Fantasy Katrina Kaif Humiliated and Blackmailed

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My new story

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It is on KATRINA KAIF

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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.

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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."