The Abduction
Be careful what you wish for
This is a story about Lavanya, a beautiful young girl, who has an innocent body but a twisted mind. She grew up in a cloistered environment, protected by all the hardships of life, and surrounded by all the luxuries of the world. And in all that, her mind’s perversions festered.
She thought it was all harmless until it became very real.
Trigger Warning:
This is not a lovey dovey story. Nor is it a steamy affair. This is a story of not knowing one’s limits. The story contains consensual non-consensual sexual act, and BDSM. And like all the content on After a Good Date, it’s kinky and hot
Lavanya woke up, scared, just like she had slept.
“Is anybody there?!” she screamed at the top of her voice.
The room was dark. The floor was hard. There was a stench every where. But more importantly, she was scared.
She was scared, because her wrists were tied together by a rope, and the rope was tied to a hook in the wall. She could stand up, she could lie down, that’s how long the rope was. But she was bound. She was bound to be in the room.
She was still wearing the pair of jeans and her favorite tee shirt — a black and white tee shirt. The white parts of the tee shirt had been soiled, from lying on the floor, from being in that car, in which she was abducted.
Lavanya was a captivating mixture of delicate grace and undeniable sex appeal. She stood at a height of 5’4”, her physique radiating an irresistible charm that set her apart. Her breasts, natural and just the right size, echoed a powerful femininity that was impossible to overlook. A unique cleft chin added a dash of charm to her face, complemented beautifully by her shoulder-length, sleek hair.
Lavanya was on her way back from college. She had gotten off from the college early. She was thinking about going back home, and changing into something comfortable, and maybe nap. It was not even 6 PM. She had gotten a text, and had taken a detour. And that’s how she ended up in a room, tied at her wrist.
Lavanya never had to take the train, or walk home. She had a car which dropped her home. She loved the driver, Harish. Harish uncle, as she called him, had been around since she was a child. He was the one who used to drop her to the school, and now he is the one who would pick her up from college. She was in the backseat of a BMW which her father had gifted her for the 21st birthday.
“Harish will drive you, till you learn how to drive properly,” her father had said, while giving her the keys.
She had smiled and hugged him. Her father was many things, but he was never someone who would understand that she needed more than a car. Lavanya had all the comforts in the world, except for one thing — Love.
So, like any other beautiful young girl, she had signed up for a couple of dating apps. The experience was less than satisfactory.
The same repetition of “heys” and “hellos”. The guys, posing without their shirts, copying prompts off the internet. And when she got to talking to a few of them, they would all be pretty much the same.
“When should we meet?” one would say.
“You are really hot. We should check-in soon,” another would say.
Sigh.
Lavanya grew-up in the top 0.01% household. She was the only daughter, which meant her father made sure that she always had somebody around when she out. At least, that continued till she was 18.
It was on her aunt’s persistence that her father finally let her have a ‘normal’ college experience. But, when she entered college, devoid of basic social skills, Lavanya would be too anxious to make friends.
When she started talking to men on dating apps, she realised that she could never be her real self. Those texts, and eventual coffee dates were too vanilla for her. She would laugh at their jokes, she would notice them looking at her tits, she would notice their attempts to touch her hand. She let them to do that, but they didn’t make her feel anything. There were never second dates, with most. Until she met, Ramesh.
It was an unlikely match. She had right swiped him, without meaning to. Lavanya had scrolled through his profile. He was tall, certainly. He had a rugged look to him. Broad chest, a stubble that didn’t seemed freshly groomed before the photo. In the photos, he was mostly by his bike, looking away.
Ramesh, is from About a Common Whore series.
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After she accidentally, swiped right, Lavanya thought, she might as well check his profile in depth. The only thing that caught her attention was the pair of eyes he had. In all photos he smiled, but those eyes didn’t. In all the books that Lavanya had read, she had always imagined the characters eyes. And to that she would attach a backstory even before the book told her about it.
In Lavanya’s mind, Ramesh seemed to be someone who has seen a lot. Adversities, mostly. She couldn’t help herself from noticing that none of this photos were from a high end bar or some exotic location. They were simple slices of his life. And in all the photos, Ramesh was the star, not a beautiful glass of cocktail or a waterfall.
“Hello,” Ramesh texted her, while she was still looking at his profile.
“Hi,” Lavanya texted back.
They chit-chatted for a bit. She told him that she studies in a college. He said that he has his own business. He was vague, but so was Lavanya.
“What are you looking for here?” Ramesh asked, after an hour of back and forth texting.
“I am not for hook-ups,” Lavanya texted. Almost out of habit. She had answered that question dozens of times.
“Love, then?”
“Lol,” she replied, smiling.
Ramesh started typing something, but he didn’t send it. It was late, close to 11 PM. Lavanya browsed through her phone, waiting for a text from him. But it never came. Lavanya touched herself after that, watching her daily dose of porn.
When she was in bed, in her panty and tee shirt, she picked up her phone and opened Ramesh’s chat box. And she started typing.
“I am here looking for someone who understands my fantasies,” she wrote.
Ramesh replied immediately, “What are your fantasies?”
“I am not comfortable telling you that. Or anyone for that matter. Maybe, that’s what I am looking for, to be comfortable telling someone those fantasies,” she wrote.
The door to the dark room opened. Lavanya covered her eyes, the light stung. She had no idea how long she had been there. She didn’t know what time it was. She was on her way to meet Ramesh, and now she was there.
“What do you need?” the man said.
“Who are you? Why am I here? What do you — ?”
“Keep quiet, else I will have to gag your mouth, and you won’t like it,” he said. His tone was chilling. There wasn’t any rage. There wasn’t any hesitancy. It scared Lavanya more.
“But please, tell me, what do you want?”
The man walked away from the room. He closed the door behind him, but not entirely. Lavanya could see a strip of light coming inside. It appeared to be the living room outside.
She heard another voice. A woman’s voice. Lavanya tried to listen, but the woman was speaking softly.
“…sure? Do you…she…take it?” the woman was saying.
Lavanya tried to stand up. Her restraint, a coir rope, tied to a hook on the wall, didn’t let her stand up entirely. Hunched forward, her wrists together, she tried to walk toward the door. She managed to take a few steps before she felt the rope tugging at her wrists.
“Please let me out!” she screamed.
The man walked into the room, opening the door wide. Earlier, Lavanya hadn’t been able to see his face, more out of shock of waking up in a dark room, with her wrists tied together.
“Lavanya, you leave me no option,” the man said.
The woman was behind her. She was tall and slender, her hair short and curly. And she was wearing just an oversized shirt. The man extended his hand toward her, and she gave him a piece of clothing.
It was when he walked closer to Lavanya, and put his hand behind her head, that she saw him clearly.
It was Ramesh. Her date. The man she was on her way to meet. For the second time ever in her life.
Their first date had been fun. Lavanya had been on enough dates by then to know what Ramesh offered — surprise.
When they sat down for a cup of coffee, Ramesh didn’t flex his phone, or put his car keys down. He didn’t tell her that he loved traveling. He didn’t even call her hot.
Lavanya had dressed for the date though. She was wearing a red midi dress. It didn’t hug her body, but it did highlight her calves. She was one of those girls, who had calves which looked like she didn’t miss the leg days at the gym. Lavanya had tied her hair in a loose bun, carefully leaving a few strands. Her hair framed her face perfectly. A strong nose, thin lips, and a cleft chin. Lavanya always wished that she had prominent cheek bones, but instead she had puffy cheeks, which made her face look all the more innocent.
She had laughed a lot in that first date. Mostly because Ramesh had a deadpan sort of humor.
As they settled down with their cups of coffee, Ramesh looked at her and said, “I must confess, I’ve never been on a date with a girl who has such impressive calves.”
Lavanya raised her eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Is that your idea of a compliment?”
His grin was sheepish, yet charming. “Well, if you were a bodybuilder, you’d be thrilled.”
Lavanya laughed, her innocent face lighting up with amusement. “Well, lucky for me, I am not a bodybuilder. I do have more than my calves going on for me.”
Ramesh leaned back, his eyes twinkling as he countered, “I’ll believe it when I see them properly.”
The comment was bold and flirty, and it took Lavanya by surprise. She looked at him, trying to gauge his seriousness. The corners of his lips twitched in a restrained smile. She has been called pretty many times. But it was rare to be commented on her calves. It was just a part of her body. But the very fact that Ramesh said it, made her shift in her seat.
She responded in kind, her tone dripping with faux indignation. “Well, isn’t that presumptuous of you! Here I was thinking that you’d actually wait to discover my many talents.”
Ramesh feigned innocence. “Who said anything about not waiting? Just merely stating the facts. After all, one shouldn’t judge a book by its…calves.”
They had met around 6 PM, and Lavanya had thought that like many dates, she would be free in an hour. But it was close to 8 PM, and they were on their third coffee. It was only when she got a call from her dad asking when she would be back, that she realized that she had overstayed.
“Very soon. I am leaving from here right now,” she said on the phone, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, needing to say that in front of Ramesh, “… yes, I have called Harish uncle, he has been waiting outside…yes… bye.” she disconnected the phone.
“So, you have you are calling your uncle to come and pick you up? I can drop you — ”
“No. He’s not my uncle. He’s my driver. He’s been waiting outside,” Lavanya pointed at the car, that they could see through the window.
“Oh. You have a driver…” Ramesh said, looking at the car.
“Yeah…” Lavanya said, collecting her purse.
“I’ll get going then,” she said, getting up.
“But we are yet to talk about your fantasies,” Ramesh said, standing up with her.
Lavanya smiled. “I’’ll text you,” she said.
Ramesh nodded.
If she had turned around, she would have seen Ramesh looking at the sway of her ass. And at her calves.
She was not even inside the car, when her phone buzzed. It was Ramesh.
She looked at the window, and saw him looking at her.
“I took a closer look. Your calves are something,” he had written, with a wink.
She didn’t reply, just looked at him, smiled and waved.
When she was back home and was in her bed, in her panty and tee shirt, she texted Ramesh.
“It was a lot of fun,” she wrote.
“Likewise,” he replied, “but you are yet to tell me about your fantasies.”
Her heartbeat quickened when she read it. The very fact that she was considering telling him such a thing, made her pussy tingle. Before she texted, she touched her pussy, through the fabric of her panty. She rubbed it a little, with all the intentions to calm herself down. Instead, she ended up doing a mistake. She told him about herself.
In that dark room, when Ramesh put his hand over her head, it was the first time he had touched her. And it wasn’t a gentle touch. Ramesh took a bunch of her hair, and jerked her head around. Lavanya winced in pain, her face looking up, as Ramesh pulled her hair. Her mouth had opened up, instinctively, to scream, and that’s when she felt it.
She felt a piece of cloth, being thrust inside her mouth. She shook her head, trying to get out his grip, trying take her mouth away from being gagged. But Ramesh held her head in place. She tried to close her mouth then, but Ramesh had pushed the piece of clothing deep inside her mouth.
Lavanya gagged, because of the foreign invasion. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, the cloth soaking up all the moisture from inside her mouth.
She tried to protest, she tried to scream, but her voice was muffled from the gag.
In all the panic, she had forgotten that she could she her hand. She tried to push him away. She tried to raise her hand to reach her mouth.
Ramesh slapped her hard across her face.
The slap left Lavanya disoriented. She hadn’t recovered from the slap, her cheek still stinging from it, when he slapped her again. The second lap landed on her puffy cheeks, almost perfectly, sending a sting of pain and burning sensation all across her face.
She tried to raise her hand to protect her face, but Ramesh, jerked her head around, moved it away from her face, and slapped her again.
It was only after the third slap, that he spoke, “Don’t try to raise your hand, unless you want three more of these. And I won’t be gentle next time,” Ramesh said.
His voice didn’t have any rage. But it sent a chill down Lavanya’s spine.
She was still fully clothed then, in her denim jeans and tee shirt. But with her wrists tied together and her mouth gagged, she felt vulnerable. She felt naked. And, she felt something that shocked her — wet.
It was when she was processing all that, that her hair was pulled harder, and she was slapped again.
“Do you understand?” Ramesh said, his voice louder that time.
Lavanya nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Fear of the next slap. Confusion of being wet from all that.
Her fear became reality, because she was slapped again.
After that slap, Ramesh let go of his hair after the slap. Lavanya walked back, almost ran on her backheels, only to feel that she was still tied to the wall, still leashed by her wrists. She wouldn’t be able to move far away from him.
“Next time, don’t make me ask you twice,” he said.
He looked at the woman beside her and said, “Tie her hands behind her back.”
When the woman was walking toward Lavanya, every part of her body told her move away, to raise her hand. Except her cheeks. Her legs were shivering. Afraid, bound and gagged, Lavanya stood there, as she felt the woman’s fingers on her wrists.
She untied the knot. She let Lavanya’s hand go, but Lavanya was frozen with fear. She wasn’t looking at either of them. She couldn’t dare to look up at the woman, and certainly not at Ramesh, who was standing with her arms crossed, watching the two women intently.
The woman walked behind her, and held one of Lavanya’s wrists, and pulled it behind her back. The woman wasn’t gentle. Lavanya winced. She felt her eyes well up. Her mouth was dry, but she could feel a drip of her saliva, make its way down to her chin.
She could feel the rope grazing against her wrists. When the woman was done with it, she tapped the other arm. Lavanya obliged, fearing that her other arm would be jerked too.
Even though she didn’t have to, the woman tugged her arm. It made Lavanya push her chest out. She didn’t look up, but she could feel Ramesh’s eyes on her breasts. Her tee shirt was till the waist line of her jeans. The way she was tied, she could feel her tee shirt rise up a little. She could feel a ring of her belly flesh exposed, and it made her feel more naked than she was already feeling.
And more wet.
Lavanya brought her legs closer, fearing that the way she was standing will give away how wet she was. That wasn’t possible. But, then again, earlier in the day, she didn’t think it was possible for her to be wet, when her cheeks were still burned from hard slaps, when her hands were tied behind her back, and when she was in a room, with two strangers, one of whom, she had liked. Maybe, a little more than she should have.
When the woman was done, she walked in front of Lavanya, and giggled.
She put her thumb on Lavanya’s cheek, and wiped away the tear. And then she checked her gag. To do that, she pushed the piece of clothing, a little deeper inside her. Lavanya flinched. She tried to speak, wanting to say no, but all she could manage was a muffled groan.
From the corner of her eyes she saw Ramesh start walking toward her.
She panicked and tried to step back, but there was no more room. The rope tugged at her, she was tied to a radius, a radius beyond which she would not have been able to move.
“What did I — ” Ramesh started saying, raising his hand again.
“No, it’s okay, darling,” the woman stopped Ramesh.
“She’s not used to having my panty stuffed in her mouth,” the woman said, smiling.
Lavanya looked up at her, with wide eyes. The piece of clothing, that has been inside her mouth, and she was gagged with, was the woman’s panty.
And right then, the woman, raised her tee shirt, and flashed her bare pussy.
Lavanya tried to scream. She shook her head frantically. She tried to push the panty out of her panty. She even managed to move it an inch. But every time her tongue touched it, she felt strange. A strange mix of disgust and pleasure.
The woman laughed. And so did Ramesh.
“Now, keep quiet. I have to finish something that I started,” Ramesh said, touching the woman’s pussy. Lavanya saw his fingers, roughly brushing against the woman’s pussy. The same pussy, which was in contact with the panty that was stuffed inside her mouth.
And they left.
When the door closed behind them, for a moment or two, Lavanya could hear laughter.
But she, she sobbed. She wanted to howl, but all she could manage was groan, almost like an wild animal. She shook her head, unable to process what had happened to her.
She knew little of the situation. She knew she was tied up in a dark room. She knew that she was gagged with a panty. And she knew that she can be slapped around and she won’t be able to do anything.
She didn’t know how long she had been there. Her head throbbed, her cheeks burned, but she didn’t know how long would all of that continue. Will her father be looking for her? It must have been certainly past 8 PM. And more importantly, what did Ramesh and the woman want?
She stood there, for what seemed like an eternity. She had forgotten that she could have sat down. Her legs were still shaking in fear, her mouth uncomfortable. It was her throat which was the biggest problem. When the woman pushed the panty in, she made sure that some of it reached her throat. As she stood there, she kept gagging, her throat spasming, in the vain attempts to push out the panty out of her mouth.
When Lavanya finally realized that she could sit, she walked gingerly and reached the wall. When she tried to sit, she realized acutely that her hands were tied behind her back. Without the hands free to balance herself, she sat down with a thud, the hard floor, hit her ass. She whimpered, but like every sound she tried to make, it was a muffled groan.
She rested her back against the wall, and closed her eyes.
”Are you going to call her father now?” Suchi asked.
They were in bed, their naked bodies squashed together. Ramesh had his feet across her body, and Lavanya’s phone in his hand. Suchi, kept caressing his dick, which minutes ago was deep inside her. Ramesh’s dick was still sticky with his cum, and her juices.
“I don’t know. Do we really need that kind of attention?” he said, turning toward Suchi.
He cupped Suchi’s bare breast, and propped himself up on his elbow. He caressed her soft breast, and looked into her eyes.
“He has already called her so many times. We have to do something about it,” she said. She raised her arms and touched her short curly hair.
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Ramesh sighed.
“Okay, I think, we should make Lavanya tell him that she will be away for the night,” Ramesh said, getting up.
“Do you think it’s a good idea? What if she blurts — ”
“She won’t,” Ramesh said, walking toward the small room where Lavanya was.
“But — ”
Ramesh simply looked back. He was naked. His body glistening with the sweat, the sweat that was the result of him fucking her for half hour. Suchi, knew from the experience, that her lover didn’t take disagreements well.
While Ramesh and Suchi were fucking outside, Lavanya was sitting, with broken spirits.
She had heard the moans, the moans which were un-mistakably the moans of being fucked. It had helped Lavanya take her mind off things. Lavanya, was tied up, leashed to the wall, and she was scared. But she was also wet. She had the panty of a woman stuffed inside her mouth, so deep that some of it was in her throat. The same woman was being fucked by her date on the other side of the door.
It didn’t take long Lavanya to feel the bodily urges. She wished she could touch herself. But there was something else.
She needed to pee.
She told herself that she cannot ask for it. She cannot make noises, because she didn’t want to feel the sting of Ramesh’s slaps on her cheeks. She could only imagine his rage if Lavanya interrupted him in the middle of fucking. It was strange for Lavanya, to think of all these things.
Tied up, slapped around, humiliated with a panty stuffed inside her mouth, Lavanya should be feeling outraged. She should have been angry. She was scared, it’s true. But she felt something more than fear. Horny.
But, she needed to pee.
The more she tried not think about it, the stronger the urge got for her.
And right then, she heard the door open.
In walked, Ramesh. The first thing Lavanya noticed was his dick. He was naked, and walked in the room, as if it didn’t matter.
Behind her was the woman, with not a piece of clothing on her. Her breasts, perky, her skin smooth. Lavanya noticed the sparse bush on the woman. Her mind raced away to the time when she was hearing them having sex. Ramesh was inside her, fucking her, while Lavanya was tied up, trying not to pee.
Ramesh walked up to Lavanya. Lavanya looked up, her eyes wide with anticipation. She was acutely aware of the musky smell of Ramesh crotch. This was the man who had slapped her around, whom she had found interesting, who had shoved a piece of panty inside her mouth. And right then, he was standing over her, naked, with his limp dick. Lavanya only looked at his dick from the corner of her eyes, she didn’t want to look straight at it.
Ramesh leaned over. Lavanya, instinctively tried to move away, only to realize that there was a wall behind her.
Her hair had come entirely loose. Ramesh held a clutch of her hair, and tugged at it. Lavanya winced, tried to speak through her gag. Ramesh smiled as he jerked her head around. Lavanya’s cheeks were burning, but so was her pussy.
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Ramesh raised her hand. Lavanya panicked that she will slapped again. But instead, he reached for her gag and pulled it out.
Lavanya coughed, trying to reach for her throat, chaffing her wrists against her restrains.
Ramesh pushed Lavanya’s phone toward her and said, “You need to call your father and tell him that you are not coming home tonight. You are out partying.”
“What? I never do that — ”
“It doesn’t matter. You are doing it this time. You would disconnect the phone right after. Nothing clever,” he said.
Lavanya looked at the phone and then up to him. He laughed and said, “My bad. Here,” he said, facing the phone toward her face. The phone unlocked. And he called back the last missed call.
He brought the phone near Lavanya’s ear. As she heard the phone ring, Lavanya’s mind went blank. What should she say? She was never kind of person who would stay away for a night. What had Uncle Harish told him?
“Where are you?!” she heard her father yell.
“Papa, I will be out all night tonight. I am at a party,” she said.
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me this before? You have to come back right now! Where are you? I am sending Harish. I — ”
“No papa, let me have this night. I will be back tomorrow morning,” she said.
Ramesh took away the phone and disconnected it.
“See, I told you. She will do as I tell her to,” Ramesh told the woman.
“Please tell me, what do you want from me? Is it money? Just ask for it. Can I really go back home tomorrow morning? I — ”
Ramesh crouched down.
“Please…” Lavanya shut her eyes closed, bracing for a slap. She was on the verge of crying.
When the slap didn’t come, she slowly opened her eyes.
Ramesh was looking at her, studying her face.
“I… I need to pee,” Lavanya murmured, expecting a blow for her outspokenness. Instead, Ramesh and Suchi laughed.
“Well, why wait?” Ramesh said, his eyes glinting with amusement. He pointed to the floor, “Right here.”
Lavanya was silent for a long moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on her.
She was scared. She was seated on the floor, with her wrists tied behind the back. A naked man and woman were standing over her, and they were telling her to relieve herself right there. In her jeans. In her panty. In front of them.
What if she said no? What if she demanded that she be taken to a washroom? What would Ramesh do? Will it be just a slap? Will she be gagged deeper in her throat? The fear made her urge to worse.
But there was something else too.
A mix of fear, humiliation, and a strange form of excitement swirled within her. She had always been shy, even prudish by some standards. But, the thought of this act, this bizarre degradation, had her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Her thoughts were broken by a tug of her hair.
“Stand up, it will be easier,” Ramesh said, as he roughly pulled her up by the feet. With her hands tied behind the back, Lavanya swayed at her feet, feeling that she will fall down any moment.
With her chest pressed out, with her heart beating fast, she let go.
It didn’t happen immediately. She closed her eyes and told herself that it was okay to pee like that. That it was okay to be an object of humiliation. And then it started, slowly at first, and then finally when she let go a big part of her dignity, there was no stopping.
The warmth spread through her jeans, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. She blushed, her cheeks burning as she saw Ramesh and Suchi watching her.
She felt relieved, finally being able to let go of the pee. But inch by inch, the warmth of her own pee spread. She looked up, and saw Ramesh and Suchi looking down at her crotch. She was wearing a light-colored jeans.
She felt debased, exposed, and… thrilled.
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The sense of fear and the loss of control were intermingling with something else, something she had not expected. It was pleasure, a bizarre, twisted pleasure she had never known. The rawness of her situation, the complete loss of dignity, was strangely liberating, and she found herself feeling aroused in a way that both confused and excited her.
When she was finished, she remained standing, the wetness of her jeans a constant reminder of the raw, unexpected turn her life had taken. She was standing there, wearing a jeans drenched in her own pee, in front of her captors.
It felt like an eternity since she finished peeing in her jeans, in front of Ramesh and Suchi.
Ramesh, finally spoke, “It’s better to take her out of these clothes, don’t you think?” He was looking at Suchi.
His voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of something darker in his tone. Suchi joined him and together they began to strip Lavanya, her clothes heavy and clinging from the moisture.
Lavanya couldn’t raise her gaze. She stood there, looking at the floor. She could see that she had wet the floor too. She felt ashamed to have done that.
The cold, practicality in Ramesh’s voice made Lavanya tense. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impending invasion of her privacy. The button on her jeans popped open, followed by the zip being tugged down. Her jeans, heavy and sodden, were peeled away, causing her to shiver. She stood there in her underwear, the cold air prickling her bare skin.
Suchi took the lead from there. She began by pulling off Lavanya’s wet shoes, followed by her socks. Lavanya felt the cool tiles beneath her feet, sending an unpleasant shiver up her spine. Next came her bra, unhooked deftly, leaving her upper body completely exposed. Lavanya could feel Ramesh’s eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on the damp, stained clothes pooling around her feet.
She tried to cross her arms in a feeble attempt to cover herself, but her hands were still tied behind her. Suchi noticed this futile attempt and laughed, a soft, mirthless sound that echoed in the silence of the room.
The last piece of clothing was her underwear, which Suchi slid down her legs, revealing the rest of her. Now, Lavanya was utterly naked, standing bare under Ramesh’s scrutinizing gaze and Suchi’s amused smirk. She felt the flush creeping up her neck, spreading across her face, but not from the cold. It was from the humiliation.
Suchi’s touch was professional as she examined Lavanya’s body. Her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, the shape of her hips, down the length of her legs. Each touch was clinical, detached, yet it set off a flurry of reactions in Lavanya.
Ramesh’s touch, however, was different. It was assertive and demanding. His fingers ran through the length of her body, from the nape of her neck, along the spine, to the curve of her buttocks. Each touch was intentional and designed to dominate. He cupped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples, causing Lavanya to gasp. And then, he moved to touch her stomach, and finally the place between her legs.
Lavanya was acutely aware that she was wet for two reasons — for peeing and for the excitement that the entire situation was causing inside her. A part of her was relieved that Ramesh would not know that she was wet from all this.
Ramesh traced her slit, parting her pussy lips roughly, as if every inch of her flesh belonged to him. Right then, she felt Suchi dig her nails into Lavanya’s ass cheeks.
“Ouch,” she winced.
It only made the touches from Suchi rougher. She felt her ass cheeks being spread. She felt the cold air of the room hit the places where she was not used to. And then she felt Suchi’s fingers roughly graze her pussy and then asshole.
It sent a shiver down Lavanya’s spine, to be touched that way, unable to control what was being to done to her.
Ramesh, was busy touching her up. Lavanya felt tensed up, being touched that way. She wanted to say something. But she was afraid of a slap on her face, or any of her body. She was helpless then. But she liked it.
Lavanya felt as if she was torn between two worlds — the one where she was humiliated, vulnerable, and the other where these invasive touches were awakening an unexpected response within her. It was raw, instinctual, and Lavanya found herself unable to resist the rising tide of pleasure that each touch brought.
“Let’s take her to bed,” Ramesh declared, after rubbing Lavanya’s pussy one more time.
“No! I am not taking this filthy bitch to my bed,” Suchi said.
Lavanya’s lowered her gaze. She was afraid that her eyes will give away her pleasure. A filthy bitch. Lavanya told herself. Nobody had ever called her that. She squeezed her legs together. At that point, she didn’t know what she was ashamed of — having her legs wet with her own pee or that she was getting turned on because a random woman called her a filthy bitch.
“But we can’t stay here. There isn’t even a mattress here and it stinks,” Ramesh said. They were talking about Lavanya as if she was not in the room.
“Let’s wash her up then,” she said.
Ramesh and Suchi led Lavanya out of the room. The bedroom seemed awfully bright to her eyes. She did a quick glance of the room, before she felt a tug at her wrists. Suchi had the rope in her hands. Lavanya was being led like an animal, a piece of meat that stank and needed to be washed, so that they can touch her better.
Being led through the dimly lit, rundown bedroom, Lavanya felt the worn-out carpet under her bare feet. The grimy atmosphere of the room stood in stark contrast to the lavish settings she was accustomed to back home. Ramesh opened the door to an adjoining bathroom; the solitary light bulb flickered, casting long shadows on the chipped tiles and rusty fixtures.
As she was guided into the bathroom, she noticed the small shower area, the floor and walls covered in faded, once-white tiles, speckled with mildew. Ramesh and Suchi directed her towards the shower.
“Stand there,” Ramesh instructed, pointing at the dingy floor beneath the showerhead. The chill of the cold water spraying from the rusty pipes hit her like a jolt. It was harsh, a far cry from the warm, luxurious showers she was used to, but the cold water washing away the stickiness of her pee had a strange effect on her — the stark reality of her situation became more poignant.
Suchi picked up a worn-out loofah, the texture of it no longer soft but roughened from overuse. The coarse material scraped against Lavanya’s skin, the harsh contact almost painful but oddly thrilling.
Suchi then moved the loofah down to Lavanya’s thighs. The rough texture scratched against her sensitive skin and then inched towards her pussy. Lavanya flinched, her instincts urging her to close her legs, but Ramesh was there, holding them apart.
She gasped as the rough texture made contact with her pussy, a surge of conflicting emotions — shock, humiliation, and arousal — washing over her. She felt exposed, objectified, her body under their control. The shame and arousal twisted within her, the intensity of the sensation making her dizzy.
Water dripped from her hair onto her face, matting her lashes and running in rivulets down her cheeks and over her nipples. Lavanya’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She glanced up and found Ramesh watching her, his hand slowly stroking his dick. His gaze was intense, predatory and, to her disbelief, incredibly arousing. She was still tied up, soaked, naked, and more turned on than she could ever remember being.
And right then, Lavanya felt Suchi’s rough loofah brush over her pussy again.
That time, instead of wincing, Lavanya moaned.
Suchi giggled.
“She’s loving seeing you stroke your dick,” Suchi said.
She let the loofah fall on the bathroom floor and moved to touch Lavanya’s pussy. Her delicate fingers ran along the slit.
Lavanya was acutely aware of Suchi’s naked breasts against her bare skin. She was helpless, being touched by a woman, while a man stroked his dick. And all this, as she stood in a dingy bathroom, in a place unknown, with her hands tied back.
A strange mix of shame and pleasure was coursing through her veins, warming her insides even as water droplets continued to cool her skin. The constant contrast between cold and warm was making her hyper-aware of her own body. Her nipples hardened, her breath hitched, and an unusual warmth spread from her center, diffusing across her belly.
Suchi’s fingers were firm but surprisingly gentle, knowing just where to press, where to slide. Lavanya could only whimper in response, her body betraying her in its pleasure, her lower body instinctively pressing against Suchi’s hand for more.
Suchi finally pulled her hand away, leaving Lavanya aching for her touch, her body resonating with a strange emptiness.
Ramesh stepped closer. His hard dick bobbed in front of her, almost as if it was mocking her. He wrapped his hand around the back of Lavanya’s head, tugging on her damp hair.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
Suchi, still behind Lavanya, pushed her forward. Lavanya’s knees hit the cold, grimy tiles of the bathroom floor with a jarring thud. Her breasts swayed with the motion, nipples hard against the cool air of the room.
Ramesh placed his thick, hard cock in front of her face. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers.
He slapped Lavanya.
The slap was so hard that it made Lavanya’s eyes water. Helpless, on her knees, she kept her head turned away. It’s then that she felt Suchi tug at her damp hair roughly, and make her face Ramesh.
Ramesh slapped her again. Lavanya tried to move away, but she couldn’t, not while Suchi held her by her hair.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
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