Nadia was a well-renowned and heavily rewarded TV actress. She had over ten million followers on Instagram, one million on YouTube, and so on. Nadia was at the peak of her carrier and had a busy schedule shooting for TV serials, songs, or modeling for branded companies and media houses. She had more fame and wealth than she could spend in her seven lifetimes.
Just like how it is with a most married women. Nandini is bereft of the married life she wanted for herself. The bit where husband and wife spend time, without their clothes.
Nadia meets this young guy who happens to be a TV actor and model as well. Both of them were to be co-actors in a song, starring as the lead. The entire shooting takes place at a hill station.
The young guy was charming and playful with her all the time, and they had a fling while the shooting lasted. She even got into his bed. They did fornicate like rabbits in their hotel rooms on many occasions. She was finally having the best time of her life.
Once the shooting for the song was over, Nadia had to part ways with her mate. The guy got busy with other projects, so did she. A few weeks later, she receives an MMS on her email with a message.
The message said: “I have a little gift for you that you’ll like for sure.”
She checks out the video sent to her as her. It was the video of Nadia and the co-actor in the process of lovemaking. There was a hidden camera in her bedroom at that hotel. Nadia promptly responds to the mail asking; who is it? And what does he wants from her? She didn’t receive any response from the other end for the next couple of days.
Nadia was now under a lot of stress. If the video were released; in public, it would destroy her fame. It will also shatter her family. Despite her unsatisfactory married life, Nadia loved her husband because he was a good human being and husband in general. She started having a restless night every day. Every time Nadia would go for a shoot, her eyes will observe every man around her. To her utter dismay, most of the men had the eyes which said they’d give anything to frig her just once.
Nadia receives a text message from an unknown number. She was attending a photo shoot while her phone chimes. Whoever this guy was, had access to her phone and email, so he must be someone she’d worked with for a long time.
The message said: “Stop looking for me everywhere. You shall nevermore try to find out who I am. To address the elephant in the room, from here on onwards. You’ll do as I say. To start with, leave your panty under the makeup table before you leave. If I don’t find it there when I look, then you’re doomed.”
Nadia had no choice but to follow orders. The highest-paid TV actress of all time had now become a mere toy for someone. After wrapping up the photoshoot, Nadia waits until she is all alone in the makeup room. She then takes off her panty and slides it deep under the table with her tiny feet. She ensures that no one else but only the blackmailer could find it.
Early morning, Nadia’s husband told her that someone had sent a gift for her and she shall check it out. It was ordinary for her to receive presents from her fans, sometimes brands. But she’d never received a gift this early in the morning. She doubted that it might be from the blackmailer. Nadia waits to be alone in her bedroom and unwraps the small gift box. The box contained the panty she’d left under the table yesterday. She picks it up using her fingernails as a tong.
As the fabric unwrapped, she noticed it had a gooey substance on it. She flinches back, tossing the panty away into the corner out of disgust. Then she realizes that she can’t allow her husband to find it out. She reaches back for the panty and holds it. She puts it back inside the box and slides it under the bed. In the process, she got some goo on her finger as well.
“Shit, shit, shit…” She curses herself and cleans her fingers with the bedsheet. Her husband comes out of the bathroom.
“What are you doing down there, honey?” He was drying his hair with a towel.
“Oh, nothing hon, it’s nothing…” She smiles gleefully at him.
“What was that gift you received this morning? Did it has someone’s name inside the box?” The husband was curious, but he had no idea about the situation Nadia was going through.
“It was just a prank, I guess. It didn’t have a name on it. Probably some kid next door, I guess,” Nadia sits on the bed, picking up her phone.
She’d received one message from the same number from yesterday.
“Did you like the gift? I want you to put it on for the rest of your day.”
Nadia’s eyes widen, the mouth was agape. She was trying to make a decision. Reasoning to herself, how much worse it could get.
“Aren’t you getting late for your shoot?” The husband disrupts her thoughts.
“Oh, yeah… honey. Thank you.” She smiles and takes another towel, and goes inside the bathroom to take a shower.
Nadia decided that she isn’t going to be anyone’s puppet anymore. She kept thinking about what she’s achieved, and she won’t let anyone ruin it for her. Resolute to take a stand against the blackmailer, she chose not to wear the Panty that day. Nadia surreptitiously dumped it with the gift box it came in the garbage can.
Facing such a crisis for the first time, Nadia had taken a rash decision. She never thought it would have repercussions. She dolled up to leave for the shoot. On her way to the shoot, her phone starts ringing. She’d saved contact number as “Ammi Vodafone” not to raise suspicions. Her palms were clammy. She locks the phone screen immediately, silencing the call, and flips the screen.
Call disconnects and, the phone chimes. She flips it over again. She had a message on the screen.
“You think you’re smart. You didn’t do as was asked. You’ve two hours before the video goes public to correct your mistake.”
“Satbir, take me back home.” She said after considering the threat for a while.
Driver obliged. A ghost of a smile was lurking on his face. The smile went unnoticed by Nadia.
In half an hour, Nadia was back in the garbage can. Fortunately, her husband wasn’t home when she arrived. Unworried about being caught by the husband, Nadia opens the trash can. She finds the gift box and her. Upon seeing the Panty in the gift box, this time Nadia feels relieved rather than disgusted.
Satbir kept looking at her while standing by the car. Holding his phone in a position like he was recording everything or probably transmitting the video footage to someone else.
Nadia didn’t notice his phone and rushed into the house to put on the glutinous Panty. She comes back to the car in no time. Satbir noticed Nadia’s gait was different when she comes back. Nadia was trying to avoid the glutinous surface from rubbing against her quim. She had a countenance of disgust.
“You look worried Ma’am, everything alright?” Satbir expressed his concerns.
“Just keep your mouth shut and drive,” Nadia berates him getting inside the car.
Usually, Nadia would always be kind to him. She was having a bad day.
“Sorry, Ma’am.” Said Satbir and starts driving.
While one hand to the steering wheel. Satbir sends a message to someone. Nadia receives a message on her phone within a minute.
“Good girl!!!” That’s what the message said.
Nadia gets suspicious if he is the blackmailer. She keeps looking at him through the rearview mirror. To her surprise, he was stealing glances of her as well. It went on for a while.
“You… you know, about the videos?” Nadia asked as calmly and respectfully as she could be.
“What? Ma’am sorry. What videos?” Satbir disregarded her question.
“Nothing, never mind.” She utters curtly.
Is Satbir the mastermind behind this? Can he do something so heinous? Maybe I’m wrong, but what if I’m right and it’s him. Nadia contemplates the probabilities. She gets an idea.
“How much money do you want?” She sends the text to the contact number and keeps a watch on Satbir if he receives it and acts upon it.
Five minutes later, she received a reply. Satbir didn’t have the phone on which Nadia was sending the messages.
“Yes and No.” Said the message.
“What do you mean?” Nadia sends another text.
“It’s not just the money we want.” Reply appears.
Nadia read it four times and realized that the blackmailer is not just one man. There’s a group of men who are behind all this. She suspects that her Driver is one of them as well. She knows very well what those pervert men want from her other than the money. Ergo, she didn’t text back anymore.
She decides to confront Satbir about the matter and offer him a deal. She just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. It was already more than an hour past the scheduled time when she reaches the shooting location. Her work was the only thing that would distract her from the worries, even if temporarily.
After the shoot, she was in her vanity van. Nadia’s vanity van even had a small toilet to empty one’s bladders only. She goes inside the tiny restroom, and when she’s dragging her underwear down, she realized it was sticking against her labia. The goo has dried up. Nadia had to bear the pain as she pulls the fabric off her skin. Finally, when she managed to do it, her quim was red as if she had received some harsh thrashing on it. She felt utterly humiliated even if there’s no witness. It makes her feel nauseated.
When she comes out of the restroom, a message on her WhatsApp was awaiting her arrival.
“Text your husband you’re going to be late tonight. Send me a screenshot once you do it.”
Nadia felt a pang in her heart. Why do they want her to be late? What do they have in their mind? Are they going to take her without her consent? She takes few deep breaths and sends the message to her husband. Once her husband responds to the text, she clicks a screenshot and forwards it to the blackmailer.
Nadia had no clue about what blackmailers have in their minds for her. She stayed in her vanity van for as long as she could. A boy from the crew came to her and asked her if she would like to leave now. Nadia couldn’t have stayed in there forever.
She goes to the car where Satbir was chewing tobacco with Pan Masala with a smug countenance. It came as a shock and surprise to Nadia. She has told him not to consume any tobacco products when she is around. Until this day, he also had obliged to it.
Satbir noticed Nadia coming his way but still did not spit out the tobacco juice or try to hide it by any means. On the contrary, Satbir stares at her like a client assessing a street-walker standing by the roadside.
Nadia shivers upon his gaze and, she opens the door by herself, unlike the usual when Satbir would open the door for her. She gets seated and starts staring at her phone, waiting for a message. To her surprise, Satbir’s phone chimes. He gazes at his phone for a while, getting into the driver’s seat, and starts driving.
She thinks about asking him about their gang but chooses not to say anything. Satbir drives her back on the road, which leads to her home. But at one point, Satbir takes a turn unfamiliar to Nadia.
“Where are you taking me?” Nadia protests in panic.
Satbir laughs at her question and doesn’t say anything to her in return. Nadia asked him again and many more times to no avail. They were now in the part of the city Nadia had never visited. There are too many buildings under construction, but no perceivable human life was around except themselves.
“Take me back home. I can’t and don’t want to do this, please, for God’s sake. Satbir, I’m begging you,” Nadia was afraid and profusely sweating.
Satbir pulls over the car in front of one of the buildings under construction.
“Just shut your ass,” He said, turning around.
Satbir calls someone on his phone.
“Yeah, we’re here.” Nadia listens to him talking on the phone but couldn’t hear the person who’s on the other end of the phone call, “Yes, she’s not creating any problems, not so much.” Satbir turns and looks at her, “Yeah, we’ll be right there…” He disconnected.
Satbir gets out of the car.
“Don’t be a brat; everything will be all right,” Satbir instructed her as she came out as well. Nadia nods fervently.
“What are you going to do with me?” Nadia asked meekly, hoping to get some answers.
“You’ll soon find out,” Satbir scoffed, pulling a black hood out of his pocket, “come here,” He added.
“NO, I’m not going to be blindfolded,” Nadia bemoans.
“Alright, we can do this all day if you want, but if you like to go back home…” Satbir said menacingly, mincing his words.
“Fine. Fine.” Nadia snatches the hood off his hand and puts it over her head, including her face as well.
Satbir grabs her by one of the biceps and takes her three stories high. He touches her firm bottom and even squeezes it when they ascend the stairs. All this groping made Nadia more anxious, and yet her quim was now moist. Her quim needed some immediate attention; otherwise, why would she cheat her husband in the first place.
Once the stairs beneath Nadia’s feet became flat, she could hear some men whispering and talking. The whispers dissipated upon her arrival. None of the men wanted to give her any chance to recognize them due to their familiar voice. The men greet Satbir and have an indistinctive chat among themselves which Nadia couldn’t comprehend.
After five minutes, Satbir ushers Nadia to a chair. He makes her sit on the chair with her face towards the backrest. It was happening; they were about to take her now. She’s in a saree; they didn’t need to take off her clothes. She starts to think about what she could do. Should she scream for help? Should she just run around and hope to fall off from the third floor’s height? Should she beg them for mercy just like in the Bollywood movies? Her brain was overexerting, so was her quim.
“You can scream all you want, but no one is going to listen,” Satbir augurs.
Nadia’s chain of thought was disturbed by Satbir’s voice. He started tethering her limbs against the legs of the chair.
“Please, don’t tie me up. I won’t resist. I swear to Allah.” She pleads.
She heard the laughter of a few men followed by a comment from Satbir, “Maybe next time, if you behave yourself this once,”
Once Nadia was restrained, men took turns and hiking up her Saree and yanking off her panty, they took her ass. One after another, some of them banged her twice or even thrice. She could tell there were four of them in total. Two of them were average in size, but the other two very big for her narrower abode of felicity. She screamed in pain for them to go easy on her. All her pleading was in vain. After going through this brutal colonoscopy finally, it was over within one hour.
Nadia was sore, gaping, and plopping. She was stimulated and hoped that someone would take her temple of venus. But all the men left the site, except Satbir. Satbir takes her hood off and unties her limbs. Nadia struggles to stand up, but she manages. Although, her posture wasn’t what one could call straight. One could tell that something was wrong with her posterior by just looking at her stance.
She cleans herself using the panty she received back as a gift this morning and beholds the puddle formed right next to the chair. She’d never seen such a load of spunk all pooled up at a single spot. She doesn’t feel disgusted but only craves for a pego in her temple of venus at that very moment. She spent four times due to her rear door stimulation, but it was not enough. She needed someone to fill the void.
Nadia rips her gaze off the puddle and looks at Satbir. He was observing her all this time. She puts her glutinous panty on the chair and slowly, with her now warped legs, walks towards Satbir.
She holds his shoulder and whispers to him, “Please, bonk my punani.”
Nadia leans on Satbir; their lips entwine, her hands enclasp Satbir in a lecherous demanding embrace.
To be continued.