Indian Erotica - II

Pankhudi -Forced BD$M

Pankhudi's peaceful life was rudely disrupted since the dark shadow of a mysterious stalker started hovering over her. He crept into her life insidiously, she never realized until she was too deep into this terror trap. He threatened to destroy everything she was as a person like some slow poison. Incessant fear overshadowed her mind all the time. She was tormented by fear that kept her on the edge, fear that made her notice even the smallest things, like tiny movements in the shadows and slightest of noises; fear that drained her energy, that she couldn't do anything about.

She was never herself since she realized she was being watched all the time. She sat nervously on the couch curled into a ball like a wounded animal as she was talking to her roommate Nisha. Her voice was barely audible as she spoke, "I don't know who he is and what he wants."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Nisha argued.

"I don't know if you can help me, I don't know if anyone can help me." she said as tears of helplessness rolled out of her eyes.

"Did he hurt or threaten you?" Nisha asked.

"No!" Pankhudi cried, "He doesn't do anything. He just stalks me, watches me all the time." She said this as he handed over an envelope to Nisha.

Nisha found various photographs of Pankhudi in the envelope, taken at various places, all taken without her notice.

"This is what he does all the time" Pankhudi said, "Some of these were handed over to me by random people, and some were sent by post to this address, and there are some more he emailed to me."

"It seems he knows a lot about you" Nisha said in a worried tone.

"I think he knows everything about me! First these photographs, then I started getting calls at my office, then on my mobile phone. At first they were just blank calls, later he started speaking. And believe me, our conversations are not sweet." Pankhudi cried.

"Did you ever see him?" Nisha asked.

"No, not yet" Pankhudi sighed, "But I recognize his voice, it is deep and clear as anything. He has called me several times. Each time a different number or a private number."

"This is frightening. I think we should report to the police." Nisha suggested.

Pankhudi said nothing. She just closed her eyes tightly took a deep breath and handed over another envelope to Nisha. This envelope contained her pictures, taken from the window of her own apartment. Pankhudi was changing her clothes and perhaps a portion of the curtain was left open. Unlike most of those skinny girls, Pankhudi's weight was on the heavier side, she had a beautiful womanly curvy body. The photographs were taken from such a sensual angle that captured the best of each and every curve of her voluptuous body. An admirer of erotic art would appreciate the artistic angle of photography that captured her lovely cleavage of her curvaceous breasts as she slipped down her top and unhooked her bra. There was another one taken from behind that showed her lovely brown legs as she removed her jeans and managed to get a sneak peek at her ass crack showing though her slightly lowered panty. For someone who admired this wheatish complexioned maiden, she might have well looked like a goddess of sensuality as her beautiful long raven hair hanged down her shoulders flanking her naked breasts, with such a subtle expression of purity adorned on her face. Pankhudi was a doe-eyed beauty. Her face was so expressive, it virtually told her story. Her eyes were sad yet so full of innocence. Whatever was visible of her skin in the photographs, looked like smooth satin that would tempt anyone to want to touch and find out what it really feels like.