Chapter 15: Torture

As soon as his hard-on started rubbing in between her legs, another bomb went off. The thin fabrics of their clothes did nothing to stop her from feeling it but just intensified her desperation. Her entire body started begging her to grind herself on his hardness.

And directly looking into his eyes, it felt even more intimate. It made her even more hungry.

“Wrap the legs around my back...”, Rajesh said as he pulled her legs to his back.

“ ... hold them together ... good...”, he said and then guided her hand around his neck as well. He then wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her into a tight squeeze.

All the while he did not stop looking into her eyes. She was too powerless to do anything. Almost her whole body was pressed against his and the feel of it along with his hard penis was short circuiting her brain. Despite her best efforts, her brain was remembering the videos of Rajesh’s penis going into orifices, she remembered how good it felt watching those while fingering herself. She was feeling his hardness pressed against her vagina and her brain was projecting how it would feel if it were to go inside.

Her entire body was aching for more. The hunger was overwhelming. She was using all the willpower she had to not grab his penis, not free it and slip into herself like her brain was constantly and desperately projecting. She however knew she would never be able to stop him if he tried to put it inside.

The cameras had started taking pictures again.

She didn’t care. She just wanted it. She knew it was wrong. But she had never wanted anything more in the world.

Their lips touched and she immediately started kissing his lips hungrily. She told herself that people will just think she had learnt and didn’t want to repeat the kiss like last time.

She just kept thinking about his penis. She hated him for not trying to put it inside her. She knew why. He didn’t rape, he didn’t risk his life for worthless sluts. But he wouldn’t really risk anything. He could just rape her, force her do whatever he wants, record everything and then blackmail her not to go to police and keep getting raped with the threat of making those recordings public. She would convince her husband that her dignity was more important than suffering rape and humiliation.

Her brain started projecting all the twisted things he could do to her, that he does to the whores, beat her ass until those are red, choke her while pulling her hair and drilling her from behind, slap her clit so hard her scream of pain breaks the glasses, make her drool a bucket while deepthroating his cock, not let her go no matter how much she begs and cries, punch her belly, hit her until she cries and then keep hitting her, whip her back, shove a beer bottle inside her vagina, force her to clean his shoes, all while laughing and calling her the vilest names. He could even go further than what he has done to the whores. He often complained how he could never find a whore who would drink his pee, fuck his dogs or permanently tatoo vile things on their body. She would let him to everything and more to stop him from making videos of him raping her public.

He had started playing with her tongue as both the hands focused on groping her breasts. Then suddenly his mouth started going down and started kissing her neck. He licked, sucked and bit all over her neck and ears.

She had to focus and force herself to not moan. She was drowning in lust, overwhelmed with excitement. She still couldn’t let it show. She ground her teeth and kept her mouth shut with all her will power.

Fortunately he started kissing her again. She knew she latched on to his lips hungrily and shoved her tongue into his mouth too early but at least she thought these could be defended she was doing for the camera.

But within minutes, Rajesh let go of her lips and moved straight down. She stopped her breathing when she realised his target.

He shoved his face in her cleavage and started licking, sucking and biting her breasts with an animalistic craze. One added effect of too much movement of their bodies was in the bottom, his rock hard started rubbing against her mound, rubbing against her clit. Thin layers of fabric between them did almost nothing.