Erotica Dark Seduction (Completed)

[Indian Princess]

Marvellous, how can I give my review for such a beautiful piece of literature.

Thanks for your support...this story was the first story that was so close to my heart

 

[manikmittalme07]

Thanks for your support...this story was the first story that was so close to my heart

when are you going to post next episode Princess

 

[Indian Princess]

when are you going to post next episode Princess

In some time I guess, I have the whole story anyway so I dont see any point in delaying.

 

[Imyours]

Chapter 1​

Pankhudi's peaceful life was rudely disrupted since the dark shadow of a mysterious stalker started hovering over her. He crept into her life insidiously, she never realized until she was too deep into this terror trap. He threatened to destroy everything she was as a person like some slow poison. Incessant fear overshadowed her mind all the time. She was tormented by fear that kept her on the edge, fear that made her notice even the smallest things, like tiny movements in the shadows and slightest of noises; fear that drained her energy, that she couldn't do anything about.


She was never herself since she realized she was being watched all the time. She sat nervously on the couch curled into a ball like a wounded animal as she was talking to her roommate Nisha. Her voice was barely audible as she spoke, "I don't know who he is and what he wants."


"Why didn't you tell me before?" Nisha argued.


"I don't know if you can help me, I don't know if anyone can help me." she said as tears of helplessness rolled out of her eyes.


"Did he hurt or threaten you?" Nisha asked.


"No!" Pankhudi cried, "He doesn't do anything. He just stalks me, watches me all the time." She said this as he handed over an envelope to Nisha.


Nisha found various photographs of Pankhudi in the envelope, taken at various places, all taken without her notice.


"This is what he does all the time" Pankhudi said, "Some of these were handed over to me by random people, and some were sent by post to this address, and there are some more he emailed to me."


"It seems he knows a lot about you" Nisha said in a worried tone.


"I think he knows everything about me! First these photographs, then I started getting calls at my office, then on my mobile phone. At first they were just blank calls, later he started speaking. And believe me, our conversations are not sweet." Pankhudi cried.


"Did you ever see him?" Nisha asked.


"No, not yet" Pankhudi sighed, "But I recognize his voice, it is deep and clear as anything. He has called me several times. Each time a different number or a private number."


"This is frightening. I think we should report to the police." Nisha suggested.


Pankhudi said nothing. She just closed her eyes tightly took a deep breath and handed over another envelope to Nisha. This envelope contained her pictures, taken from the window of her own apartment. Pankhudi was changing her clothes and perhaps a portion of the curtain was left open. Unlike most of those skinny girls, Pankhudi's weight was on the heavier side, she had a beautiful womanly curvy body. The photographs were taken from such a sensual angle that captured the best of each and every curve of her voluptuous body. An admirer of erotic art would appreciate the artistic angle of photography that captured her lovely cleavage of her curvaceous breasts as she slipped down her top and unhooked her bra. There was another one taken from behind that showed her lovely brown legs as she removed her jeans and managed to get a sneak peek at her ass crack showing though her slightly lowered panty. For someone who admired this wheatish complexioned maiden, she might have well looked like a goddess of sensuality as her beautiful long raven hair hanged down her shoulders flanking her naked breasts, with such a subtle expression of purity adorned on her face. Pankhudi was a doe-eyed beauty. Her face was so expressive, it virtually told her story. Her eyes were sad yet so full of innocence. Whatever was visible of her skin in the photographs, looked like smooth satin that would tempt anyone to want to touch and find out what it really feels like.


But Pankhudi was no admirer of her nude pictures taken without her notice and consent, neither was Nisha. Those pictures sent a chill down Nisha's spine as she realized she too was within the reach of this tormentor. She was upset more than angry.


"How the hell did he manage to click these?" Nisha said nervously as beads of sweat emerged on her forehead, "He could have my pictures too!"


"It is possible" Pankhudi said, "But he is not bothering you, is he? He didn't send you your pictures, did he?"


"Pankh this is serious! We have a man stalking you all the time and lurking around our house and you still think we shouldn't be going to the police. Don't you realize he is just as much a threat to me as much he is to you?"


"Please" Pankhudi begged, "I know this is disturbing, but please let it be. I am afraid I am not strong enough to deal with the consequences." She paused for a while and then broke down crying uncontrollably. "I don't know..." she said, "I don't know why he is doing this to me! I don't know what he wants...I've begged him to tell me several times but..."


"What does he say?" Nisha asked out of irrepressible anxiety.


"He says he is getting that he wants" Pankhudi said amongst her tears.


There was silence after that. Nisha hugged Pankhudi as now they both were equally apprehensive.


"As of now" Pankhudi said, "I will stop answering calls from unknown numbers. Let's hope this passes away like a nightmare."


Pankhudi stayed away from her family and she was introvert by nature. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that she had so much to deal with alone. She could barely find time or energy to socialize. Normally a 24 year old beautiful girl like her would have a boyfriend or even be married. But Pankhudi never found the kind of man she was looking for. She wanted a strong and mature man, who would understand and support her but at the same time respect her for being an independent person. And she wasn't interested in casual flings. There were far more important and serious things in her life that she had to handle.


After the tense conversation, both the girls hit the sheets to get some sleep. But Pankhudi could barely sleep. Her body was tired from the day's work but her mind was still so restless. Still she closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. The night grew darker and perhaps it was the cool breeze or the calming silence; for the first time in many nights, she slept. We lose track of time when we sleep, so it was hard for her to tell exactly when, but she heard a creaking noise. Moments later, she felt a hand moving through her beautiful dark hair spread over the pillow like a dark cloud and then brushing across her skin. She could feel from the touch that it was a male hand. Her eyes shot open. She almost froze in fear to see a man sitting next to her bed, she could barely even scream. It was so dark in the room, she couldn't even see him properly, but his presence so close to her made her tremble.


"How are you, cupcake?" He said.


Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice of her stalker. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but fear paralysed her. Tears of helplessness filled her eyes. The man seemed delighted to see a quivering doe lying so helpless before him. There was a devilish smile across his face as he pressed a pillow against her face and began to smother her. Pankhudi could only put up a weak struggle for her life; fear had debilitated her to such extent. With every passing second, she was one step closer to death.


As she was so close to what could be her last breath, she struggled with whatever was left of her strength. And then suddenly, the smothering force was gone, the pillow was gone, the man was gone. She sat up in her bed trembling, all drenched in her own sweat, and breathless. She realized this was only a nightmare.


Pankhudi was an asthmatic. She was having an attack; she fumbled around the room to reach the drawer where she had kept her inhaler. Her fumbling and her wheezing made enough noise to wake her roommate.


"Oh my God, Pankh! Are you alright?" She asked as she hurried to support a breathless Pankhudi.


"Yes" said Pankhudi still gasping, "I just had a bad dream"


Nisha helped her get back to the bed. She was concerned about Pankhudi; after all she was like a sister to her. Nisha was one of Pankhudi's closest friends.


"Please take care of yourself" said Nisha as she hugged Pankhudi and kissed her forehead, "And if there's anything I can do for you, I am always there. You know that, don't you?"


"I do" said Pankhudi, as she was now feeling calm after Nisha comforted her. But she could barely shake off the fear that haunted her all the time.


She slept the night away somehow. Next day the rays of the morning sun came in through her window and awoke as with their kiss. She looked out of the window, a beautiful day welcomed her.


She got ready for her work. As she stepped out on the street, she could see a busy city around her, everyone going about their business. There were so many people around her, she saw some smiling faces, heard some laughter, some people in a hurry, some others quarrelling, the road traffic with continuous honking of horns, children playing, hawkers hawking...there was so much happening around. She took interest in her ordinary surroundings, hoping that it will help calm the storm inside her head.


She didn't really have any close friends at work; she used to keep to herself most of the times. But her colleagues used to like her because she was a sweet girl and never really created any problems. But that had changed due the recent events in her life. She had become a bundle of nerves since she was being stalked. She was running scared of her own shadow, and her rising anxiety was affecting her work life as well. She had been cranky, irritable and had been getting into fights lately.


The day was uneventful. But she'd jump every time her phone rang. She didn't receive any call from any unknown number that day, but her anxiety compelled her to keep checking if she had missed any.


After she was done with her job, she had some time free before her college. She usually would go home after work, but today she didn't feel like. There was a park near her office. She walked in, the beautiful plants, flowers and the laughter of children playing there was soothing her mind. She bought herself a cotton candy, and sat on a bench near a fountain. The wind sprinkled the fountain mist on her. The evening sunlight was spread like a golden robe all around her.


The smell of the cotton candy she was holding brought back beautiful memories of her younger days - how she was a part of a family, with her parents and younger sister; she yearned for those days when everything was so sheltered and protected. Pankhudi hailed form a small town. Her father died of an incurable illness. She was not very fond of her father, but after his death, her family suffered a serious setback as he was the only earning member of their family. There was a loan to repay, and resources were so meagre. Her mother was uneducated; she started working as a housemaid and could barely make both ends meet. Still her mother loved both her daughters and provided them the best she could. But as fate would have it, her mother had an accident that injured her spine and left her paralysed below the waist. Pankhudi now had to take responsibility of her family.


It was the poverty of her family that compelled her to migrate to Mumbai in search of employment to support her family. Pankhudi worked as a receptionist in a construction company and also pursed her education. She studied commerce and dreamed to become a charted accountant someday. She was a hardworking girl, the sole bread-winner of her family, but she was insecure and vulnerable as she faced the world alone.


She wished she could have a loving man in her life in whose arms she could rest, a shoulder on which she could cry. But there are always things that we want, but have to live without.


She was lost in her thoughts when suddenly she was startled as she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She looked around, there was no one! Fear griped her mind again. She was sure she felt something, but there was no explanation to it. It pained her to realize how jumpy she had become, to be startled at absolutely nothing in broad daylight.


She somehow gathered herself and left the park. She was pursuing a post graduate diploma in an evening college. That day she attended her classes, but she could barely concentrate in class. Her perennial anxiety wouldn't let her think about anything other than baseless anticipation of harm that might come her way.


She reached home at night. Nisha was already waiting for her. Both the girls were having dinner together. Pankhudi was not even looking at Nisha. She was lost in her own thoughts.


"So" Nisha asked interrupting Pankhudi's thoughts, "How was your day?"


"Good" Pankhudi said as she tried to smile.


Nisha was worried about Pankhudi since she came to know about what she was going through. After dinner, both the girls slipped into their bed. Nisha held Pankhudi in her arms and said fondling her hair, "Don't worry, everything is going to be ok."


"Thanks so much Nisha" Pankhudi said in a sad yet sincere tone, "I don't know what I would have done without you."


"Try and sleep Pankh" Nisha said, "I can't bear to see you in this condition."


Pankhudi nodded and turned around to switch off the lights. She noticed the glow on the screen of her mobile phone. She picked it up and her expression changed instantly. Her hand trembled as she held the phone; the message on the screen read - 1 missed call - private number.


She didn't say anything to Nisha. She just put the phone aside. She was firm on her decision.


A few days went by. They were all uneventful, except that she continued to get calls from a private number. She just did not answer them. She was beginning to feel strong now. Nisha was happy that Pankhudi was slowly recovering from whatever was tormenting her.


Her stalker kept calling her without getting a response from her for a few days. And then he suddenly became silent. Normally one would take it as a positive sign, but Pankhudi's sixth sense was telling her otherwise. If he is not calling, perhaps is busy planning a more ominous move. She ironically became more apprehensive because of his inactivity.


Pankhudi was being more alert than usual because she was anticipating a sudden move from her stalker. Sometimes she would freak out seeing her own shadow or reflection in the mirror. And then one day she managed to catch a glimpse of something that could have been him. She was having dinner with Nisha when she saw a silhouette at her window. She screamed seeing it.


"Nisha! He is right there...he is watching us!" she said screaming.


Nisha immediately left the dining table and ran towards the window. But there was no one.


She went to Pankhudi, put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Relax dear, no one is here!"


"But I saw something I am sure!" said Pankhudi still trembling.


"Pankh, it is over now. Just relax!" said Nisha comforting her, "He even stopped calling you. He'll never come back now."


"I don't know Nisha," Pankhudi said, "I am feeling scared."


"Just relax sweetie," Nisha said, "Have dinner and go to sleep. Everything is going to be ok. I've been invited to a party tomorrow. Maybe you should come along. You need some fresh air."


Pankhudi believed Nisha for a while. She tried to convince herself that perhaps Nisha was right. She tried to believe that her life was going to be ok again. Nisha took Pankhudi along to the party. They had a great time there...it was so much relief for Pankhudi after having gone through such stressful times. She was enjoying the few happy moments of her life.


After the party, the girls returned home. Pankhudi reached into her purse to find the key of their apartment. She withdrew her hand with a scream as she felt intense pain. She noticed a sting mark on her hand. She was in tremendous pain, she was feeling dizzy and for a moment thought she was going to faint.


Nisha quickly opened the door with her key and took her in. She made Pankhudi sit down and switched on the lights and looked carefully in her purse to find out where that sting came from. She found a live scorpion in it. She screamed seeing it.


The phone rang. Pankhudi answered it.


"Did you like my little gift, sunshine?" the voice over the phone said.


Pankhudi panicked as she recognized the voice. She shouted on the phone, "Stop it for God sake! Oh...What do you want...why are you doing this to me?"


"You stopped taking my calls sugar, so I had to give you a wakeup call. This was just to remind you. It's not over." the voice said coldly.


Pankhudi was already in so much pain. She started crying. Nisha understood it was him. She violently snatched the phone from her hand and said to him, "Look you son of a bitch, leave Pankh alone! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"


"Stay out of this if you love your life." he said in a voice clear and cold.


"You think this bullshit is going to scare me? You are a loser and coward, and I am pretty sure you don't have the balls to show your face in broad daylight."


"That you shall find out soon." he said in a threatening tone and hung up. Nisha too put the phone aside.


She then picked up that scorpion with a pair of tongs, took it to the balcony and crushed it. She then went to comfort Pankhudi. She took her to a local doctor who gave some medicines to reduce her pain.


Pankhudi had to rest the next day. She had developed fever due to the scorpion sting. The wound was still very painful. Every time she felt the pain, it made her think of him. It made her realize how much of an intricate watch he kept over her.


Nisha too was disturbed because of the recent events. But unlike Pankhudi, Nisha was from a well off family. She was in Mumbai only to pursue her education. She had good financial and social support from her family. She never had to face any hardships in life like Pankhudi. Besides she had learned martial arts in school. She was capable of defending herself; that made her a more confident woman. She really cared for Pankhudi, she understood her, and really wanted to help her. But she still couldn't get why Pankhudi chose to suffer rather than asking for help.


Nisha was however unaware that her interference had angered this mysterious stalker and now he had become a real threat to her as well. One morning as usual she went to college. But there was something unusual waiting for her in her locker. She found an envelope with her name written in bold on it. She opened the envelope and read the note that was place inside it.


It read -


You think you are one hell of a fighter, don't you? Don't play with fire. Stay out of business you don't understand.


With an expression of disgust on her face she tore the note away. In the evening she told Pankhudi about it.


"If he wants you to stay away...please stay away Nisha", Pankhudi said.


"I am not a coward" Nisha argued, "to desert a friend when she is facing a problem."


"It is more complicated than you know Nisha, I am grateful for your support...but please don't get yourself too deep into this" Pankhudi said.


"What do you mean by more complicated?" Nisha asked angrily, "What are you not telling me?"


"I am sorry, I can't tell you." Pankhudi begged with tearful eyes, "Please stay away Nisha and please don't tell anyone...please..."


When Pankhudi began to cry, Nisha didn't ask her much. She hugged her and said, "How can I help you if you keep me in the dark? Still I respect your wish. But if you ever want to tell me something, you know I would listen, right?"


Pankhudi nodded.


After that day there wasn't much conversation between the two. Pankhudi kept to herself most of the time. She struggled with her fear all by herself.


The morbid fear took its toll on every aspect of her life. She was performing poorly at her workplace, she failed in her exams. It was like her world was falling apart.


On one apparently normal day, Pankhudi was seated at the reception table. She received a call from her boss, who summoned her to his cabin on the top floor.


She had to take the elevator. She was a claustrophobic; she was never very fond of elevators. But she had no choice here, coz she couldn't climb all the stairs up to the top floor. She controlled her anxiety somehow and entered the elevator. It stopped at many floors and more and more people kept stepping in. She had to move towards the rear end of the elevator. And then suddenly there was a power cut. The lift stopped and it was all dark.


Pankhudi panicked already. She was afraid of closed spaces and now she was in a dark closed space. Even after a few minutes the elevator wouldn't move. Now people began to lose patience and there was chaos. The dark elevator had become so noisy already as everyone got so impatient. And to her horror, she felt a strong male hand wrap around her face and another hand push her against the wall of the elevator. The man pinned her against the wall, and his other hand pressed hard against her mouth and nose preventing her from screaming or even breathing. She struggled in his grip but her attempts were too feeble. And since there was so much commotion in the lift already, no one could sense her struggle.


"Easy...easy, cupcake." He whispered in her ear.


She freaked out even more when she recognised the voice. She had only heard his voice till now. Now he was actually there in person. Her worst fear had come true. It was too dark, she couldn't see anything, but she did get a good idea about his strength. He started moving his hand over her body getting a good feel of her curves. She was wearing a lovely salwar suit. He roughly pulled her dupatta away. She could do nothing but whimper in his grip as he moved his hand to her front and squeezed her boobs hard. He got a blissful feeling of warmth as he continued squeezing her soft mounds. Then he moved his hand lower, between her legs. She brought then closer instantly to deny him access.


"Open up." he ordered as he sharply pinched her ass as a punishment for rebellion.


Pankhudi was struggling for breath. It was like he held her life in his hands. She obeyed, and he rewarded her by shifting his grip away from her nostrils enough to allow her to breathe. He stroked her thighs with his other hand and then felt her pussy through her salwar. He continued rubbing hard for some time. Then he moved his hand to her firm ass and groped it roughly. She whimpered as she felt him try to insinuate his fingers in her ass crack. He continued feeling her body over and over again. And then he suddenly let go of her.


Pankhudi was too flustered to even react. She couldn't tell who among all the people in the lift the person who just molested her was. She just stood there in the corner, stunned from the unexpected attack.


The power was restored in some time. There were so many men in the elevator; she looked at all of them in horror. Any one of them could be her stalker, but she was in no position to point out to anyone. She hurriedly picked up her dupatta lying on the floor and covered herself. It took a long time for her to recover from this shock. Her fear reached a new level when she realized that she was not safe even in her office.


When she returned home, she didn't tell Nisha about it. She was losing her mind, and everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. She was too disturbed to even want to talk about her ordeal to anyone.

Nice update. . U r daraing me.

 

[Indian Princess]

Nice update. . U r daraing me.

The whole story is quite intense

 

[Indian Princess]

Pankhudi woke up next morning and found herself in his arms. He was awake and smiled at her. He had woken up early next morning. He was an early riser and he could barely sleep in that uncomfortable position.


"Good morning cupcake," he said with a brief kiss on her lips. Even with her messed up hair and a drool spot on one side of her lips, she looked beautiful to him. He lovingly ran his finger through her hair.


"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.


Pankhudi smiled and nodded.


"Can you walk?" he asked her as he got up and tried to help her.


Pankhudi tried to stand on her feet but her feet were swollen by now, she winced and fell to her knees. She looked up at his with sad eyes.


He lifted her in his arms and said, "Don't worry, I'll carry you."


There was a pond nearby. He carried her to the pond and made her sit down. He plucked a broad leaf from a plant growing nearby and rolled it up to make a cup of out of it and filled it with water for her. She smiled as she took the leaf cup from his hand and drank water to her heart's content.


"Can we eat those?" she said pointing at some berries growing nearby, "I am hungry."


"I am not sure" he said, "They could be poisonous. It's better to be hungry and healthy than ill."


Both of them drank as much water as they could. She crawled nearer to the pond and splashed some water on her face. He untied the piece of cloth he had tied on her feet and immersed her feet into the cool water of the lake and washed off all the mud. He wanted to make sure that her wound was clean. He then carried her on one shoulder as they began to find their way back to the road. When they began backtracking their steps, he picked up the charred pieces of wood from the fire had had lit last night and began to mark the trees on the way, just to make sure they had a retreat point in case they get lost. It was a thick tropical forest; it was very difficult for them to find a way out. They tried to remember which way they came, but in vain. After a few hours, he put her down and sat down to take some rest. They were hungry and it was very difficult for him to carry her all the way. The weather was warm and he was covered in sweat due to the effort needed to carry her.


Pankhudi crawled to him and hugged him and said, "Thank you.” Her doe eyes made her look very innocent and sweet.


He said nothing, but just smiled weakly and hugged her. Just then, he noticed a monkey eating a fruit on from a nearby tree. "I think those fruits might be edible, let me try to get them" He climbed the tree and plucked as many as he could of those fruits. He brought them to her. "Have as many as you wish," he said with a smile.


"What about you?" she asked.


"I'll get more for myself later," he said as he watched her eat, she was so hungry she used both her hands to stuff those fruits into her mouth. He smiled at her. He went back to the tree after some time to get more fruits, but he could reach only a few. He chose to conserve them for later. He filled those in his pockets.


"You haven't eaten," she said.


"I am not hungry" he said as with a smile, he swept her feet off ground and continued on his way.


"We are moving about in circles! It looks like we are officially lost now." he said as he recognized one of the marks he had left on a tree. That had been to this place before. He put her down and sat down next to her. It was past noon. His shoulders were paining badly due to carrying her for too long. If he was alone, he could have moved much faster, but leaving her alone would mean putting her in danger as she was unable to walk. She could be an easy prey to some wild animal. He had to take her along to ensure her well-being.


"I'll try to walk," she said as she sensed his pain.


"You feet are in no position to carry your weight," he said.


"It's ok, I am fine," she said as she stood up on her wounded feet.


He saw her trying to hide the pain on her face. But the pain in his shoulders was too much to carry her any longer. They had to keep moving though, because they never informed anyone of their location and no one would come to rescue them otherwise.


"Put on my shoes Pankh," she said as he took them off. Although his sneakers were obviously of a larger size than hers, he pulled the lace tightly enough for them to hold on to her feet as she walked. Pankhudi was relatively comfortable and was able to walk at a reasonable speed. Tears of gratitude filled her eyes as her held her hand and walked barefoot next to her leading the way. Every time a thorn or a sharp stone pricked his feet, he just pulled it out and kept moving. The pain didn't seem to slow him down one bit.


The markings he put on the trees helped warned him every time he was about to choose the wrong path. He was determined to find a way out. They walked with all the energy they had; it was a matter of survival for them.


The sun set and it was about to get dark soon. He decided to camp under a tree. He thanked his stars that her had found the lighter in his pocket last night. Without fire, it would have been very difficult for them to survive. As the darkness grew, he lit the fire and took out the fruits he had plucked earlier and he held them out towards her.


Pankhudi was hungry, but she knew he hadn't eaten at all. She picked up a fruit and brought it to his lips.


“Please…you haven’t eaten all day,” she said sweetly.


“I’m not hungry Pankh,” he said smiling at her, “Come here, sit on my lap”


Pankhudi crawled onto his lap. It was a very romantic feeling for her. She had never been so close to a man before.


“Don’t lie” she said softly, “How can you not be hungry?”


He didn’t reply. He just smiled at her. He rested his back against a tree and watched her reluctantly eat all the fruits. Pankhudi rested her head on his bare shoulder and began to move her hand gently across his bare chest.


In a forest, nights are always frightening. With the howling of the wild animals and the creepy crawlies, poisonous serpents and insects around, with barely anything to eat, they were in great danger. But she wasn't feeling scared at all. As long as he held her in his arms, she felt safe.


"Are your feet hurting? she asked out of concern.


"I am ok, Pankh. Thanks for asking" he said.


"Can we talk for a while?" She spoke in her sweet voice as she touched his face gently.


"What do you wanna talk about?" he asked.


"We could talk about you...tell me something about yourself.."


"There is nothing to talk about me."


"Of course there is...I want to know about you, your name at least..."


"You'll know when I choose to tell you...not now."


"Why not?" she asked. He just stared at her. She kissed his cheek and continued in a soft tone, "I don't know what all this means to you, but I gave you my virginity...It was my most precious thing, you are the first and only man I have been intimate with...my body still bears your scent...you very special for me...am I not special for you? Am I not worthy enough to at least know your name?"


He didn't reply. She moved her hands across his body and felt some old scars. She had noticed them during the day, but she didn't dare to ask earlier. Now that he was holding her so close, she touched him asked him softly, "What happened to you?"


"I am tired Pankh" he said and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I want to sleep. Good Night."


He just held her tighter bringing her closer to him but didn't speak a word. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn't asleep. He just didn't want to talk. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Perhaps she wouldn't get a chance to sleep in his arms like his arms again, she wanted to revel in every bit of this beautiful moment.


Next morning, they continued their journey. With growing hunger and fatigue, it was getting very difficult for them to keep moving, but they had to anyway. Finally, they found their way back to the road. He asked her to stay out of sight while he tried to see if some vehicle would stop by for help. A car stopped by. He just requested a phone call and gave his location to his trusted men and asked them to come receive them.


After a while a car came to receive them. He got into the back seat with Pankhudi and comforted her. The driver offered them some food and drink. Pankhudi eagerly ate the chips. Her Master was smiling at her as he loved to watch her eat. She looked like an innocent child. He offered her water and she drank it. The water tasted funny, but she didn't complain, but her eyelids became heavy soon and she fell into a deep sleep.


When she woke up, she found herself in a room. She was wearing beautiful black lingerie. Her head was heavy, and she felt a metal collar around her neck. It had a locking mechanism; she couldn't remove it even if she tried to. The room was very dark, except for one candle burning on a table near the bed. She felt fresh, like someone had given her a bath while she was sedated. Her skin and hair had a mild fragrance. The wounds on her feet had almost healed. They weren't hurting anymore. She got up from the bed and tried to explore the room. It was very dark, and the door was locked.


She tried banging at the door, calling out loud hoping for someone to hear her, but there was no response. There was dead silence and nothing else.


A long time passed since she had woken up. Even the candle died out. It was completely dark now. She banged the door repeated for someone to hear her, but no one did. She wanted to know where she was. When he asked her to move in with him, she expected to live him in his house, and not in a dark room like this where she would be just locked up and neglected for heaven knows how long. She was losing track of time, there was nothing in that room she could engage her mind with. Strange thoughts began to cloud her mind, horrible thoughts, regret, fear, doubt...she was feeling every possible negative emotion. When her thoughts tired her, she fell asleep. And woke up after a while, to nothingness, loneliness, darkness and disturbing thoughts. Where was she? Would she be left there to die? Is this even real or a long nightmare?


She tried to recollect those beautiful moments they spent together. How he took so much care of her, carried her on his shoulders for several hours, starved himself so that she could eat. Those memories were very beautiful for her. Perhaps she was falling in love with him, but where was he? She thought that he cared about her, but where did he go now? How could he leave her alone like this? Her thoughts were troubling her again. Then she fell asleep again. Then she woke up, again the same. The darkness and the loneliness and the fear.


A lot of time passed by, her solitary confinement began to get unbearable and she began pounding the door again screaming at the top of her voice. "Please...is someone there? Please let me out..." she screamed and began to cry. When her call was still not answered, she sat down on the floor near the door in utter despair. She thought she had been left there to die. Suddenly she heard some footsteps, and then she saw the door knob turn and her Master enter. He had a cane in his hand.


The mental anguish she had been though for so much time made her forget everything else. It was so dark, she wasn't even sure it was him. But she just hugged him tightly.


"I thought you left me here to die," she said as she cried on his shoulder.


"I left you here to suffer," he said as he dragged her to the bed and got on top of her and began nibbling her neck.


She resisted him. "Please," she said, "Talk to me, hold me...I'll go mad..I'll die...please...hug me...love me.." she gasped.


He got up and said in a stern voice, "Let me make it very clear Pankhudi, this is not romantic, not even close. And now I'll talk and you listen without opening that hole in your face. This is how it is going to be henceforth."



He just sat down on a chair and asked her to stand before him. He was sitting comfortably relishing the sight of his prey quivering with vulnerability. He carried a remote with him. He pressed a button on it and suddenly the dark room was brightly lit. The bright light blinded Pankhudi for a moment. When her vision recovered, she suddenly realized that she was standing in front of him in just lingerie. She suddenly became very conscious.


"Alright strip" he said.


Pankhudi wished it was still dark. Although he had seen her naked before, she was feeling very shy to strip with his scorching gaze fixed on her sexy body. She was afraid to disobey so began to take off the lingerie with shaking hands. He watched her strip herself with trembling hands. She unhooked the bra and began sliding it off her shoulders very slowly.


"Stop." he said calmly as she unhooked the bra, "You don't have to remove it. Let it remain that way, now slip that panty down, just a bit. I don't want that sexy lingerie completely off just yet"


She did as she was told. She found it even more humiliating to stand with an unhooked bra that both covered and revealed her breasts and lowered panty that showed off her ass crack and a little bit of her shaved pussy lips and a glimpse of the valley between them.


"Kneel before me" ordered.


Pankhudi struggled to maintain the position. She was finding it difficult as well as painful to have her entire weight on her knees as they pressed against the hard ground.


"Now listen to me carefully - The only way to survive this is to trust me." he said. "From now onwards, I control everything that happens to you." He continued, "You will not speak until spoken to. And don't dare to question me, ever."


He saw her tremble as he said that. He acknowledged that it was the feeling of being controlled that was overwhelming her at that moment.


"You are not allowed to touch me or yourself without my permission. Your body is meant for my pleasure, not for yours." he said sternly.


He touched the cane to her skin, and gently stroked her skin. She shuddered with anticipation. He lifted it and gave her a sharp blow over her arm. She felt the sting of the cane and shrieked.


"Are the instructions clear?" he asked.


Pankhudi was feeling very sad. He had been very nice to her a while ago, and now she was here kneeling before him. She wasn't even allowed to touch him without his permission. "But why" she protested again, "why does it have to be this way? Why can't we love each other...It was so beautiful...when we were together in the forest, hugging and holding each other, you were taking care of me...you are such a fine man...it felt so good holding you...touching you, why can't we just love each other?" she crawled towards him and touched his face lovingly.


"I think I need to clear up some misunderstandings," he said with a devilish smile and he walked towards a drawer. He opened the locked drawer with a key and removed a sinister device. "The sooner you learn your place…" he said pulling her to her feet by grabbing her hair, "the easier this is going to be on you." He pushed her against the wall face first. He then pulled her arm and twisted it in his firm grip behind her back. She felt the nail of her little finger being grabbed by the metal device. She screamed as he began to pull out her nail with the pliers. Blood oozed out of the fresh wound as the nail began to separate from the finger revealing the raw flesh beneath. She could do nothing but helplessly scream and squirm in his grip. He let go of her when the nail was completely separated.


She fell to the ground writhing in unbearable pain. He placed his foot on her neck and side of her face and pressed hard enough for the sole of his shoe to leave an imprint on her tender skin. "Was that enough for you or do you want more?" he asked. She was groaning in pain and crying loudly.


"Listen bitch! I own you, and I am going to use you for my pleasure, and you knew this. Now you don't have any choice but to take all that I am going to put you through as long as I want to." he said as he picked up the cane from the table and gave her a couple of hard blows on her ass. Her whole body jerked in pain, but his foot pinned her head to the floor so she couldn't move away.


He walked back to the chair and sat down comfortably. He just sat there for some time enjoying her plight, watching her writhing in pain delighted him. She was lying on the floor, groaning in pain, with her hair spread over the floor like a dark cloud. It's colour matched perfectly with the sexy lingerie that was only pretending to cover her. He smiled to see the show that was put up for him as he had forced her to deliberately manipulate the lingerie such that it allowed her boobs and ass to spill right out it. The pain, humiliation and absolute lack of control over her fate aroused her masochistic mind. She began to feel her juices lubricating her freshly shaved pussy lips.


"Come here" he ordered. Pankhudi was still in a lot of pain. But she didn't dare to disobey him. She crawled towards him like a bird with a broken wing. He gently held her bleeding hand in his palms. Pankhudi was trembling with fear. He took out a first aid kit from a drawer, and began to clean and dress her would with surgical skill and accuracy. He sprayed a surface anesthetic on the wound to reduce the pain. Pankhudi thanked her fate that he Master had not given up all of his kindness at once. He finished the dressing by securing the gauze with a medical tape.


"That should be fine for now" he said attaching a leash to the D ring of her collar and pulling her by the leash, "Now show me how good a cock-sucking slut you are."


Being pulled by a leash attached to a collar around her neck made her feel degraded. But he had her completely under control so she couldn't protest.


"Now don't sit there like a dumb statue, take my cock out and start sucking. And mind you, I'll fuck your ass dry if I feel any teeth" He shouted at her. She had never heard him shout at her like that. She began to sweat and tremble. She looked so innocent that it made him calm down. He wanted to degrade her systematically.


"Do one thing" he said as he changed his mind, "Suck on my finger first..."


He offered her his index finger. She opened her lips and slowly took it in. She licked it till all of it was coated with her saliva. She began to suck, first slowly then harder, and soon she was sucking the entire length of his finger with all her strength. She didn't intend to, but he began to feel her teeth.


"Go easy..." he said softly.


He introduced another finger into her mouth. She accepted it too like an obedient submissive. He began to probe her mouth with his fingers. He rubbed his fingers on her tongue and the insides of her cheek enjoying the soft warmth. His eyes were fixed on her face as he watched her trying her best to please him concentrating on what she was doing with closed eyes. Then he added another finger, and now her little mouth was practically full. He moved his fingers in an out of her mouth, like fucking her mouth with them. He kept tugging on the leash intermittently to tease her; to remind her, her place. Pankhudi slowly began to melt. She began to enjoy the feel of his fingers in her mouth. The fact the he could violate her as and when he'd feel like and that she could do nothing to stop him; that powerless feeling was turning her on.


Her moment of pleasure was interrupted by a loud scream of a woman that seemed to come from the adjacent room. It was a bloodcurdling scream, and Pankhudi could sense that the woman was in terrible agony. The screams were relentless. Her Master seemed to get annoyed by the screams as was seen by the expression on his face. He got up and walked out of the room without saying a word.


She was drenched in her own sweat out of compelling anxiety. She could barely imagine what horrible tortures were being inflicted on that woman who was screaming. She was petrified thinking that she could be subjected to something so horrible in the near future.


Suddenly the screams stopped. The time required for the screams to stop must be just the time required for her Master to walk up to that room. She was convincing herself that perhaps her Master stopped the torture. She was expecting him to return to her now. She got back on her knees in just the position she was instructed to. Her lingerie was still hanging from her body. But he was taking much longer than expected.


She looked around the room. Earlier when she stepped into the room, she could barely look around as it was dark and his compelling presence had all her attention. Now that she was alone, she could feel the sensuality of the ambience. The room had purple curtains, with walls painted with a lighter colour, which gave a classy look to the room. The furniture was exquisite; the natural browns of the wooden furniture were beautifully complimenting the golden yellow light pouring from the magnificent lamps. One was the door through which her Master exited the room. There was another one, perhaps it led to the bathroom. The floor was made up of white marble and it had streaks of her own blood that had been shed as her punishment.


Suddenly she heard the door knob turn and her Master entered. She lowered her gaze instantly. She didn't look at his face but by the way he stormed into the room, it was evident that he was angry. But seeing her kneel in a submissive position made him calm down a bit.


He grabbed the leash and pulled roughly and dragged her along as he walked towards the chair. There was something about her innocent expression that calmed him down.


"I made sure there won't be any more disturbances" he said in a voice cold enough to send a chill down her spine. She was lost in thought for a moment, thinking what he must have actually done.


He snapped his fingers to bring her out of her thoughts. "Let's get back to business, start sucking" he said and he guided her hand to his crotch making her feel his hardness thought his pants.


"Who was she? What's happening here? I am.." a terrified Pankhudi spoke.


She got a hard slap on her face before she could complete her sentence. He pinched her nipple hard and said, "What did I tell you, earlier?"


"I am sorry," as she suddenly recollected his order.


She began to carry out his order with trembling hands. Her little finger whose nail had been just removed was still hurting and was beginning to swell a bit. Her clumsy naive attempts to unbuckle his belt made him smile. She unzipped his pant, and the bulge of his erection became even more evident. He guided her hand into his briefs, and she tried to withdraw her hand as soon as she touched his cock as she felt very embarrassed. But he held her hand it place. She felt his pubic hair, and his rock hard member eager to spring out of his briefs. He guided her other hand to pull down his briefs. And soon his erect tool was out, and she knew she was going to be invaded soon.


"Hold it" he said looking at her, "And feel it nicely."


She moved her fingers over it. This felt like the first time she was holding a penis in her hands. Last time she was too ashamed of being naked in public to fully appreciate the invasion. Her fingers were holding it only lightly and the delicate touch was tickling him. He smiled at her innocence. He let her explore his cock for some time, and then suddenly grabbed her hair to gain control of her head and rammed his cock ruthlessly into her mouth. She was shocked at this sudden invasion.


"Relax cupcake" he said, "Start sucking the way you were sucking my fingers."


Pankhudi slowly adjusted to the thick cock invading her mouth and began sucking it quietly with her eyes closed. Her knees were already hurting because they were not used to bearing her weight. He moved her head back and forth over his cock slowly. She continued sucking obediently. She was beginning to enjoy the oral invasion; she was beginning to accept him. She couldn't take all of the length into her mouth at once, she just took the first few inches and held the base of his cock lightly with her tender fingers.


He sat back on his chair and arched his neck backwards resting his head against the chair. He let go of her hair, but held on to the leash. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply enjoying the sensual feeling of invading her mouth once again. He felt victorious to have so much control over this beautiful and entirely untouched maiden.


Pankhudi was doing her best to please her Master. She was having a cock in her mouth for the first time, and its size was quite mouthful for her. She continued sucking gently as she could feel it harden even more between her lips. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His arousal was rising and whatever was left of his humanity was diminishing. He looked at her with a devilish lust in his eyes. He then pressed her head on his cock driving it deeper into her throat. She began to struggle and choke.


"Just take it in bitch!" he said spitefully showing his displeasure towards her struggle.


Pankhudi was tearful by now, she could barely breathe. But she was helpless.


He continued making her take it deep throat for a while. Suddenly he pulled her hair to remove it out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet by the leash.


"Get on the bed on all fours" he ordered.


Pankhudi was highly aroused by now. She got on to the bed in the instructed position. He pushed her head down so that her ass was sticking right up and told her to remain that way. He pulled down her panty up to her knees; he noticed the wetness of her pussy as he did that.


"So" he said teasing her clit with his thumb, "You want my cock badly, don't you?"


"Yes…please…" she replied desperately and she moved her hips sensually in response to the stimulation.


"Well, I am going to take your ass," he said.


Pankhudi got scared hearing that. Her body language clearly showed her apprehension.


"Don't worry" he said stroking her ass, "I am going to be gentle if you do as I say. For now, just stay still while I apply a lubricant."


She felt relatively assured, and maintained her position. She could feel him apply some soft get like lubricant on her anus. He inserted one finger in her virgin ass. It was not very painful, the lubricant allowed it to slide in smoothly. She moaned.


"You like this don't you?" he asked.


"No, please...don't, I am scared..." she said nervously.


He ignore her plea and put in another finger, and he could feel the tightness of her tissues. He was delighted thinking about how it would feel like to have his cock in there. And suddenly rammed his cock ito her pussy, giving her the feeling of double penetration. Pankhudi moaned loudly as his cock entered her desperate pussy. She was on the verge or orgasm, she would cum in just a few strokes, but he plainly withdew both his cock and his fingers and applied some more lubricant before he pressed the tip of his cock on her anus. She shuddered with anticipation of the penetration. But she didn't dare to move. He pushed in slowly grabbing her hips, and she began to feel the pain of invasion. She began to groan and her body made involuntary jerky reflex reactions to oppose the penetration. Her groans and screams became louder as the pain intensified as he cock slid inch by inch into her ass.


"Please!" she begged, "Please stop, I can't take it...it is hurting!"


"Shut the fuck up!" he said as he spanked her ass cheek.


She shuddered with the impact and involuntarily clenched her anal muscles. He loved the wonderful feeling he got as he felt the already tight hole tighten even further. He withdrew an inch and rammed it back into her ass giving a thrust. Then he started slow inward and outwards movement. The invasion was still painful, but the slow movement of his cock in her ass was stimulating her sexually. Her pussy was dripping wet by now.


He continued thrusting in and out of her ass and spanking her intermittently. The spanking left imprint of his fingers on her ass cheeks. He got even more aroused seeing that. As his arousal reached its summit, he grabbed her hips and gave a few final hard thrusts. He shot a load of his cum inside her, she could hear his moans of pleasure.


He withdrew and grabbed her hair. He began to wipe his cock clean with it. Pankhudi could do nothing but take this humiliation. She collapsed on the bed curled into a ball, drowning herself in tears. Her bra was still hanging from her shoulders and her panty down up to her knees. She was feeling so used. He had used her for his pleasure without caring if she had any. Her arousal was making her pussy ache for sex, but she was denied pleasure. She could do nothing but cry in helplessness. He grabbed the leash and locked it into a ring attached to the side of the bed.


"Stay right there till I return" he said, "And don't take of that lingerie yet, let it remain that way"


Pankhudi didn't react. Her energies were totally drained.


"I am going to need more of your tight sexy ass so I will be back soon." he said mischievously, "Perhaps it won't remain that way when I am done."


She shut her eyes tightly in despair as tears escaped the corners of her eyes. He walked out of the room leaving her broken from within. She was in a total mess. Her hair was disheveled, and he had used it like a tissue to clean up his lust. She could smell his cum all the time. Her body covered in her own sweat. The juices of her desperate pussy were flowing out along her thighs, and she could feel the lubricant and his semen deposited in her ass. And most humiliating was being forced to wear that near completely stripped lingerie that make making a mockery of her modesty. She was violated and used, and denied pleasure. He was a tyrannical sadist, his actions proved that.


She felt so broken, she closed her eyes. She fell asleep for a while, for how long she didn't know. She hoped it to all end, like a nightmare. But the nightmare only began when she woke up.


She felt a finger stroking her nipple. The tingle arising out of it woke her. She thought it must be her Master. But her eyes shot open when she realized it wasn't him.


A total stranger was standing before her. Another good looking man, but his manner was not as polished as her Master's. He was staring at her lustfully. She almost screamed but he put his hand on her mouth and told her not to, for her own good. She felt ashamed of her nakedness in from of a stranger.


"Poor girl! Look at you little angel! What has that beast done to you!" he said.


Pankhudi looked at him in confusion.


"You thought you could trust him, didn't you? That's a big mistake. He ain't worth any trust. I work for him so I know him better than you." he said confidently.



Pankhudi still didn't say anything.



"Things are not too bad right now, but they will get worse than you have imagined. You are not the first, not will you be the last. He is a sadist and all he knows to do to women is destroy their lives, dignity and even their perception of self worth. He had reduced several respectable women to nothing but a piece of flesh with holes meant to be used by men to satisfy their lust."


Pankhudi began to tremble. "No! This can't be true!" she protested tearfully, "He is a good man, he cares about me. You are lying!"


"You will soon see enough to believe me. I have an offer to make before it is too late. I can help you escape this place...all you need to do is pay me a little price." He began to stroke her thighs as he said that.


Pankhudi violently jerked his hand off and shouted at him, "Shut up! I don't need your help! I trust my Master. He won't let anything happen to me."


The man laughed and said, "Trust? Is that a joke? What do you know about him? Do you even know his name? He is just fucking with your head. I am beginning to pity you even more now, poor girl. I will come again in a few days, you may have changed you mind by then. And don't tell him about our little conversation, you wouldn't wanna regret losing you last hope."


He walked away leaving Pankhudi to struggle with her uncertainty. She no longer knew whom to trust.

 

[Imyours]

I wrote that poem on that update

Nice one. I will keep this.

 

[Imyours]

Haven't read the next upadte bt i m guessing ormy sixth sense say she is hallucinating about a tormntor and acting hrself.. Will know once read the next few updates..

 

[Indian Princess]

Pankhudi was in doubt for a long time. She didn't even know who this man was. Of course, he said he worked for him, but her instincts were telling her to trust her Master. After all, she couldn't believe a stranger more than her Master.


She was totally disoriented and had lost track of time. She no longer knew the date and time and there was no way she could find out. There was no one who would let her know. She felt totally lost and mind-fucked. She was feeling hungry too. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had her last meal. There was a glass of water placed nearby. She drank water from it and tried to sleep. That was the only way she could relieve her anxiety and hunger. She never realized when she fell asleep.


She felt a kiss on her lips and she opened her eyes to find her Master smiling at her. "Wake up, cupcake" he said.


Pankhudi was barely awake as she felt him grab her wrists and secured them within the cuffs attached to the corners of the bed. He restrained her ankles in a similar way. She was now restrained on the bed in a vulnerable spread eagle position.


"It is time we get rid of this" he said as he cut of her practically useless lingerie that was only handing loosely from her body. She was completely naked before him, restrained and helpless.


He slid a blindfold over her eyes. She felt all the more helpless. Next she felt a cane touching her bare skin. She shuddered. He raised the cane and gave a sharp blow over her left breast. The impact not only made her scream but also left a linear welt.


"You are so beautiful!" he said as he ran his fingers across her face, feeling her dusky skin, brushing past her neck and circling her naked breast. He was monitoring her reactions very carefully. She had a submissive expression on her face, she was still in pain but she was also enjoying his touch. He was expert at what he was doing. He knew exactly how to make his submissive feel both pain and pleasure at the same time. She started moaning faintly. He grabbed her soft breasts in both his hands and stroked her nipples with his thumb. Her faint moans grew louder. He gave her another blow with the cane.


He bent over and kissed her lips. She was drowning in ecstasy, she wanted to hug him, hold him close to her body showing him how badly she wanted him, but her restraints prevented her from doing so. Perhaps, her Master had restrained her to show her that she had no control over anything, that she was merely his toy and he could use her as he feels like. He was skilfully interrupting her pleasure with pain with repeated blows from the cane.


"Your nipples give you much pleasure, cupcake," he whispered softly in her ears, as she moaned when he was gently stroking her nipples.


He continued touching her helpless naked body. He moved his hands across her belly, tracing the curves of her waist. Pankhudi felt wetness gather between her forced apart legs. He could already smell her arousal. He started stroking her thighs upwards. She could feel her sexual desires building, as she moaned louder. He suddenly pinched her nipples, making her writhe in pain.


Then he put a finger between her pussy lips; that made her shudder. She could feel unbearable tension build up in her sex that so badly needed release. He bent over and gave her a passionate kiss, and continued playing with her body. No matter how much pain he caused her, but the absolute lack of control was turning her on. She was totally primed for a blissful hard fuck. She wanted it so badly but was too ashamed to ask for it. He sensed her hesitation and smiled like a devil. Finally, she spoke her mind.


"Please…I need…"


"You need what?" he teased her.


"I need you to…fuck…me…"


"I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, in whichever hole I feel like, do you understand? So mind your place." he said denying her request.


Denial was driving her crazy. Her pussy was so badly aching for an intercourse. But she there was nothing she could do about it.


He freed her from the restrains and pulled her out of the bed by the leash. He dragged her up to the chair, sat down on it and asked her to kneel. He pressed her hands against his crotch. She could feel his erection. "Take it out and suck." he ordered.


Pankhudi was a quick learner. Besides she was fully aroused by now. She hesitated less this time, but she still wasn't totally shameless. She took out his dick and held it gently in her tender fingers. She put her mouth on it and started sucking.


"I want you to take learn to take it deep throat now" he said pressing her head against his dick causing her much discomfort. Her stomach was totally empty so he knew she was not going to throw up. She began to choke, but he had no mercy. Knowing her situation, she continued sucking obediently, till he was on the verge of orgasm.


He pulled her hair to get his dick out of her mouth just before his orgasm, and shot his cum over her face and breasts.


"There!" he said smiling at her tearful cum covered face, "You look much prettier now."


He dragged her by the leash and attached it to the bed. "There's a woman here, her name Dahlia. She will come here in a while, bring you food and bathe you, as prepare your ass for another fuck. Till then, stay right there." he said.


Pankhudi drew her hands and legs closer, and began to cry. He had used her again, and she was still yearning for pleasure. She had been ruthlessly fucked in her every hole, how dirtier could it get? He wanted her to break completely, lose her shame and beg to be fucked like a slut. She knew it, and she knew she was breaking, but could do nothing about it.


Pankhudi has lost a greater part of her shame already. Her arousal was still making her pussy ache. She badly needed to cum. Who would know if she disobeyed her Master? She began to wonder if anyone was really watching. But her need was too great to care even if anyone was. She was tempted to pleasure herself. She gave in to the temptation. She dipped a finger in her dripping wet pussy.


She was so much aroused already, her index finger rubbing over her clit was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was yet to reach climax, she continued touching herself sensually, just the way she used to even before she knew what a man's touch feels like.


She lightly touched her neck and brought her hand down to her breasts, stroking her nipple. Her other hand started stroking the other nipple. She arched her neck and back as she let her body enjoy the blissful feeling she was experiencing. She moved one hand downwards touching the inner side of her thighs stroking them lightly and then touching her already wet and shaved pussy lips. She slipped the finger in between and began to feel her swollen and throbbing clitoris. She rubbed first lightly, then harder and harder. She was unaware how loud her moans were, she was lost in ecstasy, she was hardly aware of anything other than her body and the pleasure that she was experiencing.


She felt the tension rise to a summit. Just before the heavenly release, she let herself fall onto the bed resting her back against the soft satin sheet and spreading her legs wide in ecstasy. Everything around her faded into the background as waves of ecstasy surged through her body and she convulsed in orgasmic bliss.


She opened her eyes after she got her much needed release. She just lay calm on her bed waiting for Dahlia.


After some time, a woman entered her room after knocking the door. Pankhudi was surprised to see her etiquette. She didn't expect someone to treat her with that much respect under captivity. The woman was a middle aged woman, and had a kind expression on her face. She led Pankhudi to the bathroom.


Dahlia prepared a warm water bath for her. She then gave Pankhudi a quick enema and shaved her pussy to make it very smooth again.


Dahlia added some fragrant bath oils to the tub. She asked Pankhudi to lie down in the bathtub. Dahlia had a hand held shower in her hand which she used to soak Pankhudi's hair. She used a fragrant shampoo to wash her hair, and began to scrub the rest of her body clean. Pankhudi was just lying calmly in the tub, enjoying the pampering. The fragrant bath oils coating her skin making it even softer and the lovely aroma was soothing and relaxing her. She didn't think of anything else at the moment.


After the bath, Dahlia offered her a soft towel to dry herself and brought her out of the bathroom. She told her to relax on the bed till she brought her food. The food was amazingly tasty, something she wasn't expecting. Or perhaps it was her hunger that was the best sauce.


Dahlia left her alone to have her food and returned only later to collect the plates. Pankhudi felt really good after the refreshing treatment she was just given. She was naked, but now she was more or less used to it. She had nothing to do other than wait for her Master. At the back of her mind, she as still thinking about the other man who had entered her room before and the warning he gave. That left her mentally disturbed, but there was nothing she could do about it. When no one entered the room for a long time, she fell asleep.


She woke up by a man's touch. It was probably her Master, but she needed to be sure. She could see nothing because she was already blindfolded. She wanted to feel him, but she found herself restrained.


"Relax cupcake" he said. She recognised his voice and calmed down. She sensed something sensual about the ambience - some sort of a gentle fragrance in the room.


She felt him crawl on top of her. She realized he was naked. She got aroused instantly as he was lying on top of her rubbing his body against her, with loving kisses and caresses. He ran his fingers through her freshly washed hair. It had a soft silky feel, and they still had the fragrance of the shampoo. He locked lips with her, and Pankhudi responded more passionately than ever. When their tongues met, she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy, just that it was much stronger now.


She felt him kiss her neck and she was moaning faintly. His hands grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them hard. She felt his tongue on her nipple. She moaned even louder. He was licking her nipples. He was being so loving. No pain, only pleasure, just pure heavenly pleasure! He was actually making love to her this time, just like the first time.


Pankhudi was melting in the heat of her own desires. There was a puddle of her nectar between her pussy lips. No one would tell which fragrance was stronger, the one of the perfumed candles burning nearby or the scent of her arousal. He stroked her curves so sensually; she couldn't help but shudder and moan at his touch. He was highly aroused so see her so responsive. And he seriously was in no mood of hurting her at the moment. He wanted to give her the pleasure she had been craving for.


"You are so beautiful Pankhudi" he whispered in her ears, "You hair, eyes, body...your fragrance, everything about you is simply divine."


Pankhudi had given in to the temptation. When she heard him say that, she surrendered her soul as well. She was restrained in a spread eagle position, she was lying all exposed and vulnerable for him to relish. For the first time, she was enjoying her vulnerability.


Soon she felt the tip of his manhood pressing against the orifice of her pussy. She shamelessly opened her legs wider in anticipation. She wanted him inside very badly.


"Do you want my cock?" he asked.


"Yes..." she replied desperately, struggling with the restraints to show her eagerness.


"Then beg for it." he said calmly.


"Please fuck me! Please fuck me hard!" she said without any shame.


"And why should I fuck you?" he teased her.


"Because I want you...I love you" she said.


He chuckled when he heard the word 'love'. "That, my dear, is a ridiculous reason. Tell me the real reason why you want my cock in your pussy." he said rubbing his hard penis between her pussy lips, making her quiver in desperation.


"I don't know…" she cried, "I just need it! Please!"


"I am neither your husband nor your boyfriend. What kind of a girl begs a random man to fuck her?" he said as he continued teasing her throbbing pussy.


Pankhudi felt humiliated. She knew the answer but didn't want to say. But she couldn't control her desires either.


"You are not going to get what you are begging for until I get my answer" he said.


Pankhudi was struggling with herself now. She wanted to be fucked very badly, but how could she use a degrading word for herself? She was fighting a losing battle as every time she felt his cock pressing her clit, she lost her shame more. What was the big deal about one dirty word? - she thought. Her need was far greater.


"A slut" she replied softly.


"Is that what you are?" he asked playing with her nipple.


"Yes" she said in a barely audible voice.


"I can barely hear you. Say it louder, and complete sentence please." He said.


"I am a slut. Please fuck me!" she begged out of shame.


He suddenly pinched her nipple causing her pain, "When I said I want you to be loud, I mean it. Say that as loudly as you can. I don't care if people outside hear it. There is no need to hide the truth from anyone."


"I am a slut. Please fuck me…" she said loudly, and tears of humiliation started wetting the blindfold.


"That is not the best you can do." he said coldly, "louder please."


"I AM A SLUT, PLEASE FUCK ME!!" she shouted at the top of her voice, and then started crying loudly.


He kissed her lips and helped her calm down. He began stroking her gently again to help her recover from the mental trauma of humiliation he just put her through, and to get her back in the state of arousal. Pankhudi began to melt and moan again. She realized how truly helpless she was. He had so much control over her that he could practically manipulate even her mood.


He suddenly rammed his penis inside her. She jerked at this invasion, she was not expecting it to be so sudden. Overwhelming waves of pleasure were flowing through her body. He started fucking her slowing, making her moan from the depth of her throat with every stroke. She had never imagined that a bondage fuck could be such a pleasurable experience. She had surrendered completely to this man now, he had invaded every hole in her body; she had nothing to hide from him now. She was the enjoying the blissful feeling as she felt his cock move in and out of her.


Within a few minutes, she felt that she was nearing her orgasm. She was breathing heavily and had lost herself completely, she never realised when she began to move her hips to meet his thrusts in want of pleasure. She felt so helpless before the overwhelming desire of her body. And soon she experiences the heavenly orgasmic wave, much more intense that she ever felt before by a clit rub. She felt her pussy muscles contract over his manhood, which was still going in and out of her, like there was nothing that could stop him. He was using her relentlessly, and there she was lying in front of him with wide open legs, begging him to fuck her.


Within a few minutes, she heard him moan in orgasm, and she felt hot semen exploding in the depth of her womb. He had ejaculated inside her wet, willing but unprotected pussy, and exposed her to the risk of an unwanted pregnancy. But he seems to be least concerned about it. All he wanted to do was to use her for his pleasure; he didn't care what happened to her after that. After his orgasm, he collapsed on top of her. A moan escaped her lips as he withdrew his shaft from within her. She could feel the heat of his body, and the perspiration due to his effort.


There was silence for a few minutes till their breathing slowed down to normal. Then he began to kiss and cuddle her again. A sensual after play is something a woman wants the most after sex. Pankhudi was enjoying the pampering. She naively felt loved.


"Do you think I don't know about the little mischief you indulged in with yourself?" he whispered in her ears. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She began to tremble in nervousness.


"I promised you, I won't harm you as long as you obey, and quite unfortunately you didn't." He said as he continued kissing and cuddling her, "You are not going to like your punishment, snowflake. So wait for it."


He left after making that cold statement, leaving her restrained, blindfolded and a disturbing anticipation of her scheduled punishment.

 

[Indian Princess]

Pankhudi had no idea for how long she was restrained. The darkness and the silence were severely distorting her perception of reality.



After some time, she heard someone enter the room. Her heart started beating faster as the footsteps were heavy. Her blindfold was removed and she saw her Master standing before her with a devilish smile of his lips. He stood there watching her restrained helpless naked body, and how she was responding to his scorching gaze by struggling with the cuffs. She so badly wanted to cover herself, but she was lying all spread and exposed before him. After tormenting her with his lustful gaze for some time, he bent over and released her restraints.



She tried to get up, but he pinned her down almost immediately and got on top of her. She could barely move under him, as he was kissing and licking her face.



"How long have I been here?” she asked, “I am feeling disoriented…"



"I want you to feel that way" he said, groping her roughly and still kissing and licking her.



"This isn’t fair!" she said in a firm voice. "I don’t want to be locked up like an animal…I haven’t seen daylight for God know how long…You didn’t mention anything about this…I want to go home…"


"What you want doesn't matter anymore," he stated plainly.


She struggled wildly trying to push him away. The anticipation of her impending punishment was driving her crankier. The feeling of helplessness was now overwhelming her. She wanted to know so many thing.


"What day is it? How long have I been here? I want to talk to my family...How is mom's health? Is she OK?" she asked


"You've got too many questions," he sighed.


"You promised you'd take care of my family," she protested.


"Of course, your family is fine," he said.


"Then let me talk to them…" she said, "I don’t know how long I’ve been here…they would be worried…"


He didn't answer and continued kissing and groping her. She just wanted him to stop. Being locked up in a room and used as a fuck toy had made her lose her mental balance to some extent. She struggled to push him off her but failed. So, she scratched his neck in a desperate attempt to free herself from his grip. He winced in pain and slapped her as a reaction.


"You are lying. Something bad has happened to them. What have you done to them?" she screamed, "I want to talk to my mom, right now!"



"You still haven't learned you place, have you? I didn't want to do this, but you keep forcing me to. Why do you always like to learn the harder way?" he said in a sad tone and got up.


"Come here" he ordered.


She walked up to him trembling with every step she took. When she reached close enough, he pulled her and made her lie down across his lap on her belly so that her ass was facing upwards, all vulnerable to the brutal spanking she was about to get.


He picked up the paddle lying on the nearby table, and began to caress her ass with it.


"You have been a very bad slave, cupcake" he said playfully, and hit her ass hard.


This was the first time Pankhudi was getting some serious spanking. Her Master found it very arousing to watch her ass cheeks vibrate with every impact. He allowed her to make whatever noises she wanted to make in response, be it screams, groans or moans. He continued spanking her effortlessly, and her ass cheeks gradually turned red. Every other impact was more painful that the previous one because her skin was beginning to break. Her Master was smiling all the while, as he found it very cute to spank his slave. He had planned a far harsher punishment, but later discarded the idea because he felt it should be reserved for later.


Pankhudi didn't say anything now. She just quietly took the spanking. She knew begging him to stop was of no use, no matter how much pain it caused her, she would have to take it as long as he wanted her to. He smiled to realize that she was beginning to learn.


He stopped when he realised that her ass was sore enough that she won't be able to sit even on the soft bed without hurting. He helped her get up. He dragged her to a wooden table lying in the room.


"You are going to sit on this table and masturbate for me, just the way you had done in my absence."


He made her sit on the table. The hard, wooden surface pressed against her sore ass caused her much pain. Her groans were music to his ears. He spread her legs and removed her handcuffs and told her to start rubbing her pussy.


She obeyed because she had learned a lesson by now. She began to rub her clit just the way she had done earlier. Tears of repentance were flowing out of her eyes. She was in pain, and she found it very humiliating to be made to masturbate. But she continued rubbing herself till she began to feel her arousal rising. He helped her by stroking both her nipples. Her ass was hurting with every tiny movement she made, but her nipples and clit were beginning to bring her to ecstasy. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that she was feeling. Just before she could reach orgasm, he pulled her hands away. She moaned in disappointment only to watch a cruel smile on his lips.


He pulled her off the table, turned her around and made her bend over it. He dipped his fingers in her wet pussy and began to transfer her juices to her anus. She trembled when she realized what he was about to do. Struggling was of no use. She just began to brace herself for it. Every time his fingers stroked her desperate pussy, she felt a small wave of pleasure running through her body. When he felt her anus was lubricated enough, she left the tip of his cock pressing against it. She tried to relax her body to be able to accept the invasion without much discomfort. He entered slowly and began to fuck her ass. With every thrust, his hips would hit hard against her sore ass, sending a wave of sharp pain through her body. She had begun to scream now. Now she knew the real meaning of punishment.


He used her sore ass for his pleasure till its summit. She felt like she was nothing other than a little rag he uses to mop up his need. She felt him orgasm inside her ass and then withdraw. He used to normally leave right after fucking her, but this time he stayed. He zipped up his pants and went back on the chair, leaving Pankhudi still bending over the table. He was sitting calmly with his eyes closed and breathing deeply. The poor girl collapsed onto the floor. She was too weak to even stand.


After some time, he opened his eyes and called her near. He made her sit on his lap which was still a very painful thing for her. He fondled her hair and kissed her forehead, and hugged her tightly.


"Are you OK sweetie?" he asked in a voice full of concern.


Pankhudi had become numb to his kindness now. No matter how much kindness he showed her, he was still a very cruel person and that was a fact. She was sick of this alternating caring-cruel treatment she was getting from him. In fact, any act of kindness from him would only evoke disgust in her mind as she realized he was only feasting on her helplessness. She didn't answer his question. She only wept silently.


"I asked you something" he said in the same soft tone.


Pankhudi lost her composure again and shouted at him, "What answer you want huh? Am I OK? Ask that fucking thing to yourself! Do you expect me to be OK after everything you did to me?" Then she broke into tears and said, "I know you will never let me go...you will keep me here forever, you will use me to your heart's content and then you will throw me in front of your men. Fine! Do it! Do whatever you feel like to me! And I can do nothing to stop you...I can't do anything...you will destroy everything I am as a person, I know exactly what you are doing to turn me into...just a piece of flesh...with no feelings...I am at your mercy, so helpless and vulnerable to any cruelty you put me through, you monster! But do me a favor please...Stop pretending that you care about me. Stop pretending that you are even a human being!"


His changed expression suddenly. He was angry like never before. His sudden emotional outburst caught Pankhudi off guard. He grabbed her hair and said spitefully, "So you think I am cruel? I’ll show you what cruelty really means.”


He pushed her violently on the floor, like he just didn't care anymore. She hit her head against the marble and began to bleed. He walked up to her and pressed his foot against her neck, he was struggling to control his anger and the devil within him. If he would have lost control, he would have broken her neck with one powerful kick. But he controlled himself with great difficulty and walked out of the room.


He stormed into the room carrying a whip in his hand. He looked at her angrily and she was still lying on the floor. She never saw him that way before, he was always calm and composed, but this time it was different. His fists were convulsing with suppressed rage. When someone is that angry, it isn't a mistake, it is personal. She had definitely hit a sore spot.


He began to rain heavy blows on her naked body, beating her relentlessly and mercilessly, like there was no end to it. She screamed in pain, but her screams only made him wilder. Her skin broke at many places. Her hands were free but she could not do anything to stop him. She got up with great difficulty as he continued whipping her with all his strength. She grabbed his hand with both her hands that made him stop for a while. She looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were red with intense anger.


"Please stop…" she begged "It hurts so much..."


"I don't care if you die today, bitch!" he growled at her. His voice was louder and rougher than ever.


"What are you doing this to me? What have I done?" she begged with tearful eyes.


"You deserve every bit of this! You said I’m cruel, now you’ll see the full extent of my cruelty." he roared spitefully.


He pushed her hard on the floor and began to whip her again. He began to perspire out of the effort he was putting in to inflict pain. But he went on and on, mercilessly. Pankhudi was on the verge of losing consciousness. She staggered towards him and tried to put her arms around him. “Please stop…please calm down…” she begged with the voice she had left.


Pankhudi couldn't bear the pain anymore; she had lost most of her energy already. She fell unconscious.


He was suddenly jolted back to his senses as he saw the near lifeless girl at his feet.


“Pankh! Talk to me Pankh!” he said anxiously as he tried to get a response from her. But there was no response.


He lifted her gently and placed her on the bed. She was still breathing, but he wasn’t sure for how long. His eyes were suddenly tearful.


He picked up his phone frantically and dialled a number and spoke, “Aarav…I…I need your help, urgently…can you please come here? It’s…very urgent…there is this girl…and she is…”


“Woah Armaan! Calm down!” Aarav replied, “I’ll get there as soon as I can.”


Once Dr. Aarav reached, he assessed Pankhudi’s health and started necessary treatment. Some of her wounds were deep and needed suturing. Dahlia assisted him. Once he tended to all her wounds, he took off his blood-stained gloves and walked into the next room.


“Is she going to be ok?” Armaan asked softly, his face melting with sadness.


“What exactly were you trying to do?” Aarav asked trying to assess the situation, “It’s a miracle she is still alive…What happened Armaan? I’ve never seen you like this.”


“I…I just lost control for a moment…” Armaan said burying his face in his palms and rubbing his temples trying to gather his thoughts.


“That’s exactly what I have never seen” Aarav said, “I’ve never seen you lose composure, let alone doing something like this without intending it. The girl will recover, but I’m not worried about her, I’m worried about you brother. You know, you can always talk to me, right?”


Armaan didn’t reply. He just shook his head.


“You don’t want to talk about your past and I respect that,” Aarav said observing how disturbed Armaan looked, “But this is…unusual. Do you have feelings for this girl?”


“I don’t know” Armaan said with tearful eyes.


“Well” Aarav replied, “I think you do…”

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Pankhudi woke up screaming. She opened her eyes to find Dahlia staring at her with wide open eyes full of concern.


"What happened dear?" Dahlia asked.


"He wants to kill me...he want to burn me alive! Please don't let him kill me..." Pankhudi screamed with her eyes red and tearful. She was trembling in terror. She was totally disoriented, she had totally lost track of time already and now even her perception of reality was badly distorted. She could still feel a lot of pain.


“Perhaps you had a bad dream, sweetheart” Dahlia reassured sweetly.


Pankhudi looked around. She lying on the bed with multiple dressing on her body. There were no burns on her body, and she was alive.


"I don't know" Pankhudi said trembling with fear. "Perhaps a bad dream, but it felt so real. When you are living a nightmare, it is hard to tell the difference between reality and bad dreams."


Dahlia helped get up and sit in the bed.


"Calm down dear...please calm down. That much anxiety is not good for your health." she said fondling Pankhudi's head. She was still breathing heavily with red tearful eyes.


"I am scared Dahlia...I want to go home." Pankhudi begged.


Dahlia asked her to lie down and loaded a syringe. "This is an analgesic. It will ease your pain" she said with compassion.


Pankhudi allowed her to inject. Within a few minutes she began to feel the effect of the medicine, her pain indeed became less. Dahlia took her to the bathroom and gave her a gentle warm water bath. The she brought her back to the bed and began to dress her wounds. She was being so caring and gentle, like a motherly figure to Pankhudi.


"He was not always like that..." Dahlia spoke with a heavy heart, "He used to be a loving person, perhaps he still is deep within his heart. But the monster within him overshadows his mind most of the time."


Pankhudi looked at Dahlia as she spoke. She was surprised to know that she knew her tormentor so personally.


"Yes" said Dahlia looking at her, "I knew him since he was a child."


"What made him so bitter?" Pankhudi asked curiously.


"I can't tell you" Dahlia said, "But he has been through a lot more than you know."


Dahlia finished dressing Pankhudi's wounds. She held her Pankhudi's hands and looked straight into her eyes and said, "There is something about you Pankh that soothes him. I pity that ill-fated man. Something turned him into a monster, and I have seen him do horrible things since then. I have been a mute witness to the inhumanity of that human creature for years. There are things I can't speak of."


Dahlia paused for a while to wipe off her tears. "He has been relatively very calm since you came here. I have seen him stare at your pictures for hours together, with sad eyes. Perhaps you are special for him"


"It is so bad in here" Pankhudi said, "Why don't you leave?"


"I can't" Dahlia sighed, "He has taken my son away, only he knows where he is. He has asked me to keep doing my work here and he will keep my son alive. I can't bear to see the tortures he inflicts on his victims, but...I am helpless."


Dahlia began to weep silently. "I'd do anything to see my son again" she said.


Pankhudi hugged Dahlia.


"For now, I believe you need to rest" said Dahlia loading another syringe. "This will sedate you; your mind has got very agitated. You need to calm down dear."


Pankhudi felt the liquid flow into her vein through the puncture the needle made into her skin. Her eyelids began to feel heavy, Dahlia sat beside her holding her hand till she fell asleep. Pankhudi was in some kind of a trance, neither fully asleep, nor fully awake. She was not sure whether she was dreaming again, but she saw her Master walk into the room again.


"Is she better now?" he asked Dahlia in a voice full of concern.


"Yes, she is better." Dahlia answered keeping her gaze downwards while speaking to him.


"Her screams got me worried" he said touching Pankhudi, "She is running a temperature."


"Yes" Dahlia replied, "She's got fever. She scared. She had a bad dream."


"Get a blanket for her" he ordered her. Dahlia did as she was told. She returned with a cosy blanket and covered Pankhudi with it. "Thanks, you may leave now" he told Dalia.


He sat down on the bed beside a badly wounded Pankhudi. He was stroking her head gently with eyes full of grief. Pankhudi opened her eyes to find him sitting near her. She would have panicked, but the sedative had calmed her nerves. She held his hand and brought it near her cheek.

He stared at her blankly, like he wasn't feeling anything at the moment, or perhaps too much grief to even express.


"I am feeling scared, I am in a lot of pain" she said tearfully, "My mom used to hug me when I used to be in pain. My mom isn't here now. Please hold me…just for a little while…"


He gently lifted her in his arms and placed her on his lap. He let her rest her head against his chest and put his arms around her, covering her well with the blanket. He could feel her trembling febrile body, and held her even closer trying to comfort her. She sank deeper into his arms.


There was silence for a moment. She could feel that even he was sad. "I am sorry…" she said, "I am sorry for whatever that I might have done to deserve this punishment. But please don't hurt me so much. I won't be able to take it. I'll die. I don’t want to die…" She started weeping silently.


"It wasn't your fault" he said with deep sorrow in his voice, "You didn't do anything to deserve this."


He kissed her forehead and held her in his arms for a long time but didn't say anything. Slowly, she fell asleep. Then he gently put her back on the bed and walked away.


It was difficult to say how much time had passed, but she felt someone shake her. She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see the same man who had visited her earlier.


"Have you seen enough, sweetheart?" he asked with a confident smile, "I told you he ain't exactly the angel you were assuming him to be. Come with me! I'll take you away from all this."


Pankhudi was flustered. She didn't reply.


"What? Are you waiting for him to autopsy you alive? Even after so much humiliation and such brutal whipping, you aren't sure about him?" he said, "Look dear, you really don't know anything. He is far crueller than you can imagine. You will suffer even more now. I really like you, that is why I want to help you."


"I don't need your help" Pankhudi replied quietly.


"You are brave I must say" the man replied with a cheeky smile, "And also foolish. You can't even see what he is doing to you. He is using you like a fuck toy. He just pretends to care about you. He is intelligent and great at toying with your mind. He has so much control over you that it is a piece of cake for him to manipulate you as per his wish. It is your blind faith in him that makes you weak."


Pankhudi looked at him blankly.


Then he chuckled and continued, "Well, I can wait you know...He said touching he breasts, after he is done using you, and after your holes no longer interest him, he is going to let us all fuck you, and not just me, mind you, all of us who work for him…that’s what he’s done to every other girl before you, and we all love this little incentive. We are going to fuck all the sweet holes in your lovely body..."


Pankhudi broke down in tears. She didn't have anything to say.


"Oh don't you cry doll. It's high time you open your eyes to the truth. He ain't exactly your knight in shining armour. You are nothing but a fuck toy for him" the man said consoling her, "I have a deal to offer you. You want to leave here, don't you? You allow me to make love to you for a few times and I will help you escape this place. He has gone away for a few days, leaving me in charge. Maybe we could have our little fun and I help you get out of here before he returns. Look it is always better to do it with one guy rather than those hundreds waiting for you outside. And if you co-operate, I'll do it nicely and make sure this will be our little secret."


He grabbed Pankhudi and pulled her closer. He began to kiss her. Pankhudi was too weak to fight as the man began to run his hands all over her body. Her skin was broken by the whipping and her body was sore. She could only feel pain by his touch. She didn't have much energy left to resist. She quietly let it happen.


He bent over to kiss her lips. When he was close enough so the she could feel his breath on her skin, a sudden feeling of disgust erupted in the back of her mind and she pushed him away.


"NO!" she shouted at him, "Get away! I belong to my Master. And I trust him."


The man was now angry. His persuasion tricks hadn't worked on her. He grabbed her harder causing her much pain. She screamed.


"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted at her, "That is too much loyalty for a slut! You are nothing other than a worthless piece of flesh and all you need is a dick, doesn't matter whose."


He slapped her hard and began to force himself on her. Pankhudi was already in so much pain, she could barely even move. He began to grab her breasts and nibbled in an animalistic way. Tears welled up in her eyes thinking of her impending rape. She barely had any energy to even scream for help. Even if she did, she knew no one would come for her help.


"You have an interesting way of working, Roy." she heard her Master's voice. Both Pankhudi and the man were shocked to see him standing by the door that her molester had carelessly left open. Her Master heard everything they had been talking.


Roy began to tremble and he took steps backwards. "I thought you had left...I..I..It wasn't my fault" he said, "It was her...she was trying to seduce me..." Roy stopped speaking when he realized how pathetic his attempt to defend was. Pankhudi watched her Master grabbed Roy's left hand and twist it behind his back. Roy was too scared to even try to defend himself.


"You are left handed aren't you?" her Master asked as he gripped Roy's left thumb in a cigar cutter.


Roy screamed as he felt the metal grip his them, "Please boss, I am sorry...please don't, it was a mistake, won't do it again...please give me one chance, I am sorry."


"Every mistake deserves a punishment" he replied coldly, "And yes I am giving you a chance by sparing your life, if you touch her again, I will cut off your cock and leave you to bleed to death."


Pankhudi watched in horror as her Master cut off the thumb of Roy's functional hand causing him much disability. While Roy was screaming in pain, her Master's expression was surprisingly calm. He walked towards her and held her face between his palms. She was still quivering with the trauma of being molested and the act of brutality she just witnessed.


"Are you OK?" he asked her.


She was overwhelmed. She hugged him and said tearfully, "I am scared, I am very scared. Please don't let them touch me...please. I am yours...only yours! I'll do anything you say, I'll take as much pain as you want me to, I'll take all punishments, I'll suffer anything for you, I’ll even die for you if that is what you want…but please don't let other men touch me." She took his hands and placed them around her neck and closed her eyes and tears escaped her through their corners. "When you are bored with me, strangle the life out of me with your own hands. I know you don't love me, but I do. I'd rather die at your hands than be touched by another man. I am not a slut, please don't make me one."


Something changed within him that instant. He felt her delicate neck muscles twitch as she sobbed. Her soft silken hair brushed against his hands. He was suddenly overcome with compassion. Her words touched his human side. He held Pankhudi in his arms.


"Calm down" he said softly tying a blindfold around her eyes, "You will stay in my room now."


She was still very weak; she was still running a temperature. He wrapped her carefully in a sheet and carried her in his arms up to his room.


He put her feet down once inside his room, and removed the blindfold and the sheet from her body. She once again stood naked before him with her head bowed. It was painful for him to look at the wounds that brutal whipping had caused on her body. He opened the closet and picked up one of his finest white shirts. He told her to put in on. After being naked for so long, she was glad to wear it. She slipped it onto her body. Since he was much taller than her, his shirt covered her up to a little above her mid thigh. She had to fold up the sleeves. He smiled to watch her struggling with the sleeves as she looked cute as she did that. She was happy that he allowed her to put something on. She was smiling. It had been a long time since he let any woman stay with him in his room. He sat down on the bed and delightfully watched her explore the room like a curious kitten.


The room was spacious and the most magnificent she had ever seen. Everything in the room was so exquisite. The curtains were maroon in colour complementing the light-coloured walls. There were some beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. The furniture was natural brown, decked with brilliant decor. There was a large king-sized bed, with soft mattress covered with satin sheets. The floor was covered with a beautiful Persian carpet. There was a bookshelf with a collection of his favourite books, perhaps he loved to read.


She saw a violin placed on a table and curiously walked towards it. She was running her tender fingers over it, she really loved music. "Wow! A violin! Do you play this?" she asked curiously.


"Yes" he said smiling at her. Pankhudi was feeling very happy and excited that moment, he just wanted her to be that way for a while.


Everything was so perfectly arranged in the room. It gave an impression that he was the perfectionist kind of person. She spotted a broken photo frame placed on the table near the bed. It looked very odd. Everything in that room was perfect, unblemished. Then what was the broken picture doing there? She picked up the frame and began to look at it intently. There was a picture of a little girl hugging her teddy bear behind the broken glass. The lovely doe-eyed girl had a beautiful smile.


He gently took the frame from her hand and put it back on the table and said "Leave it alone."


She continued exploring the room. She saw a glass tank that contained his pet scorpion. It was a beautiful enclosure, with sand, a few barks. It was meant to mimic the scorpion's natural habitat. The scorpion was different from that had stung her. She began to look at it curiously.


"That's the Deathstalker" he said, "Its venom is very powerful and you don't wanna mess with it.”


He opened the curtain for her and for the first time in many days, she saw sunlight. She realized she was held in a large house built at a height above the sea level, and this particular room was on the top floor. It was evening and the room was facing the west. The mild evening sunrays were decorating the room with their golden touch. The room had a spacious terrace, separated from the room by a wall made up of clear glass; it offered the view of a beautiful rocky shore. She had always been much attached to the sea because the town she grew up in was situated in a coastal area. She was thrilled to see such a marvellous view; he could see that on her face. He opened the glass door to allow her to enter the terrace.


She entered like a frolicking child. She walked up to the railing. And she stood there smiling, trying to contain the ecstasy she was feeling within her heart. She was feeling free - free from the darkness of the room she was kept in, free from the chains, handcuffs, blindfolds and shameful nakedness. The cool evening sea breeze was playing with her tresses and the sound of the sea waves hitting the shore filled her ears. It was the beginning of month of June, just before the monsoons. The sea waves were wild. She felt his hands tracing the curves of her waist. He hugged her from behind and gently kissed her cheek. She began to tremble in his embrace as fear clouded her mind again.


"Isn't this a beautiful place to be, sweetheart?" he whispered in her ear, "It's been so long since I had a companion I could spend such beautiful evenings with. It's been long since I held someone in my embrace.." he said resting his chin on her shoulder and he gently placed his hands around her waist.


The setting sun was a marvel to behold. He held the nervous girl in his arms till the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. She wasn't reacting, but within her heart, she was still afraid of him. He turned her and locked lips with her in a passionate kiss.


He led her inside the room. It was dark by now.


He looked at his pet scorpion and smiled. He pulled her hand and took her towards the enclosure.


"Lemme show you something interesting" he said with the enthusiasm of a child. He shone a UV torch on the tank and the scorpion began to glow. Pankhudi was amazed to see the glowing creature move about in its enclosure.


"Scorpions glow in black light. They are such amazing predators." he said with a lot of excitement in his voice, "I am very fond of them."


She just smiled meekly.


He turned off the UV torch and turned on the lights. He held her gently in his arms and gave her a light kiss on her lips.


"Let's have a bath together" he said as he led her to the bathroom.


"Undress me" he said.


Pankhudi started unbuttoning his black shirt. She smiled at her inexperienced effort as she fumbled with his buttons. The colour of the shirt made a great contrast with his fair skin. As she unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off his shoulders, she could see his sculpted masculine physique once again. She was mesmerized. He had a flow of muscles over his body, and then there those intriguing scars on his skin that she had seen before. A lot of thoughts clouded her mind.


She knelt before him to unbuckle his belt. She then unzipped his pants and pulled it down. She was still lost in her thoughts. She snapped out of her thoughts when he called out her name. She removed his briefs and stood before him obediently waiting for his next order.


He prepared a warm aroma bath that was going to be soothing and easy on her broken skin. He took off the shirt she was wearing and sat down in the bathtub with her.


"Come bathe me" he said pulling her closer by her hand. She began to gently scrub his body; he was enjoying her company so much that he was smiling all the time. But she wasn't. She was closely observing the scars on his body and was in deep thought. He saw her face and knew there were a lot of disturbed thoughts racing through her mind. He grabbed her hand that was moving on his body and looked at her. She panicked.


"Is there something you wanna talk about?" he asked her firmly.


She just shook her head.


"Its ok, speak." He assured her.


"I had asked earlier...but you didn't answer...I mean these scars...what happened...I mean how..." she spoke in a broken sentence. But he understood what she was trying to say.


"Why do you care?" he asked plainly.


"Because I believe you are a good man" she said as she took a deep breath, "I don't know anything about you, I don't even know your name...and I even feel scared of you sometimes, but I know that when we were lost in the forest, when we were in danger, we were hungry, you always put me before yourself. You starved yourself so that I could eat, you walked barefoot through the forest even if it was hurting you, you took so much pain so that I wouldn't get hurt. A man shows his true nature in adverse conditions, and I know your true nature is good and caring..."


She held his hand lovingly she and said, "I care about you, just like you care about me"


"It don't have good memories about my past Pankh, that's why I don't like to talk about it." He said.


Pankhudi understood what he meant. Suddenly a flashback of her own abuse flashed across her mind and she began to cry. "It must have been so painful." she said holding his hand close to her cheek.


He held her close as she was crying. He was trying to console her. "Pankh, it's alright." He said.


He hugged her and kissed her. He held her in his arms till she stopped crying. They didn't speak a word after that.


After the bath, he gave her another shirt to wear. He offered her to have dinner with him, they sat on the dining table together where the servants had arranged the food. She was very nervous eating in his presence. She could eat very little despite her hunger. He sensed her uneasiness.


"Hey..." he said, "Relax, it's ok. Please have your food, I need to give you some very strong pain killers and taken on an empty stomach, they'll do more harm than good."


He saw her speed up a little and smiled. After dinner he took her back to room, and gave her a bunch of pills, one of them was a contraceptive, along with a glass of water and said, "You are going to need all of these."


She took the pills and the glass of water. She consumed all the pills one by one.


He then asked her to take off the shirt and lie down. He dimmed the lights. She was apprehensive. She was praying that he didn't want to fuck her. She was still in pain, and having sex would be even more painful. He saw her apprehension and sighed. He didn't say anything and started applying an ointment to her wounds.


“I've never been very fond of women" he said, "All my life I have heard that women are very loving, caring angels. It's all bullshit you know!"


Pankhudi didn't know how to react. She was just listening, lying naked in front of him while he gently continued applying the ointment.


"But there was something about you, since the very first time I saw you. I always felt very calm around you, I still do. Perhaps it is the innocence in your eyes...I don't know. A lot of people have seen the scars of my body Pankh, but only you could see the scars of my mind. You've seen me through all the bad things. I always got that special feeling for you Pankhudi, I...I don't know what it is, I just feel calm around you."


Pankhudi didn't know what to say. He asked her to turn around and started applying the ointment on her back.


"I don't know if I am the unfortunate one, but I never got a reason to respect women. My father was a rich man, but he wasn't born rich. He worked hard all his life to earn that much wealth. My birthmother.. well she left him for a richer man. I have grown up seeing my father live with the pain of loneliness and heartbreak. She didn't care about me either. She just walked away. My father had to marry again because I needed a mother. That turned out to be a bad decision. They say when problems come, they don't come singly, they come in battalions. Nothing was alright since my step mother came in our house. Dad's business suffered heavy losses; we had huge loans to repay. Dad had to wind up the business, sell property and other assets. After that he went abroad to make a fresh start."


Pankhudi was listening with a lot of interest. He had been a mystery to her for a long time. She was finding it very fascinating to know about him. He finished tending to her wounds and tucked her in. He slipped into the sheets close to her, held her in his arms and continued, "She was a very abusive woman, and since Dad wasn't around to protect me anymore, she was free to exploit my vulnerability. She blocked all the ways I could communicate with dad. She threatened to hurt me even more if I told anyone. Why does it have to hurt being a child?"


She could feel the pain in his voice, as his heart got heavier. "So many years...of pain, suffering and humiliation. She thought she could break me. But she couldn't. How long could she hurt me? What didn't kill me, made me angry and bitter. I grew up, and swore revenge. My father died a natural death, unfortunately on a foreign land. I inherited a lot of wealth after his death. Money is power. I waited for the right moment and I had my revenge. I made her pay for everything she did to me." He said spitefully.


"What did you do?" Pankhudi asked in a worried tone.


"I killed her" he said coldly, "I gave the dreadful death she deserved. I tortured her for several days before I killed her. Each and every scream of hers was my reward. I made her pay for all those times she made me scream. I tortured her so much that she begged for her death. For the world, she went missing and her body was never found. No one could find her because I shredded her into a million pieces."


Pankhudi listened in horror as she saw bitterness and anger on his face.


"And then there was Dahlia" he continued, "She was my neighbour. She saw everything, she knew everything, but she did nothing to help me. Now I am making her suffer the same way. The most important lessons of life are learned through pain. She must bear the pain of forever being a mute witness to cruelty just like what she chose to do when she saw me suffering."


There was silence for some time. After a while his expression changed to a sorrowful one. "That abusive bitch is dead" he said, "I killed her, I had my revenge...but it still hurts, I am still not OK Pankh."


Pankhudi could feel his sorrow. She hugged him tightly.


"Maybe you just need a hug…" she said innocently, "When my father used to beat me, it used to hurt so much. Then my mom always hugged me and told me that everything was going to be alright. And all the pain used to go away."


He was overwhelmed to see her innocence and how she could hug him without the slightest hesitation after all that he put her through. He too put his arms around her and closed his eyes to feel the warmth of her affectionate hug. For some time, they were lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.


“Even after everything I did to you, you still don't hate me..." he spoke with a heavy heart, "I feel.. You don't deserve all this. You are a wonderful person Pankh. I wish I could be like you...I wish I could…"


"You could move on…" she said lovingly, "You could find a nice girl, marry her, have lovely children...a family and..."


She didn't complete her sentence because she noticed a sudden change in his expression. He looked extremely distressed. He suddenly sat up on his bed. Pankhudi got scared seeing such a reaction. She remembered what had happened last time when she said something that disturbed him emotionally. She was so afraid; she didn't dare to say anything after that.


"You get some sleep, I need to be alone for a while…" he said as he got up and walked towards the balcony.


She could see him through the glass. He stood with his hands on the railing his back facing her. She watched him look up towards the beautiful night sky. It was full of stars but there was no moon. The night was very dark, perhaps his life was darker.