Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Swati's mood is dark now, and Neetu can sense it like a live, hideous thing. 


Swati seems to sense Neetu's discomfort and says, “Sorry Neetu, I’m telling you all this…I’m dumping all this on you…I’m trying to sort through what happened. I don’t think it is such a good idea to continue this kind of thing. You know…but I can’t help myself. I am afraid…”

Neetu nods, her face now somber. She can feel the skin stretched taut over her cheekbones. Swati’s story is both exhilarating and deeply terrifying. She tries to get her visceral reactions under control. Her lubricating cunt for one thing, her tingling nipples for another. She can feel the buzz from the martinis they have drunk. Was it two or three? She can’t remember. 

“I understand.” She says. “But what are you going to do? If he calls, will you go? You could delete his number and maybe get him fired from the job, but there are too many people in the mix now for you to stop cold turkey. Besides, he knows where you live. That’s a problem.” 

Neetu thinks that if Prakash comes calling, Swati won’t be able to refuse him, resist him. She will go like a docile little lamb wherever he takes her, do whatever he tells her to do. Swati is more of a fuckdoll, a sex slave than she herself realizes. 

Swati nods. “Yes, he knows where I live. Maybe I could ask…”

“Who? Ramesh? isn’t he from the same chawl? Same kind of guy? Low class, filthy, just the kind of man you like to get fucked and humiliated by?” Neetu can’t control the venom and sarcasm in her voice. Perhaps, she thinks, I am just a teeny bit jealous of her.

“No, no. Ramesh is different. In fact he saved me that night. I haven’t told you all that happened that night, but I trust him implicitly. I’m just not sure if he can stop all those people. I mean, Prakash and Nawaz both know where I live. Inder, the IT guy is out of the picture right now, but if I complained to HR, I could get him fired…maybe Prakash too, but Nawaz I don’t know. Then there are all those videos that are online. I mean you can recognize me in them, I think.”

“Yeah, show me, and I’ll tell you.”

Swati taps on her phone, goes into incognito mode, and pulls up a video that Mahender has uploaded. It isn’t the most recent one, but not very old either. It is one of the bondage ones where she is hanging from the rafters facedown and being fucked at both ends. The shot has her in the frame, the men’s cocks but not their faces.

Neetu gasps at the images she sees, but can’t take her eyes away from it. When the clip ends, she rewinds and watched it again. 

Finally, she says, “I can tell it is you, but most people won’t be able to. And by the way, this is the sexiest porn video I’ve ever seen. The production is really good!”

“Mahender,” Swati says by way of answer. “He’s good. He uses a green screen sometimes and…see, here’s a clip showing me in Florida!”

Neetu looks at the images of Swati giving a double blowjob in front of a completely unpopulated Animal Kingdom.

“He got the footage from some holiday shot,” she said, “that’s why there’s no one else in the frame. 

Neetu looks carefully, and now she can see that the images are superimposed, but done so well, it is easy to imagine it is real. 

“There are ones in front of the Eiffel Tower and one in Niagara Falls also. The man is a genius.” She pauses. “Anyhow, that’s not the point. The point is how to get out of this.”

Neetu takes a reflective sip of her drink. She finishes her martini and signals for another. “Repeat,” she says under her breath, and the waiter understands the mimed word and scurries off to get another martini.
“How about the cops? Have you thought about that?”

Swati pouts. “You think I haven’t thought of that? Everything I did is by mutual consent…at least in the videos he has of me. It looks like that anyway. Can’t cry foul play at this stage.”

They talk a while more about possible courses of action, but nothing concrete emerges. 

Neetu finally says that the best course might be confessing everything, or at least to a semblance of the truth to Ashok and then relocate to a different city. Also, never to repeat what she had done here. But she is also curious about how that night at the mori ended. Swati had mentioned that Ramesh had saved her.

“Anyhow, what happened after that? You were chained to the tap in the mori at night, in the cold…so someone must have let you loose, right? Who? Prakash? Wait, no, you said Ramesh came, right?”

“No, not Prakash, he’s a monster…I think. No, I know. He’s a sadist, and he enjoys hurting me. At first, I thought it was all mutual, but it has mostly been him coming up with new ways to fuck me, hurt me, humiliate me, and I’ve gone along every time. I’ve never protested really, so I guess I thought it was all mutual consent, but not really. Anyhow, at the more, it was cold, so cold, and I was still wet, I could feel he chill of the ground seeping through me, and I suppose I must've been on the verge of hypothermia—I was exhausted and cold, and despite the discomfort and the difficult circumstances, I fell asleep."