18-06-2019, 04:53 PM
The voice laughed again. "I should have thought it was obvious. You, evidently. Or, rather, her. We want her. For more fun and games. Touchy-feely. Fuckety-fuckety. More porn film shooting. Today."
"Forget it."
"Please consider. I have prints and copies of the tapes at hand. Ready for circulation. The consequences could be unpleasant. Especially for her."
"Fuck off!"
"Be calm young man. Why don't you ask her? Think over it. I'll call back in five minutes. Incidentally, I should tell you this. The best footage in the film was shot by you."
The voice cackled.
The line went dead. Avinash dropped it, ashen-faced and turned to Kavita.
"They want us back, don't they?" she said in a dull voice, not looking up.
Avinash dropped his eyes, and didn't reply.
"They want me. They want to fuck me. All of them. And take more photographs. And movies."
"Yes," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Yes."
"It's blackmail."
"Yes."
Kavita closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. Avinash felt dizzy with the strain. He sank beside her.
"They'll call back." His voice was hard and flat.
"Yes."
"I'll say --"
"Yes. Say yes."
"What?" Avinash looked at her slowly.
"Say yes, Avinash. Say yes."
"Kavita!"
"Shut up, Avinash. We don't have a choice. They'll finish us! My parents will murder me! They'll die!"
"We -- we can't -- give in to this!"
"Oh? And what choice do we have?"
"We -- we could do something! We must do something!"
She looked at him, frighteningly calm, her eyes hard and flat, her voice cold.
"Really? What can we do? Go to the security officer? Tell our parents? And have these -- these things passed around the city? Don't be stupid, Avinash."
He buried his face in his hands and moaned softly. "Oh god, oh god, Kavita! How did we get into this?"
"By being careless. And stupid."
"I can't -- I can't bear it! I can't!"
"You'll have to. We'll have to."
"Kavita, I can't! I can't stand there and -- and just --"
"Watch? Why not? They're fucking me, aren't they? I'm the one who's going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. You just have to watch!"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kavita, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. But it can't be helped. They're going to do it."
"Oh god, oh god!"
"Little he can do. Or anyone else."
"Kavita -- let's -- let's run away -- we'll go some place – some place far --"
"Avinash, shut up." Her voice was cold, like steel.
She jerked his head up and looked him in the eye.
"Stop it. Stop it at once. Listen. These guys -- these animals -- they're going to fuck me today. D'you understand? They're going to put their cocks in my mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass.”
“They're going to keep fucking me till they're happy. And you're going to be there, Avinash, and you're going to watch them, to watch them fucking me like you do, fucking me hard. I want you there, Avinash.”
“I need you there. And I can't have you there crying and upset. You're going to watch them, and you're not going to show any feelings.”
“Do you understand? You are going to do this. We are going to do this! Do you understand?"
He looked at her silently, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded slowly. She smiled thinly.
"Good," she said, letting him go. "And another thing. When they fuck me, I will not resist or fight. I will do just the reverse. I will try and enjoy it. It's the only way to avoid getting hurt. We will have to make them happy, keep them happy. And you're not going to blow that, get it?"
"Yes," he mumbled, choking back a sob. "Yes. I understand."
The telephone rang. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Now tell them we'll be there. And then come inside. I want my butt fucked. If I'm going to be used as a whore, I might as well enjoy what I can."
She got up and walked out steadily, stripping off her clothes. Avinash stared at the receiver, ringing and ringing, and picked it up slowly.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Ah. Good morning, again. For a minute I thought you'd done something foolish."
"What time?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What time do you want us. And where."
The voice chuckled in pleasure. "Very wise. I see that better counsel has prevailed. Presumably hers. I rather imagine you wanted to run away or something equally stupid."
Avinash did not respond.
"Understand me well. Even if you killed yourselves, which would be a terrible waste, we would still have released the photographs.
Remember that. If we cannot touch you, we will get to those closest to you, those you leave behind."
"What time. Where."
The voice sighed. "Truly, the greatest tragedy of our age is that the art of conversation is dead. Killed by the telephone. Inter alia."
"Stop fucking around."
The voice laughed in delight. "Oh dear, oh dear. Such a fine turn of phrase! Or is it a Freudian slip? Fucking around is precisely what is on this afternoon's agenda. For both of you. Two o'clock. The same hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
"We'll be there."
"I imagine you will. Don't be late. And don't try anything stupid."
The connection broke. Slowly, Avinash replaced the receiver.
"Well?"
He turned around. Kavita was standing at the door, stark naked,
luscious, irresistible, one hand on her hip, the other on the door
frame.
"Two o'clock. At the hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
Kavita nodded. Avinash looked at her slowly, and she smiled seductively.
"I want to suck your cock. Come here."
"They want me, too."
"I want you, too. Fuck me. Hard."
In a daze, Avinash went up to her. She seemed unconcerned about what lay ahead, totally collected and calm. She kissed him lasciviously, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand squeezed his penis in his crotch.
Deftly, her fingers undid his fly and slipped between his thighs. He grunted as her fingers closed around his penis, and his hands slid up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement.
She slithered to her knees before him and took his penis in her mouth. Avinash groaned and arched his head, closing his eyes in surrender.
They fucked hard, for the better part of an hour, as though to exorcise the humiliation and shame and trauma of their existence. Avinash slammed his cock in and out of her cunt brutally, drawing shrill gasps of pleasure and pain from her.
Kavita begged him to fuck her harder, to take her ass. He fucked her butt deeply and quickly, sliding his cock into her ass as far it would go. Kavita whimpered and begged for more. Avinash slid in and out of her anus, gasping and groaning feverishly.
She came repeatedly, mouthing obscenities. Avinash went on and on, plunging in and out of her ass and then, unsated, fucked her cunt again, hard, taking her from behind. Kavita gasped and whimpered in pleasure, rocking back and forth on the living room floor, her breasts swinging and jiggling.
Avinash exploded at last, thrusting greedily into her flesh. He came with a shuddering cry, emptying himself in her hot, tight, convulsing cunt, flooding her flesh with his seed.
Beneath him, Kavita moaned joyfully, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs, her face creased with pleasure.
Later that afternoon, Avinash groaned to himself and fought to deny his erection. He adjusted the focus and smoothly zoomed in to a close-up. The video camera whirred softly. Avinash stared through the viewfinder.
Kavita's legs were spread open and the screen was filled with the sight of her cunt and the dark man's tongue flickering in her cunt-flesh. It rippled up and down and round and round in her cunt.
Kavita moaned loudly, clenching his head, moving it around between her thighs. Avinash straightened and watched her. She arched steeply, in unfaked pleasure, her mouth wide open, moaning thickly, obscenely.
The man slid a thick, long finger into her slit and she groaned as he started masturbating her. Her hips bucked and her body jerked on the bed as though she was being fucked, her breasts bouncing.
Avinash didn't know the man's name. Neither did she. He was a tall, immensely muscular black, probably Nigerian or a Creole. He had a sensuous, handsome face: Dark, piercing eyes, a strong, thick nose, full lips, a hard, square jaw.
He was clean-shaven. His neck was thick and bullish and his shoulders were huge, broad
and sprawling. The chest was deep and heavily cleaved and his torso tapered in a sharp V to narrow, high hips and taut buttocks.
His belly was hard and flat. His torso was smooth ebony, burnished, hairless. His arms and legs were thick, rounded with bunches of muscle. His circumcised penis was enormous:
"Forget it."
"Please consider. I have prints and copies of the tapes at hand. Ready for circulation. The consequences could be unpleasant. Especially for her."
"Fuck off!"
"Be calm young man. Why don't you ask her? Think over it. I'll call back in five minutes. Incidentally, I should tell you this. The best footage in the film was shot by you."
The voice cackled.
The line went dead. Avinash dropped it, ashen-faced and turned to Kavita.
"They want us back, don't they?" she said in a dull voice, not looking up.
Avinash dropped his eyes, and didn't reply.
"They want me. They want to fuck me. All of them. And take more photographs. And movies."
"Yes," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Yes."
"It's blackmail."
"Yes."
Kavita closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. Avinash felt dizzy with the strain. He sank beside her.
"They'll call back." His voice was hard and flat.
"Yes."
"I'll say --"
"Yes. Say yes."
"What?" Avinash looked at her slowly.
"Say yes, Avinash. Say yes."
"Kavita!"
"Shut up, Avinash. We don't have a choice. They'll finish us! My parents will murder me! They'll die!"
"We -- we can't -- give in to this!"
"Oh? And what choice do we have?"
"We -- we could do something! We must do something!"
She looked at him, frighteningly calm, her eyes hard and flat, her voice cold.
"Really? What can we do? Go to the security officer? Tell our parents? And have these -- these things passed around the city? Don't be stupid, Avinash."
He buried his face in his hands and moaned softly. "Oh god, oh god, Kavita! How did we get into this?"
"By being careless. And stupid."
"I can't -- I can't bear it! I can't!"
"You'll have to. We'll have to."
"Kavita, I can't! I can't stand there and -- and just --"
"Watch? Why not? They're fucking me, aren't they? I'm the one who's going to be fucked and fucked and fucked. You just have to watch!"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kavita, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. But it can't be helped. They're going to do it."
"Oh god, oh god!"
"Little he can do. Or anyone else."
"Kavita -- let's -- let's run away -- we'll go some place – some place far --"
"Avinash, shut up." Her voice was cold, like steel.
She jerked his head up and looked him in the eye.
"Stop it. Stop it at once. Listen. These guys -- these animals -- they're going to fuck me today. D'you understand? They're going to put their cocks in my mouth, and in my cunt, and in my ass.”
“They're going to keep fucking me till they're happy. And you're going to be there, Avinash, and you're going to watch them, to watch them fucking me like you do, fucking me hard. I want you there, Avinash.”
“I need you there. And I can't have you there crying and upset. You're going to watch them, and you're not going to show any feelings.”
“Do you understand? You are going to do this. We are going to do this! Do you understand?"
He looked at her silently, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded slowly. She smiled thinly.
"Good," she said, letting him go. "And another thing. When they fuck me, I will not resist or fight. I will do just the reverse. I will try and enjoy it. It's the only way to avoid getting hurt. We will have to make them happy, keep them happy. And you're not going to blow that, get it?"
"Yes," he mumbled, choking back a sob. "Yes. I understand."
The telephone rang. She smiled. "Good," she said. "Now tell them we'll be there. And then come inside. I want my butt fucked. If I'm going to be used as a whore, I might as well enjoy what I can."
She got up and walked out steadily, stripping off her clothes. Avinash stared at the receiver, ringing and ringing, and picked it up slowly.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Ah. Good morning, again. For a minute I thought you'd done something foolish."
"What time?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What time do you want us. And where."
The voice chuckled in pleasure. "Very wise. I see that better counsel has prevailed. Presumably hers. I rather imagine you wanted to run away or something equally stupid."
Avinash did not respond.
"Understand me well. Even if you killed yourselves, which would be a terrible waste, we would still have released the photographs.
Remember that. If we cannot touch you, we will get to those closest to you, those you leave behind."
"What time. Where."
The voice sighed. "Truly, the greatest tragedy of our age is that the art of conversation is dead. Killed by the telephone. Inter alia."
"Stop fucking around."
The voice laughed in delight. "Oh dear, oh dear. Such a fine turn of phrase! Or is it a Freudian slip? Fucking around is precisely what is on this afternoon's agenda. For both of you. Two o'clock. The same hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
"We'll be there."
"I imagine you will. Don't be late. And don't try anything stupid."
The connection broke. Slowly, Avinash replaced the receiver.
"Well?"
He turned around. Kavita was standing at the door, stark naked,
luscious, irresistible, one hand on her hip, the other on the door
frame.
"Two o'clock. At the hotel. Suite five-oh-one."
Kavita nodded. Avinash looked at her slowly, and she smiled seductively.
"I want to suck your cock. Come here."
"They want me, too."
"I want you, too. Fuck me. Hard."
In a daze, Avinash went up to her. She seemed unconcerned about what lay ahead, totally collected and calm. She kissed him lasciviously, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand squeezed his penis in his crotch.
Deftly, her fingers undid his fly and slipped between his thighs. He grunted as her fingers closed around his penis, and his hands slid up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement.
She slithered to her knees before him and took his penis in her mouth. Avinash groaned and arched his head, closing his eyes in surrender.
They fucked hard, for the better part of an hour, as though to exorcise the humiliation and shame and trauma of their existence. Avinash slammed his cock in and out of her cunt brutally, drawing shrill gasps of pleasure and pain from her.
Kavita begged him to fuck her harder, to take her ass. He fucked her butt deeply and quickly, sliding his cock into her ass as far it would go. Kavita whimpered and begged for more. Avinash slid in and out of her anus, gasping and groaning feverishly.
She came repeatedly, mouthing obscenities. Avinash went on and on, plunging in and out of her ass and then, unsated, fucked her cunt again, hard, taking her from behind. Kavita gasped and whimpered in pleasure, rocking back and forth on the living room floor, her breasts swinging and jiggling.
Avinash exploded at last, thrusting greedily into her flesh. He came with a shuddering cry, emptying himself in her hot, tight, convulsing cunt, flooding her flesh with his seed.
Beneath him, Kavita moaned joyfully, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs, her face creased with pleasure.
Later that afternoon, Avinash groaned to himself and fought to deny his erection. He adjusted the focus and smoothly zoomed in to a close-up. The video camera whirred softly. Avinash stared through the viewfinder.
Kavita's legs were spread open and the screen was filled with the sight of her cunt and the dark man's tongue flickering in her cunt-flesh. It rippled up and down and round and round in her cunt.
Kavita moaned loudly, clenching his head, moving it around between her thighs. Avinash straightened and watched her. She arched steeply, in unfaked pleasure, her mouth wide open, moaning thickly, obscenely.
The man slid a thick, long finger into her slit and she groaned as he started masturbating her. Her hips bucked and her body jerked on the bed as though she was being fucked, her breasts bouncing.
Avinash didn't know the man's name. Neither did she. He was a tall, immensely muscular black, probably Nigerian or a Creole. He had a sensuous, handsome face: Dark, piercing eyes, a strong, thick nose, full lips, a hard, square jaw.
He was clean-shaven. His neck was thick and bullish and his shoulders were huge, broad
and sprawling. The chest was deep and heavily cleaved and his torso tapered in a sharp V to narrow, high hips and taut buttocks.
His belly was hard and flat. His torso was smooth ebony, burnished, hairless. His arms and legs were thick, rounded with bunches of muscle. His circumcised penis was enormous:
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