Fantasy Golden Petals - A collection of my short stories

[Ristrcted]

Wild Emotions​

I have always been a shy girl, I had just turned twenty and I still had so many things to discover about myself. All those horrible circumstances I had to face in the past have nearly cost me my sanity, as it reflects in the darkness of my desires, in the darkness of my mind. I can’t change it even if I wish to; I know I am a slave to my desires.


Marc was more than just my boyfriend; he was the alpha I was born to surrender to; a tall fair handsome guy, who had an obvious superiority over me, both physically and intellectually. He often told me that I was beautiful, and the depth in his voice as he spoke was charismatic. He was my friend, my teacher, my guide, my philosopher…he was my world. I loved him, and I trusted him.


We had many sessions together, and each one was exhilarating. I never counted the days we spent in a D/s relationship, for me, it was like I am bound to this man forever, and I live to serve him.


The last thing I remembered was that I was having drinks with him in his living room one fine evening. But when I regained consciousness, I found myself restrained on a bed in that special room, where we’ve had our previous sessions. I don’t know if that was my heaven or my hell; all I knew is that was the place where I have embraced the darkest of my desires. There was a shiny collar around my neck, something that every slave is proud to wear. I was dressed only in a pair of black stockings that matched perfectly in color with my long raven hair spread on the bed. There was another black thing on my body. It was his name tattooed over the left lower side of my abdomen. I adored it. He owned me and for me, it was a privilege to be the object of his desire.


I was helpless, in true sense. The ropes were milky white in color and soft textured but thick enough and they restrained me well. And what actually bothered me was the vibrator he had placed between my legs. It was stimulating my pussy, and the stimulation was intermittent and suboptimal - just enough to make me all wet and horny but not enough to give me an orgasm. I was going mad, and I could do nothing to help myself. I cursed the ropes bitterly. I had been moaning, screaming, but nothing was going to help. It was a torture, but it was my punishment and I had no choice but to take it, for as long as he wanted me to.


After what seemed like an eternity, he entered the room. I was thrilled. He stood by the side of the bed enjoying my condition. He seemed to derive some sort of a sadistic pleasure from my ordeal. The devilish grin on his face and the growl in his dark eyes were making it evident. I was sweating and trembling already. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned in pleasure. He moved his hand over my skin. My body shuddered with every stroke of his hand. It felt like heaven.


I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I felt him move his hand from my face to my cheek and then to my breast. It stayed there for some time, fondling my beast, and the other one joined, and then he suddenly grabbed my full breasts with both his hands. I jerked and moaned. His grip was firm, and it felt great. I had been craving for a thorough groping for many hours now. The vibrator made me so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body. I felt his hands move downwards, across my abdomen, and reached my hips, brushing across them, I felt him slide his hand on my thigh, inwards and upwards. I shuddered, and I felt embarrassed. He was just about to discover, how desperate I was, how badly I was craving for him, from the wetness I had gathered over there. And he did find out. I shut my eyes tightly. He probably was looking at my face, checking out my reaction. I didn’t dare to look at him in the eye.


His hands stayed around my thighs, stroking the inner side of them, and the vibrators were still doing their job. I was visibly trembling by now. I was too desperate. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him, in me. I just couldn’t wait anymore…I had to break the silence.


“Please…” I said.


“Please?”


“I want you…” I said with trembling lips


“I am right here, little one!” he said with a wicked smile.


“I want you to….”


“You want me to….what? Tell me.”


“I want you to…..oh...please….”


“How do you expect to get it if you can’t ask for it?”


“OK” I said gathering some courage, “I want you to fuck me!”


“There you are! And why do you want me to fuck you?”


“Because…I want you, I love you”


“Do you really think so?” He said with the same wicked smile, “Well no, you don’t love me. All I can see in your eyes at the moment is lust. Pure lust!”


I was almost in tears with desperation. I so badly wanted him in me. Every second that passed by was driving me crazier. And he knew it. He was deliberately delaying things. That was his way of torturing me. I had no answer to his question. Why did I want him? Oh, I didn’t know. I only knew that I want him badly, very badly.


He broke the silence.


”So, you don’t have an answer, do you?” He said, “Well, perhaps I can help you”


He put the vibrator away and then put his finger right in my pussy that was dripping wet and trembling, so badly wanting him there. I shuddered as he touched me. And my pussy muscles contracted almost spastically. When he withdrew his finger, it was all coated with my shameless lust. He moved the finger to my chest and wrote over it. Four letters – SLUT. They glistened brightly.


“Well, here is the answer to my question. You want me to fuck you so badly because you are a slut” he said pointing to the letters.


I couldn’t disagree looking at brightly glistening letters. It was humiliating but I was too desperate to care. I was going mad by this torture. I was losing temper, “Whatever!” I shouted, “How does that matter? Stop wasting time! Fuck me, right now, I can’t wait anymore.”


“Do you forget that you are talking to your Master? You think this is bad, well, there are worse things I can do to you, you know.”


He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and pressed across my cheeks very hard. I winced because it hurt. And then he pressed his right thumb against my lower lip, pressing it against my canine. “I need to show you your place; you seem to be forgetting that I am the one in control here, and I will use you anyway I wish. I will be the only one giving orders here, so you better think before you speak next time, understand that?” he said spitefully, and pressed my lip against my canine hard enough to draw out blood. I was screaming in pain, as a little stream of blood flowed out of the corner of my mouth.


I suddenly realized my mistake. I didn’t lose time to apologize. But he didn’t seem to be listening to me.


“Do you like electricity?” He asked curiously.


I was confused, but also scared.


“Hmmm let’s find out.” he said.


“What are you going to do, Master?” I asked nervously in a soft voice.


“You’ll soon know. The collar you are wearing isn’t as benign as you think.” he said that and pressed a button on a remote. And within a second a current began to flow through me. It was terrible.]! It lasted only three seconds yet it was an experience I won’t forget.


“No! No! No! NOOOO!...Please, not again. I beg you. Please don’t do it again. I am sorry. I’ll behave I promise.” I said meekly.


“Na, just once more!” he said and it happened. I got another shock.


He smiled, and then he put the vibrators back to my pussy. I screamed in frustration.


He grinned as he watched me twitch and twist. He seemed to be really enjoying the sight of a helpless me tied to the bed and taking the torture of the vibrators. I saw him undress slowly, he looked like a king.


He crawled on top of me, and began touching me again.


“So” he said, “You were saying you wanted me to fuck you”…and he started mouthing my body, the skin to skin contact with his body added fuel to my fire. I wish my hands were free, I wanted to grab him, but I was helpless. He will decide when to touch me, he will do only what he wants to do to me, and what he doesn’t want to do, he will not do. All I could do is to beg for what I wanted, and he would decide if I deserved it or not.


“Yes, please, I want you to fuck me, please, I beg you” I said with tearful eyes.


“Not so soon” he said with a cruel smile.


He put a ball gag on my mouth. Now that was really weird. He never used to gag me. He loved to hear me moan and scream. Then my eyes were blindfolded. I was really confused. And then I panicked when I felt his put an ear plug on one of my ears. He was taking away my senses one by one. Before he put the ear plug in my other ear, he said, “Relax, you’ll be ok.” And my hearing was cut off. And to my horror, I felt a double layered latex mask slide over my face. It would not only cut off whatever little light or sound that would reach my through the blindfold and the ear plug, but also make me totally mute. I panicked. I was totally disoriented, and there was no way I could communicate with him now.


It was really scary for me, but his touch pacified me. Our D/s relationship was unique in a way. We had no safe word. We didn’t need it. I trusted him absolutely. And he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew what I needed; and I had complete faith in him, I knew; he might hurt me, but he will never harm me.


I felt his touch. This sensory deprivation technique had made my touch sensation relatively hypersensitive, since it was the only sense left with me now. I was trembling every moment. I could now do nothing. I could now only allow my body to react as it would to all that he did to me.


I felt his ways switchover from meticulous to animalistic. I felt his lips and teeth all over me, mouthing my body, every inch of it, licking me nibbling and biting me. He left a love bite on my neck, it hurt, and I screamed, but perhaps he never heard. He then began nibbling my breasts and biting my nipples. It was painful as well as pleasurable. I felt I was in some kind of a trance. I felt him move my thighs apart. Ecstasy! I felt his fingers between my pussy lips. I opened my legs further, in anticipation. I felt his fingers enter me, and rub the insides of my womanhood so sensually. I arched my back. I could feel my lust generate a lot of heat, squeezing his fingers. And suddenly, I felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure all over my body. It lasted for 15 seconds. I felt like I wasn’t my own self for that time. I was an animal, a hungry animal, hungry for the pleasures of animalistic lust. And after the moment of ecstasy was over, I felt my body relax.


He had been watching me all throughout, enjoying every bit of my reaction, and every single bit of my helplessness. My breasts were rising and falling in a post orgasmic exhilaration. And then I felt the mask being removed. The gag and the ear plugs joined it.


“Are you ok?” I heard him whisper in my ear.


“Yes!” I said, with a huge grin on my lips. I was more than just ok, I felt like I was in heaven. I had just had the most wonderful orgasm of my life.


His touch was suddenly withdrawn. I couldn’t feel him anywhere around me. I was still blindfolded. I grew anxious as I couldn’t find him anywhere around me. I made whatever possible movements with my restrained hands and legs in a desperate attempt to feel him. There was no one sound to be heard. Did he leave?


With growing anxiety, I finally decided to break the silence. When I was about to speak, I felt his finger touch my lips. He was there! My lips suddenly held the finger between them. It was my way of showing affection and of telling him how much I wanted him. Soon enough, I felt his lips on mine, returning the affection. I felt loved.


With his lips still on mine, I felt him get on top of me again. He undid the blindfold and continued kiss me for another minute. He then raised his head and held my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. I could never dare to look at them, but this time I was ordered to. I looked at him and there was an eye contact. His eyes were beautiful, and they gleamed with confidence, authority, affection and lust, his gaze was so piercing, as it always was, accentuating the pleasure of submission, the pleasure to being owned by this man, the pleasure of being dominated by him, and of being used and abused for his pleasure.


I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look into his eyes for long. He saw this, and he knew why.


“You want more, don’t you? He asked, and I nodded hungrily.


I wasn’t as inhibited this time. I could see, I could hear, I could speak, scream, and moan. I was going to enjoy it more this time, I knew it. I opened my legs in anticipation. He pounced on me again, giving the treatment I have been craving for. He was mouthing every inch of my skin, and digging his fingers deep into my flesh, as if he were a predator having his prey. His madness was contagious. I wanted to do the same to him, but my hands were restrained.


“Master, will you please untie my hands? I wanna touch you. Please” I begged.


“Alright,” he said, “I will allow you to touch me.” He winked and smiled. I was only surprised by the willingness with which he began to untie me. I could sense some sort of a mean trick here. It was nothing new for him to use my reactions against me, he did it almost all the time.


He said, “But remember; you are allowed to touch me only lightly. I don’t want to feel the slightest amount of force or pressure. No grabbing and better mind your nails. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”


Oh! I felt I was better tied up. This was a new kind of a torture now. Touch him “only lightly”? Hell! How was that even possible!


“Please…you know it is not possible. You are making me fight my reflexes! Please, you know, I can’t, I am not in any position to have such a meticulous control over myself.”


“Well,” he said, “You said you wanted to touch me. Now I am letting you touch me. What is your problem?”


“No...please it is really difficult to withhold my desires. Please try to understand me…please”


“You know what,” He said, “That is your problem and I really don’t care”


“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked rather angrily.


He reciprocated with anger. He grabbed me and pressed his thumb against the inner corner of my eye. It was hurting like hell! I screamed. “Since when did you develop this nasty habit of questioning me?” he said in a very stern voice “You know what, you are only making things worse for yourself.”


“I am sorry” I squeaked. And he stopped hurting me after giving me a stern look.


And he continued eating me. He was nibbling my flesh, he was driving me mad. I wanted to do it all to him, and I wasn’t even tied up anymore, but this only made it worse. When my hands were tied, the ropes would have helped me a lot in obeying his orders. Now I had to control myself, it wasn’t easy, it really wasn’t. A layer of sweat had covered me already, as I gently moved my trembling hand through his hair, and another one across his neck to his back. I hugged him, only lightly. The pleasure of being allowed to touch him was great; I only wished I could have him as I wanted.


His hands were crawling all over me and suddenly they crossed over below my waistline. Now it was going to be the real torture. He moved his hands across my hips backwards and suddenly grabbed my ass. And my hands over him grabbed him as a reflex reaction.


“Go easy” he said in a stern voice, “I will not warn you again.”


I whimpered helplessly. I was in tears. I continued to touch him, struggling against my desires and my reflexes. It was terrible, but I didn’t dare to say anything now.


He was playing with my pussy now and it was making me jerk. I took my hands off him and clasped the bed sheet instead. I was moaning desperately. I arched my back. He saw me so desperate but helpless, he smiled at my condition.


“Please…” I begged again and again.


“Granted!” he said finally.


He smiled at my defeat. He untied my legs. I was free from all bondage; all but I was still a slave to my lust. There was no more vigilance, just plain pleasure, and sweet surrender. And I was finally going to get that I have been craving for, begging for. No more words, only moans of pure pleasure. I saw lust in his eyes and I was honored. I felt his firm touches all over me, and then I was showered with kisses, licks and bites. I lay motionless, in total surrender. I let my body react in it’s own way. He grabbed and squeezed every bit of my flesh, and multiple bite marks were evident on my skin. My pussy was pouring wet. I was ready to take his cock, I threw my legs open for him, to welcome him. He grabbed my hips and rammed his cock deep into me. My legs opened wider and I wrapped them around him. My eyes were closed tightly. My body jerked and shuddered with every thrust. I had feeble moans making their way out of my lips. My head was thrown backwards and I had his lips on my neck. I soon felt teeth, and I soon felt them moving lower, and lower. I grabbed his hair in one hand and was pressing him over myself with the other. My grip was speaking for itself, telling him how much I wanted him. He felt me cum and he grabbed me tightly as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Soon after, I felt him explode within me.


We both lay motionless for a while, we both felt complete now.


He moved to lie down beside me, he held me in his strong arms, I was defiled but I was feeling beautiful. I was madly in love with him. His torments meant pleasure for me. I loved to be at his mercy.


I crawled deeper into his arms, and we kissed passionately. We spoke nothing, we didn’t need to; there was silence punctuated by the sound of wind wheezing though the windows; it brought a wild fragrance along with it. And there was the moonlight pouring in through the slits of a closed window, kissing us as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

It was just amazing.

I had never read something like this till now means It contains every kind of emotion.



I don't even own those words which can praise your creation.

Waiting for more stories like this

 

[Indian Princess]

The Passionate Predator​

No one had seen him before. No one knew about him. No one knew who he was, from where he came, what he did. The only sign of his existence was the creepy feeling one would get when he was around. He was a predator, who lived only to hunt.

Carol had been experiencing this strange kind of feeling since quite a few days for now. She would feel someone following her, but there was no one when she turned around to check out. A strange kind of shadow always seemed to move along wherever she went, right form her bedroom to her office. She did feel like speaking about this to someone, but there was nothing concrete to talk about, just a warning that her sixth sense gave. She could sense someone watching her every moment. It was him. He had an eye on her right since she began to get those strange feelings. For sometime she thought she was hallucinating, but it was his glimpses that she sometimes managed to capture through the corner of her eye. And the next moment, there used to be nothing in sight. A strange fear was developing in her mind. She couldnt foresee that her fears were soon going to take the form of reality. She didn't know that she had become the object of his desire. And his desires grew stronger with every passing moment. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was probably going to stop him.

One night, after work she was returning home in her car. She had a friend on the next seat. The street was rather lonely as the two women were quite late already. Carol suddenly began to get nervous. Christine could already see her sweating and her hands trembling over the steering.

“Are you ok?" she asked.

"He is coming near," was all Carol could say with her trembling lips.

Christine turned back to check out if any vehicle was following. There was no one. “Who is coming near?"

And suddenly they could see a dense fog surround them. Nothing was in sight. Carol stopped the car. She was really apprehensive about something.

“What going on Carol? Let us check." saying this Christine got out of the car. Carol reluctantly followed her. They were wondering how it would suddenly get so foggy. And soon, the fog suddenly was cleared, and revealed a man standing tall and confident. Carol felt the same sinister feeling which she had been getting these days, just that this time the feeling was much stronger. She knew it was the same person who had been haunting her. His aura was familiar. She knew this moment was going to come. She froze in fear.

He was charming by looks, with a body which had a flow of muscles over it. His eyes full of lust and passion were fixed on Carol. He wore a vicious smile on his lips, like the one a predator when he sees his prey right is front of his eyes.

Christine was confused seeing all this. He started advancing towards Carol. Christine tried stopping him. He turned his penetrating look towards Christine; that was enough to send a chill down her spine. She was a pretty girl too, but he was passionate only about Carol. He knocked Christine out with a single blow of his hand. She fell down unconscious. Carol screamed seeing that. She knew she couldn't escape. As he began advancing towards her, she began to take tiny trembling steps backwards, until he was just a few inches away from her and she froze. He heart was beating so fast as it would tear through her chest. He stood still for sometime at that distance from her perhaps just to check her reaction - surrender or rebellion.

In the next few seconds, a strong impulse was generated in the back of her mind to fight, coz if she didn't now fight now, she was almost certainly not going to get a second chance. He was prepared for that. The moment she tried to pounce upon him, she found herself helplessly gripped in his arms. He held both her hands in his one hand and wrapped the other around her body. She struggled with all her strength, like a wild cat, crying and screaming her lungs out. She was under an extreme state of mind; her only concern being to be free from his grip. But he was too strong for her and in spite of her best resistance; she couldn't move away even fractions of millimeters. His grip felt like steel, but he seemed to be holding her with ease. He seemed to be enjoying her weak struggle. In fact those violent jerks of her womanly body rub against his muscular body were turning him on. He held on tighter, just to express how badly he wanted her now.

Carol was crying and begging to let her go, but with his eyes fixed over her and with a smile spread across his lips he just held on tightly, just that, he wasn't trying to drag her anywhere. He just wanted to let her struggle in his arms till all her energies were drained and she would surrender. She tried her best to struggle, scream, cry and beg, but he sincerely had no intentions of letting her go. He was just enjoying her plight. He smiled to himself to see her is such a pitiful condition, when he hadn't even begun to do what he was going to.

Carol finally stopped struggling. She knew there was nothing she could to against him. The only choice she had was to obey him. She sank into his arms exhausted. His smile grew broader to see this. He began to run his fingers softly to her silken hair, and Carol quietly let it happen. She only shut her eyes tighter in defeat, letting a tear drop flow out through the corner of each eye. But her lovely black eyes shot open and he suddenly grabbed a big chunk of her hair, jerking her head backwards. He hands reflexly reached his hand that was holding her hair. It was hurting her, and he knew it. He loved to see her beautiful face wince to the pain, and more tears flowed out of her eyes. He made her bear the pain for sometimes, before he sealed his lips over her trembling lips. Carol jerked at that, she began trembling with fear again, and he held on to her tighter. She could feel his passion in that his kiss, he was kissing her like a wild animal. It was as if he had been hungry for centuries. He wanted her for his pleasure; that was all he knew.

After some time when he was done with kissing her, he suddenly grabbed her neck and maintained firm pressure over both her carotids. A few seconds and she fainted. He let her fall to the ground. Then he knelt to admire the girl lying at his feet. She now looked even more beautiful to his eyes than what he had seen before. She had a beautiful body with lovely womanly curves and a slim waistline. She had those lovely long raven hair, which he already knew, felt like silk. She looked like some fairy as she lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful long eyelashes lining her eyelids, as her clear brown skin was glowing in the silvery moonlight. He was enchanted by her beauty, for a moment, he fell in a kind of trance. Soon he got to work, lifted her up and placed her in his car and drove home.


He carried her gently to his bedroom, where often he had been spending sleepless nights, craving for her and waiting for this very moment. Tonight was the night he was going to satisfy his desires that had been burning in his young heart since a long time. He placed her on his bed and turned to lock the door. They were a place far away from any human settlement. So she was free to scream as much as she wanted. And he wanted to hear everything she has to say about all that he would be doing to her. As she lay there unconscious on the bed, her raven hair spread across the pillow like some dark cloud. He fastened her hands and feet to the bed, put off the lights and opened a window to let a silken moonlight beam enter and light up the room, then came to lie down next to her, softly moving his hands all over her, feeling the reality of something that was once a dream. He wanted her to see and react to his actions, so he was not going to do anything to her in an unconscious state. He waited patiently till she regained consciousness.

An unconscious Carol was looking very innocent. She was actually much more innocent. He already knew this. He had been observing very closely and he had discovered that she was a very loving woman, sweet, naive and charming. He'd rather call her an angel. Carol had perhaps never imagined in the worst of her nightmares that something so bad would happed to her. He was feeling kind of guilty in a corner of his heart, but then he really didn't mean to do anything bad to her. He only wanted to fulfill his desires; he'd be craving for her so badly since many days. He had no intention of hurting her, just that he was passionate about her and if that was going to hurt her, then she must bear that much for him, he thought. But he did have a heart and had promised himself that he would handle her with care and be as gentle as possible.

As all these thoughts were running through his mind, he saw her eyelashes flutter. He smiled and bent forward and kissed her cheek. Carol was disoriented, it took her some times to realize where she was, and the moment she saw him, her hazy eyes shot open. She screamed. She began to struggle with her restraints. They were as strong and stubborn as his grip. Feeling entirely helpless, she began to cry loudly. He took her in his arms and fondled her hair softly. He wiped off her tears with his thumbs and kissed her cheek again.

She was still crying bitterly. Amongst her tears she managed to say, “Who are you, and what do you want from me? Please let me go..I beg you, I wanna go home. Please."

“I am you predator, you are at my mercy now, and you will have to endure everything I do to you. I will use you as I please. You must obey me and satisfy my desires. And that is the purpose of your life." he whispered softly in her ears.

Before she could say anything further, he gave another passionate kiss on her lips. He got on top of her without putting his weight on her and continued fondling her, kissing her just trying to make her comfortable, just telling her to relax. Carol calmed down a bit to this friendly gesture. She relaxed and closed her eyes letting him touch and kiss her. His touch was soothing, but somewhere in her mind she never got over the frustration that she was going to be violated against her will. He continued pacifying her with his bold but graceful touches. But Carol suddenly got apprehensive when his hand moved lower cupping her breast with both his hands. As he applied slight pressure to them, she began to jerk trying to shake his hands off. He then gave her another kiss, to calm her down again. But that didn't seem to work this time. She was still to jerky. Then he didn't care anymore. There were so many things he wanted to do to her; he just couldn't afford to waste his time in just kissing her every now and then.

He then moved lower, raising her top and rubbing his palm on her warm abdomen; that made her all the more nervous. She started screaming and shouting, but he wasn’t really in mood to pamper her too much. All that he did in the beginning was because she genuinely needed to be pacified. But that never gave her the permission to forget that he was the master, and she didn't really have a choice. He then moved his hands to her crotch, and rubbed her pussy trough her pants and proceeded lower to her thighs squeezing them hard. Carol continued struggling very hard and that called in for a punishment. He took a huge knife and pressed its blade under her chin. She winced at the pain and she raised her chin to escape the sharp edge of the knife. With his left thumb, he applied firm pressure over the inner canthus of her eye. It was quite painful and she began to scream, begging him to release the pressure. He made her suffer for quite some time before he released the pressure. Making an eye contact in a stern voice he said, “You better let things happen quietly, otherwise, I can get truly nasty with you. Better bear this in your mind."

With the same knife, he slit her top and revealed a black lacy bra, which covered her full breasts nicely. It had an exotic look, but that was not going to spare it. He was interested in what was beyond it. He tore off the bra using the knife. Her breasts were exposed completely to him. Carol began to weep softly. She was a virgin; she had never been touched at “those" places by a man before. But now she was so helpless before him, she knew she'd better not try to resist now, coz there wasn't much hope of freedom left.

He was spellbound to see her lovely breasts, he eagerly touched them, holding each in one hand and feeling the feathery soft touch of them. He was handling them gently, she was at ease, but she herself couldn't define this feeling of this beautiful male touch against her will. She was both feeling good as well as humiliated. She didn't know how to react to this, but he was doing his work really well. His hands had now begun kneading her breasts, squeezing every inch of flesh over her chest. It wasn't hurting at all, and he could see her nipples already hardening as if to welcome this assault. She shuddered as she felt his lips encircle her right nipple, which was slightly larger than the left. His tongue moved all over the nipple areola, coating it with a thick coat of his saliva. And soon his tongue began tickling her nipple, which he could feel was getting harder. He could hear her moan in surrender. She didn't have a choice other than taking it all silently. She just lay there calm letting her voice express all it wanted to. He had now begun sucking harder, causing a slight discomfort to her, but it wasb't really as painful as all that was going to follow. And in his enthusiastic sucking, he bit it hard in excitement. That made her scream, but before she could recover form the sting of his bite, she felt him giving the same treatment to the other nipple. She could feel her body reacting to his touches; her skin had become more sensitive, even a light touch would make her shiver. He continued assaulting her nipples for quite some time, when he suddenly seemed to lose control and pounced onto her, nibbling, mouthing every inch of her exposed skin. He left on her clear smooth skin many love bites, which he believed which as she would bear on her body for quite a long time, would serve the purpose to reminding her of this night spent with her passionate predator.

He could hardly wait now to undress the lower half of her body. His hands immediately worked on her pants pulling then off revealing a black panty. Carol sighed, in defeat; she knew her impending rape was drawing near with every passing moment. He then turned to her panties and held it between his teeth. With a powerful thrust of his neck, he managed to tear it off completely. Within fractions of the next few seconds, he forced her knees apart to get a clear view of the hole of his desires. Carol was weeping bitterly in humiliation; all that was protecting her dignity was lying on the floor in tatters. He raised her pelvis with one hand and brought her pussy near to his eyes to see it properly. With the fingers of the other hands, he parted her pussy lips and began to observe something that was so private for her. Carol was very thankful to the dim light of the room. But soon his fingers began to feel what he was observing with his eyes. Carol screamed softly and shuddered with every touch, as his fingers insulted her pussy. He smiled when he could feel some wetness on his fingers. He moved all his fingers through her slit, till they were all nicely coated with her juices. He then found her love hole and put one finger inside. That was all he could put in her tight virgin pussy. Carol jerked at this assault. He then began to rub his finger against the walls of her tight pussy; that was making her tremble violently. He smiled to see her expression. He was enjoying it all so much. He was already hard and the thought of his cock consuming this tight virgin hole sent a tingle down his belly.

She was begging him to stop, but he she didn't seemed to be loud enough for him to hear. He was just loving to play with her pussy; it felt so soft, wet and warm. He then look at her pitiful condition and smiled again. Something came into his mind. He let her pussy rest on the bed and he moved towards her mouth. He put the tip of one of his fingers on her cheek and he smiled making a straight eye contact to her. He said, “What do you have to say about this?"

Carol never felt so embarrassed before. Her offender was making her realize, that it is not just him who is guilty. Her body wanted him too. But she knew it was not the case. She was being violated against her will and her pussy was being forced to flow. He slipped one finger inside her mouth and held her firmly by her chin with the other hand. She knew what she had to do. And she was wise not to bite. She knew he wanted to humiliate her by making her taste her own lust. She bore the insult silently.

Now that he had made her lick all his fingers, he could hardly wait to penetrate her. Her pussy was much more gorgeous that what he had thought. It was going to feel like heaven to have his cock squeezed inside her tight pussy. It hardly took him anytime to undress; Carol could hardly see anything in the moonlit chamber, but whatever he looked like was dreadful beyond definition. Out of his clothing, she could see he had a body stronger than what she had thought. The sight of his naked body was truly breathtaking, but the size of his cock made her miss a few heart beats. She froze in horror. She couldn't imagine this monster work its way up her tiny virgin pussy. She began to jerk frantically, screaming and begging him to spare her. She had become hysterical, flexing all her muscles trying all her strength against her restraints. He could understand her fears. But he knew how to calm her down. Fucking her in such a condition was a piece of cake for him, but just that it'd be painful beyond imagination for her. He did care about this lovely innocent girl. He gently got on top of her, allowing his weight to hold her down, making it difficult for her to move.

He then held her head between his palms and whispered softly in her ears, “Relax sweetheart! Calm down, I'll be gentle with you I promise. I'll try to make it least painful."

“Please..."she begged with tearful eyes, “Please...let me go...please...I can't take this. Please ...have mercy."

“You can take it honey, and you will, coz you don't have a choice," saying this, his kissed he deeply not allowing her to speak anything further.

He started licking and nibbling every inch of her skin in an attempt to make her ready to receive his cock. He moved lower crossing her neck and the already assaulted breasts. His kisses were real passionate, they began to carry her into his world of desires, awakening her won. She could feel her body arch to his touches, and she was beginning to surrender to the wishes of her body. She closed her eyes allowing her skin to feel all that her predator wanted her to feel. She could feel her pussy juices flow. She wasn't crying or screaming anymore. She had surrendered herself completely to the man; preparing herself to be used by him to satisfy himself, and to derive all the pleasure he wanted from her body. And she knew that was her fate, she didn't wish to rebel anymore. He moved lower licking her flat abdomen and leaving a love bite a little below her belly button. And then he reached her pussy, but this time he didn't require much strength to part her legs, nor did he require to hold then apart. Placing both his palms on her inner thighs, he brought his lips very close to her pussy. He paused for a moment to breathe in her scent, and in a go his lips were on her pussy, his tongue teasing her clitoris. That was making her shudder, but she just let everything happen. He was gentle initially, but later as the excitements built up in his body he began to wildly eat her pussy. He could hear her moan and that was like music to his ears. He was now out of control, and now there was nothing that was going to stop him. After drinking her pussy juices, he was all set for the final moment.

He positioned himself between her legs. Carol could now feel the tip of his monster trying to push through her. Her virginity was preventing it form entering. He pushed with a small thrust and the head made its way in. Carol screamed, though it was only the head, it hurt like hell. And another thrust pushed another inch inside. She could feel her pussy walls stretch with every invading inch. Slowly he pushed, and but now half of his cock was in her, and the tightness of her pussy now made him lose control and he lost whatever patience he had. With the next thrust, he pushed the whole of his length inside her. The pain was excruciating, much more than she had imagined. He screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even through the jungle surrounding the house. Perhaps this was her loudest scream ever. To be inside her was more blissful that he had thought, he could feel a nice tight, warm and wet pussy all around his manhood, and he though perhaps these are the pleasures of the heaven. He withdrew it a little only to ram it back into her with a greater force, making her let out a louder scream. She felt like her pussy was being stabbed. But she was completely helpless. He began to give repeated thrusts; it hurt a lot for the first few times, but then her pussy made provisions to make things a bit more comfortable for her. The increasing wetness reduced the friction, and this facilitated him to increase the speed too. Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. This erotic excitement had now made him lose whatever was left of his humanity. He only knew that he wanted to fuck her hard, drain off every bit of pleasure form her body. He didn't bother to care for her anymore.

Carol could feel this change in him. That was all the more terrifying for her. All she could do to escape the pain was to surrender. She let her body be handled by him the way he felt like. She submitted to his pleasures. And soon she could feel something tingling in her pussy. It grew stronger with every passing moment and finally she felt a frantic wave run through her whole body. She began to convulse in orgasm and her pussy tightened around his manhood. He was pleased to see her cum. But he didn't stop fucking her. He went on till he began to feel a similar tingle. With that her grabbed her body hard in both is hands, and began to fuck her with all his strength. She felt as if he was trying to fit the whole of his body in her pussy. His cock was shuddering but she didn't realize that he was about to cum. She came to know only when he had already shot a huge load inside her. Her pussy could feel the warm fluid fill it. A couple of thrusts more and he collapsed on her. He held her head in his arms and kissed her lips. Then her moved lower to his neck and bit her hard there. He rested his head on her breasts for a while, and they both lie motionless. There was complete silence.

Carol broke the silence.“Please let me go now." she said.

“What made you think I was done with you?" was the reply.

Carol look at him in horror. Just one fuck had made her so weak; she thought she'd die if she was fucked again.

“You are too lovely to satisfy me with just one fuck. I want another one, and I will have it."

Carol was crying bitterly. He held her in her arms and said, “Relax baby, and stop crying now. You are no more a virgin. And I have already fucked you once. So a second fuck shouldn't really make a difference to you."

Carol didn't like the idea, but she knew there was no use fighting. And he was right; she really didn't have anything to lose now.

He released her hands as he was sure that she had neither strength nor reason to fight anymore. He held her by the back of her neck and made her bend over his cock, “Suck it clean and made me hard again." was his order.

Carol had never done this before. She reluctantly took it is her mouth, trying her best not to enrage him now. She moved her trembling lips over the shaft, just the half of it and it hit her gag reflex. He still held her neck firmly not allowing her to take it out. She started licking his cock, she could taste his cum along with the tragic remains if her virginity. That made her cry.

“What are you doing? Suck it harder!" he grunted.

She obeyed immediately with the fear of the entire length being rammed into her mouth as it did in her pussy. She started sucking with all her strength, with her tongue massaging the shaft. He tried pushing it deeper, but he realized that she was uncomfortable. Taking a little bit of pity this time, he withdrew a little. She could feel him harden again in her mouth. He released the pressure over her neck and she took the cock out of her mouth. Then she spontaneously began licking the entire length as she had not been able to take it in her mouth. She gave him a thorough cleaning. That made him smile. He gave her a loving hug and a kiss for that.

“Now," he said, “Since you have been such a good girl, I want to see how you can fuck yourself. Get on top of my and ride my cock. Guide it all the way into your pussy. Come on!"

Carol found it extremely humiliating. Only a whore could do such a thing she thought.

Gathering courage she said, “No, please not this."

He didn't even look at her. And suddenly she felt a backhand strike against her face bruising it badly. She was almost blacked out.

“Did you say something?" he asked so inquisitively as if nothing had happened.

Carol didn't dare to speak another word. She just nodded in negation.

“Then get to work!" he ordered.

Reluctantly Carol positioned her pussy over his cock. With trembling hands she held the cock and began to push it into her. It was not easy. It was still painful. But she didn't dare to disobey. Tears of humiliation were flowing down her cheeks as his green eyes were fixed on her face, enjoying her insult. She managed to get just the tip of it into her, and looked at him asking if it was enough.

“What? You call that enough? Damn, I want the entire length inside you, do you understand, the entire length!" he shouted.

A tearful Carol slowly began to allow the cock slide in under her weight, but it was really hurting her. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her pussy down against her cock, pushing the entre length into her. She screamed again.

“Hmmm that's my girl. Now ride it. Slide it in and out. Come on quick!"

She did as he said, though she wasn't doing it well, she tried her best to obey him. He understood that she really won't be able to make him cum if she rides at this rate. He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and began fucking her wildly as he had dome before. He had put his full weight on her this time. She was almost crushed. He continued fucking her with thrusts wilder than the ones before. Carol felt that he had fuck her brains out. She felt his cock pulsate again in a similar way. This time she knew he was going to cum. He went wild again, and this time he just grabbed her by her neck as he came. She could hear the masculine moans, sounded like some mad wild animal. She was already choking by the amount of pressure he applied on her neck. She though he was going to kill her.

He released the pressure over her neck, and she lay there gasping for breath. Before she could recover completely, she felt him again over her kissing and nibbling her passionately. She was not sure what he was going to do next. But she could see both satisfaction and a wild pleasure in his eyes. They kind of growled to see her plight. She was completely disheveled. He had drained her dry.

She looked at him looking for what he was going to do next. He reached for the knife and suddenly grabbed her by her hair and held it near her neck. She began to tremble with fear.

“It was nice fucking you," he said touching the sharp edge of the knife on her neck, “I guess you need some rest. Come on now, let me put you to sleep."

Carol began to weep bitterly. “Please don't kill me, please. I beg you please...I promise I won't tell about this to anyone."

He held her hair tighter and slit the skin of her neck.

She closed her eyes, preparing to die. She made one last plea, “Please don't."

And he granted it. He pushed her onto the bed, with her neck wound bleeding, but he had just cut the skin, and not caused any serious injury.

“Ok I won't kill you. Go home!"

Carol looked at him in astonishment. Yet she fell at his feet to thank him. She smiled weakly. But her smile was short lived.

“Go home for now. But you will come to me on your own and get fucked whenever I call you. This is what I want in return for sparing your life," he said, “I can very well lock you up in a dark room for the rest of your life, and fuck you everyday. I am being kind to you by not depriving you of your freedom. But if you fail to obey my orders, or try to talk about me to anyone, you will never escape me. And if you make me come after you, next time you won't go home alive."

Carol was shocked. But she could do nothing but cry at her helplessness.

“Now leave." he said.

"But," she said, "Please give me something to put on."

"Walk home naked," he ordered.

“No!" she screamed, “Please don't humiliate me like this. Please have mercy."

“Mercy? I am letting you go home alive isn't that enough of mercy for you? Are you sorry for not being dead?"

She didn't utter a word after that. Just got up silently and made it to the door. She just hoped to reach home before sunrise.

 

[Indian Princess]

Story behind The Passionate Predator

Written 11 years ago, this story was the first erotic story I ever wrote. This story was the original draft of my story "Dark Seduction" which was a more detailed version of this little trinket.

 

[Indian Princess]

It was just amazing.

I had never read something like this till now means It contains every kind of emotion.



I don't even own those words which can praise your creation.

Waiting for more stories like this

Thanks for your kind words

Appreciation from readers like you keeps me encouraged to keep writing.

 

[Ristrcted]

The Passionate Predator​

No one had seen him before. No one knew about him. No one knew who he was, from where he came, what he did. The only sign of his existence was the creepy feeling one would get when he was around. He was a predator, who lived only to hunt.

Carol had been experiencing this strange kind of feeling since quite a few days for now. She would feel someone following her, but there was no one when she turned around to check out. A strange kind of shadow always seemed to move along wherever she went, right form her bedroom to her office. She did feel like speaking about this to someone, but there was nothing concrete to talk about, just a warning that her sixth sense gave. She could sense someone watching her every moment. It was him. He had an eye on her right since she began to get those strange feelings. For sometime she thought she was hallucinating, but it was his glimpses that she sometimes managed to capture through the corner of her eye. And the next moment, there used to be nothing in sight. A strange fear was developing in her mind. She couldnt foresee that her fears were soon going to take the form of reality. She didn't know that she had become the object of his desire. And his desires grew stronger with every passing moment. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was probably going to stop him.

One night, after work she was returning home in her car. She had a friend on the next seat. The street was rather lonely as the two women were quite late already. Carol suddenly began to get nervous. Christine could already see her sweating and her hands trembling over the steering.

“Are you ok?" she asked.

"He is coming near," was all Carol could say with her trembling lips.

Christine turned back to check out if any vehicle was following. There was no one. “Who is coming near?"

And suddenly they could see a dense fog surround them. Nothing was in sight. Carol stopped the car. She was really apprehensive about something.

“What going on Carol? Let us check." saying this Christine got out of the car. Carol reluctantly followed her. They were wondering how it would suddenly get so foggy. And soon, the fog suddenly was cleared, and revealed a man standing tall and confident. Carol felt the same sinister feeling which she had been getting these days, just that this time the feeling was much stronger. She knew it was the same person who had been haunting her. His aura was familiar. She knew this moment was going to come. She froze in fear.

He was charming by looks, with a body which had a flow of muscles over it. His eyes full of lust and passion were fixed on Carol. He wore a vicious smile on his lips, like the one a predator when he sees his prey right is front of his eyes.

Christine was confused seeing all this. He started advancing towards Carol. Christine tried stopping him. He turned his penetrating look towards Christine; that was enough to send a chill down her spine. She was a pretty girl too, but he was passionate only about Carol. He knocked Christine out with a single blow of his hand. She fell down unconscious. Carol screamed seeing that. She knew she couldn't escape. As he began advancing towards her, she began to take tiny trembling steps backwards, until he was just a few inches away from her and she froze. He heart was beating so fast as it would tear through her chest. He stood still for sometime at that distance from her perhaps just to check her reaction - surrender or rebellion.

In the next few seconds, a strong impulse was generated in the back of her mind to fight, coz if she didn't now fight now, she was almost certainly not going to get a second chance. He was prepared for that. The moment she tried to pounce upon him, she found herself helplessly gripped in his arms. He held both her hands in his one hand and wrapped the other around her body. She struggled with all her strength, like a wild cat, crying and screaming her lungs out. She was under an extreme state of mind; her only concern being to be free from his grip. But he was too strong for her and in spite of her best resistance; she couldn't move away even fractions of millimeters. His grip felt like steel, but he seemed to be holding her with ease. He seemed to be enjoying her weak struggle. In fact those violent jerks of her womanly body rub against his muscular body were turning him on. He held on tighter, just to express how badly he wanted her now.

Carol was crying and begging to let her go, but with his eyes fixed over her and with a smile spread across his lips he just held on tightly, just that, he wasn't trying to drag her anywhere. He just wanted to let her struggle in his arms till all her energies were drained and she would surrender. She tried her best to struggle, scream, cry and beg, but he sincerely had no intentions of letting her go. He was just enjoying her plight. He smiled to himself to see her is such a pitiful condition, when he hadn't even begun to do what he was going to.

Carol finally stopped struggling. She knew there was nothing she could to against him. The only choice she had was to obey him. She sank into his arms exhausted. His smile grew broader to see this. He began to run his fingers softly to her silken hair, and Carol quietly let it happen. She only shut her eyes tighter in defeat, letting a tear drop flow out through the corner of each eye. But her lovely black eyes shot open and he suddenly grabbed a big chunk of her hair, jerking her head backwards. He hands reflexly reached his hand that was holding her hair. It was hurting her, and he knew it. He loved to see her beautiful face wince to the pain, and more tears flowed out of her eyes. He made her bear the pain for sometimes, before he sealed his lips over her trembling lips. Carol jerked at that, she began trembling with fear again, and he held on to her tighter. She could feel his passion in that his kiss, he was kissing her like a wild animal. It was as if he had been hungry for centuries. He wanted her for his pleasure; that was all he knew.

After some time when he was done with kissing her, he suddenly grabbed her neck and maintained firm pressure over both her carotids. A few seconds and she fainted. He let her fall to the ground. Then he knelt to admire the girl lying at his feet. She now looked even more beautiful to his eyes than what he had seen before. She had a beautiful body with lovely womanly curves and a slim waistline. She had those lovely long raven hair, which he already knew, felt like silk. She looked like some fairy as she lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful long eyelashes lining her eyelids, as her clear brown skin was glowing in the silvery moonlight. He was enchanted by her beauty, for a moment, he fell in a kind of trance. Soon he got to work, lifted her up and placed her in his car and drove home.


He carried her gently to his bedroom, where often he had been spending sleepless nights, craving for her and waiting for this very moment. Tonight was the night he was going to satisfy his desires that had been burning in his young heart since a long time. He placed her on his bed and turned to lock the door. They were a place far away from any human settlement. So she was free to scream as much as she wanted. And he wanted to hear everything she has to say about all that he would be doing to her. As she lay there unconscious on the bed, her raven hair spread across the pillow like some dark cloud. He fastened her hands and feet to the bed, put off the lights and opened a window to let a silken moonlight beam enter and light up the room, then came to lie down next to her, softly moving his hands all over her, feeling the reality of something that was once a dream. He wanted her to see and react to his actions, so he was not going to do anything to her in an unconscious state. He waited patiently till she regained consciousness.

An unconscious Carol was looking very innocent. She was actually much more innocent. He already knew this. He had been observing very closely and he had discovered that she was a very loving woman, sweet, naive and charming. He'd rather call her an angel. Carol had perhaps never imagined in the worst of her nightmares that something so bad would happed to her. He was feeling kind of guilty in a corner of his heart, but then he really didn't mean to do anything bad to her. He only wanted to fulfill his desires; he'd be craving for her so badly since many days. He had no intention of hurting her, just that he was passionate about her and if that was going to hurt her, then she must bear that much for him, he thought. But he did have a heart and had promised himself that he would handle her with care and be as gentle as possible.

As all these thoughts were running through his mind, he saw her eyelashes flutter. He smiled and bent forward and kissed her cheek. Carol was disoriented, it took her some times to realize where she was, and the moment she saw him, her hazy eyes shot open. She screamed. She began to struggle with her restraints. They were as strong and stubborn as his grip. Feeling entirely helpless, she began to cry loudly. He took her in his arms and fondled her hair softly. He wiped off her tears with his thumbs and kissed her cheek again.

She was still crying bitterly. Amongst her tears she managed to say, “Who are you, and what do you want from me? Please let me go..I beg you, I wanna go home. Please."

“I am you predator, you are at my mercy now, and you will have to endure everything I do to you. I will use you as I please. You must obey me and satisfy my desires. And that is the purpose of your life." he whispered softly in her ears.

Before she could say anything further, he gave another passionate kiss on her lips. He got on top of her without putting his weight on her and continued fondling her, kissing her just trying to make her comfortable, just telling her to relax. Carol calmed down a bit to this friendly gesture. She relaxed and closed her eyes letting him touch and kiss her. His touch was soothing, but somewhere in her mind she never got over the frustration that she was going to be violated against her will. He continued pacifying her with his bold but graceful touches. But Carol suddenly got apprehensive when his hand moved lower cupping her breast with both his hands. As he applied slight pressure to them, she began to jerk trying to shake his hands off. He then gave her another kiss, to calm her down again. But that didn't seem to work this time. She was still to jerky. Then he didn't care anymore. There were so many things he wanted to do to her; he just couldn't afford to waste his time in just kissing her every now and then.

He then moved lower, raising her top and rubbing his palm on her warm abdomen; that made her all the more nervous. She started screaming and shouting, but he wasn’t really in mood to pamper her too much. All that he did in the beginning was because she genuinely needed to be pacified. But that never gave her the permission to forget that he was the master, and she didn't really have a choice. He then moved his hands to her crotch, and rubbed her pussy trough her pants and proceeded lower to her thighs squeezing them hard. Carol continued struggling very hard and that called in for a punishment. He took a huge knife and pressed its blade under her chin. She winced at the pain and she raised her chin to escape the sharp edge of the knife. With his left thumb, he applied firm pressure over the inner canthus of her eye. It was quite painful and she began to scream, begging him to release the pressure. He made her suffer for quite some time before he released the pressure. Making an eye contact in a stern voice he said, “You better let things happen quietly, otherwise, I can get truly nasty with you. Better bear this in your mind."

With the same knife, he slit her top and revealed a black lacy bra, which covered her full breasts nicely. It had an exotic look, but that was not going to spare it. He was interested in what was beyond it. He tore off the bra using the knife. Her breasts were exposed completely to him. Carol began to weep softly. She was a virgin; she had never been touched at “those" places by a man before. But now she was so helpless before him, she knew she'd better not try to resist now, coz there wasn't much hope of freedom left.

He was spellbound to see her lovely breasts, he eagerly touched them, holding each in one hand and feeling the feathery soft touch of them. He was handling them gently, she was at ease, but she herself couldn't define this feeling of this beautiful male touch against her will. She was both feeling good as well as humiliated. She didn't know how to react to this, but he was doing his work really well. His hands had now begun kneading her breasts, squeezing every inch of flesh over her chest. It wasn't hurting at all, and he could see her nipples already hardening as if to welcome this assault. She shuddered as she felt his lips encircle her right nipple, which was slightly larger than the left. His tongue moved all over the nipple areola, coating it with a thick coat of his saliva. And soon his tongue began tickling her nipple, which he could feel was getting harder. He could hear her moan in surrender. She didn't have a choice other than taking it all silently. She just lay there calm letting her voice express all it wanted to. He had now begun sucking harder, causing a slight discomfort to her, but it wasb't really as painful as all that was going to follow. And in his enthusiastic sucking, he bit it hard in excitement. That made her scream, but before she could recover form the sting of his bite, she felt him giving the same treatment to the other nipple. She could feel her body reacting to his touches; her skin had become more sensitive, even a light touch would make her shiver. He continued assaulting her nipples for quite some time, when he suddenly seemed to lose control and pounced onto her, nibbling, mouthing every inch of her exposed skin. He left on her clear smooth skin many love bites, which he believed which as she would bear on her body for quite a long time, would serve the purpose to reminding her of this night spent with her passionate predator.

He could hardly wait now to undress the lower half of her body. His hands immediately worked on her pants pulling then off revealing a black panty. Carol sighed, in defeat; she knew her impending rape was drawing near with every passing moment. He then turned to her panties and held it between his teeth. With a powerful thrust of his neck, he managed to tear it off completely. Within fractions of the next few seconds, he forced her knees apart to get a clear view of the hole of his desires. Carol was weeping bitterly in humiliation; all that was protecting her dignity was lying on the floor in tatters. He raised her pelvis with one hand and brought her pussy near to his eyes to see it properly. With the fingers of the other hands, he parted her pussy lips and began to observe something that was so private for her. Carol was very thankful to the dim light of the room. But soon his fingers began to feel what he was observing with his eyes. Carol screamed softly and shuddered with every touch, as his fingers insulted her pussy. He smiled when he could feel some wetness on his fingers. He moved all his fingers through her slit, till they were all nicely coated with her juices. He then found her love hole and put one finger inside. That was all he could put in her tight virgin pussy. Carol jerked at this assault. He then began to rub his finger against the walls of her tight pussy; that was making her tremble violently. He smiled to see her expression. He was enjoying it all so much. He was already hard and the thought of his cock consuming this tight virgin hole sent a tingle down his belly.

She was begging him to stop, but he she didn't seemed to be loud enough for him to hear. He was just loving to play with her pussy; it felt so soft, wet and warm. He then look at her pitiful condition and smiled again. Something came into his mind. He let her pussy rest on the bed and he moved towards her mouth. He put the tip of one of his fingers on her cheek and he smiled making a straight eye contact to her. He said, “What do you have to say about this?"

Carol never felt so embarrassed before. Her offender was making her realize, that it is not just him who is guilty. Her body wanted him too. But she knew it was not the case. She was being violated against her will and her pussy was being forced to flow. He slipped one finger inside her mouth and held her firmly by her chin with the other hand. She knew what she had to do. And she was wise not to bite. She knew he wanted to humiliate her by making her taste her own lust. She bore the insult silently.

Now that he had made her lick all his fingers, he could hardly wait to penetrate her. Her pussy was much more gorgeous that what he had thought. It was going to feel like heaven to have his cock squeezed inside her tight pussy. It hardly took him anytime to undress; Carol could hardly see anything in the moonlit chamber, but whatever he looked like was dreadful beyond definition. Out of his clothing, she could see he had a body stronger than what she had thought. The sight of his naked body was truly breathtaking, but the size of his cock made her miss a few heart beats. She froze in horror. She couldn't imagine this monster work its way up her tiny virgin pussy. She began to jerk frantically, screaming and begging him to spare her. She had become hysterical, flexing all her muscles trying all her strength against her restraints. He could understand her fears. But he knew how to calm her down. Fucking her in such a condition was a piece of cake for him, but just that it'd be painful beyond imagination for her. He did care about this lovely innocent girl. He gently got on top of her, allowing his weight to hold her down, making it difficult for her to move.

He then held her head between his palms and whispered softly in her ears, “Relax sweetheart! Calm down, I'll be gentle with you I promise. I'll try to make it least painful."

“Please..."she begged with tearful eyes, “Please...let me go...please...I can't take this. Please ...have mercy."

“You can take it honey, and you will, coz you don't have a choice," saying this, his kissed he deeply not allowing her to speak anything further.

He started licking and nibbling every inch of her skin in an attempt to make her ready to receive his cock. He moved lower crossing her neck and the already assaulted breasts. His kisses were real passionate, they began to carry her into his world of desires, awakening her won. She could feel her body arch to his touches, and she was beginning to surrender to the wishes of her body. She closed her eyes allowing her skin to feel all that her predator wanted her to feel. She could feel her pussy juices flow. She wasn't crying or screaming anymore. She had surrendered herself completely to the man; preparing herself to be used by him to satisfy himself, and to derive all the pleasure he wanted from her body. And she knew that was her fate, she didn't wish to rebel anymore. He moved lower licking her flat abdomen and leaving a love bite a little below her belly button. And then he reached her pussy, but this time he didn't require much strength to part her legs, nor did he require to hold then apart. Placing both his palms on her inner thighs, he brought his lips very close to her pussy. He paused for a moment to breathe in her scent, and in a go his lips were on her pussy, his tongue teasing her clitoris. That was making her shudder, but she just let everything happen. He was gentle initially, but later as the excitements built up in his body he began to wildly eat her pussy. He could hear her moan and that was like music to his ears. He was now out of control, and now there was nothing that was going to stop him. After drinking her pussy juices, he was all set for the final moment.

He positioned himself between her legs. Carol could now feel the tip of his monster trying to push through her. Her virginity was preventing it form entering. He pushed with a small thrust and the head made its way in. Carol screamed, though it was only the head, it hurt like hell. And another thrust pushed another inch inside. She could feel her pussy walls stretch with every invading inch. Slowly he pushed, and but now half of his cock was in her, and the tightness of her pussy now made him lose control and he lost whatever patience he had. With the next thrust, he pushed the whole of his length inside her. The pain was excruciating, much more than she had imagined. He screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even through the jungle surrounding the house. Perhaps this was her loudest scream ever. To be inside her was more blissful that he had thought, he could feel a nice tight, warm and wet pussy all around his manhood, and he though perhaps these are the pleasures of the heaven. He withdrew it a little only to ram it back into her with a greater force, making her let out a louder scream. She felt like her pussy was being stabbed. But she was completely helpless. He began to give repeated thrusts; it hurt a lot for the first few times, but then her pussy made provisions to make things a bit more comfortable for her. The increasing wetness reduced the friction, and this facilitated him to increase the speed too. Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. This erotic excitement had now made him lose whatever was left of his humanity. He only knew that he wanted to fuck her hard, drain off every bit of pleasure form her body. He didn't bother to care for her anymore.

Carol could feel this change in him. That was all the more terrifying for her. All she could do to escape the pain was to surrender. She let her body be handled by him the way he felt like. She submitted to his pleasures. And soon she could feel something tingling in her pussy. It grew stronger with every passing moment and finally she felt a frantic wave run through her whole body. She began to convulse in orgasm and her pussy tightened around his manhood. He was pleased to see her cum. But he didn't stop fucking her. He went on till he began to feel a similar tingle. With that her grabbed her body hard in both is hands, and began to fuck her with all his strength. She felt as if he was trying to fit the whole of his body in her pussy. His cock was shuddering but she didn't realize that he was about to cum. She came to know only when he had already shot a huge load inside her. Her pussy could feel the warm fluid fill it. A couple of thrusts more and he collapsed on her. He held her head in his arms and kissed her lips. Then her moved lower to his neck and bit her hard there. He rested his head on her breasts for a while, and they both lie motionless. There was complete silence.

Carol broke the silence.“Please let me go now." she said.

“What made you think I was done with you?" was the reply.

Carol look at him in horror. Just one fuck had made her so weak; she thought she'd die if she was fucked again.

“You are too lovely to satisfy me with just one fuck. I want another one, and I will have it."

Carol was crying bitterly. He held her in her arms and said, “Relax baby, and stop crying now. You are no more a virgin. And I have already fucked you once. So a second fuck shouldn't really make a difference to you."

Carol didn't like the idea, but she knew there was no use fighting. And he was right; she really didn't have anything to lose now.

He released her hands as he was sure that she had neither strength nor reason to fight anymore. He held her by the back of her neck and made her bend over his cock, “Suck it clean and made me hard again." was his order.

Carol had never done this before. She reluctantly took it is her mouth, trying her best not to enrage him now. She moved her trembling lips over the shaft, just the half of it and it hit her gag reflex. He still held her neck firmly not allowing her to take it out. She started licking his cock, she could taste his cum along with the tragic remains if her virginity. That made her cry.

“What are you doing? Suck it harder!" he grunted.

She obeyed immediately with the fear of the entire length being rammed into her mouth as it did in her pussy. She started sucking with all her strength, with her tongue massaging the shaft. He tried pushing it deeper, but he realized that she was uncomfortable. Taking a little bit of pity this time, he withdrew a little. She could feel him harden again in her mouth. He released the pressure over her neck and she took the cock out of her mouth. Then she spontaneously began licking the entire length as she had not been able to take it in her mouth. She gave him a thorough cleaning. That made him smile. He gave her a loving hug and a kiss for that.

“Now," he said, “Since you have been such a good girl, I want to see how you can fuck yourself. Get on top of my and ride my cock. Guide it all the way into your pussy. Come on!"

Carol found it extremely humiliating. Only a whore could do such a thing she thought.

Gathering courage she said, “No, please not this."

He didn't even look at her. And suddenly she felt a backhand strike against her face bruising it badly. She was almost blacked out.

“Did you say something?" he asked so inquisitively as if nothing had happened.

Carol didn't dare to speak another word. She just nodded in negation.

“Then get to work!" he ordered.

Reluctantly Carol positioned her pussy over his cock. With trembling hands she held the cock and began to push it into her. It was not easy. It was still painful. But she didn't dare to disobey. Tears of humiliation were flowing down her cheeks as his green eyes were fixed on her face, enjoying her insult. She managed to get just the tip of it into her, and looked at him asking if it was enough.

“What? You call that enough? Damn, I want the entire length inside you, do you understand, the entire length!" he shouted.

A tearful Carol slowly began to allow the cock slide in under her weight, but it was really hurting her. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her pussy down against her cock, pushing the entre length into her. She screamed again.

“Hmmm that's my girl. Now ride it. Slide it in and out. Come on quick!"

She did as he said, though she wasn't doing it well, she tried her best to obey him. He understood that she really won't be able to make him cum if she rides at this rate. He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and began fucking her wildly as he had dome before. He had put his full weight on her this time. She was almost crushed. He continued fucking her with thrusts wilder than the ones before. Carol felt that he had fuck her brains out. She felt his cock pulsate again in a similar way. This time she knew he was going to cum. He went wild again, and this time he just grabbed her by her neck as he came. She could hear the masculine moans, sounded like some mad wild animal. She was already choking by the amount of pressure he applied on her neck. She though he was going to kill her.

He released the pressure over her neck, and she lay there gasping for breath. Before she could recover completely, she felt him again over her kissing and nibbling her passionately. She was not sure what he was going to do next. But she could see both satisfaction and a wild pleasure in his eyes. They kind of growled to see her plight. She was completely disheveled. He had drained her dry.

She looked at him looking for what he was going to do next. He reached for the knife and suddenly grabbed her by her hair and held it near her neck. She began to tremble with fear.

“It was nice fucking you," he said touching the sharp edge of the knife on her neck, “I guess you need some rest. Come on now, let me put you to sleep."

Carol began to weep bitterly. “Please don't kill me, please. I beg you please...I promise I won't tell about this to anyone."

He held her hair tighter and slit the skin of her neck.

She closed her eyes, preparing to die. She made one last plea, “Please don't."

And he granted it. He pushed her onto the bed, with her neck wound bleeding, but he had just cut the skin, and not caused any serious injury.

“Ok I won't kill you. Go home!"

Carol looked at him in astonishment. Yet she fell at his feet to thank him. She smiled weakly. But her smile was short lived.

“Go home for now. But you will come to me on your own and get fucked whenever I call you. This is what I want in return for sparing your life," he said, “I can very well lock you up in a dark room for the rest of your life, and fuck you everyday. I am being kind to you by not depriving you of your freedom. But if you fail to obey my orders, or try to talk about me to anyone, you will never escape me. And if you make me come after you, next time you won't go home alive."

Carol was shocked. But she could do nothing but cry at her helplessness.

“Now leave." he said.

"But," she said, "Please give me something to put on."

"Walk home naked," he ordered.

“No!" she screamed, “Please don't humiliate me like this. Please have mercy."

“Mercy? I am letting you go home alive isn't that enough of mercy for you? Are you sorry for not being dead?"

She didn't utter a word after that. Just got up silently and made it to the door. She just hoped to reach home before sunrise.

Amazing it was amazing

I can't explain my feelings while reading this one.

Firsty I got vibes like it is a horror story like Slenderman type but after reading the whole I was amazed means you just wrote it in a manner that anyone can be fan of your writing

Waiting for more stories like this

 

[Indian Princess]

Black Mirror​

It was a cold winter night. The sound of the roaring cold wind tore through the silence of the night. It was just as cold and bitter as Nandini’s life had become. The 45 year old woman sat in the room of her bungalow sipping wine. Her face was weary, not so much from age as much from grief. Another tear drop rolled down her cheek from her red swollen eyes. The grief of losing her young son was tearing her heart apart. It was like the world had ended for her, at least everything that was good about the world was over. All she was left with was immense anguish due to her loss and bitterness for her daughter Ayesha.

She could hear her daughter singing in the next room. Her voice stung Nandini’s ears like poison darts. She tried not to react but couldn’t hold herself back for too long. She got up and stormed into her daughter’s room.

“So you are very happy after killing my Nishant, aren’t you?” Nandini said bitterly.

Ayesha was visibly hurt. “Why do you keep saying that mom?” she said with a distressed expression, “I didn’t kill him.”

“Don’t dare you call me Mom!” Nandini growled, “I am not your mom, hell, I despise that creature that gave birth to you. I brought you to my house, hoping to give you and a good life, and in return you ruined mine! I should have brought home a dog instead.”

Ayesha broke into tears. “Please don’t say that mom” she said.

“Save you fake tears and drama for someone who believes your gibberish.” Nandini said and left the room.

Nandini went back to her room. She looked at her empty glass and yelled, “Bertha! Get me another bottle.”

A faithful maid brought in another bottle of wine for her, and poured some of it into her glass.

“May I say something Mistress?” Bertha humbly asked.

“What is it?” Nandini said.

“It is indeed sad, what happened to Nishant. But I feel you shouldn’t blame Ayesha for it. I have served in this household for seventeen years. From what I know about Ayesha, she is a good girl and would not have deliberately hurt anyone. Even the police investigation confirmed that Nishant’s death was an accident. He tripped and hit his head against the table, the wound was such, the police had clearly ruled out the possibility of murder. Besides, Nishant was physically much stronger for Ayesha to have hurt him. His death was an unfortunate accident.” Bertha said.

Nandini was furious to hear that. “What do you mean accident?” she shouted, “That bitch Ayesha killed him. I was at home that day. I heard his scream and went upstairs. She was in the same room with him, God knows what she was doing there. That shameless bitch would have shed all dignity and opened her legs for him. Nishant often told me how she made lewd gestures and how desperately that slut wanted to bed him. And when she failed to seduce him, she killed him. She wanted the property and I know she’d do anything for that. That’s how these lowlife bitches show their true colors when raised in a wealthy family..”

Nandini took a long pause after that and continued. “He was my son Bertha, my only son! Do you know how it feels like to lose a young child? That day I saw him lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on his head, I held him in my arms and he pointed towards Ayesha, and he died before he could say anything” Nandini broke into tears, “He died in my arms, in these very arms and I could do nothing about it...he pointed at her before dying, people don’t lie in their last moments...I am sure she...”

“I am really sorry Mistress” Bertha interrupted, “But you must overcome it. Ayesha needs you. She has been very depressed lately. She sings because it helps her lighten the burden of her heart. But she is just an innocent little girl who craves for the love of her mother. Please don’t let grief and bitterness get the better of you, blaming Ayesha for what happened will not get you your son back, it will only take your daughter away from you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Nandini yelled, “I don’t need any fucking piece of advice from you. You are a fucking servant, and you’d better mind your place. Now get lost and don’t show me your face again.”

Bertha quietly left the room leaving Nandini with her bitterness and grief. Nandini sat back on the chair and tried to think about the happy times, when everything was beautiful, there was sunshine and hope for her bright future. Nandini was happily married to a wealthy man, and a son was born soon after their marriage. Her second pregnancy however led to miscarriage and a complication such that she wouldn’t be able to bear anymore children. Nandini was grieving the loss of her unborn child. Her husband was a kind hearted person and craved for a daughter. After Nandini’s miscarriage he discussed with her regarding adoption a daughter. Nandini gladly accepted and Ayesha came into the family. Everything was so peaceful, like a dream, till the dream was rudely disrupted by the sudden death of Nandini’s husband. She now has the responsibility of two children, which she found more and more burdening with each passing day. She was unable to feel the same for Ayesha, and gradually distanced herself from the orphan. Now times were so hard for her, losing the people she loved the most. It was so painful and she was so tired. She fell asleep.

Next morning Nandini was rudely awoken but a gust of strong cold wind blowing through her window. The wind was so strong it flung the window open. It was getting colder, even the sun couldn’t bring any warmth. Perhaps when there is so much coldness in human hearts, there is nothing much the elements can do.

Nandini walked out of her room and nearly froze at what she saw. A gentle stream of red liquid was flowing out of Ayesha’s room. She opened the door to find her lying in a pool of her own blood flowing out of her slit wrists. Ayesha’s body was cold, just like Nandini’s heart.

Nearby Nandini found an envelope the read “Mom”

With a trembling hand, she opened it and began to read the letter within it.



Dear Mom,

I know you don’t like it when I call you Mom, but please don’t be angry, perhaps this is the last time.

Perhaps it is hard to love an adopted child as your very own, perhaps that why it is hard for you to believe me. But there is so much I wish to tell you mom, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. I hope you will believe my last words. I really love you mom, and I am truly grateful for everything that you have done for me. I was very young when Dad died, and you singlehandedly raised me and my brother. I value all the sacrifices you made for me, and you have always meant everything to me.

Will you believe me if I tell you something mom? Will you believe me if I tell you something you would not like to hear? Your son used to hurt me. He only pretended to be nice to me in front of others, only when he found me alone he would reveal the devil within him. Did you never notice my bruises and scars mom? Or did you never wish look beyond the blind love you had for your son? Since the last few years, I have been a mute victim of his lust. He used to use me as a little rag to mop up his need. His strong grip over my mouth muffled my screams, I could hardly even breathe. I was very afraid. Only I know how I used to bear the pain and shame. I was afraid to tell anyone...I wanted to tell you mom, I wanted to hug you and cry in your arms, I wanted to tell you how much I am hurting...but I was afraid you won’t believe me.

The day he died, he wanted to do the same to me but somehow he tripped and fell. Mom I didn’t kill him. Please believe me, in spite of everything I didn’t kill him. I knew he means a lot to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, even if he was hurting me every day.

It takes a lot of pain in their heart for a person to bring a blade to their wrist and even greater pain to push it into their skin. But what is more painful for me is not being able to prove my innocence to you. All I wanted was you to believe me, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. Sometimes I feel this whole thing is a big nightmare, I hope I wake up soon, and I hope you will be there for me mom, to hug me with open arms, to love me with open heart.


Your loving daughter,

Ayesha


Nandini stood motionless, her heart sank. She lost the last person she had closest to family. Ayesha was lying stiff, motionless and cold but her eyes were open, staring at Nandini. Her eyes looked beautiful even after her death, her large dark doe eyes were looking just as innocent as they used to. Nandini couldn’t see the innocence in them when there was life in them. Now, all she could see in them was her own reflection, like looking into a black mirror. Nandini saw a dark reflection of herself in the dead girl’s eyes, reflecting how dark her heart had become.

Bertha was right after all. Cursing Ayesha didn’t bring her son back, it only took her daughter away from her. A tear drop from Nandini’s eyes fell over the letter and smudged the ink, another tear drop fell on the floor and smudged the bloodstain.

 

[Indian Princess]

Amazing it was amazing

I can't explain my feelings while reading this one.

Firsty I got vibes like it is a horror story like Slenderman type but after reading the whole I was amazed means you just wrote it in a manner that anyone can be fan of your writing

Waiting for more stories like this

Thank you for your comment.

 

[Indian Princess]

Help​

It is a shame the psychiatric illnesses still have such a stigma in our society. As a psychiatrist, I have always dreamt of changing this mentality, so that those who are suffering would seek out help instead of hiding behind closed doors. But, the truth is that there is a long way to go before my dream becomes a reality.

This story is from back in the early days of my career, but this one is perhaps the most painful in my memory. It still pains me to see that someone would choose to suffer in silence for years just out of a misplaced sense of shame and guilt.

The story had a happy beginning. I had moved to a new locality. I had my job, a new house, a car, servants, life was beautiful. Never did I think in my worst nightmares the painful truth that I was about to learn.

It was a fine evening. I was sitting on my couch sipping wine as soft music played in the background. A harsh voice tore through the lovely music and hit my ears like darts.

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, WILL YOU?” I heard a woman shouting from the next house, “DO YOU PLAN TO STAY IN THIS ROOM FOREVER? DONT YOU STARE AT ME LIKE THAT...YOU PSYCHO BITCH! YOU ARE SUCH A DISGRACE...”

I was alerted and walked over to the window to listen more closely...the woman’s angry shout now turned into bitter sobs as she continued, “I am sorry my child, I didn’t mean it...none of it...Why are you doing this to me Juhi? I love you so much, child...please...come and talk to your mother sometimes...” I heard the woman wailing and tried to make sense out of the words I just heard.

“Don’t bother Sir” my servant said, “That’s a regular drama...you’ll get used to it, like us...”

“What the hell is going on in that house?” I asked him.

“Well” he said taking a deep breath, “That old couple lives there with their young daughter Juhi. The daughter is...I don’t know, they say she has some mental disease...she was always withdrawn and lonely. I mean, there are shy and introvert people alright...but this girl was much more complicated than that...”

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“She preferred to stay alone, always. They said her illness began in early childhood. Even shy children have one or two friends but she had none. She would always be withdrawn, and would spend days without speaking a word to anyone. Her parents were always worried about her but as she grew her illness grew and she began more and more withdrawn. She began to confine herself to her house. She rarely came out, and as time passed she stopped coming out of the house at all. These days, I’ve heard she doesn’t even come out of her room...She is a beautiful girl they say...but her sickness has gotten the better of her...”

I took a deep breath as I continued staring at Juhi’s window. I felt deep sympathy for her, thinking how she must be suffering in silence and be criticised for something she has no control over. Often I heard her angry mother shout at her, screaming out her frustration, but I couldn’t blame her either. I never really saw the Juhi, but heard about her condition from other neighbours, they all talked about it often. The parents never really spoke about it themselves. They were too ashamed of her. In fact they themselves became quite socially withdrawn, because every where they went all people wanted to talk about was thier daughter. They kept to themselves most of the time.

When I met the couple, I avoided any direct questions about Juhi. I knew it would hurt them. I engaged them in small talk and offered to help in any way I could. They appreciated the gesture and were nice to me. The old man had a strong spirit to deal with the situation despite his years. When I told him I was a psychiatrist, I sensed a certain urge in him. Perhaps he wanted to confide in me about the problems they were facing, perhaps he wanted to seek help, but he was hesitant. I realized I need to give them time to win thier confidence, perhaps when they trust me, they will approach me on thier own.

The poor lady smiled weakly at me and greeted me politely when she met me. I could see how much the stress had taken a toll on her. Her face was so pale and weary. I could understand how she was feeling when her only daughter wouldn’t even talk to her.

Days passed by, then weeks and months and years, but thier daughter’s condition never got any better.

One day the old man came knocking at my door. I greeted him and invited him in. We sat down on the couch. After a long pause he began in a low pleading voice he said, “Will you please help Sir? I know I should have approached you sooner, but the things we have been through...It’s difficult to..”

“I understand” I interrupted.

“We usually don’t invite people to our house....it is so dull and gloomy there...but...she needs help..” he said.

“I would be honoured to help” I said. With a look of gratitude in his eyes, he led me to his house. When we reached thier house, his wife was already waiting for us. She was almost tearful and looked at me with such hope, like she really felt that I could heal the greatest pain of her life.

“Will you really help?” she asked with tearful eyes, “I’d be forever grateful”

“I’ll try my best” I replied with a heavy heart. I was touched. I was determined to do everything I could to help the family. She led me upstairs to her daughter’s room.

“Juhi” she said knocking the door, “Someone is here to visit you”

Juhi didn’t care to reply. The mother got angry and banged harder, “Open the damn door! You shouldn’t be rude to guests, have you forgotten all I have taught you?”

And when Juhi still didn’t open the door, she barged into the room and shouted, “Look at you, good for nothing creature, all you have brought us is shame and mockery. Are you going to be sleeping all fucking day?”

Before I could react, she picked up a wooden stick lying nearby and began to rain blows on the sleeping girl under the sheets. I gathered my senses and grabbed the woman’s arms. She resisted and continued beating her daughter

“Stop it please...you are hurting her!” I shouted at her. I used all my strength and dragged her out of the room.

I ran back to the bed to see if Juhi was ok. I pulled away the sheets, and what I saw there made me freeze in horror. On the bed was a mummified corpse. I could hardly believe my eyes as a saw a pile of bones and a dried skull covered with pale leathery skin.

I had barely recovered from the shock when the old man came to me with tearful eyes and said “It was my wife I wanted you to see...this has been happening for so long...I can’t take it any more...please...help...”

 

[Indian Princess]

Now sharing a story written by a very talented member on XP with ID psychoknight.

He was the most amazing English writer I know, and this story is a masterpiece. I really hope he becomes active again and writes more for us.

Psychoknight if you are reading this, please know that I will forever be your fan and I remember your stories fondly.

Screaming at the window

Watch me die another day

Hopeless situation

Endless price I'll have to pay

Diary of, of a madman

Walk the line again today

Entries of confusion

Dear diary, I'm here to stay.

Sanity now and beyond me

I will always love you.

However long I stay

I will always love you.

Whatever words I say

I will always love you.

There's no choice.

Diary of, of a madman

Dear diary, I'm here to stay.​

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Love, Crazy Love​

The world is going crazy. People just don’t understand that the world is spinning and they are being fooled by that. They keep running and running and lands up in the same place.

Take the instance of this middle aged gentleman in funny blue striped shirt. He just ran towards the bus stand in a hurry. The fool has not realised it yet that the world will spin and he will be back by the evening in the same place. He will again run in the next morning towards the same bus stand to catch the same bus just to return in the same place.

Some run really fast, Like the girl named Bani. She tried to run off with the laundry man Sanju last year. She was not back for one long year. Like all, Budhiya also thought that she must have run so fast that she beat the globe. But after one year, she came back in the same place to her parents alone. The world wins again!!

Budhiya touched the ground beneath and said,

“You may be a smart ass, but remember, I am smarter. I am not going to be fooled by your trickery. I am not going anywhere. I will stand still here and I will wait for you to complete your rotation and I will reach in the place I always wanted to go. I know the place where fresh foods are available in the waste disposal. People there are so kind that they dispose half of their food in the dustbin just to honour the smartness of Budhiya. The foods there are less smelly and available plenty.“

“Go away from my shop Budhiya. You will scare off my customer you crazy.” Peston Bhai of Peston Bhai grocery throws a splash of water from his jug to Budhiya.

“In your dream, you old vulture, don’t you think I could not recognize you. You are a minion of the globe trying to scare Budhiya away. As soon as Budhiya leaves this place, the earth will spin and Budhiya will find himself again in the same place. And like rest of the world, Budhiya will also think that he has gone mad.” Budhiya was not sure if he actually spilled these words out or not but he removed himself to another corner.

“Come here Budhiya, I have some roti for you.” Musical voice of Mina, the sweetest living human being of earth, daughter of ugly Preston Bhaiwas calling Budhiya by his name. Budhiya is very hungry but he is not going to show it to Mina. He walks slowly towards extended hands of Mina. Mina wrapped two chapatties in a newspaper with some curry in it. Budhiya walked near Mina, and said in a sweetest possible tone, “You should not have bothered Mina, I could have managed,”

“Oh my prince charming, you must have an invitation from the president of India in his royal palace for lunch. I am so fortunate that you declined his invitation and preferred food from this poor girl.”

Mina laughed in her own joke with her purest soul. The innocence in Mina’s voice filled the morning air with chime from a temple bell. Birds stop their nonsense chattering and listened closely and never sang back as they were ashamed by their incapability to mimic the sound of this goddess. Mina’s smile filled the air with the smell of fresh fruit that has been never thrown in the disposal bin.

Budhiya wiped his wet hand in his dirty wrap around. Mina’s eyes were filled with sorrow and pain for her father’s heartless act.

“Why you do not listen to him? Why don’t you find some other place? May be below that statue? Nobody is going to disturb you over there.” She said.

“I have to wait few more days or years in this place Mina. Then the earth will rotate and I shall be in a new place. I know that place. The place has even got a concrete bench in it for us to rest. And no dogs, off course no dogs are there to bark at me. “

‘Oh what a nice place, even with a concrete bench and no dogs!! Will you allow me to visit you there?”

“Why not? You can even stay with me if you want. You have been so nice to me all the time.Always you give me fresh food to eat. You never throw stones at me. ”

Mina turned away, a hint of smile was on her face but her eyes were filled with tears.

Mina is a nice girl. She never left her house for a single day taking care of her ailing mother. It is quite obvious that when Budhiya will reach his destination, Mina will also be there. Budhiya knows Mina loves him, and he loves Mina too. Mina is the sweetest and smartest girl ever. When the earth will give up to the smartness of Budhiya, then he will hold her hand and proudly stand up on the bench to give a loud lough to the rest of the world,

“Now you see who is mad! You people have always called me crazy, always laughed at me. Now who is laughing?”

People around him will worship him as their king; they will come forward with their offerings of fresh food wrapped in newspaper. He will happily share the food with Mina.



Three boys gathered around Bani in the solitary afternoon and she was flirting with them. Budhiya knows these boys very well. They are the minion of earth and always spawn back in the same place and in different face and colour. They have tried their tricks with Budhiya, but Budhiya is not that fool. Budhiya remained in a same place even after Budhiya became their favourite target for practicing stone throwing. Since Bani remained in a same place for quite long time, they came here to tempt Bani to leave. Budhiya is not going to stop them either as he does not want Bani to be here when earth rotates and Budhiya reaches his ultimate destination.

“Come here you crazy motherfucker. Show us the dance of Sharukh Khan.” One of them tried to arrange some amusement for Bani.

“Like hell I am. Go away you sons of Devil. Go away to your dark cave. You can take Bani with you if you wish.” Budhiya tried to tell these words, but somebody must have stopped him to utter publicly. So he kept mum and completely ignored them.

“Why he will join us, his darling Mina is not here. If it would have been Mina calling, then you could have seen. His eyes are always glued to the closed door of their house, and whenever Mina calls him, he rushed towards her like a dog to a bone” said Bani who was bored by chatting gibberish with her three male companions and was looking for something different.

“So the little Whoreson got a crush on Mina, Ah? Bring him here.” The leader type boy among them ordered other two, who gladly obliges.

“So, you want to fuck Mina? Yea, you should. The cold proud girl should be fucked by a mad. What a nice couple it would make! A mad groom with a stone cold snob bride who does not even have proper tits!”

“Yes, you are right, Mina walks around here and never showed the simple courtesy of talking with her neighbours! As if we are non-existent in her vision. She must be so proud of her beauty. This Budhiya will be a perfect match for her.” Bani encouraged the boys to carry on the show.

“Show us your dick. Let us see if it is the proper shape and size to match her.” The hooligan was telling this to Budhiya, but his eyes were fixed at Bani to see her reaction in this erotic and funny moment.

Budhiya tried to resist but he was alone against three. One of them revealed Budhiya completely in the open road just for fun. Budhiya was helpless and he was ashamed. He was hoping that the earth will spin now and these brutes along with it will be gone.

“Oh, my!! Not bad size for a mad man!” Bani filled with laughter and amusement.

“Darling, give me a chance, I will show you the size of a real man.” The fat one who was performing the role of leader till now whispered to Bani.

“Hey, what you are doing? Leave that man. Go away from here.” Preston Bhai shouted from window of his residence. In the door Budhiya could see the face of terrified Mina pale in horror.

The boys were reluctant to let go such an amusement that easily, but by that time few other faces also started appearing in the buildings around them. So they had no other option but to retreat for the moment. The people around here do not despise Budhiya. He may be a tramp, may be an autistic, but never disturbed their peace. He prefers to keep within and never beg for food or anything to anybody. Budhiya is now a part of their locality as the street lights around the corner or the tree that only bloom during spring time. Budhiya scavenges whatever food they dispose or some time they give him the leftovers out of pity. After the boys left, some of them even came down to help Budhiyato put back his clothes. Mute eyes of Mina expressed her gratitude to the supporting hands. Soon the secluded street returned to its normal solitary state.

Budhiya was still fighting with the hordes of minion that appear endlessly in the battlefield. He was fighting with his all force, till last breath, but what a simple man can do against such an overwhelming force of evil? Budhiya started praying to the goddess with his eyes closed, “Oh goddess, give me the power to defeat this force of devil, give me the power to be victorious”

And suddenly the sky parted with a blinding light and Mina appears. Budhiya never seen her like that ever, her eyes were glowing with anger, her hands ware raised holding a trident in it. She came and stands between Budhiya and the monsters of hell. The minions got scared, and started departing the battlefield quickly.

“Arise, my dear Budhiya, you have won. Look, the earth moved to a new place and we have reached our destination. The people, who were running around, are not in the scene.”

Tired Budhiya opened his eyes to find Mina smiling with peace. Her trident is replaced by roti wrapped in newspaper. Budhiya held the hands of Mina and took her to the concrete bench reserved for him alone. Even the dogs were so happy for them that they greeted him by moving their tails. Budhiya sat close to Mina and held her hand.

When Budhiya woke up from his dream from the loud siren of the ambulance he was smiling. Even when Mother of Mina ware taken to hospital in it, he was still smiling seeing Mina. He was looking for the right opportunity to tell Mina not to worry. It is just a dream and soon she will wake up from it. Her mother is perfectly okay and she is happily living with Budhiya in a different place. When anxious and worried Mina and her father left the locality in the ambulance with her mother, even then Budhya was smiling looking at the fading trail light of the speeding ambulance.



Budhiya is not okay. He is sad, very sad. For consecutive three days Mina is out of his sight. He waited hour after hour in front of her door, but Mina never returned. Mina never opened her door with the roti wrapped in newspaper in her hand. Budhiya has not eaten either. Budhiya will wait in her door till she returns. Why she left her place? Why she has to move? What will happen if earth rotate in between and snatch Mina away to a different place from where she will never able to return like his mother never returned from the station where she left Budhiya long ago?

Budhiya’s eyes are filled in tears. He wanted to cry, but he was not sure if he could cry. Everybody told him that he is a mad, and he is not sure if mad people are supposed to cry or not.

“If you cry now, you are really a mad like people are telling you. You must do something. You must wait all night here. You must not leave for the pavement in front of park like you did every night. What will happen if Mina returns in the late night and she could not find you? You must make yourself ready for fight. You must reach in to core of the earth so you can hit it there. You must stop the earth from its rotation.”

Budhiya shake off his trance and came back with two pieces of stone in his hand. He placed one in the ground and started hitting it with another. The heartless concrete road bellow put enough resistance. Soon his hand was red in blood. But he keeps on striking.

The sun goes down and the sky turns red as if to mimic the colour of Budhiya’s hand. The cold air from north flows to carry the message from incoming winter. The darkness engulfs the afternoon to make way for the night. Birds stop their chatter. Only the sound of Budhiya striking the road to reach the core of earth existed in the world. Within few moments, it became so monotonous, that it became a part of the night itself.



Last train left the platform. Mina travelled back alone. Her mother is out of danger now, but Preston Bhai prefers to remain with her mother. He tried to stop Mina too, but Mina assured him that she is a grown up girl now, and will be alright. Besides, every brick and stone in the area is known to Mina and vice versa.

What Mina could not tell her papa, that giving food to Budhiya became a habit for her. As now her mother is okay, she is worried for Budhiya. It is not pity, it is certainly not love but it is something natural and part of her life like breathing.

We are living in a materialistic world and we need to define everything. Love and affection between two people needs to be defined as either physical, mental, spiritual, professional and so on. If we find anything which is not matching with our idea and knowledge which we have carefully nurtured since the age of Neanderthals, we fill uncomfortable. And we will keep on filling uncomfortable till we drag that to our comfort zone. Our every education, every methodical training since childhood taught us, ‘Beware of something new, beware of something radical. If you are seeing something which you never seen before, it is dangerous and remove it by all means. So Mina was feeling uncomfortable about her feelings for Budhiya. She tried to shape it as pity, as a master feelsabout her pet dog, but it was not matching, it was not fitting in place. She was so deeply rooted in her thought that she did not noticed three shadows are following her for quite some time. Now seeing the opportunity, the same three boys who humiliated Budhiya few days ago, lurked behind her. One of them gaged Mina from behind and other two forced her towards the darkest corner of the street.

When Budhiya heard the muffled cry for help, his hands relived the stones and he tried to spot the origin of the sound. It is not long before he could notice the movement in shadows. Mina was overpowered by three creatures by then and they were about to begin their monstrosity.

The first stone hit the fat one between his eyes. He left Mina and fell on ground instantly. Terrified by the act, other two stands up to find Budhiya in a never before seen condition.

Now everybody can see the madness in Budhiya. His eyes were burning and his hands were red in blood. Long never combed hair waving like hallo behind him and he looked like the god who is about to start his dance of the destruction. Budhiya is ready to kill and ready to die.

Before they could react, Budhiya picked another stone and hit the person in front of him just below his ear. It was a fatal strike and the person was dead before he could hit the ground.

The boy to receive the first blow from Budhiya is now could regain some sense and hold Budhiya from Back. Remaining hooligan now pulled out a knife from his back pocket and repeatedly stabbed Budhiya with it.

Budhiya never fought back as he could see that Mina is running towards her home, towards safely. She will be reaching there soon. The earth started spinning around Budhiya. Now the moment has come for which he waited so long. Mina must be waiting for him at the place. As soon as earth stops its rotation, Budhiya will be there too. Mina is waiting for him over there by the concrete bench reserved only for them.

He was smiling even when his miserable life left him.

 

[Indian Princess]

Another gem by psychoknight

Monami-My Friend​

“Please help us to help yourself Miss Nisha. We are going to press charge against you if you fail to provide us with solid proof supporting your alibi.” Aged police officer lean forward and place his hands on the table to depict his authority. At the same moment the female investigating officer came around and placed her hand on Nisha’s shoulder. In a soft possible tone she said “Look Nisha, you are young and belong to a respectable family. A bright career and whole life is ahead of you. All we want from you is truth and all of it. We want to view your case sympathetically but for that you have to tell us everything honestly. “

“Typical good cop –bad cop scenario as seen on TV” Nisha thought. Though the interrogation room is nothing like the filmy scene where a criminal is trembling under a bright light in other wise dark room facing ruthless police officer.”

“But I have already told you everything I know” Nisha became impatient about it. These people are wasting their time and hers too in the process. How can they press charge against her!!

“ Nisha, we got your written statement. We want to hear it again from you. This time please be honest and do not hide anything from us. You have nothing to be ashamed of or afraid. I have a daughter of your age and as a mother I know your sentiment and how you like to experiments with things in this age. “Something was in her voice that made Nisha think that she means it. She took a deep breath and was searching for words. Experienced officers read the situation and told’ just start from the beginning. We need to understand you before we understand your case. No need to be brief. Just tell us everything. “

Excuse me, will you mind if I sit here? Nisha came closer to the girl busy with her books in the alone bench in the college compound. The small figured girl with a childish look noticed Nisha and smiled. Dimple in her both chicks made her look more adorable.

“Please, be my guest. Actually I was not reading, waiting for the next class to start. It will look natural if I hold a book in front of my face rather than sitting in the bench aimlessly. Just between you and me, I was actually sitting aimlessly till now. Thank god you came, I don’t know what’s wrong with economics nowadays,I could not make out a single meaning out of it for last one hour. I am glad you came;I can put my book aside. I don’t have to pretend to understand it.”

The girl was full of life and energy. Something friendly was in her voice that made the rare smile appear in Nisha’s face. Laughter is infectious, so is friendly attitude. Nisha sit beside the girl and extend her hand towards her, “Hi, I am Nisha, 1st year, English literature”

“I am Monami; economics got me, nice to meet you. let’s sweeten our friendship” Monami open her handbag to take two chocolates from inside. She put one inside her thin pink lips and gave another to Nisha. Nisha always wanted to have this cheap local made chocolate since her childhood, but she never touched anything bellow imported branded chocolates in her entire life. Nisha took one from Monami and ate it. The chocolate is probably made from not permitted color and definitely not low calorie, but Nisha never had anything so tasty. Nisha gave a cordial smile to Monami and asked, “ What is the meaning of your name?’

‘Monami is a French word means my friend. Hey Nisha, want to see something cool?” Monami showed Nisha her tongue. It was deep red from the color of the chocolate.

“No way” Nisha tried to see her own tongue by looking downward by forcing her eyeballs to the extreme; she must have looked very funny, since Monami was laughing her brains out. Though Nisha could understand within few minutes of their acquainted time that Monami needs very little reason to laugh.

Nisha was the only child of her industrialist father who wanted a boy as his heir to run the business empire. Since it was a late marriage, Nisha was all they had. After several doctors and several deities, finally they could understand that Nisha is the only child they could physically afford. Her father was devastated. He cursed Nisha’s mother for her incapability to give birth of a male child and become busier in his business. Nisha could understand the situation from her childhood and tried to fill up the blanks by becoming a son to gain love and trust of her parents. She dressed up like a boy; she mixed with boys more even she talked like boys. She grows up to become a tom boy with a female in her body and male in mind. The harder Nisha tried to cover up her feminine symptoms, the faster they appeared in her body. Proposal came along with her age, so she purposefully dressed up like a mess to avoid praying eyes. Soon she successfully converts her to a total non-attractive non-existent entity. But as the time goes, she felt lonely. She could never take place of her never born brother and she killed the feminine Nisha long ago in her own hand. Suspended between identities What Nisha always longed for is one true friend, with whom she could share. She always wanted to cry, laugh, gossip and quarrel with somebody, Nisha was in a need of a friend, badly.

Monami was living in an exact opposite pole as compare with Nisha. She is jovial, frank, always bubbling with energy and adorable girl. She was the center of attraction in a group, even if she is not, she never cared. A minute alone, and she became restless to talk with somebody, anybody. How Monami and Nisha became friends, it was not very clear to Nisha. Nisha always avoided girly talk, but something was in Monami’s character that Nisha could not avoid. It is a proven fact that opposite pole attracts, and so did Nisha and Monami. They became best friends, and just then Nisha could understand that she loves Monami.

What are the symptoms of love? Nisha asked this question many times herself. Is it the restlessness when you do not see each other for few hours? Is it the lough you burst out in the silly jokes of each other’s? Is it the sharing the sunset together? Or is it the sharing the food from same plate in the street corner? If any answer of the mentioned question is yes, then she is in deep love with Monami.

Nisha was waiting for her in the college compound when two little sweaty palms covered her eyes from behind.

“You are late you witch. Come, sit here.” Nisha gave a sigh of relief as she is finally with Monami.

‘Not fair, you always identify my touch. ‘ Monami sit on the grass with false anger. Nisha kept on looking at her bright eyes and thought, “you are the only friend I have, so it was never too difficult to guess”

Monami was breathing heavily with excitement and was thinking something. Nisha noticed that and asked her in a cautious voice. “Something fishy? Why my Kashmir apple is extra red today?’

Monami looked at Nisha and hide her face in false shame. She stopped for a moment, and blushed and told in a hush tone, “today Rahul proposed me, and I told yes.”

Darkness engulfed the sunny day in a moment in front of Nisha’s eyes. The whole world melted in a thick sludge. Oh god!! Why always it happens with me? Why Rahul? Rahul is a Casanova type boy in her collage. He changes his girlfriend every month like his car. Why he suddenly become interested in her Monami? Monami may be cute, but she never falls under the category of heavenly beauty, neither had she dressed like one. Why Nisha could not tell Monami the feelings of her heart. She thought that Monami will understand. So it was one sided!!”

Nisha took a deep breath and asked Monami in slow tone, ‘Are you sure about Rahul? I mean, you know him. Why he suddenly became interested in you of all girls. Monami was literally surprised by this changed tone of Nisha. ‘Yes, I was also skeptic about it, but then I realized that some people are difficult to judge. He even told me that beauty is always skin deep as it is eternal. Are you not happy with my decision?

“Yes off course I am, you witch. I am really happy for you, Congratulation. ” Nisha said these words as convincingly she could.

As the time passed by Monami became closer to Rahul and farther away from Nisha. She was too busy with spending time with Rahul and his friend circle that she could hardly manage few minutes for Nisha. Time spending in each other’s company became shorter and shorter along with the length ofMonami’s skirt. Nisha returned to her darkest solitary corner of her alone life, where she belongs.

Nisha came early to her class. For last few days she stopped waiting for Monami. Last evening Monami came looking for her and pulled her in girl’s room jiggling.

“What is the matter? Please make it quick, my class is about to begin.” Nisha wanted this very moment to never end, but she was not showing it.

Momami took out a box from her bag to reveal a black dress from it. The whole dress is made from a see through material and finished even before it starts.

‘Don’t you think it is too short, too revealing?” Nisha never wanted to allow anybody to see her love like that.

Monami gave a quick look over her shoulder as she heard footsteps outside, and placed her finger over Nisha’s lips to make her stop. Nisha wanted to kiss her finger and for a moment, she forgot everything. She wanted to hug Monami so tight, that she never able to break free from her again. Nisha became weak for a moment till the next sentence from Monami.

“Rahul invited me for a private party tonight at his father’s hotel, where he is living nowadays in a vacant suite. He even bought this dress for me and requested me to wear it as nobody else will be present over there.’ Monami said these words in a very low tone after she made sure that the footsteps have faded in distance.

“Okay, best of luck for tonight. Now if you please excuse me, I have a class to attend”. Nisha never looked back to see the surprise in Monam’s face by her rudeness as she rushed out from the toilet. Even if she looked back, it was very difficult to see,as her eyes were filled with tears.

Nisha came early to her class next day. Chatter was going on inside the class which suddenly stopped after noticing her. Something was not right and Nisha could feel it.

‘What’s going on?” She asked her class representative.

“Watch the video I am sending you. You rather see it with your own eyes’ the class representative told in a tone mixed with disgust and comic.

Nisha received the file from the girl and opened to find the MMS. Even before viewing it she knows what was inside.

It was a scene of killing the innocence and trust. Intimate act of a loving girl was filmed by her unfaithful partner who found it very amusing to share it with his friends as a trophy of his game.

Nisha rushed out of her class and looking for Monami. As she passed the classes and gathering of students, she could understand very well that the video went viral and Monami’s private parts are on display in their mobile. Nisha could not take it anymore and she starts running, just then she noticed Monami in the bench where they first met.

Nisha came and sit beside Monami without saying anything. She was not even looking at her. Nisha wanted Monami to cry. Nisha wanted Monami to curse Rahul and rest her head on Nisha’s shoulder. But Monami did nothing. She sat there aimlessly for almost an hour without saying anything. Nisha was also glued beside her.

It was Nisha who first broke the silence between them. “Why you are not saying anything? Why you are not doing anything?”

“My father knows everything. He also received a copy of the MMS today morning from his friend who forwarded it without knowing it that the girl in the act was his daughter. Tell me Nisha, what will I say after this? What should I do after this? What you expect me to do?”

Nisha could not say anything. She keep on looking the grass bellow their feet. Then Monami opened her bag.

“Do you know, you have to pull the hammer all the way back before you squeeze the trigger? I took it from my father’s desk.”

‘Off course I know that what you have to do with it. My father is also having one. What do you want to do with it? Kill yourself? Is my friend that coward?“ Nisha sounded strong to infect Monami with her toughness.

“Kill myself? I will not lie to you, that idea did come in to my mind.”

“What are you telling? Are you mad? If you stumble on the road and fall. Will you sit over there and cry? Or you will get up and wash your dirt and keep on walking?” Nisha asked impatiently.

“Wash my dirt? Get up and keep walking?” Monami repeats after Nisha.

Exactly what you should do. Now get up and carry on with your life. Don’t forget, you are not alone in this. I am always with you.” Nisha hold the hands of Monami.

Next day Nisha looked for Monami everywhere, but she could not find her. Every time she ranged her, her call got disconnected. Nisha really felt worried for Monami. Nisha could not contact Monami even on the next day and day after that.

So she decided to contact Rahul as her last resort. It might have happened that Monami went back to Rahul as a shameless bitch.

Nisha called him. Somebody picked up the phone from the other side after a while.

“ Hello? Am I speaking with RahulKulkarni?’

‘No, it is Maharastra Police. Are you a friend of his?”

“We study in the same college. I am NishaBhardwaj, anything wrong? Voice of Nisha trembled in excitement and apprehension.

“Sorry to inform you Miss Nisha, you friend has been shot dead last night in his family owned hotel.”

The earth beneath Nisha’s feet took a sharp spin as she hanged up.

Nisha paused for a moment after finishing her story. She asked for a glass of water as her throat was dried up due to non-stop talking. Both of the officers looked at her without blinking their eyes while she was finishing her glass.

“ We told you before beginning that we need truth from you and still you trying to deceive us by hiding behind a lame lie.”

Nisha was impatient, “What are you talking about!! How can I make you believe that each and every word is true, and I amnot hiding anything from you. What you want to do? Are you suspecting me for the murder of Rahul?”

The male police officer repeated the exact words of Nisha, but in a emotionless, slow tone;

“We are suspecting you for the murder of Rahul Kulkarni”

“This is rubbish, why don’t you call Monami, and validate my statement, each and every word of it. But, I beg you; please do not mention anything about my feelings about her. That was my personal feelings and I like to keep it like that.”

The female officer gave a straight look towards Nisha and told; “ MissNisha, Let me put it very straight, In your collage, there was not a single girl named Monami, or any girl who fits your description. Not in Economics, not in any other class.”

“Are you sure? There must be some mistake. Why don’t you ask other students about her?”

“We did a through enquiry, and no other student but you could confirm her identity. Nobody in your college saw Monami ever.”

“Moreover, we got this footage from security camera from the hotel of the murder night,”

The middle aged male police officer left his place to switch on a computer, where blurry image of a video footage showed a passage of a hotel. The officer forwarded the video to the scene where a girl entered a particular door of a room. Within few minutes the girl came out of the room and just before she left, she looked sideways, from where her face was somewhat clearly visible in the clip. The officer paused and zoom the image to give a clear view of the face. It was Nisha. The image was not clear, but the face had a remarkable resemblance with Nisha.

Nisha could not believe her eyes. She buried her head in the table and cried out loud, “How this is possible!! I have never been to that hotel! I killed nobody!”

The officer came closer now. “ Nisha, tell me honestly. Does this ‘Monami’ even exist? Why did you do this? Why you killed Rahul?”

“No sir, please believe me, I am innocent. Why should I kill Rahul? How would I kill him? Why don’t you ask Monami if she did it or not?’

“Where is that girl Nisha, where is Monami? Why nobody other than you saw her?” The officer shouted and gave a big slam on the table.

Nisha just remembered something. She brings out her mobile and asked permission to switch it on. The officer nodded, and Nisha browsed for the MMS which was the only proof of her innocence and existence of Monami. Nisha played the video and said,

“ Now look with your own eyes, Monami was with Rahul or not.”

In the video a couple was busy in their love act. The boy was filming it and the woman in it allowed him as she offered herself to the promise which supposed to be fulfilled, to the trust which was never to bebroken.

The girl in the video was Nisha. For the first time in her life she wanted to become a woman, through her body and through her mind. All she wanted to feel the pleasure of being a woman.

The officers looked at the video and surprisingly looked at Nisha. She was crying. Her forceful armor of toughness of a boy was not there, when she cried, she looked like a girl. She looked like Monami.