The Blackmail and Retribution Ch. 02

"One more chance, Beautiful," he called over to her. "Ask or leave."

Shanti turned away from his leering face and leaned against the bedroom door, trying to gather her thoughts. She was still dizzy, though, and it was hard to think. Ask or leave... ask or leave... What could she do?! Eventually, however, she came to the only decision she could; there was no way she could let him release that tape.

OK you bastard she thought, drawing a deep, shuddering breath, I'll give you what you want and more. She spun around to face him again.

"Barun," she asked, her voice quivering slightly, "I... I want to fuck you." She couldn't believe the sound of those words coming out of her mouth. Was that really her talking? It didn't sound like her. She was beginning to feel strangely detached.

"What was that?" Barun asked, cupping his ear. "I didn't catch what you said."

Hands clenched into helpless fists, she repeated the hated words, a little louder this time: "I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you."

"You don't sound as if you mean it." Barun pretended to be hurt, drawing the humiliation out a little longer.

OK, Shanti told herself, trying to remain calm, just give him what he wants. Do what he wants, get the tape and get out of here. "Please," she repeated, this time pleading in an exaggerated manner, "Please let me fuck you. I want to fuck you."

To her shock and anger, Barun just shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "I don't know," he answered. "Maybe I don't want to."

Her heart skipped a beat. Was he planning to release the tape after all? "Please," she pleaded - this time for real. "Please let me fuck you. I want to... I really do. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. Please let me fuck you?" She looked up at him, imploring.

Barun seemed to reach a decision. "Let's see what you've got," he told her. "Take your clothes off. If I like what I see, maybe I'll let you do it."

Shanti, now numb from shock and still dizzy from the drink, reached down and slowly began to take off her tee-shirt. She had gone so far now, she might as well see things through to the finish. Her hands shook as she slowly pulled the shirt up over...

"Not like that," Barun leered at her. "Do it sexy - like a strip-tease. And ditch the pony tail."

Swallowing, Shanti complied, pulling the tie from her hair and shaking it out. With her wavy Tamil Iyer hair hanging free, she began to undress in as sexy a manner as she could manage. Trying to smile in a seductive way, she slid the tee-shirt up over her head and twirled it into a corner of the room, exposing her bra.

Barun grinned in appreciation.

Shanti's tits weren't particularly large, but they were very firm and well-formed. Next, to his delight, she began to fondle her breasts through the bra, still looking at him seductively. After doing this for a few seconds, she unclipped the bra, and pulled it slowly off. Her breasts jutted proudly, nipples erect. Shanti felt a moment of shame at this, but she was careful not to show it.

She was too far along to think of pulling out now. Suggestively, she ran her hands down her chest, across her naked breasts and along her flat stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Hesitating only slightly, she undid the button and allowed the jeans to slide down her long, athlete's legs to the floor. She wore simple, white panties. Shanti stepped out of the jeans and towards Barun, time to get this over with.

Barun however gestured towards the panties and shook his head. Her theatrically seductive smile wavered a bit at this, but she took it in stride. After all, how much worse could it get? Bending over, Shanti slid the panties down her legs, completely exposing her crotch to his Barun's view.

Now naked except for her socks, she straightened up and looked at him. What now?

"Ask." Barun mouthed the word at her.

In as seductive a voice as she could manage, Shanti did as she was told. "Please," she begged, her voice a throaty whisper, "Please fuck me. I need it so bad... please fuck me." While she begged, she ran her hands over her hardened nipples, almost causing Barun to ejaculate right then and there. Was this Shanti Rangaswamy standing in front of him? "Please," she pleaded. "I want it now..."

Unable to wait any longer, Barun swung his legs around onto the floor and sat up at the side of his bed. "Come here, bitch," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust.

Dizzy from the mixture of drugs she had been served in the drink and almost numb from shock, Shanti obeyed. She felt detached, as if her body was acting on automatic while she - the real Shanti Rangaswamy - watched from a distance. Breathing quickly, she hurried forward, her tits bouncing as she moved. She kneeled in front of him as he gestured for her to do so.

"Do you want it?" he asked her gruffly.

Shanti looked up at him with her large green eyes, puzzled and unable to think. Want...

"My cock, Beautiful. Do you want my cock?"

Shanti fought back tears. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Please, let me have your cock."

At his nod, she reached in between his legs and fumbled with the zipper. A few seconds later, his cock popped out onto her grasping fingers. It was already extremely hard, and - Shanti noted with loathing - glistening wetly. What now?

"Kiss it," he ordered, answering her unspoken question. "Give it some tongue."

Gagging, Shanti moved her face forward, grasped the penis and, rubbing it gently with her fingers, she began to kiss and lick it. She had done this a couple of time before with a previous boyfriend. She didn't like it, but was able to keep her revulsion under control. This activity carried on for a few minutes before Barun reached down and began to fondle her tits.

To her embarrassment, they responded immediately, the nipples regaining their previous hardness. Her own body was betraying her! Her face went red with shame, but she definitely began to feel a tingling between her legs.

"Take it in your mouth," Barun whispered at her a few moments later, pushing her hair away from her face. His breath was short. Reluctantly, she did so, sliding her warm, wet mouth over his now-sticky cock and sucking gently. The salty taste was unpleasant, but she could stand it as long as he wasn't planning to come in her mouth. Surely, he wasn't...

Suddenly, he leaned back and raised his legs. Surprised, she pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up from where she was kneeling, her chin glistening with spittle and pre-come. She quickly saw what he wanted, and co-operated by pulling off his pants. He was naked underneath, and his cock stuck straight up as he leaned back on the bed and swung his legs around so he was again lying lengthwise.

"Climb on," he ordered. Panting, and out of breath from giving head, Shanti scrambled onto the bed and straddled his naked body, her knees propped up on each side of his thighs. Holding this position, she panted and trembled, waiting for his next order. It wasn't long in coming.

He reached forward and played with her breasts for a moment but then dropped his hands to her crotch, feeling her cunt lips.

Shanti's hands twitched with the urge to push his hands away, but they remained at her sides. He smirked at her. "Wet," he pronounced. "You're really into this." Shanti fought back tears, and tried to maintain a seductive leer. This wasn't her kneeling naked over Barun French; it was someone else. Barun relaxed back on his pillow. "I like them a little wetter, though. Let's see if you can't make yourself a little more ready."

Grasping his meaning, Shanti moved her hands back to her crotch area and began to play with herself. Closing her eyes, she was almost able to imagine that she was back in her own room, and none of this was happening. She moaned involuntarily, as Barun began to play with her breasts, kneading them roughly. Her fingers were doing their work, though, and her crotch was soon damp with desire.

Finally, Barun had seen enough. Pushing her hands away, he positioned his cock directly underneath her pussy and looked up at her expectantly. Shanti leaned forward on her hands, so that her breasts hung directly downwards, and slowly slid Barun's cock into her now-wet pussy. It went in easily, despite that fact that she was very tight. Eventually, his cock was entirely swallowed as she knelt on top of him.

"Get moving," he ordered her hoarsely.

Completely defeated, Shanti began to move up and down, riding his cock in and out of her pussy. Despite herself, she began to moan and pant with desire. Barun leaned up and began to bite and lick her breasts as his hands played over her straining thighs.

Shanti gasped. It was painful, but after a while, the pain seemed to meld into pleasure, and warmth radiated out of her pussy to envelope her entire body. The detached part of her mind wailed in horror as her body abandoned itself entirely to the experience.

She was now making soft moaning sounds in time with her rhythmic self-impalement on Barun's cock. Gradually, her moaning became louder and louder as the pace increased and she approached climax. Barun, beneath her, began moving his hips in time with her, all the while mauling and biting her small, firm tits as they dangled invitingly in front of his face.

"Oh... oh... oh... oh..." Her moans got louder and louder until she was almost screaming. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth hung open, slack with lust. "Oh... oh... OH... OH... Ahhh..."

Finally, she came with a loud scream of pleasure, her body shaking and trembling. That was all for Barun; he could hold back no longer. Just as her orgasm ended, he thrust forward with his hips, and pulled her down, crushing her mauled breasts against his sweaty chest and forcing his tongue into her gasping mouth, his cock pumping sperm into her warm, damp pussy.

The two fell limp, their spent, sweaty bodies stuck together. A few seconds later, Shanti roused herself with a groan and pushed herself off her unwanted companion. His prick slid limply out of her pussy as she clambered off the bed, leaving a thin trail of sperm along the inside of her thigh.

Shanti bit back a scream as she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her Tamil Iyer hair was plastered back from her sweaty face, leaving fully revealed her wide, frightened eyes and nostrils which flared as she gasped for breath. Drool glistened on her cheeks and mouth where Barun had slobbered on her when he came. Her sleek body was covered by a fine sheen of sweat and her tits shone red and purple where Barun had mauled and bit them.

Sperm trickled out of her sopping cunt, joining the thin, white trail laid down on her leg by his cock when she had pulled away. A thin wail rose from her throat as she stared at her reflection. Both the dizziness and the lust which had possessed her earlier had left as though burnt away by the intensity of her orgasm, leaving her clear-headed and terrified. How had she let this happen? Panting and choking, Shanti stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and threw up violently into the toilet.

Her retching was interrupted by the impact of clothing being thrown into the bathroom and hitting her back. It was Barun. "When you're done in there," he called out to her heaving rear, "Get dressed and get out." He had pulled his trousers on and was leaving the bedroom.

Shanti continued retching for a few moments before climbing to her feet. Unsteadily, still coughing and gasping, she pulled her clothes on over her sticky, abused body. Dressed, she left the bathroom to find Barun sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. He ignored her for a moment and then looked up, as if surprised that she were still there. "Well? I thought I told you to leave."

Shanti looked down. "T-the tape," she mumbled. "You said - you p-promised to give it to me."

Grinning, Barun reached into a pocket and pulled out a cassette tape. "Fair enough," he agreed, tossing it to her. She was unprepared and it bounced off her chest and slid under the bed. Barun laughed as she got down on her hands and knees to retrieve it.

The tape securely in her possession, Shanti stood up and moved towards the door her only thought to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

She turned to face him. "What?" The anger was back now, making it easier to deal with his leering face.

"To say thank you," Barun told her.

"Fuck you," she muttered and stormed out of the room. Behind her, Barun laughed.