This is a short prologue to Dark Seduction. The complete Dark Seduction series has been already published.
This is a story about the night Armaan first spotted Pankhudi and decided that he was going to take her.
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It was a cold winter night. On a deserted street of Mumbai, Armaan was driving his expensive car at a high speed. Work had been particularly stressful that particular day, and he was in a bad mood.
As he continued to drive rashly on the road, a girl on a scooty was blocking his way. Armaan was extremely annoyed that he had to slow down because of her.
“Get out of my way girl!” he muttered as he continued honking relentlessly at her.
The girl tried to move aside but the road was quite narrow. The high beam headlights dazzled her. Armaan started tailgating her, trying to force her off the road to make way for himself. The speeding car’s roaring engine dangerously close to her and his continuous honking caused her to panic and she turned sharply towards the left, desperately trying to get out of his way. In her panic, she failed to notice a road barricade and suddenly ran into it and lost her balance. She fell down on the road right in front of Armaan’s speeding car.
Armaan was alert and in spite of his bad mood, his reflexes were quick. He hit the brakes and the car decelerated dramatically and the wheels screeched to a sudden stop. He got out of the car nervously hoping he hadn’t run over the girl.
“Fuck! Please don’t be dead!” he gasped and he knelt down to look if the girl was hurt.
The girl was lying unconscious, and her face was millimeters away from the car’s wheel. The friction of the wheel had caused a skin abrasion on her neck and her hair was already trapped under the wheel. Armaan realized that had he delayed for another second; she would have been crushed.
Her helmet had protected her from a major head injury but it had rolled away to one side of the road due to the impact. Armaan felt her pulse and breathing to confirm that she was alive. He shook her gently to see if she would respond, but she was completely unconscious.
Armaan reversed the car slightly to free her hair. Then he lifted her gently and placed her on the back seat. He looked at her carefully. She was a beautiful dusky girl, with long black hair. There was a very innocent look on her face. Armaan was mesmerized for a moment. He took a moment to adore her beauty. But soon enough he snapped back to reality and began to think about the repercussions of this accident. He got into the driver’s seat and drove to a hospital.
The doctors in the emergency room began to treat her immediately. Armaan waited with baited breath to hear some good news about her condition. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind.
He didn’t even know who this girl was, but her simplicity and her beauty had caught his attention. He walked out of the hospital towards his car and lit a cigarette, waiting for a call from the emergency room. His gaze fell on the girl’s purse that was lying on the car’s backseat.
He picked up her purse and searched for her ID and was surprised to find 2 of them. Her name was Pankhudi. One was a student ID of some night college and another one was an employee ID of a construction company where she worked as a receptionist.
Armaan smiled seeing the name of the company. Armaan himself was in the construction business and the company where Pankhudi worked belonged to one of his friends – Vishal.
Armaan called up Vishal.
“Hey bro, wassup?” Vishal said, answering the phone.
“Hey hi, really sorry to bother you at this time, but this is urgent,” Armaan said, “Do you know a girl named Pankhudi who works as a receptionist in your company?”
“Yes, I do,” Vishal replied, “She was hired 2 months ago. She is a sweet girl. But why are you asking?”
“Well, we had an accident and I almost ran over her a while ago,” Armaan said.
“Oh! Is she ok? Are you ok?” Vishal asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine and she is…I don’t know…she is unconscious right now,” Armaan said, “I took her to a hospital and the doctors are doing their job. I am guessing she’ll live. I just called you to ask if the girl or her family would cause any kind of trouble if things go south. I mean, I was driving rather rash.”
“No, not at all! Rest assured; she is not the trouble-making type,” Vishal said, “She is docile and sweet, and very needy in fact. Lost her father a few years ago and now had a sick mother and little sister to care for so she came to Mumbai looking for a job and is pursuing her studies in some night college. In fact, honestly, I don’t notice employees on such a low pay scale but I remember this particular girl coz she came to my office a few days ago asking for her salary in advance. She looked troubled and said there was some issue at home.”
“So, what did you do?” Armaan asked.
“I declined of course,” Vishal replied, “She did sound genuine but whatever her problem may have been but I can’t go about paying in advance to people who joined just 2 months ago. She looked disappointed, but she walked away silently, no tricks, no drama.”
“I see,” Armaan said, “She didn’t try to... ‘persuade’ you, huh?”
“Nah…she ain’t that type, Armaan. My guess is…that one is still a virgin,” Vishal said with a chuckle.
“I guess something was really bothering her,” Armaan said, “The way she was driving…she was like lost in her thoughts. And she snapped back at my honking and went into a sudden panic. And the dazzling high beam didn’t help.”
“Yeah, she does come across as the nervous type,” Vishal said, “Yet I’m glad she is alive. And I don’t think there’s going to be any problem. Basically, she is a poor girl who has a lot of troubles to worry about already, she ain’t gonna mess with you, brother.”
“Hmm interesting,” Armaan said as he carefully looked at her ID picture as he rested his hand casually on the steering wheel. She had a beautiful smile and a naïve spark in her dark eyes.
“You like her, huh?” Vishal asked, smiling to himself.
“She is beautiful,” Armaan said, “I’m just thinking how much more beautiful she’d look with fear in her eyes. I’m just imagining delicious things…the thought of taking her against her will is…hot. And I haven’t had a virgin for quite some time now.”
“She’ll be terrified, alright,” Vishal said, “But she ain’t the kind of girl you can entice with money. She seems to be of a strong character. Doesn’t strike me as the type who’d give herself up easily.”
“I figured,” Armaan said with a chuckle, “But I want her and I am going to take her. It’s not like she’d have much choice anyway.”
“You sick bastard,” Vishal said with a smile, “Have fun! Let me know if I can be of any help.”
Armaan was getting a second call. “Hey, I’m, gonna have to call you back, Vishal. I’m getting a call, it must be the emergency room.”
Armaan answered the second call. It was indeed the emergency room. The doctors wanted to speak about Pankhudi’s condition.
“She is alright,” the doctor said, “She is just unconscious due to the impact. Apart from a skinned elbow and abrasion on the neck, there’s nothing, no fractures, no major injuries. She would wake up any moment now.”
Armaan was glad to know that she was well. He sat by the unconscious girl and gazed at her. He smiled devilishly at the thought of taking this girl. His eyes were already stripping her naked as his gaze traced the curves of the unconscious girl. He knew that he was soon going to have absolute control over her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. All she could do was cry and whimper helplessly. He was thrilled at the thought of making her hold his cock with her delicate trembling fingers and then making her suck, forcing her to take it deepthroat. He knew that would take quite some work with a virgin, but he knew one day, he was going to make her beg him to fuck her. The thought of having her pussy juices flowing in anticipation of his cock as she would helplessly beg to be fucked, gave him a mad rush. He was going to take her virgin pussy and ass and he was going to make her like it, and beg for more. But he was a man of patience. He was going to plan meticulously and take it slow. He was going to break her slowly brick by brick, till she would no longer have any control over her body, mind or soul. He was going to ensure that she would always be afraid of him, his intimidating presence and all the horrors that he was capable of.
He made a few phone calls. Soon his secretary Eshani reached the hospital. Armaan handed over a signed cheque to Eshani. He looked once last time at Pankhudi. She was still unconscious. He smiled at her and left.
Next morning Pankhudi woke up. She had a pounding headache. The nurse called the doctor. The doctor examined her and assured her that she had an accident but she was fine and fit for discharge.
After the doctor left, Eshani entered the room and smiled at Pankhudi.
“Hello Pankhudi,” she said with a smile, “How are you feeling?”
“I am…I don’t know…” Pankhudi said, “I am ok I guess…but who are you?”
“My name is Eshani,” she said.
“How did I get here? What happened last night?” Pankhudi asked feeling disoriented, “All I remember is that I hit against something and fell down, and there was a black sedan…and…”
Pankhudi grabbed her head as she felt a pounding headache.
“You had an accident,” Eshani said, “But, you are OK now, and you are going to be discharged today.”
“How did I end up here?” Pankhudi asked.
“You fell unconscious on the road after your accident. Mr. Mathur brought you here. I am his secretary, and I’m here to make sure you are alright and that you are sent home safely.”
“That’s very kind of him,” Pankhudi said smiling weakly at her, “Can I speak to Mr. Mathur?”
“I’m afraid you can’t” Eshani said, “He is a busy man. But he has left something for you.”
Eshani handed over an envelope to Pankhudi. Pankhudi opened it and found a cheque written in her name signed by Armaan Mathur. The amount on the cheque was equal to her salary. Pankhudi was instantly tearful to receive the money she badly needed.
“Why would he give me this?” Pankhudi asked Eshani.
“As a compensation for causing injury to you last night. I hope you understand that it wasn’t his intention. It was an accident, but you were hurt, so he just wanted to help you out.” Eshani explained.
“Please, say thanks to him on my behalf” Pankhudi said softly, wiping away her tears.
“Sure, I need your signatures on some papers” Eshani said, “Just some legal papers that say that you are not interested in filing a lawsuit against Mr. Mathur regarding yesterday’s accident.”
Pankhudi signed without hesitation.
“Good” Eshani said with a smile, “The hospital bill stands fully paid. Whenever you are ready, there is a car waiting for you that will drop you home. Your scooty has been sent to a garage for repairs and you will receive it by evening today.”
“Thank you,” Pankhudi said with a smile, “Please convey my regards to Mr. Mathur. He has been very generous. I’ll pray for his well-being.”
Eshani smiled and walked Pankhudi to the car.
Pankhudi got into the car and the driver drove off. She was feeling happy as she gazed that the cheque in her hand. She felt that this accident was perhaps a fortunate event. Little did she know about the darkness that was about to bring a downpour of fear and suffering in her life.
most probably 2-3 days 
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may be there is not a plot or a too good plot for the story but you have written very well dark seduction
but i like BDSM ever since i watched few clips from 50 shades
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promise is promise i will read all of your stories it will not impact me 
see 
But still I will read the whole plot no matter what for the twist and turn and all the rampaging thrilling seductive updates you have up in your sleeves. 
no ammount of nicotine can undo that, I wanna go home 
