Begging For It


Begging For It

I am AMULYA 25 year old student of an air hostess academy at Bangalore
Saturday nights were dull, they had always been dull. I wished for something to happen, to change the monotony of life. I really should have been careful what I wished for.I was 19 when it happened, working at the restaurant in sector 17 in chandigarh to earn some extra cash while I enrolled at a air hostess training academy. Every single saturday night was the same, rowdy guys and girls gyrating and kissing while they drank away their lives. It was boring.

One saturday changed my life forever, it was close to diwali and most of the other students had gone home for the holiday. I had the night off and agreed to go out with nisha and neena, why I have no clue but I’d promised them. We arrived at the restaurant a little after 9 o’clock and I had ordered the drinks. Something pink and sweet for neena, a beer for nisha and vodka and coke for myself, for the longest time we sat and studied the other people in the bar, nisha insisted on telling us the latest gossip about almost everyone that had entered the bar including who was sleeping with whom. After a few drinks, I relaxed a little and started to understand why people enjoyed this so much. I should really explain that I don’t normally drink, my father was an alcoholic and died of liver and k**ney failure when I was 7.

neena’s brother had arrived shortly after us and kindly refilled our rapidly emptying glasses. We had dated for a few months when I first started at college but his passion for football had driven a firm and immovable wedge between us. At 11 o’clock, I started feeling light headed and sick. I put it down to having too much to drink and despite the best efforts of both nisha and neena, I made my excuses and left.

The house I shared with 4 other girls was empty and would be for the next few days. I pushed the door closed and flicked half heartedly at the lock. In retrospect, that was my first mistake but also the best thing I could have done. I made my way to the kitchen and had a few glasses of water before climbing the stairs and showering quickly.

My room was perfect. Sparsely decorated and tidy. In its center a large double bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The bed had been my grandmothers and I loved the feel of the solid mahogany. By this point, I was still feeling ill, but knew that a good nights sleep was all I needed and after throwing my towel into the wash basket and slipping on my sleep mask, I snuggled down under the duvet and passed out.

I woke up sharply and tried to remove my mask. Fear griped my heart and stomach when I found that my arms were stretched out above my head, an unfamiliar cold holding my wrists in place. I fought for minutes, maybe hours against the new restraints but to no avail. All I could hear was my heart frequency loudly, it sounded as though it were actually in my head, a marching band of enormous proportions hammering a terrifying tune.

‘Oh god, this is it.’ I remember thinking, ‘I’m going to die right here.’ I laid as still as I could, which, given my restraints wasn’t hard. I couldn’t hear anyone else in the house but that didn’t help to calm my rapidly growing terror. Minutes, maybe an hour passed since I had awoken and my heart slowed to a more normal pace. I pricked my ears, trying to hear the sound of another person. From my left, a floorboard creaked under someones weight and I screamed loudly. Someone had been there all along, maybe watching me and doing who knew what at the same time. I knew this person had to be the cause of my confinement.

‘What do you want?’ I called out in the direction I had guessed they had gone in. Silence greeted me. I asked again, trying to hide the fear in my voice as I spoke. Warm, soft hands wrapped around my left ankle and my first instinct was to pull my leg back. The grip tightened but wasn’t painful as my leg was straightened out and securely fastened to the foot of the bed. I fought, I really did, thrashing as best as I could and hitting nothing but air. Bile burnt the back of my throat as those same soft hands secured my right ankle in the same manner.

‘He’s going to fuck me!’ My mind screamed at me, ‘Do something, he’s going to fuck you!!’ I screamed, begged and yelled hoping that someone on campus would hear me and call the cops but no one did. If my screams were heard, then no one thought anything of them at all. ‘Please, please don’t hurt me. I have money in the dresser, take what you want just don’t hurt me, please!!’ Silence met my every plead. It was that that had scared me more than anything.
I tried to cover my exposed body, tried curling up so that I wasn’t so vulnerable. The restraints prevented me from doing much and so I laid there, my breasts exposed for my captor and my sex spread for the taking.

I listened then, lying as still as I could trying to work out where he was. The gentle click of a camera gave him away and I flinched as markedly as if he had hit me. Four, five maybe six more clicks followed and I tried hiding my naked body once more. He grunted something at that point and moved my legs open before taking many more photographs. Tears seeped from my face and out from under my mask, they tickled slightly as they rolled down my cheeks and I was powerless to wipe them away. ‘Help!!!!’ I screamed. ‘****, fire, murder! Help!!!’

I screamed with all the pressure on my lungs would allow, words flowed from me like water and I was glad that they were words that, if heard, would result in the arrival of the police. ‘Shut up!’ a male voice barked and instantly my screams died on my lips as terror took over control of my system and I sobbed. He left me then, left me alone with my terror and tears. The pain in my shoulder was all that stopped me from falling into a light sleep and I struggled to get comfortable. My throat was dry and sore from screaming and my brain suddenly wondered why it was that I wasn’t cold.

‘He must have put the heater on.’ I told myself slowly. ‘But why would he? Why does he care if I’m cold?’ Footsteps echoed down the hardwood corridor and I stiffened at the sound. The door creaked slightly as he entered and once again I tried closing my legs, my knees bending in like a frogs. ‘Would you like a drink?’ he asked me. I nodded quickly, my throat burning from my screams. Gentle hands lifted my head slightly and cool glass touched my lips. I drank quickly, the icy cool water soothing my throat if not my fear.

He took the glass away and gently laid my head back down on the pillow. ‘What do you want?’ I asked again slowly. His reply came in the form of ice cold water dripped into the hollow in my throat and I gasped loudly as it was followed by another drop that hardened my nipples almost immediately. An ice cube ran a trail across my chest, barely touching my skin but burning a line around my breast as he moved. My breath caught in my throat and I had to fight to suppress a moan. Involuntarily, I pressed up into this burning pleasure and immediately it was removed, beads of water trickling slowly down my torso every time I took a breath.

I tried to fight, tried to scream but my passion was firmly alight and burning in me. Frustrated and angry, I yelled out, called, tried to demand that he let me go but my voice let me down and my attempts were less than convincing. He cleared his throat, the only sound he had made since asking me if I wanted a drink. ‘Please let me go!’ I said again, this time I almost sounded like I meant it.I could hear him moving at the foot of the bed and I struggled to try and hear exactly what he was doing.

Fingers gently caressed my thighs and I flinched once again, the touch of a lover against my skin and firing my loins once more. ‘You don’t know him!’ my mind insisted and yet my groin ignored its pleas. Something softer replaced those fingers, its touch barely there and yet unable to ignore as it traced the thinnest of lines up and down my inner thigh. My breath quickened and despite my best efforts to despise this man, my body was aching for his touch. My hips pressed up to where I thought his hand may be and the soft touch vanished.

I whimpered softly and the gentle touch returned. A feather! It had to be a feather. Moving deliberately over my thighs and then over my rapidly moistening lips. ‘Please…’ I whispered as he gently caressed my folds with the tip of the feather. Once again I pushed my hips up to meet that sensuous feeling. Once again, that feeling vanished. My chest heaved and I wriggled against the frustration that was building within me. I heard the rustle of clothing and my fear returned full pressure.

A finger, one smooth finger ran against my wetness, pressing gently against my clit and I moaned as it gained speed. I couldn’t help it, I pressed into his touch and he moved away. This time back across the room. ‘I’m sorry, please.’ I begged, I needed him to touch me, wrong or right, consensual or not, I needed to feel him. He ignored my pleas and I heard the gentle creak of the chair as he sat down. ‘Please, please. I won’t move, I promise!’

He ignored me for what felt like an eternity and I struggled to satisfy myself, I tried squeezing my thighs together to alleviate the passion but the restraints held me fast. Everything I tried failed miserably and so, frustrated and in need, I waited. Eventually he returned, his gentle fingers sliding effortlessly and expertly over my slick folds, my wetness increasing with every pass of his finger. I wanted to push into him, wanted to feel him in me, but knew I couldn’t move.

He slid one finger so gently into me and I gasped, moaning loudly as he pushed deep into me, curling his finger up and hitting home. Pumping harder, I started to move with him, and for a minute or two, he let me that was until I moved too much and he pulled his finger roughly from my core. I whined pitifully. Without warning, a heavy hand pinned my hips to the bed and his hot mouth covered my sex, lapping and sucking at my clit as he worked my pussy hard and fast, his tongue dipping into me before returning to my clit.I screamed in ecstasy, his fingers joining and pumping hard and fast into me, pushing me to the brink of climax. I moved my hips up to meet him and, once more he pulled back, one finger teasing my entrance and driving me wild with desire.

‘Please…..’ I begged again, I needed to cum more than I’d ever needed anything else in my entire life. He pulled his hand away once more and I growled at the movement. The rustle of clothing once again filled my ears and I spread my legs wider, hoping that my pleas would be answered. The mattress between my feet absorbed his weight and by now I was panting, the anticipation filled my groin and fought to stay still. He leant over me, his breath tickling my chin as he took his position. I pulled against the handcuffs that held me fast and he moaned then, sensing the need in me.

He slipped the head of his cock between my slick folds, teasing me as he guided it over my clit. Testing me to see if I’d move. I moaned and begged but managed to control my hips as he slipped into me. I couldn’t help myself, I bucked up hard into him, drawing the length of his impressive cock into me and moaning loudly as I did so. He yanked back, pulling violently from me and grabbing my hips. ‘Please, fuck me, just fuck me now!’ I begged him unashamedly.

He laughed, a small, delicate sound that didn’t fit in the scenario as he plunged his hard cock into me, thrusting deep and hard. My breasts bounced as he fucked me and he grabbed them painfully, pinching my nipples and squeezing roughly. I begged him to fuck me harder, and he obliged, ramming himself into me and making me scream. He was either a large man or the anticipation and desire made it feel that way as he pounded and grunted while thrusting hard and fast. My hips leapt up to meet him, each thrust met his with perfect timing and, despite the slight pain of the act, I screamed as he fucked me into climax. I came hard for him, harder than I ever had before and as I did so, he fucked me harder and harder until his own climax pumped into me, mixing with my own juices and soaking my bed covers.

I lay quivering and satisfied as he climbed off the bed and dressed. My exhaustion left me unable to move.’Who are you?’ I asked him, my breath coming in short, harsh gasps. He didn’t reply but then, I never expected him to. Laying there, exhaustion overtook me and I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, my wrists were free and I ripped off my sleep mask. The room was empty; the only evidence of my visitor was the undeniable aroma of sex that filled the room.

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