Thriller The Story of Meera (Completed)

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It's just that some kinky people like me enjoy this kind of stuff.

Last update will be posted tonight

Yeah yeah... I am not complaining.

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Final Update


When Alisha’s eyes met Reyansh’s, she flashed an inviting smile at him as she sipped her drink.



Reyansh was having a drink with his friends. When he noticed Alisha smiling at him, he smiled back and walked up to her.



“Hey there,” he said, “Would the lady like another drink?”



“Perhaps,” Alisha said taking a sip, “That depends…”



“Depends on?” he asked.



“Whether I like you or not,” she said.



Reyansh raised an eyebrow and scanned Alisha from head to toe. Every curve of her body was deliciously alluring.



“Let’s find out then,” Reyansh said with a smile, “Would you like a take a drive?”



He loved challenges. He was now determined to fuck this woman. He started using all his charms. He led her to his expensive car and watched her expression.



“Wow!” she gasped as she saw his car.



“Well,” he said as he drove off, “At least I know you like my car.”



“She’s pretty,” Alisha said.



“So are you…” Reyansh said running a hand over her exposed thigh. He smiled when she didn’t resist.



“You better watch your hand,” she said, “The stuff you are touching is expensive.”



“Really?” Reyansh asked with a smile, “How much does this pretty set of holes cost for a night?”



He shoved his free hand up her dress and began to rub her crotch from over her panties. Alisha moaned but she still didn’t push his hand away. Reyansh had a wicked smile on his lips and he pushed two fingers inside her panties and touched her pussy lips.



“50K,” Alisha said.



“25,” he replied as he continued rubbing her pussy.



“40,” she replied, trying to control her moaning.



“25,” he said, “Look at your cunt, it is dripping already, honestly, you are not even worth 5k but I have a class and 25 is a generous offer. Either that or I throw you out of my car right now.”



“Okay, 25,” she said in surrender.



Reyansh smiled and started driving towards his house. Once they reached, he led Alisha inside his bedroom.



“Strip whore,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed.



Alisha slid the dress off her shoulders exposing her beautiful large breasts. She slid her panties down her perfectly toned thighs. Her skin was waxed, and was perfectly smooth.



“Make me a drink,” Reyansh ordered.



Alisha picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured him a drink. She slipped a pill into the glass, so that he would fall asleep soon and she could complete her task. She walked towards him with the glass. He roughly grabbed her boobs and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. He started twisting her nipples and Alisha struggled to maintain posture and hold the glass still. Reyansh relished the expression of pain on her face. He continued roughly handling her boobs till he saw tears of helplessness rolling down her cheek.



The he took the glass from her hand and took a sip.



“Spread your legs,” he ordered.



Alisha moved her feet slightly apart. Reyansh sighed in disappointment. “I should have been more specific. Spread you legs like a whore,” he repeated his order.



Alisha moved her feet wider apart. Her pussy was spread open obscenely.



“Now you get the point,” he said with a smile as he casually inserted two fingers inside her pussy as he took another sip. Alisha moaned as she felt his fingers invade her most intimate parts.



“Drop the act slut,” he said, “You are so loose, I could insert both my hands in there and clap. Show me your asshole, I hope you have some hole that is tight enough to be used.”



Alisha felt very embarrassed at his humiliating remark. She quietly bent over and held her ass cheeks apart for him to see her asshole.



“Hmm, this one looks used too…whatever, just lube it up nice and good with those gushing juices,” he said.



Alisha dipped her fingers in her wet pussy and started transferring her pussy juices to her asshole, preparing for anal sex. Reyansh looked at her humiliating display and smiled. He casually opened a drawer and tossed a huge vibrator at her.



“Put this inside your sloppy cunt,” he said.



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open seeing the size of that thing. “Please this is too big,” she requested.



“It’s the perfect size to fill up a loose whore like you,” Reyansh said casually.



Alisha tried to obey his command. She tried to push the huge vibrator in her pussy, but was indeed too large for her.



“Please, I can’t” she begged tearfully.



“If I want it in, it goes it, you understand?” Reyansh said sternly, “Do it yourself or I’ll come and give it a shove.”



Alisha panicked. She knew if he were to do it, he would be very rough. She pushed it harder and slowly inch by inch her pussy began to stretch to accommodate the invading object. And finally she was able to fit the whole vibrator inside herself. She felt full and stretched like never before. Reyansh switch on the vibrator and the pain of stretching was now replaced by waves of pleasure. Alisha could barely keep her balance, and the sexual pleasure emanating from her pussy was making her lose tone. She fell to her knees panting. Her pussy juices were now running down her thighs.



“Enjoying like a true whore, aren’t you?” Reyansh said, “What did I say, it wuld fit you just right. Why, I am sure you can take twice the size of that with just as much ease.”



“No, please no,” Alisha begged on her knees. Her breath was ragged as she was nearing her orgasm.



And just as she was about to cum, Reyansh turned of the vibrator. Alisha moaned in disappointment and looked at Reyansh, her eyes begging him to let her cum.



“Suck me,” he ordered.



Alisha crawled towards him and undid his belt. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. Then she began to kiss his cock from over his pants.



Reyansh roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her away. Then he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her scream, “No kissing, no cuddling, no romance, get it?” he said roughly, “You are a whore who is here to get her holes pounded for money so don’t try to be anything more than that.”



“I’m sorry,” she begged tearfully.



Reyansh smiled and relaxed the grip over her hair. She pulled off his underwear and took his erect cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the entire length, and began to suck it gently. Reyansh threw his head back enjoying the feel of her warm mouth over his cock. She also started gently playing with his balls as his arousal grew. As more and more of his blood rushed into his cock, he became that much more animalistic.



“If I feel teeth, I’m gonna have you throw on the street naked,” he warned and he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into the throat.



Alisha gagged for a moment and struggled, but eventually relaxed and accepted the invasion. He grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. She had no choice but to let him do what he wished. He turned on the vibrator, and Alisha began to move her hips rhythmically preparing for intercourse.



Reyansh pulled her head off his cock and ordered her to get on all fours. Alisha felt the tip of his cock pushing against her tight asshole. She felt a pain as the head of his cock made its was past her anal ring. And soon, the whole of his cock was in her ass. With the huge vibrator already in her pussy, Alisha felt so full, like she would explode. Reyansh enjoyed the silken feel of her insides as he withdrew slightly and rammed the whole length in, penetrating even deeper this time. Alisha moaned as he grabbed her hair and started moving in and out of her rhythmically. Her own orgasm was building from the subtle vibrations in the dept of the womb. Her pussy and ass were on fire.



As Reyansh pounded away in her ass, Alisha moaned loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. Reyansh grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her ass. Then he pulled out of her and made her lick him clean. He enjoyed the feeling of shame on her face, as he humiliated her to the core. Once she had finished licking him clean, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bathroom.



Reyansh cuffed her hands to a water faucet and made her kneel on the bathroom floor.



“Dirty things stay out of my bedroom. You are going to spend the night here,” he said as he strapped a ball gag to the back of her head, "And this gag is because you are going to cum the whole night and I don't want your slutty moans disturbing my sleep."



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open and she struggled with the restraints when she heard him. She could only make muffled sounds through her gag.



“What?” he said smiling at the miserable woman, “You think I share my bed with filthy whores like you?”



He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving Alisha handcuffed and gagged in the dark.



Alisha was utterly disgusted by the way he treated her. She sobbed helplessly for a while. He had left the vibrator on in her pussy. The gentle vibrations brought her close to another orgasm. His cum was leaking from her ass as she jerked her hips as another orgasm hit her.



She started thinking of a way to get free. She had a mission to complete and she didn’t have all night. But the overwhelming sexual sensations were clouding her mind and it was difficult to think straight. Her hands were cuffed above her head and she was forced into a kneeling position. She tried to reach for the bobby pin in her hair. After some struggle, she managed to pull it out of her hair. She stuck one end of the pin the lock of the handcuffs and started picking the lock. She was well trained in stealth and combat techniques, but it was dark and that didn’t make her lock picking task any easier. After a lot of struggle, finally, she was free. She took off her gag and removed the vibrator from her pussy and gently placed it on the bathroom floor. She wiped herself clean with a tissue.



The she walked towards the bathroom door and placed her ear against the door. She heard no movement. She opened the door without making a sound and entered the bedroom. Reyansh was asleep. She gently tapped his cheek to ensure that he was in deep sleep and will not wake up at the slightest sound. Then she quickly looked around to ensure that there were no pre-installed cameras.



She stealthily began to search for his laptop inside his bedroom. She made sure she doesn’t disturb the objects in the room so that Reyansh doesn’t get suspicious when he wakes up. Finally, she found his laptop and turned it on. She quickly removed the pen drive Meera had given her and plugged it in and ensured that the WiFi was on. Once everything was in place, she sent a coded text to Meera.



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Meera was sitting in her apartment next to Aryan waiting for Alisha’s text. As soon as Meera’s phone chimed with Alisha’s text, Meera texted the hacker and gave him the signal. The hacker got to work and within 20 minutes he had access to all the data. He started uploading the data on a cloud.



It was 2 am. Meera was visibly anxious. She lifted a cigarette and put it to her lips and lit it with her lighter. Her hands were trembling. Every minute she glanced at her laptop screen waiting for the hacker’s email. As soon as her mail chimed with the hacker’s link, she clicked on the download button.



Aryan gently pulled the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it in an ashtray. “You don’t need that, just calm down.” Aryan said.



Meera held her head between her palms trying to calm the terrible storm in her head and the videos began to download rapidly.



As soon as the download was complete, Meera anxiously opened it. There was a plethora of videos inside it. Meera clicked on the folder named Naina and found a huge collection of videos inside it.



“Are you sure you want to Meera?” Aryan said.



Meera ignored Aryan and played all the videos one by one. Her expression was eerily cold as she watched Naina being systematically abused and degraded by Neil.



“Meera, I think you should stop…” Aryan said gently placing a hand on her shoulder.



Meera didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at Aryan. She kept her eyes fixed on the video. She sharply turned up the volume till the Naina screams echoed throughout the room.



“Meera please…” Aryan implored again.



Meera gave a very angry look to Aryan. Her gaze was so piercing it made him shudder. “Shut the fuck up! This is fucking personal,” She spoke bitterly.



Aryan sat quietly and let Meera finish watching each and every one of the videos. And then she reached the last, most devastating video of Neil’s birthday party. The last night that Naina was alive. Meera watched without blinking the full extent of Naina’s suffering that caused her to end her life. She watched her go through unbearable pain that she couldn’t bear the courage to even talk about. The last evening of Naina’s life that shattered her heart into a million pieces such that she could find peace only in death.



Once the video ended, Meera called up Alisha and said, “Inject that vial into his vein.” Meera hung up the phone.



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Alisha loaded a syringe that she was carrying in her purse and found a prominent vein on Reyansh’s arm. She gently injected the vial’s contents into his vein. Due to the drug that she had given him, he was too fast asleep to feel the needle prick.



Then Alisha placed everything back the way it was. She went back to the bathroom and cuffed herself just like he had left her, with the ball gag in her mouth and vibrator in her pussy.



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Meera was visibly upset after seeing Naina’s videos.



“What was in that vial Meera?” Aryan asked, “The one that Mithila gave you? What does it do exactly?”



“You’ll see Aryan,” Meera said bitterly, “The whole world will see.”



Aryan held her in his arms constantly comforting her.



“She loved him Aryan,” Meera said as she broke down in his arms, “My sweet Naina di, she loved Neil with all her heart…and this is what he did to her…she begged him, and he didn’t listen…she didn’t deserve this! She was a good person…she was so sweet and kind, and this is what Neil did to her! And Armaan knew I’d expose Neil so he ruined my life too…”



“I’m sorry Meera,” Aryan said comforting her, “I can understand how it feels to lose someone you love…”



Meera sobbed in his arms. Aryan was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.



“You asked about Saloni the other day,” Aryan said stroking Meera hair, “She was the woman I loved the most in the world.”



Meera looked up at Aryan. She noticed his eyes were sad, almost tearful.



“I was an orphan too Meera, just like you, and I grew up in an orphanage,” Aryan said, “Life was tough, but I was happy. When I grew up, I joined college. I used to do menial jobs in the evening to pay for my fees. I hoped to have a decent job once I finished my graduation. And then, Saloni came into my life. She was a beautiful girl, simple and innocent, she was…the quiet type. She wouldn’t talk much, had few friends and spent most of her time at the library. We met and became friends, and soon fell in love. We had this beautiful relationship for almost three years...”



Meera noticed a hint of happiness on Aryan’s face as he continued.



“I was in my final year of college and I was soon going to finish my graduation. Next step was to meet her parents and ask for her hand in marriage. She was going to introduce me to her parents, but before that…” Aryan choked in grief for a moment and continued, “She had gone to Goa for a trip with her friend. For the first 2 days, she sent me pictures, she was so happy. And then on the third day, she disappeared…both Saloni and her friend, they were gone. There was no trace at all. Her parents filed a missing report, and one of the things that came forth during police investigation was our relationship…and it turned out that I was the person closest to her.”



“Saloni’s parents, they were just angry, and they blamed it on me,” Aryan said, “They kept accusing me that I did something to her. They got me arrested on suspicion of her murder, I was tortured in police custody. I spent a few months in jail. It was not easy to…survive there, but I learned eventually. Most of the other inmates were convicted criminals, and gradually I began to understand the world of crime. I was released eventually as they could neither prove murder nor my guilt.”



“I never cared if the world thinks Saloni was dead,” Aryan said, “I wasn’t going to give up. I kept looking for her. In jail, I met some people who knew things, they did this for a living, finding out information and then selling it for a living. I learned this work, and over years I became good at it. My network spread across the city and eventually around the country. I was good, and I knew most of the things that were happening in the underworld. But I still I had no clue where my Saloni was. Only information I had was that perhaps she was taken by an organized trafficking gang and she was most likely in another country.”



“When you and Kabir arrived in Mumbai,” Aryan said, “Someone informed me that you both have escaped from traffickers. I had some hope that perhaps one of you could have seen Saloni. The chances were remote, but still I decided it was worth a shot. You had no memory, so I approached Kabir. I showed him a picture of Saloni and he recognized her! He had seen her, around the same place where you were kept. Perhaps you don’t know this Meera but, Kabir, he knew stuff and had his resources. He always tried to keep a low profile, but his looks and his accent gave away the fact that he was an Arab. And I doubt that he was a slave there, it is hard for a slave to have that kind of resources. He gave me some contacts in Dubai, I went looking for her and finally, I was able to find her! I still remember the first time I saw her after 5 years…she was still so beautiful…but she didn’t recognize me. They did something to her…I don’t know what, and I didn’t care either, I just wanted my Saloni back.”



Aryan paused to wipe a tear off his cheek and continued, “I didn’t have enough the strength or resources to fight an organized trafficking gang or to run away with Saloni. But I had money that I had earned over years. I spent every last rupee I owned to buy her freedom and bring her back safely. I even had to borrow money keeping my house mortgage, but Saloni was all that mattered to me. I brought her back to Mumbai. I took her to her parents, but she didn’t recognize them. And they didn’t want her either knowing what she had been through. I brought her home. I took care of her. But she was completely broken. She would barely talk, she would barely eat, she just spent her time blankly gazing at a wall. Sometimes she would call out to me, and I used to see a hint of love for me in her eyes. But the very next moment, her gaze would turn blank. I was almost broke, but still I did everything I could to help her, to provide for her. I bought her gifts, cooked her food she liked, I spent time with her…I even took her to therapy, hoping to heal her. But nothing worked. She was like a living corpse. She was alive and breathing, but there was no soul in her body, no life in her eyes. I was fighting a losing battle.”



“Then it was her birthday, 28th of December,” Aryan said, “Almost a month after I brought her to Mumbai. I dressed her up and took her out to her favorite restaurant. For the first time in a month, I watched her smile. I was hopeful that she is going to be OK. I held her close, I told her I wanted to marry her, and that I would take care of her for the rest of my life, I put a ring on her…”



Aryan could not talk anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes continuously. He just looked away. Meera hugged him, trying to comfort him.



“I held her in my arms that night,” he said, “I told her over and over again how much I loved her, and that I needed her, and I would wait forever for her to…come back to me. And I would take care of her till my last breath. She smiled at me, and my heart felt peace. I felt everything was going to be OK…it will take time, but eventually, we would be alright. But when I woke up, found myself in a pool of her blood. She had slit her wrists. I was devastated. I held her in my arms as I cried my heart out, but she was stiff and cold. She left me, just like that…she didn’t leave me a note, she didn’t say anything, she just…left. I wish she had said something…anything…that she loves me…or at least goodbye…”



Meera looked at Aryan. She had never seen him so broken. She hugged him tightly and rubbed his back. “I am so sorry, Aryan,” she said.



Aryan hugged Meera and cried for a while. Then he composed himself and looked at her lovingly and said, “I admire you so much Meera, you’ve been through hell, but still look at you, you smile, you laugh, there is this beautiful shine in your eyes, you are just so full of life, girl! Knowing what happened to Saloni, I know it wouldn’t have been easy. I can only imagine your strength Meera, how you hide your excruciating pain behind you mesmerizing smile. You are truly amazing. Please be this way forever. Thank you for bringing some light to my life.”



Aryan kissed Meera deeply, “I really don’t know if you want me Meera, but if you need me, I’ll be there for you. I’ll take care of you and do anything that you need me to. I am looking for your child Meera, and I really hope I find her. I really want to do at least this much for you.”



“I know you will find her someday,” Meera said lovingly kissing his forehead, “I’ve thought of a name for her. I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”



“That’s a sweet name, Meera,” Aryan said pulling her into his embrace.



“Is your house still mortgaged?” Meera asked.



Aryan nodded. “She lived with me there for a month. Although she was barely alive, I can still feel her scent in that house everywhere…” he said, “I can’t lose that house Meera, I still feel her presence there…my Saloni…perhaps that’s why I was desperate and demanded exorbitant amounts from you in the beginning, I was just heartbroken…but when I saw what it was costing you…I just couldn’t…”



Aryan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.



“You are a sweetheart you know that, Aryan,” Meera said hugging him lovingly.



She held him till she felt him calm down. Both of them were very quiet in each other’s embrace. They just felt the warmth of each other’s bodies, and tried to fill that emptiness in their souls due to the loss of their partners.



Several hours passed by. The moon was throwing its silken light through the window. Meera lit and cigarette and took and puff. And then passed it to Aryan.



“So, what’s the update on the tasks I had assigned?” she asked.



“Well, your social media profile and blog is ready as you had asked,” Aryan said, “We have a GPS tracker on each other of their fancy cars so you can track their movements. About that house, the one next to Neil’s house, we are trying to acquire it. Negotiations are on.”



“That’s great,” Meera said, “I’ve taken Adil into confidence. He said he’ll help if needed.”



“So, you quit the job?” Aryan asked.



“Yes, for now,” Meera said, “I discussed with Adil and he said he understands. He’s a sweetheart.”



“Yup, he is way honorable for the profession he is in,” Aryan said, “And I trust him. What about Mithila, how much does she know?”



“Not much actually,” Meera said, “And I’d like to keep it that way. She is helping with some medical stuff, that’s all. I haven’t told her much.”



“That’s good,” Aryan said, “Among all of us, she is the most susceptible. Too much information would put her in danger. Either way, you gotta watch over her Meera.”



“Of course, I will,” Meera said taking a puff and passing the cigarette to Aryan, “Reyansh has been dealt with. He is going to see the magic of that little needle prick very soon.”



“Your doctor has her resources,” Aryan said taking a puff.



“Indeed! Mithila has her reasons,” Meera said with a smile. “And I have a plan for that doctor friend of Neil, what’s his name again?”



“Dr. Aarav,” Aryan said.



“Yeah Aarav…” Meera said with a devilish gleam in her eyes as she smoked, “I’ve heard he’s going to get a reward for expertise in microsurgery. He must have worked really hard for that, no?”



Aryan just smiled at her as he understood her intentions.



“I would be very careful with Armaan though, he is like their big brother and watches over the others,” Aryan said, “You have just one shot at this Meera. Whatever you are planning, synchronize it such that all of four them are ambushed at the same time. These are intelligent and powerful men Meera, you cannot afford to alert them. Especially Armaan, he’s got connections. Stay below his radar, coz if you give him the slightest of hint, he’ll crush you like an insect, he is powerful enough to do that.”



Meera laughed. “You know what’s my greatest strength Aryan?” she said with a smile, “I have nothing to lose.”



“While Armaan…” she said smiling at Pankhudi’s picture, “…has something very precious at stake. I have some very delicious plans for him Aryan, with Armaan, it is personal.”



“Wait, are you planning to…” Aryan objected, “No…Meera, Pankhudi is a nice girl. She is sweet and innocent, and she has never hurt a soul.”



Meera’s expression suddenly darkened. “Naina was a nice girl too, Aryan. Sweet and innocent and she loved Neil with all her heart. And you saw what he did to her? You saw with your own fucking eyes, didn’t you!” Meera screamed.



Then she broke down into tears and said, “And what about me Aryan? Did I deserve any of what happened to me? Armaan sold me off as a sex slave, I was raped countless number of times…do you know how many men have…I feel so dirty…I’ve given birth to a child that I don’t know is even alive or not, and then they did something to me and I’ll never be a mother again, and I sleep with men and take their beatings for a living, all the pain and humiliation I took quietly just to survive…and…wasn’t I innocent too? Did I really deserve all of that?”



Meera fell to her knees and cried bitterly. Aryan tried to hug her put she pushed him away violently.



After a while she wiped her tears and looked at Aryan with determination, “And if you think I shouldn’t hurt the people they care about, because they are ‘innocent’, well, FUCK YOU! They are going to burn, and Neil and Armaan are going to helplessly watch their loved ones suffer!”



Aryan hugged Meera tightly and pacified her. She broke down in his arms and wept.



“I am sorry Meera,” Aryan said running his hand lovingly on her back as she wept, “I didn’t mean it like that. I promised you my loyalty and I’ll do everything you want me to whether I approve of it or not. And you know what, what I think doesn’t even matter. After what you have been through, I have no right to judge you. This is your fight, and I will support you in every way I can. Just know that you are amazing and I truly admire you.”



Meera smiled faintly.



“Do you have an exit plan?” Aryan asked Meera.



Meera just shook her head.



“When all this is over, you’ll need an exit plan,” Aryan said running his hand through her hair as she hugged him, “Your plan will utterly devastate them and Armaan is going rain hell on you if he finds you. He won’t rest till you are dead. I’ll plan an exit strategy for you so we could get you out of this mess safely once you are done.”



“Thank you, Aryan,” she said snuggling deeper into his arms.



Aryan held her in his arms till she fell asleep.



Next morning Aryan received a phone call. He answered it and smiled.



“The deal is done,” Aryan said kissing Meera awake, “You can move into that house anytime now.”



“I am sure Neil is going to love his new neighbour,” Meera said with a smile.




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When Alisha’s eyes met Reyansh’s, she flashed an inviting smile at him as she sipped her drink.



Reyansh was having a drink with his friends. When he noticed Alisha smiling at him, he smiled back and walked up to her.



“Hey there,” he said, “Would the lady like another drink?”



“Perhaps,” Alisha said taking a sip, “That depends…”



“Depends on?” he asked.



“Whether I like you or not,” she said.



Reyansh raised an eyebrow and scanned Alisha from head to toe. Every curve of her body was deliciously alluring.



“Let’s find out then,” Reyansh said with a smile, “Would you like a take a drive?”



He loved challenges. He was now determined to fuck this woman. He started using all his charms. He led her to his expensive car and watched her expression.



“Wow!” she gasped as she saw his car.



“Well,” he said as he drove off, “At least I know you like my car.”



“She’s pretty,” Alisha said.



“So are you…” Reyansh said running a hand over her exposed thigh. He smiled when she didn’t resist.



“You better watch your hand,” she said, “The stuff you are touching is expensive.”



“Really?” Reyansh asked with a smile, “How much does this pretty set of holes cost for a night?”



He shoved his free hand up her dress and began to rub her crotch from over her panties. Alisha moaned but she still didn’t push his hand away. Reyansh had a wicked smile on his lips and he pushed two fingers inside her panties and touched her pussy lips.



“50K,” Alisha said.



“25,” he replied as he continued rubbing her pussy.



“40,” she replied, trying to control her moaning.



“25,” he said, “Look at your cunt, it is dripping already, honestly, you are not even worth 5k but I have a class and 25 is a generous offer. Either that or I throw you out of my car right now.”



“Okay, 25,” she said in surrender.



Reyansh smiled and started driving towards his house. Once they reached, he led Alisha inside his bedroom.



“Strip whore,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed.



Alisha slid the dress off her shoulders exposing her beautiful large breasts. She slid her panties down her perfectly toned thighs. Her skin was waxed, and was perfectly smooth.



“Make me a drink,” Reyansh ordered.



Alisha picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured him a drink. She slipped a pill into the glass, so that he would fall asleep soon and she could complete her task. She walked towards him with the glass. He roughly grabbed her boobs and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. He started twisting her nipples and Alisha struggled to maintain posture and hold the glass still. Reyansh relished the expression of pain on her face. He continued roughly handling her boobs till he saw tears of helplessness rolling down her cheek.



The he took the glass from her hand and took a sip.



“Spread your legs,” he ordered.



Alisha moved her feet slightly apart. Reyansh sighed in disappointment. “I should have been more specific. Spread you legs like a whore,” he repeated his order.



Alisha moved her feet wider apart. Her pussy was spread open obscenely.



“Now you get the point,” he said with a smile as he casually inserted two fingers inside her pussy as he took another sip. Alisha moaned as she felt his fingers invade her most intimate parts.



“Drop the act slut,” he said, “You are so loose, I could insert both my hands in there and clap. Show me your asshole, I hope you have some hole that is tight enough to be used.”



Alisha felt very embarrassed at his humiliating remark. She quietly bent over and held her ass cheeks apart for him to see her asshole.



“Hmm, this one looks used too…whatever, just lube it up nice and good with those gushing juices,” he said.



Alisha dipped her fingers in her wet pussy and started transferring her pussy juices to her asshole, preparing for anal sex. Reyansh looked at her humiliating display and smiled. He casually opened a drawer and tossed a huge vibrator at her.



“Put this inside your sloppy cunt,” he said.



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open seeing the size of that thing. “Please this is too big,” she requested.



“It’s the perfect size to fill up a loose whore like you,” Reyansh said casually.



Alisha tried to obey his command. She tried to push the huge vibrator in her pussy, but was indeed too large for her.



“Please, I can’t” she begged tearfully.



“If I want it in, it goes it, you understand?” Reyansh said sternly, “Do it yourself or I’ll come and give it a shove.”



Alisha panicked. She knew if he were to do it, he would be very rough. She pushed it harder and slowly inch by inch her pussy began to stretch to accommodate the invading object. And finally she was able to fit the whole vibrator inside herself. She felt full and stretched like never before. Reyansh switch on the vibrator and the pain of stretching was now replaced by waves of pleasure. Alisha could barely keep her balance, and the sexual pleasure emanating from her pussy was making her lose tone. She fell to her knees panting. Her pussy juices were now running down her thighs.



“Enjoying like a true whore, aren’t you?” Reyansh said, “What did I say, it wuld fit you just right. Why, I am sure you can take twice the size of that with just as much ease.”



“No, please no,” Alisha begged on her knees. Her breath was ragged as she was nearing her orgasm.



And just as she was about to cum, Reyansh turned of the vibrator. Alisha moaned in disappointment and looked at Reyansh, her eyes begging him to let her cum.



“Suck me,” he ordered.



Alisha crawled towards him and undid his belt. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. Then she began to kiss his cock from over his pants.



Reyansh roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her away. Then he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her scream, “No kissing, no cuddling, no romance, get it?” he said roughly, “You are a whore who is here to get her holes pounded for money so don’t try to be anything more than that.”



“I’m sorry,” she begged tearfully.



Reyansh smiled and relaxed the grip over her hair. She pulled off his underwear and took his erect cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the entire length, and began to suck it gently. Reyansh threw his head back enjoying the feel of her warm mouth over his cock. She also started gently playing with his balls as his arousal grew. As more and more of his blood rushed into his cock, he became that much more animalistic.



“If I feel teeth, I’m gonna have you throw on the street naked,” he warned and he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into the throat.



Alisha gagged for a moment and struggled, but eventually relaxed and accepted the invasion. He grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. She had no choice but to let him do what he wished. He turned on the vibrator, and Alisha began to move her hips rhythmically preparing for intercourse.



Reyansh pulled her head off his cock and ordered her to get on all fours. Alisha felt the tip of his cock pushing against her tight asshole. She felt a pain as the head of his cock made its was past her anal ring. And soon, the whole of his cock was in her ass. With the huge vibrator already in her pussy, Alisha felt so full, like she would explode. Reyansh enjoyed the silken feel of her insides as he withdrew slightly and rammed the whole length in, penetrating even deeper this time. Alisha moaned as he grabbed her hair and started moving in and out of her rhythmically. Her own orgasm was building from the subtle vibrations in the dept of the womb. Her pussy and ass were on fire.



As Reyansh pounded away in her ass, Alisha moaned loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. Reyansh grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her ass. Then he pulled out of her and made her lick him clean. He enjoyed the feeling of shame on her face, as he humiliated her to the core. Once she had finished licking him clean, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bathroom.



Reyansh cuffed her hands to a water faucet and made her kneel on the bathroom floor.



“Dirty things stay out of my bedroom. You are going to spend the night here,” he said as he strapped a ball gag to the back of her head, "And this gag is because you are going to cum the whole night and I don't want your slutty moans disturbing my sleep."



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open and she struggled with the restraints when she heard him. She could only make muffled sounds through her gag.



“What?” he said smiling at the miserable woman, “You think I share my bed with filthy whores like you?”



He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving Alisha handcuffed and gagged in the dark.



Alisha was utterly disgusted by the way he treated her. She sobbed helplessly for a while. He had left the vibrator on in her pussy. The gentle vibrations brought her close to another orgasm. His cum was leaking from her ass as she jerked her hips as another orgasm hit her.



She started thinking of a way to get free. She had a mission to complete and she didn’t have all night. But the overwhelming sexual sensations were clouding her mind and it was difficult to think straight. Her hands were cuffed above her head and she was forced into a kneeling position. She tried to reach for the bobby pin in her hair. After some struggle, she managed to pull it out of her hair. She stuck one end of the pin the lock of the handcuffs and started picking the lock. She was well trained in stealth and combat techniques, but it was dark and that didn’t make her lock picking task any easier. After a lot of struggle, finally, she was free. She took off her gag and removed the vibrator from her pussy and gently placed it on the bathroom floor. She wiped herself clean with a tissue.



The she walked towards the bathroom door and placed her ear against the door. She heard no movement. She opened the door without making a sound and entered the bedroom. Reyansh was asleep. She gently tapped his cheek to ensure that he was in deep sleep and will not wake up at the slightest sound. Then she quickly looked around to ensure that there were no pre-installed cameras.



She stealthily began to search for his laptop inside his bedroom. She made sure she doesn’t disturb the objects in the room so that Reyansh doesn’t get suspicious when he wakes up. Finally, she found his laptop and turned it on. She quickly removed the pen drive Meera had given her and plugged it in and ensured that the WiFi was on. Once everything was in place, she sent a coded text to Meera.



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Meera was sitting in her apartment next to Aryan waiting for Alisha’s text. As soon as Meera’s phone chimed with Alisha’s text, Meera texted the hacker and gave him the signal. The hacker got to work and within 20 minutes he had access to all the data. He started uploading the data on a cloud.



It was 2 am. Meera was visibly anxious. She lifted a cigarette and put it to her lips and lit it with her lighter. Her hands were trembling. Every minute she glanced at her laptop screen waiting for the hacker’s email. As soon as her mail chimed with the hacker’s link, she clicked on the download button.



Aryan gently pulled the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it in an ashtray. “You don’t need that, just calm down.” Aryan said.



Meera held her head between her palms trying to calm the terrible storm in her head and the videos began to download rapidly.



As soon as the download was complete, Meera anxiously opened it. There was a plethora of videos inside it. Meera clicked on the folder named Naina and found a huge collection of videos inside it.



“Are you sure you want to Meera?” Aryan said.



Meera ignored Aryan and played all the videos one by one. Her expression was eerily cold as she watched Naina being systematically abused and degraded by Neil.



“Meera, I think you should stop…” Aryan said gently placing a hand on her shoulder.



Meera didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at Aryan. She kept her eyes fixed on the video. She sharply turned up the volume till the Naina screams echoed throughout the room.



“Meera please…” Aryan implored again.



Meera gave a very angry look to Aryan. Her gaze was so piercing it made him shudder. “Shut the fuck up! This is fucking personal,” She spoke bitterly.



Aryan sat quietly and let Meera finish watching each and every one of the videos. And then she reached the last, most devastating video of Neil’s birthday party. The last night that Naina was alive. Meera watched without blinking the full extent of Naina’s suffering that caused her to end her life. She watched her go through unbearable pain that she couldn’t bear the courage to even talk about. The last evening of Naina’s life that shattered her heart into a million pieces such that she could find peace only in death.



Once the video ended, Meera called up Alisha and said, “Inject that vial into his vein.” Meera hung up the phone.



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Alisha loaded a syringe that she was carrying in her purse and found a prominent vein on Reyansh’s arm. She gently injected the vial’s contents into his vein. Due to the drug that she had given him, he was too fast asleep to feel the needle prick.



Then Alisha placed everything back the way it was. She went back to the bathroom and cuffed herself just like he had left her, with the ball gag in her mouth and vibrator in her pussy.



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Meera was visibly upset after seeing Naina’s videos.



“What was in that vial Meera?” Aryan asked, “The one that Mithila gave you? What does it do exactly?”



“You’ll see Aryan,” Meera said bitterly, “The whole world will see.”



Aryan held her in his arms constantly comforting her.



“She loved him Aryan,” Meera said as she broke down in his arms, “My sweet Naina di, she loved Neil with all her heart…and this is what he did to her…she begged him, and he didn’t listen…she didn’t deserve this! She was a good person…she was so sweet and kind, and this is what Neil did to her! And Armaan knew I’d expose Neil so he ruined my life too…”



“I’m sorry Meera,” Aryan said comforting her, “I can understand how it feels to lose someone you love…”



Meera sobbed in his arms. Aryan was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.



“You asked about Saloni the other day,” Aryan said stroking Meera hair, “She was the woman I loved the most in the world.”



Meera looked up at Aryan. She noticed his eyes were sad, almost tearful.



“I was an orphan too Meera, just like you, and I grew up in an orphanage,” Aryan said, “Life was tough, but I was happy. When I grew up, I joined college. I used to do menial jobs in the evening to pay for my fees. I hoped to have a decent job once I finished my graduation. And then, Saloni came into my life. She was a beautiful girl, simple and innocent, she was…the quiet type. She wouldn’t talk much, had few friends and spent most of her time at the library. We met and became friends, and soon fell in love. We had this beautiful relationship for almost three years...”



Meera noticed a hint of happiness on Aryan’s face as he continued.



“I was in my final year of college and I was soon going to finish my graduation. Next step was to meet her parents and ask for her hand in marriage. She was going to introduce me to her parents, but before that…” Aryan choked in grief for a moment and continued, “She had gone to Goa for a trip with her friend. For the first 2 days, she sent me pictures, she was so happy. And then on the third day, she disappeared…both Saloni and her friend, they were gone. There was no trace at all. Her parents filed a missing report, and one of the things that came forth during police investigation was our relationship…and it turned out that I was the person closest to her.”



“Saloni’s parents, they were just angry, and they blamed it on me,” Aryan said, “They kept accusing me that I did something to her. They got me arrested on suspicion of her murder, I was tortured in police custody. I spent a few months in jail. It was not easy to…survive there, but I learned eventually. Most of the other inmates were convicted criminals, and gradually I began to understand the world of crime. I was released eventually as they could neither prove murder nor my guilt.”



“I never cared if the world thinks Saloni was dead,” Aryan said, “I wasn’t going to give up. I kept looking for her. In jail, I met some people who knew things, they did this for a living, finding out information and then selling it for a living. I learned this work, and over years I became good at it. My network spread across the city and eventually around the country. I was good, and I knew most of the things that were happening in the underworld. But I still I had no clue where my Saloni was. Only information I had was that perhaps she was taken by an organized trafficking gang and she was most likely in another country.”



“When you and Kabir arrived in Mumbai,” Aryan said, “Someone informed me that you both have escaped from traffickers. I had some hope that perhaps one of you could have seen Saloni. The chances were remote, but still I decided it was worth a shot. You had no memory, so I approached Kabir. I showed him a picture of Saloni and he recognized her! He had seen her, around the same place where you were kept. Perhaps you don’t know this Meera but, Kabir, he knew stuff and had his resources. He always tried to keep a low profile, but his looks and his accent gave away the fact that he was an Arab. And I doubt that he was a slave there, it is hard for a slave to have that kind of resources. He gave me some contacts in Dubai, I went looking for her and finally, I was able to find her! I still remember the first time I saw her after 5 years…she was still so beautiful…but she didn’t recognize me. They did something to her…I don’t know what, and I didn’t care either, I just wanted my Saloni back.”



Aryan paused to wipe a tear off his cheek and continued, “I didn’t have enough the strength or resources to fight an organized trafficking gang or to run away with Saloni. But I had money that I had earned over years. I spent every last rupee I owned to buy her freedom and bring her back safely. I even had to borrow money keeping my house mortgage, but Saloni was all that mattered to me. I brought her back to Mumbai. I took her to her parents, but she didn’t recognize them. And they didn’t want her either knowing what she had been through. I brought her home. I took care of her. But she was completely broken. She would barely talk, she would barely eat, she just spent her time blankly gazing at a wall. Sometimes she would call out to me, and I used to see a hint of love for me in her eyes. But the very next moment, her gaze would turn blank. I was almost broke, but still I did everything I could to help her, to provide for her. I bought her gifts, cooked her food she liked, I spent time with her…I even took her to therapy, hoping to heal her. But nothing worked. She was like a living corpse. She was alive and breathing, but there was no soul in her body, no life in her eyes. I was fighting a losing battle.”



“Then it was her birthday, 28th of December,” Aryan said, “Almost a month after I brought her to Mumbai. I dressed her up and took her out to her favorite restaurant. For the first time in a month, I watched her smile. I was hopeful that she is going to be OK. I held her close, I told her I wanted to marry her, and that I would take care of her for the rest of my life, I put a ring on her…”



Aryan could not talk anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes continuously. He just looked away. Meera hugged him, trying to comfort him.



“I held her in my arms that night,” he said, “I told her over and over again how much I loved her, and that I needed her, and I would wait forever for her to…come back to me. And I would take care of her till my last breath. She smiled at me, and my heart felt peace. I felt everything was going to be OK…it will take time, but eventually, we would be alright. But when I woke up, found myself in a pool of her blood. She had slit her wrists. I was devastated. I held her in my arms as I cried my heart out, but she was stiff and cold. She left me, just like that…she didn’t leave me a note, she didn’t say anything, she just…left. I wish she had said something…anything…that she loves me…or at least goodbye…”



Meera looked at Aryan. She had never seen him so broken. She hugged him tightly and rubbed his back. “I am so sorry, Aryan,” she said.



Aryan hugged Meera and cried for a while. Then he composed himself and looked at her lovingly and said, “I admire you so much Meera, you’ve been through hell, but still look at you, you smile, you laugh, there is this beautiful shine in your eyes, you are just so full of life, girl! Knowing what happened to Saloni, I know it wouldn’t have been easy. I can only imagine your strength Meera, how you hide your excruciating pain behind you mesmerizing smile. You are truly amazing. Please be this way forever. Thank you for bringing some light to my life.”



Aryan kissed Meera deeply, “I really don’t know if you want me Meera, but if you need me, I’ll be there for you. I’ll take care of you and do anything that you need me to. I am looking for your child Meera, and I really hope I find her. I really want to do at least this much for you.”



“I know you will find her someday,” Meera said lovingly kissing his forehead, “I’ve thought of a name for her. I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”



“That’s a sweet name, Meera,” Aryan said pulling her into his embrace.



“Is your house still mortgaged?” Meera asked.



Aryan nodded. “She lived with me there for a month. Although she was barely alive, I can still feel her scent in that house everywhere…” he said, “I can’t lose that house Meera, I still feel her presence there…my Saloni…perhaps that’s why I was desperate and demanded exorbitant amounts from you in the beginning, I was just heartbroken…but when I saw what it was costing you…I just couldn’t…”



Aryan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.



“You are a sweetheart you know that, Aryan,” Meera said hugging him lovingly.



She held him till she felt him calm down. Both of them were very quiet in each other’s embrace. They just felt the warmth of each other’s bodies, and tried to fill that emptiness in their souls due to the loss of their partners.



Several hours passed by. The moon was throwing its silken light through the window. Meera lit and cigarette and took and puff. And then passed it to Aryan.



“So, what’s the update on the tasks I had assigned?” she asked.



“Well, your social media profile and blog is ready as you had asked,” Aryan said, “We have a GPS tracker on each other of their fancy cars so you can track their movements. About that house, the one next to Neil’s house, we are trying to acquire it. Negotiations are on.”



“That’s great,” Meera said, “I’ve taken Adil into confidence. He said he’ll help if needed.”



“So, you quit the job?” Aryan asked.



“Yes, for now,” Meera said, “I discussed with Adil and he said he understands. He’s a sweetheart.”



“Yup, he is way honorable for the profession he is in,” Aryan said, “And I trust him. What about Mithila, how much does she know?”



“Not much actually,” Meera said, “And I’d like to keep it that way. She is helping with some medical stuff, that’s all. I haven’t told her much.”



“That’s good,” Aryan said, “Among all of us, she is the most susceptible. Too much information would put her in danger. Either way, you gotta watch over her Meera.”



“Of course, I will,” Meera said taking a puff and passing the cigarette to Aryan, “Reyansh has been dealt with. He is going to see the magic of that little needle prick very soon.”



“Your doctor has her resources,” Aryan said taking a puff.



“Indeed! Mithila has her reasons,” Meera said with a smile. “And I have a plan for that doctor friend of Neil, what’s his name again?”



“Dr. Aarav,” Aryan said.



“Yeah Aarav…” Meera said with a devilish gleam in her eyes as she smoked, “I’ve heard he’s going to get a reward for expertise in microsurgery. He must have worked really hard for that, no?”



Aryan just smiled at her as he understood her intentions.



“I would be very careful with Armaan though, he is like their big brother and watches over the others,” Aryan said, “You have just one shot at this Meera. Whatever you are planning, synchronize it such that all of four them are ambushed at the same time. These are intelligent and powerful men Meera, you cannot afford to alert them. Especially Armaan, he’s got connections. Stay below his radar, coz if you give him the slightest of hint, he’ll crush you like an insect, he is powerful enough to do that.”



Meera laughed. “You know what’s my greatest strength Aryan?” she said with a smile, “I have nothing to lose.”



“While Armaan…” she said smiling at Pankhudi’s picture, “…has something very precious at stake. I have some very delicious plans for him Aryan, with Armaan, it is personal.”



“Wait, are you planning to…” Aryan objected, “No…Meera, Pankhudi is a nice girl. She is sweet and innocent, and she has never hurt a soul.”



Meera’s expression suddenly darkened. “Naina was a nice girl too, Aryan. Sweet and innocent and she loved Neil with all her heart. And you saw what he did to her? You saw with your own fucking eyes, didn’t you!” Meera screamed.



Then she broke down into tears and said, “And what about me Aryan? Did I deserve any of what happened to me? Armaan sold me off as a sex slave, I was raped countless number of times…do you know how many men have…I feel so dirty…I’ve given birth to a child that I don’t know is even alive or not, and then they did something to me and I’ll never be a mother again, and I sleep with men and take their beatings for a living, all the pain and humiliation I took quietly just to survive…and…wasn’t I innocent too? Did I really deserve all of that?”



Meera fell to her knees and cried bitterly. Aryan tried to hug her put she pushed him away violently.



After a while she wiped her tears and looked at Aryan with determination, “And if you think I shouldn’t hurt the people they care about, because they are ‘innocent’, well, FUCK YOU! They are going to burn, and Neil and Armaan are going to helplessly watch their loved ones suffer!”



Aryan hugged Meera tightly and pacified her. She broke down in his arms and wept.



“I am sorry Meera,” Aryan said running his hand lovingly on her back as she wept, “I didn’t mean it like that. I promised you my loyalty and I’ll do everything you want me to whether I approve of it or not. And you know what, what I think doesn’t even matter. After what you have been through, I have no right to judge you. This is your fight, and I will support you in every way I can. Just know that you are amazing and I truly admire you.”



Meera smiled faintly.



“Do you have an exit plan?” Aryan asked Meera.



Meera just shook her head.



“When all this is over, you’ll need an exit plan,” Aryan said running his hand through her hair as she hugged him, “Your plan will utterly devastate them and Armaan is going rain hell on you if he finds you. He won’t rest till you are dead. I’ll plan an exit strategy for you so we could get you out of this mess safely once you are done.”



“Thank you, Aryan,” she said snuggling deeper into his arms.



Aryan held her in his arms till she fell asleep.



Next morning Aryan received a phone call. He answered it and smiled.



“The deal is done,” Aryan said kissing Meera awake, “You can move into that house anytime now.”



“I am sure Neil is going to love his new neighbour,” Meera said with a smile.




Link to Sequel - The Girl Next Door (Completed)

Really nice update... Nice conclusion to everything and a firm base for the sequels...

Good to know Aryan for even once did not wanted to hurt pankh! It's always heart aching to see her suffer...

Yes Aryan had lost someone too... It's so horrifying that women are so vulnerable... So easy to rape sold degrade and resold...

Enjoyed the story... Loved Meera's evolution... Will wait for another sequel... you did great as always Indian Princess

 

[Indian Princess]

Really nice update... Nice conclusion to everything and a firm base for the sequels...

Good to know Aryan for even once did not wanted to hurt pankh! It's always heart aching to see her suffer...

Yes Aryan had lost someone too... It's so horrifying that women are so vulnerable... So easy to rape sold degrade and resold...

Enjoyed the story... Loved Meera's evolution... Will wait for another sequel... you did great as always Indian Princess

Thank you for your support throughout the story

I've written a prologue to the sequel to A Game Of Chess. The story is named "The Search for Amairah"

I'll be posting it soon. But it will take time for me to complete the whole story. Its like im releasing a teaser now.

 

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Thank you for your support throughout the story

I've written a prologue to the sequel to A Game Of Chess. The story is named "The Search for Amairah"

I'll be posting it soon. But it will take time for me to complete the whole story. Its like im releasing a teaser now.

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[Diabolical]

Meera left the hospital as soon as possible as the man looking for her could be back any moment. Perhaps he would return with more men, now that he had confirmed her location.


Meera covered her face with a scarf and quietly walked out of the gates of the hospital unnoticed. As she walked alone on the deserted streets, she felt a chill in the air, like the wind whispered in her ears about the impending danger. Meera had no idea for how long these men were going to hunt her and for how long she would manage to evade them. As she continued walking down a street she found a junkyard. It was very late in the night and no one was around. She found a discarded sofa in the junkyard. She curled up on it and closed her eyes, hoping that she would be safe here till morning.

As soon as the first ray of the sun gleamed over the horizon, Meera woke up. She was glad she could manage to make it through the night unharmed. She splashed some water on her face and continued her journey. She went to a supermarket and bought some canned food supplies. She spotted a large kitchen knife and bought it, hoping to protect herself from any potential attacks. Mithila had given her a backpack with a set of extra clothes, other essentials and a bottle of her maintenance medications.



After she was done shopping, she took a bus to Byculla. She walked up to a deserted factory and smiled. She walked around the mill compound wall and found a secret entrance. She entered the factory. It had been abandoned for several months and the gigantic machines were covered with a thick layer of dust. She walked around the huge factory premises till she found a small room. She pushed its metal door and it opened with a loud creak. Inside the small room was just a mattress on the floor.



She dusted it and lay down on it and closed her eyes as a memory came to life.



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“What place is this Kabir?” Meera asked giggling.



“Our honeymoon suite,” Kabir replied with a grin.



“Seriously?” Meera laughed, “Of all the places in the city, you bring me to a deserted factory, how romantic!”



“Of course, this is the most romantic place ever, because, no one’s disturbing us here ever,” he said, “See I even made our bed.”



Meera laughed uncontrollably looking at the mattress Kabir had laid down in the room, “You are totally crazy, you know that?” she teased.



“I’m not crazy, I’m serious,” Kabir said looking into her eyes. He knelt before her on one knee and gently held her hand and said, “Meera, will you marry me?”



Meera blushed. “Of course, you silly! Now get up…” she said with a bright smile.



Kabir tied a slender twig on her right ring finger. “Someday my love,” he said kissing her hand, “I’m going to get you a diamond ring.”



Meera sat down on the mattress and pulled Kabir towards her, “I don’t care about diamonds, all I want is you and your love.”



The couple locked lips into a passionate kiss. Their heartbeats quickened and their bodies began to melt in each other’s arms.



Meera rested her back on the mattress, and Kabir crawled over her. They made an eye contact and smiled. Kabir brought his lips close to her and gently sucked her upper lip, teasing her. Meera’s eyes were full of desire for him. Kabir could see her affection and he responded by gently nibbling her lower lips. A moan escaped her lips and she couldn’t take his teasing anymore. Meera wrapped her arms around Kabir's neck and pulled him passionately towards her, her tongue meeting his.



She was melting in surrender as Kabir nibbled her neck. She could feel his breath, his soft lips on her neck. She arched her neck wanting to feel more of him. Meera undid’ Kabir buttons and began to feel his muscular body. Kabir was nibbling her neck. He took off her top and began to rub her breasts from over her bra. Meera was breathing heavily, drowning in sexual pleasure. She herself removed her bra clasp, and slid if off her shoulders. Kabir began to gently lick her nipples. Meera began to arch her back pushing her breasts towards him. She didn’t speak a word, but her expressions were screaming for his touch. Kabir undid her jeans and pulled them off her. He rubbed her pussy over her panties. Meera moaned as her panties soaked in her juices. Kabir slowly pulled them off her. Meera was now desperate, she opened her legs wide to welcome Kabir’s cock deep inside her. She passionately pulled him over her, her fingernails digging into his back.



“Please…don’t make me wait now…Kabir…” she begged, “I want you inside me…”



Kabir loved teasing her. He just shook his head with a naughty smile and rubbed her clit driving her to the edge. Meera had completely lost control over herself. But Kabir still wouldn’t fuck her desperate pussy.



“Be a good girl and suck me first,” he said.



Meera was so desperate for sex that she didn’t hesitate at all. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock and put the whole length in her mouth in such a hurry that she almost gagged on it.



Kabir chuckled, and said, “Go easy sweetheart, we have all the time in the world.”



Meera slowed down a bit and began to suck him. The feel of her silken mouth on his hard cock was driving Kabir mad. Meera knew how to please him. With gentle strokes of her tongue and grip of her delicate fingers she began to massage his cock. Her delicate fingers ran over his balls, caressing them lovingly. She felt his cock twitch and harden even more in her grasp.



Kabir grabbed her hair and made her lie down. Meera eagerly opened her legs. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt him enter her slowly. Once he was all the way inside her, he withdrew slightly and thrust back inside sending a wave of pleasure all over her body. He began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her. Meera held him tightly and dug her teeth on to his neck and shoulders leaving several marks or passion. “I want you Kabir…” she whispered, “I want you so badly…” He smiled to see the desperation on her face as she neared orgasm.



“Kabir…I love you…” she whispered and she began to wildly thrust her hips towards him as her whole body was consumed in the bliss of orgasm. Kabir smiled to see the satisfied look on her face and quickened his pace nearing his own orgasm. Meera kept looking into his beautiful hazel eyes and locked lips with him as she felt him explode in the depths of her womb. Kabir lay panting on top of her for a while and rolled over to one side. Meera was glowing in post orgasmic bliss.



She snuggled closer to him, rested her head on his arms and began to run her hand on his body. The couple nestled in each other’s embrace and cherished the warmth of each other’s bodies.



Meera’s gaze fell in the tattoos on her body and she suddenly became very sad.



“Why did they this to me Kabir? What did I do to deserve such a cruel punishment?” she asked touching her tattoos.



“Hey sweetheart,” Kabir said hugging her tightly, “It really doesn’t matter now. I promise you, as soon as we have saved up enough money, we are going to get rid of them.”



“Why don’t you tell me anything about our past Kabir?” Meera said, “You remember everything, don’t you? These tattoos, they make me feel so dirty...they make me hate myself…”



“Meera…” he said, “I’ve known you since you were 18. I’ve watched them torture you over and over again for years. They’ve done things to you Meera, horrible things. And I really don’t know why I should be telling you the details of any of that. How is that going to change anything? It will only cause you more pain. And that’s the last thing I want, my love. This is our life now. You and me, living free and happy together. You are the strongest and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. I admire your spirit, it’s like wildfire. And I love you, with all my heart. I just want you to be happy Meera.”



Kabir kept showing Meera with kisses and she wept.



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Back in the present Meera touched the mattress lovingly as tears filled up her eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to find Kabir’s scent on the mattress. She couldn’t even mourn properly after Kabir death. He was the only one she had close to family. Without him, her life felt empty. She lay there alone, crying for hours. Slowly, weariness took over and she drifted off to sleep.



Meera continued to live in that room, all alone, eating whatever canned food she had bought. She felt safe there. She spent her time thinking about Kabir and all the beautiful moments they spent together. For her, the world had come to a standstill. She knew she couldn’t live there forever. She had to move out someday. But that was the only place she felt safe. She knew that the gang who abducted her would not rest till they find her and kill her.



After almost a week, Meera began to grow restless. Her maintenance medications had run out. Mithila had been kind enough to write prescriptions so Meera could buy the medications on her own. It was late at night. Meera sneaked out of her hiding place to a nearby medical store and bought her medicines. She took one pill that relieved her symptoms enough so she could sleep.



While Meera slept, she heard footsteps. Someone was entering the room in which she was sleeping. She opened her eyes and saw a hazy silhouette. The figure kept walking towards her and she realized it was a woman. The woman kept walking towards Meera. She appeared wounded and was walking with a limp. When the woman came close enough, Meera could see her face. It was Mithila. She was wearing a red dress, but it was torn and soiled. Mithila’s eyes were red and tearful. She was bruised, her lip was bleeding and there were bite and scratch marks all over her body. Meera still wasn’t completely awake. Mithila sat down next to Meera and lovingly ran a hand over her head and said, “I love you Meera. I just came to say goodbye.” Mithila bent over and kissed Meera. Then she got up and started limping towards the door.


Meera felt a crawling sensation on her forearm. She opened her eyes to find a cockroach crawling on her. She brushed it off and sat up on the bed. She was suddenly feeling a chill. Meera felt those familiar aches and pains in her body. She desperately reached for the pills in her bag and consumed one pill. There were no blankets around. She drew her legs closer and wrapped her arms around herself and she trembled helplessly. Her heart was beating fast and her breath was ragged as she battled her withdrawal symptoms. She started hitting her head like a manwoman. Her own thoughts were ringing loud in her head. "Did I just have a dream? Or was Mithila really here? That man! The one who had come looking for me at the hospital! Did he bring more men and hurt Mithila because they couldn't find me? No! No! That can't be happening! If anything happened to Mithila, I would never forgive herself! I have to help her...I...have to...No! It can’t be! No one knew I was hiding here. How could Mithila find me here? Was this even real? Am I dreaming right now? What is happening to me!!!"


There was such a wild storm in Meera's head. Why did she get these visions about Mithila so often? Were these premonitions? Was Mithila in danger? Meera had no answer to all these questions. She just grabbed her arms hoping to alleviate the crippling pain she was feeling in her body. She felt the chill sharply rising and she was now visibly trembling.



And then she saw a silhouette. Someone was standing by the door. It was a man.



“The roaches not letting you sleep?” he said, “Or it is the opioid withdrawal?”



Meera was alerted and she reached for the knife under her pillow.



As the man stepped closer, Meera could see his face. He was the same man who had come looking for her at the hospital.

Awesome update, so meera has left the hospital and is now on her own. i expected this as she has a strong spirit.

But as expected withdrawal from opium is not an easy task, so apparently she is loosing herself to the medications. but sooner or later she gonna have to fight the symptoms.

i loved where meera recalled the memory of kabir and herself, it felt very natural as when we are alone in the worst times we try to grasp the happiness from our past memories.

in the end of the update, meera has got up from her sleep and found that man who was looking for her is standing before her. Thrilling ending, lets see what happens next

 

[Diabolical]

“You are a hard woman to find Meera,” he said as she stood casually resting his back against the door frame. He was an attractive man, lean, tall, fair and had sharp facial features. Meera noticed dimples on his cheek as he smiled.



Meera stood up and held out her knife defensively, “Not one step further,” she screamed, “I’ll stab you, I swear!”



The man chuckled and casually placed his hands in his pockets and said, “You’ve got a spirit girl, I’ll give you that.”



“What do you want?” Meera asked.



“Just wanna talk,” he said looking into her eyes with a smile.



“Talk about what?” Meera said still menacingly holding her knife towards him.



The man smiled still maintaining his relaxed body language, “Could you drop the knife please?” he said with a smile, “If I wanted you dead, I would have just shot you.”



Meera nervously placed her knife on the floor.



“Good girl,” he said, “Now listen. My Name is Aryan. I’m here because Kabir wanted me to find you.”



“Kabir!” Meera asked tearfully, “He is alive?”



“No,” Aryan said, “But he didn’t die immediately after his accident. The bullet grazed his arm and made him lose balance. He crashed onto the road and fell unconscious. He had a major head injury. He was taken to a hospital and he survived long enough to call me. When I went to see him, his condition was critical. But he gave me your name and picture, and requested me to rescue you. But…I see that you’ve rescued yourself.”



Meera was choking in grief thinking about Kabir dying all alone in a hospital.



“He gave me this,” Aryan said handing over a box to Meera, “He told me to give it you when I find you.”



Meera took the box and opened it with a trembling hand. Inside she found a shining diamond ring and a letter. She opened the letter and recognized Kabir’s handwriting. She wailed in grief and collapsed on the floor. The ring rolled out of the box and fell on the mattress. She tried to read the letter but tears flowed from her eyes continually blurring her vision. She held the letter to her heart and cried uncontrollably.



Aryan watched her break down and sighed. “I am sorry. I’ll guess you’d want a moment to yourself,” Aryan said to Meera as he turned to leave the room, “I’ll be waiting outside.”



Meera cried aloud for quite some time. After a while she managed to calm down and read the letter.



My dearest Meera,



By the time you receive this letter, I’ll perhaps be gone. I’m sorry for leaving you all alone, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I’ve always loved you Meera, you mean the world to me. I really wanted to marry you, spend my whole life with you. I really want to live Meera, live for you, but I don’t think I have much time left now. With every breath I take, life drains out of me. It devastates me to even think of what you would be going through. I am sorry I could not fulfill all the promises I made. I had saved up some money and bought this ring for you. This is all I have left to give you now. I wish I could put it on your finger with my own hand, I wish I could be there to hold you…I know you wanted and needed so much more from me. I am sorry I failed you. But know that I’ve always loved you.



Yours forever,

Kabir



Meera picked up the ring and kissed it lovingly as she wept constantly. There was an inscription on the ring on the inside that read, “Meera, the love of my life”



Meera slipped the ring on her finger and wiped her tears. She slowly got up and walked outside.



It was a rainy morning. Aryan was standing near the entrance of the factory, calmly smoking as he gazed at the pouring rain.



“Were you Kabir’s friend?” Meera asked.



“No,” Aryan said, “He once helped me. I owed him a favor.”



“Thank you,” she said, “This means a lot to me.”



“You are welcome,” he said politely taking another puff.



“So, how did find me?” Meera asked.



“That’s my job girl,” Aryan said, “I find people, I find stuff...”



“I mean,” she asked, “How did you know to look for me here?”



“Now you are asking for my trade secrets,” Aryan said with a smile as he took a puff.



Meera looked disappointed.



“Okay, don’t look so sad, I’ll tell you,” Aryan said with a smile, “Like I said, you were hard to find, after the hospital you were untraceable for almost a week,” Aryan said, “But you bought some medications from a nearby store last night, and one of my boys spotted you.”



“Do you know anything about the gang who kidnapped me?” Meera asked.



“Yeah. They are a gang of local opoid dealers, like to call themselves “The Vipers”. They leader Shakeel, the guy with a tattoo on his right arm is a known sex offender. They are underground currently, one of their shipments was busted the same night that you smashed that poor dude’s head and escaped,” Aryan said calmly taking another puff.



Meera was shocked to know that Aryan knows about the murder.



“Don’t be shocked,” he said smiling at her, “Knowing stuff is my job.”



“Does the police know?” Meera asked nervously.



“The police found the body of Ajeet Rathod after you burned down the cabin. They traced him through his phone location. You were lucky to get the three days window to destroy evidence as Rathod was supposed to be on a business trip and his family filed a complaint only 5 days after he actually went missing. The police know that a woman was held captive there. They’ve found some of your hair and other stuff. Anyway, they don’t have your name at present, so they have no one to match that DNA with. That other gang member who was present in there that night was found dead in the woods. Snake bite, apparently…lucky you, again. But I suggest you find the Viper gang before the police does, coz if they spill your name, you’ll be in trouble,” Aryan said.



“Where is this Viper gang now?” she asked.



“I don’t know, hiding somewhere maybe…” he replied.



“Can you find them for me?” Meera asked.



“Of course,” Aryan said, “But I expect to be paid. I don’t run charity, you know. And I am not cheap.”



Meera thought for a moment and took the ring off her finger and placed it on Aryan’s palm. “This is all I have to offer right now,” she said tearfully.



“If I wanted to take that ring, I would have never bothered to bring it to you and you would have never known that it existed,” Aryan said placing the ring back into her palm, “Kabir once helped me find something that was precious to me. I’m just trying to return that favor. This ring…it meant a lot to him, and he wanted you to have it. Take care of it, girl, don’t trade it for silly things.”



“They killed Kabir! They raped me!” Meera screamed, “I want them dead!”



“Well,” Aryan said calmly, “You’ll have to figure something out girl. Coz I’m the guy who’ll bring you information. Nothing more. What you want to do with that information is up to you. You want them murdered, you’ll have to do it yourself, or hire someone to do it. Killing ain’t my thing.”



Meera was quiet for a moment, thinking and analyzing her options.



“Can I have a smoke?” she asked.



Aryan gave her a cigarette and Meera lit it and took a puff. She was quiet but her mind was racing. She was thinking how she could get herself out of this mess and avenge Kabir. She thought for a while and finally spoke.



“Aryan,” she said with a determined look on her face, “Find me a pimp.”



“Are you sure?” Aryan asked with a serious expression.



“That seems to be the only real option,” Meera said in a dry sarcastic tone, “What else do you think I could do? Beg on the streets? Rob a bank? Or just keep hiding here till Shakeel’s gang finds me someday?”



Aryan took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’ll take you to a pimp if that is what you wish.”



They waited patiently for the rain to subside. Neither of them said a word to each other.



Once the rain was reduced to a drizzle, Aryan led Meera to his car. The got in the car and drove off.



“The guy I am taking you to, his name is Adil,” Aryan said, “He’s been running this organized business for several years now and he’s got connections at high places. He’s got money, he’s got muscle, he is powerful enough to keep you safe.”



Meera looked at Aryan and gave a quick nod.



I’ll take 20 percent of your first three deals,” Aryan said shooting Meera a quick glance, “Finder’s fee.”



“Done,” Meera said looking straight ahead.



As Aryan was driving, something hit Meera's mind.



“What time is it?” Meera asked.



“9 am,” Aryan said, “Why do you ask?”



“May I ask for a favor?” Meera asked Aryan.



“Sure,” Aryan said.


“Could you drive me to the hospital where I was admitted?” she requested.



“Okay,” Aryan said, “May I know the reason?”



“Just wanted to check something,” she said, “It won’t take much time. Please…take me there.”



Aryan nodded and began to drive towards the hospital. Once they reached the gates, Meera said, “Please…park the car by the side of the road.”



Aryan parked the car and observed that Meera was looking intently at the cars entering the hospital gate. She looked at the time, it was 9.30 am. Mithila often took her morning round at 10 am so Meera was expecting her to reach the hospital any time now.



After about 5 minutes, Meera noticed Mithila’s car. Meera leaned towards the window to have a good look at Mithila. She was driving her car, like she did everyday to the hospital. Mithila looked fine, alive and well. Mithila’s car turned and entered the hospital gates. Meera smiled to see that she was alright. “Thank God she is okay!” Mithila spoke in her mind joining her hands in prayer, “Please God, keep her safe. Let no harm come to her.” As she remembered Mithila’s kindness, a tear fell from her eyes.



Aryan was observing Meera closely.



“Are you having second thoughts about the place we are about to go?” he asked as he watched Meera wipe her tears, “We don’t have to go there you know, I could drop your somewhere else, anywhere, like a friend’s place or a relative’s or…there could be somewhere you could go…”



“Just take me to the pimp,” Meera said with a look of determination on her face.



Aryan nodded and drove off.



“Meera, I should have asked earlier…” Aryan said as he drove, “Do you want to visit Kabir’s final resting place? I could take you there…I know where he is buried.”



“Not until I avenge him,” Meera spoke bitterly, “Kabir didn’t deserve to die like that.”



Soon, they reached their destination.



“They call this place the ‘Emerald Palace’,” Aryan said leading Meera upstairs.



Meera looked around. It looked like a fancy brothel. There were a lot of women dressed in skimpy outfits. And a few men who looked like goons.



Aryan led her to Adil’s chamber. Meera entered the room and saw Adil sitting on a chair across a table. He was a middle-aged man with a charismatic personality.



“Hey Aryan!” the man said, “How are you boy? And who’s the lovely lady?”



“Meera, meet Adil,” Aryan said, “Adil, Meera. New girl, wants to join the business.”



“I see,” he said running his gaze on Meera from head to toe, “Come here girl let me have a closer look.”



Meera slowly walked towards Adil. His gaze was so piercing, it made Meera shiver. He stood up and circled her, scanning every curve of her body. Then he placed a finger under her chin, and looked at her face.



“She’s fine, I could use her,” Adil said to Aryan, “But why is she such a mess? Did you find her in a dumpster?”



Aryan chuckled. “The girl has a story. But I’m sure she’ll do just fine,” he said.



“There is something else you should see,” Meera said softly to Adil with downcast eyes.



Adil gazed back at her curiously. Meera slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall at her feet. She stood before the two men in just her panties letting them see the degrading words written on her body.



Adil was clearly taken aback. His expression immediately softened.



Aryan stole a quick glance and sighed. Then he looked away to avoid embarrassing Meera.



“How old are you girl?” Adil asked with a softened expression.



“I don’t know…20, I guess…” Meera said.



“My, my…” he gasped shaking his head. He made a phone call and said, “Shabnam, I need you over here.”



A beautiful young woman entered the room. “Shabnam, she is Meera,” Adil said, “She’ll be working with us. Get her comfortable. Let me know once she is ready.”



Shabnam helped Meera put her dress back on and led her outside the room. She drew her a refreshing bath and got her something to eat. She put some fresh clothes on Meera and dressed her hair. Meera glanced at the mirror after a long time. She looked beautiful. She faintly smiled to herself.



The door behind her opened and Adil entered.



“You look beautiful, Meera,” he said smiling at her.



“Thank you,” she said with a smile.



He held her hand and made her sit opposite to him. He gently held both her hands, looked straight into her eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”



“Yes,” Meera said, her eyes getting tearful.



“You are not going to mess up, are you?” he asked her firmly, “Coz that would be bad for business.”



“I won’t,” she said looking innocently in his eyes, “I’ll do as you say.”



Adil smiled and said, “Your trade name will be Natasha. All clients will know you by this name. I don’t allow clients to take pictures or videos of my girls, so if someone tries to do that, you have to tell me, so that I can deal with it.”



Meera smiled and nodded.



“There is an elderly man who’s asked for a young girl tonight, someone your age,” Adil said, “He’s got this perverted fantasy, and wants you dressed up like a school girl. He might…be a little rough. Would that be okay?”



Meera smiled. “I’ll be fine,” she said calmly,



“Good,” he said, “Shabnam will get you ready and will brief you about what you need to do.



Later that evening Shabnam prepared Meera. She waxed her entire body, and polished it so that Meera’s skin began to shine and felt smooth like candle wax. She shampooed and conditioned her hair. Then she dressed Meera up in a school uniform. She put a white blouse on her with a really short plaited plated skirt. Then she put on a tie and stockings. She finished Meera look’s by tying her hair into two side braids and tied them up with ribbons. She put on light makeup, and opened the first two buttons of her blouse letting her cleavage show.



“Will they be taking me somewhere?” Meera asked.



“No, we have a guest room on the top floor,” Shabnam said with a smile, “Some clients prefer to use it, while others would call you to a hotel room. Since today is your first time, Adil prefers to keep you here under supervision.”



“Adil said you’d brief me about what I need to do.” Meera said.



“Well,” Shabnam said, “This gentleman wants you to call him daddy. He wants a slutty school girl whom he can punish so you gotta kinda roleplay. He might cane you a bit, but no matter what happens do not talk back to the client, and do not hurt him, clear?”



Meera nodded.



Shabnam led her to the room where the client was waiting.



Meera nervously entered the room. She found an elderly gentleman, in his late 50s sitting on the bed. His eyes growled on seeing her. She started taking tiny steps towards him.



He got up from the bed and walked towards her. He glared at her cleavage showing through her unbuttoned blouse.



“Why are the buttons of your blouse open?” he asked angrily.



“I just want boys to notice me and think I am sexy,” Meera replied.



“Shalemess slut! You are such a disgrace!” the man said, “You are sent to school to study and not to fuck around, but you can’t control the slut within you, can you?”



“I am sorry daddy,” Meera said.



The man began to boldly run his hands over her breasts.



“Do you let boys feel up your boobs like this?” he asked.



Meera lowered her gaze.



“Don’t be shy,” he said, “I know you are a slut schoolgirl who wants all the boys in the school to fuck her. Tell me, do you let boys feel up your boobs like this?” he sharply pinched her nipples from over her blouse and made her moan.



Meera was crushed at the thought of how boldly he touched her body and there was nothing she could do about him. She had to let him touch her, feel her, and do whatever he pleased with her body. She was a whore now, and her body was an object of pleasure to be touched and used by any man who paid her.”



“Look at this skirt, so short that your pussy and ass are actually spilling out” he said running his hand up her thighs, “Why do you wear such a short skirt? Is it because you want boys to see your panties?”



“Yes daddy,” Meera replied



“Show me your panties,” he ordered.



Meera reluctantly raised her skirt revealing her lacy panties. The man began to unbutton her blouse as Meera held her skirt up. He removed all the buttons of her blouse revealing her lacy bra.



“My my, you wear such slutty lingerie to school? I guess that makes you feel sexy, huh? So your pussy can be always wet to be fucked anytime?” he asked.



“I am sorry daddy,” Meera said.



“I am going to teach you a bloody lesson today, so that you learn how to behave like a proper woman,” he said, “Now taken off your pathetic clothes and let me see how used your slut body already is.”



Meera dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor. The she removed her bra and panties and stood naked before the man. The man saw her degrading tattoos and smiled.



“You must be the lowest class of a slut to get such dirty decorations for your body,” he jeered at her, “You want everyone to know what a cock hungry slut you are, don’t you?”



Meera was now in tears. “Yes daddy,” she said tearfully.



The man slapped her hard across the face. Meera was badly shaken due to the impact.



“Look here,” he ordered, “I am going to slap you again.”



Meera had no choice. She turned her face towards the man still keeping her gaze lowered. The man hit her again across another cheek.



“Look here again,” he said, “I am going to keep slapping you till you’ve learned your lesson.”



Meera kept taking the abuse silently. He slapped her 5 more times till both her cheeks had imprints of his fingers and her lip bled.



“What’s the point of crying now?” he said, “God knows how many cocks you must have taken up your sloppy twat. Lie down and spread you legs and let me see.”



Meera obeyed the man. She slowly opened her legs exposing her pussy to him.



“This is the most used stinking cunt I’ve seen,” the man insulted her, “And look it is wet for more! What are you, some kind of a bitch in permanent heat?”



He began touching her clit. Meera moaned as the touched sent waves of pleasurable sensations in her body. Then he inserted two fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking her. Meera couldn’t fight the pleasure he was forcing on her.



“Look how you are enjoying this,” he said, “this is exactly what I need to fix.”



The man took off his leather belt and held it in one hand. With the other hand he kept finger fucking her pussy. He was skilled with his fingers, he rubbed her clit with his thumb while two of his fingers massaged the insides of her wet pussy. Meera felt an orgasm building. She reflexively opened her legs wider and she moaned louder. And just as she was about to orgasm, the man stopped playing with her pussy and his her hard with his leather belt across her boobs leaving behind a welt. Meera screamed in pain.



The man smiled at her and said, “This is the most effective way of correcting slutty school girls, your whore cunt needs to know how to control its orgasm, only then you can control your craving for cocks.”



He started finger her pussy again, bringing her to the edge or orgasm. Just as she felt she was about to orgasm, he hit her hard with the belt. The impact stung her skin and made her scream. Meera cried helplessly. She had no control over what was happening to her. She couldn’t stop him from pleasuring her, she couldn’t stop him from hurting her. She had no choice but to take his torture for as long as he wanted to.



The man edged her over and over again, and brought her sexual excitement down by a sharp blow with his belt. Soon enough her entire body was covered with welts.



“Please stop Daddy!” Meera begged.



“Stop what? Fingering you or beating you?” he asked.



“Please stop the beating…” Meera said groaning in pain. Her eyes were tearful.



“So you still want me to continue fingering you so that you can cum like a slut?” he asked.



Meera didn’t reply. She just closed her eyes and cried.



“Let’s see if you have learned your lesson,” he said, “I’ll keep fingering you but I won’t let you cum. If you can’t control your orgasm, I’ll fuck your ass.”



He started moving his finger in and out of her pussy real fast. With his other hand he twisted her nipples making her scream real loud. Then he played softly with her nipples bringing her close to an orgasm. Meera tried her best to not cum, but ultimately lost the battle and her who body involuntarily convulsed in orgasm.



As she opened her eyes after the orgasm, she saw the man smiling at her.



“You couldn’t control yourself could you, slut?” he said, “Or perhaps you want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”



Meera just tearfully shook her head.



“Get on all fours,” he ordered.



Meera obeyed. The man inspected her asshole and commented, “Surely you have taken cocks up here before, haven’t you?”



“Yes daddy,” Meera replied.



He lubed up her ass with her overflowing pussy juices and rammed the entire length of his cock in her ass at once making her scream. He grabbed her hair and fucked her ass deeper with every thrust. Meera screamed continuously as the pain intensified with each thrust. She bit the back of her wrist to muffle her own screams. And suddenly she felt something around her neck. The man had put his belt around her neck and yanked it as he fucked her ass. She felt the buckle tighten with each thrust and she began to struggle for breath. And then came a point when her vision started to blur and her mind floated into a blank space. And then she had a vision.



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She was standing in front of a house. Mithila was there too. And then a man drove a fancy car out of the gates of the house. He smiled and her and Mithila. Mithila got onto the passenger seat and smiled at Meera.



“Come on Meera,” Mithila said smiling brightly, “Get in!”



Meera got into the car back seat and watched Mithila kiss the blue-eyed man. The man then looked at Meera and smiled at her. He offered her a chocolate.



“Take it Meera,” Mithila said, “And say thank you.”



Meera took the chocolate and thanked the man.



He then drove off and took them to the beach. Mithila and the man got off the car while Meera stayed on the back seat.



Meera watched them from the car. They looked happy together. And then suddenly the man slapped Mithila. He hit her over and over again. Meera screamed and tried to get out of the car to help Mithila. But she was locked in the car. The man then grabbed Mithila’s hair and dragged her into the sea and pushed her head under water. Meera watched Mithila struggle for her life. After sometime, Mithila was drowned and disappeared in the water. The blue-eyed man started walking back towards the car. Meera screamed hysterically wanting to attack the man but she could not get out of the car. She kept banging the window glass with all her strength and then everything went blank.



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The man fucking Meera’s ass finally ejaculated inside her and let go of the belt.



“Get up you whore,” he said spanking Meera’s ass, “Come lick my shit covered cock.”



Meera was lying unconscious. She didn’t respond, she didn’t move.



“Hey, you whore, wake up,” the man said vigorously shaking Meera. She still didn’t respond.



Even after repeated attempts when Meera didn’t respond, the man called up Adil. “What the hell is wrong with your girl? Why is she creating such a scene?” he shouted.



“What did she do?” Adil asked.



“She isn’t waking up, some kinda drama this bitch is pulling, ask her to get her act straight or…” the man said yelling furiously.



“Calm down,” Adil said, “I’ll be there.”



Soon enough, Adil reached there with some of his men and Shabnam.



“What the hell?” Adil glared at the client seeing the welts on Meera’s body.



“She has a pulse,” Shabnam said cradling Meera’s head in her arms.



“Hey,” Adil said gently tapping her cheek, “Wake up girl!”



Meera still didn’t respond. Shabnam sprinkled some water on her face and Adil kept tapping her gently. She weakly opened her eyes.



“Meera!” Adil said, “Are you ok?”



Meera nodded weakly. Shabnam signaled Adil to notice the strangulation marks on Meera’s neck. Adil got furious and grabbed the client’s neck.



“You son of a bitch,” he growled, “What the hell you think you were doing? I supply girls for sex not for slaughter.”



The man panicked at his sudden aggression.



“Sajid, take the girl away,” Adil said ordering one of his men. Then he turned his furious gaze back to the man.



“Look I am sorry,” the man said, “I didn’t mean to…”



“You’ll pay double the agreed rate,” Adil said, “Or my men here break every bone in your body.”



“What double?!” the man shrieked, “But I don’t have that much money.”



“Figure it out!” Adil growled, and nodded at one of his men who grabbed the client’s arms and twisted it behind his back.



The man began to scream in fear. “Okay, I’ll arrange the money, please don’t hurt me…”



“Make sure he doesn’t leave this room till he pays up,” Adil ordered his men and walked out of the room.



He went straight towards the room where Shabnam was nursing Meera. Meera was awake and she smiled weakly on seeing Adil.



“The doctor will be here soon,” Shabnam said.



“I hope I didn’t disappoint,” she said softly.



“No, you didn’t sweetheart, you’ve been very brave,” he said running a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry I put you in danger, I should have known that pervert was no good.”



“I am okay Adil,” she said with a smile, “I just passed out. But I’m okay now.”



“Next time, I’ll make sure I don’t send you to such psychos,” Adil assured.



“I was thinking the opposite actually,” Meera said, “I want to be your pain slut. You can send me to all kinds of sadistic clients who enjoy inflicting pain and degradation, or want to do some extreme stuff.”



“What? No!” Adil gasped, “You are too young Meera!”



“Even better,” Meera said, “They’ll have to pay that much more.”



Adil couldn’t believe what she was requesting. “Meera, you don’t realize how dangerous this can be,” he said, “You could have died today!”



“I understand this sounds crazy…but I am doing this for Kabir,” Meera said as a tear rolled down her cheek, “Losing Kabir was the most painful moment of my life and, nothing can be more painful. He was my world and I lost him. The guys who murdered him and raped me over and over again walk free and fearless. I want them dead! And for that I need money, a lot of money…and I am willing to do whatever it takes. And if I die trying…It’s ok…I’ll just be with my Kabir…”



“I’ll think about it,” Adil said, “You get some rest.”



Adil left the room. After sometime a doctor visited Meera and treated her for her injuries. Shabnam gave her the medicines and put a blanket on her so she could rest.



When everyone left the room, Meera began to think about the vision she had. The blue-eyed man appeared so many times in her dreams and visions that she was now sure he had something to do with her past. Mithila was still a puzzle though, Meera couldn’t figure out why she sees Mithila so often in her visions with the blue-eyed man. She just hoped to figure it out with time.

This part of the story was simply incredible, meera wants to go the worst to do best for sake of kabir's memory, it shows the twisted parts of a bruised heart. The heart which has gone through the worst pain in the world and when someone shows love, it will surely avenge for it, no matter what will be the cost.

The glimpse of psychotic mind of meera is shown in this part, she wants to gamble her body, her spirit and her youth just to avenge kabir's death, she wants to live her life in the palms of death.

I loved this turn in the meera's image, lets see what will happen in next part.

 

[Diabolical]

Who is that guy? The primary molester of Meera... Why he is around Mithila?

Is he the husband? Are they same? Ugh! It's always the husband... May be he likes the broken type... As Mithila was also by her bad experience... 🕵

Aryan and Adil seemed decent regarding the other men we have met in this story... And that daddy school girl thing was hot and painful

I mean that's the point I know

for the next when will you post Indian Princess

yup, despite the fact the adil and aryan are involved in illegal buisness they seemed to have good character