Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Blackmail--Part1

Riya carefully chose her outfit as she prepared to visit Shankar the following day. She wore a pink dress, slightly shorter than usual, with a zip at the back. The dress hugged her figure, accentuating her curves, and her toned thighs were more visible than ever. There was an anticipation in the air, and she was excited to see Shankar again, eager for the familiar thrill of their secret moments.


However, as she stepped out of her house and began going to Shankar's quarters, Arjun intercepted her. He called her name, his voice carrying an unfamiliar edge. Riya stopped in her tracks, startled, and turned to face him.


"Arjun? What is it?" she asked, trying to calm her tone.


Arjun smiled, but something was unsettling about how he looked at her. "Come with me, Riya. There's something you need to see at the construction site," he said, gesturing towards the partially built structure where he and Vikram had been working.


Riya hesitated momentarily, unsure of what this was about, but she followed him. They went to a secluded area behind the construction site, where Vikram was waiting. She looked around, confused, and then back at Arjun.


"What is this about?" she asked, her voice shaky now.


Arjun exchanged a knowing glance with Vikram before turning his attention back to her. He pulled out his phone and showed her the video of Shankar and her intimate moment. Riya’s heart sank as she realized what it was. Her face turned pale, and she looked up at them, her eyes wide with shock.


Arjun's voice was calm, but there was a hint of menace. "We know your secret, Riya. We saw everything yesterday. And we even recorded it. Now, we don't want to cause you trouble... or Shankar. But we do want something in return."


Riya's heart was pounding, her mind racing with panic. "What... what do you want?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper
.

Vikram stepped forward, a sly smile playing on his lips. "It's simple, Riya. We want you to kiss us. Five minutes each day, just like you do with Shankar in the same way. Nothing more, nothing less."


Riya’s eyes widened, and she felt her stomach turn. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought of being coerced, of having to be intimate with these men, made her feel sick. But she also knew the power they held over her. If that video got out, it would ruin everything—her family’s reputation, her father's trust, and whatever she had with Shankar.


Arjun stepped closer, his eyes locking with hers. "Think of it as just a little favor, Riya. We don't want to hurt you. We want a taste of what Shankar has."


Riya swallowed hard, her throat dry. She felt trapped, with no way out. The pressure of their demand weighed heavily on her.


Riya's heart sank as she realized she had to comply. The thought of her intimate moments with Shankar being exposed terrified her. With a deep breath, she nodded reluctantly, agreeing to their demand. After all, it was "just a kiss," she tried to convince herself.


Arjun and Vikram exchanged triumphant glances. Arjun wasted no time, stepping closer to her. He demanded the kiss be like what he had seen in the video, full of passion and involvement. Riya hesitated, feeling her stomach churn with anxiety. She leaned in, pressing her lips against Arjun's, her movements hesitant and lacking the intensity that Arjun had witnessed with Shankar.


After a few seconds, Arjun pulled back, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "No, Riya, that's not it," he said, shaking his head. "That's nothing like what I saw in the video. There was passion, involvement... This is just that you are going through the motions."


Arjun stepped back, pulled a nearby chair, and sat down. He patted his lap with a sly grin. "Come on, Riya. Sit here, just like with Shankar. Let’s do this properly."


Riya swallowed hard, her face burning with embarrassment. She wanted to protest, but the fear of what they held over her silenced her. Slowly, she walked toward Arjun, her hands trembling as she climbed onto his lap. She could feel the roughness of his jeans against her thighs, and it made her shiver with discomfort.


She leaned in again, trying to kiss him, but her fear and hesitation were evident. Arjun, clearly dissatisfied, pulled back once more. "No, Riya. This is not what I saw. You're not giving in the way you did with Shankar," he said with a frustrated edge.


He glanced at Vikram, who was watching intently, then looked back at Riya with a smirk. "Maybe you need some help getting into the mood," Arjun said, his eyes narrowing. He reached out, his hand resting on her waist, before moving to her back. Riya stiffened as his hand slid down, hesitating before resting on her thigh. He gave her a slight squeeze, his eyes locking onto hers.


Riya’s breath caught in her throat. The sensation of Arjun's hand on her body was repulsive. She felt her eyes well up, but she forced herself not to cry, knowing that any sign of weakness would only worsen things. Arjun moved his other hand slowly up her back, then gently cupped her neck.


"See, Riya," Arjun said, his voice almost mockingly gentle, "the way you kissed Shankar was different because you wanted it. Please do the same with me. Kiss me like you mean it. Use your hands, lean into it."


She took a shaky breath, her mind swirling with confusion and disgust, but she did as she was told. Her hands rested on his chest, and she leaned in again. This time, she forced herself to kiss him more deeply, her lips pressing against his with more force, her heart pounding in her chest.


Arjun responded immediately, one of his hands moving to her lower back, pulling her closer while the other slowly made its way up her side, grazing the side of her chest.


Feeling the hands on her body as she kissed Arjun, she tried to give him what he wanted so that it would end.


Arjun looked at Riya, shaking his head slowly, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It's better, Riya, but still not quite there. It would be best if you were more involved than you were with Shankar. You can do better." He exchanged a knowing glance with Vikram, who smirked, clearly enjoying Riya's discomfort.


Riya’s heart sank, and she felt a mix of exhaustion and dread. She had already pushed herself to do something she never thought she would, yet it wasn't enough for Arjun.


Arjun leaned back in his chair, eyes on her, and gestured toward Vikram. "You know, Riya, it's not just me. Vikram deserves his share, too, just like we agreed," he said with a sly smile.


Riya looked at Vikram, who was waiting expectantly, his expression smug.


"Come here, Riya," Vikram said, his voice low and commanding as he patted his lap.


Riya walked over to him, her legs feeling like they could give way. She sat down on his lap, feeling the weight of what she was about to do. She leaned in, pressing her lips against Vikram’s. This time, she tried her best to put more into the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders.


Vikram eagerly kissed her back, his lips pressing harder against hers as his hands started to roam. One rested on her bare thigh, squeezing her skin, while the other made its way up her back, holding her in place. Riya could feel his breath against her face, the intensity of his kiss making her uneasy, but she forced herself to match it, knowing it was the only way to get through this.


Arjun still wasn't satisfied. He looked at Riya, his eyes narrowing with impatience. "Riya, it's still not enough. Something is missing. It's not on the same level as with Shankar," he said firmly.


Vikram nodded in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, Riya. You're holding back, and that’s not what we want. You need to be fully involved. We’re not convinced, not yet."


Riya's heart sank further, and she could feel her legs trembling. She wanted to argue, to push back, but she knew she had no choice. They had recorded her private moments with Shankar—something she couldn't let her family or anyone else know about. She could feel her throat tightening as tears threatened to fall.


Arjun exchanged a look with Vikram and then turned back to Riya. "Maybe you need a bit more help getting in the right mood, just like you did with Shankar," Arjun said, his voice lower and more suggestive.


Riya’s face burned with humiliation as she looked at them. She knew what they wanted. They didn’t just want her to kiss them—they wanted her to react, to show that she was into it, just like in the video. And now, they were willing to push her further to get what they wanted.


Arjun reached out, placing a hand on her waist before slowly sliding it up, grazing her stomach, his fingers brushing against her blouse. He smiled at her, his gaze filled with intent. "We’ll help you get into the mood, Riya. Let’s start with this," he said, his hand moving boldly.


Vikram stepped forward, his hands reaching out to touch her as well. One of his hands landed on her breast, and Riya gasped, her body stiffening. She wanted to pull away, but she knew she couldn't. Vikram gave her a cruel smile, his other hand moving to her stomach, rubbing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.


"Relax, Riya," Vikram whispered, his voice dripping with mock concern. "We’re just trying to help you loosen up, to make it easier for you."


Arjun nodded in agreement, his hand now moving to her other breast, squeezing it through her blouse. Riya felt her breath hitch, her face turning bright red as they touched her. She closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from what was happening, but their hands were relentless, exploring her body in a way that made her feel powerless.


They continued to touch her, their hands moving over her breasts, her stomach, and her waist, trying to ignite the same reactions they had seen in the video. Each touch created an unwanted desire in her.


Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Arjun pulled her closer, his eyes meeting hers. "Now, let’s try again, Riya. This time, do it properly," he said, his tone demanding.


Riya took a shaky breath, her body trembling from their touches. She leaned in toward Arjun, pressing her lips against his, trying to kiss him more intensely. Arjun responded eagerly, his hands still on her body, ensuring she was fully involved. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers while his hands roamed her back, sides, and chest.


Arjun shook his head, though his expression had softened slightly. "It was better, Riya. I can see you're trying," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "But it still lacked the same passion as with Shankar."