Fantasy Katrina Kaif Humiliated and Blackmailed

[Chuland]

Part 2  - KATRINA KAIF HUMILIATED

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.

Her stomach churned, but she knew she had to respond. "Good morning, Master," she typed back, her fingers feeling like they were betraying her with every keystroke.

"Come to my home," he texted. "Make sure you wear something that will make me want you."

Katrina's heart sank as she read the message. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions - fear, anger, and a strange, unwelcome anticipation. She knew she had to play along, to keep the situation under control. With trembling hands, she opened her suitcase and began to rummage through her clothes. What could she wear that would satisfy his twisted desires without making her feel like she was giving in completely?

Her eyes fell on a short, red dress she had brought for a photoshoot, something she had thought was risky at the time but now seemed like a tame choice in comparison to the reality she faced. The fabric was silky, clinging to her curves in a way that made her feel both exposed and powerful. It was a fine line she had to walk, one that would hopefully keep her in some semblance of control.

With a heavy sigh, she slipped into the dress, feeling it hug her body like a second skin. She knew it was the type of outfit that would make heads turn, and she had to admit, a part of her liked that. But that part was quickly silenced by the fear of what awaited her at Raj's house.

As she approached the address he had sent, her stomach was in knots. The house was large, almost mansion-like, with a well-kept lawn that screamed of wealth and power. Katrina felt a strange mix of dread and fascination as she rang the doorbell. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit hallway that seemed to stretch on forever.

Suresh, the servant of Raj opened the door.

He was surprised that bollywood celebrity in his door with that hot look but quickly composed himself.

Suresh, the servant of Raj, eyed her up and down, his expression a mix of awe and lust. He had seen many women come and go from the house, but none quite as stunning as Katrina. She tried to ignore his leering gaze, her thoughts focused on the task at hand. "Raj sahab ne bulaya hai," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She had practiced the phrase over and over in her mind, trying to get the submissive tone just right.

Suresh nodded, stepping aside to allow her entry. The house was opulent, with marble floors and ornate chandeliers casting a soft glow over the plush furnishings. Katrina felt like a whore entering a king's chamber, her heart racing with fear and revulsion.

"Raj sahab will see you now," Suresh said, his voice gruff. He led her down the hallway, his hand a firm presence at the small of her back. She could feel his eyes on her ass, and she resisted the urge to slap him away. She had to keep her cool, to play this game until she found a way out.

They reached a set of double doors, which Suresh pushed open with a flourish. Inside, the room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and male desire. Raj sat on a throne-like chair, his legs spread wide, a smug grin on his face. He was dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, looking every inch the powerful man he had become in her life.

"Ah, my little slut," he said, his eyes raking over her body. "You look delicious."

Katrina forced a smile, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Raj gestured to a spot on the floor in front of him. "Kneel," he said, his voice a cold command.

Katrina's knees hit the plush carpet with a soft thud, the fabric of the dress sliding up to reveal more of her bare thighs. She kept her eyes on his, her mind racing with thoughts of defiance. But she knew she had to play along, to survive this nightmare.

"Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "tell me what you are."

Katrina's heart was racing, but she knew the script. "I am your personal slut, Master," she replied, trying to keep the disgust out of her voice.

Raj's smile grew wider. "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, show me what you're made of."

Katrina's eyes searched his, desperate for some sign of mercy, but all she found was cold, hard lust. She knew what he wanted, and she had to give it to him if she ever wanted to leave this place. With trembling hands, she reached for the zipper of her dress, her heart pounding in her chest.

Slowly, she pulled it down, the fabric parting to reveal her lacy red lingerie. The room was silent except for the sound of her breathing, heavy and ragged. She could feel his gaze on her, a physical weight that made her want to scream. But she had to keep playing the part, had to keep him engaged.

As the dress fell away from her shoulders, exposing her breasts, she watched his eyes widen with greed. "Take it all off," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Show me what you're hiding under there."

With trembling hands, Katrina slipped the dress down her body, letting it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it, now clad only in her red lingerie. The cool air of the room caressed her heated skin, making her feel even more vulnerable. She hated herself for the thrill that shot through her as his eyes devoured her.

"Very nice," he said, his voice like a caress. "Now, come here."

Katrina's legs felt like they would give out under her, but she forced herself to walk over to him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. As she approached, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her body.

"You see this?" he asked, gesturing to the erection straining against his trousers. "This is what you do to me. You make me so hard."

Katrina felt bile rise in her throat, but she forced herself to smile, to play the part. "I live to serve you, Master," she whispered, dropping to her knees before him.

Raj's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "You're learning," he said, his voice a mix of praise and threat. "Now, take it out."

Katrina's hand trembled as she reached for the zipper of his trousers. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move with a sadistic glee. She pulled down the zipper, exposing his cock, already erect and waiting. He was larger than she had imagined, and the sight of him made her feel a mix of fear and revulsion. But she had to keep going, had to play the part.

As she took his cock in her hand, she tried to ignore the way it felt against her palm. She knew what he wanted, and she had to give it to him. With a deep breath, she leaned in, her mouth hovering just above the tip. His hand was in her hair again, guiding her, pushing her closer. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she tried to keep her gag reflex at bay.

"Good girl," he murmured, his grip on her hair tightening. "Now, suck me like the good little slut you are."

Katrina's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his length. She could feel his cock pulsing, his excitement building as she worked to please him. It was a twisted dance of power, one she never wanted to perform again. But she knew she had to play along, had to survive.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice a low growl. Katrina's eyes snapped up to meet his, her own filled with a mix of anger and defeat. "You're going to suck me off every day," he said, his grip on her hair tightening. "It's your duty now, your job. And if you're a good girl, I might just let you leave here without too much trouble."

The words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around her neck with every breath she took. She knew she had to play along, to bide her time until she could figure out a way to escape. With a resentful sigh, she leaned in closer, taking him fully into her mouth. The taste of him was bitter, but she knew better than to show any sign of her true feelings.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, teasing and caressing as she tried to ignore the gag reflex that threatened to overwhelm her. Raj's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he grew more and more excited. She could feel his power, his dominance, and she hated herself for the way her body responded.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're such a good slut."

Katrina's eyes watered with both pain and anger as she felt his cock thicken in her mouth. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to be here, but she had to keep playing along. With a resigned sigh, she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his length as she worked to keep from gagging.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Now, don't use your hands."

Katrina's eyes widened with shock as his grip on her hair tightened. Panic set in as she realized he wanted her to deep throat him without using her hands to control the depth. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she nodded obediently. This was it, the ultimate act of submission.

Her hands hovered at her sides, trembling slightly as she focused on his cock, now even more engorged as she took him deep without the buffer of her hands. Each thrust brought her closer to gagging, but she pushed through, her eyes watering and nose brushing against his groin. His breathing grew heavier, and she knew he was getting off on her helplessness, on her complete surrender to his will.

The sound of his zipper echoed in the quiet room, and she felt his cock jerk in anticipation. He was going to do it; he was going to fuck her mouth like it was nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. She took a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the onslaught.

"Look at me," he demanded again, his hand releasing her hair. Katrina's eyes snapped to his, and she could see the hunger in them, the desire to watch her break. She took him back into her mouth, her teeth scbanging against his shaft as she struggled to keep her gag reflex in check. He smirked at her, knowing the effect he had on her, and began to thrust.

Her throat tightened around him as he fucked her mouth, his hips rising from the chair to meet her movements. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating her tongue. It was degrading, it was humiliating, but she had to keep going. She had to keep him satisfied, if only for now.

With each thrust, Katrina's eyes watered more, her nose filling with the scent of his musk. But she didn't dare pull away. She knew what was expected of her, knew that she had to endure this to keep the upper hand. She focused on the thought of escape, of finding a way to turn the tables on him. It was the only thing that kept her going, the only thing that kept her from breaking down completely.

And then, it happened. With a grunt, Raj began to spasm, his cock swelling even more in her mouth. She felt the warmth of his cum fill her throat, the salty taste coating her tongue. Her eyes widened in shock and revulsion, but she didn't dare move, didn't dare gag. She had to take it, had to swallow every drop of his seed if she wanted to keep her secret and her dignity.

He pulled out of her mouth, his cum dripping from her chin and down onto her chest. Katrina's eyes watered uncontrollably, but she forced herself to lick her lips, to clean up the mess he had made. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

The taste of his cum was still in her mouth as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and defeat. "Now," he said, gesturing to his still-hard cock, "lick it clean."

Katrina's stomach churned, but she knew she had to play along. With trembling hands, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the last drops of cum from his shaft. The salty taste lingered on her tongue, a bitter reminder of her new reality. She hated every second of it, but she had to keep her cool if she ever wanted to get out of this situation.

As she finished, Raj leaned back in his chair, his expression one of pure satisfaction. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me," he said, patting her head like she was a pet. "Now, tell me what next."

Katrina's mind raced. She had to keep her cool, had to play along if she wanted to survive the next six months without completely losing herself. "Whatever pleases you, Master," she murmured, her voice thick with feigned submission.

Raj leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face. "Good," he said, stroking his still-hard cock. "Now, tell me what I should do with you for the next five days. I've taken leave from work, so you're all mine."

Katrina's stomach twisted at the thought of being his plaything for a whole week. But she knew she had to play along, to keep the upper hand in this twisted game. "But master I have shooting tomorrow, please ....Master," she murmured, her voice low and submissive.

"Shooting can wait," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're my priority now, slut." He leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock idly as he thought. "I think I'll take you to a little club I know of tonight. You'll wear that slutty dress and serve me all night. And maybe, if you're good, I'll let you leave with your dignity still somewhat intact."

Katrina felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of being paraded around in public as his plaything. "But Master," she whispered, "what about my career?"

"Your career?" Raj sneered, his eyes flashing with amusement. "You think that's more important than serving me? You're going to learn your place, slut."

But despite his harsh words, Katrina could see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. She knew she had to play this carefully, to appeal to his ego while also trying to regain some semblance of control. "But we can go in private, Master," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleading and seductive. "Wouldn't that be more... intimate?"

Raj's eyes narrowed as he considered her words. "Where do you suggest?"

Katrina took a deep breath, her mind racing. If she could get him to take her somewhere private, somewhere she could potentially escape or find help, it might be her only chance. "Your farmhouse," she murmured, her voice dripping with the right amount of eagerness. "It's so... secluded. It would be much more intimate there."

Raj's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I sold that last year," he said, his tone cold. "But I have a better idea. We're going to my penthouse. You'll serve me there, in front of my friends."

The words hit Katrina like a slap across the face. "Your friends?" she repeated, her voice shaking. "Master, please, not in front of them."

"Why not?" he sneered. "Aren't you eager to show everyone how much of a slut you are for me?" His hand was back in her hair, yanking her closer. "You're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. And if you don't, I'll make sure that video goes viral."

Katrina felt a surge of desperation. "Master, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to my farmhouse in Alibag. It's so private there, and I can arrange the car."

Raj's eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of fucking her in such a personal and secluded place. "That's a good idea, slut," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. "I've always wanted to see where the big-shot Bollywood bitches like you hide when you're not strutting around the city."

Katrina felt a flicker of hope. If she could get him to the farmhouse, she might be able to escape or find a way to contact someone for help. She had to keep him interested, keep him on her side. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice filled with fake enthusiasm. "My farmhouse is very private. No one will disturb us there."

Raj's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with excitement. "Perfect," he said, releasing her hair. "Get dressed. We leave in an hour."

Katrina nodded, rising shakily to her feet. As she turned to leave the room, she heard the unmistakable sound of a camera clicking. She knew he had been filming the whole time, storing her humiliation for future use. She had to keep her composure, had to get through this. With one last, desperate look at the door, she turned back to face him.

"Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. She gathered her dress from the floor, slipping it back over her body. The red fabric clung to her like a second skin, a stark reminder of her new role. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to push down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat.

As she stepped into the hallway, Suresh was waiting, his expression unreadable. She didn't dare meet his eyes, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the floor as he led her back to the entrance. "You will follow my rules," Raj called after her. "Break them, and you will regret it."

Katrina nodded meekly, her heart racing as she slipped into the backseat of the car. Raj followed, his eyes never leaving hers as he climbed in beside her. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the tense silence. He reached over, his hand brushing against her thigh as he leaned in close. "First rule," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You will always wear nothing but your bra and panties around me."

Her body tensed, but she didn't dare protest. Instead, she swallowed hard and nodded again. "Yes, Master."

The drive to Alibag was a blur of fear and dread. Every time she glanced over at him, his eyes were on her, watching her every move. His hand didn't leave her thigh, moving higher and higher until it was cupping her bare breast, squeezing it roughly. She gasped, her nipples hardening from the unwelcome touch.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to love the second rule."

Katrina's eyes snapped to his, her heart racing as she felt his hand squeeze her breast even harder. She knew she had to keep playing along, to keep him engaged and maybe, just maybe, find a way to turn the tables. "What's the second rule, Master?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Raj leaned back in his seat, his hand still on her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple through the fabric of her bra. "Every morning," he began, his voice a low growl, "you will wake me up with a blowjob. And when I'm done, you will drink every drop of my cum. You will do this while kneeling at my feet, like the good little pet and servant you are."

Katrina's jaw was already sore from the earlier abuse, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice a mix of defeat and anger. "I will follow your rules."

The car ride to Alibag was a torturous journey of forced submission. His hand didn't leave her body, his touch a constant reminder of her powerlessness. With each passing mile, she felt more and more trapped, the walls of the luxurious vehicle closing in around her. She tried to focus on the scenery outside, the lush greenery and the distant waves of the ocean, but all she could think about was the cold, hard hand that gripped her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

When they arrived at her farmhouse, the gates swung open with a groan, revealing the sprawling property that was now to become her prison. The house loomed in the distance, a place of refuge now transformed into a stage for her ongoing degradation. She stepped out of the car, the cool sea breeze kissing her skin, feeling the weight of her situation with crushing clarity.

Inside, the familiar scent of her home was tainted by the unwelcome presence of Raj. His eyes swept over the luxurious space with a greedy glint, taking in every detail. "This is where you hide from the world," he said, a sneer in his voice. "But not anymore."

Katrina forced a smile, trying to keep her fear from showing. "Would you like a tour, Master?" she offered, her voice quivering slightly.

"Later," he said, his gaze raking over her. "First, let's get you dressed properly."

Katrina's stomach clenched as she followed him into her own walk-in closet. The walls were lined with her elegant gowns and designer dresses, but all he cared about was finding something that would satisfy his depraved tastes. He sifted through her clothes, tossing them aside like they were rags. Finally, he pulled out a sheer negligée, the fabric so thin it was practically transparent.

"This will do," he said, holding it up against her body. "It shows off what you really are."

With trembling hands, Katrina slipped out of the red dress and into the negligée. It barely covered her, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever before. The fabric clung to her curves, revealing everything underneath. She knew he was watching her, savoring every moment of her humiliation.

"Perfect," he murmured, his eyes raking over her. "Now, let's go to the bedroom."

"Slut, Do you have a big screen in the house" Raj says

"Yes master, we have a big cinema hall with only few seating's" Katrina says.

"Lets go there" Raj says

with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Katrina's heart sank as she led him to the private cinema hall, her bare feet cold against the marble floor. The room was dimly lit, the large screen waiting to be filled with the images of her greatest fears. "Would you like me to perform for you here, Master?" she asked, her voice a trembling whisper.

"Yes," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "Play 'Kamli' from Dhoom 3. And remember, slut, I want a show."

Katrina's stomach churned as she moved to the control panel, her fingers shaking as she selected the song. The opening beats filled the room, the sound echoing off the walls. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm, to keep her composure. She knew what was coming, had seen it in his eyes.

Slowly, she turned to face him, the negligée clinging to her body as if it was painted on. She began to sway to the music, her movements calculated to be both seductive and degrading. Her eyes never left his as she began to strip, her hands gliding over her body in a parody of sensuality.

Raj leaned back in his chair, his eyes devouring every inch of her as she revealed herself. His cock grew hard again at the sight of her nakedness, and he couldn't wait to fuck her on the cold, hard floor of her own cinema hall. This was the ultimate humiliation, and he was going to savor every second of it.

The music grew louder, and Katrina's movements grew more frantic, her eyes never leaving his as she danced for his amusement. The negligée fell away, leaving her in only her bra and panties. She knew she had to keep going, had to keep him entranced. Her heart was racing, but she couldn't let him see her fear.

With a dramatic flourish, she unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, the cold air making her nipples peak with arousal she didn't feel. She watched as his eyes followed their movements, his hand stroking his cock through his pants. The hunger in his gaze was palpable, and she knew she had to keep it that way.

The music of "Kamli" grew more intense, and so did her dance. She slithered closer to him, her hips gyrating in a way that made it clear she was offering herself up to him. Katrina could feel the heat of his stare, the desire radiating from his body. It was a heady mix of fear and anger that fueled her performance. She had to keep him wanting, had to keep him on edge.

The sight of Katrina's bare breasts bouncing in rhythm with the beat was more than Raj could handle. His hand moved faster on his cock, his breathing growing more ragged. This was the ultimate power trip, watching the woman who had once looked down on him now dancing naked and desperate for his approval. It was a show he had dreamed about for months, a show that was now unfolding before his very eyes.

Her panties followed, leaving her completely exposed. The music's tempo increased, and so did the fervor of her dance, her hands moving over her body, her eyes never leaving his. She was playing the part of the slut perfectly, and it was driving him wild. He could see the defiance in her eyes, the unspoken challenge, and it only made him want to break her more.

Katrina's body moved in a way that was both erotic and degrading, her hips rolling and her breasts bouncing in time with the beat of "Kamli". Her eyes were half-closed, her expression a mix of anger and resentment, but her movements remained fluid and practiced. She knew this dance, had performed it countless times for adoring fans, but never had it felt so cheap, so empty.

The song was coming to a close, and she knew what was expected of her. With one final dramatic move, she slid her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing before him in all her nakedness, her skin glistening with sweat. The music reached its crescendo, and she allowed her body to fall into a pose, her legs spread wide, her hands on her hips.

Raj's eyes were glued to her, his cock fully erect, and his grip on himself tightened. "On your knees," he barked, his voice thick with lust.

Katrina complied, her knees hitting the cold marble floor with a sharp thud. She kept her eyes on his, the anger in them barely concealed. She was a prize, a trophy to him, and she had to play the part if she wanted to survive this nightmare.

"Did you like it, Master?" she asked, her voice dripping with forced sweetness.

"Very much," he said, his eyes raking over her. "Now come here and show me how much of a slut you really are."

Katrina crawled towards him on her hands and knees, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears. As she reached him, he unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, a testament to his desire for her. She felt bile rise in her throat but swallowed it down, reaching out to take him in her hand.

Her fingers closed around his shaft, her touch as light as a feather, teasing him. She knew she had to keep him wanting more, had to keep playing this twisted game. His eyes narrowed, and she felt his hand in her hair again, pulling her closer. "Take it in your mouth," he demanded.

Katrina leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she took the head of his cock between her lips. She could feel the anger coursing through her veins, but she had to keep her cool. She began to suck him, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort.

Raj's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth. "That's it, slut," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Take it all."

Katrina's jaw was already sore from the earlier encounter, but she took him in deeper, her throat working around his length. She could feel the bile rising again, but she pushed it down, focusing on the taste of him, the smell of his desire. It was a sickening cocktail that filled her senses, but she had to keep going. She had to keep playing along.

As she bobbed her head, her eyes never left his. She could see the pleasure etched on his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed himself further into her throat. She knew that every time she gagged, every time she choked, it was like music to his ears. But she had to keep going.

With a cruel twist of his hand, he yanked her head back, tearing his cock from her mouth. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire. "Like the dog you are."

Katrina's eyes flashed with anger, but she complied, her heart racing as she positioned herself before him.

"Master, pls use condom," she murmured, her voice a mix of desperation and resentment.

"You dare to tell me what to do?" he sneered, slapping her face hard. "You're nothing but a whore to be used and discarded. You'll take me bare, like the slut you are."

Katrina felt the sting of his hand on her cheek, her eyes watering with pain. "But, master," she pleaded, her voice shaking, "I'm not on the pill. I might get pregnant."

Raj's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hair tightening. "You should have thought of that before you decided to play games with me," he sneered. "You're mine for the next six months, and I'll fuck you how I want, when I want, with no protection."

Katrina felt a wave of dread wash over her. This was it, the moment she had been dreading. She had to submit completely or risk everything she had worked for. With a deep breath, she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Master, but please at least allow me to get the pills" she murmured.

"You're already taking them?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"No, Master," she replied, her voice trembling. "But I can get them tomorrow. Please, I beg you."

Raj's grin grew wider, enjoying the power he had over her. "We'll see," he said, his hand sliding down to caress her cheek. "Now, get on all fours and show me that pretty ass of yours."

Katrina's stomach churned, she did not moved. The cold marble floor sent a shiver up her spine, but she forced herself to stay still, her eyes focused on the floor ahead.

"Do it," he barked again, his hand still resting on her cheek. "Now."

Katrina's eyes widened with fear, but she knew she had to keep playing along. With trembling hands, she turned over onto her back, her legs spreading wide. "Master, please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Not there. I've never been... I'm not ready."

"You're not ready?" he sneered, his eyes cold. "You think I care?"

Katrina felt the panic rising in her chest, but she had to keep playing the game. "Master," she whispered, her voice a mix of desperation and submission, "please, I will do anything for you. I will suck your cock, your balls, but please, not in my ass."

Raj leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face. "How is it possible," he sneered, "that a slut like you has never had a cock in your ass? I'm going to be the first to claim that tight hole, to show you what a real man can do."

Katrina's eyes widened in horror, but she knew better than to argue. She felt his hand move down her body, his fingers sliding between her cheeks. She bit her lip to hold back a scream as he began to probe, his touch cold and invasive. "Please, Master," she whimpered, "not like this."

Raj's chuckle was the only response, his fingers pushing harder, spreading her open. "You're going to take it," he said, his voice filled with a sick delight. "You're going to take it like the whore you are."

Katrina felt her eyes fill with tears as she looked up at him, her voice shaking. "Master, your cock is so big," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It won't go in. I've never done this before."

Raj's grin was cold, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's what makes it even better," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your first time will be with me, and it will be painful. It's only fitting."

Katrina felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she didn't dare wipe it away. "Please, Master," she begged, her voice trembling. "I'm scared."

"Fear is a part of this game," he said, his voice cold. "You're going to learn to love it."

But Katrina had had enough. With a surge of adrenaline, she realized she had to escape. She woke up from her submissive trance and pushed herself off the floor, her legs trembling beneath her. "No," she said firmly, her voice surprisingly steady. "I won't let you do this to me."

Before Raj could react, she spun around and sprinted out of the cinema hall, her bare feet slapping against the cold marble. She could hear his enraged shout echoing through the house, the sound of his footsteps pounding behind her. She knew she had seconds, maybe minutes, before he caught up to her.

"OK go, before you out from this room, your video will be all over internet" Raj Shouted and taking out his phone from pocket, Katrina felt a chill run down her spine. She knew he wasn't bluffing. The fear of her degradation being broadcasted to the world was too much to bear. She stopped in her tracks, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Turning around, she saw the rage in his eyes, his cock still erect and the phone held out like a weapon. "Get back here, now," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hallway.

Her mind racing, Katrina knew she had to act fast. She took a deep breath and took a step towards him, her body trembling with fear. "Stop...stopppp., I'll do it," she said, her voice a mix of resignation and anger. "But please, don't post video."

Raj's eyes narrowed, his hand hovering over the phone's screen. "Beg for it," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Beg like the slut you are."

Katrina felt a wave of anger and disgust wash over her, but she knew she had no choice. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, Master," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Please, fuck me."

Raj's eyes glinted with victory as he started video on the phone. "That's not convincing, say it properly, where you want to get fucked, this is your punishment ," he said, his voice a low purr.

Katrina's eyes fell on the phone screen, where her own naked, tear-stained face stared back at her. The video was already recording, capturing every moment of her degradation. She felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized the full extent of her predicament.

With a deep, shuddering breath, she swallowed her pride and said, "Please, Master, fuck me in my ass." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she knew she had to say them. The anger in his eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a smug satisfaction. He knew he had won this round.

"Again," he demanded, his hand moving to stroke her cheek, the phone still recording. "And this time, look into the camera."

Katrina's eyes burned with a mix of rage and defeat as she lifted her gaze to the cold, unblinking lens. "Please, Mister," she purred, her voice a mockery of the seductive tones she used in her films. "I want you to fuck my gaand."

The word 'gaand' slipped from her lips with practiced ease, a testament to the countless times she had heard it whispered in the dark corners of Bollywood sets. But this was different. This was not a scene she had agreed to, not a script she had signed up for. This was real, raw, and painfully degrading.

"Good girl," Raj murmured, his hand moving from her cheek to his cock, stroking it slowly. "Now get on all fours, and show me that pretty little asshole."

Katrina's heart felt like it was going to shatter into a million pieces as she complied, her legs trembling as she positioned herself on the cold marble floor. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her submission. The thought of the video being shared with the world was a constant, terrifying presence in the back of her mind.

"Now, spread your cheeks," he instructed, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Katrina's hands trembled as she reached behind her, her fingers sliding over the cool, slickness of her own skin. She felt his footsteps come closer, the sound of his shoes against the marble floor a stark reminder of the power he held over her. She could feel his hot breath against her ass, his cock brushing against her, thick and unyielding.

"Now, slut," he said, his voice a low growl, "this is what you get for playing hard to get."

Katrina felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her tight, untouched entrance. She bit her lip, willing herself not to scream as she felt the head of his cock pushing inside her. The pain was intense, a white-hot knife slicing through her, stealing her breath.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him enter her, the feeling of violation making her want to retch. His grip on her hips tightened as he began to thrust, her body struggling to accommodate his size. Each movement sent a jolt of pain through her, making her want to push him away, but she knew she couldn't. The video was rolling, capturing every moment of her humiliation.

"Fuck," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "You're so tight."

Katrina felt him pull back slightly, the pressure on her ass easing momentarily. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the next wave of pain. When he pushed back in, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. His cock was too thick, and her body was fighting against him, not used to such an intrusion.

"It's not going in," she whimpered, her voice shaking.

"It will," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "You just need a little lubrication."

"Suck my cock and put the saliva on It"Raj says with a smirk, his eyes still on the camera.

Katrina's eyes widened with disgust, but she knew she had to play along. She leaned in and took his cock back into her mouth, her own saliva mixing with the precum already there. She swirled her tongue around the head, her mind racing with thoughts of how to escape this nightmare. As she pulled back, she spit onto her hand, coating his shaft with the warm liquid.

"Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now put it where it belongs."

Katrina reached behind her, her hand shaking as she tried to spread her cheeks wider. She could feel his cock pressing against her again, the head of it slipping between her ass cheeks, coated with her saliva. The pain was unbearable as he pushed forward, his length stretching her in a way she never imagined possible. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her eyes watering with the effort to hold back the scream building in her throat.

Raj's breath was hot against her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to love being my little slut."

Katrina's eyes squeezed shut as she felt his cock breach her tight ring of muscles. The pain was unbearable, making her whole body tense. But she had to keep going. For the camera, for her career, for her pride. She forced herself to relax, to let him in, even as every instinct screamed for her to fight back.

With a grunt of effort, he pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching her beyond anything she had ever felt before. Katrina's eyes watered, her nails digging into the marble floor as she tried to find something, anything, to hold onto. The room was spinning, the pain a living, breathing entity that consumed her entire being. But she knew she couldn't give in. Not yet.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his strokes long and slow, each one sending a fresh wave of pain through her. Katrina's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort to stay still, to take him without making a sound. She could feel her ass stretching around his shaft, her muscles straining to accommodate his size.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the only other noise the harsh panting of their breaths and the occasional groan from Raj. He was in no hurry, savoring every second of her degradation. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of her ass taking his cock echoing through the room.

Katrina's eyes remained squeezed shut, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, of retribution. She focused on her breathing, trying to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos. The pain was intense, but she had endured worse in her climb to the top of the Bollywood world.

"Look at me," Raj demanded, his grip on her hips tightening. "Look at how much you're enjoying it."

Katrina opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that lined one side of the hall. She saw the camera on the floor, capturing everything from a low angle. The sight of herself, naked and in pain, only fueled her anger. She took a deep breath, willing herself to find that spark of rebellion she had felt earlier.

"You're so beautiful, Katrina," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Look how you take it, like a true slut."

Katrina's eyes never left his reflection in the mirror. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she didn't let it distract her. She had to keep her focus. She had to get out of this. "Please," she murmured, her voice strained, "not too hard."

"You like it, don't you?" he taunted, his thrusts growing more forceful. "You like being my little whore."

Katrina felt his words like a slap across the face, but she knew better than to respond. Instead, she focused on the pain, letting it fuel her anger, her determination. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "No," she murmured, her voice low and shaky. "It hurts."

"Good," he said, his voice cold. "You'll learn to love it."

The pain grew with each thrust, but Katrina remained silent, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. She knew she had to find a way to turn the tables, to regain control of the situation. The anger in her stomach grew with every second that passed, feeding a fiery determination that burned through her fear.

As his rhythm quickened, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm build deep within her. It was a foreign sensation, one she had never experienced from such degradation. The realization of her body's betrayal made her angrier, but she used it, letting it fuel her resolve.

Raj's grip grew tighter, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered more vile words into her ear. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a mix of demand and satisfaction. "You're going to scream my name."

Raj's breath grew ragged, his hips moving with more urgency. Katrina knew he was close to cumming, his strokes growing more erratic. She felt his hand move from her hip to her clit, his thumb beginning to rub the sensitive nub. She gritted her teeth, fighting the wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over her.

The orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation she never wanted to feel in this context. But she knew if she came, she would lose all semblance of control. She had to keep her emotions in check, had to keep the upper hand. She focused on the coldness of the floor, the sting of the slap still tingling on her cheek.

But as his strokes grew more frantic, she felt her own body betray her. Her walls began to quiver around his cock, her orgasm building despite her best efforts. "No," she whispered through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing with determination.

"Come for me," he growled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Come like the slut you are."

Katrina's eyes widened, the orgasm ripping through her body like a storm, unwanted and uncontrollable. She bit her lip to hold back the scream, the pleasure mixing with pain as he continued to fuck her ass, his strokes growing even more frenzied. Her body quivered and spasmed beneath him, betraying her with every shiver of pleasure she felt.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with triumph. "Come for me, Katrina."

Katrina felt his cock pulse deep inside her, his release hot and humiliating. She could feel his cum filling her up, the final act of his domination. Her body continued to spasm, the unwanted pleasure mingling with the pain, creating a maelstrom of conflicting emotions that she couldn't process.

As he pulled out, she felt a sense of relief mixed with revulsion. She remained on all fours, panting, her eyes still locked on the camera, her own image a reflection of her degradation. "Is that it?" she asked, her voice hoarse from the struggle.

"Not quite," Raj said, his tone smug. "You still need to clean my cock."

Katrina felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her. She had hoped that the worst was over, but she knew she couldn't refuse. She turned to look at him, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and defeat. He was still filming, his cock glistening with her ass juices, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

Slowly, she reached out and took his cock in her trembling hand. Her eyes never left the camera as she brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the bitter remnants of his cum. The salty taste made her stomach churn, but she knew she had to go through with it. Her teeth scbangd the sensitive skin as she took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck.

Raj watched with a smug smile, his phone capturing every moment of her humiliation. He knew the video would serve as a powerful reminder of her submission, a tool to keep her in line for the months to come. Her eyes watered as she worked him, her mouth and throat protesting around his girth.
"Oh, it's not over," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to swallow every last drop."

Katrina's stomach churned, but she knew the consequences of not obeying. She took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling his cum slide down her throat. The sensation was horrifying, but she kept her composure, not allowing a single drop to escape her lips.

Raj watched her intently, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Now get dressed. We're going to the bedroom."