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Time Goes by So Quickly

The weekend ended, and Malavika returned to work. It was a busy day full of distractions, exactly what Malavika needed. She worked harder than she had ever done before, volunteering for as many busy tasks as she possibly could. Working hard kept her from thinking, and put more distance between her and last Friday.

Monday went by, as did Tuesday and Wednesday. It is said that time heals all wounds, and certainly for each day that passed, it became slightly easier to feel herself returning to her life with Tim, a life that she loved.

By the time that Thursday came, she found herself becoming comfortable to be affectionate with Tim again. Most of the week, she went through the motions of being affectionate, but she did not actually feel it. It was just to prevent the 'What's wrong?' conversations. But today, she was feeling a lot more relaxed. A bit of joy was returning to her heart, she felt love again when she looked at him. They finished dinner and cuddled on the couch.

"What a busy week for me," Tim said, "back to back interviews. So, stressful. I am so glad that tomorrow is the last day of the week."

"What?" she said, "What day is today?" Malavika had kept herself so busy that she lost track of which day of the week it was.

"Today is Thursday, silly. Tomorrow is Friday," he told her laughing. Her heart sank. She knew what this meant. It meant that tomorrow she had to return to Marco's house and make another 'payment', so that Tim's deadline would be extended. "I...I have to go to the bathroom," she said, getting up abruptly. She shut the door and immediately sat on the floor by the door and broke down. Tears streamed down her face as the dread and anxiety came back. Her healing week had only set her up for a harder fall.

Malavika went to work the next day. The ominous 'Friday'. First thing in the morning, she went to talk to her manager. "I am going to need to take Friday afternoons off for a while," she told him, "I have a series of medical treatments that I need to do."

"Oh my God, is it serious?!" he asked her.

"No," she said, "but it could be fatal if I don't treat it."

"This is a bit irregular, but I can allow it a few times, but beyond that, you will need to make your case to HR," he told her.

"No problem," she said with a fake smile. She knew that this was going to go on for some time, as far as she could tell, and that it would eventually interfere with her career goals at the bank.

She ate lunch alone, not wanting to socialize with any of her co-workers. She was just not in the mood. How could she be? She returned to her desk after eating, finishing up her emails for the day, and left early heading for Marco's house.

She parked on the street like last time, but when she approached the house, the security guard opened the gate for her and pointed toward the front door without saying a word. The maid was waiting at the door and escorted her to the same room as last time. "Wait here for Mr. Xavier," the maid told her.

Marco appeared about 5 minutes later. "Well hello Malavika," he said with a smile, "don't you look lovely today. I've been looking forward to seeing you all week." His compliments felt shallow at best to her. She glared at him with a resentful expression. "Don't you got some attitude today," he said, "I like it." "No pleasantries?" he asked her sarcastically. She had nothing to say to him. She just wanted to get this over with and get out of there. "Alright," he said, "let's get this show on the road."

Malavika knew what he wanted by now. She figured the sooner she got it done, the sooner she could leave. She removed her clothes and left her heels on. "You're gettin' the hang of this," he said. "Go ahead and get over here on the floor," he ordered. Malavika knelt down on the floor between his legs. "Take off my shorts and underwear," he ordered next. Malavika did as he asked. She pulled them off and set them on the floor beside her, with all of Marco now exposed to her.

Immediately placing her hands around the shaft, not wanting to waste time, she began rapidly stroking up and down trying to get him hard as soon as possible. She looked at the cloak of skin covering the head. It was not appealing to look at, and even more unpleasant to taste what was under it. But, knowing it was inevitable, she thrusted her mouth down onto it, the head popping out onto her tongue. This time, she was prepared for the flood of flavor, so she did not gag.

Marco moaned loudly. "Hmmmm...this is even better than last time," he said with pleasure.

She went faster and faster. "Maybe if I make him finish now he will stop and won't want anything else," she told herself. She tasted a salty sweetness in her mouth. "Pre-cum!!" she realized, "He was about to finish!"

As she increased her intensity, Marco said "Whoah, whoah, whoah!!" removing her head and hands. She sighed in disappointment, as she knew what was next.

"Up on the sofa," he said. She sighed again, and positioned herself as she knew he wanted her, bent over the back, with her knees on the cushions. "Now down to the part I have been waiting for," he told her. "This is seriously a damn pretty pussy you got," he informed her smugly. "We had some trouble with dryness last time, didn't we?" he asked her. Marco could see the back of her head nodding. "Let's see what we can do about that," he told her.

Marco reached down and put his hand between Malavika's thighs, and began rubbing her clit in a firm circular motion. After a few moments, he reached up and put his middle finger inside her to check the progres. "We're gettin' there," he said, and smacked her ass, before going back to her clit. Malavika knew that her body's reaction to the rubbing was automatic, that no matter how she felt, her body would give Marco what he wanted, which was for her to be wet.

Malavika knew that despite how she felt emotionally, it was even possible for her to have an involuntary orgasm from the stimulation she was receiving. Tension was building in her body, and she feared that an orgasm might actually be getting close, when Marco stopped and checked her with his finger again.

"Look at that!" he said, "It slides right in effortlessly." He moved his finger in and out a few times, then put two in with a sudden rough push. Malavika was wet enough at this point that the repeated penetration with his fingers made a loud sound. "Sounds like we are all set," he said.

Marco, as last time, but his left hand on her hip, and aligned his tip with her opening using his right hand. She felt the soft touch of his foreskin as he moved it up and down looking for the right place. He pressed forward, and she felt the head pop in. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but not as bad as the previous Friday. He pulled back out, and pushed back in, each time entering her a bit further, giving time for her body to gradually lubricate all of him.

He repeated this process until he reached her furthest depth, which was about half of his length, then placed a hand on each of her hips and moved her on and off of him in conjunction with the movement of his thrusts. Her body accommodated the presence of friction and pressure by producing as much lubricant as it could, which allowed Marco to glide in and out of her with ease, at this point.

Every few thrusts, Marco would just stop, and pull her hips onto him tightly, thus creating a deep pressure inside her. She grunted every time he was forced into her so deeply. With each repeated push, her insides relented a bit more, and surrendered additional depth to him, stretching to accommodate what was being asked. Eventually, Malavika's body submitted to its demands and allowed Marco to enter in his entirety.

Feeling the increased pleasure from full penetration, he began to stroke with short movements, staying fully inside her as much as possible. This felt amazing for Marco, but, unfortunately for Malavika, this was pushing his balls up against her frontal region. Every time Marco pulled out just a little bit, his balls, which were sticky from Malavika's cum, peeled off of her, creating a repeated sensation of a mild shock, forcing her clit to harden, and thereby reaching out further to meet him.

Her legs began to shake, and she tried to focus her mind on anything else. "I cannot have an orgasm like this," she thought to herself, "focus, focus." But, it was pointless. Marco continued with his motions, as her whole body quivered. She remained silent, as she refused to give Marco the gratification of her making a sound from this. She contracted inside, which gripped Marco firmly, thus ensuring his own climax, and again filling her with his semen.

Marco shook for a few moments, while finishing, then pulled himself out. Malavika quickly got up. "It seemed like you liked that," Marco said to her, laughing. She stared at him with an angry face, then picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom. A moment later, Marco knocked on the door. "See you next week, darlin'. Show yourself out," he told her.

Remembering what happened last week, she carefully checked herself for any kind of mess that Tim could notice. Then got dressed and went out to her car.

The entire ride home, she reflected on the orgasm she had. Yes, she knew that this was involuntary, and that she could not have prevented it, but it didn't change how it made her feel. Orgasms with Tim were sweet, and made her feel loved. What she experienced today was the opposite. She felt hollow, and dirty. Like a discarded object. The more she thought about it, the more it sickened her. She turned on the radio to try to distract herself.

Arriving home, she tiredly walked up the stairs, and entered the front door. Tim was waiting for her again.

"These are for you," he said.

"That is very sweet," she replied with a forced appearance of joy.

"I have amazing news!" he said. "I got a job offer today!" he said excitedly, "And not only that, but the salary increase is huge!"

"That's amazing news," she replied with a pretend sense of excitement.

"Follow me," Tim said, "I have another surprise." He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Tim had covered the bed with rose petals, and lit candles around the room. "We have been so stressed out, that we have not made time for each other, but I am making time right now," he said, staring at her with passionate eyes.

"Right now?!?" she said, surprised. "Honey, look," Malavika went on, "I don't know...I am just so tired...and this is so sweet, and I appreciated it...but..."

"Don't worry," Tim said, "just relax and I will take care of you."

Malavika thought about the fact that she and Tim had not been intimate in nearly 3 weeks. If she refused him now, it would create suspicion, or at the very least, an issue with her relationship, and that was the last thing she needed at this time.

"OK," she said, "but let me go take a shower first."

"No," he said to her smiling, "I have waited a long time to have this moment, and I am not waiting a moment longer!"

Malavika wanted to at least offer her body to Tim in a clean state, without the essence of Marco, but it was too late. Fighting with Tim about this now would be weird, and cause problems.

Malavika forced a smile, and Tim began kissing her. He laid her on the bed, and began kissing her passionately. She was not even remotely in the mood for this, but she had to play along. "I know you are tired," he said, "just lay there and I will take care of you." He lovingly and slowly removed her business attire layer by layer, until only her panties remained. He continued to kiss her while caressing her nipples, tickling them until they were erect.

Tim puts his hand into her panties and feels around fingering her. "Looks like I am not the only one eager for this to happen," he says.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"You are already completely wet," Tim says with an evil grin, "looks like we both need this bad."

"Yeah," she replies nervously, "we must." But, of course, Malavika knew this was not true. She was not even mildly aroused, despite Tim's best attempts, and what would work under normal circumstances. She was just too exhausted from this Friday's payment to Marco to have anything sexual left to give to Tim. She knew that, in fact, what Tim was finding was left in her by Marco. Tim was mistaking Marco' semen for Malavika's excitement.

Tim removed her panties and laid beside her. He continued to kiss her, moving down her neck, sucking her nipples, then kissing her stomach. Tim moved down to position his face between her legs, and Malavika got nervous and pulled him away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Uhhh...it's really hot out today..and I haven't had a shower..what if I am not clean there?" she said nervously. I was the best thing she could think of so quickly.

"You are the love of my life," he said, "I don't care if you are sweaty. I love all of you however you are." There was no fighting this, Malavika had to let Tim do as he wished.

He moved himself between her legs and kissed her thighs, and slowly moved to her labia. Tim put his tongue inside, and could feel that she was so wet. He felt proud of himself, for a moment, believing that he was the one causing this condition in her.

Moving back up to meet Malavika at eye level, and preparing to penetrate her, Tim, again, kissed Malavika passionately. She immediately recognized a flavor on Tim's tongue. Only one thing tasted like that, and in this case it had come from Marco. She did her best to pretend to enjoy kissing Tim with the taste of Marco's semen present.

Tim put himself inside her. "Just lay there and relax," he whispered to her, "I will do all the work," as he moved in and out. It had not been so easy before for the initial penetration. Whenever they made love in the past, he had to go slow and work it in gradually, so as to not hurt Malavika, but today it was not like that. It went in with virtually no effort.

After about 20 minutes of his pelvic motions, Tim was getting tired, and he was nowhere near ready to climax. He wasn't getting enough friction to be able to finish. "Could Malavika be getting looser??" he thought, "could I be getting smaller??" "It's because she is so wet," he told himself, "that is the only thing that it could be."

Seeing that Malavika was getting tired as well, and not wanting to burden her further, he stopped. "But you didn't finish," she said.

"It's OK," he replied, "we are both so tired. I'll finish next time." Tim, not wanting Malavika to feel bad, told her that he needed to get ready for bed, and went to the bathroom and finished himself. Malavika laid awake for a while, deeply disturbed by what just happened. Marco was contaminating every part of her life.

 

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Game On

By the end of the third week, the reality of a new normal is sinking in. Malavika notices the change in her personality. Others notice as well. Nearly all of her co-workers asked her privately if she was OK. Malavika had become withdrawn and lacking a desire to interact with people. "I'm fine!" she would tell people with a forced smile on her face. She had had low moments in life like anyone else, but she always managed to snap back quickly due to being an optimistic and upbeat person. This time was different though. She knew the cause, but was not in control of when it would end, if ever.

Late Friday afternoon had come again, and it was time to journey to Marco's house.

She arrived as usual and was allowed in by the security guard, the maid waiting for her by the front door, and was led to the lounge. "Please wait here for Mr. Xavier," the maid told her. Malavika could see Marco playing basketball with two friends behind the house. The maid approached him, and the game stopped as the maid pointed back toward the house while speaking to Marco.

"It seems that Marco is busy today," Malavika thought to herself, "maybe he won't want to keep our appointment this week." A few moments later, Malavika could see Marco and his friends approaching the house, shortly thereafter, they entered the lounge where she was.

"Malavika, meet my good friends Jazz and Sammy," Marco said.

"Uh...hi," Malavika said nervously.

Marco goes behind the bar and fetches a beer for himself and his friends. "Have a seat guys," he tells them. The group of guys take a seat on the sofa and chairs. "Is she fine or what?!" Marco asks his friends.

"She is even finer than what you said," one of them replies.

Malavika was not used to being objectified in such a way, especially not in front of strange men she had just met. She was noticeably uncomfortable.

"Relax girl," Marco tells her, "you are in good company. Have a twirl around and let's show these guys what you got." Malavika, still in her office attire, slowly rotates, giving Jazz and Sammy a full view of all sides of her.

"Damn!! This girl is FINE!!" says Sammy. Malavika just stared at the floor, doing everything possible to not make eye contact with any of them.

"Does she look as good without those clothes as she does with them?" asks Jazz.

"Even better!!" Marco replies. "Let's show them what you got goin' on under there," Marco tells Malavika. She looks at Marco stunned. "You are a grown woman," he tells her, "21 is old enough to be confident with what you got." Malavika is trembling. "Your nerves will calm down in a moment. Just take some deep breaths. You got this," Marco tells her.

Malavika looks at the floor with a face of dread, and with her hands still trembling, begins to remove her clothes. First her business jacket, then her skirt to the floor, then her button-up blouse. She creates a momentary delay by neatly folding her discarded clothes over a chair, but she knows that trying to do so is futile. Having internalized the surrender of her life to others, she reaches for the back of her bra.

"Wait a second," Marco tells her. "Drum roll guys," he tells his friends. Jazz and Sammy make a drum roll on the table in front of them. "OK. Go ahead and get that bra off," Marco tells her.

She unfastens her bra and pulls it off. The drum rolls stop.

"Oh DAMN!!!" Jazzy says. "Look at them pretty perky white titties and pink nipples,", says Sammy.

"Yeah, she fine," Marco says. "Tug on them nipples and get'em nice and hard," Marco tells her. Malavika lightly pulls on them, lifting them slightly away from her body. "Naw, not like that. Give'em a nice hard pull. Make it count," Marcus commands. Malavika, never having had her nipples pulled strongly, greatly underestimates the resulting sensation, and pulls as hard as she can. Her body convulses for a moment from the overwhelming electric shock of pain that rushes over her body. She let's go of her nipples, and they immediately turn from pink to bright red.

"That is hot," says Sammy.

"Take your panties off," Marco tells her. She lowers them to the floor, and steps out of them, putting them with the rest of her clothes. "Turn around and show them your ass," Marco commands.

Malavika complies, and she hears "Mmmm, mmmm" from one of the guys.

"Spread your cheeks and show them that little asshole," Marco asks next.

Malavika complies as a deep feeling of disgust consumes her. She felt like a prostitute. A tear rolls down her face and she quickly wipes it away before anyone sees it.

"Grab that bar stool and move it over here close to us and have a seat," Marco tells Malavika. She complies, and her discomfort increases as she is now just a few feet from them. "Open them legs wide and open those pussy lips so we can see that clit," Marco demands. She does as she asks, looking everywhere except toward them.

Malavika sees Marco hand something to Jazz out of the corner of her eye, and tells him "go over there and have some fun with this". To Malavika's horror, Jazz approaches with the object. He pauses for a moment, then she hears the sound of vibration. She looks to see what he has, and she realizes that Marco handed him a vibrator. And before she has the chance to react, he places it directly on her clit while her fingers are still spreading her lips exposing it.

She jolts randomly like being shocked with electricity. "Keep those lips open for Jazz," Marcus tells her. "Go ahead and turn it up to max and push it down hard," Marco suggests to Jazz. Jazz does as Marco suggests. Malavika feels her legs begin to twitch, she knows what is coming. This orgasm is unwelcome and unwanted, but it is coming none-the-less. She does her best to react as little as possible as to not give these men the satisfaction of seeing a result from their actions. The forced orgasm concludes, and she feels proud of herself for maintaining control of her body and facial expressions.

About that time, Sammy says "Damn!! Look at that!! She creamed all over herself. It even ran down all over her asshole."

Jazz looks down and smiles. He rubs his finger for a second in the cum that is on her ass, then suddenly, without warning, just pushes his finger up in. Malavika gasps. "Ain't you been fingered in the ass before?" Jazz asks. She signals no with her head, while making no eye contact. Jazz reaches up and caresses her breasts and nipples for a moment while fingering her anus, then pulls it out and sits back down.

"Marco," Jazz says, "I gotta tell you...this shit has me worked up. I have been half hard for the last half hour. My balls are starting to hurt. I can't take much more of this." Without hesitation, Marco looks at Malavika. She knows that look in his eyes, but she is not going to do anything without explicitly being told to do so.

She hopes for a moment that he will not say anything, but without much pause, Marco tells her to sit on the floor in front of Jazz. Malavika slowly moves into position, and looks at Marco with hesitance, but knowing what is next, and that it is inevitable. "Jazz is in need of some pressure relief, so go ahead and remove his shorts and do that," Marco tells her.

With a great sadness in her eyes, Malavika grabs the waistband of Jazz's basketball shorts. They are completely damp with sweat as he had just finished playing basketball. "How disgusting," she thought. She removed his shorts from around his ankles and began to pull down his underwear. They were even more drenched than his shorts.

Once his underwear was removed, his dick and balls were just inches from her face, and he was half hard as he said. The intense smell of an unclean shaft and sack filled area around her. It was a lot to bear. Malavika looked back at Marco, her eyes begging him to tell her that she didn't have to do this. But, she would find no sympathy from Marco. She agreed to this form of payment, and he expected to stick to the agreement.

Marco didn't need to say the words. His look was enough. Malavika turned back toward where she knew she would have to be, the place that was already just inches from her head and filling her nose with its stench. She paused in a deep sadness for a moment and turned her face back toward it. Like Marco, it was black in color with large balls and a similar length. Also uncut, but the tip of the head was uncovered.

"Show him how good you are with balls," Marco instructed. Malavika began rubbing the balls with one in each hand, each one being almost too large to fit. Jazz lifted his cock and pushed Malavika's face into his balls. "Rub your face all over my balls," he told her.

Malavika did as he asked. She could feel her face getting coated with his sweat, oils, and musk scent from the folds that were being pushed apart by her face. "Suck 'em clean," he demanded. Jazz's sack had a lot more loose skin than Marco's. Layers of skin unfolded into her mouth as she sucked, it filling her mouth with sour and salt. "Stroke me with your hand while you are down there," he said, and she reached up and rubbed his dick as he asked.

Shortly thereafter, Jazz was fully hard. He grabbed the back of her head, and started rubbing his erection all over her face. Grabbing the tip and rubbing it in circles on her lips, following their outline. He placed her hand just under the head.

"Stick your tongue in and like around the head," he calmly demanded. She looked at it for a brief second, feeling deep apprehension, but there was no choice. She slowly inserted her tongue under the foreskin, and began licking between it and the head in circles. The taste was familiar, but different from Marco. Jazz had a much more sour taste. "Look into my eyes when you are doing that," he told her. Malavika looked into his eyes. Her unwillingness must have been obvious to him. I would have clearly shown in her eyes, but he did not care.

"Get the head in your mouth and start sucking me," he instructed, "but don't you dare lose eye contact with me." Malavika struggled to get him into her mouth, as he was so large, but her jaw finally relaxed, and his head was in. It filled her entire mouth. She began bobbing her head over it while stroking him with her hand.

The eye contact was intense and uncomfortable. Feeling a connection to someone whom you detest. It was highly disheartening. She could feel his dominating stare defeating her will and soul. She could feel herself becoming an empty object of pleasure for the use of others.

After about 5 minutes, Jazz told her "here we go, don't you lose eye contact with me." He grew extremely focused. She felt a few salty-sweet drips on her tongue, then a few seconds later, the explosions began, the initial eruption went directly down her throat, but she was able to stop the rest of it in her mouth. The amount that he unloaded into her mouth was more than she thought possible. She felt at least 7 explosions.

"Slowly pull it out of your mouth, and don't you dare lose a drop of it," he told her.

Carefully and slowly, she kept her lips tightly sealed around him as she pulled away, being sure to comply with his demands. Even after he was out, her cheeks were still puffy. She desperately began looking around. "You better not be looking for a place to spit that," Marco told her. She looked surprised. "It would be rude to Jazz to spit that out," he added.

Malavika looked into Marco's eyes with a destroyed expression, then began to swallow what was shot into her mouth. It took her 5 swallows to consume it all. The after taste was an overwhelming combination of bitter and salty.

"Be polite and thank Jazz for his cock, Malavika," Marco said.

Malavika looked at Jazz and said "Thank you for your cock."

"You're welcome darlin'," he replied with a smile.

Sammy grabbed Malavika by the hand and led her back over to the barstool. "Bend over and rest your elbows on there," he told her. He did not waste any time. As soon as she was bent over, he immediately started running the head against her lips, and the moment the tip found its way, he inserted himself all the way in with one slow thrust. "Ahhhhh!!" Malavika grunted.

Upon reaching full insertion, he grabbed both of her hips and started pounding in and out of her. Slowly at first, then more and more aggressively. Before long Sammy's dick and balls were covered in Malavika's white cum, which her body involuntarily produced in response to the pressure, her pussy making loud wet sounds as he moved in and out of her, as she grunted on each insertion.

Sammy smacked her ass hard. Again and again, the more pleasure he got from her pussy, the more he smacked her ass. She shrieked in pain each time, which excited him even more. Before long, Sammy began grunting repeatedly. Malavika knew what this meant, and she began to feel him explode inside her. At the peak of his pleasure, he smacked her ass hard one last time before holding himself deep inside her for a good 5 minutes.

"Thank Sammy for his cock and cum," Marco said.

"Thank you for your cock and cum," she repeated to Sammy.

Finally he pulled out, and his semen began to slowly drip down her legs.

Malavika begins to walk to the bathroom to clean herself up, but Marco stops her. "He takes a look at her dark red ass and laughs. "I think you have had enough today," head home after you clean yourself up. "You did good today. You should be proud of yourself," he told her. As she walks away, she feels dejected. She was beginning to see herself as Marco saw her: a means of gratification.

 

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A Difficult Week

Another week passes for Malavika, and it is Friday again. When she arrives at work, her manager summons her into his office. "Have a seat, please, Malavika," he tells her.

"I forgot about the doctor's excuse, but I promise I will get it," she quickly tells him.

"I appreciate that, but that is not why I called you in here this morning," he tells her, and she looks puzzled.

"You have been a model employee," he says, "and that is why you got promoted." "But, recently," he continues, "I have been getting some strange reports. There have been multiple occasions of you being unaccommodating to customers, and being short-tempered with your co-workers. Especially those who you supervise. This is very unlike you. Is there anything that you wish to share with me?"

"I have been having some **censored** problems, but it is not something that I would like to share," she tells him.

"Everyone has rough days," he replies, "but this has gone on for too long. I don't want to be insensitive, but you need to get your **censored** issues sorted out and not let those things interfere with work. Do you understand?" he asks.

"Yes, I do, and I will resolve this situation," she answers.

"I hope you do," he says, "I don't think I need to remind you that your promotion was provisional based on your performance." Malavika nods her head, affirming that she understands.

"That is all for now, and be sure to get me that doctor's excuse for these appointments you have been having," he concludes. She nods again, and returns to her desk.

Malavika slouches at her desk. The situation with Marco was too much to bear, breaking every principle and value that she ever held in her life. Her upbringing was one of morality and honor. To always do the right thing. Her whole life, even in difficult situations, it had always been clear what the right thing to do was.

But, she found herself in an unexpected dilemma in which her lifelong training in morality was not helping her. It was the right thing to do to make sacrifices to save the life of family and those that you love, but to do so, she had to willingly do things that were morally objectionable, and that were against everything she had ever known.

This inner conflict was killing her. She barely slept at night. She could barely handle being alone with Tim, feeling the immense guilt that she now carried with her at every waking moment. She had always been a positive and confident person, but now she felt like an empty shell.

With her manager's words still ringing in her ears, Malavika began to cry. In addition to her life being destroyed morally, her sacrifice was now putting her career at risk.

"Oh my god?! What's wrong Malavika??" a concerned co-worker asked her.

Malavika quickly wiped her eyes, and pushed herself to become composed. "I had a family member pass away, and it just hit me suddenly," she said with a forced smile.

"Oh, OK," the co-worker said with a concerned look. "If there is anything I can do for you, just let me know," they said. Malavika smiled and nodded.

 

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The Show Must Go On

The afternoon had come, and it was time for Malavika to leave the office and go to Marco's house. In a disillusioned stupor, she packs up her things for the day, heads to her car, and off to her destination.

The arrival followed the typical pattern that she was used to. Security gate, maid, lounge. But oddly, Marco was already waiting there, and he had a guest. It was a woman dressed elegantly in expensive clothes, with a cocktail in her hand, who appeared to be around 50 years old.

"Hello, Malavika. This is Mrs. Thompson," Marco says. Malavika looks at Mrs. Thompson and makes a polite nervous nod.

"You were not lying. She is gorgeous. And such a sweet face," Mrs. Thompson says to Marco.

"Go ahead and get undressed, Malavika," said Marco.

And at that moment, Malavika was mortified. He was expecting her to do something sexual with this woman, she realized. Something that she wanted even less than sex with strange men. She removes her clothes as instructed and stands there bewildered.

Mrs. Thompson stands up and walks over to Malavika and begins to inspect her body. Squeezing her breasts, spreading her ass cheeks apart, opening her vulva.

"I am quite pleased," Mrs. Thompson tells Marco, "she is exactly what I was looking for."

"Well," Marco said, "with that I will leave you two alone. Have a good evening Mrs. Thompson."

Malavika is terrified as she watches Marco leave the room, not knowing what to expect next.

Mrs. Thompson reaches into her large purse and pulls something out. Malavika is surprised to see that it is a collar with a leash attached. She walks directly over to Malavika and fastens the collar around her neck, then begins to walk away pulling the leash, without even a warning. Malavika is caught off guard and is surprised by the initial jerk. She is led to a part of the house she had not seen before, then up some stairs, and into a bedroom. Malavika is told to kneel on the floor, and Mrs. Thompson closes the door and gets undressed.

"Tilt your head back," she commands Malavika. Mrs. Thompson places a chair behind Malavika, and puts one foot up on the chair aligning her vagina inches from Malavika's face, firmly grabs the hair on the back of Malavika's head. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue" Malavika is commanded. She hesitantly compiles, and Mrs. Thompson pushes herself onto Malavika's mouth and begins to grind herself there. The taste of salt, and the scent of sour muskiness flood Malavika's senses. In the first few moments she thinks she will gag, but the feeling passes.

It starts out as the feeling of loose dry skin being rubbed on her face, but after a few seconds, Mrs. Thompson begins to breathe heavily, her cum coats Malavika's face, and her pussy glides across effortlessly. "You are a worthless whore!!" Mrs. Thompson yells at Malavika while moaning.

Mrs. Thompson moves the chair so that she can sit in it facing Malavika. She raises her foot and begins putting her toes deeply into Malavika's mouth. "Suck them you little bitch!!" she says harshly, and Malavika begins to suck her toes. "Mmmmm. I think you are enjoying this you worthless bitch," she says to Malavika.

Malavika's face is forced upon Mrs. Thompson's vagina as she wraps the leash tightly around her hand and pulls Malavika in. "Lick my fucking clit, whore," Malavika is commanded. She has no experience giving oral sex to a woman, but does her best hoping that doing a good job will make Mrs. Thompson orgasm more quickly, and this will be over.

Mrs. Thompson gets onto her hands and knees on the floor and pulls Malavika's face up to her bent over body. "Lick my asshole you little bitch," Mrs. Thompson commands. Malavika can feel herself grimace. It is the most disgusting thing that she can imagine up to this point. She prepares herself mentally, then completes the demand, beginning to place her tongue directly onto the anus in front of her. "Yeah," Mrs. Thompson says, "go in circles...mmmmm...fuck my ass with that tongue, stick it deep inside." Malavika cringes, then pushes the tip of her tongue into the opening.

"Lay on your back," Malavika is commanded. She lays on her back, then Mrs. Thompson gets on her knees over Malavika's face, and squats down. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Malavika is ordered. Mrs. Thompson then begins grinding herself onto Malavika's lips and tongue, back and forth and in circles. Malavika can feel Mrs. Thompson becoming wetter and wetter as the gliding on her face begins making noises. Mrs. Thompson begins making a loud moan as her legs begin to shake, and Malavika feels a salty stick substance enter her mouth and she has no choice but to swallow it.

Mrs. Thompson lays next to Malavika on the floor, propping herself up on her elbow. She looks intensely into Malavika's eyes and places her hand between Malavika's legs. She begins to rapidly rub Malavika's clit. Mrs. Thompson revels in the expression of displeasure on Malavika's face from being stimulated by her. "I own you bitch," she tells Malavika, then begins forcefully kissing Malavika, putting her tongue deep into Malavika's mouth.

After a few moments Mrs. Thompson can feel that Malavika's has become wet, and puts her fingers inside. "Mmmmmm...so wet...you are enjoying this you sick little whore," she tells Malavika. She returns to the clit and begins rubbing rapidly again. Malavika can feel the pressure building, and she knows that an unwanted orgasm is coming.

Mrs. Thompson puts her face close to Malavika's and makes eye contact. "Don't look away from me you fucking bitch. I want to see the orgasming face of a whore," she commands Malavika.

Malavika begins to shake and does her best to subdue her own reactions, but it is still obvious to Mrs. Thompson. "That's right you little bitch. Cum for me," she tells Malavika as she shakes for what seems like minutes. When Malavika finishes, Mrs. Thompson sucks Malavika's cum from her fingers then tells Malavika to get up.

Mrs. Thompson gets dressed and hands Malavika a sealed envelope with an address written on the front. "Marco is loaning you out to me tomorrow. I am having a little party, and you are expected to be there. Understood?" Mrs. Thompson asks, and Malavika nods with an empty facial expression. "You will go to the servant's entrance around the side and give them that envelope," Mrs. Thompson continues, "now turn around and put your hands on your head."

When Malavika does this, she hears Mrs. Thompson take something out of her bag. Then, without warning, there is a loud crack then a rush of pain on the back of her legs. Malavika is too shocked from the pain to even react. She is muted and only shakes. There is a pause of a few seconds, then another loud crack, this one on her butt, then another pause, and then another crack on the back of her legs.

Mrs. Thompson walks around to the front of Malavika, Malavika's face streaming with tears. She wipes away one of Malavika's tears with her finger, and tastes it. "This was a warning of what you can expect if you are late or you do not obey me. Do you understand?" she asks, and Malavika nods sobbing. Mrs. Thompson puts her tongue in Malavika's mouth and sucks her lips, then leaves the room without saying anything else.

Malavika hurriedly puts on her clothes and runs out to her car, and drives home.

Arriving home, Tim greets her sweetly at the door. "Hi honey! How was your day?" he asks.

"I don't even want to talk about it," she replies. "That bad, huh? I hate days like that," he responds.

"Listen," she says, "something urgent came up for work. And my manager needs me to attend an event tomorrow evening in his place because he cannot go. This is mandatory and is not optional."

"But tomorrow evening is my parents' anniversary party. The whole family will be there. How am I supposed to explain your absence?" Tim asks, clearly annoyed. "Do what you gotta do, but tell your manager to give you advance notice next time. He cannot own your life!" he adds.

"OK. Sure she said. I will. I promise," she answers.

 

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The Party

Malavika arrives at the given address a few minutes early. She finds the servant's entrance around the side of the house and knocks. A woman answers the door, and Malavika hands her the envelope. The woman opens it, and reads the card inside. "OK, you are here for Mistress Thompson. Come inside," the woman says.

The woman leads her to a room with 4 other women her age. "Take your place with the group," the woman tells her. "Listen up girls. You will leave your clothes in this room. There is a box of masks here on the table. You will take one and put it on. Once you are taken out, you will find and stand by your mistress. Do not speak unless spoken to. You will prepare others for your mistress, and do anything else she commands," instructs the woman, "be ready in 5 minutes."

Malavika looks around the room. The other girls immediately begin undressing without a sense of surprise. "They must have done this before," she thinks. She reluctantly removes all of her clothes, then grabs a mask from the table and puts it on. It conceals her eyes and nose.

The woman returns. "Time to go, girls. Find your mistress and do not interact with anyone else on the way," she tells them. A door opens, the other girls walk through, and Malavika follows them, her heart pounding as she has no idea what to expect.

The room is dimly lit, with a group of mostly men with 5 women. All of them are in robes, having drinks and socializing with each other. Malavika scans the room, spots Mrs. Thompson, then walks over to her. Mrs. Thompson looks at her briefly, then speaks to those around her: "The girls are here. Looks like we will begin soon."

The woman who instructed the girls makes an announcement to the room: "Alright men. All of you were randomly assigned to one of our ladies tonight. Please make your way to her, and have fun at your leisure."

The crowd shuffles around, and 5 men gather around Mrs. Thompson. "Well let's start!" she tells them with a naughty grin. She removes her robe and lays on some cushions on the floor. "Girl," she says to Malavika, "come here and lick me." She opens her legs and waits for Malavika.

Malavika makes her way over to Mrs. Thompson and puts her face down between her legs. As unappealing as this is to her, she dares not to refuse, and places her tongue on the clit. Mrs. Thompson moans, grabs the hair on the back of Malavika's head and pushes her face in tightly, gyrating on it. Malavika notices that Mrs. Thompson has become wet, and shortly thereafter, she receives her next order.

"Kneel over here girl," Mrs. Thompson says, pointing to a place beside her where the group of men is waiting.

Malavika kneels on the floor where told, and the first man approaches, putting his dick directly in her face. The expectation is clear, and Malavika does what is expected of her. She rubs the man with her hand, and he begins to get hard. "Suck it," he tells her. She looks at him hesitantly, then takes him into her mouth, moving her head up and down. He pumps his hips a few times, removes himself, then goes over and starts thrusting into Mrs. Thompson.

The next man in line moves into position, and without waiting, puts himself directly into her mouth, moving himself in and out, reaching the back of her throat a few times, until it is his time to mount Mrs. Thompson.

Again another man approaches Malavika, and stands before her, putting himself in her face. Malavika obediently begins pleasuring him with her mouth, and he becomes hard inside her. "Oh, god that feels so good. Your mouth is incredible. You are so beautiful," the man moans. He continues talking, and she senses something familiar in his voice. She decides to look up, and her heart drops. There was a reason the voice sounded familiar. This was her uncle David, her mom's brother. Of any uncle or aunt in her family, she was closest to David. He never had any children of his own, and treated Malavika like a daughter. He was like a second father to her.

She immediately stopped sucking him, and was dumbfounded, her heart pounding that she might be discovered, as a wave of disgust runs through her. She had just sucked her uncle's dick. A man who was a father-figure for her. She was frozen with shock.

David, confused by the pause, simply places himself back in her mouth, and moves himself in and out with his hips while holding the back of her head. "You are so beautiful," he tells her, "you are truly stunning. You make me so excited." Malavika fights back her tears. He pauses, and she tastes a few drops of pre-cum on her tongue. "Ooops. I gotta save that. I stopped just in time," he says laughing then moves over for his turn on Mrs. Thompson.

Malavika rotates through all of the men, each of them taking a turn on Mrs. Thompson, then taking a rest and getting back in line. She purposefully does not look up because she wants to lose track of which one is her uncle, but each time he returns, he makes some kind of comment about her, and she, of course, recognizes the voice and cringes.

After about an hour, Mrs. Thompson tells the gentlemen that she is taking a break, and smiles at them as she walks by, smacking one of them on the behind. The men also disperse around the room, talking to others who are also resting, except for Malavika's uncle. He approaches Malavika smiling at her, with fixated eyes. He sits on a chair and pulls her onto his lap. She can feel his half-erection push against her pussy lips when she lands across his legs.

He takes his hand and gently rubs her face while staring at her. He gently caresses her lips with his thumb. "I am completely captivated by you," he tells her, "I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you. And here you are with me, as though fate brought us together for this experience. You and I joined in ecstasy. It was meant to be."

With one hand gently rubbing her back, he lowers the other hand to her breasts and cups them, enjoying the shape of them, smiling at her. He then begins carefully pulling her nipples, making them erect as he looks at them with desire and smiles.

Malavika begins to feel nauseous. All of her happy childhood memories with her beloved uncle Dave, her second father, flood to her mind in an avalanche. Those were all tainted now, and she would never again be able to retreat to those times in her mind as an escape from stressful or sad moments in life.

She feels his dick swelling under her pushing a bit more into her lips. He pushes his hand between her thighs, and moves it up to her lips then begins to rub her. Malavika cringes inside with pure disgust, but dares not show a bad reaction, or face severe punishment from the mistress. "Such a sweet, special, soft place you have between these legs," he says to her in her ear, "and it is wetter by the moment."

Mrs. Thompson returns from her break and the gentlemen make their way over. She takes note of Malavika sitting on David's lap. "Ah...so nice that the two of you are becoming so well acquainted," she says, winking at him.

Mrs. Thompson then addresses the whole group. "Guys...I am sorry, but I have had enough for the evening. I am utterly exhausted. I thank you all for the great screw, it was mind blowing as always. My lady bits are quite happy," she says with a mischievous grin, "the other mistresses will be more than happy to take you all on as extras." "David," she says, "you stay here and have fun with your new friend," then walks away.

"I told you," he says to Malavika, "we were destined to be here together tonight."

He tells Malavika to stand up, then he goes to lay in the place where Mrs. Thompson was getting pleasured, and signals with his hand for Malavika to come over. "Suck on me and get me hard," he tells her. Malavika unwillingly complies, and makes her uncle hard with her mouth, again tasting the salty pre-cum on the tip. He takes her hand and pulls her to get on top of him. "Put it inside of you and make me feel good," he tells her.

Her butterflies and nausea are flaring up again. Her palms are sweaty. Her heart is racing. Her body is trembling. Malavika is dumbstruck by the fact that she is about to insert her uncle inside of herself. He sees her pause and feels her shaking. "Don't worry. It will be fine," he tells her, "everyone is nervous their first time doing this here."

Malavika looks at him blankly for a moment, then slowly grabs the shaft and lines up the head with her vulva, moving it back and forth before finding her opening. "Relax," he tells her, "just breathe and focus on me. Pretend like we are the only people here." Malavika looks into his eyes as he wishes, knowing the true reason for her discomfort, and looking at him only makes it worse.

She pushes herself downward, looking at her uncle's face as he slowly fills her until she reaches the end, and feels his balls touching her body. The feeling of vaginal insertion was the last thing she wanted from an uncle to say the least. A revolting sick feeling overpowered her as she stimulated him with her movements, her motion turning noisy as her excretions coat him. "God, you feel good," he says.

David moves Malavika onto her hands and knees, and begins fucking her from behind. Her tits bouncing from his motions. "We don't need this anymore," he says to Malavika, then unties her mask from the back. It falls to the floor, and Malavika scrambles to pick it up and hold it across the top of her face. He rips it from her hand and throws it across the room, we don't need that. "I want to get off seeing all of you," he says still fucking her.

He flips her onto her back, focused first on putting himself back into her as quickly as possible, then resumes his penetration of her. He then eagerly looks up at her face, and pauses for a moment in shock. But instead of stopping, he smiles and begins thrusting into her again, but this time much more slowly.

He lays down to put his mouth near her ear and speaks to her softly. "What a great surprise. I am going to take my time and enjoy this. I have waited a long time for this," he says in a sultry voice while continuing to slowly enter her, "I have wanted to fuck for a long time. And I know you wanted it too. Always coming over to my house in those cut off shirts and shorts so high your ass was sticking out. Walking around without a bra, tempting me with those nipples sticking out under your shirt. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. It was all I could do to keep from fucking you right there in my house all those times. You have been such a little tease. But today, we both get what we have always wanted."

He then begins kissing Malavika on the lips and forcing his tongue into her mouth, so enthralled with her that he does not even notice that she is not reciprocating. His hip strokes become short and deep, then he lets out a big moan, cumming inside her. He stays inside and says softly into her ear: "We have waited so long, let's just lay here and feel this connection."

He kisses her neck and lips for a few moments before rolling over, leaving Malavika laying there, his semen making it's slow exit from her.

"I had no idea you were so kinky," he tells her, smacking her on the ass a couple of times. "I won't tell anyone that you come to these parties. Your secret is safe with me," he says smiling.

Malavika does not even look at him. She just gets up, walks rapidly toward the room where her clothes are, quickly gets dressed, and darts to her car. She cries and sobs for nearly 30 minutes before wiping her tears and starting the ignition to go home.

 

[hotaks]

The End of The Malavika We Know

Malavika arrives at work Friday morning, and again is called into the office of her manager. "Malavika," he tells her, "there have been more complaints about your hostility toward others. I had a long talk with HR this morning, and given the provisional nature of your promotion. We have decided to let you go." He continued on, but Malavika lost focus and nearly fainted.

"Malavika? Malavika?" he asks as she comes back mentally, "I need to ask you to immediately go to your desk to collect your things and leave the building." She looks at him for a moment with a confused expression, then gets up to walk to her desk. Her mind is not processing what she just heard. She looks back at him again with the same confused expression, the proceeds to her desk.

She looks around at the things on her desk. Her certifications, her awards. None of it mattered anymore. She should have been crying by now, but she was simply out of tears. What emerged instead was a quiet rage. These few weeks had drained her of all optimism, and what replaced it was only cynicism. She left her belongings and walked toward the exit, and on to her car.

Malavika spent hours driving around in her car just staring off into space blankly. She could not even contemplate a proper reaction to what just happened. An important pillar of her life had just been taken away, something on which all of her hopes and dreams were based.

An alarm sounded on her phone and startled her. It was time to report to Marco's house. She sluggishly put her keys in the ignition, and drove off, reporting to her required destination, blankly fucking Marco, and complying to his demands emotionlessly.

 

[hotaks]

A Chance Encounter

The next day, Malavika went to the mall with her younger sister Krithi to try to anchor herself in reality again. Krithi told her all the latest gossip, about the boys that were cute, the professors she hated. The typical things that one sister normally tells another. And Malavika normally enjoyed this time together, but she was just simply numb. She had nothing left inside her. Krithi asked if something was wrong, and Malavika forced a smile and told Krithi that she was just really tired.

Their day was fairly uneventful until they decided to go to the jewelry store and look around. They were examining and discussing various rings when Malavika noticed someone over in on the other side of the store looking at her. She looked up, and her eyes opened wide. It was Marco! He was there when they walked in and had been watching them.

Malavika acts as though he is not there, but he approaches them. "Hello ," Marco tells Malavika.

"Uh..hello Mr. Xavier," Malavika replied nervously.

"Funny running into you here," Marco says.

"Uh...yeah.." Malavika responds.

"And who is this?" Marco asks, looking at Krithi.

"Uh...this is uh...Krithi," Malavika tells him hesitantly.

"Very nice to meet you Krithi," Marco says, making direct eye contact with her.

"I am her sister," Krithi tells Marco, smiling.

"Well, beauty obviously runs in your family," Marco tells Krithi, smiling at her, never breaking eye contact. "Sisters' day out, huh?", he asks them.

"Yeah we do this all the time," Krithi tells Marco, "we are very close."

"That's wonderful," Marco says. "I have to take off, but you two enjoy your day together," he tells them. "It was an absolute pleasure to meet you Krithi. And I will see you again soon Ms. Malavika," he adds before nodding at them and walking off.

"Who is that?!?!" Krithi asks, eagerly.

"He is...uhh...a regular client at the bank," Malavika tells Krithi.

"Oh my god he is HOT!!!" Krithi exclaims.

"He is OK, I guess," Malavika replies.

"You have no taste in men," Krithi tells her laughing. Malavika changes the topic, and they spend the rest of the day together.

Just Another Week

Malavika spends the next week pretending to go to work everyday, not yet ready to tell Tim about losing her job. Tim knew of her impeccable track record at the company, and telling him this news before she thinks of a good cover story would raise suspicions. She needed a good cover.

Friday comes, and she heads to Marco's house. He is waiting for her when she gets there. "Hey Malavika. Have a seat. Let's have a little talk. The thing is, I am getting bored fucking you. This was a fun game, but it's getting kinda repetitive. I am going to lend you out to Mrs. Thompson for a while. She pays me well for you. If I crave some of that Malavika pussy again, I'll have you sent back over here. Here is her address, you need to report there on Fridays from now on. And you need to go ahead and head over now," Marco informs Malavika.

Malavika stands there stunned. Not only is she horrified to report to Mrs. Thompson, but she is shattered to realize that it was for profit. She was directly being prostituted out. It was not bad enough that she thought she was being passed around as a favor, but this was a direct financial transaction. She was literally a whore.

"Malavika...Malavika," Marco says, snapping his fingers, "you need to head over now." Malavika snaps out of her daze and nods in despair. She returns to her car and heads to the address given to her by Marco, her body shaking the entire way.

 

[hotaks]

And So We Meet Again

Malavika arrived at the address given to her by Mrs. Thompson. Remembering instructions given to her previously, she approaches the servant's entrance on the side and knocks. A woman answers the door. "Come in," the Mistress is expecting you. Malavika enters.

"You are not permitted to wear clothing here. Remove everything you are wearing and leave it here by the entrance in that basket," the woman tells her. "Additionally, you will follow your instructions and not speak unless asked to speak. Is that clear?" the woman asks. Malavika nods nervously, disrobes and awaits further instructions.

The woman approaches Malavika from behind, reaches around her head and straps a ball gag across Malavika's mouth. Malavika's heart races and begins to breathe heavily. "You can breathe fine. You will be doing yourself a favor if you stay calm. Take slow deep breaths through your nose," the woman tells her. She places a collar and leash on Malavika, then covers her eyes with a blindfold. Without warning Malavika is pulled forward by the leash and almost falls before catching herself, then steps carefully in the direction that the leash pulls her.

Malavika walks for what seems like an eternity, taken to some unknown part of the house. Finally, the walking stops and she feels arms positioning her and there is the sound of chains rattling. Her arms are lifted into the air and she can feel shackles being placed around her wrists, her arms immoble, lifted up and to the side. She then feels shackles placed around her ankles, and her legs are pulled to the sides. "Your girl is ready for you mistress," Malavika hears.

Footsteps approach and her blindfold is removed. There is a bright light aiming down at her from the ceiling, and the rest of the room is dark. As her eyes adjust, there is Mrs. Thompson standing there in front of her. "Hello again darling," she says to Malavika with a sarcastic tone. Malavika's eyes complete their adjustment and she peers out into the room. There are two rows of chairs, about 12 chairs in total, occupied by a mixed crowd of men and women, each of them dressed in formal business attire, wearing a mask that covers their eyes and nose.

Mrs. Thompson examines Malavika's body with lust in her eyes. Rubbing her nipples and fingering her. "Dry as a bone," says Mrs. Thompson, "we can't have that. It is simply rude." Mrs. Thompson holds her hand out to her assistant. She is handed a finger-tip vibrator, places it on the tip of her middle finger, and turns it on to maximum intensity. She firmly grabs the hair on the back of Malavika's head, forcing Malavika to make eye contact with her as she plunges the vibrator into Malavika's pussy, moving in circular movements. After a short time, the intense vibrations force Malavika into orgasm, and her body convulses as the ball gag muffles her grunts. Mrs. Thompson fingers Malavika again. "That is much better. Nice and moist," she says.

"Bring the tray," Mrs. Thompson tells her assistant.

"Yes, mistress," the assistant replies. She brings a tray with a cup of ice, a clamp, two short posts, and what appears to be a necklace. Mrs. Thomson takes a cube of ice and begins rubbing Malavika's left nipple. "I like my girls to be decorated. This girl is too plain," says Mrs. Thompson to her assistant, as she continues to rub the ice on Malavika's nipple.

Malavika's heart is racing and she is shaking uncontrollably as she realizes what Mrs. Thompson is about to do. "There we go, nice and firm," says Mrs. Thompson as she reaches for the clamp on the tray. She grabs Malavika's nipple firmly with the clamp. Malavika can barely breathe. The assistant hands Mrs. Thompson a post with a pointed end. Mrs. Thompson aligns it with the side of Malavika's nipple, and without warning, firmly pushes it all the way through.

Malavika lets out a scream that is audible to all in the room despite being muffled by the ball in her mouth. Between the difficulty breathing and the pain, Malavika almost faints.

"One more to go," Mrs. Thompson tells her assistant as she begins rubbing the right nipple with ice. She clamps it when erect, as with the other side, and casually pierces the other nipple as Malavika again screams, with Mrs. Thompson showing no reaction or concern for Malavika's obvious pain.

"Attach the chain," Mrs. Thompson tells her assistant, and the assistant attaches the ends of the decorative chain to the posts that are now piercing Malavika's flesh, a drop of blood running down from each side, as Malavika shakes with her eyes half open, her nipples now connected by decorative jewelry. "Not so plain now," says Mrs. Thompson, smiling.

Mrs. Thompson turns to the audience in the seats. "Everyone please proceed to the parlor for cocktails, and we will conclude the meeting afterwards," she tells them. The crowd rises out of their respective chairs and exits the room to an unknown location, with Mrs. Thompson joining them, only the assistant staying behind.

The assistant again places a blindfold on Malavika before fitting the collar and leash, then unshackling her. As before, Malavika is pulled without warning, and follows the pull of the assistant, unable to see where she is going, until Malavika hears a door open, and they enter a room.

The assistant removes the blindfold, and Malavika looks around. It is a dim room lit by many candles. The room is filled with cushions and plush rugs, with the exception of a wooden stockade that is low to the ground. The assistant pulls Malavika over to the stockade. "Put your head and arms into the holes," she tells Malavika. Malavika gets onto her knees and does as instructed, then the assistant closes the contraption so that Malavika is unable to remove herself from the device.

Malavika sees the woman grab a tube of gel and squeeze a large portion of it into her hand, then she walks behind Malavika and unceremoniously begins inserting her gel covered fingers into Malavika depths, moving her fingers inside in large circles, ensuring that the gel is distributed evenly inside. She also rubs a generous amount on Malavika's lips, clit, and on and into her ass. The assistant then leaves the room without saying a word, leaving Malavika there alone for what seemed like nearly 30 minutes.

Finally, she hears a crowd approaching the room, joking and laughing with each other. Mrs. Thompson walks over to look Malavika directly in the face. "I am going to remove your gag. If you speak without being asked to speak, you will be severely punished. Do you understand??" she asks Malavika. Malavika nods rapidly, as she is eager to have it removed.

The crowd shuffles in, and all of them have changed out of their business attire and into robes. "Who would like to start?" Mrs. Thompson asks the crowd. A gentleman kneels down in front of Malavika and removes his robe. He grinds his dick across her face a few times, then tells her to open her mouth. He pushes himself in, and fucks her face until he becomes hard. He then walks behind Malavika, finds her opening, and thrusts himself inside firmly. With all of the gel in and on Malavika's pussy, sliding into her was effortless. She lets out a grunt as he bottoms out hard inside her and begins to pound her at a regular rhythm, the gel making a loud sound.

A woman from the group arranges some pillows in front of Malavika's face so that the pillows are at eye level. She removes her robe, and positions herself on them, pushing her pussy directly onto Malavika's mouth and nose. "Eat me," the woman demands, and Malavika complies, sticking her tongue into the vulva of the woman, her musky, salty taste disgusting her.

The woman begins by slowly grinding onto Malavika's tongue while holding the hair on the back of Malavika's head. Her rhythmic hip motions become shorter and more rapid, until finally the woman pauses, aggressively pushing Malavika's face into her pussy. The woman stops breathing for a moment, and then a flood of liquid shoots into Malavika's mouth unexpectedly, causing her to cough, and a sweet-salty ooze runs out of her mouth and down her chin.

The man fucking Malavika from behind becomes aroused from this sight, and fucks Malavika hard and fast, smacking her ass firmly multiple times, leaving a red mark as evidence. His strokes become shorter and deeper until finally he pushes deep inside her, and he grunts as she feels his cum release far inside her. The man remains there, his dick inside her, enjoying the sensation of her warmth, inserting his thumb into her ass as a final display of conquest.

Finally, he pulls out of her, and moves to the front of the stockade, grabbing her hair and inserting his cock into her mouth. "Clean me slave," he tells her. Malavika sucks him the best that she can with her limited mobility, her mouth filled with the taste of his cum with a hint of cinnamon from the lubricant gel that was put inside her. Once he is satisfied that he has been properly cleaned, he moves off to lounge in the room.

Mrs. Thompson approaches Malavika from the side and leans over to put her mouth to Malavika's ear. She reaches down and lightly pinches one of Malavika's freshly pierced nipples. Malavika's entire body jerks and she grunts loudly. "Does that hurt??" Mrs. Thompson asks sarcastically. She reaches under and begins to rub Malavika's clit as she continues to whisper into Malavika's ear: "You are getting off knowing that all these people **censored** to fuck you. Aren't you, you little fucking whore. You enjoy selling your hot little body. Don't you, you fucking slut."

She then turns to address the room: "Which gentlemen here would like to fuck her young, pretty, little asshole." A number of men raised their hands. "You there. Life was quite generous with your endowment. You will be first,, says Mrs. Thompson. Malavika then feels a tube being inserted into her ass. A pressure builds up from a warm liquid, with a slight burning sensation, being forced inside. The tube is removed, and she feels a portion of the substance exit her body.

The chosen man rubs her anus to get some of the gel onto his hand, rubs it onto the head and shaft of his cock, then places the tip directly onto her asshole, and begins to push. Malavika makes a strong sound of discomfort. "I highly suggest you take a deep breath and relax your body, or this is going to hurt badly," Mrs. Thompson tells Malavika. Fearful of the pain, Malavika takes a deep breath, accepts her situation, allowing her body to submit to what is being asked. Her anus relaxes, and the man begins to slide in, with only minor discomfort from stretching, and he bottoms out inside her.

He begins to stroke himself inside her, which is effortless due to the large amount of gel. As before, another woman comes before her, and places her pussy in front of Malavika's face. Having submitted herself to her inevitable situation, Malavika pleasures the woman without being asked. Acceptance being better than the battle inside herself.

A few hours pass, and all of the **censored** guests satisfy themselves, to exhaustion, at Malavika's expense. One by one they leave, and Malavika is left alone in the room still in the stockade. After some time, the assistant returns to the room, places a leash on Malavika, removes her from the stockade, and leads her back to the servants entrance.

"You will leave now," the assistant tells her.

"Can...can I use the restroom and clean myself up?" Malavika asks.

"You may not," the assistant firmly replies. Then she pushes Malavika out the servant's entrance nude while handing her clothes to her, slamming the door in her face. Malavika stands there at the doorstep, nude, clothes in-hand, in broad daylight, and begins looking around in panic for a place to hide. She notices a wooded area behind the house, and darts for cover.

Once she is confident that no one from the street can see her, she squats for a much needed pee. She begins to piss, and the urgent need of defecation strikes her. She has no choice but to relieve herself. A mixture of semen, lubricant gel, and brown floods out of her making a puddle.

She looks around for leaves, trash, anything to clean herself. But this area is well-manicured. There is nothing. Without any other option, she cleans herself the best she can with her g-string, and throws it behind a bush.

Quickly getting dressed with her remaining clothes, she dashes for her car.

Once inside, she lowers the visor to look at herself in the vanity mirror. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smeared, and her face is covered with a crusty, white coating. Her eyes look dead, she notices. She wants nothing more than to take a hot shower and feel clean again, but she is not sure if that can ever be possible.

On the journey home, as the shock wore off, she pondered what had just happened. She remembered the moment that she surrendered inside herself. Until now, she had done what she needed to do, but there was always a resistance in her...a rebellious spirit that she would overcome. By accepting her circumstance and submitting to it passively, a part of her had died, and she knew it.

 

[hotaks]

What Are You Doing Here?

Malavika parked her car at home. There was just enough time to run in, throw her clothes in the washing machine and jump in the shower before Tim would be back. She runs to the front door and goes in.

When she enters, she is surprised to see packed suitcases by the entrance. Tim comes out of the bedroom. "Well look who is finally here," Tim says, sarcastically. She could sense something different in him. He stared at her with emotionless, cold eyes. She knew that there could be no explanation for her appearance other than the truth. She finally had no choice but to tell Tim what had happened to her.

"Tim, I...," Malavika started.

"Just shut the fuck up," Tim interrupted, his angry dimeanor frightening her. "I am tired of the lies, the excuses, the bullshit," he continued. "I knew something was up. You were not acting normal. So, I hired a private investigator to find out what you have been up to," Tim says, tossing a stack of photos on the table.

"Time, after time, after time. Here you are entering the houses of God knows who. And each time your hair and makeup are in more disarray than when you went it. At first, I thought 'Oh my God, she is cheating on me.' As if that were all. It turns out that my investigator has some 'shady' connections, and when he asked around about you, it seems that these little 'encounters' of yours involved the exchange of money. I didn't want to believe it. I asked him to check again, because this could not be true. He did, and well, it is. You are a fucking whore. And right under my nose!! How could you do this to me?!" Tim said.

"Tim...PLEASE...let me...," Malavika tries to say.

"I don't fucking care what you have to say, so spare me your sob story. I don't want to hear more lies. The only truth is that I don't know you," Tim said, "and look at you. You are fucking mess. From the looks of it, you need to check yourself into rehab. Do yourself a favor and get help. Just do it without me. Don't EVER try to contact me!!" Tim takes his suitcases and leaves without another word. It would be the last time that Malavika ever saw him.

Malavika fainted onto the floor. She awoke a few moments later, remembering what had just happened, and immediately began sobbing, letting out screams of rage and tears. She laid on the floor a destroyed mess, crying until she passed out from exhaustion.

She woke up after some hours. She did not know exactly how many. All she knew was that there was an immense pain inside her that would not subside. She had to do something to numb herself. She went to the kitchen to find the liquor bottles that were left over from their last party, opened the first one she grabbed, and started drinking it without even knowing what it was. She drank until she passed out, her face covered in the trails of mascara left by her tears.

She woke up the next morning, hungover, and looked around her apartment, reality again hitting her, and her nerves and shakes returning, and immediately took a few drinks of the unfinished liquor bottle.

As Malavika sat on the floor, mildly buzzed from her morning fill of liquor, she began to remember her obligation to Marco. She looked over at the table at the photos that Tim left behind. Many of them were when she was entering Marco's house. There was also a Dear John letter for her. It seemed that Tim did not expect to encounter her personally.

"These things are proof that Tim has left me," she thought to herself, half drunk, "if I take these to Marco, this frees me!" Malavika hurriedly gathers the photos, the letter, finds her car keys, and begins the drive to Marco's house.

 

[hotaks]

She Has Seen Better Days

Malavika arrives at Marco's house and he enters the lounge to greet her. "What the fuck happened to you?!?" he said before even greeting her.

"I urgently need to talk to you...I...," Malavika begins.

"Girl you all fucked up. And you are rank. I can't even concentrate on what the fuck ever you are sayin'," Marco interrupts, "Get yourself cleaned up, and then we can talk. This is too much. I have a guest room upstairs with a shower and everything. Go up there and wash your ass up." Marco calls the maid and has her show Malavika to the guest quarters. "And throw those damn clothes in the trash. Them things are done ruined," he adds. Malavika is then led upstairs.

After about an hour, Malavika returns to the lounge, wet hair, bathrobe, and slippers, and the maid summons Marco. "Now that is better!" Marco explains, "You were lookin' like you been livin' under an overpass for the last year."

"What is the 'urgent' thing you needed to talk to me about?" he asks.

Malavika trembles as she hands Marco the stack of photographs given to her by Tim.

"Why you got photos of yourself outside my house?" he asks. She hands him the letter. He unfolds it and begins to read it. "Well, ain't that some shit," he says, "he dumps your ass for tryin' to save his."

"And what's this got to do with me?" he asks.

"Well," Malavika begins, looking at the floor, hands shaking, "I am no longer with Tim. You can see that. This is the proof. You can have your people follow me everywhere if you want, to prove it. Me and Tim are done. He wants nothing to do with me," Malavika says emphatically, "so, I am done with all this."

"Done?" Marco asks rhetorically, with an eyebrow raised. "I gave you an out at the very beginning. Either walk away, or Timmy's problems are yours. And you made the choice to join with ol' Timmy. I was very clear that if you decided to stay, that, as far as I was concerned, you and Timmy are in this together. If you are with him or not, that is irrelevant to me. So, no, you are not 'done'," Marco says, "Timmy has been making his payments, but that only scratches the surface. Until that debt is **censored**, you still work for me."

"Is that clear?" he asks. Malavika's heart sinks, and she almost faints again, her vision going blurry for a second. "Is that clear?" he asks again.

"Yes," says Malavika.

Malavika sits there thinking for a moment, then drops to Marco's feet, and begins crying. "Please don't send me to Mrs. Thompson again. I am begging you. I will do anything. I will do my best to please you. I will learn everything you like," Malavika says, as she pulls out his cock and begins to suck it with vigor.

Marco stops her. "Sit back up on the chair," he says.

Mrs. Thompson pays a lot for you, that would be a big financial loss for me. But, there might be something you could do for me.

"Anything!" Malavika says in a panicked stupor.

"Is your sister a virgin?" he asks.

"I think so," Malavika replies puzzled, "she tells me everything, and has never mentioned anything about that."

"I have a businessman who is willing to pay to fuck a virgin," Marco tells Malavika.

"My sister would never do that," Malavika tells him.

"That doesn't really matter. See this little pill? All we have to do is slip this in her drink, and she will be out cold for a couple of hours. The client does his thing, she wakes up thinking that she got drowsy from the alcohol, never knowing the difference. This is how you get to avoid Mrs. Thompson."

Malavika looked conflicted. "Look," Marco said, "you have been 'little miss save the world', and look where you ended up with that. You need to start thinking of yourself and your path out of all this. Time to look out for number one and do what you need to do to win. No one is going to help you, but you."

She pondered his words. She was tired of losing, and there was no end in sight. An anger built up in her, and festered into a rage, fed by her recent traumas of helplessness, which would continue indefinitely, unless she took action. Marco was right, fuck everyone else, the only way she was going to get saved was by saving herself.

"OK," she told Marco, "When do you need Krithi here?"

"Saturday at 7," he replied, "I'll set up the meeting."

At that moment, all kindness died in her heart. She had reached her breaking point, and passed it. She was beyond mental breakdown. She decided to do whatever was necessary to win. The old Malavika died that day, and would never be seen again.