Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. By WarPedShrinK Diya's awakening Chapter 1. It was 11 o'clock on a Saturday nite; Diya's new found success was taking her places, quite literally. Just about now, she was getting out of a disc. Oh no, she was definitely not going home. There were so many more night joints to visit, so many cocks to tease. Success for a girl means different things. It means constantly having act coquettish, and impress every powerful magnate as much as you can. But little did Diya know, that it wasn't just about the money, these men had desires too, and they were used to having them fulfilled. She had already been asked her "price". It is a well set-up network. And the rates are fixed. No actress is out of the business. Deals for movies are made and broken during these nocturnal adventures of the heroines. The fat guju producer gives a ring to Nana on his mobile, and he in turn calls the actress' manager, and sets it up. Aishwarya charges a cool 10 lakhs for 2 hours of hot passion (and it does get remarkably hot!). Sonali charges around 7. Shilpa charges between 4 and 5 depending upon how much she has to pay for the next plastic surgery on her nose. But Diya... poor dear, she was not going to get into this. She was sure. She had promised her boyfriend so. He said he'd dump her if she acted like a whore. In fact the dick was so archaic, if it were possible he'd have put a chastity belt on her! Lateshbhai was a slimy old bastard. HE had tons of money. He wanted Diya. It was he who had inquired about her price. When he was told what Diya had said, he laughed out loud. A year and half ago, he remembered: A haughty Esha had told him to bugger off, when he had propositioned her. When he spoke to her mother, she seemed to support her daughter too. A sound lesson to the mother and daughter, by Nana's men had them both reeling and begging at his knees. Now Esha would let him caress her buttocks in public if he wished. But he was too guarded for that. In public, he was her godfather. A good ol' uncle who believed that "rising star" had a great future. Nana was effective. He was smart, suave, and a glib talker if he wanted. But he preferred to keep a stern silence. Nana was allowed to do as he wished with the actresses. If he wished, he could screw them before anyone did. Lateshbhai just wanted to fuck. He didn't care whether the maal was first hand or second hand. The only condition was that, if, by one chance in a million, the actress was a virgin, then Lateshbhai would go first. But that eventuality had never arisen. Even Esha, who guys from 18 to 80 shagged about, believing she was the oh so perfect virgin, had not been one. Nana pitied the billion fools who put their favourite female stars on a pedestal, and imagined them to be immaculate virgins. He had "trained" at least a dozen stars, and none of them were virgin. Nana had no master. He did his job like a routine. His clients loved him. What he promised, he delivered. Lateshbhai was one of his minor clients; political sharks were his real big clients. If an opposition leader got too big for his boots, Nana was called. In one swift operation, he'd carry off the politico's "other woman" and get a confession from her, which would make the fellow shut up. Nana had thrashed men to keep them quiet as well, but he really didn't enjoy it as much. On this particular evening, at about seven, Nana had received a call. Actually, he was kind of expecting it. He had heard about Diya's decision as well, and had quietly smiled to himself. Within a day or two, he'd receive a call from Dineshbhai, Kshitijbhai, Lateshbhai, or one more of the fat oily gujus. And sure enough, he had! Diya stepped out of the disc. Her head was still full of the heavy trance music. Suddenly, it all went dark. The next thing she knew, she was in the back seat of a car. Thru the dark tinted glasses, she could see the streetlights whiz past. She was in a strange position: her legs were bent at the knees, and her hands had been pulled behind. Her wrists and ankles were tied together, and she was balanced on her tummy, her perky boobs jutting out. She had been wearing a short tight frock, but somehow she felt a little cooler than usual between her legs. Was it the AC? She tried to speak. Then her horror magnified. For, she was gagged with her own underwear! She arched her neck to look at who was there in the front seats. A driver who looked like... well... like a driver, was driving the car, and beside him was a handsome man, wearing dark goggles, even though it was night. In another scenario, Diya would have contemplated making a pass at him. But right now, she just mumbled a few meaningless words into her gagging panties. The man looked back. Then he gave her a smile. But it wasn't the half apologetic smiles she had received from a million men. This fellow's lips were thin, and the smile was a commanding one. Like one would smile pathetically, at one's pet dog... or bitch as the case may be. 'So our little miss "I won't remove my panties" is up is it?', he said. He turned further back, and without any prior warning, cut a sharp slap across Diya's bottom. Diya yelped! That hurt! And the worst part was she couldn't even rub her bottom to soothe the burning pain. 'This wouldn't have been this way girl, if you had just agreed to sleep with them. And I don't understand what you have against it. They were paying you good money. Seven lakhs isn't small for a new actress. Now I'll get the money, and you'll still have to sleep with them!' . He spoke casually, as if he were making idle conversation in a men's urinal. 'Besides, these little wonders will pain unnecessarily!'. His hand was now roving over her butt cheeks, under her dress. The tight frock pressed his hands down on the butt, and made Diya feel even more humiliated. 'Hmmm... You DO seem to be a dumb slut!', he continued, 'but that's good, it's easier to train dumb bitches, than the brainy haughty ones. I remember, Riya (Sen) gave me very little trouble, but Sush, she had to be really trained.' Diya couldn't believe what she was hearing. No this had to be a bad dream.... Diya couldn't have been more wrong. Because her training in the great Red Light Area called Bollywood was just beginning... Diya's awakening Chapter 2. Diya was getting a little desperate now. She still hoped it was a bad dream, but it certainly didn't seem to feel that way. Her hands were raw, and so were her ankles (They had been tied together remember?). Her mouth was open as well, and they panties stuffed in it were soaking up all her saliva, and leaving her mouth quite dry. Just how long was this ride going to be any way? And to top it all, Nana had just lit a cigarette. Now like every other prim and propah cinestar, Diya hated cigarettes. The smoke made her sick. As if reading her thoughts, Nana said: 'You don't like cigarettes, hmmm... figures, most of you bitches don't. Cigarette smoking is bad for health. See, here they say on the packet, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH. Pity they don't mention the more important fact: That it can really be injurious to your health, if you singe some body part with it. And the most sensitive parts are injured the maximum. But I really should put it out. Unfortunately, my ashtray's quite full. But I see a wet little hole, which can take it in perfectly, and besides, the wetness will put it out! Hmmm.. That's where I'll put it.' Diya's eyes widened in horror. Did he really mean to put that thing in her pussy? Nana took the cigarette off his lips, and slowly brought it near her pussy. Diya struggled, but the bonds held her tight. Now she couldn't even see the cigarette. Nana brought it closer, and closer, then... he suddenly pulled it away, and broke into fits of laughter. The bitches always fell for this one. They really thought he'd burn them! 'Scared you didn't I bitch?', he mocked her. But it was the truth. She'd never felt so scared in her life. 'This is going to be a little longish trip. So why don't we ask you a few questions?' Nana said, as he removed the panties from her mouth. Diya's first reaction was to scream. And my, did she scream! But Nana seemed strangely untroubled. Diya was sure that the amount she was scream, every car around them should hear. She screamed and screamed. Finally she tired out. 'Sad isn't it?', said Nana, ' that this car is completely sound proof? Outsiders can only hear music. Strangely enough, the song they're hearing is "Smack my bitch up", how appropriate!' Even before he finished the sentence, Diya felt a sharp slap on her buttocks. It was soon followed by another, and another. Diya yelped like a puppy bitch every time. It was so humiliating. Finally the spanking stopped. It was difficult to figure out which cheeks were redder, the ass cheeks, or the face, which was red at such humiliation. 'Who are you? And what do you want?', Diya asked in a voice broken by emotion. 'I'm your master, and I want your ass. Does that answer your question? Now tell me a little about yourself.... When was your first kiss? And with who was it?' Diya contemplated for a minute; surely this info would cause no harm. 'A guy called Himanshu, when I was in 10th in school' 'Little liar!' Nana said quietly. 'That was the first guy you gave a blowjob. A kiss on the cock isn't a girl's first kiss. Lemme refresh your memory. You kissed Roger in the 6th grade. Now for that little lie, you forfeit the bottom half of your dress.' Saying so, Nana took out a long sharp knife. The kind that is used to cut large loaves of bread. With one swift movement, cut the frock on both sides at the waist. Then he expertly inserted the knife into the crack of her ass. In it, but not touching it. With another swift movement, there was a vertical cut in the fabric, and it fell away, off her buttocks. It all happened so fast, that Diya had no time to register the event. But the cool AC on her exposed butts, made her realise, that now her entire ass was visible to the cold stare of this monster. Diya did have a fabulous ass, Nana had to admit. There wasn't the least bit of cellulite on it. Nice shapely, golden brown ass cheeks. They had red patches, because of the recent spanking. Nana's hand ran over the buttocks, caressing them, tenderly like one would handle a baby. This ass had tremendous potential. 'Now bitch, you want to be truthful. I know every little detail about your life. Your favourite colour, you eyeliner brand. Hell, I even know you like polka dotted cotton undies, especially white, with purple dots. I know every little bit, but I want to hear it from you. So speak up. At what age did you lose your virginity?' Nana made it his business to know his prospective victim. It always helped to be two steps ahead, and it scared the bitches witless to have such a knowledgeable master. He made them repeat every detail, so it humiliated them even more. A sharp slap, on her face this time startled the starlet. 'I asked a question. I do not repeat my questions. I expect to be heard the first time. Answer me now bitch!' 'I went to bed with a guy called Vivek, when we were in the first year of junior college.' 'Wrong again dear, in the 11th it was, but you did not go to bed. You were dragged... Now tell me the story' Diya winced. It was one of those secrets she had never told anyone. It was her own shameful secret. Things she had hoped to cover up with her stardom. But she was being made to repeat those moments... 'It was the Christmas party...' Diya began her story. [END OF CHAPTER 2] Chapter 3. Diya's rape, and s little more. It was a christmas party. We had decided we were all in college now! No friends place and stuff like that! We were going to party at a pub. The guys with us looked definitely over 18, and since we girls we accompanying them, it was assumed that we were above 18 too. "Tequila!" the guys said. They had it in one shot! It looked like fun. I was warned against it, but decided I must give it a try! I had never had alcohol before, and as the third tequila went down, I was quite high! That's the last thing I remember, I think I got on to the table and started dancing, but I can't really be sure. When I woke up, I felt very heavy in my head. I was groggy, but there was certainly something wrong out here! I looked at the ceiling, it did not seem familiar. I tried to move, but I could not! My hands and feet were tied to the posts of a bed. I was a horizontal X, but luckily, my clothes were still on. My friends must be upto some mischief I thought, and called out loud. They came, but they did not look like they looked in college. Their eyes were full of lust. "Oh our little virgin is up is she?" said a guy called Ajit. "Yeah, she is. I told you she'd be up any moment now. Now she'll scream. Screwing a fainted bitch would've been no fun at all!", said another guy called Avdut. "But who'll take her first?" wondered Siddarth. "I will!" I heard a voice boom from behind. I recognised that voice. No! It couldn't be! That was Vivek, I had turned him down just a week ago. After all, he was a local goonda (though he was in my class), and I was a prim and propah girl. I couldn't go around with him! I was wearing a short skirt, and a loose top that day. With my legs spread apart, I was sure they could see my USA (That's under skirt area!) I desperately tried to pull my legs together, but the bonds held me fast. Then I wished I hadn't done that. "The bitch thinks she's going to hide her precious parts from us! How silly!" Saying so, Avdut picked up my skirt. "Letch your hearts out guys. And bitch, understand, you ain't going to hide anything from us!". Then he just grabbed the skirt at the hemline, and tore it apart. Then with one quick shot, he took it away. "Ooooh, Polka dot undies." lusted Ajit. "So nice, and perfectly pulled over that fine crotch!" Then Sidd came. "Pretty titties!" he grinned! Then he grabbed one in each hand and started mauling them! He squeezed them, pinched them, rubbed them, he was using my boobies, whichever way he liked! But MY BOOBS HURT! They hurt like crazy. "No! No! No!" I was screaming! "Hey Sidd, why are the clothes still on? Off with 'em!" Vivek ordered. Immediately, Sidd tore my top off! But he was gentle with the bra. It was a front opener, and so she just unhooked it, and my balls came into view. "Still too much clothing! Off with her undies!" Sidd gently rolled down my panties. But he did not take them off! He left the curled up , at the knees. Then Avdut and Ajit came from either side, and started mauling my tits. I was resenting all this, I was nodding my head from side to side. "No! Please, No!" I was begging. "She's making too much noise! Sidd, gag her!" I expected a cloth, but Sidd held by hair in a bunch, forced my mouth open, and shoved his cock in! Now all I could see was two hairy balls in front of my eyes, and a cock forcing its way into my mouth. But the gag worked! Sidd effectively shut me up. "Suck me bitch, unless you want my friends to cut off the oxygen supply to your nipples!" And then, as if to demonstrate a point, Avdut and Ajit, squeezed each of my nipple till all the blood ran out of it." "Aaaaaaaeeeeiiiiii!" I tried to scream, but the cock silenced me. "When she shouts, she blows air into my piss slit! It's so amazing! Do it again guys!" Sidd said. They obliged! This time not only did they pinch the nipple, they twisted it as well! All I could do was to writhe in agony, and shout with my gagged mouth. I decided it was better to suck cock, than to suffer the horrible nipple torture. Then Vivek came in between my legs. His dick was already throbbing hard. He placed his cock at my entrance. Then he pushed against my virgin hole. He went in about a centimetre, and then stopped. All the guys eyed him anxiously. "She really is a virgin! Sidd take your cock out of her mouth. I want to record this virgin's first scream, as she's taken for the first time!" "But Vivek, I'm just about finis.." "Obey orders! Otherwise I'll have Priyanka fucking me right in front of your eyes!" Priyanka was Sidd's girl. Sidd hesistantly removed his cock. Then he moved one step back, everyone wondered what he was doing. Then like a charging bull, he slammed into my virginal cunt! "AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" I screamed. My world was spinning around. I had never felt pain like this before. Prinks told me she'd felt like she was ripped in two. That was a modest thing to say. I felt as if my cunt were being butchered by a knife. Sidd had used lubrication when he first screwed Prinks! Vivek seemed to enjoy the fact that I was as dry as a desert, and that his cock was scrapping me raw! As if to time himself with Vivek, Sidd fired huge wads of cum, and much of it landed on my boobs and mouth. "Aeeeiii, take it out, please, no, please, it pains, take it OUT!" I implored. But in vain! Vivek was screwing me mercilessly. Infact he was putting more and more strength in every push. But it wasn't getting any simpler for me. My pussy just hurt more and more. I had heard the doctor say that I have a narrow passage, and that it'd be difficult for me to have sex. That doctor was clairvoyant! I was sure I'd never want to have sex again in my life! At long last he finished. I thought he'd cum, but he just withdrew his cock from my pussy, and sent the cum flying over my belly. "I want to leave your passage nice and dry for the next fucking!" he said with a wicked smile. Then he turned to the guys. "You guys can leave now!" "What?" they all said in chorus. "I said you can leave, or rather, you must!" "How...." they began. "Shut up you guys, and get out! I have decided Diya's gonna be my new rakhel" (concubine). "But Vivek.. We agreed..." "So I lied! Now get out, and that old whore of mine, Seema, that Diya's the new pet. Ajit, you can fuck her if you want. If she resists, tell her, I've ordered it! Once again, thanks for the help and good night!" Saying so, he showed them the door, and they walked out with heads hanging. That night, Vivek took me five more times. Ever since tha time, he and me have been going around. The media never bothers to link up stars with ordinary (or so THEY THINK!) guys, and so its never been discovered. That's the story of my first time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Nana listened intently. Then he smiled. Diya could not understand why. The car had stopped. They were in the compund of a large house, in the middle of wilderness. The driver was busy unpacking stuff, and taking it into the house. Nana just sat there. Diya was still tied up. The driver came to pick some more stuff. "Driver, ruko! (wait!)" Nana pushed a tape into the deck, and it started playing... Suddenly, a blood curdling scream was heard, from the speakers. "AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" a girl screamed. Diya froze. That was her first cry! "Driver, memsahib ko thobda dikhao!" Nana ordered. (Driver show the madam your face!) For the first time Diya could see the driver clearly. She was shocked! Vivek stood there. "Driver, shoes gande ho gayein hai! Saaf karo!" To Diya's horror, her boyfriend, her dominating and insulting boy friend, he, who had an iron vice-like grip on her, fell flat on the floor, and licked the dust off Nana's leather shoes. And more surprisingly, he did it without any shame, as if it were a daily routine. "It's his daily routine...." said Nana. He had now finished licking one boot of Nana. "Stop!" Nana said. Then turning towards Diya, he brought the second shoe near her mouth. "You clean this one!" he said with a menacing smile. Chapter 4 The Players... The shoe was thrust menacingly in front of her face. Diya could see the black leather. Nana looked at her with a piercing gaze. "I said lick it, little girl! Don't you understand English? Thik hai! Ab Hindi mein batata hu... Chal Chaat!" Diya couldn't believe this was happening. Two hours ago she was the babe of the party. Here now she was: hogtied, and bare below the waist. And now this pervert was asking her to lick his boot! She had just seen her over domineering boyfriend do so! She knew that Nana meant business, but her mind refused. She just couldn't. She just glared at Nana with her lovely eyes. Nana had expected this. The bitches always thought this was some kind of joke, and it would all be over soon. "Girl, you're gonna wish you had licked this boot. Now that you won't, you're gonna pay for it with your bootyful booty. Driver specimen ko andar lao." Now Vivek (who was her boyfriend and Nana's driver!) was a strong guy. Her just picked up the lithsome waif and proceeded to go into the house. Diya made her feeble attempt at trying to cajole Vivek. "Vivek, you are my BOYFRIEND! How can you let him do this to me? Free me Viv, let me go! I promise you, I'll take a week off from shootings, We'll go to my farmhouse. I'll let you do me as much as you want! (Diya like said before, was very prim n propah, she never said screw, she just said do). I'll let you do another nude photo shoot of me. I'll wear the kinkiest dresses for the shoot, just let me go!" Vivek was a photographer by profession. It gave him a kick to have Diya dressed up like a slut and to snap her nude. The last time, he'd made her wear pants which said Tom on one leg, and Harry on the other. The message "Guess who's missing here?!" was painted in fluroscent colours on the crotch! Ofcourse she wore no top. "Please Viv, please?" Diya continued to beg "I'll even suck you!". Vivek could do what he wanted with Diya, but the Sidd experience had marred her bad, she refused to give Vivek a blowjob under whatever circumstances. She'd earned quite a few slaps that way, but she never obliged. Diya hated oral sex. Vivek stopped for a moment. Diya thought she'd done it. She'd get out of this, and not give him that blowjob anyway! Then she felt her undies being thrust into her mouth again! She tried to resist, but the action was too fast. She was silenced once again and could only mumble. "You stupid bitch! Nana's going to have some of the hottest babes in Bollywood down here to witness your training. Even if I get the scraps of what's leftover after Nana's finished with them, I'll have had so much sex, that I won't feel randy for a week! And about the blowjob: Once Nana's finished with you, you'll be sucking me till my balls turn blue! OFFERING ME A BLOWJOB! HAAA! The passage they were walking through was dark. Up ahead she could see bight light coming out from a door. 'MMMMMPH!' she went. She could now hear voices. Wait a minute... they sounded vaguely familiar.... She'd definitely heard that stuttering before.... and that deep bass voice.... and then... no it couldn't be... 'Jani, aaj hum maza karenge aur jaroor karenge... kyu Diya humari hogi, .... ' The sentence was left abrupt as Vivek entered the brightly lit room. Diya squinted. The sudden increase in light temporarily blinded her. When she did adjust to the light, her eyes grew wide in fear. She was in the middle of a circle formed by guys. There were six of them including Vivek. Diya moved frightened from one face to the next... Sharukh! Jackie! Hrithik! Madhavan! And Raajkumar? No, he was dead. The fat, short, dark and ugly Johnnie Lever leered at her. 'Nice piece of work 'eh guys?' came a voice from behind them. Nana was sitting in a beanbag, cigarette in his hand. He smiled as he saw them drooling over the waif , hogtied and her cute butt shining in the bright lights, with bright red hue, where she'd been recently spanked. 'Let's do this c-c-c-c-cunt' stammered the solitary Khan. The other Khans had been invited but Aamir cited professional reasons, and said that in any case, he did not mix business with pleasure. Salman said he'd love to come, but as usual he was running late. Saif had begun to get out, when his wife/mother Amrita, caught him in a steel grip, and wouldn't let him go. You can't fight that woman! 'Patience boys, patience.' said Nana 'Vivek, untie her first' Vivek released the knots. As Nana expected Diya shot out like a wild cat, and made a run for the door. The men blocked her exit. 'Bad move darling. Now we're really really pissed!" bellowed Jackie. Maddy was jumping around like an idiot. Ever since he'd acted with Diya in RHTDM, he couldn't think of anything else. The fact that he'd so very few films left him with a lot of free time. He'd surf the net, try to find dirty pictures of Diya, and get raving mad and horny as hell, when he came across a pic by the WarpedShrink. All he could think of was Diya. Diya as a cheerleader, Diya posing stylishly, Diya riding a bicycle in the buff (Pun unintended). His favourite was one in which Diya was tied up as a skater. (Maddy by himself had little imagination. His fantasies were driven by the fakes he saw on the net.) 'Let's lay her! Let's lay her!' he jumped about. The men had Diya pinned to the floor now. She struggled and hissed, but the undies in her mouth gagged her out. 'I think she needs a new gag,' said Nana 'And I know just the thing! Hrithik, did you go to the gym before coming here?' 'Yeah I did', the muscleman replied. 'Did you change?' 'Yeah, I hate wet Jockies' 'Where'd you keep the used ones?' 'They're right here in my gym bag.' 'Get them out! We'll give our little slut here something new to choke on...' Hrithik opened his bag and removed a wet underwear. It stinked of sweat. Diya could see what was coming. She clammed her mouth shut. Hrithik held out the undies to Nana. 'I'm not going to hold your filthy undies, feed them to the bitch yourself!' snapped Nana. Hrithik tried to pry her mouth open, but Diya would give up. Nana saw the struggle, and pinched her nostrils, closed. With her oxygen supply cut-off, Diya struggled, and finally opened her mouth. Nana held the mouth open with his strong hands while Hrithik removed her own panties, and pushed his own sour and sick smelling undies into her mouth. The Jockies were really wet. But what was more, the stench was unbearable for Diya. Her own undies in her mouth was digusting enough. To have a used one, and that too foul smelling, was just too humiliating for her. She couldn't believe these men could be so horrid. 'Just to ensure she doesn't spit them out...' said Nana as he put a piece of duct tape across her mouth. The nasty undies were now trapped in her mouth. 'Stage two boys... Mamma Mia, it's gonna be fun with Diya!' piped Nana. 'Hang the little girl up!' End of Chapter 4. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- For those in the Dark: This is a story and so all the situations are fictional. The author does not condone non-consensual sex. Trying the stuff written in this story can land you in very very major trouble. The author is not responsible for your behaviour AFTER reading this story. (He wasn't even responsible BEFORE you read this story, so there!)