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Erotica Dark Seduction (Completed)

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After reading this update I revisited the previous updates and now I seriously doubt about tormentor, Is he even a real entity or an imagination of Pankhudi. I think pankhudi is hallucinating about a tormentor and acting herself (May be unknowingly). Because she can have easy access to Nisha's locker room____ She was also having an Idea that Nisha might go to police even after she refused her to do so (After all they were so close)____ Pankhudi also knows that Nisha have a spare key to apartment and Pankhudi also knows the exact location to found spare keys (In Nisha's purse) [Thats why Nisha keys were stolen from Nisha without her notice]
Nisha has never seen Tormentor may be because there isn't one?? :hmm2: Maybe Pankh is imagining a tormentor and doing everything to herself___ The scorpion, The nude photos, The Murder scene photos and diary everything can be done by Pankhudi herself easily.

It could be result of some kind of personality disorder___ May be her best daydream of getting love and affection from a tall, handsome man is intermixed with her worst nightmare of cruelty of her father and the hybrid result is a imagined tall handsome and somewhat dominant still caring tormentor :declare:. He only arrives when Pankhudi is at the brink of collapsing from her anxiety

Any way this was a shot in the dark and if it misses the target that means that the tormentor is real then he must have worked very hard to do all the above said things to the perfection without getting noticed___ He must have a very detailed Idea of lifestyle of not only Pankhudi but Nisha also. And that implies she is in deep deep trouble
Lets see how her doctor can help her

Review is delayed because as I said I revisited all the updates to investigate my theory and your updates are amazingly big :applause: keep it up waiting for next update
if the Tormentor is imaginary, then how did he encountered Nisha? Even Nisha shifted to some other place after that incident.
 
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if the Tormentor is imaginary, then how did he encountered Nisha? Even Nisha shifted to some other place after that incident.
Ohh I didn't write that part in comment
It could be pankhudi herself__ That incident was to scare off Nisha and No permanent damage was done to her__ Else why would a psycho would just scare her off he could have done permanent damage also to teach her a lesson
 
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Ohh I didn't write that part in comment
It could be pankhudi herself__ That incident was to scare off Nisha and No permanent damage was done to her__ Else why would a psycho would just scare her off he could have done permanent damage also to teach her a lesson
I think it was a strong man who held her not a submissive Pankhudi.
 
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The loud ringing of her phone woke her up. It was 4 am. She looked around; she realized she had been sleeping in her bedroom, all naked. He must have left after she fell asleep. She answered the call. It was her younger sister. She was surprised to receive a call from home at such odd hours.

"Palak, is everything ok?" Pankhudi asked.

"I am afraid its not Pankh" Palak spoke in a worried tone.

"Why what happened?" Pankhudi asked.

"Mom has not been keeping well. She has been ill for a few days now, and a while ago, her condition suddenly deteriorated and we had to take her to the hospital." Palak said.

"Is she alright now?" Pankh asked.

"No she isn't. She is in the ICU now. We need you Pankh, and we also need some money"

Pankhudi could sense great helplessness in Palak's voice as she spoke.

"I'll come over as soon as I can, please take care of mom till then. And how much money do we need?" Pankhudi asked.

"Around 25K INR for now." Palak said.

"Fine, I'll get the money and come as soon as I can." Pankhudi assured her.

Soon after she hung up the call her mind began to race thinking about how she is going to arrange for the money and leave. She hardly had any savings. She wished she had got health insurance cover for her mother, but she never had enough financial stability. With her salary she could barely make both ends meet. 10 days were left for the month to end, she was hoping she could talk to her boss about getting her salary in advance.

She went to her office at the usual time and requested a meeting with her boss, Mr. Vishal Tyagi. When she was called in, she explained her problem to him and requested her salary in advance and a leave for a few days. To her disappointment, he denied both.

"Please Sir" she begged, "I've worked here for about a year now. I really need the money, please try to understand"

"I am sorry to know about your problems Pankhudi, but as per company's policy we cannot give any employee their salary in advance. And I can grant you 2 days leave at the most."

"Just 2 days? It will take 2 days just to reach my hometown! I need to be there for my sick mother...please Sir..." she said.

"As per company's policy, I can't I am sorry...but maybe I could help you on a personal level if you are willing to do what it takes..." he said with a nasty smile.

"What do you mean?" Pankhudi asked suspiciously.

"Come on Pankhudi. You are not a kid, and you very well know what I mean." He then got up from his chair and walked up to her. He rubbed her shoulders made a firm eye contact and said, "I need you to do me some 'personal favours'."

Pankhudi pushed him away and said, "I respect you so much Sir, please don't treat me like this."

"Respect doesn't pay the bills Pankh" he said coldly, "If you want my help, I'd say loud and clear, I want you to sleep with me. And if a dumb village cunt like you doesn't understand that, let me be clearer, I want to fuck you."

Pankhudi started crying hearing that, "I am not a whore" she said in a firm voice.

"Not yet" he said with a wicked smile, "But you might want to consider becoming one. Situation is such, poor you. Here's my card, call me if you are willing to sell me your cunt. I'll pay you a good price. And regarding the leave, you stay away for more than 2 days and you risk losing the job." Then he boldly groped her breasts and said looking into her eyes, "Of course I will reconsider that if you please me."

Pankhudi was very angry. He was a charming middle aged man but all she felt was disgust for him. She wanted to slap that man, spit on his face and quit the job. But she just picked up the card and walked out of his cabin.

'All men are the same' she thought 'sick sadistic bastards! All they really care about is fucking.'

In the evening she came home rather disappointed. She opened her safe and took out the two golden bangles she treasured a lot. No matter how much the financial crisis, she always held on to those bangles because they were her mother's gift to her. Her mom wanted her to wear those on her wedding day. If she sold those, maybe she could raise money and she wouldn't have to sleep with her boss. But then she needed the leave as well. She couldn't risk losing her job.

She took out the card and dialled his number.

"I knew you would call" he said.

"How much will you pay me?" she asked with her eyes tightly shut. She had never imagined that she would ever have sex for money.

"Depends on how well you fuck" he said, "Btw, I am just curious, how many men have fucked you before me?"

"That is none of your business" Pankhudi said firmly.

"Of course it is. I need to know how tight or loose your cunt is, and whether I am going to enjoy fucking you."

Pankhudi was finding this conversation very embarrassing. She knew he was deliberately asking her such obscene questions.

"None" she said, "I am a virgin"

"Is it? Oh then your pussy must be really aching for cock. How big are your tits Pankh?"

"Just shut up!" she shouted.

"You are in no position to talk to me like that bitch." He growled, "And within a few hours you are going to be naked before me with your legs spread open and you are going to beg me to fuck you for money. This is just a conversation. So answer the fucking question!"

"36C" she replied.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"I dont know, once or twice a week" she said as she broke down into tears.

"Holy fuck! You are one horny chick! Don't worry, I'll fuck you more than just twice a week...wow, I can barely wait...how exactly do you masturbate? Where do you touch yourself?" he asked.

"Please sir..." she said as she was crying out loud.

"I asked you a question Pankh" he said firmly.

"I rub my breasts and clit till I cum" her face was burning in shame as she spoke.

"Ok" Vishal said, "When you come over, in which of your holes would you take my cock first?"

"I don't know"

"You really want the money don't you?" he said in a firm voice, "If I don't get a straight answer to any of my questions, I won't give you a penny. Then you can go and sell you cunt to any random guy like a street whore. I think that is what you want, to be fucked by cheap dirty men."

"I'll take it in my pussy first" Pankhudi forced words out of her mouth.

"Great!" he said, "You are a good slut, and am sure all your holes are aching to be filled with cocks. I'll get some friends along. We will make a fuck sandwich of you. I am sure you would love that!"

Pankhudi felt very degraded. She didn't speak a word.

"Come to Hotel Marriott at 10 pm, and shave your privates before leaving home. I'll pay you 10,000 INR and 10,000 more if you take it up your ass too. And each of my friend will pay you another 5k. Make sure that cunt of yours is shaved and be prepared to be fucked all night long."

"Ok, I'll be there" she said.

It was a very tough thing for her but she didn't seem to have much choice. She went for a bath and shaved her pussy. She got dressed and ready to lose her virginity and her shame. She held the golden bangles in her hand and kissed them. "I love you mom" she said looking fondly at them.

She left her bedroom enter the living room to find an uninvited guest sitting on the couch. The same mysterious stalker who had total control over her body and mind. His presence in her house was no longer shocking for her, but still unwelcome and disturbing. He was sitting so comfortably in her house, like he owned it. To her horror, he was viewing her personal photo album that contained pictures of her family and friends, which she kept for the sake of memories when she felt lonely. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he seemed to be observing the pictures carefully. She felt all the more crushed. Her heart sank and she stood quietly frozen with fear. When he acknowledged her presence, he lifted his gaze.

"Going somewhere, cupcake?" he asked casually with a smile that she was not very fond of.

"Please go away." she cried.

"Your voice is barely audible sunshine, come closer." he said, signalling her with his index finger.

She shuddered when he ordered her to do that. Instead of walking towards him, she nervously started taking small steps backwards.

"You want me to come there?" he asked with a confident smile.

She suddenly stopped moving backwards. She trembled like a scared little kitten. His eyes were fixed on her and his gaze was scorching. With every tiny trembling step she took towards him, her feet seemed to get heavier and she had to gather all her strength to put them forwards. When she reached close enough he grabbed her hand.

"Come, sit on my lap" he said as he gently tugged on her hand. His grip however was firm.

Pankhudi hesitated, so he pulled her hand harder. She had to battle her will to obey him. But she finally did. She felt his arms embrace her and his legs lock hers between them. She couldn't move now unless he wanted her too. Pankhudi had small delicate wrists, like those of a baby. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and his other hand was free to exploit her helplessness.

"You didn't answer me cupcake" he whispered in her ear as he nibbled it, "Going somewhere?"

"Just seeing a friend." she said in a voice breaking in fear. She was so scared to be so helplessly locked in his grip. The anticipation of what he was going to do to her made her blood run cold.

"A friend, I see" he said, "Nice to know that you have friends who ask you in which hole would you take his cock first."

Pankhudi was shocked to realise how well he knows what is going on in her life.

"How much are you selling your cunt for? I might want to take up the offer as well." He teased her.

"I never wanted to do this" Pankhudi said with a painful expression on her face.

He moved his hand through her silky black hair as he smiled to watch her shudder every time he touched her. He was only caressing her gently, but the poor girl was so afraid of him. He brushed his hand lightly across her face staring. He then started gently rubbing her back. She was only beginning to feel comforted when he slipped his hand under her top and began to stroke her bare skin. His touch on her bare skin made her feel a familiar tingle between her legs. She wanted it to stop. She began to struggle hopelessly. He was delighted to see that. He continued stroking her bare skin, and unhooked her bra. The elastic recoiled away and he could feel her smooth back.

"Why are you so nervous? This is not the first time I am touching you, is it?" he said.

Pankhudi began to cry as she recalled how he had molested her earlier.

He then took his hand out and grabbed her hair. "Did you forget..." he said as he licked her neck, "How 'romantic' it has been?"

Pankhudi could do nothing but cry and squirm helplessly in his grip.

"Let me remind you." He said and relaxed his grip over her. He intended to make her lie down on the couch but she escaped his grip and stood trembling at a distance away from him. She was too scared to even try to run from him. She was not going to get anywhere even if she did. She knew that very well.

"For God sake stop all this!" She shouted, "Why are you doing this to me? Please, I am in a lot of trouble already...please stop harassing me like this...I'll lose whatever is left of my sanity.."

He got up calmly and walked towards the table and picked up her medical file that was lying there. She had put it there carelessly after her visit to the psychiatrist.

"Well," he said as he opened to read it, "If you lose your sanity, maybe your shrink can fix you. Hmm let's see..Masochistic Personality Disorder...patient gives history of childhood abuse and self harm. Really, snowflake?" He suddenly looked at her.

She didn't respond. He began to walk towards her and she took steps backward as he came closer till her back touched the wall. He stood right in front of her and smiled. He placed both his palms on the wall and trapped her. Her unhooked bra was bugging her already, but she was too embarrassed to hook it in front of him.

He stepped even closer and said, "Self harm? Seriously? Am I not hurting you enough? What a shame! You, my darling, have a very complicated life."

She turned her head to one side not wanting to face him. He kissed her cheek. She flinched and suddenly pushed his right hand away and got away from him. She again stood at a distance from him, indecisive as to what she should really do. He was simply amused to see her reactions. She was trying to get away from him, yet she wasn't trying to get out of the confines of the small room in which they were standing.

He walked towards her trying to contain his delight at her subtle submission. She heard his footsteps approaching her from behind. Perhaps out of despair, she didn't move. He slowly slipped his hands from behind tracing the curves if her waist and grabbed her tight enough to cause her discomfort. She was wincing in his grip.

"You know something cupcake" he whispered in her ear, "This will only hurt you as long as you keep fighting it."

He reached the button of her jeans and opened it, and unzipped and lowered her jeans just enough for his hand to pass between her legs. He began to rub her pussy through her panty. He could feel the smoothness of her freshly shaved pussy and her soft pussy lips, through the fabric. He pressed his chin on her shoulder. She was struggling but the intensity of the struggle was negligible. She could feel her lust take over her will again. She arched her neck and moaned softly. She never realised when she parted her legs slightly to allow him better access. She could feel his body against her back, every small amount of friction was arousing her more. He rubbed her long enough to have a wet spot on her panty. He took his hand out and pinched her ass and said, "You are wet for a reason."

She pushed him away, out of a sudden emotional outburst. Then she broke down and fell to her knees and said, "Why are you doing this to me? Just tell me what you want...take it from me, whatever that it is you are after. What do you want huh? You want to fuck me! Fine fuck me! Right now! Just do it! Or just kill me if that pleases you...Just stop playing your cruel games. You all men are the same. All you care about is fucking! Then what are you waiting for? I am right here, and see I am so wet and horny, I am a cock hungry slut. I am a whore who fucks for money. First I'll fuck you, then I'll go and open my legs for that bastard waiting for me that the hotel...That what I deserve! To be fucked all day in all my holes...I have no right to dignity....." she began to cry loudly after she said that.

He didn't say anything for a while. He just stood there enjoying her broken condition.

"Alright then, lets fuck." he said smiling at the girl helplessly kneeling before him.

Then he bent over and grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He gently led her to the bedroom. He ushered her into the bedroom of her own and then closed the door behind him.

He turned off all the lights of the room except for that beautiful table lamp beside the bed scattering its subtle golden light around the room. The ambience of the humble room was sensual, but Pankhudi was feeling totally defeated and broken.

"We don't need much light for now" he said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, anticipating the inevitable.

"Strip for daddy, cupcake" he said mischievously.

Pankhudi had calmed down after her emotional outburst. She knew what she had to do. There was no point fighting it now. Besides he had seen every inch of her skin last night. But her fear had number her senses then, right now she was fully conscious. Her jeans were already halfway down her thighs. Without looking at him, she gently slipped it down. Her exposed skin glowed beautifully in the dim yellow light. Then she struggled with her own mind to pull down her already wet panty. His eyes growled in pleasure as he got a sneak peek at her trimmed pussy. As she pulled down it up to mid thigh, she suddenly became very conscious of her nakedness and she pulled the bed sheet across her thighs to cover up. She expected him to be angry, but he found her shyness rather adorable. He was only smiling. She removed her panty and now was completely naked below her waist. She pulled the bed sheet again and covered up even more.

She began to raise her top, and her already unhooked bra wasn't doing its job anymore. He could easily see her full breasts, each and every curve of them, and then of course her sensitive nipples as she raise her hands above her head to remove the top. She then let to bra strap slide down her shoulder. She covered her breasts with her hand as she took off the bra. Her skin was burning in shame. She pulled the sheet up across her breasts to cover herself as much as possible.

He smiled to see her so badly try to cover herself. He stood in front of her, she trembled anticipating his touch. He brushed his hand across her hair and rubbed the side of her arms so tightly clinging to the sheet.

He sat on the bed and made himself comfortable by resting his back against the headboard. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She had covered herself from front with the bed sheet but her back was still exposed. He could see the glow of her clear skin, and of a part of her ass crack.

"Come here" he said to her signalling her to sit on his lap.

She didn't hesitate much now. She crawled towards him. With every little movement she made, she consciously held on to the sheet, trying to cover up any exposed parts. He helped her sit comfortably on his lap, held her in his arms and kissed her forehead. She was quivering with anticipation.

"Calm down kitten" he said gently running his hand through her hair, "We need to talk."

"If I wanted to 'fuck' you" he said, "I would have done it long back. This isn't about fucking, cupcake."

Pankhudi didn't say anything. She had nothing to say.

"I understand that you fear me. You have your reasons. But trust me, I am not so bad." He said softly in her ears.

"Do you realize how vulnerable you are sweetheart? Right now, I have absolute control over your life. That is a fact. I could destroy you and everything that is dear to you if I wanted. I could turn you into something you would have never imagined in your worst nightmare. And believe me there is nothing you could have done to stop me. All you could do is helplessly watch your world burn, or beg for death to end your suffering at the most." He spoke in an amazingly gentle tone.

Pankhudi shuddered as he spoke. She was crying out of helplessness.

"But...I don't want to destroy you." he said.

He pulled her closer, making firm contact with her body, and resting her head on his shoulder.

She felt the warmth of his body, and his masculine scent. As she rested against his chest, she could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath and his heartbeat. His cold words made her freeze. The warmth in his tone of speech didn't make her feel any better.

"Pankhudi look at me..." he said as he lifted her chin to make her look at him, "You are too lovely to be destroyed". He finished his sentence with a brief loving kiss on her lips.

She pulled her arms and legs closer and curled into foetal position. She closed her eyes and flexed her neck again as he let go of her chin.

"You are such a wonderful woman" he said and he held her firmly and took a deep breath, "It feels so good to hold you in my arms."

"I am just an ordinary girl trying to survive in this world...I love my family. I am living for them. Please don't hurt me" she begged softly.

"I know" he replied, "I know your family means everything to you, and you mean everything to them and I don't wish to disrupt your life. You must learn to trust me."

"I want to save my dying mother" she said, "I don't know if this is the worst phase of life or is it going to get worse. I am forced to sell my body today, perhaps someday I'll be forced to sell my soul."

"Things aren't complicated Pankh" he said, "You are complicating them. You are yet to learn to judge people, whom to trust and whom not to."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

There was a moment of silence. He just held her close and said nothing, and she was slowly beginning to feel comfortable in his arms. She closed her eyes. She had always been very lonely, she had been yearning to have a man in her life – a strong caring man, who would be her protector and provider. He was perhaps not that man, but at the moment she was in his arms, just like she had always wanted someone to hold her. He was holding her so lovingly, she was beginning to melt.

He was glad to see her calm down. He started gently fondling her hair and rubbing her back. She sank deeper into his arms in response. He smiled.

"You don't need to sleep with that prick, my darling" he said "I'll deposit 75K INR in your account tomorrow, which is more than twice what you need right now. Go home sweetheart, take care of your family"

Pankhudi couldn't believe her ears. She never expected so much help from this man. "What would you want in return?" she asked anxiously.

"Nothing" he said with a calm expression on his face.

Pankhudi was perplexed. How could it be? How could someone just give her so much money just like that?

"It may be difficult for you to understand...but that's how I feel for you. You are a very brave girl, and I admire the courage with which you face the world alone. You are such a wonderful girl Pankh, it would be a shame on me if I didn't help you, and you were forced to sleep with those assholes. You are my angel, I won't let them make you a whore. You are special for me, you always were. Did you have a doll when you were a child?"

"Yes" Pankhudi said.

"What did you do with your doll?" he asked her.

"I used to play with her" she said.

"Did you ever break your doll or throw her away? Did you let others hurt her?"

"Never!" Pankhudi said, "I used to take good care of my doll, give her everything she needed and I never let anyone touch her.."

"Exactly" he interrupted her, "You are my little doll Pankhudi. I will always take care of you. Right now, you need me, and I will help you, unconditionally." He said making a firm eye contact.

"I may have hurt you, but that was necessary to make you understand certain things" He said rubbing her back.

"Understand what?" she asked.

"I'll explain later Pankh." He said, "First you need to go home and look after you mother. Lemme book a flight ticket for you, you'll reach faster"

He took out his phone and made a booking. Pankhudi received a confirmation SMS almost immediately. It was the first time she was travelling by flight. She was overwhelmed by the amount of help he extended towards her.

"Stay for about a week. If everything is well, I'll book a return flight for you. And don't worry about your job. E-mail them your resignation, I'll help you find a better job after you return" he assured her.

"I have no words to thank you" she said as she hugged him tightly.

"Those are beautiful bangles," he said as he picked them up from the table and slipped them around her wrists "You'll look very pretty when you wear them on your wedding day."

Tears of gratitude were flowing from her eyes. She hugged him tighter.

"Sleep now" he said with a smile.

"Please stay till I fall asleep, like yesterday" she requested.

He smiled and held her in his arms. Soon she fell asleep.

After a while her phone started ringing. Pankhudi was so fast asleep that the ringing didn't wake her up. He picked it up, the screen read - Mr. Vishal Tyagi calling.

He walked out of her bedroom and answered the call, "Hey baby, where are you? My dick is so hard for you!" he heard Vishal's voice.

"Yeah? Then turn it around and shove it up your ass" he replied.

"Oh its you!" Vishal chucked. "How did it go? Did she break down as you had expected?"

"Buddy, you hit the bull's eye!" he replied as his lips curved into a smile.

"So you got her right where you wanted her. Lucky you!"

"Almost" he replied , "Thanks for your help"

"Don't mention it bro! Good cop bad cop always works! Fuck I am so bad that I actually made you look good" Vishal laughed as he spoke.

"Yes, you were just perfect. Talk to you later bro, gotta go now."

"Yeah sure," Vishal disconnected the call.

Then the mysterious stalker deleted the history of that particular call, went back to the bedroom and placed the phone on the table next to her. He looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Then he bent over and kissed her cheek and whispered in her ears, "Soon you'll submit to my desires and seek pleasure in pleasing me"
 
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"Please Daddy, don't hurt me..."


"SHUT UP you little bitch, I’ll teach you some manners today"


"Not the belt please it hurts…"


"Stop fucking screaming! It is supposed to hurt, only then you'll learn not to fucking interfere when I am talking to your mother…this whore who could not give me a son, only two weak and good for nothing daughters, I should have killed you both the moment you were born!"


"I’m sorry daddy…but please don’t hurt mother…”


"You piece of shit! You are going to tell me what I am supposed to do? I think the belt isn't good enough for you. I need to lock you up on some place dark."


"NO! Not there...please..I beg you..no..."


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The helpless scream of her former self echoed in her memory as they jolted her out of the flashback. Pankhudi found herself sitting on a chair next to her sick mother in the hospital. It had been 3 days since she arrived here. Her mother had been better. She had been shifted out of ICU today. Pankhudi held her ageing mother's hand and wiped off the tears of painful memories.


Her mother opened her eyes and smiled at her. "I am so proud of you Pankhudi. You handle so much on your own. You are a brave girl. God bless you my child!" she said.


"I love you mom," she said as she kissed her mother's hand.


Her mother's health improved over the next few days. She was discharged; Pankhudi and Palak took her home. With the money, the mysterious man had given her, Pankhudi was able to set everything right. When she was sure everything at home was alright, he made arrangements for her to fly back to Mumbai. When her flight landed at Mumbai airport, she walked out cautiously looking for him. It didn't take long for her to find him and she hugged him as soon as she saw him. He wasn't expecting that, but he hugged her back anyway.


"How's your mother's health now?" he asked.


"She's better now, thank you so much for your help," she said with a genuine emotion of gratitude in her eyes.


"Good. Let's get you home sunshine," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her to his car. It was a beautiful black sedan. Pankhudi had never seen such a fancy car before. They got inside and drove off.


It was night already. They reached her house. Pankhudi was lost in deep thought. He was sitting on the couch looking at her, but she wasn't feeling scared of him anymore. It seemed the thoughts that were racing though her mind were troubling her more than his presence.


He lit a cigarette and smoked quietly. "Come here Pankhudi" he called her closer.


She smiled and walked towards him and sat on his lap. He embraced her and rested his back against the couch and pulled her even closer and place her head on his shoulder. He began running his fingers through her hair and showering her with kisses. "I missed you Pankh," he said.


"I missed you too," she said. He wasn't really expecting that answer. He looked at her. Her eyes were sad.


"Are you ok, cupcake?" he asked.


"I have only bad memories about my father..." she spoke as she couldn't hide her grief, "All those things you did for me are what my father would have done if he hadn't been such a disappointment. Is it my fault that I am a girl? Why do I always get punished for it?” She began to cry as she spoke.


“Sweetheart” he said fondling her hair, “I can’t speak for others, but I really do admire you.”


She paused for a while because she was choking and continued, "You may have hurt me, but you also care for me...I feel safe around you, I feel that I can trust you." she hugged him tightly and continued, "You said you want me don't you?"


"Yes I do," he said as he continued playing with her hair.


"I will give myself to you" she said, "I'll do anything you say, but I want you to make a promise"


"And what would that be?" he asked taking another puff from the cigarette.


She looked straight into his eyes and said, "Promise me that if anything happened to me or if I die, you will take care of my family."


"Why would anything happen to you?" he said staring back into her eyes, "I'll make sure you are ok, I won't let anything wrong happen to you Pankh."


"I know" she said, "But just in case, something bad happens to me, promise me that you will take care of my family. They mean everything to me. They are all I care about; I don't care even about myself."


"I promise, I will take care of your family if anything happens to you 'and' even otherwise, for as long as I live." he assured her. "But are you certain that you want to give yourself to me? I don’t want to force you, and I don’t want you to do this under any kind of obligation. You may be in a financially tight spot right now, but such a situation is rarely permanent. You are a bright girl and one day you are going to do very well in your life. If it is the money you are thinking about, you can always return it whenever you can, and you won’t owe me anything. You are too precious to be traded for money.”


Pankhudi just closed her eyes trying to process what he said. Memories of her sexual encounters with him flashed in her mind. A tingle ran down her body, “I need you, I want you…take me please…” she whispered, drowning in the ecstasy of her desires.


“Fine, but know this Pankhudi, I am going to be very rough with you. The only limits you would have are the ones I choose. I will use you as I see fit, abuse you as and when I please. You will take it all without question, if you don't, I will punish you."


She didn’t reply. She just nodded in affirmation.


"Good, now go take a cold shower, and shave your sweet pussy, when you are done walk out of the bathroom naked and kneel before me."


Pankhudi got up from his lap and walked towards the bathroom. She took off her clothes and turned on her shower. The cold water made her shiver. She started shaving her pussy carefully. The anticipation of having the first sex of her life got her aroused already. When she was done, she rubbed fragrant soap into her skin. She loved the fresh feel of her body. She put some shampoo on her hair, followed by a conditioner, her hair transformed into smooth silk. She turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Water was still dripping from her gorgeous skin and hair, she looked like an angel.


He took a deep breath when he saw the mesmerizing beauty standing before him. She slowly dropped on her knees before him. She was such a sight to behold! The water droplets clinging to her skin were shining like crystals in the faint yellow light. Her long, wet hair clinging to her skin, flanking her breasts, making her look like a mermaid who had just come out of water. Her smooth shaved pussy looked beautiful. She was shivering with cold. She was feeling very shy, she didn't dare to look at him. Her eyes were downcast and she was very conscious of her nakedness. He was delighted at her submission. He felt like licking off every drop of water from her skin.


He put a finger under her chin and made her look up. He kissed her lips passionately, and licked her neck. She moaned with tightly shut eyes. She was still shivering with cold. He brought a towel and put it around her and dried her head and wrapped it around her body. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He gently pulled the towel leaving her naked again. He grabbed one of her wrists and began to tie it to the bed with a rope. She didn't resist. She allowed him to tie her up. He tied her other wrist in a similar fashion. Next, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes and her vision drowned in darkness. But she could still hear him, feel him.


He didn't tie her legs. He loved it when she closed them out of shyness and he opened them roughly. He wanted to do the same again. But this time he wanted to make sure that she keeps them open and begs to be fucked. He was skilled at the art of seduction. His personality was charming, with a fair complexion, well sculpted body with a flow of muscles under his skin, and sharp facial features. His presence was so intimidating.


Pankhudi felt him crawl onto her. She felt his skin against hers, she knew he was naked. He grabbed her face between his palms and gave a brief kiss on her lips. He then moved lower towards her neck and began nibbling it, sending pleasurable sensations throughout her body. Pankhudi couldn't hold back her moans. Her breathing became heavy. She wanted to hold him, run her hands all over his body but her hands were well restrained. The feeling of helplessness added to her arousal. She knew he was now going to fuck her hard and there is nothing she can do about it.


He began to energetically lick and nibble her nipples making her moan even louder. Her nipples were really sensitive. He squeezed her breasts and left love bites on them as if he was a hungry breast feasting on his prey. All this while, Pankhudi's legs were tightly closed. She could feel a moist between them, but she was too shy to open them. He grabbed them and opened them, exposing her sweet dripping cunt.


"Keep your legs open," he ordered her.


She wouldn't dare to disobey, they both knew it. She moaned when she felt the tip of his erection rubbing against her hymen. She had been a virgin for so long. Deep down she craved for a man to take her virginity, her pussy ached for a hard dick to penetrate it. But he didn't enter just yet. He just rubbed his dick on her slippery wetness and teased her, testing her patience. She got more and more desperate by the moment and she could feel her lust generate so much heat between her legs. She was gasping for release, her moans were begging him to enter.


"Do you want this cupcake?" he asked.


"Yes...please.." she gasped.


With her vision blocked, her sensations were much stronger. He pushed past her hymen, she felt a slight pain and then the overwhelming sensation of her pussy being filled by a man's erection for the first time. He entered very slowly. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as he entered. She moaned uncontrollably and struggling against her restraints. He began to nibble her neck again driving her mad with pleasure. He wanted her to moan real loud, he wanted her to forget about everything else in the world and experience carnal pleasure, her first ever.


He remained still for a while, he wanted to appreciate the entire length of the cock filling her before he started pounding her. Every time he withdrew, he pushed it back it with a stronger thrust. He continued digging in her sweet cunt, the amazing sensation took over her and her body convulsed in orgasm, her moans were music to his ears. That drove him crazier. He began to fuck her harder and faster, roughly mouthing her body as he neared orgasm. Pankhudi knew he was going to cum inside her, but she had surrendered to him completely, he owned her now and he would use her any how he wished. If he wanted to cum insider her pussy, she would have to accept it willingly. She heard him moan as he had an orgasm inside her body.


He lay on top of her for a while with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, he was just resting, letting the exhilarating feeling of having taken her virginity seep deep into his mind through his skin. She was still restrained and tied up. She wanted to hold him, kiss him but she could only wiggle under him.


He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was still struggling with the restraints and moving her body sensually, craving for his touch. He put on his clothes, untied her and removed the blindfold and said, "Lets go"


"Where?" she asked. She was utterly confused.


"You'll move in with me. You don't need to carry anything along, I'll provide you with everything you need, now let's go." He said.


She dressed up quickly and walked out with him. He made her sit in the car next to him and drove off. Pankhudi was nervous. This was so sudden. She wasn't prepared for this. She was anxious as to where he was taking him or what he would do to her. But she consoled herself that if he wanted to harm her, he would have done it anyway and braced herself for whatever was destined for her.


He drove the car past the busy city streets and took a turn to reach a secluded road that let to somewhere out of the city. It was late night and there weren't many vehicles on the road.


"Take off your top" he told her.


"What? We are on the road!" she protested.


He pinched her nipple sharply and said spitefully, "Question me again and I will strip you and throw you on the road naked," He looked sternly into her eyes as he spoke, he wanted to let her know he meant business.


Pankhudi took of her top hesitantly.


"The bra too, take it off! And hands by your side, I don’t want you spoiling the show for whoever might want to look." he said. This was her punishment for having disobeyed his first command.


She sat topless in the passenger's seat. She began to weep out of humiliation. Whenever another vehicle passed by, he deliberately slowed down the car to let the passer-by get a good view of her boobs. Some passing vehicles had rowdy male passengers that jeered and whistled at her when they saw her.


She tried to cover herself with her hands. Her Master didn't like that, not one bit.


He grabbed her ear in one hand and twisted it till she screamed.


"I am sorry…please don’t hurt me." she begged.


"If you can’t obey simple commands, we need to fix that. Now I want you to make and eye contact with those who are looking at you, squeeze your boobs for them and blow kisses at them," he gave another humiliating order.


Pankhudi didn't speak a word after that. She knew arguing wasn't a good idea. But she couldn't bring herself to do something so humiliating either. A vehicle passed by, and her Master slowed down thier car. The men in the next car began to make lewd gestures at her, but she couldn't look at them.


"Do as you have been told Pankh!" he shouted.


"No," she cried.


He didn't say a word after that. He was quiet because he was now going to teach her such a lesson that she wouldn't dare to ever say "NO" to him again. He drove a little further and parked his car around a corner. He walked out of the car and dragged her out grabbing her hair. He slapped her hard enough to make her scream in pain. Her cheeks bore the marks of his fingers. The he pulled her hair very roughly and growled, "Listen to me carefully little slut, I was gentle with you the first time because you were a virgin, that doesn't mean you start getting any romantic ideas about me. It’s time you learned your place."


Pankhudi was very hurt to hear that form him. Besides his grip over her hair was hurting her. In spite of the pain, Pankhudi shed whatever clothes she was wearing. She was in tears now, she was afraid of him, very afraid. He dragged her by her hair a little further. It was a turning point of the road. He made her kneel.


"You are going to give suck me till I cum and them swallow it" he ordered.


"Please…” she begged, “Let me put my clothes on...what if someone sees me..."


"If someone sees you, I'll tell them you are a cheap whore and I'll let them use you too" he said. Pankhudi was shocked hearing his reply. "So" he continued, "It is best for you to not waste time and finish your job before anyone sees us."



Pankhudi fumbled with his belt and zip. She had never undressed a man before. Finally, she took out his cock and took it in her mouth promptly. She was in such a hurry to finish. He smiled at how she looked like a desperate cock hungry slut as she was trying to hurry because of the fear of getting caught. She took the whole length inside her mouth at once and she almost began gagging on it. Her desperation amused him. She just wanted to make him cum as soon as possible. Her untrained cock sucking was arousing him even more to see how a sweet innocent girl was trying to suck his cock, so willing to become his slut.


He held her head and pulled back a little guiding her to suck correctly. "Go easy cupcake" he said.


She was crying as she was sucking his cock. The headlights of the passing vehicles were falling on her, she was feeling ashamed at how many people must have seen her kneeling naked and sucking a cock on the roadside like a slut. She was very thankful to the darkness that saved her dignity to some extent.


She wanted to stop, she wanted to beg him to let her wear clothes, but she knew that would only waste more time and she will have to be naked for longer. She began sucking very furiously. He guided her fingers to play with his balls and she did her best to please him. At the moment her only concern was to make him cum, she used her mouth on his cock the best way she could. Her soft lips squeezing on his cock and her tongue giving a hot and wet massage to his erection brought him close to orgasm. When he shot his seed into her mouth, she didn't like the taste one bit, she spat it out. But the next moment she remembered that she was ordered to swallow. She knew she would get punished for this again.


She stood in front of him with her head lowered. She was feeling used and humiliated. He zipped up his pants with a satisfied expression on his face. A poor slave girl desperately tries to make him cum and messes up in the end ready to take the next punishment!


"Please let me put on my clothes…" she begged, "I am feeling shamed to be naked like this, so many people have seen me..." She began to cry out of helplessness and shame.


"I won't allow you clothes but no more people will see you on the road." he said.


Pankhudi looked at him in confusion. He opened the car's trunk and said, "Get inside"


"NO!" she shouted, "I am scared to be locked up in such small places...please don't…"


"Fine you can sit next to me and put up a good show" he offered her an option. The humiliation she had been through was too much for her. Perhaps much more than her fear of closed spaces. She got into the trunk and curled into a ball.


"Don't worry" he assured her, "You'll be fine. We will be there soon."


He closed the trunk and got into the driver's seat. He drank some water and drove off. He was delighted to have this new bird. He had a lot of devilish plans for her, he was going to use her in ways she would have never imagined.


After driving for a while, he noticed a grey SUV following him, approaching him swiftly. He changed direction trying to lose them, but the car followed his trail. The SUV then hit his car from behind. He realized the gravity of the situation when he heard a gunshot. They were firing at him. He was now sure that whoever the men in the car were, they were after him and their intentions were not nice. He pressed the accelerator with his full strength, but the men were giving him a good chase. His heart was racing but he tried to control his nerves. He was worried about the poor girl locked up in the trunk. The last thing he would have wanted was her to take a bullet meant for him.


It was getting difficult for him to control the car at such a high speed. He had never driven my car faster than this. He had lost sense of direction. He didn't know where he where he was going, just drove wherever he could to get away from them. He didn't even realize when he left the highway and drove into a small lonely street. At the back of his mind he was extremely worried about Pankhudi. The poor girl was locked up in the car's trunk and must have definitely panicked as he drove the car at such a high speed.


He looked the fuel indicator, and realized he was running out of fuel. "Fuck!" he shouted in disappointment. He knew he couldn't get far. It was best to park the car somewhere and hide from those unknown assailants. He quickly parked the car on one side of the road and opened the trunk. Pankhudi was indeed terrified. She was trembling with fear, but he had no time to pacify her. He just lifted her on his shoulder and ran towards the jungle.


"What's happening?" she asked.


"Shhh" he tried to quieten her, "Stay quiet, we are being attacked. Some men are after us."


"Who...and why?" she asked.


"I don't know" he said, "And don't make a sound, they are armed. If they find us, they will shoot me and perhaps do something worse to you."



Pankhudi was completely naked, she could barely control her fear. She held on to him very tightly and began to sob quietly while he kept an eye out for them. The assailants found his car.



"He must be nearby" the leader of the gang said, "Find him and kill him. I want that bastard dead."



Those men spread out began to look for them. He realized it was not safe here anymore and he had to head deeper into the jungle with Pankhudi.



He hugged her tightly and said, "Pankh I know this is tough for you, but you have to be strong okay? We have to move, and move very quickly and not let them see or hear us."


Pankhudi was weeping bitterly trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. He felt sorry for her condition. This wasn't a part of his plan. He had made her take off all her clothes before locking her in the trunk. There was nothing to cover her body. He took off his shirt and handed it over to her "Put this on, quick, and move."



Pankhudi held his hand and followed him deeper into the jungle. She was in pain, she was unable to move fast, but he dragged her along, because moving slowly would mean certain death for him and perhaps something worse for Pankhudi. They had to get away from those assailants. They were outnumbered; they could only escape using stealth. As they were trying to get away, Pankhudi's leg slipped making a stone roll down a slope. One of the assailants began to chase them, and they had to run deeper into the forest. After running for a while, he stopped to check whether they were still being followed. When he was sure that there was no one after them, they stopped running and walked to find a shelter from the night. They were deep inside the jungle by now, there was no sign of anyone else except the two.



He was sure that the assailants would have given up by now. He spotted an old ruined structure in the middle of the jungle, would have been a house at some point of time. The walls were broken, but a part of the roof was intact. He thought it could be a good shelter for the night. He took Pankhudi along and made her sit down.



"Are you ok?" he asked her.


She didn't reply. She just curled into a ball and started crying.


He frisked his jeans pockets and found his cigarette lighter. He collected some twigs and lit a small fire and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her trying to pacify her. In the light of the fire he noticed blood around her feet. He suddenly realized that Pankhudi was not just naked in the trunk; she didn't have any footwear on either.



"Pankh, let me see your feet" he said out of concern.



She flinched and drew her arms and legs closer to her body. He realized she was in pain.



"Let me see Pankh," he spoke authoritatively and she allowed him to inspect her soles. Multiple thorns had pierced her skin and the poor girl didn't complain all along. He felt very sorry for her. "I will remove the thorns one by one. It will hurt for a while, but I must do it else your wounds won't heal" he said as he gently touched her shoulder trying to pacify her.


Pankhudi just nodded. He removed the thorns from her feet one by one. Even though it was hurting, she tried not to scream. He finished as quickly as he could to minimize the pain and tore off a sleeve of the shirt to bandage her feet. He made her sit on his lap and rested her head against his chest. Pankhudi had stopped sobbing, her feet were not hurting as much as before. She hugged him and snuggled deeper into his arms.


"Do you think they saw me while I was..." she couldn't complete her sentence out of shame. "Is that why they followed us? Did they want to rape..."


"No sweetheart, they were after me. I don't think they even knew that I wasn't alone." He said rubbing her back. "Don't worry, I'll call for help, we'll be OK"


He tried to find his phone but was shocked to realize that he had forgotten it in the car. He was mad at himself, but there was no other option than to wait till morning it was impossible to backtrack at this hour. Sounds of howling of night creatures tore through the silence of the night and it was very dark. Pankhudi was feeling very scared, but his presence calmed her. He made her lie down and put her head on his lap till she fell asleep. He rested his back against the broken wall and tried to sleep.
 
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