"So when are you moving out of this dump?" She mused as she looked around the place, nitika seemed almost oblivious to the question, she smiled and continued with the tour, a small room with a bathroom and kitchen, the holy grail of the single female, there wasn't much but whatever there was was home. Rita on the other hand had luck run her way for the past couple of years, she had a posh bungalow, cars, servants the works. Nitika wasn't quite sure what Rita was doing to get where she was but she didn't want to intrude. "Nitika.." Rita said coldly. "Doing odd jobs and small roles isn't going to cut it." Nitika still smiled, her curly hair waving in the wind, her beautiful green eyes speaking more than she ever could, her face slightly rounded compensated for her sharp nose, her lips perfect, when ever she smiled she squinted her eyes slightly. "Rita, I understand that you say this with the best of intentions but to get somewhere I have to go through these struggles to get anywhere in the film business." Rita sighed and looked away to the window. "Nitika, what if I told you you don't need to do all this". Nitika looked at her with curious eyes. "Look at me, all of 24 and I have everything a girl is ever going to need." Nitika interest in the conversation peaked, she gave her a puzzled look. "I mean, you are fit, beautiful, curvy in the right places, dusky..you are what men drool for" nitika grew uncomfortable "now Rita, it's none of my business but I can't.." "Whore yourself out?" Rita completed the sentence with a hearty laugh. Nitika stood on looking at her dazed. Rita took a pen drive out of her purse. "Now where is that stupid computer of yours?" Nitika took out a laptop out of the back pack, she dusted off the dirt and powered it up. Rita inserted the pen drive and played a .mov file.
The laptop stuttered a few times before the file played. A large man walked toward the camera, he flexed his huge muscles, his jet black skin glistening under the spotlight. He told the camera he was going to tear his opponent apart. He wore a purple brief, shoulder pads and sneakers. Nitika couldn't help but stare at the well muscled man mountain before her. The camera then panned to reveal his opponent. The silhouette formed by the harsh backlight seemed to be of a woman, her curves accentuated in the backlight. Her legs were the first to be seen, muscular yet womanly. The camera then panned up to her torso, she wore a barely there pink thong, as the camera cut to her bare ass. Round and firm. The camera then cut back to the front. Her shapely oiled abs glistening under the light. As the camera continued upwards to her beautiful firm breasts, nitika had a starling realisation, the camera revealed her face, it was Rita.
What nitika saw next blew her mind. The match started out evenly enough with both of them exchanging blows. Rita's blows had little effect on the giant and she was barely evading his. Nitika was watching in disbelief. The man finally connected with one thunderous blow to the abs. What followed next was a beatdown pure and simple yet sadistic in its brutality. Rita's body was put through its paces, punches, kicks, slams, piledrvers to the concrete and more. Nitika watched in horror as her friend was mauled, the man seemed to take a peculiar interest in toying with here crotch and breasts. When he was done, Rita law in a heap on the floor as the credits rolled. "So?" Rita asked as she turned around to look at her friend. Nitika was still transfixed by what she saw. She was embarrassingly turned on as well as Rita could see her hand move over her crotch. "I see you are enjoying this" nitika sprang up embarrassed "I..ummm..what?" Rita smiled "so, do you think you want in on this" Nitika could only mumble
"umm..punches..pain..injuries.." Rita smiled again "let's just say there are some things that can only be seen to be believed. I will come back tomorrow, make up your mind till then."
At the office next today, Nitika still couldn't believe what she had witnessed. The match kept running through her mind. As odd as it seemed she wanted to experience it, she remembered the video, as her mind replayed the scene, Rita's reactions to the beatdown was what stood out. She wasn't in pain, she wasn't screaming, she was moaning like she was enjoying it. As she took the train back home, she noticed a 7 foot tall man, built of muscle carrying the passengers bags, he was the porter. He seemed sad, almost like he had given up on life. She caught him looking at her, his expression turned to longing as he saw her sipping her tea, his face had a scar under the left eye. His bald head shining in the sun. His eyes beamed fire as his expression turned to anger. She felt guilty like she was responsible but she also felt a strange feeling, she remembered the video once again, she wanted that porter to take her by her hair, punch her, give her a beatdown. She made up her mind. As the train stopped, she made her way to Rita's home.
"Now there will be some things that you will only believe when you see them." Rita said strently as she saw Nitika sitting nervously next to her. "Don't worry, it's going to be fun." Nitika managed a meek smile. Rita let out a hearty laugh.
For the next few days nothing out of the ordinary happened, she went to work as usual, following the same routine she normally followed. She did notice a man though, wore a black suit everyday. She wasn't sure but she was sure he was following her.
She finally worked up the courage to walk up to him. She caught him following her into the cafe. "So..ummm..are you who I think you are ?" The man took a sip of his coffe. "Depends on what you're looking for." Nitika sat next to him. "Here" the man took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Read it carefully, it will explain everything." Nitika read the document as her eyes went big reading the list of things she would get in return for her services. "Remember one thing. You sign this and you're not going back." Nitika gulped, she picked up a pen and signed it. The man rolled the document away. "Wear something nice tonight, something that shows of your body."
Nitika watched as the man walked away.
Back home Nitika picked out a skimpy bikini she was always too shy to try out. She looked at herself in the mirror, she had forgotten how good she looked the two piece bought out her figure and she paired it up with a pair of sneakers. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror, the purple bikini was perfect.
The phone rang as Nitika ran to answer it. "You have your dress picked out?" The voice on the other side boomed. "Yes" she mumbled. "Good. All you need to do now is put it on and wait, oh and go with the flow."
She wore her bikini and sat patiently. Hours passed as nothing happened. Nitika grew more nervous with each passing minute. Just then, she heard a knock on the door.
She got up and opened the door, she walked out to look at who it was, she felt a little silly walking out in a bikini at this hour in her locality "go with the flow, he said, well.." She made her way down the stairs, they seemed to last longer than they usually do. She could also smell something in the air, the pungent smell of oil, coal almost like the train station. The stairs finally came to a stop. Her feet touched the floor and she looked up, she was at the platform. "What the..how..what" before she could make sense of what happened, she heard footsteps from the other side of the platform. The tall man wore steel boots and elbow pads. His face was obscured by the shadow falling across him. She finally got a good look at him, 7 foot fall, scar on the left eye, muscles like concrete. It was the porter.
Without warning the porter let out a huge cry and charged at her. She clumsily avoided his bald head. He stopped and looked back. She had barely recovered before he sent a punch to her face. The punch snapped her jaw sideways as her curly hair flew to the side. She landed at least a feet away. She felt no pain but an amazing sensation that turned her on. She clumsily got up still reeling from the blow, the porter was already on her, he sent another punch to her face, the punch connected and time seemed to slow down for nitika, she could feel the impact of his rugged skin on her face and that tingling sensation was back. She flew and landed on cold concrete back first. She made her way up to all fours before she felt the porters steel boots connect with her stomach, her body arched upwards ass first as he slapped her ass amusingly, she fell back down face first. The porter let her lay there for a few seconds admiring his work. He picked her up by her hair and sent her head first into a concrete pillar. The tingling sensation shot through her head and into the rest of the body. He repeated the dose again and again till she lay next to the pillar face first. The porter thought hard about his next course of action and he looked around the platform, he spotted a cart used to lug around the luggage. He let out a little smile.
Nitika went back first into the cart as she lay there spread eagle. He picked her up by her throat, dangled her in the air choking her and finally slammed her down again breaking the cart. Nitika's top was having trouble staying on, so the porter ripped it open. He ogled her bosom for a while before twisting her nipples. Nitika felt the sensation shoot up her breasts, she orgasmed vigorously. The porter enjoyed the sight. He ripped open her bottom and sent a knee into her crotch. Nitika orgasmed again, this time leaving her out of breath. A smile beamed across her face. The porter observed the scene patiently. He parted her legs and kicked her cunt with his steel boots. He kneed, punched mauled and Nitika came again and again, it was ecstasy.
Nitika then felt her nude body being thrown into an empty bogie. The porter dragged by her hair into the ac compartment. He made sit on a berth before he dropped the latch on the top one on her. The steel collided with her face and flung her backwards. He latched the berth up again and sent her headfirst into the window, he repeated it thrice before the window finally cracked and her body dangled awkwardly out the window. The porter dragged her back in, he tied her up near the window and went to work on her belly. Punches, kicks rained on her abdomen as she felt orgasm after orgasm coarse through her body. She finally passed out.
When she came to, she was lying nude in her bed, embarrassingly still wet from her experience. "Was it all just a wet dream?"She got up and took the train to get to Rita's. At the platform she ran into the porter again, she saw him carrying the luggage from her window. As the train was about to leave, the porter looked at her intently and smiled. She smiled back. It was real and it was fun.
The laptop stuttered a few times before the file played. A large man walked toward the camera, he flexed his huge muscles, his jet black skin glistening under the spotlight. He told the camera he was going to tear his opponent apart. He wore a purple brief, shoulder pads and sneakers. Nitika couldn't help but stare at the well muscled man mountain before her. The camera then panned to reveal his opponent. The silhouette formed by the harsh backlight seemed to be of a woman, her curves accentuated in the backlight. Her legs were the first to be seen, muscular yet womanly. The camera then panned up to her torso, she wore a barely there pink thong, as the camera cut to her bare ass. Round and firm. The camera then cut back to the front. Her shapely oiled abs glistening under the light. As the camera continued upwards to her beautiful firm breasts, nitika had a starling realisation, the camera revealed her face, it was Rita.
What nitika saw next blew her mind. The match started out evenly enough with both of them exchanging blows. Rita's blows had little effect on the giant and she was barely evading his. Nitika was watching in disbelief. The man finally connected with one thunderous blow to the abs. What followed next was a beatdown pure and simple yet sadistic in its brutality. Rita's body was put through its paces, punches, kicks, slams, piledrvers to the concrete and more. Nitika watched in horror as her friend was mauled, the man seemed to take a peculiar interest in toying with here crotch and breasts. When he was done, Rita law in a heap on the floor as the credits rolled. "So?" Rita asked as she turned around to look at her friend. Nitika was still transfixed by what she saw. She was embarrassingly turned on as well as Rita could see her hand move over her crotch. "I see you are enjoying this" nitika sprang up embarrassed "I..ummm..what?" Rita smiled "so, do you think you want in on this" Nitika could only mumble
"umm..punches..pain..injuries.." Rita smiled again "let's just say there are some things that can only be seen to be believed. I will come back tomorrow, make up your mind till then."
At the office next today, Nitika still couldn't believe what she had witnessed. The match kept running through her mind. As odd as it seemed she wanted to experience it, she remembered the video, as her mind replayed the scene, Rita's reactions to the beatdown was what stood out. She wasn't in pain, she wasn't screaming, she was moaning like she was enjoying it. As she took the train back home, she noticed a 7 foot tall man, built of muscle carrying the passengers bags, he was the porter. He seemed sad, almost like he had given up on life. She caught him looking at her, his expression turned to longing as he saw her sipping her tea, his face had a scar under the left eye. His bald head shining in the sun. His eyes beamed fire as his expression turned to anger. She felt guilty like she was responsible but she also felt a strange feeling, she remembered the video once again, she wanted that porter to take her by her hair, punch her, give her a beatdown. She made up her mind. As the train stopped, she made her way to Rita's home.
"Now there will be some things that you will only believe when you see them." Rita said strently as she saw Nitika sitting nervously next to her. "Don't worry, it's going to be fun." Nitika managed a meek smile. Rita let out a hearty laugh.
For the next few days nothing out of the ordinary happened, she went to work as usual, following the same routine she normally followed. She did notice a man though, wore a black suit everyday. She wasn't sure but she was sure he was following her.
She finally worked up the courage to walk up to him. She caught him following her into the cafe. "So..ummm..are you who I think you are ?" The man took a sip of his coffe. "Depends on what you're looking for." Nitika sat next to him. "Here" the man took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Read it carefully, it will explain everything." Nitika read the document as her eyes went big reading the list of things she would get in return for her services. "Remember one thing. You sign this and you're not going back." Nitika gulped, she picked up a pen and signed it. The man rolled the document away. "Wear something nice tonight, something that shows of your body."
Nitika watched as the man walked away.
Back home Nitika picked out a skimpy bikini she was always too shy to try out. She looked at herself in the mirror, she had forgotten how good she looked the two piece bought out her figure and she paired it up with a pair of sneakers. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror, the purple bikini was perfect.
The phone rang as Nitika ran to answer it. "You have your dress picked out?" The voice on the other side boomed. "Yes" she mumbled. "Good. All you need to do now is put it on and wait, oh and go with the flow."
She wore her bikini and sat patiently. Hours passed as nothing happened. Nitika grew more nervous with each passing minute. Just then, she heard a knock on the door.
She got up and opened the door, she walked out to look at who it was, she felt a little silly walking out in a bikini at this hour in her locality "go with the flow, he said, well.." She made her way down the stairs, they seemed to last longer than they usually do. She could also smell something in the air, the pungent smell of oil, coal almost like the train station. The stairs finally came to a stop. Her feet touched the floor and she looked up, she was at the platform. "What the..how..what" before she could make sense of what happened, she heard footsteps from the other side of the platform. The tall man wore steel boots and elbow pads. His face was obscured by the shadow falling across him. She finally got a good look at him, 7 foot fall, scar on the left eye, muscles like concrete. It was the porter.
Without warning the porter let out a huge cry and charged at her. She clumsily avoided his bald head. He stopped and looked back. She had barely recovered before he sent a punch to her face. The punch snapped her jaw sideways as her curly hair flew to the side. She landed at least a feet away. She felt no pain but an amazing sensation that turned her on. She clumsily got up still reeling from the blow, the porter was already on her, he sent another punch to her face, the punch connected and time seemed to slow down for nitika, she could feel the impact of his rugged skin on her face and that tingling sensation was back. She flew and landed on cold concrete back first. She made her way up to all fours before she felt the porters steel boots connect with her stomach, her body arched upwards ass first as he slapped her ass amusingly, she fell back down face first. The porter let her lay there for a few seconds admiring his work. He picked her up by her hair and sent her head first into a concrete pillar. The tingling sensation shot through her head and into the rest of the body. He repeated the dose again and again till she lay next to the pillar face first. The porter thought hard about his next course of action and he looked around the platform, he spotted a cart used to lug around the luggage. He let out a little smile.
Nitika went back first into the cart as she lay there spread eagle. He picked her up by her throat, dangled her in the air choking her and finally slammed her down again breaking the cart. Nitika's top was having trouble staying on, so the porter ripped it open. He ogled her bosom for a while before twisting her nipples. Nitika felt the sensation shoot up her breasts, she orgasmed vigorously. The porter enjoyed the sight. He ripped open her bottom and sent a knee into her crotch. Nitika orgasmed again, this time leaving her out of breath. A smile beamed across her face. The porter observed the scene patiently. He parted her legs and kicked her cunt with his steel boots. He kneed, punched mauled and Nitika came again and again, it was ecstasy.
Nitika then felt her nude body being thrown into an empty bogie. The porter dragged by her hair into the ac compartment. He made sit on a berth before he dropped the latch on the top one on her. The steel collided with her face and flung her backwards. He latched the berth up again and sent her headfirst into the window, he repeated it thrice before the window finally cracked and her body dangled awkwardly out the window. The porter dragged her back in, he tied her up near the window and went to work on her belly. Punches, kicks rained on her abdomen as she felt orgasm after orgasm coarse through her body. She finally passed out.
When she came to, she was lying nude in her bed, embarrassingly still wet from her experience. "Was it all just a wet dream?"She got up and took the train to get to Rita's. At the platform she ran into the porter again, she saw him carrying the luggage from her window. As the train was about to leave, the porter looked at her intently and smiled. She smiled back. It was real and it was fun.
