Fantasy Katrina Kaif Humiliated and Blackmailed

[Chuland]

PART 1

Katrina Kaif, the reigning queen of Bollywood, strode through the bustling airport with an air of confidence that could only be described as a force field. Her entourage of assistants, stylists, and security trailed behind her, a stark contrast to the way she moved, unbothered by the flashing cameras and eager fans. It was another ordinary day in her glamorous life, or so it seemed.

Raj, a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor, manned the VIP lounge, eyes scanning the throngs of people for any signs of trouble. His job as an airport manager was often thankless, but he took pride in maintaining order amidst the chaos. He had seen his fair share of celebrities come and go, but none had left an impression quite like Katrina had. That day she had dismissed him with a cold "dur raho," a simple phrase that had stung like a bee.

As fate would have it, Katrina's path intersected with his again as she approached the security checkpoint. Her entourage fussed around her, trying to keep the paparazzi at bay, as she placed her belongings into the tray to be scanned. A sly smile crept across Raj's face as he watched her every move from his control room, his eyes flicking to the security panel. With a quick tap of his fingers, he triggered a false alarm, and the scanners blazed to life.

The metallic screech pierced the air, and the conveyor belt abruptly halted. The crowd's murmurs grew into a cacophony of whispers as security guards rushed over to the bewildered star. Katrina's heart skipped a beat, her perfect poise cracking for a split second. The flashing lights reflected in her wide eyes as she looked around, unsure of what was happening. The guards began a thorough pat-down, and she could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in her cheeks.

"Ma'am, you have to come with us," said one of the security officers, his tone firm but polite. Katrina's entourage protested, their voices a blur of indignant protests. But she knew better than to argue with airport security, especially when it came to matters of national security. With a heavy sigh, she followed the guard, her stilettos clicking on the cold, hard floor.

The private room they escorted her to was stark and unwelcoming. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an unflattering glow on the gray walls. A metal chair sat in the center, surrounded by stern-faced officers. She could feel their judgment, their eyes raking over her glamourous attire, her body, and the glint of her diamond studs. The door slammed shut behind her, and the sudden claustrophobia made her chest tighten.

Katrina's heart raced as the security manager, a man named Raj, stepped into the room. His eyes met hers, and she recognized the smug look from their previous encounter. He was the one who had engineered this entire fiasco. "Ma'am, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have to follow protocol," he said, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to lash out.

The white t-shirt she had chosen for her flight, which had once been a symbol of comfortable travel style, now felt like a prison. It clung to her body, revealing more than she had ever intended. Her breasts, usually hidden beneath layers of designer clothing and make-up, were now on display for these strange men to see. The fabric ended just above the lacy edge of her bra, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cool air of the room seemed to bite at her exposed skin, making her feel both vulnerable and infuriated.

Her eyes narrowed at Raj as he took a seat across from her, his gaze unapologetically lingering on her chest. She could feel the weight of his stare, and it made her want to scream. But she knew better than to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she raised her chin and stared right back, challenging him to break the silence first.

"I have to board that flight," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'm sure there's some mistake. You know who I am, right?"

Raj nodded, his smugness not wavering. "Yes, ma'am. We're aware of your identity. However, the scanner detected something suspicious, and we must investigate." His eyes never left her chest, and she felt a fresh wave of anger wash over her. This was humiliating. She was Katrina Kaif, not some commoner who could be treated like this.

"Fine," she spat through clenched teeth. "But make it quick. I don't have all day for your petty games."

Raj leaned back in his chair, his smugness unyielding. "Ma'am, I assure you, this is not a game. Security is of the utmost importance here."

Katrina's blood boiled, but she remained seated, her legs crossed and arms folded tightly across her chest in a feeble attempt to cover herself. She watched as he picked up the phone and made a call. "Yes, we need to search her," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. The way he enunciated 'search' made it sound like a dirty word, and she felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine.

The room grew hotter, or so it seemed, as the moments ticked by. The anticipation was unbearable, and she could almost feel the eyes of the guards burning into her. Finally, the phone call ended, and Raj nodded at the officers standing by the door. "Bring in the female search team," he instructed, his voice low and authoritative.

Katrina felt a jolt of fear at his words. A search implied invasiveness, a violation of her privacy. She was used to being in control, dictating every aspect of her public life. But here, in this cold, stark room, she was utterly powerless. Her entourage had been left outside, and she was surrounded by strangers in uniforms.

"Raj," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "You know I don't have anything on me. Can't you just... let me go?"

Raj leaned forward, his expression unchanged. "Ma'am, I'm afraid I must insist. For everyone's safety, we need to confirm that there are no prohibited substances in your possession." His eyes remained on hers, unyielding.

The door opened, and a team of female officers entered the room, their faces a mix of professionalism and curiosity. They approached Katrina, and she felt a cold hand on her arm, guiding her to stand. She tried to pull away, but the grip was firm, almost painful. The room was spinning, and she could feel the tears threatening to spill over. This was not the glamourous life she had signed up for.

The officers began their meticulous search, their hands moving over her body, feeling every inch of her. Katrina's face burned with humiliation as they checked her pockets, her shoes, and even her hair. Each touch felt like a violation, stripping away the layers of her celebrity armor and leaving her bare. She could hear the murmurs outside the room, the whispers of the watching crowd, and she knew her privacy was in shambles.

Suddenly, one of the female officers spoke up, her voice sharp and clear. "Sir, we have found a banned substance in her luggage." The words hung in the air like a lead balloon, and Katrina's heart dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fear and
anger.

Raj's smug expression grew into a triumphant smirk. He had been waiting for this moment, the moment where he could bring her down from her high horse. "Ma'am," he said, his tone now one of absolute authority. "You're under arrest for the possession of a controlled substance."

The color drained from Katrina's face, and she felt the ground beneath her give way. This couldn't be happening. She had never even seen those pills before. Panic set in, her mind racing with thoughts of scandals and headlines that would ruin her career. "This is a mistake," she protested, her voice shaking. "I don't know how those got there. You have to believe me!"

Raj's smugness grew as he watched her crumble. He knew that this was his chance to show her that she wasn't above the law, that she couldn't always have her way. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we have to take this very seriously. You're being detained until the matter can be sorted out."

Katrina's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, a way out of this nightmare. "Please, Raj," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "I have a flight to catch. I can't miss it. I'm telling you, I'm innocent." Her hands fluttered to her chest, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Raj's smirk grew wider. He knew he had her cornered now. "Ma'am," he said, his voice dripping with faux sympathy, "you're a celebrity. You're not above the law. We need to sort this out before you can leave." He nodded to the officers, who stepped forward, ready to cuff her.

Katrina's heart raced as the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked around her wrists. She had never felt so exposed and powerless in her life. Her mind raced with the consequences of this arrest. The tabloids would have a field day, and her reputation would be tarnished forever. She had to find a way out of this. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "You have to believe me. I'm telling you the truth. I don't know how those pills got there. You can check my phone, my bag, everything. I have nothing to hide."

Raj's expression remained unchanged, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Ma'am, it's out of my hands now. The law must take its course." He nodded to the officers, who began to lead her away.

Katrina was escorted to a nearby cell, the cold reality of the situation setting in with every step she took. The room was small, barely larger than a closet, with only a single chair and a stool. The harsh fluorescent light flickered above, casting eerie shadows on the gray concrete walls. The metal door slammed shut behind her, echoing through the cold, empty space. The clang of the lock was the final nail in the coffin of her dignity.

The chair was bolted to the floor, a stark contrast to the plush seats she was accustomed to in her luxurious lifestyle. The stool was placed opposite, where one of the female officers sat, watching her intently. Katrina's eyes darted around the cell, searching for any sign of comfort, but there was none. Her heart thudded in her chest, the fear and humiliation swirling into a toxic cocktail that threatened to overwhelm her.

It dawned on her then, the reason behind this entire ordeal. Raj. He had always held a grudge against her for that one dismissive comment, and now he had the power to make her pay. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt the anger rise within her. She had always been treated with deference and respect, but now, she was just another person in the eyes of the law. Just another suspect.

Katrina glared at the closed door, willing it to open, willing this to be over. But the minutes stretched on, and she was left alone with her thoughts. The cold, unforgiving metal of the handcuffs bit into her wrists, a stark reminder of her current predicament. She had always thought that her stardom would shield her from the harsh realities of life, but here she was, trapped in a tiny cell with no way out.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to face her tormentor, to demand an explanation, to beg for mercy. "I need to speak to Raj," she called out, her voice echoing through the corridor. The officer outside looked at her with a mix of pity and annoyance. "Ma'am, I'll see what I can do," she replied before stepping out of sight.

The wait was agonizing, each tick of the clock a mockery of her former power. When the door finally opened, it was not Raj who stepped in, but a young, sympathetic-looking officer. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but Mr. Raj is busy," he said, his eyes flicking to the handcuffs. "Can I help you with anything?"

Katrina's frustration boiled over. "I need to speak with him," she insisted, her voice echoing off the cold walls. "This is all a misunderstanding. I need him to understand that!"

The young officer looked at her with a mix of pity and firmness. "Ma'am, as I said, Mr. Raj is unavailable. But if you have any information regarding the pills, it would be best to share it with me."

But Katrina's mind was racing with thoughts of betrayal and fear. How could this be happening? She was innocent. "This is ridiculous," she spat out. "I don't know anything about those pills. You have to believe me."

The door to the cell opened, and Raj walked in, his smug smile now replaced by a look of cold efficiency. "Ms. Kaif, I'm afraid we need to proceed with a more thorough search," he said, his eyes gleaming. "We have reason to believe that there are more contraband items on your person."

Katrina's stomach lurched at the words 'strip search'. She had heard of such things happening, but she had never thought it would be her. The thought of being exposed in front of these strangers was too much to bear. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, no
."

But Raj's expression remained unmoved. "Ma'am, it's protocol," he said, his voice cold and detached. "We have to ensure that no further prohibited items are on your person before we can proceed."

Katrina felt a wave of nausea wash over her. "Raj, please," she begged, her eyes searching his for any shred of humanity. "I'm not a criminal. You know that."

Raj's gaze hardened. "Ms. Kaif, I'm just doing my job," he said, his voice clipped. "Now, if you would cooperate, we can get this over with quickly."

Katrina felt a surge of anger and desperation. "Raj, you know me," she said, her voice trembling. "You know I would never do anything like this. You have to help me."

But Raj was unmoved. "Ms. Kaif, I don't have time for personal conversations. If you wish to speak, you can do so with your legal counsel. My officers will follow the necessary protocols, and we'll submit everything to the court tomorrow. If you cooperate, we can make this as quick and painless as possible." His voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Her heart sank, realizing that her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. "Raj," she whispered, her pride crumbling. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Raj's smirk faltered, his eyes flicking towards the open door and the bustling hallway outside. "Very well," he said, his tone still cold. "Officers, take a lunch break. I'll handle this."

The room emptied, and Katrina felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this mess. "Please, Raj," she said, her voice low and desperate. "I didn't do this. You have to believe me."

Raj sat on the chair, his arms folded across his chest, looking at her with a cold, calculating gaze. "Ms. Kaif," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "you're in a very serious situation. The law is not something to be trifled with."

Katrina knew she had to act fast. She had to find a way to convince him of her innocence, or at least to show some compassion. "Raj," she said, her voice shaking, "I know you're upset with me for what happened before. But this isn't the way to settle a personal vendetta. I'm begging you, please. You're ruining my life."

He leaned back in his chair, studying her. "Ms. Kaif, you're a public figure. You should know better than to carry illegal substances. It's not personal. It's just the job."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of the kindness she had hoped to find. "Raj, please," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "You can't do this to me. I'll do anything."

The words hung in the air, and she realized too late what she had just offered. Anything. The desperation in her voice was palpable, and she saw the flicker of something in his eyes. It was as if she had handed him the key to her kingdom, and he was weighing his options.

"A strip search is not a decision I take lightly, Ms. Kaif," Raj said, his voice devoid of the smugness she had come to expect. "But for the sake of national security, we must be thorough."

Katrina felt a chill run down her spine as the reality of her situation sank in. The glamourous life she had built was now a prison of her own making. "Raj, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You know me. You know I wouldn't do something like this."

Raj's eyes searched hers, and she could see the doubt flicker across his face. "Ms. Kaif," he said slowly, "if you're truly innocent, then you have nothing to fear."

Her heart racing, Katrina took a deep breath and made a decision. If she was going to get out of this, she had to take matters into her own hands. "Fine," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll do it. I'll prove to you that I have nothing to hide."

With trembling hands, she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. Each button felt like a confession, exposing a piece of her that she had never wanted the world to see. She slipped the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft whisper. The cold air of the cell kissed her skin, making her shiver.

Next, she unzipped her skinny jeans, her legs trembling as she peeled them off. The sound of the zipper seemed to echo through the small space, amplifying her vulnerability. Her eyes never left Raj's face, searching for any sign of regret, any hint of compassion. But his expression remained stoic, his eyes unwavering.

Now, she stood before him in only her bra and panties, the lacy black fabric a stark contrast to the stark whiteness of the t-shirt lying on the cold floor. Her breathing was shallow, and she could feel the goosebumps rising on her exposed skin. This was a side of her that no director had ever captured, no magazine cover had ever revealed. She was raw, exposed, and utterly humiliated.

Raj felt a surge of power, a rush that was almost intoxicating. He had seen Katrina Kaif in a hundred different outfits, but never like this. Stripped of her glamour, she was just a woman, trembling before him. It was a sight that would be burned into his memory forever.

"Come here," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Let me check you."

Katrina's legs felt like lead as she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. As she stepped closer, she could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire for power and control. She knew what he wanted.

"Do you want me to check or not?" he asked, his voice dripping with challenge. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. He reached out and took her wrists, guiding her to the chair. "Sit," he ordered.

Katrina obeyed, her body trembling as she felt his hands move over her, searching for any sign of the contraband she knew wasn't there. His touch was firm but not gentle, a stark reminder of her vulnerability. The metal of the handcuffs dug into her skin, a constant reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically.

As his hands moved over her, she realized the gravity of her mistake. She should have been nicer to him at the airport. She should have seen him as more than just another fan, more than just an annoyance. Now, she understood that every person she encountered had the potential to change her life in an instant. And she had underestimated him.

"Please," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want."

Raj's eyes lit up with triumph. "Beg me," he said, his voice low and hungry. "Beg me to check your boobs and your pussy and your

ass."

Katrina felt a wave of revulsion at his crude language, but she knew she had no choice. If she wanted to escape this nightmare, she had to play along. She took a deep breath and met his gaze, trying to steady her voice. "Please, Raj," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, check me. I'll do anything."

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. The cold air of the cell made her nipples tighten into hard peaks, and she felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her.

"Good," he murmured, his eyes devouring her. "Now, spread your legs
."

Katrina's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she complied, her heart racing. The fabric of her panties was damp with fear, and she knew he could see it. She felt his hand hover over her thigh, and she braced herself for the inevitable touch.

"Wider," he said, his voice a low growl. She spread her legs further apart, feeling the cool air of the cell hit her most intimate areas. The humiliation was unbearable, but she forced herself to endure it.

With a smirk, Raj leaned in, his hand moving to her inner thigh. Katrina's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the wet fabric of her panties. "Tell me you're sorry," he demanded, his eyes gleaming with a malicious pleasure she had never
seen before.

Her voice barely above a whisper, she complied. "I'm sorry, Raj. I didn't mean to disrespect you

."

Her words hung in the air, thick with defeat and desperation. Raj's smirk grew as he leaned closer, his hand moving higher up her thigh. "Not enough," he said, his voice a cold, mocking purr. "I want to hear you beg. I want you to know how it feels to be at my mercy."

Katrina's heart hammered in her chest as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She had never felt so degraded, so utterly at the mercy of another person. But she knew she had to play along if she wanted any chance of getting out of this. "Please, Raj," she whimpered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I'll never be rude to you again. Just let me go."

Raj leaned back in his chair, his smug expression unchanged. "Not good enough," he said, his voice a cold knife slicing through her hope. "Call me 'sir' and come here." He gestured to the space in front of him, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

Katrina's legs trembled as she stood, the handcuffs still digging into her wrists. She took a shaky step forward, her eyes cast downward. "Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Raj leaned back in his chair, watching her with a smug satisfaction. "Come closer," he ordered. "Let me see for myself."

Katrina took another shaky step forward, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. The handcuffs bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. As she reached him, he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her closer. His thumbs found her nipples, and he began to roll them, watching her face for any sign of pleasure.

"Sir, please," she whimpered, trying to keep her voice steady. "This isn't necessary."

But Raj was enjoying himself too much to stop. His thumbs rolled over her nipples, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body betraying her despite her protests. He watched her face intently, looking for any sign of arousal, any flicker of pleasure amidst the fear.

"Please, sir," she managed to say, her voice strained. "I've learned my lesson."

Ran's eyes narrowed, his grip on her arms tightening. "Not good enough," he said, his voice like a whip cracking through the silence of the room. "Beg me to suck your boobs."

Katrina felt a wave of revulsion at his words, but she knew she had no choice. Her voice quivered as she whispered, "Please, sir, I'm begging you. If it will make you believe me, please, suck my boobs."

Raj's eyes lit up at her submission, and he leaned in, his mouth watering at the sight of her bare breasts. He took one nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before flicking it with his tongue. Katrina bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes squeezed shut. Despite the fear and humiliation, she couldn't deny the spark of arousal that flickered within her.

He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. "You're a fast learner, Katrina," he murmured, his thumbs still playing with her sensitive peaks. "But we're not done yet." His hands slid down her body, reaching for the waistband of her panties. "You need to be completely bare for a thorough search."

Katrina felt a flicker of hope extinguish as she realized he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "Please, sir. I'll do anything. Just don't make me do that."

But Raj was insistent. "You want this to end quickly, don't you?" His voice was cold, the power dynamic in the room palpable. "Then get fully naked. Now."

Katrina's eyes widened with horror, but she knew she had no choice. With trembling fingers, she pushed her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She felt the cool air hit her most intimate parts, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Dance for me," Raj said, his voice now a low command. "Show me you're truly sorry."

Katrina's mind raced with fear and confusion. She had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another person. But she knew that if she didn't play along, this would never end. With trembling legs, she stepped away from the chair, her bare feet cold against the concrete floor.

Her eyes never left his as she began to move, her body swaying to an unheard rhythm. The handcuffs jingled with each step she took, a twisted reminder of the role she was now playing. "Please, Raj," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Don't do this to me."

But Raj's expression grew darker, his anger simmering just below the surface. "You had your chance," he spat out. "You humiliated me in front of everyone. Now, it's your turn." He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. "You bitch," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "If you want to get out of this mess, then follow all my orders. Is that clear?"

Katrina felt tears stream down her face, but she nodded, desperation in her eyes. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'll do anything."

Raj's smile grew even more sinister. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, say it. Say you'll be my personal slut for the next six months."

Katrina's eyes widened in shock. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. The thought of being his plaything, at his beck and call, was almost too much to bear. But she knew the alternative was unthinkable. The media circus, the destruction of her career, the whispers and accusations that would follow her for the rest of her life.

Her voice trembled as she forced the words out. "I'll be your personal slut for the next six months, sir."

Raj's smile grew even wider, the malicious glee in his eyes making her stomach turn. He handed her a script, the pages crumpled and stained. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, read it."

Katrina took the script, her trembling hands making the pages quiver. She looked down and read the first line out loud. "Hi guys, I'm Katrina Kaif, and I'm a personal slut to Mr. Raj." The words burned her tongue, but she continued, her voice a mix of anger and defeat. "He's my owner, and I'll do anything he says."

The room was silent, the weight of her confession hanging in the air like a noxious fog. She couldn't believe she was saying this, but she had to play along. It was the only way out of this nightmare. She watched as Raj leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He had won.

"Again," he said, his voice a cold command. "And this time, with feeling."

Katrina took a deep breath, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "Hi guys," she began, her voice shaky, "I'm Katrina Kaif, and I'm a personal slut to Mr. Raj." She forced a smile, trying to sound convincing. "He's my owner, and I'll do anything he says." She felt sick to her stomach, but she knew she had to play the part if she wanted any hope of getting out of this.

As she continued to read, she noticed a small camera in the corner of the room. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized that everything was being recorded. This wasn't just a private humiliation; it was a spectacle that could be shared with the world. Her voice grew stronger, fueled by anger and fear. "I'm his toy," she recited, her eyes never leaving the camera. "I'll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants."

Raj leaned forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "And what happens if you don't follow orders?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Katrina's heart raced as she met his gaze. "Then you'll do whatever you want to me," she recited, her voice flat. "I understand, sir."

"Good," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, entertain me. Bounce your boobs for me and dance on Chikni Chameli."

Katrina felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her, but she had no choice. She began to sway her hips, her breasts jiggling slightly with each movement. The song echoed through the room, a mocking soundtrack to her degradation. She tried to keep her eyes on the floor, but the handcuffs made it difficult to maintain her balance. Despite her best efforts, she stumbled, and a cruel laugh escaped from Raj's lips.

"Look at me when you dance," he ordered, his voice cold and demanding. "I want to see your eyes when you debase yourself."

Katrina's cheeks burned with shame as she began to dance more sensually, her eyes locked onto his. Each step was an act of rebellion, each movement a silent scream of defiance. She hated herself for playing along, but she knew she had to do whatever it took to escape this living hell.

Her bare breasts swayed with the rhythm of the music, her nipples hard and sensitive from his earlier ministrations. The handcuffs rattled against her wrists, a constant reminder of her captivity. Despite her fear, she found a strange power in her vulnerability, in the way he watched her. She knew she had to keep his attention, keep him engaged.

Raj leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers as she danced. His expression was one of pure satisfaction, a smug smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her nakedness. He tapped his foot in time with the music, his eyes never leaving her breasts. "Faster," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to see those tits bounce."

Raj Can not believe on his luck. He was watching the hottest Bollywood star, Katrina Kaif, dance in front of him, naked and at his mercy. His cock grew in his pants, straining against the fabric as he watched her perform for his entertainment. Her movements were jerky at first, driven by fear and desperation, but as she continued, a strange transformation began to take place. Her eyes, once filled with pleading, now held a flicker of defiance, as if daring him to push her further.

"Now, kneel," he said, his voice low and commanding. "In front of me."

Katrina's knees buckled as she sank to the cold floor, the handcuffs digging into her wrists. She looked up at him through a curtain of hair, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. But she knew she had to play along, to survive this twisted game he had created. "Please, Raj," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, don't do this."

"Beg for it," he said, his voice a cold command. "Beg me to let you suck my cock."

Katrina's stomach churned, but she knew she had to play along. She dropped to her knees, the handcuffs clanking against the floor. She kept her eyes on his, searching for any hint of mercy, but found only a cold, calculating stare. "Please, sir," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please let me suck your cock."

Raj smirked, the power dynamic in the room shifting even more in his favor. He stepped closer, his trousers tenting with his arousal. "That's better," he murmured, his voice a caress. "Now, go ahead, bitch. Unzip me."

Katrina's eyes widened with horror, but she knew she had to play along. With trembling fingers, she reached for the zipper of his pants. She could feel his heat, the bulge of his erection pressing against her hand as she slowly pulled it down. The sight of his hard cock made her stomach turn, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, take it out and suck it like you mean it."

Katrina's hand hovered over his erection, her mind racing. This was the lowest point of her life, and she never thought it would come to this. With a deep, trembling breath, she reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock. It was hard and hot, and she felt bile rising in her throat.

Raj's eyes narrowed, watching her every move. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice like a snake hissing its command. Katrina's heart pounded in her chest, but she complied, parting her lips.

The taste of him was bitter and salty, a stark contrast to the sweetness of her own lip gloss. She took his cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as she tried to ignore the bile rising in her throat. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he pushed her face closer to his crotch.

"Aaa, yes," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Your mouth is so hot, bitch."

Katrina's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her teeth scbanging against the base of his cock. She could feel his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her movements. The smell of his sweat and arousal filled her nose, making her gag, but she pushed through it. She had to endure this.

A few months ago, she had been the one in control, dismissing him with a flick of her wrist and a cold, "dur raho." Now, she was on her knees before him, her mouth a tool for his pleasure. The irony wasn't lost on her, and she hated herself for the power she had given him. But she knew that if she wanted any hope of escaping this nightmare, she had to play along, to keep him satisfied.

As she sucked and licked, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge. But she knew that now was not the time. Now, she had to endure. So she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his shaft, her eyes watering from the effort. She could feel him getting closer, his breaths growing ragged, his grip on her hair tightening.

Suddenly, she felt his hand pull her away, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. "That's enough," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "I need you to do one more thing."

Katrina looked up at him, her eyes red from crying, her mouth bruised from his rough treatment. "What?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"I want you to beg," he said, his voice low and filled with lust. "Beg me to let you go."

Katrina's eyes searched his, desperate for any sign of humanity. "Please, sir," she choked out, her voice raw. "I've done everything you've asked. Please, let me go. I'll do anything else, just don't make me do this."

Raj's smile grew, savoring her desperation. "You're so pretty when you beg," he said, his voice a caress. "But I need to make sure you understand your place. Now, take my cock again and show me how much you want to leave
."

With a sob, Katrina leaned in, her mouth enveloping him once more. Her movements grew more frantic, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she pleaded with her eyes. Each suck, each stroke of her tongue was a silent cry for mercy. She could feel his excitement building, his thighs tensing as he approached climax.

Raj's eyes never left hers as she worked her mouth over him. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "Tell me how much you love it."

Katrina felt her stomach turn, but she knew she had to play along. "I love it, sir," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "Your cock feels so good in my mouth."

Raj's eyes narrowed, and she knew she had to give him what he wanted. She took him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length as she struggled not to gag. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, his hips bucking as he approached climax.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Show me how much you love it."

Katrina's jaw ached, her eyes watering from the effort of taking him deep without gagging. She could feel his cock thickening, his grip on her hair tightening. And then, with a groan that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he came, his hot semen filling her mouth.

Her first instinct was to spit it out, to reject his seed in a final act of defiance. But she knew that would only make things worse. Instead, she swallowed, the taste bitter and wrong on her tongue. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but his expression was cold and hard. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, lick my cock and clean it"

Katrina's eyes filled with tears, but she complied, her tongue sliding over his still-hard member. She tasted herself on him, and the realization that she had brought him to climax made her stomach churn. But she continued, her movements mechanical, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

As she licked and cleaned, she noticed that his grip on her hair had loosened. It was a small victory, but she clung to it, hoping that it was a sign that he was losing interest. But as she finished, he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her face. "Look at me," he ordered.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of defiance and despair. He pointed to a few rogue drops of cum that had landed on the toes of his shoe. "Lick them off," he demanded, his voice a cold command.

Katrina's face flushed with humiliation as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to clean the mess she had created. The act was degrading, and she knew it was meant to be. Each swipe of her tongue on his shoe sent a fresh wave of anger and disgust through her, but she had to keep playing along if she ever wanted to leave this room.

Once she had finished, Raj leaned back in his chair, his expression one of smug satisfaction. "Now, tell me again," he said, his voice a cold sneer. "What are you going to do for the next six months?"

Katrina's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I'll be your personal slut, sir."

Raj leaned back in his chair, his smug expression growing as he watched her kneel before him, her dignity in tatters. "Good," he said, his voice filled with triumph.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek device. "You see this?" he asked, waving it in front of her. "This little toy is a camera. And it's been recording every moment of your little performance." He paused, watching the color drain from her face. "Every single second of your humiliation is now immortalized. If you ever think about denying what happened here tonight, just remember that I have the evidence to make sure everyone knows the truth."

Katrina's mind raced with fear and anger. She had to get out of here before things got any worse. "Please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Let me go. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't show anyone."

Raj leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, I'm not going to show anyone," he assured her. "Yet." He tucked the device back into his pocket, his smile never wavering. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You still have a flight to catch, don't you?"

Katrina's heart sank even further. She had almost forgotten about the flight she had been so desperate to make earlier. Now, the thought of facing the world outside this room, after what had just happened, was unbearable. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let me go. I'll do anything."

Raj's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, I will let you go," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But from now on, whenever I call you, you will start with 'Yes Master, kya hukoom hai'. Understand?"

Katrina felt a fresh wave of fear wash over her. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her eyes on the floor. "Master, kya hukoom hai?"

Raj's smile grew even wider. "Very good," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, get dressed and go. You have a flight to catch."

Katrina scrambled to her feet, her knees unsteady from the cold floor. She reached for her clothes, her hands shaking as she tried to cover herself. The fabric of her dress clung to her sticky skin, a constant reminder of the humiliation she had just endured. She felt dirty, used, and utterly broken. But she knew she had to keep it together, at least for now.

"Remember," Raj said, his voice a low growl, "I will call you tomorrow." The words echoed in her head, a dark promise of what was to come. "And when I do," he continued, "you will do whatever I say, without question. If you don't, this video will be everywhere, and your career will be over."

With trembling hands, Katrina nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She knew he wasn't bluffing; she had seen the hunger in his eyes, the sick satisfaction he got from her degradation. As he unlocked the handcuffs, she felt a brief flicker of hope. Maybe this was it, the end of her nightmare.

But as she dressed, her thoughts grew darker. What would he make her do next? Would he ever let her go? The fabric of her dress clung to her skin, a cold reminder of the power he held over her. She had to get out of here, had to find a way to fight back.

"You're free to go, Miss Kaif," Raj said, his voice like a knife slicing through the silence. "But remember, this is just the beginning."

Katrina's legs felt like jelly as she slipped into her shoes, her eyes never leaving his smug face. She knew she had to keep up the façade of submission if she ever wanted to escape his clutches. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice a mere shadow of its former confidence.

As the door to the cell clicked shut behind her, she took a deep, shuddering breath. The bright lights of the airport corridor outside blinded her for a moment, a stark contrast to the darkness of her recent ordeal. The noise of the airport rushed in, a cacophony of sounds that seemed so mundane and yet so far removed from the hell she had just endured. She stumbled forward, her eyes darting around the bustling crowd, searching for a way to escape.

The next day dawned with a harsh light that seemed to pierce through the heavy curtains of her hotel room. Katrina's eyes snapped open, and the memories of the night before came rushing back in a nauseating wave. She lay there, her body heavy with the weight of her new reality. Her mind raced with fear and anger, planning and plotting, but she knew she had to bide her time. For now, she had to play along.

With trembling hands, she picked up her phone, her heart pounding as she saw a new message from an unknown number. "Good morning, slut," it read.