Bollywood throat

Illeana is one of the hottest actresses in Bollywood. It wasn’t just that, it was the way she laughed, the way she walked, and most importantly, her sexy, young throat. He was after her. But how?

He’s been stalking her for months. He followed her in his big black van with the tinted windows, always with a night vision. He saw her coming and going from the different sets, from restaurants and cafes, and even from her home and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and specifically of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures in his van and his little apartment. He knew what he wanted to do to her and he knew that she wanted to, even though she hadn’t met him yet.

One day he sees her leave her house to go jogging at her usual time, he follows her in his dark van. He drives right in front of her on the side of the road. She sees him stop, but doesn’t think much about it. He gets out of the vehicle and goes to the back of the van and opens the back doors. As she jogs past, she looks in his van and sees there’s nothing in it. She gets a weird feeling from this guy but jogging past him on her route.

While she thinks something strange happened, she suddenly shook her footsteps from behind and before she has time to respond to a male hand reaching around her throat and sticking some kind of cloth to her mouth and nose, so that she could only breathe what he let her breathe, namely chloroform. She struggled a little but fainted quickly. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder, looked around to make sure no one looked, and put her in the back of his van. He closed the doors and closed them.

He takes the young actress to his house in the forest - far 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 his house in the woods, our hero opens the back doors of his van and picks up the Indian actress in both arms and carries her, unconscious, up the small staircase leading to the front door and the house unlocked. Once inside, he puts her on the ground. He turns and closes the heavy mahogany door with a key in three locations. He’s hiding the key under a floorboard. He walks into the library and retrieves a copy of Sherlock Holmes stories that opens a doorway in the middle of the library. He walks back to the actress and brags her and takes her to the library, down the spinning stairs and into the thankful, dark dungeon. The only light is a candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs that he had lit before he left the house earlier that day.

He’s taking the actress to a list he made especially for this day. He puts her on the wooden frame. It is long enough and strong enough to support her weight which is not great. It was built in the form of Leonardo’s Virtruvian man with the arms stretched out in the right corners of the body and the legs stretched out as if standing, but placed something apart.

She’s still unconscious as he fastens one leg with a leather belt and then the other. Her legs are spread. He feels his lust growing in his brain and in his loins. Soon he also secures her arms with leather straps and places her head in a specially built head brace that supports her shoulders, then closes around her neck just enough to be safe but free enough to breathe and some small movement, albeit not very much. Her head itself has no support and dangles from the wooden frame resting against a vertical brace that connects to the floor with its long, luxurious black hair hanging down. Her beautiful face is upside down and her mouth is open.

The man grabs a bucket of ice water and dumps it on the actress face and wakes her up with a shock. She tries to jump up when she wakes up, but is obviously not able to because of the sturdy wooden bracket around her neck. She’s choking on her throat in the wooden chain around her neck trying to get up. She wriggles her arms and legs and realizes she can’t move in all the screams of fear. The man’s just laughing. This was the day he waited for years. He was extremely horny when he looked at his beautiful fuck toy out of fear for her life. “Now, now bitch,” he says harshly. “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 stood there in the darkness, she couldn’t even see his characteristics, but he threatened and he held his big, turgid dick in his left hand, stroked it to the attention. He smiled angry as he spoke. She remembered she was jogging when she got caught and blacked out. She screamed again as he walked to her pumps his stiff dick with his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he said, “but that screaming has to stop.” He walked to her face and with his right hand pushed a dirty cloth into her open mouth to gag her. Her muffled scream was much more pleasant to the ears he decided. Still pumping his now upright dick the man walked away from her face, around her left arm and back to her torso where she couldn’t see him anymore. He said nothing but reach with his right hand and touch her beautiful young tits when he stroked his dick. She had a tight spandex jogging shirt and that had to go so he tore it off with a huge asshole who was shocked by pain from her body because of the power of the asshole. Her nice pink nipples stood upright in the cold of the dungeon and he caressed them roughly with his right hand, squeezed and drew them to attention. He squeezed them and twisted them cruelly while she muffled in pain. He beat her tits gently and then harder to make them red. The he grabbed some laundromats and placed one on each nipple making them much more pain. He laughed at it.

Then he grabbed her buttocks and pulled them off her body and took off her shoes, her little white socks, and then her panties. Everything went to the floor. It didn’t look like a tampon. He hated menstruation. He was playing with the girl’s clitoris with his free hand as he tore himself off. He pushed one, two, then three fingers into her tight little pussy and fucked her in and out of her dry hole. He wasn’t bad at it and despite her fear she got a little wet down there. Once she was sufficiently lubricated in her own girl’s juice he pushed his whole hand into her tight pussy and flexed his fingers into her pussy. She moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. She’d never had an object this big in her pussy. His hand was covered with her fucking juice now he pumped his fist into her pussy. He loved the warm feeling of her vagina around his hand and had a philosophical thought or two with his hand thus wrapped in her fucking tunnel.

Eventually, however, he got bored and pulled his wet hand out of her vulva and laid two of his recently wet fingers on her tight asshole. She resisted when he pushed one of his wet numbers into her beautiful shithole. He fucked his fingers in and out of her ass, extended his fingers as soon as they were inside and brought them back together when he brought them out. One of his favorite things to do was to bend one of his fingers up her ass so it stuck in her vagina. He thought it was fun and he did it several times at the actresses bunghole. When he bored this he pulled his hand out of her butthole and walked back to her face, pulled the fat cloth out of her mouth and replaced it with his stinking fingers. He fucked her mouth with his ass-smelling fingers until she had cleaned his fingers off her ass lubricant completely. She had a disgusting look on her face and puked a little while he fucked her mouth with his shit-spotted fingers. “Asshole” whispered to them when he was done with that. He smiled at her again and dropped his pants. His huge erection stabbed directly out of his body like a flag. He hit her face hard with his left hand so she opened her eyes and mouth wide with surprise. He rammed his hard dick right into the bitch’s tight throat. “Fuck” he said in a state of full lust. She garged and made choking sounds when he pushed his dick in and out of her throat with quick piston-like movements, grabbed her hair and used her as a steering wheel while fucking her tight throat without mercy. She hugged and suffocated while he did this, forming tears in her eyes, like vomit poured out of her mouth around his dick as he sucked her pretty head.

She felt abused and humiliated. She was this man’s whore and slave. He owned her and could do whatever he wanted. She felt a total humiliation and submission to this man.

He laid one hand around the base of the skull of the bitches and the other around her throat, right above the wooden fish that held her in place. He pushed the full length of his dick deep into the whore’s tight throat, fucking it like it’s a pussy. She kept puking. She couldn’t have breathed in the last 30 seconds… Because her mouth was full of dick, saliva and vomit. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to see stars past the tears that had swollen in her sad eyes.

The man cared little for her comfort, but much for his own pleasure. He loved fucking this whore face; It was what she was made for. He smashed her pie hole with his penis when she suffocated and puked. When he saw that she was standing on the edge of death he pulled his dick out of her face with a plop sound causing saliva and vomit from her red lips and saliva-wet face. He hit her hard on her face and spit on her several times. “Wake up, slut!” he cried. She started breathing alone again but felt terrible. He laughed at her and hit her again.

He got a stool so he could stand higher and placed it right in front of her dangling head. He got the stool so that his knees close to her face and bent down push the whole length of his erection deep into her skull through her beautiful face. He held himself up by laying his hands on her tits and carrying the weight of his large body on the sturdy, hard piece of wood that surrounds her neck. He built this machine well.

This gave him access to the whore’s throat because he didn’t have to get into this position. He fucked mercilessly into the skull of the bitches of this superior position while roughly manhandling her breasts. She was all out of vomit and all she could collect from her mouth were large streams of saliva every time he pulled his big cock out of her face. She felt terrible; her throat and mouth were painful. But something felt good. She realized at that moment that she loved this man, that rapist, that fucking asshole. She was his and she wanted him to fuck her every night, if possible for the rest of her life. That happened.