Fantasy Kareena kapoor in web series

[Chuland]

Kareena felt bile rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She had to keep playing the game.

"Sir, I'm ready," she murmured, her voice a seductive lie. "Your wish is my command."

Shinde's eyes gleamed with victory, mistaking her forced submission for genuine desire. He leaned back, his cock still standing tall as he petted her cheek with his sticky fingers. "Say it," he urged, his voice a gruff whisper. "Say you want me to fuck your ass."

Kareena's stomach churned with revulsion, but she knew she had to play along. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "Meri gaand maro na, sir." The words were a knife in her soul, but she delivered them with a seductive lilt, her eyes never leaving his.

Shinde's cock twitched at the sound of her words, his eyes narrowing with excitement. "Say it louder," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let me hear you beg for it."

Kareena took a deep breath, her heart racing as she leaned back, her breasts swaying with the motion. She knew she had to keep the illusion of willingness intact. "Sir," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise, "my ass is eager for your big cock."

Shinde's eyes narrowed with excitement, his grip on her hips tightening. "I knew you'd come around," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now, spread those cheeks for me."

Kareena felt a wave of nausea wash over her, but she knew she had to keep playing the game. With trembling hands, she reached behind her and spread her cheeks, exposing her ass to his hungry gaze. She could feel the cool air against her anus, a stark contrast to the heat of the room.

"Chal mera lund kadak hoke baitha hai," Shinde murmured, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his erect cock. "Today, I will fuck your ass like a bitch in heat." His words were like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the power dynamic at play.

Kareena took a deep breath and leaned back, her body a canvas of fear and revulsion. "Aapka bada lund hai," she whispered, her voice a shaky imitation of desire. She knew the game she was playing was dangerous, but she had to keep the facade intact.

Shinde's eyes were glued to her ass, his breathing growing more ragged. "Dekho, Pandu," he said, his voice thick with excitement. "Yeh dekho, kitna khoobsurat gaand hai iski."

Pandu licked his lips, his eyes never leaving the exposed flesh. "Han toh sir, kitna bada gaand hai iska," he agreed, his voice a mix of awe and greed.

Shinde leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "Aaj main tujhe khuda ko yaad dilaunga," he murmured in Hindi. His fingers traced the edges of her pussy, his touch featherlight as he teased her clit. "But first, I want to see how much of me you can take in that tight little asshole of yours."

Kareena felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she kept her eyes locked on his, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew that she had to keep playing along, had to keep the illusion of desire intact. "Sir, aap jo bolenge," she murmured, her voice a shaky surrender.

Shinde's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Tumhara gaand mera property hai abhi," he said, his voice a low growl. "Mera lund iss mein dal dunga." His fingers moved to her anus, pressing gently before slipping inside, testing the tightness. Kareena's body tensed, but she forced herself to relax, to take his invasion without protest.

"Ah, kitna chota hol hai," Shinde said, his voice thick with pleasure. "Yeh toh hi bada karunga" He leaned back, his cock now slick with precum. "Pandu, oil," he barked, his eyes never leaving hers. Pandu scurried to the side table, his own cock bobbing with excitement.

"Sir its my first time"Kareena says with a tremble in her voice, trying to sound as seductive as possible, while internally bracing herself for the pain she knows is about to come.

Shinde's grin widens as he squeezes the oil onto his cock, watching as it glistens in the dim light of the hotel room. "Achhi baat hai, Kareena," he responds, his voice thick with excitement. "Mera mauka hai tumhe pehli baar asli mazze dekhane ka."

Kareena's heart races as she feels the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, the coldness of the oil sending a shiver down her spine. She closes her eyes, focusing on the beat of the music, trying to ignore the fear that threatens to consume her.

Shinde's lund moves slowly, inch by inch, into her tight ass. His eyes never leave hers, watching her every reaction, her every twitch and gasp. "Aaj tumhe asli maza aayega," he murmurs, his voice a mix of excitement and cruelty. His hands move to her hips, holding her in place as he begins to thrust deeper.

Kareena's eyes widen with pain, but she forces a moan of pleasure. "Aaah, sir," she says, her voice shaking. "It's... so big."

"Aur abhi toh sirf shuruat hai. Main tujhe asli maze dikhaunga." His cock presses deeper into her, the sensation of fullness overwhelming her. She can feel every ridge and vein of his manhood, stretching her to the brink of pain.

Shinde's lund chal raha hai, andar se bahar, andar se bahar. Kareena's gaand khich khich kar rahi hai.

The pain is unbearable, but Kareena's acting skills are on full display as she forces out moans of pleasure, her teeth clenched tightly as she tries not to cry out. She can feel the sweat trickling down her spine, mixing with the oil and the stickiness of her own desire. The room smells of lust and fear, the scent of their bodies mingling with the artificial musk of the hotel room.

Shinde's cock moves in and out of her ass with a sickening rhythm, each stroke a violation of her body and soul. "Aaah," she says, her voice a mix of pain and forced pleasure. "Aapka lund itna bada hai, sir." She bites her lip hard, trying to focus on the beat of the music, the only thing keeping her from shattering completely.

Pandu stands beside the bed, his cock in his hand as he watches the depraved scene unfold. His eyes are glued to Kareena's face, watching her every expression, every bead of sweat that forms on her brow. He whispers something to Shinde, who laughs cruelly.

"Pandu keh raha hai ki tumhara moaning bahut acha lag raha hai," Shinde says, his eyes never leaving Kareena's. "Use your mouth on her," he orders, his voice a gruff command.

Pandu's eyes light up, and he moves to the bed, his cock bobbing in anticipation. He kneels before Kareena, his cock in front of her face. "Chup kar, bitch," he says, his voice a mix of excitement and malice. "Aaj main tujhe asli khana doonga."

Kareena's eyes widen with fear and revulsion, but she opens her mouth, her mind racing. If she could just keep them both satisfied, maybe she could find a way out of this nightmare. Pandu's cock is thick and veiny, the tip glistening with precum. She takes him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving Shinde's as she performs her degrading task.

Shinde's strokes become more forceful, his grunts of pleasure echoing through the room as he fucks her ass. Kareena's moans are muffled by the cock in her mouth, her own cries of pain and humiliation hidden. She focuses on the beat of the music, letting it drown out the sound of her own degradation. "Bebo Me Bebo" plays on, a macabre soundtrack to the horror unfolding before her.

Shinde's breathing is harsh and ragged, his eyes glazed with lust. "Tera gaand bohot achcha hai, Kareena," he grunts, his hips slamming into her with increasing speed. "Aur teri gaand mein mera lund kitna accha lagta hai." His words are a mix of praise and ownership, a declaration of his dominance.

Kareena can feel the beginnings of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she blinks them away, focusing on the task at hand. She knows that if she shows any sign of weakness, it will only encourage them further. She takes Pandu's cock deeper into her mouth, her throat muscles working overtime to please him. His grunts of pleasure spur her on, even as she feels Shinde's cock stretching her ass to its limits.

"Bebo Me Bebo" reaches its climax, and Kareena knows she can't hold on much longer. She can feel the tension in the room building, the anticipation of their release almost tangible. She moves her hips in time with Shinde's thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she can't let them know, not yet. She has to keep them satisfied, keep them believing that she enjoys this as much as they do.

Shinde's eyes are hooded with lust, his grip on her hips tightening as he moves closer to his climax. Kareena can feel his cock swelling inside her, the pressure almost unbearable. She focuses on her breathing, on the rhythm of the music, on the feel of Pandu's cock in her mouth. Anything but the pain and humiliation she's feeling.

"Aaj main tujhko asli maze dikhaunga," Shinde says again, his voice a low growl as he increases his tempo. Kareena's eyes widen in horror as she realizes what he means. He's going to cum inside her. The thought sends a wave of nausea crashing through her, but she knows she can't stop now. She's too deep in the role, too deep in the game.

Pandu's cock is a thick, heavy presence in her mouth, and she can feel his excitement building, his breaths growing more ragged as he watches his superior fuck her. She tries to ignore the taste, the smell, the feeling of being used. Her hands move to grip the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she prepares herself for what's to come.

Shinde's strokes are becoming more erratic, his breathing more labored. "Tumhara gaand mera hai," he says again, his voice a harsh whisper. "Aur main tumhe asli maze doonga." Kareena knows he's close, can feel it in the way his cock pulses inside her. She braces herself for the inevitable, her eyes never leaving his.

The room is a blur of lust and power, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Kareena's moans are a mix of pain and acting, her body a canvas of submission and defiance. "Aaah, sir," she says, her voice a shaky imitation of pleasure. "Mera gaand aur mai aapki seva me hoon." She's playing the role of the eager whore, hoping it's enough to keep them from crossing that line.

Shinde's breathing is a harsh rasp, his eyes never leaving Kareena's as he fucks her with a ferocity that sends shockwaves of pain through her body. "Harder," he growls, his voice a demand. "I want to hear you scream for it." Kareena clenches her teeth, forcing out a moan as he hits her g-spot. The pain is a crescendo, but she refuses to break character.

"Aapka lund itna khoobsurat hai, sir," she murmurs, her voice a blend of agony and artifice. a seductive performance that keeps the men's focus on her, their desire for her tight ass consuming them.

Shinde's eyes narrow as he watches Kareena's face, her makeup smudging with each grunt and thrust. "Gaand mein dal," he commands, his Hindi thick with lust. His cock slams into her with a wet slap, the sound echoing through the room.

Pandu's breath hitches as he watches Kareena's mouth work over his cock, her eyes watering as she takes him in deeper. "Aur suck it, bitch," he says, his voice strained. Kareena's eyes never leave Shinde's, her gaze a silent plea for this to end.

Shinde's cock hits her g-spot again, and she can't help but let out a moan around Pandu's shaft. It's a sound that sends both men over the edge, their eyes glazed with desire. "Aaah, sir," she says, her voice a mix of pain and submission.

Shinde's eyes roll back in his head as he releases his load deep inside her ass. Kareena's body tenses around him, her muscles clenching as she feels his hot cum fill her up. She keeps her moan steady, never letting them see the revulsion that threatens to consume her. Pandu watches, his own orgasm approaching as he feels her throat constrict around his cock.

"Aaah, Kareena," Shinde groans, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into her. "Tera gaand bohot accha lagta hai." His grip on her hips loosens slightly, his breathing still heavy as he pulls out, a trail of cum leaking out of her.

Pandu watches, his own climax imminent as he feels Kareena's throat tighten around his cock. "AAAAAA AAA," he chants, his voice a high-pitched whine. Kareena's eyes water as she drinks all his cumm, her cheeks hollow with the effort to keep it in her mouth. Her own orgasm is a distant memory, lost in the haze of pain and fear.

"Chal lund saaf kar mera," Shinde says, his voice a low rumble as he watches her. Kareena knows what's expected of her, and she complies, her tongue swirling around the head of Pandu's cock as she cleans him up. Her mouth is filled with the bitter taste of their combined releases, but she doesn't gag. Not yet.

Shinde's cock is still out, his cum dripping down her legs as he watches her with a satisfied smirk. "Bahut accha, Kareena," he says, his Hindi filled with pride. "Tumhara gaand toh bohot accha tha."

Kareena swallows hard, her throat feeling raw from Pandu's cum. She turns to Shinde, her eyes never leaving his as she leans in, her mouth open. She takes his cock in her mouth again, her tongue flicking out to taste the last drops of his release. "Aapka lund itna bada aur khoobsurat hai, sir," she murmurs, her voice a mix of pain and forced adoration.

Her eyes water as she takes him deep, her throat muscles working to accommodate his girth. She can feel him growing harder again, his malicious grin a silent threat. She runs her tongue along the length of his cock, her teeth scbanging gently against the skin as she cleans him off.

Finally, she pulls away, her mouth a mess of spit and cum. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving Shinde's. He's watching her with a lazy, satisfied look on his face, his cock still half-erect. She knows she can't leave yet, not until she's sure the scene is over and she's safe.

"Sir, I'm done," she says, her voice a soft purr. "Can I go now?" She tries to keep the tremor of fear out of her voice, but she can't help the way her body shakes slightly.

Shinde looks down at her, his eyes still glazed with lust. "Tum kahan jaa rahi ho?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. Kareena swallows hard, her mind racing. How does she ask to leave without offending him?

"Sir," she says, her voice a soft purr, "I was just wondering if... if we're finished here. I have other... scenes to prepare for." She keeps her gaze on his, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Shinde's grin is knowing, his eyes flickering to the briefcase of cash on the side table. "Tum toh abhi shuruat mein ho," he says, his voice a low growl. "But I'll let you go. For now." His fingers trace the length of his cock, now mostly flaccid but still slick with cum. "But remember, Kareena," he adds, his tone darkening, "If there's ever any problem with the money, you know what I'll want in return."

The unspoken threat hangs in the air, thick and suffocating. Kareena nods, her heart racing as she slides off the bed, her legs wobbly from the assault. She reaches for the briefcase, her hands shaking as she opens it. The stacks of bills inside are reassuring, a temporary reprieve from the horror she's just endured.

"It's all there, sir," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. She avoids looking at Shinde, focusing instead on rearranging the bills so they look as if they haven't been disturbed. "As agreed."

Shinde nods, his expression unreadable. "Good," he says, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll be expecting my... service." His hand lingers on her thigh, his thumb stroking a slow, possessive path up to her hip. "And remember, Kareena, this is just the beginning."

Kareena nods again, her skin crawling at his touch. "Of course, sir," she says, her voice a mix of submission and defiance. She's playing the role of the willing participant, but inside, she's already plotting her escape, her mind racing with scenarios that might lead to their downfall. She needs to find a way to expose them, to end this nightmare without compromising the show or her career.

Pandu stands back, watching the exchange with a greedy look on his face. Kareena can feel his eyes on her, undressing her, claiming her as his own. But she knows that Shinde is the real threat, the one who holds the power. She has to tread carefully.

"Thank you, sir," she says, her voice a soft whisper as she stands up, the briefcase in her hand. She's naked, her body slick with sweat and their cum. But she doesn't let it show, not even a hint of weakness. She's an actress, a survivor, and she's going to get out of this room with her dignity intact, if not her body.

Shinde nods, his eyes never leaving hers as she walks towards the door. "Don't forget our deal, Kareena," he says, his voice a warning. "Your career is in my hands."

Kareena's heart sinks, but she keeps her smile in place. "I won't, sir," she says sweetly, her eyes dropping to the floor. "Thank you for understanding the artistry of our work." With a grace that belies her inner turmoil, she picks up her clothes and heads to the bathroom. She needs to clean herself up, both physically and mentally, before she can face the world again.

In the bathroom, the harsh lights reveal the bruises already forming on her body, the evidence of their brutality. She turns on the shower and steps in, the hot water washing away their touch, their sweat, their cum. She scrubs herself until her skin is raw, her eyes closed tightly as she tries to erase the images burned into her mind. But she knows she can't scrub away the reality of what happened here.

The water cascades down her face, mixing with her tears as she lets herself break down for the first time since it all started. She feels dirty, used, violated. But she's not going to let them win. She's not going to let them ruin her career, her life.

The next day on set, Kareena puts on a brave face, her makeup flawless as she struts onto the stage. The crew whispers about the rumors of what happened, but she keeps her chin high, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her weakness. She knows they're watching her, waiting for her to crack, but she won't. Not today.

Rohit notices the dark circles under her eyes but says nothing, his own mind racing with how he can use this to his advantage.

Kareena arrives on set early, dressed in a simple yet elegant sari. Her stomach turns as she enters Rohit's office, the memory of the previous night's events still fresh in her mind.

"Good morning, Rohit," she says, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chest.

Rohit looks up from his desk, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Kareena," he says, his eyes raking over her body. "Punctual as always." He gestures to the chair in front of his desk, the one she'd sat on so many times before, discussing scripts and scenes. But today, it felt like a throne for her degradation.

Kareena takes a deep breath, her heart racing. She'd agreed to this, for the sake of the series, for their art. She'd bargained with Shinde, using her body to save the show. But now, facing Rohit in the cold light of day, she isn't so sure she can go through with it. The director's eyes gleam with excitement, his gaze lingering on her mouth as if he can already feel her lips around his cock.

"Sit down, Kareena," he says, his voice low and commanding. She does as she's told, her hands trembling slightly as she arranges her sari, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity. Rohit stands up, his erection pressing against his pants as he walks around the desk.

He unbuckles his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know what to do," he says, his voice a mix of excitement and entitlement. Kareena nods, her heart racing as she watches him undo his zipper. She's agreed to this, a daily ritual of degradation to keep the series afloat. But the thought of it makes her stomach turn.

Her hands shake as she reaches for his cock, feeling the warmth and weight of it in her hand. She opens her mouth, taking him in slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She can feel his excitement growing, his cock hardening as she works her tongue around the head, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Kareena's mind is a whirlwind of emotions, but she focuses on the task at hand, using her years of experience to perform the act with a skill that's almost mesmerizing. Her mouth moves in perfect rhythm with her hand, her tongue dancing around the shaft as she takes him deeper, her throat muscles contracting to mimic the tightness of her pussy.

Her eyes never leave Rohit's, watching the hunger in his gaze as he watches her worship his cock. She licks him like a soft serve cone, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him back in, her teeth barely grazing the skin. It's a dance she's done many times before, but never like this, never with such a sense of dread weighing her down.

The director's hips start to move with hers, his breath hitching as she deepens her strokes. She takes him in deep, her throat muscles contracting around his length, muffling the moans she's trying to suppress. The taste of him is bitter, but she forces herself to ignore it, focusing instead on the sweetness of the victory she knows is within her grasp.

Rohit's hands move to her head, guiding her movements with a gentle but firm pressure. "That's it," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take it all, Kareena. Take it like the good little slut you are." His words are like a slap in the face, but she takes them in stride, her mouth moving faster, her tongue working harder. She knows she's not a slut, not really. But she'll play the part if it means keeping the show, her career, and her dignity intact.

His cock hits the back of her throat, the pressure almost too much to handle. She gags, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat muscles, letting him push deeper. The sounds of his hips slapping against her face fill the room, mingling with her muffled moans. He's fucking her mouth like it's her cunt, his movements rough and demanding. She can feel his excitement building, his cock swelling in her mouth as he gets closer to climax.

The room is a blur of white-hot pain and pleasure. Her jaw is aching, her throat raw from his abuse. But she won't stop. Not until he's finished with her.

Rohit's breath is coming in harsh, uneven pants now, his hips thrusting into her mouth with increasing speed. He's close, she can tell. And she needs him to cum, to get this over with. She sucks harder, her eyes never leaving his.

"Look at me," he grunts, his voice strained. "Look at how much you're enjoying this."

Kareena's eyes water as she obeys, staring up at Rohit as he continues to fuck her mouth. The lie in her eyes is almost convincing, a testament to her acting skills. She can feel his cock pulsing, the warmth of his cum building at the base. Her mind is a whirlwind of fear and anger, but she keeps her face a mask of submission.

With a final, guttural groan, Rohit cums in her mouth, the salty fluid filling it to the brim. She gags again but keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to spill a drop of his seed. The taste is overwhelming, a mix of bitterness and the sickly sweet taste of his arousal. She waits for him to pull out, her cheeks hollowed as she holds his cum inside, her eyes never leaving his.

When he finally does, his cock slips from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving a trail of cum on her chin and neck. "Swallow," he commands, his voice thick with satisfaction. Kareena does as she's told, her throat muscles working overtime as she forces the cum down, feeling it slide into her stomach. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to keep the bile from rising up.

"Now, clean me up," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. Kareena nods, her eyes never leaving his as she takes a deep breath. She knows the drill by now, the sickening routine that follows every one of these encounters.

Her hand moves to his cock, still glistening with her saliva and his own cum. She licks it clean, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make him shiver. The taste of him is still bitter on her tongue, but she's learned to ignore it, to focus on the task at hand. She's become a master at hiding her true feelings, her revulsion and anger buried beneath layers of practiced desire.