Bollywood Throat

Illeana is one of the hottest actresses in Bollywood. It wasn't just
that though, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and most
importantly, her sexy, young throat. He had to have her. But how?

He had been stalking her for months. He followed her around in his
big, black van with the tinted windows, always with night-vision
binoculars at the ready. He watched her coming and going from the
various sets, from restaurants and cafes, and even from her house and
regular hotels. He took pictures of her and specifically of her
beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures up in his van and in
his small apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew
she wanted it, even if she hadn't met him yet.

One day he watches her leave her house to go jogging at her regular
time, he follows her in his dark van. He pulls up to the side of the
road just ahead of her. She sees him pull over but doesn't think much
of it. He gets out of the vehicle and goes to the back of the van and
opens up the back doors. As she is jogging past she looks in his van
and sees there is nothing inside. She gets a weird feeling from this
guy but jogs past him on her route.

As she is thinking what a strange thing just happened she is suddenly
startled by quickly approaching footsteps from her rear and before she
has time to react a male hand reaching around her throat and putting
some sort of cloth to her mouth and nose so she could only breathe
what he allowed her to breathe, namely chloroform. She struggled a bit
but quickly passed out. He picked her up and put her over his
shoulder, looked around to make sure no one was looking, and set her
down in the back of his van. He closed the doors and locked them.

He takes the young actress to his house in the woods - far away from
civilization. It is dark outside and she is unconscious. She doesn't
know where she is going or who is taking here there. When he arrives
at his house in the wood our 'hero' opens the rear doors of his van
and picks up the indian actress in both arms and carries her,
unconscious, up the small flight of steps leading to the front door
and into the house unlocked house. Once inside he sets her down on the
floor. He turns and locks the heavy mahogany door with a key in three
locations. He stashes the key away beneath a floorboard. He walks into
the library and pulls out a copy of Sherlock Holmes stories which
opens a doorway in the middle of the library. He walks back to the
actress and scoops her up and carries her into the library, down the
twisting stairs and into the dank, dark dungeon. The only light is a
candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs that he had lit before
he left the house earlier that day.

He takes the actress over to a frame he constructed especially for
this day. He sets her down on the wooden frame. It's tall enough and
strong enough to support her weight which admittedly is not great.
It's built in the shape of Leonardo's Virtruvian man with the arms
outstretched at right angles to the body and the legs outstretched as
if standing but placed slightly apart.

She is still unconscious as he fastens one leg with a leather strap
and then the other. Her legs are spread-eagled. He feels his lust
growing in his brain and in his loins. Quickly he fastens her arms
with leather straps as well and places her head in a specially-
constructed head-brace that supports her shoulders, then closes around
her neck just enough to be secure but free enough to allow breathing
and some small movement, albeit not very much. Her head itself has no
support and dangles off the wooden frame resting against a vertical
brace that connects to the floor with her long, luxurious black hair
hanging down. Her beautiful face is upside-down and her mouth hangs
open.

The man grabs a bucket of ice water and dumps it on the actresses face
bringing her awake with a shock. She tries to jump up as she is awaken
but of course is unable to due to the solid wooden brace around her
neck. She chokes as she slams her throat into the wooden shackle
surrounding her neck as she tries to get up. She wriggles her arms and
legs and realizing she cannot move at all cries out in terror. The man
just smiles. This was the day he had been waiting for for years. He
was extremely horny looking at his beautiful fucktoy in fear for her
life. "Now, now bitch," he says sternly. "You're not going
anywhere...at least not until I've used you until I'm bored," he
added.

She moved her eyes quickly and saw the man. He was standing there in
the darkness, she couldn't even make out his features but he was
menacing and he was holding his large, turgid cock in his left hand,
stroking it to attention. He was grinning evily as he spoke. She
remembered then that she had been jogging when she was grabbed and
blacked out. She screamed again as he walked towards her pumping his
rigid cock with his hand. "I'm gonna fuck you so good whore" he said,
"but that screaming has got to stop." He walked over to her face and
with his right hand shoved a dirty cloth into her open mouth to gag
her. Her muffled scream was much more pleasant to the ears he decided.
Still pumping his now erect cock the man walked away from her face,
around her left arm and back towards her torso where she could no
longer see him. He said nothing but reached out with his right hand
and groped at her beautiful young titties as he stroked his cock. She
had on a tight spandex jogging shirt and that had to go so he ripped
it off with one massive jerk which sent a jolt of pain through her
body because of the force of the jerk. Her cute pink nipples were
erect in the coldness of the dungeon and he fondled them roughly with
his right hand, pinching and pulling them to attention. He squeezed
them and twisted them cruelly while she muffled in pain. He slapped
her titties softly and then harder making them red. The he grabbed
some clothespins and placed one on each nipple causing her quite a bit
more of pain. He laughed at that.

Then he grabbed her spandex shorts and ripped them off her body and
pulled her running shoes off, her little white socks, and then her
panties. All of it went on to the floor. No tampon it looked like.
good he hated menstruation. He played with the girl's clit with his
free hand while he jacked himself off. He pushed one, two, then three
fingers into her tight little pussy and fucked them in and out of her
dry hole. He wasn't bad at it though and despite her terror she got a
little wet down there. Once she was sufficiently lubricated in her own
girl juice he shoved his entire hand into her tight pussy and flexed
his fingers inside her cunt. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and
pain. She'd never had such a large object in her little pussy before.
His hand was covered in her fuck juice now as he pumped his fist in
her pussy. He loved the warm feeling of her vagina around his hand and
had a philisophical thought or two with his hand thus encased in her
fuck tunnel.

Eventually however he got bored and pulled his wet hand from her vulva
and put two of his recently wet fingers on her tight asshole. She
resisted at first as he pushed one and then another of his wet digits
into her pretty shithole. he fucked his fingers in and out of her ass,
expanding his fingers once they were inside and bringing them back
together again once he brought them out. One of his favorite things to
do was to bend one of his fingers in her ass so that it poked up into
her vagina. He though that was fun and he did so several times to the
actresses bunghole. When he got bored of this he pulled his hand out
of her asshole and walked back over to her face, pulled the oily rag
from her mouth and replaced it with his smelly fingers. He fucked her
mouth with his ass-smelling fingers until she'd cleaned off his
fingers of her ass lube completely. She had a disgusted look on her
face and puked just a little as he was fucking her mouth with his shit-
stained fingers. "You asshole" she whispered when he'd finished with
that. He smiled again at her and dropped his pants. His giant erection
was poking straight out from his body like a flag. He smacked her face
hard with his left hand so that she opened her eyes and mouth wide
with surprise. He rammed his hard cock right down the bitch's tight
throat. "Fuck" he said in a state of complete lust. She just gargled
and made choking noises as he shoved his cock in and out of her throat
with fast piston-like movements, grabbing her hair and using them as
handlebars as he fucked her tight little throat without mercy. She
gagged and choked as he did this, tears forming in her eyes, as puke
poured out of her mouth around his cock as he piston-fucked her pretty
head.

She felt abused and humiliated. She was this man's complete whore and
slave. He owned her and could do as he pleased. She felt utter and
complete degradation and subservience to this man.

He put one hand around the base of the bitches' skull and the other
around her throat, right above the wooden vise holding her in place.
He shoved the full length of his cock deep into the whore's tight
throat, fucking it like it was a pussy. She just gagged and continued
puking. She hadn't been able to breathe for the last 30 seconds or so
as her mouth was full of cock and saliva and puke. Her eyes rolled
back in her head and she started to see stars beyond the tears that
were welled up in her sad eyes.

The man cared little for her comfort but a lot for his own pleasure.
He loved fucking this whore's face; it was what she was made for. He
continued ramming her piehole with his turgid penis as she choked and
puked. Seeing she was on the verge of death however he pulled his cock
out of her face with a *plop* sound letting saliva and puke pour from
her red lips and saliva-wet face. He slapped her hard across the face
and spit on her several times. "Wake up slut!" he yelled. She started
breathing again on her own but felt horrible. He laughed at her and
smacked her again.

He got a stool so he could get up higher and placed it just in front
of her dangling head. He got on the stool so his knees were near her
face and bent down shoving the entire length of his erection deep into
her skull by way of her pretty face. He held himself up by putting his
hands on her titties and supporting the weight of his large body on
the solid, hard piece of wood encircling her neck. He had constructed
this device well.

This gave him serious access to the whore's throat as he didn't have
to reach in this position. He fucked mercilessly into the bitches'
skull from this superior position while roughly manhandling her boobs.
She was all out of vomit and all she could muster out of her mouth
were large streams of saliva every time he pulled his big dick out of
her face. 

He piston-fucked the whore's skull while large gobs of spit and drool 
ejected from her mouth on every out-take. He slapped her face and 
fucked his cock as deep into the bitch's face as it would go, in and 
out, for around 15 minutes. Finally, after this savage face-fucking 
he'd given her he felt his balls boil with spunky hatred for all things 
female. He slammed once more as far he could go down her throat and came 
five massive gobs of semen right down her gullet directly into her empty 
whore stomach. She couched and choked as he bypassed her normal swallowing 
mechanism and ejected his cum directly into her stomach by way of her esophagus.

She felt awful; her throat and mouth were sore beyond
belief. But something felt right. She realized at that moment she
loved this man, this rapist, this throat-fucking bastard. She belonged
to him and she wanted him to throatfuck her every night if possible
for the rest of her life. That is indeed what happened.

--the end-- 