled bikini top.
"Go back to the bench."
She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the bench. The front of her legs leaned against the edge. She looked at Ajit and Tarun sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring at the front of her panties.
She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do.
She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
"Now," said Rakesh's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab the bottom of your panties."
Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just above each bottom cheek.
"Now pull them up."
She began to pull the material upwards, exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled up. The faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation in the smooth, fair skin. Her otherwise blemish-less while cheeks sported red marks where Rakesh had spanked her earlier.
"Higher."
She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the crack between her ass. At the front, the panty had stretched tightly around her pussy. Her camel toe was clearly outlined before Tarun and Ajit.
"Aaaaahh, Hhhaaaaaaah, Oohhhhhhhh..." the men behind her drooled in anticipation.
"Now lean forward."
Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the bench edge with the front of her legs. Once again her breasts hung freely from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ajit smacking his lips as he eyed her erect nipples.
"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."
The height of the bench was such that in order to make contact with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes. Stretched, her panty was now like a thong, showing almost all of her buttocks.
"Now," said Rakesh from behind her, "give your hands to Ajit and Tarun."
She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tarun smiled again. Ajit didn't. His eyes were still glued to her breasts. She let go of her panties which snapped back down, though most of it now remained wedged inside her bottom.
She slowly reached her hands out in front to her.
The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "pull her as far forward as you can without pulling her off her feet."
They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts clung down like ripe mangoes from the tree. Their faces were now so close to them that she could feel their hot breath on her breasts. Tears of shame dropped from her eyes.
With her arms held down like that, she felt so vulnerable.
She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air.
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Part 24
Rakesh picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" a cheer went up from the men.
He walked up to Riya's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks. Her bottom bulged out on either side of the panty.
"Yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" the crowd cheered again.
He laid the spatula against the high point of her right cheek and pressed it hard against her skin. Small bulges of her supple bottom appeared in the holes cut in the spatula. He lifted it away and inspected the imprints.
Rakesh bent down on one knee, with his face just inches from her left cheek.
He just looked at it for a moment.
"Pleeeeease," pleaded Satpal, "pull down those panties all the way!"
Rakesh didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula and touched Riya's leg with it, just behind her left knee. It tickled her and the knee flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the gap between her legs, a gap she was tightly holding together.
Riya squinted her eyes shut at she felt the spatula between her legs. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.
Just as the spatula was about to make contact with her pussy, Rakesh reached out, grasped the top of her panties. In a quick motion he pulled them down over her ripe ass.
Riya let out a moan of shame.
He pulled the panties below her cheeks, exposing both luscious cheeks and the deep line that ran between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at the top.
Through all the shame and pain engulfing her mind, she noticed Tarun and Ajit gawking at her belly. Involuntarily she too looked down.
Oh GOD! The panty had moved way down exposing a part of her pussy and her bush!! Involuntarily she tried to pull her hands free from Tarun and Ajit in a desperate effort to cover herself. The futile effort only served to heighten her embarrassment further – now they know that she knows what they are looking at. Utterly defeated with shame, she closed her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably.
In the meanwhile, behind her, Rakesh grabbed the supple flesh of her right cheek with his fingers.
He squeezed it gently, causing her flesh bulge between his fingers. He seemed to be enjoying the smooth feel of her skin there.
"Show me see the HOLE!" cried Satpal hoarsely, unable to control himself any longer.
Both Tarun and Ajit felt her try to pull her arms free again. They held them fast as she squirmed on the table top. It took all of Ajit’s self control not to reach forward and grab at her exposed body. To tell the truth, he too was scared of Rakesh.
"SPLAT," Rakesh brought the spatula down.
"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.
"AHHHHHH" Riya cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than before. She burst into fresh tears.
Ajit and Tarun held her hands tightly.
The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down.
Her bottom is now much redder than it had been.
Rakesh reached down and rubbed both cheeks.
Despite the pain, she held her legs tightly together.
"SPLAT," a little lower this time.
"SPLAT," on the other side.
"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.
Rakesh rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
Satpal and the other men stared.
Riya sobbed.
Her bottom was on fire. Her shame was overpowering.
Rakesh continued to rub the red cheeks.
"Now, Riya," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."
She gave no reaction.
"Ready, Satpal?" asked Rakesh.
The cook’s face was a bright pink.
Using both his hands Rakesh pulled her ass-cheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.
She cried out loudly in shame and humiliation.
How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing.
Her bottom buzzed with hot pain.
Rakesh released her ass-cheeks and stepped back. The four red marks were clearly visible. He walked to the booth they had all been in and picked up the jug of ice water. Ice was still floating in it.
"Riya here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we better cool things off a bit."
The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do.
Rakesh walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her other side, holding her firmly.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart with one hand and tipped the jug, and a stream of ice and cold water came down and made contact with Riya's back hole.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body lurched forward onto to the bench as both of her feet buckled at the shock. She pulled against Ajit and Tarun.
Still holding her cheeks apart, Rakesh let more water run down over her reddened bottom. It ran down from the round cheeks into the crack of her ass. Streams poured down her legs and ran into her panties. A piece of ice got stuck between her buttocks just below her ass hole.
She gasped out at the coldness.
He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks, nudging the piece of ice partly into her ass hole. The men went wild and clapped.
He pointed to the jug into her panties and poured the rest of the water onto them. The cold water spilled out of the crotch band and ran over down her thighs.
He set the jug down on the other bench and reached down and grabbed her panties. He pulled her panties back up, making a puddle of cold water come in contact with her crotch.
She whimpered as the cold, wet material made contact with her pussy.
Rakesh waited until she was still again and motioned to Tarun and Ajit, who let go of the distraught girl. Rakesh pulled her to her feet.
Riya stood in total humiliation.
She covered her breasts with her arms.
Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which were pulled tightly back into place. Her pubic hair and camel toes, soggy wet, were clearly outlined against the wet panties.
The men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and hugged each other.
Rakesh handed Riya her @jeans.
"Here, you can put these back on."
She took to the @jeans and held them in front of her.
"You can have five minutes in the toilet."
Riya quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to the toilet.
"But leave the panties on."
The men all laughed.
Rakesh looked at his watch at the sound of the toilet door closing.
"That was the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of the men.
"And the COOLEST," said another.
Part 25
They all laughed.
"Yeah," replied Rakesh, "I went easy on her this time."
He smiled at the men.
"Because she's still got some more coming."
"Yyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh," said one of to the men.
When Riya returned, the men were all unusually quiet, and that made her nervous. They had all been watching, waiting for her to come out. She had re-adjusted her top and put her @jeans back on, but as Rakesh had said, she'd left her wet panties on.
Rakesh and Jeet were the only ones standing. Tarun and Ajit were still sitting in the booth. The other men were all sitting on benches. As she walked in, they all turned to face her. She slowly walked up to the booth. She noticed a big tin of Ghee on the bench.
Rakesh had her little bag in his hand. He pulled a hairbrush out of it and handed it to her.
"Why don't you give your hair a brush Riya," he said.
It seemed an odd request and she looked around cautiously. She reached out and took the brush.
She began running it through her hair. The men all watched.
She saw Jeet picking up a wad of cash from the drivers and handing it over to Rakesh. Then picked up the video camera and stood aside as if ready to shoot. Once again she felt the adrenaline. Fear welled up inside her again. She'd thought it was over. Now the sight of the cash and the video camera really scared her.
"Did you learn a lesson here, Riya?" asked Rakesh, watching her.
The brush stopped for a second, and then picked up speed again. Something was going on.
"Y...yes," she said reluctantly. She tried to brush her hair as un-sensuously as possible.
"And what was that?"
She felt choked. She knew what he wanted to hear.
"Ob..obedience." she finally uttered.
"Obedience. That's right."
She finished with her hair. Despite her ordeal, she looked stunning. Her beautiful dark hair picked up a luster from the brushing, and her full lips still showed the red lipstick. The waterproof eye make-up held fast.
She watched Jeet and his video camera as he walked around behind Rakesh.
"Are you sure you learned your lesson Riya?" asked Rakesh, once more. He smiled at her with intolerable smugness.
Riya's nervousness and frustration showed.
"Y..yes," she replied irritably, immediately regretting her irritation.
She noticed one of the men at the benches shift in his seat. He reached down and readjusted his bulging crotch. She looked down at the floor.
It was suddenly so quiet.
"Are you sure?"
"Y...yes," she repeated, this time forcing herself to remain calm. God, she wanted out of there.
Rakesh stepped forward and held his hand out for the hairbrush.
It took a minute to register what he wanted before Riya reached out and handed it to him.
"That's good," he said. He smiled at her and held up the brush and looked at it. "Cause I'd hate to have to discipline you again."
A shiver went down Riya's spine. The brush would really hurt.
"I'll bet your beautiful buttocks are really sore."
Riya swallowed hard. Her mouth became dry. Rakesh was toying with her even more cruelly than before.
"Maybe we better look at them?" He said as if in casual conversation.
She didn't answer.
"Let's see," he said, "show us your lesson. Why don't you turn around and show us your bottom, Riya."
Oh God. It was starting all over again.
She slowly turned around.
"Show us...your bare buttocks."
In her time in the toilet, she'd almost managed to distance herself from this horrible incident and now it was going to repeat again. She noticed the hairbrush in Rakesh's hand. He waved it at her threateningly.
Suddenly, they somebody jumped in his seat nervously. The tension was broken by the sound of the front door to the dhaba being banged. A group of about five people had pulled up and were trying to get in. The people stepped back, looking around for a sign. A man leaned his ears against the door trying to listen if anyone is inside.
Riya almost wanted to cry for help. Her heart started to beat, and she could feel a scream welling up. She controlled it. She knew what would happen. Horrible pictures of her being touched by gross old men would go around the college, or worse, the video of her getting a spanking in a public parking lot, or of her with that ketchup bottle. Her parents would find out and she could never explain it. Rakesh promised not to show them to anybody, and she'd never heard anything about the other girls, about any videos or pictures, so it seemed that he kept his word on that score. She just had to make it through this nightmare weekend, at least until they got to the bungalow. She was sure she'd be safe once she is with the other girls.
Satpal walked up to the closed door and told the people outside that the dhaba is closed and they could find another half a mile ahead. They could hear the disappointed voices fade out as the people went back to their cars.
After a moment, all the eyes were once again on Riya.
She knew what had to happen, and she slowly reached up and unfastened her @jeans and pulled them down. This time, without having to be told, she slipped her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down too. Once again, her beautiful round bottom came into the view of the men sitting in the diner. Both cheeks were still red from the spanking. She kept her thighs tightly close.
"Mmmmmmm," she heard a male voice.
"Go ahead and take them off," said Rakesh.
Part 26
She pushed them down her legs, and kept her legs as close together as possible as she pulled her feet out of each pant leg.
Rakesh walked around the front of her and took her @jeans and panties from her. She avoided his eyes and stared straight down, her eyes fixed on her feet. She felt his eyes roam up and down her naked pussy. She resisted the urge to cover her pubic mound with her hands when she felt his eyes there. She heard him chuckling. He slowly walked around her.
"Now," she heard him from behind her again. "Satpal, our host here, has been kind enough to offer help to alleviate the burning of your bottom Riya."
She heard some giggles.
"Since he doesn't keep any cold cream here, he's offered to sooth you with pure, desi Ghee."
More chuckling.
"Come on over here," said Rakesh.
She bit her lip, her face drained off all colour. Her pubic mound would be on open display now! Will this nightmare ever end? Why is he toying her this cruelly? What had she done to deserve this? All questions and no answers. Her mind was going blank.
Slowly she turned around feeling their anxious, hungry gaze on her pussy. Someone leaned forward to get a better look between her legs. She saw Rakesh was standing between the men and his friends. There was now an empty table waiting ominously before the men. Rakesh motioned her towards the table.
Now wearing nothing down below her bikini top, Riya walked to where Rakesh was pointing. She approached the table. She felt the men’s stares burning her pussy. She was dying with shame. Why… OH… why?
"Get yourself up on the table," he said, "on your knees."
She stared at the table blankly for a second before moving. The men have moved on either side of her now and she could feel them leering, intently watching at every visible fold around her naked pussy as she moved.
She had a hard time as the top of the table was waist high. She had to hold on to the edges as she climbed up. She managed to get on to it and waited on her knees, with her feet sticking out back behind her.
Her naked body was elevated and in plain view. Her pussy, was now at eye level to the men. She pulled in her knees tight, but it was useless.
"Now lean forward...put your elbows on the top. Spread your knees apart," said Rakesh.
She bent forward, and rested her forearms on the table top. Her bottom stuck out behind her.
She could hear the men moving around her.
"Spread your knees further" commanded Rakesh. She complied.
She heard the top of a metal tin being opened. She closed her eyes tightly.
Satpal stared at the naked bottom in front of him and wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Her ass was perfectly shaped. Her smooth round buttocks, which were now a bright pink, were thrust out. Her pussy lips protruded from below. Through the pubic hair, they all could see her smooth, virgin, outer lips.
He reached his fingers into the tin and scooped out a big wad of semi-hard Ghee. He reached out and wiped it one Riya's left cheek.
"Now," said Rakesh, "no moving, Riya."
Satpal smeared another wad on her right cheek, and set the tin down.
She kept herself from flinching as she felt his hands reach out and slowly began to rub the Ghee across her bottom.
Her buttocks began to shine as Satpal massaged her cheeks as he was polishing an apple. His face became red as he kneaded the globes.
The men all watched breathlessly as Satpal worked on her bottom, marveling the sight before them. Satpal began to move his thumb into the cleft between her cheeks.
Riya opened her eyes in horror at this fresh intrusion and was shocked to see Jeet and his video camera. He was shooting her from the front as Satpal was massaging and mauling her buttocks. She desperately wanted Jeet to stop filming her degradation and looked around for Rakesh. Horror of horrors! Rakesh was behind her with his video camera running. Beaten, she tried hard to ignore the cameras, and what was happening to her. Jeet moved from side to side keeping the camera focussed on Riya's the whole time.
Satpal couldn't help himself any longer, and he slowly pushed his index finger against Riya's asshole. He pushed the greasy finger in.
"AARRGGG..." Riya let out a gasp, and her bottom cheeks clenched instinctively, unintentionally gripping and holding the invading finger. But otherwise, she didn't move. She was too shocked.
"YEAHHHHHH," a chorus of male voices cheered.
Satpal slowly pulled the thick finger almost all the way out, and then inserted it back again, this time the full length. His red face began puff for air. He looked as though he might have a heart attack at any moment.
Finally Satpal pulled his finger out of her ass. He stepped back to let Rakesh do a final zoom on to Riya’s glistening bottom and the protruding pussy beneath. The other men just stared at the sight in front of them. It was a dream like reality for them.
"Very good, Riya," said Rakesh at-last, setting aside the video camera. "I am glad that you're learning."
He picked up her panties and @jeans and walked over to the sink near the booths. He turned on the tap and drenched her panties under it.
"Okay," he said, "come on down."
Slowly the humiliated girl lifted herself off of the table and spun around. She stood by the table and hung her head down in shame, avoiding eye contact the men. Her luscious dark hair fell about her face. She placed her hands demurely over her pubic bush.
Rakesh handed her the sopping wet panties.
"Go ahead and put these back on," he said.
Without looking up, she reached up and took the wet underwear and stepped into them. She quickly drew them up the length of her legs. Water dripped down her thighs.
"These too," said Rakesh, handing her the @jeans.
She pulled the @jeans on over the wet panties. She was totally humiliated, and stood with her hair hanging down around her face.
"Well," said Rakesh, collecting another bunch of notes offered by the truck drivers. "I'd like to thank you for your hospitality." He said to Satpal.
Satpal could hardly speak. He just stared at Riya. He nodded his head.
"You guys can stop by anytime," he managed to say at-last. "And you, dear, you're welcome ANYWHERE, ANYTIME."
The men all laughed.
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Part 27
Riya's mind was in a whirl of emotions as she sat in the backseat of the car. Her sopping wet panties were dripping under her @jeans. Whatever else it did, the ice water had helped the burning of her now twice spanked bottom. It didn't hurt nearly as much as her pride. Her pride was devastated. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She couldn't believe that some horrible, disgusting man had put his finger inside her ass. It was the vilest and sickest thing she could imagine. She had never heard of anything so shameful. She was numb.
Rakesh and Tarun got in the back seat on either side of her. Ajit was going to drive again with Jeet sitting next to him.
Ajit switched on the air conditioner and all of them pulled up the window glasses. The car started up, and they pulled out. She sat there simply staring out of the front windshield, trying to come to terms with all that had happened in these last few hours. She saw Ajit adjust the rearview mirror, on the windshield. Instinctively she knew he was now looking at her through the mirror. What is going to happen?
Meanwhile, Jeet took out the video camera, sat sideways focussing on the back seat.
"I'll tell you where," said Rakesh addressing nobody in particular. He is now totally in charge of the situation.
Riya felt the camera lens closing in on her and Rakesh. She tried to concentrate on getting to the bungalow and seeing the other girls. This test had gone too far and become her worst nightmare.
Rakesh, who was sitting on her right, slipped his left arm around her shoulders. With his free hand he pulled her hair back behind her, exposing her front encased in the far too small bikini.
She could feel the stares. And the camera lens so close by.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "I have a little confession to make."
She felt his hand gently stroke her hair. Slowly it began to move down her neck. He began to caress the skin along her collarbone.
She didn't move.
"You see," he continued, "we're not really going to any bungalow of Kiran’s."
"What..." she turned her head to face him.
"Well," he looked her in the eye. "We will be going to other places."
She heard the other guys snigger.
"AND," he continued with a sarcastic voice, "you're going to have a chance to... be the star of your first film. I can’t say if the Sensors are going to pass it though"
Laughter all around.
Tears welled up in Riya's eyes.
"Please..." she said. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Please, hasn't this...Oh God...hasn't this been enough?"
Rakesh's palm slid down over the bikini top and covered her left breast. He cupped it in his palm gently rubbing it. She could feel the warmth of his paw over her nipples through the thin fabric.
A sob came out of her mouth as he started rubbing the exposed flesh on the sides with his fingers. "Oh my God, please..." she repeated.
With his left hand, Rakesh pulled aside the bikini top from her left breast. With his right hand he reached in and scooped it out of the top.
Jeet’ s camera leaned forward towards the exposed breast. It was hardly a few inches away from it.
Riya resisted the temptation to reach up. She looked up out of the corner of her eye through the window at the traffic going by. She blinked through her tears as she saw several cars go by without paying any attention to them. She hoped no one would be able to see in.
Rakesh moved his hands over to her other breast, and scooped it out too.
Riya began to cry openly.
"You see," continued Rakesh. He went to her nipples and started to tease them with his fingertips. Riya's chest started to heave in nervous response. "The test is for the whole weekend, and each new girl gets the chance to show her acting talents in my version of playboy videos". He bent over and kissed her nipples holding each one of them between his lips for a while, relishing the sensation.
"Please, please stop..." she cried, "I can't...I just can't take this..."
Rakesh reached over Riya’s back and untied the straps of her bikini. "This won’t be required now," he said taking it off her body and throwing it aside.
All three guys and the video camera stared at her renewed nakedness.
Rakesh tongued her left nipple teasingly. Soon, despite herself, Riya felt it became erect and wet with his saliva.
"Sure you can," he continued, going on to her right breast. This time he deliberately ignored the nipple. Instead, he tongued and teased the aureole around it taking care not to touch the nipple. To his delight this one too started becoming hard and erect despite his not touching it. "That's why we work so patiently with our stars; so they can lose their inhibitions one by one before they are ready for the main film. And I might say we have progressed well so far, haven’t we? Look at yourself!"
She was so helpless. She just sat there crying with her hands in her lap as he played with her breasts, sucking her erect nipples one after another. The others watched in silence as Jeet continued to shoot. He even started directing Rakesh as the later played with her breasts.
"You see," Rakesh said drawing back, "aside from computers, video and other multi-media are my other hobbies."
"Now Riya, Let us test your progress. Here is another test. Lean back, look at the camera, guide my face it to your nipples, loosely close your eyes and moan seductively" he said.
Riya’s recoiled with horror. Yet, she didn’t want to invite another punishment, God knows what it could be this time.
She did as she was told. She held Rakesh’s chin with her right hand and brought it to her right nipple, closed her eyes and moaned, all the time looking at the lens.
She didn’t feel seductive at all.
"That’s good. Now show me your love. Feed me." commanded Rakesh softly.
Resigned, she leaned forward thrusting her right nipple into his open, wet mouth.
"There… both of us are now on film together. So you now know that I wouldn’t risk sharing the film with others. Trust me and follow instructions, you will be fine. I promise," Rakesh said looking up from her breast.
Riya nodded her head meekly, wondering how much she could trust him. She knew she had no choice but to do as told for the rest of the trip. Little did she know that Rakesh had already collected advance money from his underground connections for her videos.
"Ajit," said Rakesh without lifting his head off her breasts, "In another 20 minutes we will get to an intersection. There turn right and head for the Rainbow Motel a mile down the road."
"Just think," said Rakesh, looking up at Riya. "you're going to get a chance to be a star, so early in your career. Your mother wanted you to be an actress, didn’t she!"
He sucked on her nipples some more and finally gave her back the top.
Part 28
The reality of the situation set in on Riya as she watched the traffic pass by the car window. She was very uncomfortable in the wet panties and could see the wet outline through her @jeans.
Even though Rakesh had allowed her to put on the top, she realized that she was a virtual slave to the four men in the car. It was really just that simple. She'd had to sit there while Rakesh bared her breasts and played with them before these guys. He had pictures and videos of her in the most terrible situations imaginable and if they got around she would be totally ruined. Worse even, if her father saw them it would kill him and she'd rather die herself than let that happen. The worst part about it was that Rakesh knew it too. She could tell that even if he did not know exactly why, he knew she would do whatever he told her from now on.
She wondered what he meant by "playboy" type of film. She had heard that some of the girls in the acting club did get some ad-film jobs. Mostly local stuff, but they were excited about it none-the-less. Riya was certainly not interested all. But she suspected that it wasn't what he was talking about.
It didn't take long to get to the Rainbow Motel. It was one of those typical looking motels that have come up along the high way in the last decade; plain and square, and barely occupied. It looked as though it hadn't been painted since it opened. The neon sign was missing several letters. They turned into to the parking lot, which was empty, and pulled into a space near to the office.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "Riya and I will go in and get the rooms."
She was surprised that he wanted her to go into to the office with him, and immediately thought of her wet pants. It would look like she had wet them. Rakesh opened to the door and got out of to the car. He held it open for Riya. Reluctantly, she slid over and stepped out. Once again, she felt embarrassed in the skimpy bikini top. It looked obscene. She felt like a whore in a sleazy place. She looked down at her @jeans and saw to the wet outline of her panties.
Rakesh smiled at her as he saw it too.
"It will look as if we were too late getting here," he laughed.
She blushed bright red.
Covering her chest with her forearms as much as she could, she followed Rakesh into the small, dingy office. It smelled stale cigarette smoke and the paint peeled off from the walls at several places. An old aged guy sat behind the desk under a big sign that read "Check Out: 12:00 Noon. Ask for Special Hourly Rates" He was tall and bald, and as they got closer, Riya noticed that he had white hair growing out of his nose and ears. Hearing them approach, he looked up boringly. When he noticed her, his eyes widened.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a put on smile, his eyes immediately checking out Riya and her skimpy bikini top.
Rakesh said yes, and asked for two rooms. She learned that she would be in his room, while the other three guys shared. Throughout the conversation, the desk clerk kept stealing glances at Riya's creamy boobs. She stood nervously, fidgeting.
"Say," said Rakesh after they had finished with the business. "Are you guys very busy now?"
"Naw," replied to the clerk, addressing both of them. "It's kind of almost empty. You are about the only customers we have today."
"Well," Rakesh continued, "I'm a film director, and Riya here is training to be our new heroine. And well, I was wondering if we might do a little bit of shooting a little later in the evening."
To the clerk looked at Riya. His eyes went up and down her body for a hundredth time. He cleared his throat and looked at Rakesh.
"Well, I'm not too sure," he replied cannily. "You know, management and rules and stuff."
Rakesh didn’t reply. He just waited for the old man to complete his spiel.
"What have you got in mind?" asked the clerk finally. His eyes drifted back over to Riya, causing her to shiver.
"Well," said Rakesh, "I'm looking to get some good swimwear shots. And a little bit of video shooting to train our new heroine here" He turned and looked at Riya.
Suddenly the door behind the leering clerk opened and two younger men entered the office. They were both were obviously workers at the motel. They stopped short as they saw Rakesh and the clerk staring at Riya. They did likewise.
"This guy here," to the clerk told the two employees, "is a film director." He turned to Riya, "and this here is his would-be-heroine."
The two guys looked at her and nodded their heads enthusiastically.
"Isn't she something?" Rakesh said conversationally as if talking to old pals. "Doesn't she have a great body for a heroine?"
She began to blush as she felt their eyes on her.
The men just stared trying to size her up.
"Bring down your hands and turn around nice and slow for us, Riya," asked Rakesh.
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
She dropped her hands slowly and began to pivot on her left foot and turn her body around. She stopped when her back was facing them.
"Looks like she had an emergency in her pants," the clerk said noticing the dark patch on her @jeans.
The men laughed.
Riya's waited with bated breath.
The room went quiet and she waited for Rakesh to tell her what to do next.
"Turn all the way around," he said.
She pivoted back to face them again and stared down at to the floor. She couldn't look at them. She knew that their eyes would be roving all over her breasts. She was helpless.
"You know," said Rakesh, turning to the clerk. "I think I'd also like to get a few shots of her without her top on. Do you think would that be okay too."
The clerk swallowed with difficulty. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. "Well, ahhhh..." he muttered.
Riya's face flooded with color.
Rakesh leaned forward confidentially. The clerk did likewise. Rakesh whispered something into his ear.
"Yeah, well..." said to the clerk. He looked over to Riya. "That'll be okay," he said. He looked very nervous.
"Great." said Rakesh. He picked up to the keys from to the counter.
"Why don't you wait right here, Riya," said Rakesh as he walked towards to the door, "I will bring in the bags."
She looked at him pleadingly not to leave her alone with these strangers.
He stopped, turned back and smiled.
"And you behave yourself."
He left the room.
Part 29
Riya watched him walk out of the office. She stared at the door, hardly able to turn and face to the three strange men.
For a while they all stood there, watching and waiting. Riya’s heart was pumping with apprehension. What now?
At last, the clerk cleared his throat. She lifted her head and saw that he was staring at her. The two other men were as well, though they looked confused. The clerk clearly looked at though he was trying to think of something to say. Riya's feet felt rooted to the spot. There was no sound except the little fan spinning above to the desk. The silence was tormenting.
"So," said to the nervous clerk finally, "Have you acted in any films so far. eh?"
Oh God. Now she had to talk to him.
"No… well not really; I mean, yes sort of…" Riya replied.
She realized she had better not contradict what Rakesh had said.
"I mean, well, I’m only just starting. "
"Oh," said to the clerk. He looked flustered. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. The two work men looked at him expectantly.
"Well," he said.
He cleared his throat again.
"Well, you should do well… I mean… you look like a heroine."
he looked at the other guys and then looked back at Riya.
"Don’t you think guys? "
They nodded enthusiastically.
"At least… um… from what we have seen so far." One of them said nervously.
She looked down in misery at her bare feet.
Suddenly she realized Rakesh had set her up with them! And she had to do what they said!! That is what he meant when he asked her to behave!
She felt a wave of nausea.
"This new film of yours, your Director tells me that it will have a lot of HOT scenes. Will you be acting topless in it?"
She didn’t know what to say. She kept quiet.
"It certainly takes a lot of courage to do those bold scenes, doesn’t it boys?" he asked again. His voice gaining confidence.
She felt dizzy with anxiety.
"I… I… don’t know…" she replied, barely above a whisper.
"Well," said the clerk, taking hold of the situation. "I think me and the boys here are pretty good judges."
"Yes," chimed in one of to the men.
"Why don't you go ahead and show us and we'll tell you what we think. Here let me play some music. Show us how well you can dance" the clerk said switching on a tape recorder.
"KAANTA LAGAA..…" filled the room.
"Please," she said, "someone might come in..."
"Naw, it's real empty. No other guests tonight," said the clerk.
The two work men came out from around to the counter to get a better look. They moved towards her, stopping a few feet away.
"Come on, lady," said the clerk, doing likewise to stand right in front of her. The three men formed a half circle in front of her. Anticipation and lust radiated off of their eyes. They looked like children about to taste their first lollipop.
Sensing there is no alternative but to dance, Riya concentrated on the song remembering the music video she had seen on TV, her feet tapping tentatively to the beat.
"Here let me show you" came forward one of the younger employees. He wasn’t a bad dancer – he managed to do a few bumps and grinds just like the girl on TV.
InPart 30
"Well," he said, "what’s going on here."
"Oh nothing. We just wanted to see how good is your heroine is at dancing." Said the clerk, winking at Rakesh.
"I see no harm in entertaining our hosts a little. It would make a good practice session too. Riya, while you are at it, why don't you take-off your top too. It would be a nice DRESS REHEARSAL for our main film. Or, should I say undress rehearsal!"
Trapped once again, Riya looked at the motel employees and at Rakesh. Her eyes pleaded with him not to do this. Rakesh remained unmoved. Instead, he unzipped one of the bags and took out his video camera.
Resigned, Riya closed her eyes and reached behind her bikini top. She started to untie the knot.
"That's right," said the clerk. His breath started to wheeze.
Slowly, the knot came lose spilling her breasts from the confines of the top. The top hung loosely over her freed breasts, barely covering her nipples only.
"Riya, hold on there for a moment" Rakesh said from behind his camera. He circled around her covering her from all angles.
"SHIIIIIIIIIT" said one of the employees. "It’s like real shooting"
"Oh my GOD," said the other.
Rakesh gave a thumbs up to the clerk.
"Take it off completely" said the emboldened clerk, enjoying power over a woman for to the first time.
Riya closed her eyes tightly and untied the knot behind her neck. The top fell away at her feet, her large nude breasts exposed to total strangers for the third time in the day.
Rakesh continued to move about her panning her from head to toe.
"Why not rewind the song and start from the beginning." He said.
Mesmerized, the clerk reached for the tape recorder and rewound the song.
"Riya," Rakesh said, "time to put on a little show for our audience here."
All of them looked down at her bare breasts; the old clerk particularly salivating in anticipation.
Closing her eyes tightly Riya began moving in tune with the music. She couldn’t think of the consequences of disobeying Rakesh again. She willed her mind and body to concentrate on the song. Her movements were tentative at first; soon she could find her rhythm to the beat.
The motel employees were spellbound. It was obvious that they had never seen anything like this. They stood rooted to wherever they were. Initially her firm, large breasts bobbed gently as she took the first few tentative steps. As her steps became faster her breasts started dancing up and down as if they had a life of their own. It was a show they were unlikely to forget till their last living day.
It was also a revelation of different sorts for Rakesh. "Whoever would have thought that this demure girl could be transformed to this extent in barely twenty four hours" he thought in amazement . He made a mental note to give a special bonus to Kiran for making this wonderful weekend possible.
As the song finished, Rakesh went up to Riya and tapped her shoulders.
She opened her eyes to a wild applause from the motel workers. Her face turned red in shame.
"Good show Riya!" said Rakesh picking up her top from the floor and pocketing it. "Let us now go check our room. We have a long evening ahead of us".
He circled his hand over her waist led her out.
Behind them, the men were still recovering from the show put on by her. The clerk called back at Rakesh saying that they could stay as long as they wish and it would be entirely on the house.
Topless, Riya curled up her arms against her chest as he led her out of the office and onto the stairs towards their room. She was desperate to reach the safety of the room before running into people as she was. Jeet and others who watched the dance from the out side broke into another round of clapping and hooting as she emerged from the office. Riya couldn’t bear to look at them, she hung her head down in shame as Rakesh led her up the stairs. the middle of it, suddenly the door creaked open. It was Rakesh carrying in the bags.
Rakesh led Riya to their room. He dropped the luggage on the bed and turned to her saying "OK Riya, from now on its - Acting time! I'm sure you don't want to look too modest in those @jeans so get the rest of the bikini on and do your make-up. I'm going next door for a beer with the guys. Join us in five minutes or there will be another punishment." He left closing the door behind him without giving her a chance to say anything.
Left alone after a long time, Riya sobbed quietly to herself. Thoughts of running away were dashed by the realization that they had all that film of her. Slowly she removed the @jeans and panties and pulled on the bikini bottoms from her bag.
If she had been embarrassed by how little the bikini top covered, she was devastated and crestfallen to find that the bottoms were, if anything, even skimpier. At the back, the half inch wide string like material disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, firm globes completely exposed. The little strip at the front barely covered the triangle of her pubic hair. To her horror, she noticed a few pubic hairs appearing at the sides.
Afraid of getting late, Riya's sobs of humiliation continued as she took out the make-up and hurriedly fixed her lips and eye shadow. Looking at the clock she ran out to the next door room, anxious to avoid giving the sinister trio any excuse to be alone with her.
She could hear the boys laughing and joking and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came Rakesh's voice.
"Its me, Riya" she almost whispered.
"What are you wearing Riya?" the voice demanded.
"The bikini, like you said" she replied.
"Anything else Riya?"
"No nothing else" she bit her lips in shame and frustration.
She gasped as she saw from the corner of her eye that the two men from the clerk's room were now sitting on a bench by the swimming pool - not even five yards away. They were obviously waiting for her to come out in the new outfit!
"Please can I come in?" Riya stuttered.
"Sure Riya" Rakesh drawled "in just a moment. We need to check you're properly dressed first. Have you pulled the bikini pants up nice and tight Riya?"
"Yes..yes I have. Plea…… please can I come in now?"
"Well Riya" the voice from behind the door continued "it's a mistake first-time actresses often make - leaving the panties too loose. Tell you what, just to make sure grab them at the sides and pull them up as far as they'll go. Oh, and I think I saw our friends from the motel staff out there. Go and ask them whether they look OK or whether they could be any tighter.
Riya really cried now. "Oh please don't make me do it - please".
Rakesh was obviously right on the other side of the door as his voice boomed out "Look Riya, you've forgotten our little chat. Do as you're told or Tarun will come out and get the bikini and you can take your chances with our friends."
Riya knew she was defeated again. Trying not to look at her audience she pulled at the sides of the bikini bottoms. She felt the string material ride higher into her ass crack. Turning to the leering men, eyes downcast she whispered "Are they OK?"
The men still weren't sure what was going on, but they were smart enough to realise the stunning girl standing in front of them was powerless. "Well honey, I'm not sure" one of them answered, a lecherous grin on his face. "They still look a bit loose to me. Pull the front up a bit higher."
Riya bit her lip as she tried to pull up the material further. She felt the material at the front dig around the mound of her pussy and tried not to think of the sight she was presenting to the coarse workmen in front of her.
"Is that OK now?" she almost begged still pulling and desperate for this to get over.
The guys felt themselves getting hard as the material stretched further around her pussy lips outlining them like a second skin. The lips were now straining against the flimsy material. As the material contracted and slid inwards, her dark bush slipped out on either side. The guys were so taken in by the sight they almost forgot to blink their eyes. They wanted to see even more. Her abject surrender heightened their desire and the feeling of power they held over her.
One of them managed to say in a hoarse whisper, "I think one more tug in the middle would get them just right, don't you?" With her eyes on the ground Riya did as she was told and felt the thin strip slide inside her pussy lips.
The men on the bench were now totally speechless. Their mouths were agape with lust and wonderment. The lower part of the bikini had almost disappeared inside her pussy separating her pussy lips apart. The lips bulged outwards revealing a hint of pink inner flesh. This unknown women’s modesty was totally and completely out in the open for them to stare and devour with their eyes.
Oh gods of great heaven! One of them cried out, unable to contain himself.
It seemed like ages before the one of them said "Well honey, that sure looks good and tight from here. Why don't you go on in and perhaps we'll see you later."
The look in his eyes left Riya in no doubt that he was hoping to see her humiliation continued.
Riya knocked on the door again.
"Yes?" came Rakesh's voice. "Its me. I'm ready now" Riya blurted out, desperate to get away from the leering men.
"Tell me Riya," Rakesh replied "are our friends happy that the bikini is tight in all the right places?"
"Yes, yes they are" Riya pleaded, tears choking her voice.
The door opened and Rakesh let out a low whistle as she entered. The other boys were lounging on the beds, beer cans in hand. "Riya, you do look like a proper actress now. Don't you think guys?" he laughed out loud.
They all grinned evilly as they took in the view of her nakedness, specially the half revealed pussy lips and bouncing globes of her ass as she walked to the center of the room. As she walked, dimples formed on her ass globes and Rakesh couldn’t help reaching out and smacking them playfully. The boys laughed out as if it were a good joke.
More tears tricked down Riya’s face.
"Why don't you stand over there and let the boys get a few shots in here before we move to the next scene. I'll run through the rules for the next session so we don't get any mistakes."
Riya stood to the middle of the room and the boys got out their cameras circling round her and snapping her from all angles.
"You lick her buttocks if you want," said another, "All I want is to rub my thing between those beauties up-front."
Riya tried to blot out their rude comments, and closed her eyes again.
She just wanted this nightmare to be over.
"Okay, Riya," said Rakesh, "take your pants down."
She took a deep breath.
Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal button through the hole in her @jeans.
From behind, the men could see the waist of her @jeans go slack.
She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!"
She worked her thumbs into the top of the @jeans and carefully started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.
"Aaaaaawwwwhhhhhh!!!!" the men drooled at the prospect of what’s coming.
Slowly her white panties were exposed.
Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round buttocks came into the men's view.
She lowered her @jeans over the smooth buttocks to the tops of her thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panty, which was partly struck in the crevice of her cheeks.
"Ooh, Ooh, Ooh," the men chanted.
She waited her next instruction.
"A little lower," said Rakesh.
She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of her hips.
"Lower,"
Another few inches.
"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Rakesh commanded.
Slowly she moved away from the table.
She waited.
"Take them off."
She was startled.
That would leave her almost totally naked!
Yet, she knows he couldn't argue.
"Lean forward, Riya, and push them all the way down your legs without bending your knees."
She began to do as he said and lowered the @jeans down her tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The posture rounded her ass, making it stick out in front of the men.
"Oye, Kya scene hain!" she heard.
"Stick it OUT"
Her breasts hung alluringly from her like large tennis balls as she bent over. Her nipples hard and erect pointing to the floor. She felt Tarun and Ajit devouring her with their eyes.
Satpal leaned forward towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab at it.
She pushed the @jeans all the way down her long slim legs.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "now step out of them without standing back up."
She lifted one leg at a time and managed to pull both of her bare feet free, her nude breasts bobbing freely before Tarun Ajit. Ajit shifted uneasily on the bench suppressing his erection.
"Stand back up."
She raised herself back upright.
Rakesh walked up, and stood on her left side.
He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her panties and mauled bikini top.
"Go back to the bench."
She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the bench. The front of her legs leaned against the edge. She looked at Ajit and Tarun sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring at the front of her panties.
She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do.
She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
"Now," said Rakesh's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab the bottom of your panties."
Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just above each bottom cheek.
"Now pull them up."
She began to pull the material upwards, exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled up. The faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation in the smooth, fair skin. Her otherwise blemish-less while cheeks sported red marks where Rakesh had spanked her earlier.
"Higher."
She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the crack between her ass. At the front, the panty had stretched tightly around her pussy. Her camel toe was clearly outlined before Tarun and Ajit.
"Aaaaahh, Hhhaaaaaaah, Oohhhhhhhh..." the men behind her drooled in anticipation.
"Now lean forward."
Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the bench edge with the front of her legs. Once again her breasts hung freely from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ajit smacking his lips as he eyed her erect nipples.
"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."
The height of the bench was such that in order to make contact with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes. Stretched, her panty was now like a thong, showing almost all of her buttocks.
"Now," said Rakesh from behind her, "give your hands to Ajit and Tarun."
She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tarun smiled again. Ajit didn't. His eyes were still glued to her breasts. She let go of her panties which snapped back down, though most of it now remained wedged inside her bottom.
She slowly reached her hands out in front to her.
The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "pull her as far forward as you can without pulling her off her feet."
They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts clung down like ripe mangoes from the tree. Their faces were now so close to them that she could feel their hot breath on her breasts. Tears of shame dropped from her eyes.
With her arms held down like that, she felt so vulnerable.
She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air.
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Part 24
Rakesh picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" a cheer went up from the men.
He walked up to Riya's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks. Her bottom bulged out on either side of the panty.
"Yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" the crowd cheered again.
He laid the spatula against the high point of her right cheek and pressed it hard against her skin. Small bulges of her supple bottom appeared in the holes cut in the spatula. He lifted it away and inspected the imprints.
Rakesh bent down on one knee, with his face just inches from her left cheek.
He just looked at it for a moment.
"Pleeeeease," pleaded Satpal, "pull down those panties all the way!"
Rakesh didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula and touched Riya's leg with it, just behind her left knee. It tickled her and the knee flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the gap between her legs, a gap she was tightly holding together.
Riya squinted her eyes shut at she felt the spatula between her legs. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself.
Just as the spatula was about to make contact with her pussy, Rakesh reached out, grasped the top of her panties. In a quick motion he pulled them down over her ripe ass.
Riya let out a moan of shame.
He pulled the panties below her cheeks, exposing both luscious cheeks and the deep line that ran between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at the top.
Through all the shame and pain engulfing her mind, she noticed Tarun and Ajit gawking at her belly. Involuntarily she too looked down.
Oh GOD! The panty had moved way down exposing a part of her pussy and her bush!! Involuntarily she tried to pull her hands free from Tarun and Ajit in a desperate effort to cover herself. The futile effort only served to heighten her embarrassment further – now they know that she knows what they are looking at. Utterly defeated with shame, she closed her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably.
In the meanwhile, behind her, Rakesh grabbed the supple flesh of her right cheek with his fingers.
He squeezed it gently, causing her flesh bulge between his fingers. He seemed to be enjoying the smooth feel of her skin there.
"Show me see the HOLE!" cried Satpal hoarsely, unable to control himself any longer.
Both Tarun and Ajit felt her try to pull her arms free again. They held them fast as she squirmed on the table top. It took all of Ajit’s self control not to reach forward and grab at her exposed body. To tell the truth, he too was scared of Rakesh.
"SPLAT," Rakesh brought the spatula down.
"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.
"AHHHHHH" Riya cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than before. She burst into fresh tears.
Ajit and Tarun held her hands tightly.
The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down.
Her bottom is now much redder than it had been.
Rakesh reached down and rubbed both cheeks.
Despite the pain, she held her legs tightly together.
"SPLAT," a little lower this time.
"SPLAT," on the other side.
"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.
Rakesh rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
Satpal and the other men stared.
Riya sobbed.
Her bottom was on fire. Her shame was overpowering.
Rakesh continued to rub the red cheeks.
"Now, Riya," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."
She gave no reaction.
"Ready, Satpal?" asked Rakesh.
The cook’s face was a bright pink.
Using both his hands Rakesh pulled her ass-cheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.
She cried out loudly in shame and humiliation.
How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing.
Her bottom buzzed with hot pain.
Rakesh released her ass-cheeks and stepped back. The four red marks were clearly visible. He walked to the booth they had all been in and picked up the jug of ice water. Ice was still floating in it.
"Riya here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we better cool things off a bit."
The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do.
Rakesh walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her other side, holding her firmly.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart with one hand and tipped the jug, and a stream of ice and cold water came down and made contact with Riya's back hole.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body lurched forward onto to the bench as both of her feet buckled at the shock. She pulled against Ajit and Tarun.
Still holding her cheeks apart, Rakesh let more water run down over her reddened bottom. It ran down from the round cheeks into the crack of her ass. Streams poured down her legs and ran into her panties. A piece of ice got stuck between her buttocks just below her ass hole.
She gasped out at the coldness.
He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks, nudging the piece of ice partly into her ass hole. The men went wild and clapped.
He pointed to the jug into her panties and poured the rest of the water onto them. The cold water spilled out of the crotch band and ran over down her thighs.
He set the jug down on the other bench and reached down and grabbed her panties. He pulled her panties back up, making a puddle of cold water come in contact with her crotch.
She whimpered as the cold, wet material made contact with her pussy.
Rakesh waited until she was still again and motioned to Tarun and Ajit, who let go of the distraught girl. Rakesh pulled her to her feet.
Riya stood in total humiliation.
She covered her breasts with her arms.
Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which were pulled tightly back into place. Her pubic hair and camel toes, soggy wet, were clearly outlined against the wet panties.
The men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and hugged each other.
Rakesh handed Riya her @jeans.
"Here, you can put these back on."
She took to the @jeans and held them in front of her.
"You can have five minutes in the toilet."
Riya quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to the toilet.
"But leave the panties on."
The men all laughed.
Rakesh looked at his watch at the sound of the toilet door closing.
"That was the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of the men.
"And the COOLEST," said another.
Part 25
They all laughed.
"Yeah," replied Rakesh, "I went easy on her this time."
He smiled at the men.
"Because she's still got some more coming."
"Yyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh," said one of to the men.
When Riya returned, the men were all unusually quiet, and that made her nervous. They had all been watching, waiting for her to come out. She had re-adjusted her top and put her @jeans back on, but as Rakesh had said, she'd left her wet panties on.
Rakesh and Jeet were the only ones standing. Tarun and Ajit were still sitting in the booth. The other men were all sitting on benches. As she walked in, they all turned to face her. She slowly walked up to the booth. She noticed a big tin of Ghee on the bench.
Rakesh had her little bag in his hand. He pulled a hairbrush out of it and handed it to her.
"Why don't you give your hair a brush Riya," he said.
It seemed an odd request and she looked around cautiously. She reached out and took the brush.
She began running it through her hair. The men all watched.
She saw Jeet picking up a wad of cash from the drivers and handing it over to Rakesh. Then picked up the video camera and stood aside as if ready to shoot. Once again she felt the adrenaline. Fear welled up inside her again. She'd thought it was over. Now the sight of the cash and the video camera really scared her.
"Did you learn a lesson here, Riya?" asked Rakesh, watching her.
The brush stopped for a second, and then picked up speed again. Something was going on.
"Y...yes," she said reluctantly. She tried to brush her hair as un-sensuously as possible.
"And what was that?"
She felt choked. She knew what he wanted to hear.
"Ob..obedience." she finally uttered.
"Obedience. That's right."
She finished with her hair. Despite her ordeal, she looked stunning. Her beautiful dark hair picked up a luster from the brushing, and her full lips still showed the red lipstick. The waterproof eye make-up held fast.
She watched Jeet and his video camera as he walked around behind Rakesh.
"Are you sure you learned your lesson Riya?" asked Rakesh, once more. He smiled at her with intolerable smugness.
Riya's nervousness and frustration showed.
"Y..yes," she replied irritably, immediately regretting her irritation.
She noticed one of the men at the benches shift in his seat. He reached down and readjusted his bulging crotch. She looked down at the floor.
It was suddenly so quiet.
"Are you sure?"
"Y...yes," she repeated, this time forcing herself to remain calm. God, she wanted out of there.
Rakesh stepped forward and held his hand out for the hairbrush.
It took a minute to register what he wanted before Riya reached out and handed it to him.
"That's good," he said. He smiled at her and held up the brush and looked at it. "Cause I'd hate to have to discipline you again."
A shiver went down Riya's spine. The brush would really hurt.
"I'll bet your beautiful buttocks are really sore."
Riya swallowed hard. Her mouth became dry. Rakesh was toying with her even more cruelly than before.
"Maybe we better look at them?" He said as if in casual conversation.
She didn't answer.
"Let's see," he said, "show us your lesson. Why don't you turn around and show us your bottom, Riya."
Oh God. It was starting all over again.
She slowly turned around.
"Show us...your bare buttocks."
In her time in the toilet, she'd almost managed to distance herself from this horrible incident and now it was going to repeat again. She noticed the hairbrush in Rakesh's hand. He waved it at her threateningly.
Suddenly, they somebody jumped in his seat nervously. The tension was broken by the sound of the front door to the dhaba being banged. A group of about five people had pulled up and were trying to get in. The people stepped back, looking around for a sign. A man leaned his ears against the door trying to listen if anyone is inside.
Riya almost wanted to cry for help. Her heart started to beat, and she could feel a scream welling up. She controlled it. She knew what would happen. Horrible pictures of her being touched by gross old men would go around the college, or worse, the video of her getting a spanking in a public parking lot, or of her with that ketchup bottle. Her parents would find out and she could never explain it. Rakesh promised not to show them to anybody, and she'd never heard anything about the other girls, about any videos or pictures, so it seemed that he kept his word on that score. She just had to make it through this nightmare weekend, at least until they got to the bungalow. She was sure she'd be safe once she is with the other girls.
Satpal walked up to the closed door and told the people outside that the dhaba is closed and they could find another half a mile ahead. They could hear the disappointed voices fade out as the people went back to their cars.
After a moment, all the eyes were once again on Riya.
She knew what had to happen, and she slowly reached up and unfastened her @jeans and pulled them down. This time, without having to be told, she slipped her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down too. Once again, her beautiful round bottom came into the view of the men sitting in the diner. Both cheeks were still red from the spanking. She kept her thighs tightly close.
"Mmmmmmm," she heard a male voice.
"Go ahead and take them off," said Rakesh.
Part 26
She pushed them down her legs, and kept her legs as close together as possible as she pulled her feet out of each pant leg.
Rakesh walked around the front of her and took her @jeans and panties from her. She avoided his eyes and stared straight down, her eyes fixed on her feet. She felt his eyes roam up and down her naked pussy. She resisted the urge to cover her pubic mound with her hands when she felt his eyes there. She heard him chuckling. He slowly walked around her.
"Now," she heard him from behind her again. "Satpal, our host here, has been kind enough to offer help to alleviate the burning of your bottom Riya."
She heard some giggles.
"Since he doesn't keep any cold cream here, he's offered to sooth you with pure, desi Ghee."
More chuckling.
"Come on over here," said Rakesh.
She bit her lip, her face drained off all colour. Her pubic mound would be on open display now! Will this nightmare ever end? Why is he toying her this cruelly? What had she done to deserve this? All questions and no answers. Her mind was going blank.
Slowly she turned around feeling their anxious, hungry gaze on her pussy. Someone leaned forward to get a better look between her legs. She saw Rakesh was standing between the men and his friends. There was now an empty table waiting ominously before the men. Rakesh motioned her towards the table.
Now wearing nothing down below her bikini top, Riya walked to where Rakesh was pointing. She approached the table. She felt the men’s stares burning her pussy. She was dying with shame. Why… OH… why?
"Get yourself up on the table," he said, "on your knees."
She stared at the table blankly for a second before moving. The men have moved on either side of her now and she could feel them leering, intently watching at every visible fold around her naked pussy as she moved.
She had a hard time as the top of the table was waist high. She had to hold on to the edges as she climbed up. She managed to get on to it and waited on her knees, with her feet sticking out back behind her.
Her naked body was elevated and in plain view. Her pussy, was now at eye level to the men. She pulled in her knees tight, but it was useless.
"Now lean forward...put your elbows on the top. Spread your knees apart," said Rakesh.
She bent forward, and rested her forearms on the table top. Her bottom stuck out behind her.
She could hear the men moving around her.
"Spread your knees further" commanded Rakesh. She complied.
She heard the top of a metal tin being opened. She closed her eyes tightly.
Satpal stared at the naked bottom in front of him and wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Her ass was perfectly shaped. Her smooth round buttocks, which were now a bright pink, were thrust out. Her pussy lips protruded from below. Through the pubic hair, they all could see her smooth, virgin, outer lips.
He reached his fingers into the tin and scooped out a big wad of semi-hard Ghee. He reached out and wiped it one Riya's left cheek.
"Now," said Rakesh, "no moving, Riya."
Satpal smeared another wad on her right cheek, and set the tin down.
She kept herself from flinching as she felt his hands reach out and slowly began to rub the Ghee across her bottom.
Her buttocks began to shine as Satpal massaged her cheeks as he was polishing an apple. His face became red as he kneaded the globes.
The men all watched breathlessly as Satpal worked on her bottom, marveling the sight before them. Satpal began to move his thumb into the cleft between her cheeks.
Riya opened her eyes in horror at this fresh intrusion and was shocked to see Jeet and his video camera. He was shooting her from the front as Satpal was massaging and mauling her buttocks. She desperately wanted Jeet to stop filming her degradation and looked around for Rakesh. Horror of horrors! Rakesh was behind her with his video camera running. Beaten, she tried hard to ignore the cameras, and what was happening to her. Jeet moved from side to side keeping the camera focussed on Riya's the whole time.
Satpal couldn't help himself any longer, and he slowly pushed his index finger against Riya's asshole. He pushed the greasy finger in.
"AARRGGG..." Riya let out a gasp, and her bottom cheeks clenched instinctively, unintentionally gripping and holding the invading finger. But otherwise, she didn't move. She was too shocked.
"YEAHHHHHH," a chorus of male voices cheered.
Satpal slowly pulled the thick finger almost all the way out, and then inserted it back again, this time the full length. His red face began puff for air. He looked as though he might have a heart attack at any moment.
Finally Satpal pulled his finger out of her ass. He stepped back to let Rakesh do a final zoom on to Riya’s glistening bottom and the protruding pussy beneath. The other men just stared at the sight in front of them. It was a dream like reality for them.
"Very good, Riya," said Rakesh at-last, setting aside the video camera. "I am glad that you're learning."
He picked up her panties and @jeans and walked over to the sink near the booths. He turned on the tap and drenched her panties under it.
"Okay," he said, "come on down."
Slowly the humiliated girl lifted herself off of the table and spun around. She stood by the table and hung her head down in shame, avoiding eye contact the men. Her luscious dark hair fell about her face. She placed her hands demurely over her pubic bush.
Rakesh handed her the sopping wet panties.
"Go ahead and put these back on," he said.
Without looking up, she reached up and took the wet underwear and stepped into them. She quickly drew them up the length of her legs. Water dripped down her thighs.
"These too," said Rakesh, handing her the @jeans.
She pulled the @jeans on over the wet panties. She was totally humiliated, and stood with her hair hanging down around her face.
"Well," said Rakesh, collecting another bunch of notes offered by the truck drivers. "I'd like to thank you for your hospitality." He said to Satpal.
Satpal could hardly speak. He just stared at Riya. He nodded his head.
"You guys can stop by anytime," he managed to say at-last. "And you, dear, you're welcome ANYWHERE, ANYTIME."
The men all laughed.
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Part 27
Riya's mind was in a whirl of emotions as she sat in the backseat of the car. Her sopping wet panties were dripping under her @jeans. Whatever else it did, the ice water had helped the burning of her now twice spanked bottom. It didn't hurt nearly as much as her pride. Her pride was devastated. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She couldn't believe that some horrible, disgusting man had put his finger inside her ass. It was the vilest and sickest thing she could imagine. She had never heard of anything so shameful. She was numb.
Rakesh and Tarun got in the back seat on either side of her. Ajit was going to drive again with Jeet sitting next to him.
Ajit switched on the air conditioner and all of them pulled up the window glasses. The car started up, and they pulled out. She sat there simply staring out of the front windshield, trying to come to terms with all that had happened in these last few hours. She saw Ajit adjust the rearview mirror, on the windshield. Instinctively she knew he was now looking at her through the mirror. What is going to happen?
Meanwhile, Jeet took out the video camera, sat sideways focussing on the back seat.
"I'll tell you where," said Rakesh addressing nobody in particular. He is now totally in charge of the situation.
Riya felt the camera lens closing in on her and Rakesh. She tried to concentrate on getting to the bungalow and seeing the other girls. This test had gone too far and become her worst nightmare.
Rakesh, who was sitting on her right, slipped his left arm around her shoulders. With his free hand he pulled her hair back behind her, exposing her front encased in the far too small bikini.
She could feel the stares. And the camera lens so close by.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh, "I have a little confession to make."
She felt his hand gently stroke her hair. Slowly it began to move down her neck. He began to caress the skin along her collarbone.
She didn't move.
"You see," he continued, "we're not really going to any bungalow of Kiran’s."
"What..." she turned her head to face him.
"Well," he looked her in the eye. "We will be going to other places."
She heard the other guys snigger.
"AND," he continued with a sarcastic voice, "you're going to have a chance to... be the star of your first film. I can’t say if the Sensors are going to pass it though"
Laughter all around.
Tears welled up in Riya's eyes.
"Please..." she said. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Please, hasn't this...Oh God...hasn't this been enough?"
Rakesh's palm slid down over the bikini top and covered her left breast. He cupped it in his palm gently rubbing it. She could feel the warmth of his paw over her nipples through the thin fabric.
A sob came out of her mouth as he started rubbing the exposed flesh on the sides with his fingers. "Oh my God, please..." she repeated.
With his left hand, Rakesh pulled aside the bikini top from her left breast. With his right hand he reached in and scooped it out of the top.
Jeet’ s camera leaned forward towards the exposed breast. It was hardly a few inches away from it.
Riya resisted the temptation to reach up. She looked up out of the corner of her eye through the window at the traffic going by. She blinked through her tears as she saw several cars go by without paying any attention to them. She hoped no one would be able to see in.
Rakesh moved his hands over to her other breast, and scooped it out too.
Riya began to cry openly.
"You see," continued Rakesh. He went to her nipples and started to tease them with his fingertips. Riya's chest started to heave in nervous response. "The test is for the whole weekend, and each new girl gets the chance to show her acting talents in my version of playboy videos". He bent over and kissed her nipples holding each one of them between his lips for a while, relishing the sensation.
"Please, please stop..." she cried, "I can't...I just can't take this..."
Rakesh reached over Riya’s back and untied the straps of her bikini. "This won’t be required now," he said taking it off her body and throwing it aside.
All three guys and the video camera stared at her renewed nakedness.
Rakesh tongued her left nipple teasingly. Soon, despite herself, Riya felt it became erect and wet with his saliva.
"Sure you can," he continued, going on to her right breast. This time he deliberately ignored the nipple. Instead, he tongued and teased the aureole around it taking care not to touch the nipple. To his delight this one too started becoming hard and erect despite his not touching it. "That's why we work so patiently with our stars; so they can lose their inhibitions one by one before they are ready for the main film. And I might say we have progressed well so far, haven’t we? Look at yourself!"
She was so helpless. She just sat there crying with her hands in her lap as he played with her breasts, sucking her erect nipples one after another. The others watched in silence as Jeet continued to shoot. He even started directing Rakesh as the later played with her breasts.
"You see," Rakesh said drawing back, "aside from computers, video and other multi-media are my other hobbies."
"Now Riya, Let us test your progress. Here is another test. Lean back, look at the camera, guide my face it to your nipples, loosely close your eyes and moan seductively" he said.
Riya’s recoiled with horror. Yet, she didn’t want to invite another punishment, God knows what it could be this time.
She did as she was told. She held Rakesh’s chin with her right hand and brought it to her right nipple, closed her eyes and moaned, all the time looking at the lens.
She didn’t feel seductive at all.
"That’s good. Now show me your love. Feed me." commanded Rakesh softly.
Resigned, she leaned forward thrusting her right nipple into his open, wet mouth.
"There… both of us are now on film together. So you now know that I wouldn’t risk sharing the film with others. Trust me and follow instructions, you will be fine. I promise," Rakesh said looking up from her breast.
Riya nodded her head meekly, wondering how much she could trust him. She knew she had no choice but to do as told for the rest of the trip. Little did she know that Rakesh had already collected advance money from his underground connections for her videos.
"Ajit," said Rakesh without lifting his head off her breasts, "In another 20 minutes we will get to an intersection. There turn right and head for the Rainbow Motel a mile down the road."
"Just think," said Rakesh, looking up at Riya. "you're going to get a chance to be a star, so early in your career. Your mother wanted you to be an actress, didn’t she!"
He sucked on her nipples some more and finally gave her back the top.
Part 28
The reality of the situation set in on Riya as she watched the traffic pass by the car window. She was very uncomfortable in the wet panties and could see the wet outline through her @jeans.
Even though Rakesh had allowed her to put on the top, she realized that she was a virtual slave to the four men in the car. It was really just that simple. She'd had to sit there while Rakesh bared her breasts and played with them before these guys. He had pictures and videos of her in the most terrible situations imaginable and if they got around she would be totally ruined. Worse even, if her father saw them it would kill him and she'd rather die herself than let that happen. The worst part about it was that Rakesh knew it too. She could tell that even if he did not know exactly why, he knew she would do whatever he told her from now on.
She wondered what he meant by "playboy" type of film. She had heard that some of the girls in the acting club did get some ad-film jobs. Mostly local stuff, but they were excited about it none-the-less. Riya was certainly not interested all. But she suspected that it wasn't what he was talking about.
It didn't take long to get to the Rainbow Motel. It was one of those typical looking motels that have come up along the high way in the last decade; plain and square, and barely occupied. It looked as though it hadn't been painted since it opened. The neon sign was missing several letters. They turned into to the parking lot, which was empty, and pulled into a space near to the office.
"Okay," said Rakesh, "Riya and I will go in and get the rooms."
She was surprised that he wanted her to go into to the office with him, and immediately thought of her wet pants. It would look like she had wet them. Rakesh opened to the door and got out of to the car. He held it open for Riya. Reluctantly, she slid over and stepped out. Once again, she felt embarrassed in the skimpy bikini top. It looked obscene. She felt like a whore in a sleazy place. She looked down at her @jeans and saw to the wet outline of her panties.
Rakesh smiled at her as he saw it too.
"It will look as if we were too late getting here," he laughed.
She blushed bright red.
Covering her chest with her forearms as much as she could, she followed Rakesh into the small, dingy office. It smelled stale cigarette smoke and the paint peeled off from the walls at several places. An old aged guy sat behind the desk under a big sign that read "Check Out: 12:00 Noon. Ask for Special Hourly Rates" He was tall and bald, and as they got closer, Riya noticed that he had white hair growing out of his nose and ears. Hearing them approach, he looked up boringly. When he noticed her, his eyes widened.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a put on smile, his eyes immediately checking out Riya and her skimpy bikini top.
Rakesh said yes, and asked for two rooms. She learned that she would be in his room, while the other three guys shared. Throughout the conversation, the desk clerk kept stealing glances at Riya's creamy boobs. She stood nervously, fidgeting.
"Say," said Rakesh after they had finished with the business. "Are you guys very busy now?"
"Naw," replied to the clerk, addressing both of them. "It's kind of almost empty. You are about the only customers we have today."
"Well," Rakesh continued, "I'm a film director, and Riya here is training to be our new heroine. And well, I was wondering if we might do a little bit of shooting a little later in the evening."
To the clerk looked at Riya. His eyes went up and down her body for a hundredth time. He cleared his throat and looked at Rakesh.
"Well, I'm not too sure," he replied cannily. "You know, management and rules and stuff."
Rakesh didn’t reply. He just waited for the old man to complete his spiel.
"What have you got in mind?" asked the clerk finally. His eyes drifted back over to Riya, causing her to shiver.
"Well," said Rakesh, "I'm looking to get some good swimwear shots. And a little bit of video shooting to train our new heroine here" He turned and looked at Riya.
Suddenly the door behind the leering clerk opened and two younger men entered the office. They were both were obviously workers at the motel. They stopped short as they saw Rakesh and the clerk staring at Riya. They did likewise.
"This guy here," to the clerk told the two employees, "is a film director." He turned to Riya, "and this here is his would-be-heroine."
The two guys looked at her and nodded their heads enthusiastically.
"Isn't she something?" Rakesh said conversationally as if talking to old pals. "Doesn't she have a great body for a heroine?"
She began to blush as she felt their eyes on her.
The men just stared trying to size her up.
"Bring down your hands and turn around nice and slow for us, Riya," asked Rakesh.
She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
She dropped her hands slowly and began to pivot on her left foot and turn her body around. She stopped when her back was facing them.
"Looks like she had an emergency in her pants," the clerk said noticing the dark patch on her @jeans.
The men laughed.
Riya's waited with bated breath.
The room went quiet and she waited for Rakesh to tell her what to do next.
"Turn all the way around," he said.
She pivoted back to face them again and stared down at to the floor. She couldn't look at them. She knew that their eyes would be roving all over her breasts. She was helpless.
"You know," said Rakesh, turning to the clerk. "I think I'd also like to get a few shots of her without her top on. Do you think would that be okay too."
The clerk swallowed with difficulty. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. "Well, ahhhh..." he muttered.
Riya's face flooded with color.
Rakesh leaned forward confidentially. The clerk did likewise. Rakesh whispered something into his ear.
"Yeah, well..." said to the clerk. He looked over to Riya. "That'll be okay," he said. He looked very nervous.
"Great." said Rakesh. He picked up to the keys from to the counter.
"Why don't you wait right here, Riya," said Rakesh as he walked towards to the door, "I will bring in the bags."
She looked at him pleadingly not to leave her alone with these strangers.
He stopped, turned back and smiled.
"And you behave yourself."
He left the room.
Part 29
Riya watched him walk out of the office. She stared at the door, hardly able to turn and face to the three strange men.
For a while they all stood there, watching and waiting. Riya’s heart was pumping with apprehension. What now?
At last, the clerk cleared his throat. She lifted her head and saw that he was staring at her. The two other men were as well, though they looked confused. The clerk clearly looked at though he was trying to think of something to say. Riya's feet felt rooted to the spot. There was no sound except the little fan spinning above to the desk. The silence was tormenting.
"So," said to the nervous clerk finally, "Have you acted in any films so far. eh?"
Oh God. Now she had to talk to him.
"No… well not really; I mean, yes sort of…" Riya replied.
She realized she had better not contradict what Rakesh had said.
"I mean, well, I’m only just starting. "
"Oh," said to the clerk. He looked flustered. His tongue came out and ran across his dry lips. The two work men looked at him expectantly.
"Well," he said.
He cleared his throat again.
"Well, you should do well… I mean… you look like a heroine."
he looked at the other guys and then looked back at Riya.
"Don’t you think guys? "
They nodded enthusiastically.
"At least… um… from what we have seen so far." One of them said nervously.
She looked down in misery at her bare feet.
Suddenly she realized Rakesh had set her up with them! And she had to do what they said!! That is what he meant when he asked her to behave!
She felt a wave of nausea.
"This new film of yours, your Director tells me that it will have a lot of HOT scenes. Will you be acting topless in it?"
She didn’t know what to say. She kept quiet.
"It certainly takes a lot of courage to do those bold scenes, doesn’t it boys?" he asked again. His voice gaining confidence.
She felt dizzy with anxiety.
"I… I… don’t know…" she replied, barely above a whisper.
"Well," said the clerk, taking hold of the situation. "I think me and the boys here are pretty good judges."
"Yes," chimed in one of to the men.
"Why don't you go ahead and show us and we'll tell you what we think. Here let me play some music. Show us how well you can dance" the clerk said switching on a tape recorder.
"KAANTA LAGAA..…" filled the room.
"Please," she said, "someone might come in..."
"Naw, it's real empty. No other guests tonight," said the clerk.
The two work men came out from around to the counter to get a better look. They moved towards her, stopping a few feet away.
"Come on, lady," said the clerk, doing likewise to stand right in front of her. The three men formed a half circle in front of her. Anticipation and lust radiated off of their eyes. They looked like children about to taste their first lollipop.
Sensing there is no alternative but to dance, Riya concentrated on the song remembering the music video she had seen on TV, her feet tapping tentatively to the beat.
"Here let me show you" came forward one of the younger employees. He wasn’t a bad dancer – he managed to do a few bumps and grinds just like the girl on TV.
InPart 30
"Well," he said, "what’s going on here."
"Oh nothing. We just wanted to see how good is your heroine is at dancing." Said the clerk, winking at Rakesh.
"I see no harm in entertaining our hosts a little. It would make a good practice session too. Riya, while you are at it, why don't you take-off your top too. It would be a nice DRESS REHEARSAL for our main film. Or, should I say undress rehearsal!"
Trapped once again, Riya looked at the motel employees and at Rakesh. Her eyes pleaded with him not to do this. Rakesh remained unmoved. Instead, he unzipped one of the bags and took out his video camera.
Resigned, Riya closed her eyes and reached behind her bikini top. She started to untie the knot.
"That's right," said the clerk. His breath started to wheeze.
Slowly, the knot came lose spilling her breasts from the confines of the top. The top hung loosely over her freed breasts, barely covering her nipples only.
"Riya, hold on there for a moment" Rakesh said from behind his camera. He circled around her covering her from all angles.
"SHIIIIIIIIIT" said one of the employees. "It’s like real shooting"
"Oh my GOD," said the other.
Rakesh gave a thumbs up to the clerk.
"Take it off completely" said the emboldened clerk, enjoying power over a woman for to the first time.
Riya closed her eyes tightly and untied the knot behind her neck. The top fell away at her feet, her large nude breasts exposed to total strangers for the third time in the day.
Rakesh continued to move about her panning her from head to toe.
"Why not rewind the song and start from the beginning." He said.
Mesmerized, the clerk reached for the tape recorder and rewound the song.
"Riya," Rakesh said, "time to put on a little show for our audience here."
All of them looked down at her bare breasts; the old clerk particularly salivating in anticipation.
Closing her eyes tightly Riya began moving in tune with the music. She couldn’t think of the consequences of disobeying Rakesh again. She willed her mind and body to concentrate on the song. Her movements were tentative at first; soon she could find her rhythm to the beat.
The motel employees were spellbound. It was obvious that they had never seen anything like this. They stood rooted to wherever they were. Initially her firm, large breasts bobbed gently as she took the first few tentative steps. As her steps became faster her breasts started dancing up and down as if they had a life of their own. It was a show they were unlikely to forget till their last living day.
It was also a revelation of different sorts for Rakesh. "Whoever would have thought that this demure girl could be transformed to this extent in barely twenty four hours" he thought in amazement . He made a mental note to give a special bonus to Kiran for making this wonderful weekend possible.
As the song finished, Rakesh went up to Riya and tapped her shoulders.
She opened her eyes to a wild applause from the motel workers. Her face turned red in shame.
"Good show Riya!" said Rakesh picking up her top from the floor and pocketing it. "Let us now go check our room. We have a long evening ahead of us".
He circled his hand over her waist led her out.
Behind them, the men were still recovering from the show put on by her. The clerk called back at Rakesh saying that they could stay as long as they wish and it would be entirely on the house.
Topless, Riya curled up her arms against her chest as he led her out of the office and onto the stairs towards their room. She was desperate to reach the safety of the room before running into people as she was. Jeet and others who watched the dance from the out side broke into another round of clapping and hooting as she emerged from the office. Riya couldn’t bear to look at them, she hung her head down in shame as Rakesh led her up the stairs. the middle of it, suddenly the door creaked open. It was Rakesh carrying in the bags.
Rakesh led Riya to their room. He dropped the luggage on the bed and turned to her saying "OK Riya, from now on its - Acting time! I'm sure you don't want to look too modest in those @jeans so get the rest of the bikini on and do your make-up. I'm going next door for a beer with the guys. Join us in five minutes or there will be another punishment." He left closing the door behind him without giving her a chance to say anything.
Left alone after a long time, Riya sobbed quietly to herself. Thoughts of running away were dashed by the realization that they had all that film of her. Slowly she removed the @jeans and panties and pulled on the bikini bottoms from her bag.
If she had been embarrassed by how little the bikini top covered, she was devastated and crestfallen to find that the bottoms were, if anything, even skimpier. At the back, the half inch wide string like material disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, firm globes completely exposed. The little strip at the front barely covered the triangle of her pubic hair. To her horror, she noticed a few pubic hairs appearing at the sides.
Afraid of getting late, Riya's sobs of humiliation continued as she took out the make-up and hurriedly fixed her lips and eye shadow. Looking at the clock she ran out to the next door room, anxious to avoid giving the sinister trio any excuse to be alone with her.
She could hear the boys laughing and joking and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" came Rakesh's voice.
"Its me, Riya" she almost whispered.
"What are you wearing Riya?" the voice demanded.
"The bikini, like you said" she replied.
"Anything else Riya?"
"No nothing else" she bit her lips in shame and frustration.
She gasped as she saw from the corner of her eye that the two men from the clerk's room were now sitting on a bench by the swimming pool - not even five yards away. They were obviously waiting for her to come out in the new outfit!
"Please can I come in?" Riya stuttered.
"Sure Riya" Rakesh drawled "in just a moment. We need to check you're properly dressed first. Have you pulled the bikini pants up nice and tight Riya?"
"Yes..yes I have. Plea…… please can I come in now?"
"Well Riya" the voice from behind the door continued "it's a mistake first-time actresses often make - leaving the panties too loose. Tell you what, just to make sure grab them at the sides and pull them up as far as they'll go. Oh, and I think I saw our friends from the motel staff out there. Go and ask them whether they look OK or whether they could be any tighter.
Riya really cried now. "Oh please don't make me do it - please".
Rakesh was obviously right on the other side of the door as his voice boomed out "Look Riya, you've forgotten our little chat. Do as you're told or Tarun will come out and get the bikini and you can take your chances with our friends."
Riya knew she was defeated again. Trying not to look at her audience she pulled at the sides of the bikini bottoms. She felt the string material ride higher into her ass crack. Turning to the leering men, eyes downcast she whispered "Are they OK?"
The men still weren't sure what was going on, but they were smart enough to realise the stunning girl standing in front of them was powerless. "Well honey, I'm not sure" one of them answered, a lecherous grin on his face. "They still look a bit loose to me. Pull the front up a bit higher."
Riya bit her lip as she tried to pull up the material further. She felt the material at the front dig around the mound of her pussy and tried not to think of the sight she was presenting to the coarse workmen in front of her.
"Is that OK now?" she almost begged still pulling and desperate for this to get over.
The guys felt themselves getting hard as the material stretched further around her pussy lips outlining them like a second skin. The lips were now straining against the flimsy material. As the material contracted and slid inwards, her dark bush slipped out on either side. The guys were so taken in by the sight they almost forgot to blink their eyes. They wanted to see even more. Her abject surrender heightened their desire and the feeling of power they held over her.
One of them managed to say in a hoarse whisper, "I think one more tug in the middle would get them just right, don't you?" With her eyes on the ground Riya did as she was told and felt the thin strip slide inside her pussy lips.
The men on the bench were now totally speechless. Their mouths were agape with lust and wonderment. The lower part of the bikini had almost disappeared inside her pussy separating her pussy lips apart. The lips bulged outwards revealing a hint of pink inner flesh. This unknown women’s modesty was totally and completely out in the open for them to stare and devour with their eyes.
Oh gods of great heaven! One of them cried out, unable to contain himself.
It seemed like ages before the one of them said "Well honey, that sure looks good and tight from here. Why don't you go on in and perhaps we'll see you later."
The look in his eyes left Riya in no doubt that he was hoping to see her humiliation continued.
Riya knocked on the door again.
"Yes?" came Rakesh's voice. "Its me. I'm ready now" Riya blurted out, desperate to get away from the leering men.
"Tell me Riya," Rakesh replied "are our friends happy that the bikini is tight in all the right places?"
"Yes, yes they are" Riya pleaded, tears choking her voice.
The door opened and Rakesh let out a low whistle as she entered. The other boys were lounging on the beds, beer cans in hand. "Riya, you do look like a proper actress now. Don't you think guys?" he laughed out loud.
They all grinned evilly as they took in the view of her nakedness, specially the half revealed pussy lips and bouncing globes of her ass as she walked to the center of the room. As she walked, dimples formed on her ass globes and Rakesh couldn’t help reaching out and smacking them playfully. The boys laughed out as if it were a good joke.
More tears tricked down Riya’s face.
"Why don't you stand over there and let the boys get a few shots in here before we move to the next scene. I'll run through the rules for the next session so we don't get any mistakes."
Riya stood to the middle of the room and the boys got out their cameras circling round her and snapping her from all angles.
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