Pankhudi was being tormented for a long time now. She had been praying for this ordeal to end. But it was looking like the game has only begun.

One night when she returned home, she saw an uninvited guest sitting on the couch. His presence in her house was no longer shocking for her, but still unwelcome and disturbing. He was sitting so comfortably in her house, like he owned it. To her horror, he was viewing her personal photo album that contained pictures of her family and friends, which she kept for the sake of memories when she felt lonely. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he seemed to be observing the pictures carefully. She felt all the more crushed. Her heart sank and she stood quietly frozen with fear. When he acknowledged her presence, he lifted his gaze.

“How was your day, cupcake?” he asked casually with a smile that she was not very fond of.

“Why have you come here?” she said in a very soft voice.

“Your voice is barely audible sunshine, come closer.” he said, signaling her with his index finger.

She shuddered when he ordered her to do that. Instead of walking towards him, she nervously started taking small steps backwards.

“You want me to come there?” he asked with a confident smile.

She suddenly stopped moving backwards. She trembled like a scared little kitten. His eyes were fixed on her and his gaze was scorching. With every tiny trembling step she took towards him, her feet seemed to get heavier and she had to gather all her strength to put them forwards. When she reached close enough he grabbed her hand.

“Come, sit on my lap” he said as he gently tugged on her hand. His grip however was firm.

Pankhudi hesitated, so he pulled her hand harder. She had to battle her will to obey him. But she finally did. She felt his arms embrace her and his legs lock hers between them. She couldn’t move now unless he wanted her too. Pankhudi had small delicate wrists, like those of a baby. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and his other hand was free to exploit her helplessness.

“You didn’t answer me cupcake” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled it, “How was your day?”

“Fine.” she said in a voice breaking in fear. She was so scared to be so helplessly locked in his grip. The anticipation of what he was going to do to her made her blood run cold.

He moved his hand through her silky black hair as he smiled to watch her shudder every time he touched her. He was only caressing her gently, but the poor girl was so afraid of him. He brushed his hand lightly across her face. He then started gently rubbing her back. She was only beginning to feel comforted when he slipped his hand under her top and began to stroke her bare skin. His touch on her bare skin made her feel a familiar tingle between her legs. She wanted it to stop. She began to struggle hopelessly. He was delighted to see that. He continued stroking her bare skin, and unhooked her bra. The elastic recoiled away and he could feel her smooth back.

“Why are you so nervous? This is not the first time I am touching you, is it?” he said. Pankhudi began to weep as she recalled how he had touched her earlier.

He then took his hand out and grabbed her hair. “Did you forget...” he said as he kissed her neck, “Where all I have touched and licked you?”

Pankhudi could do nothing but weep and squirm helplessly in his grip.

“Let me remind you.” He said and relaxed his grip over her. He intended to make her lie down on the couch but she escaped his grip and stood trembling at a distance away from him. She was too scared to even try to run from him. She was not going to get anywhere even if she did. She knew that very well.

“For God sake stop all this!” She shouted, “What the hell do you want? Why are you doing this to me? You’ll drive me insane someday!”

He got up calmly and walked towards the table and picked up her medical file that was lying there. She had put it there carelessly after her visit to the psychiatrist.

“Well,” he said as he opened to read it, “If I drive you insane, maybe your shrink can fix you. Hmm let’s see..Masochistic Personality Disorder...patient gives history of childhood abuse and self harm. Really, snowflake?” He suddenly looked at her.

She didn’t respond. He began to walk towards her and she took steps backward as he came closer till her back touched the wall. He stood right in front of her and smiled. He placed both his palms on the wall and trapped her. Her unhooked bra was bugging her already, but she was too embarrassed to hook it in front of him.

He stepped even closer and said, “Self harm? Seriously? Am I not hurting you enough? What a shame!”

She turned her head to one side not wanting to face him. He kissed her cheek. She flinched and suddenly pushed his right hand away and got away from him. She again stood at a distance from him, indecisive as to what she should really do. He was simply amused to see her reactions. She was trying to get away from him, yet she wasn’t trying to get out of the confines of the small room in which they were standing.

He walked towards her trying to contain his delight at her subtle submission. She heard his footsteps approaching her from behind. Perhaps out of despair, she didn’t move. He slowly slipped his hands from behind tracing the curves if her waist and grabbed her tight enough to cause her discomfort. She was wincing in his grip.

“You know something cupcake” he whispered in her ear, “This will only hurt you as long as you keep fighting it.”

He reached the button of her jeans and opened it, and unzipped and lowered her jeans just enough for his hand to pass between her legs. He began to rub her pussy through her panty. He could feel her trimmed pubic hair and her soft pussy lips, through the fabric. He pressed his chin on her shoulder. She was struggling but the intensity of the struggle was negligible. She could feel her lust take over her will again. She arched her neck and moaned softly. She never realised when she parted her legs slightly to allow him better access. She could feel his body against her back, every small amount of friction was arousing her more. He rubbed her long enough to have a wet spot on her panty. He took his hand out and pinched her ass and said, “You are wet for a reason.”

She pushed him away, out of a sudden emotional outburst. Then she broke down and fell to her knees and said, “Why are you doing this to me? Just tell me what you want...take it from me, whatever that it is you are after. What do you want huh? You want to fuck me! Fine fuck me! Right now! Just do it! Or just kill me if that pleases you...Just stop playing your cruel games! Please I can’t take this anymore! I’ll do anything you say, just stop this! Please!”

“Anything? You sure about that cupcake?” he said smiling at the girl helplessly kneeling before him.

“Yes, anything” Pankhudi gasped.

He said nothing; he just stood there watching her and enjoying her condition. Nothing could have been more delicious to his eyes.

Then he bent over and grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He gently led her to the bedroom. He ushered her into the room first and then closed the door behind him.He turned off all the lights of the room except for that beautiful table lamp beside the bed scattering its subtle golden light around the room. The ambience of the humble room was sensual, but Pankhudi was feeling totally defeated and broken.

“We don’t need much light for now” he said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, anticipating the inevitable.

“Take off your clothes, I think you’ll look much more beautiful without them.” he said mischievously.

Pankhudi knew what she had to do. Her jeans were already halfway down her thighs. Without looking at him, she gently slipped it down. Her exposed skin glowed beautifully in the dim yellow light. Then she struggled with her own mind to pull down her already wet panty. His eyes growled in pleasure as he got a sneak peek at her trimmed pussy. As she pulled down it up to mid thigh, she suddenly became very conscious of her nakedness and she pulled the bed sheet across her thighs to cover up. She expected him to be angry, but he found her shyness rather adorable. He was only smiling. She removed her panty and now was completely naked below her waist. She pulled the bed sheet again and covered up even more.

She began to raise her top, and her already unhooked bra wasn’t doing its job anymore. He could easily see her full breasts, each and every curve of them, and then of course her sensitive nipples as she raise her hands above her head to remove the top. She then let to bra strap slide down her shoulder. She covered her breasts with her hand as she took off the bra. Her skin was burning in shame. She pulled the sheet up across her breasts to cover herself as much as possible.

He smiled to see her so badly try to cover herself. He stood in front of her, she trembled anticipating his touch. He brushed his hand across her hair and rubbed the side of her arms so tightly clinging to the sheet.

He sat on the bed and made himself comfortable by resting his back against the headboard. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She had covered herself from front with the bed sheet but her back was still exposed. He could see the glow of her clear skin, and of a part of her ass crack.

“Come here” he said to her signalling her to sit on his lap.

She didn’t hesitate much now. She crawled towards him. With every little movement she made, she consciously held on to the sheet, trying to cover up any exposed parts. He helped her sit comfortably on his lap, held her in his arms and kissed her forehead. She was quivering with anticipation.

“Calm down kitten” he said gently running his hand through her hair, “We need to talk.”

Pankhudi didn’t say anything.