Illeana is one of Bollywood’s hottest actresses. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. He must have had it. But how?
He’s been tracking her for months. He followed her in her big black van with tinted windows, always with binoculars of night vision ready. He watched it come and go from the different sets, restaurants and cafes, and even from his house and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and especially of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures in his van and in his little apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew she wanted to, even if she hadn’t met him yet.
One day, he watches her leave her house to jogging at his normal time, following her in his black van. He approaches the side of the road right in front of her. She sees him stop but don’t think much about it. He exits the vehicle and goes to the back of the van and opens the back doors. While she’s jogging, she looks in her van and sees there’s nothing inside. She has a strange feeling from this guy, but she overtakes him on her way.
While she is thinking of something strange that has just happened, she is suddenly surprised by the quick approach of her back steps and before she has time to react to a male hand approaching her throat and put a kind of cloth in her mouth and nose so that she can only breathe what he allowed her to breathe, namely chloroform. She struggled a little but quickly fainted. He picked her up and put her on her shoulder, looked around to make sure no one was looking at her, and dropped her in the back of her van. He closed the doors and locked them.
He takes the young actress home in the woods, away from civilization. It’s dark outside and she’s unconscious. She doesn’t know where she’s going or who’s going. When he arrives at home in the woods, our “hero” opens the back doors of his van and picks up the Indian actress in both arms and the door, unconscious, until the small escape of the steps leading to the front door and the unlocked house. Once inside, he puts it on the floor. He turns and locks the heavy mahogany door with a key in three places. He hides the key under a floor. He enters the library and releases a copy of Sherlock Holmes’ stories that opens a door in the middle of the library. He returns to the actress and takes her to the library, to the twisted stairs and to the dark dungeon. The only light is a candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs he had lit before leaving the house earlier that day.
He takes the actress into a setting he built especially for this day. He puts it on the wooden frame. It is large enough and strong enough to support its weight which is certainly not large. It is built in the form of Leonardo’s Virtruvian man with arms stretched at right angles to the body and legs stretched as if he were standing but placed slightly apart.
She’s still unconscious when he closes one leg with a leather bracelet and the other. His legs are stretched. He feels his desire to grow in his brain and kidneys. He quickly closes his arms with leather straps and places his head in a specially built brace head that supports his shoulders, then closes around his neck just enough to be sure but free enough to allow breathing and a small movement, although not much. Its head itself has no support and stands out from the wooden frame resting on a vertical support that connects to the ground with its long, luxurious black hair hanging. Her beautiful face is upside down and her mouth is open.
The man takes a bucket of ice water and throws it on the faces of actresses to wake her up with a shock. She tries to jump by waking up, but of course she is not able to do so because of the solid wood fastening around her neck. She chokes as she slams her throat in the wooden chain surrounding her neck as she tries to get up. She shakes her arms and legs and realizes that she cannot move at all crying in terror. The man smiles. It was the day he had been waiting for years. He was extremely excited to look at his beautiful fucking toy of fear for his life. “Now, now bitch,” he says firmly. “You’re not going anywhere… at least not until I use you until I’m bored,” he added.
She moved her eyes quickly and saw the man. He was there in the darkness, she could not even distinguish his features, but he threatened and held his big tail in his left hand, stinging her attention. He cried evil when he spoke. She remembers then that she jogged when she was caught and fainted. She screamed again as he walked towards her by sucking her stiff dick with his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you like a good whore,” he said, “but those screams must stop.” He walked towards his face and, with his right hand, put a dirty cloth in his open mouth to gag her. His suffocated cry was much more pleasant to his ears than he decided. Always sucking his now upright tail, the man moved away from his face, around his left arm, and returned to his torso where she could no longer see him. He didn’t say anything but get out of his right hand and mocked his beautiful little tits when he hit his dick. She had a tight spandex jogging shirt and that had to go so he ripped her off with a massive wanker who sent a puff of pain through her body because of the wanker’s strength. His cute pink nipples were raised in the cold of the dungeon and he caresses them about with his right hand, pinching them and drawing them to the attention. He squeezed them and cruelly twisted them while she was in pain. He slapped his breasts gently and then harder making them red. He took pins and put one on each nipple, which caused him a little more pain. He laughed at it.
Then he grabbed his spandex shorts and ripped them out of his body and took off his running shoes, his white socks, and then his panties. Everything went down. No tampon. He hated the rules. He was playing with the girl’s clitoris with his free hand while he was running away. He pushed one, two, then three fingers into his tight little pussy and fucked them in and out of his dry hole. But he wasn’t bad, and despite his terror, she got wet there. Once sufficiently lubricated in his own girl juice, he put all his hand in his tight pussy and bowed his fingers into his pussy. She moans in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She never had such an object in her little pussy. His hand was covered in his fucking juice now that he pumped his fist into his pussy. He loved the warm feeling of his vagina around his hand and had a philosophical thought or two with his hand so locked in his fucking tunnel.
Finally, he got bored and pulled his wet hand out of his vulva and put two of his recently wet fingers on his tight asshole. She resisted first by pushing one and then one of her numbers wet in her pretty shithole. He fucked his fingers in and out of his ass, widening his fingers once they were inside and bringing them back together once he pulled them out. One of his favorite things to do was to fold one of his fingers in his ass to get him into his vagina. He was fun and he did it to the asshole actresses several times. When he was bored with this, he pulled his hand out of his asshole and returned to his face, pulled the greasy cloth out of his mouth and replaced it with his stinking fingers. He fucked her with her ass fingers until she completely cleaned her fingers with her lubricant. She had a disgusted look on her face and vomited a little as he kissed his mouth with his shitty fingers. She whispered when he was done with that. He smiled again and let him drop his pants. His giant erection came out of his body like a flag. He hit her face hard with her left hand so she opened her eyes and mouth wide with surprise. He crawled his hard dick in the bitch’s throat. “Fuck,” he said in a state of complete lust. She simply scratched and made suffocating noises as he stuffed his dick in and out of his throat with rapid movements like a plunger, grabbing the hair and using it as a handlebar as he fucked his little tight throat without mercy. She gagged and suffocated as he did, tears forming in her eyes, as she vomited from her mouth around her dick as he jerked off his pretty head.
She felt ill-treated and humiliated. She was that man’s whore and slave. He owned it and could do what he wanted. She felt completely degraded and submissive to this man.
He put one hand around the base of the sluts’ skull and the other around his throat, just above the wooden screw holding it in place. He pushed the whole length of his dick into the tight throat of the whore, fucking her like a pussy. She gagged and continued to vomit. She had not been able to breathe in 30 seconds, while her mouth was full of dick and saliva and vomit. Her eyes rolled in her head and she began to see stars beyond the tears that spread in her sad eyes.
The man cared little for his comfort but much for his own pleasure. He liked to fuck that bitch’s face, which is why she was made. He kept banging his hole with his turgid penis as she choked and vomited. Seeing that she was about to die, he pulled his dick out of his face with a plop sound leaving saliva and vomiting with his red lips and wet face. He slapped her on the face and spit on her several times. He shouted: She started breathing alone again, but she felt horrible. He laughed at her and hit her again.
He had a stool to get up and put it right in front of his head. He climbed on the stool so his knees were near his face and bent down pushing all the length of his erection deep into his skull through his pretty face. He stood up by putting his hands on his breasts and supporting the weight of his large body on the hard and solid piece of wood that surrounds his neck. He had built that device.
It gave him a serious access to the whore’s throat because he didn’t have to reach in that position. He fucked mercilessly in the sluts’ skull from this top position while manipulating his breasts. She had no more vomit and all she could get out of her mouth was great waves of saliva every time he pulled his big dick out of his face. She felt terrible; His throat and mouth were painful beyond belief. But something seemed fair. She realized at that time that she loved that man, that rapist, that sore throat. She belonged to her and she wanted him to fuck her every night, if possible for the rest of her life. That’s what happened.