Bollywood Throat Illeana is one of the hottest actresses in Bollywood. It wasn't just that though, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and most importantly, her sexy, young throat. He had to have her. But how? He had been stalking her for months. He followed her around in his big, black van with the tinted windows, always with night-vision binoculars at the ready. He watched her coming and going from the various sets, from restaurants and cafes, and even from her house and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and specifically of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures up in his van and in his small apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew she wanted it, even if she hadn't met him yet. One day he watches her leave her house to go jogging at her regular time, he follows her in his dark van. He pulls up to the side of the road just ahead of her. She sees him pull over but doesn't think much of it. He gets out of the vehicle and goes to the back of the van and opens up the back doors. As she is jogging past she looks in his van and sees there is nothing inside. She gets a weird feeling from this guy but jogs past him on her route. As she is thinking what a strange thing just happened she is suddenly startled by quickly approaching footsteps from her rear and before she has time to react a male hand reaching around her throat and putting some sort of cloth to her mouth and nose so she could only breathe what he allowed her to breathe, namely chloroform. She struggled a bit but quickly passed out. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder, looked around to make sure no one was looking, and set her down in the back of his van. He closed the doors and locked them. He takes the young actress to his house in the woods - far away from civilization. It is dark outside and she is unconscious. She doesn't know where she is going or who is taking here there. When he arrives at his house in the wood our 'hero' opens the rear doors of his van and picks up the indian actress in both arms and carries her, unconscious, up the small flight of steps leading to the front door and into the house unlocked house. Once inside he sets her down on the floor. He turns and locks the heavy mahogany door with a key in three locations. He stashes the key away beneath a floorboard. He walks into the library and pulls out a copy of Sherlock Holmes stories which opens a doorway in the middle of the library. He walks back to the actress and scoops her up and carries her into the library, down the twisting stairs and into the dank, dark dungeon. The only light is a candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs that he had lit before he left the house earlier that day. He takes the actress over to a frame he constructed especially for this day. He sets her down on the wooden frame. It's tall enough and strong enough to support her weight which admittedly is not great. It's built in the shape of Leonardo's Virtruvian man with the arms outstretched at right angles to the body and the legs outstretched as if standing but placed slightly apart. She is still unconscious as he fastens one leg with a leather strap and then the other. Her legs are spread-eagled. He feels his lust growing in his brain and in his loins. Quickly he fastens her arms with leather straps as well and places her head in a specially- constructed head-brace that supports her shoulders, then closes around her neck just enough to be secure but free enough to allow breathing and some small movement, albeit not very much. Her head itself has no support and dangles off the wooden frame resting against a vertical brace that connects to the floor with her long, luxurious black hair hanging down. Her beautiful face is upside-down and her mouth hangs open. The man grabs a bucket of ice water and dumps it on the actresses face bringing her awake with a shock. She tries to jump up as she is awaken but of course is unable to due to the solid wooden brace around her neck. She chokes as she slams her throat into the wooden shackle surrounding her neck as she tries to get up. She wriggles her arms and legs and realizing she cannot move at all cries out in terror. The man just smiles. This was the day he had been waiting for for years. He was extremely horny looking at his beautiful fucktoy in fear for her life. "Now, now bitch," he says sternly. "You're not going anywhere...at least not until I've used you until I'm bored," he added. She moved her eyes quickly and saw the man. He was standing there in the darkness, she couldn't even make out his features but he was menacing and he was holding his large, turgid cock in his left hand, stroking it to attention. He was grinning evily as he spoke. She remembered then that she had been jogging when she was grabbed and blacked out. She screamed again as he walked towards her pumping his rigid cock with his hand. "I'm gonna fuck you so good whore" he said, "but that screaming has got to stop." He walked over to her face and with his right hand shoved a dirty cloth into her open mouth to gag her. Her muffled scream was much more pleasant to the ears he decided. Still pumping his now erect cock the man walked away from her face, around her left arm and back towards her torso where she could no longer see him. He said nothing but reached out with his right hand and groped at her beautiful young titties as he stroked his cock. She had on a tight spandex jogging shirt and that had to go so he ripped it off with one massive jerk which sent a jolt of pain through her body because of the force of the jerk. Her cute pink nipples were erect in the coldness of the dungeon and he fondled them roughly with his right hand, pinching and pulling them to attention. He squeezed them and twisted them cruelly while she muffled in pain. He slapped her titties softly and then harder making them red. The he grabbed some clothespins and placed one on each nipple causing her quite a bit more of pain. He laughed at that. Then he grabbed her spandex shorts and ripped them off her body and pulled her running shoes off, her little white socks, and then her panties. All of it went on to the floor. No tampon it looked like. good he hated menstruation. He played with the girl's clit with his free hand while he jacked himself off. He pushed one, two, then three fingers into her tight little pussy and fucked them in and out of her dry hole. He wasn't bad at it though and despite her terror she got a little wet down there. Once she was sufficiently lubricated in her own girl juice he shoved his entire hand into her tight pussy and flexed his fingers inside her cunt. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She'd never had such a large object in her little pussy before. His hand was covered in her fuck juice now as he pumped his fist in her pussy. He loved the warm feeling of her vagina around his hand and had a philisophical thought or two with his hand thus encased in her fuck tunnel. Eventually however he got bored and pulled his wet hand from her vulva and put two of his recently wet fingers on her tight asshole. She resisted at first as he pushed one and then another of his wet digits into her pretty shithole. he fucked his fingers in and out of her ass, expanding his fingers once they were inside and bringing them back together again once he brought them out. One of his favorite things to do was to bend one of his fingers in her ass so that it poked up into her vagina. He though that was fun and he did so several times to the actresses bunghole. When he got bored of this he pulled his hand out of her asshole and walked back over to her face, pulled the oily rag from her mouth and replaced it with his smelly fingers. He fucked her mouth with his ass-smelling fingers until she'd cleaned off his fingers of her ass lube completely. She had a disgusted look on her face and puked just a little as he was fucking her mouth with his shit- stained fingers. "You asshole" she whispered when he'd finished with that. He smiled again at her and dropped his pants. His giant erection was poking straight out from his body like a flag. He smacked her face hard with his left hand so that she opened her eyes and mouth wide with surprise. He rammed his hard cock right down the bitch's tight throat. "Fuck" he said in a state of complete lust. She just gargled and made choking noises as he shoved his cock in and out of her throat with fast piston-like movements, grabbing her hair and using them as handlebars as he fucked her tight little throat without mercy. She gagged and choked as he did this, tears forming in her eyes, as puke poured out of her mouth around his cock as he piston-fucked her pretty head. She felt abused and humiliated. She was this man's complete whore and slave. He owned her and could do as he pleased. She felt utter and complete degradation and subservience to this man. He put one hand around the base of the bitches' skull and the other around her throat, right above the wooden vise holding her in place. He shoved the full length of his cock deep into the whore's tight throat, fucking it like it was a pussy. She just gagged and continued puking. She hadn't been able to breathe for the last 30 seconds or so as her mouth was full of cock and saliva and puke. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to see stars beyond the tears that were welled up in her sad eyes. The man cared little for her comfort but a lot for his own pleasure. He loved fucking this whore's face; it was what she was made for. He continued ramming her piehole with his turgid penis as she choked and puked. Seeing she was on the verge of death however he pulled his cock out of her face with a *plop* sound letting saliva and puke pour from her red lips and saliva-wet face. He slapped her hard across the face and spit on her several times. "Wake up slut!" he yelled. She started breathing again on her own but felt horrible. He laughed at her and smacked her again. He got a stool so he could get up higher and placed it just in front of her dangling head. He got on the stool so his knees were near her face and bent down shoving the entire length of his erection deep into her skull by way of her pretty face. He held himself up by putting his hands on her titties and supporting the weight of his large body on the solid, hard piece of wood encircling her neck. He had constructed this device well. This gave him serious access to the whore's throat as he didn't have to reach in this position. He fucked mercilessly into the bitches' skull from this superior position while roughly manhandling her boobs. She was all out of vomit and all she could muster out of her mouth were large streams of saliva every time he pulled his big dick out of her face. He piston-fucked the whore's skull while large gobs of spit and drool ejected from her mouth on every out-take. He slapped her face and fucked his cock as deep into the bitch's face as it would go, in and out, for around 15 minutes. Finally, after this savage face-fucking he'd given her he felt his balls boil with spunky hatred for all things female. He slammed once more as far he could go down her throat and came five massive gobs of semen right down her gullet directly into her empty whore stomach. She couched and choked as he bypassed her normal swallowing mechanism and ejected his cum directly into her stomach by way of her esophagus. She felt awful; her throat and mouth were sore beyond belief. But something felt right. She realized at that moment she loved this man, this rapist, this throat-fucking bastard. She belonged to him and she wanted him to throatfuck her every night if possible for the rest of her life. That is indeed what happened. --the end--