“You called me?”

The massive man swallowed the last bit of a tambaccoo and cleaned his beard with dirty fingers. He then smiled at the other man.

“Yeah.”

“What’s so funny? Why are you smiling?”

The massive man came around the counter, passed the other man and locked the door.
“What?”

“C’mon, I have to show you something.”

“Hey, Kampu, please tell me.”

Kampu was all smiles and cleaned his dirty fingers at his blue shirt.

“I have to show you our new item. We got a new toy to play with.”

The other man couldn’t hold himself together. He felt his cock rising.

“A girl or a guy…”

“C’mon,” Kampu opened a wooden door that would lead them down into his cellar.

The stairs were creaking under the weight of the two men. An odour of old cloth and sweat was in the air when Kampu clicked on the dim light that produced more shadows than it was creating brightness.

“I have a real celebrity this time.”

“Who…?”

“You know, I had to make a delivery this afternoon. Some security guys wanted to have some items delivered directly to a sort of stage. They were doing filming for a new movie.”

They had reached the bottom and Kampu led his friend through the dark cellar, towards their destination.

“Some song it was. You know, and guess who the star was…”

The other man, dressed in a police-uniform, was making a gesture of total not understanding.

“Who?”

But again Kampu did not tell him. He waved his hand and pointed at another wooden door.

“There she is. Ready to get the full treatment.”

The policeman was hurrying past his friend. He was already breathing heavily and the big man had to laugh when he saw how his buddy was behaving.

“You behave like you never had a fuck before…man…”

“Who…who is it man…”

“Well, she was the star of this movie, you know…”

“You already told me that….”

“And she is young…”

“Young?”

“Well, around twenty five…”

“Who…man, I will kill you when you don’t tell me.”

“Wait…,” the big man said. He moved past the shivering man in the light blue shirt. He then opened a spy hole and pointed at the lens.

“Take a look and go down to your knees to thank me for my idea.”

Kampu stepped aside and the police man bend forward to look through the little hole.
And what he saw made his jaw drop down.

There she was, dressed in a bright red suit. He wasn’t sure yet whether it was leather, some sort of plastic or even patent leather. But it did not matter anyway.

He saw how the ‘leather’ was smoothing around her curves. He saw it at her hips, saw were the material puckered. The whole suit was like a second skin. And he could see that the beautiful girl, who was lying on the grey concrete, was in perfect shape. Midsized breasts, framed by the leather…

Her long, dark black hair was flowing down her back. And when he looked at her face, he could see all the fear in the world. She was laying on her back, arms and legs stretched out. She seemed to be breathing heavily, her eyes wide open…

“Isn’t that…”

Kampu was barking his laugh of acknowledgment.

“No…It can’t be…is…”

“Yeah man, that is her. Katrina Kaif…the big star in our little playground-cellar.”
The thin policeman got upright, turned and looked into the face of the big man.
“I…I can’t believe it….Katrina Kaif. Here….”

“You better believe it, man. She is our little toy now. And as far as I know, nobody knows that she is with us. We can have her as long as we want.”

“And…and we can fuck her…all night long…”

“And all day…and all night…”

A huge smile moved onto the police-man’s features. He raised his hand…

And Kampu did the same…

Their hands hit each other and they started a loud laugh that made Katrina Kaif shiver in her cold cell.

She was alone. All alone.

The walls around her were coming closer. Or, so it seemed. And it was cold in there. The light grey floor was worn out and hard. She felt it in every bone. But what made her real shiver, was the uncertainty. She did not know what the man…or the men…would do to her. She had been kidnapped…

Never, ever in her life did she waste a thought about being kidnapped. She knew she was permanently at risk. She was rich, was famous. But, no, that wouldn’t happen to her. Or…would it?

Katrina sat up, wrapped her arms around her body and lifted her head. The door was locked, that she knew.

Those men were outside. She had clearly heard two voices. Men…had kidnapped her…and they would…

“No…” But yes…she knew what they would do to her.

“No, no, no…” But yes…

“No,” Katrina whispered the word into her armpit and watched her own tears hitting the red leather.

“No…”

Yes, they would rape her.

“Let’s go get her…”

“No..,” Kampu placed a hand on his friends shoulder and turned him around.

“No? What are you talking about? I want to stick my cock into that beautiful bitch. And right now…I mean,” the police-man was furious. His cock hurt, and he just couldn’t hold himself together…

“So, you want her…Mhh?!”

He nodded…

“And you like that red suit, don’t you?!”

Again he nodded.

“So, in order to stick your cock into her pussy, you will have to undress her. You will have to pull the so…stimulating…suit down. And…, I mean she still would be a great fuck. A naked Katrina…”

“Yes, man, of course she is great. I … I mean I cannot fuck her through the red leather…even if I want it…”

“Yes, you can.”

“What?”

The cop looked confused.

“How?”

The big man was laughing hard. His belly shook and he hit his friend again onto his shoulder.

“You remember Mahesh, that guy from the Crime branch?”

The cop thought for a moment and then he knew it.

“Yes.”

“You know, he was here, this morning. And he brought a gift. Something from the lab.”

This time the man in the light blue shirt did not even try to guess what is friend was talking about.

“Well, he gave me this.”

He took a spray bottle from a shelf.

It was a tall bottle, dark blue, and it looked just like a normal hair spray bottle.

“What’s that?”

“That is our dream comes true.”

“Show me…”

“Yes, I will.”

Katrina leaned back against one wall, pulled her knees close and wrapped her arms around her legs. And then the thick wooden door was unlocked.

“No!”

She screamed and did not know what to do.

“No, please…”

The door was opened and she saw the men.

One of them was tall, was the man who had pulled her into his van; the man who had kidnapped her.

“Oh God…”

She stood up and looked around…there had to be a way out…

And the other man was thin, and…it was a cop.

“Oh God, I am so glad you are here. Please help me. The man has kidnapped me, has brought me here.”

The cop came closer and started smiling.

“Well, well, well….has this man kidnapped you?”

Katrina suddenly wasn’t sure that this man was a cop. Why did he behave so strangely? He…

“God, you really are a beauty, aren’t you.”

He came closer and his face came so close that the man’s nose almost touched Katrina’s nose.

Than he padded her left leg. And the strangest thing was…he seemed to enjoy the sound his hand made when it hit the bright red leather.

“My dear Katrina-Superstar….do you know why you’ve been brought here?”

She was so afraid, was shivering…

“No…”

“Well, my friend here….,” he pointed at the bulky man, “…and I am running a business…”

Katrina did not comprehend…

“Well, and this business is to have as much sexual fun as possible in one man’s life.”

A dark cloud started moving about the horizon…

“What…?”

“You will be fucked, Katrina. We will stick our huge cocks into this…”

And then he grabbed Katrina Kaif between her legs.

She was in shock. Her eyes wide open, Katrina forgot to breathe. She looked into the Cop’s face, unable to think. And then he started rubbing over the red leather, between her thighs, over her vagina.

“No…,” the girls face distorted into disgust and fear.

The man, on the other hand, smiled and did not stop stroking the red leather framing her slim body. The pure imagination that her sensitive lips, the pubic hair, the entrance into her young body were separated from his hand only by the red material he liked so much, just made him mad.

And then his other hand reached around Katrina and a second later she felt his fingers grabbing, framing, and kneading her firm ass, her left buttock.

He was closer, closer and his whole body pressed itself onto her figure.

“Oh Katrina, my darling; the three of us will be having so much fun. You will have our cocks that deep into your beautiful body that you will think they are actually parts of your body.”

She turned away her face in disgust, unable to say anything.

“No, please…let me go.”

He suddenly let go of her and stepped back. Then the man looked up and down on her.

“My God, this suit is certainly worth all this….”

“Let’s fuck the bitch!”

The bulky man couldn’t wait any longer. He had gone through all of the kidnapping procedure, that he now had no sense of patience left. He just wanted to fuck Katrina Kaif.

“Right. Let’s fuck Katrina.”

The cop reached out and grabbed Katrina’s left wrist. Pulling the girl towards him, kicking into the knee pit, he put the actress to the ground.

Katrina screamed out in pain when his black shoe hit her and she went down.

Lying on the ground, Katrina started shivering. All of her muscles, restrained by the skin tight suit, were shaking in total panic. She realized that she was about to get raped. Raped! She just couldn’t believe it. She had to get out….

But there was just no chance for her to leave her confinement. The cop and the bulky man went down to their knees, holding her body with strong fingers.

“Who will be first?”

The bulky man looked at his cop-friend.

“You brought the bitch. Why don’t you stick him into this…?”

The cop again grabbed Katrina’s vagina.

She held her breath, looking up at the two men, feeling the pressure between her legs. Why would they do this to her? Why?

“Why don’t you get the table?”

They smiled at each other, and then the cop got up and left the bulky men with Katrina on the ground. He looked at her and let his gazes wander up and down her slim body.

“You know, Katrina, I always wanted to fuck you.”

Have heartedly the girl lifted her upper body, supporting it with outstretched arms.

“Please, let me go. I… please…”

She did not know what to say; only that she had to say something. The man looked at her and laid one hand on her left thigh.

“God, this is so tight,” he started stroking her leg, moving his fingers even further towards her lap.

She looked at the hairy hand, shivering slightly and expecting the worse. Like a deer she waited for doom to strike. The bulky man kept on smiling while he pushed his fingers between Katrina’s legs, pushing, pressing the middle finger onto the bright red leather of her jumpsuit were underneath her vagina was.

But before the sweating man could inflict any harm to her soul he was stopped by his returning comrade. Katrina looked up, feeling a little relieve when the bulky man was stopped. Even a touch, even his hand on her leg or between…

Even the thought was unbearable.

The cop carried a wooden table into the naked room. He was smiling down on the sexy girl.

“You wonder what this is, don’t you!?”

She simply nodded.

“Well, you’ll see.”

Then he turned to his friend.

“Bring her…”

The big man, sweating and breathing heavily grabbed Katrina’s right arm and pulled her with one swift move to her feet. She screamed in pain. His grip was brutal, and the red leather twisted somehow and so did her skin.

But there was no pity, no sympathy for her suffering here.

She was pushed and pulled over to the table.

“Al right….,” the bulky man now placed his hands on each hip of hers and looked into frightened eyes. He saw that there would be no resistance, no attempt to escape.

Her will was already broken. And in only one moments time he finally would fulfil his dreams. His cock already was hard like a rock.

Then he lifted her up from the ground. She was so light, so incredibly light. Like a leave in fall. He sat her down on the table. And when his hands left her hips, he grabbed her muscular thighs and spread her legs apart.

The table was a little higher than the usual one. And Katrina figured that it certainly had something to do with the upcoming rape. She looked down her body and looked, by pure incident between the legs of the fat man. His cock had risen and it was… directly opposite of her lap. So, she had been right. This table had been created in order to rape a victim. No, not any victim. This table would be her doom to come.

But…

He placed one fat hand on her left shoulder and pressed her backwards.

“Lie down and wait for me to fuck you, Katrina Darling.”

She did as she was told….breathing hard, shivering and sweating. A fine layer of sweat already covered her young body and since the leather suit could not absorb the sweat, it ran down her body, between skin and leather.

But…what would they do now. Would they somehow cut the red leather between her legs in order for their cocks to ram down her body, to stick them deep into her vagina?

“Get me the spray, will ya?”

“Yes…”

Katrina couldn’t see what the men were doing. She could only assume that the ‘Cop’ would leave the again to bring the spray. But what spray? What would they do with it…?

Katrina lay on the light brown table, starring at the ceiling, crying and pleading for help. Praying to a god that wouldn’t listen.

The cop returned quickly.

“Here.”

She heard the faint sound of a spray bottle being turned. That one of these men started shaking it.

“I still can’t believe that something like this exists.”

“But it does. It does.”

“You think it does anything bad to,” pause, “… him?”

No sound. They were communicating nonverbal.

And then she heard and … felt the spray. She felt it… between her legs, over her pussy.

“God… no…!”

she lifted her upper body, had to see it. What did they do to her?

But the two men did not care her attention. They seemed to be transfixed with what they did to her lower body. The cop had a plain spray bottle in his right Hand and looked at the tight, red leather between her legs.

“That should do it.”

Both of them started giggling and Katrina’s felt like she had to go crazy. She had no idea what those monsters did to her. She had a very good idea that those men would rape her any moment now. And she was afraid to death just by the shear thought of those men sticking their cocks into her. But what made her real crazy was the total loss of ideas to what those men were doing to her lower body.

But that would change.

The men straightened up and looked at their frightened victim. They smiled. And then the bulky man went straight to the lower end of the table, positioned himself between her firm legs. His hands found their way on top of her thighs.

“Time to test the creativity of our foriegn product.”

Katrina shook her head. What?

He pressed the girl’s legs apart till it hurt Katrina in the joints. She than heard the chiming sound of his belt, his zipper, his pants being opened. And, since she still was in a more upright position…took an in voluntary look at the dark coloured penis in his left hand.

A scream went over her lips.

“No…please…please don’t. I… I am still….!”

All strength left Katrina’s arms and she hit the table with her back. Her chest started moving heavily and she began to shiver in an unknown quality.

“No, no, no….,” the young singer whispered. She couldn’t even think about what was to happen. She still was…

-Oh please, not with those… not the first time….-

A groaning sound filled the room when the big and fat man stood between Katrina Kaif legs, holding his own cock in the hand. He positioned the tip over the part of the red suit where the vagina was underneath and still couldn’t believe that this spray would work. Any moment now his best part would touch the cool leather, being stopped from doing his most driving desire. He would feel it on the tip… now…. Now…now…

But then something happened. Something so strange, something so unheard of… a sensation when his cock slid into the leather, when the tip instantly touched the sensitive lips, the vagina of his girl. He looked down on her, looked down between Katrina’s thighs and his forehead wrinkled. It was the strangest sensation…

He saw his cock sliding deeper; feeling the lips of Katrina’s vagina closing around it and still… the bright read leather seemed to be undamaged. It was like the leather had melted around his penis. Unconsciously the bulky man shook his head when… when he realized what was happening.

“Oh my God, this bitch still is a virgin!”

His cock separated the thin skin, pushed the lips apart. A little river of blood ran out of her opening, down between the red leather and her body.

Katrina Kaif screamed in pain.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Tears shot in her eyes. She was in the process of being raped. She had lost her virginity to a rapist. No turning back. No first time with the man she loved. No wonderful memory that she could tell her grandchildren. Robed off the one precious gift she had to give. Lost… forever. Being raped.

“A virgin?!”

The cop’s voice was shrill, his scream painted in disbelieve.

“You’re kidding’ me!”

Katrina felt the man’s cock deep inside her body. The massive, long penis filled her out, stretched her vagina. Her face distorted into a grimace of endless pain; tears streaming down her soft cheeks.

“No, man. She is….,” the bulky man coughed while pushing his cock deeper into the young woman’s vagina. He started pumping…

“God, she’s tight!”

“Nooooo…”

Katrina’s vagina went into a cramp; the pain was unbearable. And with each thrust the pain grew in intensity.

The bulky man grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers hard around the bones, hard into the skin, hearing the sound the red leather made…enjoying it.

But there was nothing in the world…no feeling, no action, no…that came close to the joy he felt while having his rock hard cock in this virgins vagina.

He pushed her hard, thrusting deep and hard into her. And her wining, her sounds of pain let his arousals grow. Faster and faster he went, noticing that the make shift table shook underneath the weight and intensity.

The cop just couldn’t believe what was happening. Why had he been so dumb to let his pal take the first fuck? If he had known that this Katrina bitch was still a virgin, he would have found some excuse to be her first. God, she was a beauty.

He walked over to the side of the table, watching the uneven pair having sex. He looked her face. It was distorted by all the pain and fear. His own erection grew.

The cop let his gazes wander down her body. Her midsized tits, her flat stomach, and their… his friends cock went into the beautiful body without harming the red leather. He shook his head; this was unbelievable…

The bulky man had his eyes half closed while his fingers still held their firm grip of the girl’s hips. His lower body had become a machine, self guided and without any control by him. He rammed his cock deep into the tight hole; again and again…

Subconsciously his hands let go of her hips and moved upwards over the cool, red leather. It was so incredibly erotic…skin tight, bright red, no room for any lazy fat…her figure was perfect…and he cupped her breasts, pressing them hard, hearing the sound when the leather was squeezed…

And a thought came up…

The man opened up his eyes and looked at the cop while he kept on fucking Katrina Kaif.

“The…,” he couldn’t find his breath, “….the sprays….!”

The cop shook his head, his forehead in a frown.

The bulky man, his head in a deep red, pointed at the actress’s breasts…

And then his pal smiled; he knew what the man wanted.

He went over, grabbed the spray bottle and pointed it at the firm hills, protected by the durable leather. And he pressed the button…

A fine layer of the liquid hit the leather. The cop moved the bottle from left to right and then pulled the bottle away again. He then pointed at the breasts.

“Your pleasure…”

“Thanks man.”

The bulky man coughed, breathing hard, still moving in and out of her. His big hands were hovering over Katrina’s breasts. It was as if he couldn’t decide whether he should touch them, whether it was working…

But then he let his hands down on the tits.

Katrina’s eyes opened up and she saw everything in a blur. Blinking she tried to clear her sight from tears. She was in a state of trance. All the pain in her body seemed to be unreal, distant and not connected to her self. She felt each bump, felt the bulky man’s cock entering her body each and every time. She felt… she felt his massive hands on her breasts. And when her sight had been cleared she saw his fingers … on … or more accurately in the red leather. Her suit had become somehow liquid; somehow moving around the man’s fingers (and his cock)…

And the bulky man started massaging, started pressing her firm breasts.

It hurt… More tears filled her eyes and her head sank back.

A cry of pain escaped her mouth.

A cry of pain filled the small cellar room. The bulky man looked down on his prey and screamed out his satisfaction, his pain…sweet pain…sweet… He kept on moving, still …harder, even harder … his cock went deep down her body.

And, oh God, she was tight, so tight…

He was close, so close…

Pressing the warm, soft tits, pushing him self again and again into the hole. Pure lust, pure satisfaction, God, she was good.

She had closed her eyes again, holding herself on the table with hurting fingers. She felt him and was thinking that this was it. So, this was how it was… this thing in her. Her first time. How often the young woman had dreamed about her first time. How often she had thought about a man, still only a shadow, the man of her dreams.

This man was supposed to be her first lover. Love, endless love and the warm physical union. It was supposed to be a very special occasion in a woman’s love. And now Katrina lay on a makeshift table in a dark cellar. She lay there, on her back, her legs spread and a fat and smelling man had pushed his fat cock into her vagina. And she still couldn’t accept the fact. She couldn’t believe that this ugly and violent creature was her first man.

More tears…

It hurt so much.

And then the creature began to move faster, harder. It was like he could feel the end coming. Against her better judgement Katrina opened up her eyes and looked at the fat creature between her firm thighs. She looked up and felt a difference…

He moved faster with each push…

He coughed…

Breathing faster, pushing harder…

Even harder…faster….faster…

And his fingers were digging as deep as possible into Katrina’s breasts. This time holding them, not moving any longer. Only harder, deeper into them…

And then it happened…

He was screaming out loud…

His lower body hit her pelvis one last time…

Sperm shot out of this creatures cock.

Sperm shot out it and entered Katrina Kaif vagina.

Sperm shot deep into her. Sperm had entered her.

And some of it ran back out; slowly down her ass and hitting the makeshift table.

Katrina Kaif became one shivering, shaking bundle when the bulky man pulled himself out of her red and swollen pussy.

He let go of her aching breasts and stumbled backwards. The young sexy actress felt his weakening cock gliding out of her body. And when it was out, when the vagina was in a situation like minutes before, a very strange sensation filled her. Somehow she had become another person. A person detached from the innocent young lady on the table.

She wasn’t stronger…

She wasn’t a tough girl.

She only was different.

And after all, she became somehow more aware that she had been raped.

Katrina let her legs come together and felt the joints screaming out loud in pain. She felt the hot and burning sensation of her breasts. They had been squeezed and mistreated for some time now and the pain subsided only marginally.

And then, all of a sudden the girl figured out why she felt different, why she was another person now: -There is no joy… no joy any longer…-

As long as Katrina could remember there had been fun and an incredible sense of an open sky where everything was possible. She had led a life of possibilities, a life that had made sense, was valuable. But those days were over now. Those days…

No she was a bundle of shivering flesh. A woman, who had been raped, had been robed of her innocence. There was no joy.

The bulky man had stumbled against one of the cellar walls. There he stood, breathing heavily and felt his flesh returning to a normal state. He felt his breathing slowing down and involuntarily grabbed his pants to pull them up again. When he had closed them without looking at the zipper or the button, he looked at his friend.
And this friend, this cop, was also leaning against one of the walls where he had the broadest grin on his face.

“Good, hmm?!” A smile.

“Yeah man, real good. Why don’t you take your turn?”

The cop pushed himself from the wall and moved closer to the slim woman in a read leather suit. And while he moved, he already opened up his pants.

“Katrina, honey, you are about to get the fuck of your life.”

She looked at him and the cop felt immeasurable joy when he detected the fear in her features.

He saw her pressing her legs together, saw the bright red leather going into small waves. And he felt his cock rising to a state where it hurt.

“Come on, Katrina, you’re not really thinking you can stop me from having a little fun with your … body, aren’t you!?”

She just lay there, starring at him. She was shivering and crying and he knew she would do anything to get away from him if only she was able to.

But luckily she wasn’t able to get away. No man, she wasn’t…

“Alright, babe.”

He had reached the slim, young woman and was standing over her now, thinking.

“What shall I do with you, babe…what shall I do?”

Suddenly the corners of his mouth lifted.

“Mhhh, babe…you want to have another pussy fuck? Or …,” the cop stopped talking and the smile broadened.

“Now I know…”

And before Katrina could react, before she had the chance to form a single thought she was grabbed by her shoulders and turned around.

A scream escaped her mouth when her face hit the untreated wood of the table. She saw blood, her own blood and without thinking her hands grabbed the upper edge of the wood to hold herself. He couldn’t … no, he…

-Oh God, please don’t. It can’t be. Please make him stop-

But God was on a vacation.

He did not listen to Katrina Kaif.

“So baby,” the thin man, the cop, bent over her side till his face was close to Katrina’s face.

“Ever had a cock up your….,” and he padded the firm, the muscular buttocks, framed by skin tight read leather. Small sounds so typical of hitting a buttock filled the small room.

“…ever had a cock up your anus, Katrina baby?!”

It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been turned over her head. Katrina stopped moving, stopped thinking.

“No….”

“I didn’t think so.”

But her remark wasn’t supposed to be an answer to his question. Of course she didn’t have a cock in her ass before. She had never been fucked…

-No, no, no, no…God, please…please…-

“But there is a first time for everything….”

He was laughing out loud when he again hit her ass.

Katrina closed her eyes again and pressed her forehead hard onto the table.

-Don’t think, don’t think….-

But there was still the pain in her vagina. Still there was the pain in her breasts. There was no way she could make herself believe that everything was fine.
And there were those images her mind was creating. Images, pictures of what was about to happen. And those pictures made her just crazy.

Suddenly no word was said. She could hear herself breathing, could hear a rumbling behind her back.

A sound…

Too familiar…

The sound of horror. The signal for endless pain… a hissing sound…

Katrina Kaif was screaming on the top of her lungs when she felt the spray hitting the read leather that so far had protected her anus.

And only a short moment passed when the girl heard the sound the zipper made. She heard the chiming, heard the hard breathing of a man who was aroused.

Fingers touched her thighs from the inside and pressed them apart.

“No, no, no, no….,” she whispered knowing that there was no way out.

And the thin man in his light blue shirt placed his hands on her back while he was speaking no word. There was no word to be spoken. No word left. He had told her what she had to know, what he wanted to do.

A small, a light touch on the red leather, a little more pressure, pressing…

-It’s his penis….-

Tears hitting the light brown wood…

And then again there was this most peculiar sensation.

Chemicals were altering the consistency of the leather…and matter passed through.

The tip…wet…filled the small whole…

More pressure….and the buttocks gave way, were moving aside.

A loud groan…fingers pressing hard into her flesh, into her pelvic bones…

He stepped forward…giving more and more pressure, pressing his penis as hard as he was able to against Katrina’s anus…

And all of a sudden the red and swollen cock entered the young woman’s ass.

At first it was a slow process since the cop had to push into a part of her body that had never been used this way. But his erection was so strong, his will to perform the rape so high, that there was no real barrier. He pushed his manhood deeper and deeper, pressed her buttocks apart, and opened up the small hole.

Katrina Kaif anus was screaming out loud in total pain. Her face was a distorted grimace, a reflection of the pain she felt. Tears were starting to stream down her soft cheeks. And then he was entirely inside her ass.

The cop, his face red, streams of sweat running down his features, held the girl by her hips and started fucking her. He pushed his cock deep into the shaking body, pushed it hard, with all the lust, all the might he had. Each and every time he entered her he heard the sound of pain escaping her. He enjoyed it, loved it, felt power like he always did when he had one of those victims in this cellar. He pushed hard and without thinking his hands were gliding up the red leather. He somehow was stroking the cute girl, the celebrity. Yes, this was the ultimate satisfaction. Katrina…

He legs were shaking; her muscles almost gave way when she laid there, her front pressed to the makeshift table. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the wood, pain soaring up her nerves. But that pain was completely wrapped in the pain she felt in her anus. Katrina felt humiliated, felt used as a piece of meat, felt less than an ant on the ground, underneath one mans boot. She felt the hot and soaring pain in the ass, felt the mans cock were it did not belong, felt him filling her ass…
And she was yelling out loud. She did not care if she was going to be punished or not. She just did not care anymore. The pain was unbearable. And each thrust of his cock brought her closer to fainting out.

Sweat was running between the red leather and her skin while the table made noises that told her that it would break down some time soon. Again and again the peace of meat was gliding into her ass, hurting her, bringing her closer to the end.

The cop only saw the slim and very beautiful girl underneath him. The only thing he regretted was that he wasn’t able to see her face. Only the back of her head… but there was this magnificent body in that leather suit. It fitted her like a glove, like a second skin. And the best was that thanks to the spray he got from his pal, he was able to give it to her without removing the suit. God, he was thankful for being alive…

He pushed it again into her, heard her moaning, heart her crying and the pleasure was building up. It was the heat that came rushing; it was the pleasure, the pain in his manhood, the lust that grew. And he gave it to her, oh yes; he gave it to that little bitch. That rich little bitch. That beautiful little whore. She was suffering, he knew, but he liked it very much. He was groaning when he pushed his hurting cock deep into the slim girl’s ass. He felt it being tight around him, felt it vibrating in pain and the feeling of intense pleasure grew by the second. The room spun around him and distorted in a blur. He heard his pal, heard the fat man, the bulky man say something. Yet, the cop did not comprehend it, did not comprehend anything…

Again and again he pushed himself deep into the tight hole. He heard her mumbling, heard his victim, heard… heard his own moaning as it grew louder and louder. It hurt, his cock hurt so much, but he was unwilling to stop what he was doing. The horizon came close, the road of pain, the road of pleasure thinned out when…

The cop was screaming out loud…

The girl in red was screaming…

The girl in the leather suit was screaming…

Katrina Kaif was screaming out loud when she felt him explode insider her body…

Sperm shot out of him, shot out into the depth of Katrina’s ass.

Her buttocks started shaking in pain; her knees suddenly became so weak that she was not able to hold herself any longer. And even her fingers gave way…
But when the cop felt her body weakening he just grabbed her pelvis again, held her steady when he kept on pushing. He did not want this to end. He felt all there was leaving him, flooding the back of the young woman’s body. He felt himself growing weaker, felt the pleasure subside. Though he did not want it, though he kept on pushing till it hurt too much, he realized that the end of this had come.

The man in the light blue shirt, with a shiny golden badge on his front, was breathing hard and felt himself relax. He looked down on the woman in red and then suddenly pulled himself out of her anus. And he still couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the red leather returning to its original state. There was no scratch, no hole, nothing that told him what just had happened. But the man had raped to many people that he did not know how Katrina’s ass would looked like, right now.
It certainly was red and wet and as sure as hell there would be blood between her buttocks. The cop started laughing out loud.

“Oh man, this babe is hot.”

Katrina fell down and hit the floor.

This time neither the cop nor the bulky man cared about it anymore. They were looking down on her, observing her pain. They then looked at each other and started grinning.

“What do you think?”

“Well,” the cop said, “I think we keep her.”

“Yeah man, it is a shame that we can’t go any further right now.”

Katrina looked up at her captors, her eyes red and swollen, and tears covering her face. She just had gone through hell, had been robed from her dreams and had been treated like a piece of meet. But what she had just heard turned everything else in to something not worth thinking about.

“What…?” she shook her head in disbelieves, “please don’t, please…please let me go.”

But the two men did not seem to care about her words.

“Don’t worry; man…we’ll have her in no time.”

They had closed their pants and both of them looked very much relaxed when they started leaving the small cellar room.

Katrina reached out for them, begging, asking, and crying. They had to let her go…

She was too weak to stand up, her body hurt too much, but she started crawling over the light grey floor, still holding out one hand.

“Let me go!”

Her fingertips touched the cop’s right leg and he shook a little; like he had been hit by light electricity.

“Don’t you ever do that again, pussy hole.”

Then he kicked Katrina hard into her side.

The young girl was screaming out in pain. She stopped asking her captors, stopped trying to get out, to persuade the men. Instead she rolled up in a foetal position and let the pain take over. More tears were streaming down her face while she was covered by pain.

The men left the room and the bulky man shut the door.

When they were in the other room they looked at each other again.

“What do you reckon we do to her next time?” the bulky man asked.

The cop smiled at him and caressed his own chin.

“I think young Katrina Kaif should get something to drink.”

The bulky man looked at his friend. First not getting the meaning of his friends words, but soon he figured that out.

He then started laughing out loud.

“You mean something white?”

“Exactly.”

The cop and the bulky man started going up the stairs to the little shop. They shook with laughter and each of them already felt the urge to pay her involuntary guest another visit.

Katrina lay broken on the floor of her cell, crying constantly. She felt empty and hollow, felt beyond pain, beyond the comprehension of her situation.
Raped, raped, raped…

Her brain was filled by that single word. She still felt a throbbing pain in her vagina and in her anus while she involuntarily shifted position in order to ease the pain.

But over all there was the threat of the future.

-They will come again… oh God, please let me go. Please….-

They would come again.

Again… and again.

And nobody knew if ever Katrina Kaif would see the sky again.

Continued…

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