Haasini stood, bored, on the train station platform in Paris. Rohit and his brother Rohan were her traveling companions/guards. Although there was no fear of an assassination attempt, kidnapping was always a fear.
Her brothers, who both held executive positions within their father’s company, never traveled without their assorted minions. Neha stayed mostly in the US, where kidnapping was not as much of a worry although she did have two guards assigned to her at all times. But Haasini , who spent most of her time in Europe, was the one greatest at risk.
Where Neha was blonde, Haasini had long dark hair the color of night. Where Neha had green eyes, Haasini had eyes the color of the Mediterranean Sea. Where Neha was blessed with skin warm and honey-colored, Haasini had skin so light, so fair, it was like white alabaster. Where Neha was soft and curvy, Haasini was tall, lanky and boney.
And there she stood, in her practical navy Chanel suit with matching practical spectator pumps, waiting on Rohit. He had run off to attend to some last minute thing and left her, the luggage and his brother standing beside the steaming, stinking train. Haasini preferred Paris. It is where her mother called home.
Papa lived in Italy, on a sprawling estate that consisted of vast vineyards and gardens. Mama lived in a large but cozy manse inside the city of Paris. Haasini , although she was well over 21, chose to live with her mother. She loved Paris almost as much as a mama. And London, which was so very close to Paris. She made a point of visiting papa at least twice a year.
She did adore Italy but papa could be a bit of a bore. She frowned pensively since this was not one of her scheduled visits. She had received a phone call from papa yesterday insisting he had to see her in Italy at once. And so here she was. Haasini hated to fly. It was something her parents had tried to break her from and failed miserably.
Years and money spent on therapy had provided little result. She certainly could tolerate flying more but she still did not enjoy it. So if at all possible, she traveled by land or sea. Hence, that is why she was standing on a train platform in this dreadful Paris station. She sighed and looked at her watch.
She dreaded her meeting with her father but she wanted to get on the train and get settled. She wanted to be at her best and rested when she saw him. She wondered what was keeping Rohit and was about to ask his brother when the missing man turned up.
“Sorry for the delay, Miss Haasini , we can board now,” he offered in way of explanation as he took her elbow and Rohan took up the luggage. She had secured a private compartment; money will do that, so that she would not be bothered enroute. Once the luggage had been stored, she made herself comfortable with a pot of tea and a magazine she had brought along from home.
The train soon departed, rolling along slowly. The men stationed themselves in the hall outside her compartment door, making sure she was not interrupted. Soon, she was lulled into relaxation by the sway of the train, her warm tea and her light reading. Then she knew she was ready.
She set the magazine aside and stood, slipping out of her jacket and laying it neatly upon the seat. Then in her blouse and skirt, she went to the compartment door and slid it open. “Rohit, it is time,” she said to him and turned to reenter the compartment. “Yes, Miss Haasini ,” he followed her inside, sliding shut the door.
She moved to the center of the compartment and unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. She bent, picked it up, folded it and lay on top of the jacket. She turned to face Rohit wearing nothing but her white silk blouse, navy thigh high stockings and her spectator pumps. She rarely wore panties.
He reached down and undid his pants, freeing his cock as he rushed at her, “You are such a slut.” Then he had her pressed against the window, the landscape outside rushing past as he pushed her blouse up, then her bra, freeing her large buoyant breasts. His hands cupped them then his mouth found them and began to suck and nipple at them, teeth tearing at the delicate flesh.
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“More!” she cried out as she arched her neck, her knees bending, reaching around him, pulling at him, aching for him. “This what you want, bitch?” he asked as he slid his hard cock inside her wetness. He was so thick, thicker than her wrist and long…oh so very long. She could feel him moving deeper inside her, her hips bucked up against him to get more, always more.
The back of her head pressed against the cool window. “Yes!” she cried out but he knew she would. This is what she wanted, needed, begged for, desired, and lived for, to be fucked like this with such reckless abandon. Soon, he was slamming into her like a train, her bare ass bouncing against the glass. He plunged deeper, harder, his mouth beside her ear.
She could hear his grunts as he fucked her like an animal. He was soundless and soulless, using her cunt to get off. It thrilled her to no end. As he continued to push inside her, she took him in, her pussy working him, squeezing him, caressing him, and cajoling him into giving her more. She wrapped around him tightly and held on.
He was huge and it felt delicious to have him filling her to bursting. She was close, so close, but she needed more. It seemed she always needed more. “More!” she begged him. “The whore wants more? I know how she likes it.” He grinned at her as he slid his cock, slick with her juices, from her aching throbbing pussy and turned her around,
one hand on the back of her neck pressing her face against the window. His other hand guided his thick cock into her ass, pushing it in past the tight first circle until he was firmly inside. “You want this, don’t you, slut?” “Yes, fuck yes!” she screamed, uncontrollably, as his thickness moved slowly inside her. He was so fat, he was tearing her apart.
But she didn’t care. It was the fullness she craved, the fullness she needed more than live. And he was inside her, further, deeper. Every moment another one of bliss until he was inside and his hands went to her hips as he began to fuck her ass. She cried out in agony at the first thrusts. She did every time. He was huge and it hurt but the pain was infinitely sweet.
He soon began a steady rhythm of push and pull. Thankfully, her juices helped to lubricate the way. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but she could not, would not stop. This was what she needed, this is what she wanted, and this is what she deserved. His thrusts were coming faster now. He leaned down by her ear and growled, “Beg, bitch, beg.”
And she did. She could not help herself. “Please…cum…please…cum…in…my…ass. I beg you…please…cum…in…my…ass! Please….please…cum….please…cum.” Soon her words ran together with her tears, her moans of pain, and her cries of pleasure until it sounded just like breathing. “Keep begging. Keep begging, you whore!”
And she did as his fingers gripped the flesh at her hips, pulling her hard against him. As his cock jack hammered into her ass again and again, stretching her wider than she had ever been. As her face, her body, pressed against the window gave testament to all of what she was, who she was. “Please…cum!”
And he did, shooting stream after jetting stream of his seed deep into her bowels, howling in triumph, head back, at filling her so savagely. Perhaps she thought she was using him but he was using her as well. He continued pummeling her ass until every drop of his seed was spilled.
Then, grabbing her by the hair as he slid from inside her, he turned her again and forced her to her knees at his feet, “Now clean me off, you cunt.” And she did, taking his cock inside her mouth and sucking him clean of his cum and her feces. She had cum as well, when he had. Her orgasm had not been quite as vocal but it was intense nonetheless.
Her pale cheeks flushed now from her exertions as he looked down at her, watching her work. When he was satisfied, he patted her cheek. “Good girl,” he praised her as he zipped up his pants and exited the compartment, sliding the door behind him with a hollow thud. Haasini slid the back of her hand over her mouth.
The taste of Rohit was pungent upon her tongue. But it was something she needed, something she had begun to obsess about. Even now with the echoing thud of the door sliding shut still ringing in her ears, she wanted him. She knew in her heart it was wrong. Wrong to let this man, this employee of her father, hired to protect her to use her in such a rude and vulgar way.
But she did. She loved it when he fucked her ass. She had come to depend upon it like an addiction. Every time she let him use her, she needed more. She did not understand the need inside her. She could not wrap her mind around the fact that for some reason she needed to have this man use and degrade her.
Everyone that knew her, her family, her friends, thought she was this prim and proper society girl. If only they could see her now, kneeling half dressed upon the train compartment floor, her ass having just been thoroughly fucked by her bodyguard. She stood and looked about the compartment.
It was a bit untidy after their fuck so she set to picking things up and putting them back the way they should be. Her eyes were drawn to the window and the passing countryside as the train made its way from Paris to Italy. Papa’s estate was outside Milan. Perhaps Haasini could spend some time shopping in that city while she was there.
At least then the entire trip would not be a waste. Haasini was on her way to Italy to visit her father, Hector Velasquez. It was not like her father at all to request her presence so she knew something serious must be about. This transient thought made her furrow her brow with concern as she continued to tidy up the compartment and herself.
But vanity came first with Haasini . She checked her reflection in the mirror hanging on the inside of the closet door of her private train compartment. Her navy suit was still tidy. She buttoned her blouse back up, concealing once more her lacy bra. She took out her lipstick and repainted her lips. Then she returned to her seat, lifting the nearly cold tea to her reddened lips.
The compartment door slid open again. This time, Rohan stepped within. “Madame, may I speak with you a moment?” he asked in that hesitant manner of his. “Of course,” she answered. It was a mere formality as he already had stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him. “Why, Madame, why do you allow my brother to do these things to you?”
It was obvious to Haasini that Rohan was upset. His face was flushed with anger and he was ringing his pale hands. “Why? Because I enjoy it, you idiot! Why do you ask me such stupid questions? Are you a man like your brother or just a child?” Tears welled up inside his eyes as he stood there before her. It was obvious her tone of voice had impacted him.
He was not nearly as masculine as Rohit. On occasion, Haasini had wondered if perhaps Rohan was a homosexual. That would not have bothered her as she believed each person must live there own life, follow their own path. But the distinctly different personalities of the two brothers threw her. Of course, there were many things different between her sister and herself but still.
Rohan was nearly the opposite of his domineering brother, Rohit. “Yes, I am a man, Madame,” he nearly stuttered on the words. “And as a man, I worship women. What my brother does to you is wrong. It is degrading and insulting to a woman such as you. I know you say you enjoy it, Madame, that so I speak out of turn. I know this.
But I also know that there are many men out there, Madame, that would appreciate it and treat you as you deserve.” A faint flush from his speech slid over Rohan dark, lined face. Haasini relented a bit of her hard exterior for a moment, seeing the passion from which Rohan spoke. “I know you may not approve but it is truly none of your concern.
But I do appreciate your concern, Rohan. I truly do. But, as you can see, I am fine. Perhaps you would care to sit here with me for a moment? I can offer you a cup of hot tea from the thermos.” Rohan dark eyes met hers with a look of shyness. “You are kind to offer, Madame, but I am an employee of your father. I do not know if our taking tea together would be proper.”
Haasini could not help but laugh, the lightness of it brightening her sky blue eyes. “But I am not proper, yes? When have I ever been proper, Rohan? I do not intend to begin today. So sit.” She patted the seat beside her with her free hand. “Let us enjoy a cup of tea like good traveling companions.”
Rohan nervously took the seat beside her, unable to meet her eyes as she poured him a cup of the heavily sweetened tea, made to satisfy the lady. It was too sweet for him and barely lukewarm but he would not insult the Madame by telling her this. Rather, he quietly drank it, uncomfortable as he was being treated, momentarily at least, as an equal by Madame.
He quickly drained the cup and handed it back to her as he rose to his feet. “I have had my say, Madame, and now if you will excuse me, I will return to my duties.” He bowed his head slightly towards her as he step backwards from the compartment, sliding the door shut once more behind him, leaving Haasini alone with nothing but her thoughts for company.
She smiled as she went over the events of the day so far in her mind. The embarking of the trip at the station, the lovely ass fuck from Rohit and the doting of his brother Rohan were all well and good but she needed something more to occupy her mind while the train hurtled over the iron tracks, speeding its way to Italy. She wondered what had caused her father to summon her so shortly.
It was not like him at all as he tended to be a great planner and always considerate of the movement of others. He had not bothered to ask if Haasini had had a previous engagement before he had ordered her to him. She supposed whatever it was must be rather urgent for her papa to have forgotten his well-learned manners.
It didn’t truly matter for she would find out soon enough but still her mind was a bit like gears, whirring on constantly over thoughts and ideas of why she had been summoned. She sipped her tea, which was now rather cold, as she watched the countryside pass her by outside the train compartment window.
Her thoughts turned to Rohit with a smile. He was an excellent lover. He did enjoy all forms of sexual pleasure but anal sex was a favorite of his. When she had first taken him as a lover, she did not have much experience in that particular form of pleasure but Rohit had been a great teacher.
He was a very strong and stubborn man, domineering and rather controlling but she enjoyed that about him. Being rich and powerful as she was, it was usually she who was throwing her weight around. It was nice to have someone tell her what to do for a change. They had begun their affair almost a year ago.
Rohit and Rohan had been her bodyguards for months at that point and during another one of her European jaunts, she had become bored and began to flirt with the ever patient Rohit. He would have none of it and quickly turned the tables upon her, taking the lead in the seduction. She was pleased to have such a strong man as a lover, even if it was only on occasion and in secret.
Most of the men her age and in her circle did not excite her in the least. They seemed to preoccupied either with making money or their looks or both. Haasini knew she was vain herself and she certainly did not want to be in a relationship with another person as vain as or vainer than her.
But soon her thoughts came to a halt as the train lurched to a stop so suddenly she was nearly thrown across her compartment. Before she could even straighten herself, the door was pushed open and Rohit dashed in. “Are you alright, Madame?” he asked, his gaze running over her. Her suit was disheveled; the skirt had worked its way up to her waist.
Her bare ass was displayed for all to see. “I’m fine. Help me up.” She ordered in her usual frosty voice. But instead of replying, he merely growled and hoisted her until she sprawled half on and half off the train seat. “What are you doing?” “Shut up!” he barked as he tore down her stockings, ripping them off her body as he undid his pants with the other.
“I’m tired of playing by your rules. My turn.” “Are you crazy?” She screamed as his meaty hand reached down and pressed the back of her head into the cushions of the seat. “Shut up!” he yelled again, pulling her head up long enough to shove something into her mouth, something made of fabric.
Effectively muffling her for now, his hands went to her slim hips and yanked them back and up until she was positioned with her ass high in the air. With that, he slammed his cock inside her cunt, fucking her with deep thrusts. She was dry and unready but he did not care. It was time she got what she deserved. She had used him for her pleasures so now he was using her for his.
She groaned into the gag as he took her hands behind her back, quickly binding her wrists together with the remnants of her stockings. Now unable to move, he could fuck her brains out without interference. And that is what he proceeded to do. His long thick cock was firmly ensconced inside her tight cunt.
He grunted with the sweet effort of it as he began to pound away inside her, pulling out only to shove it back in. Her muffled cries of pain and terror were music to his ears as he forced the woman who had tormented and treated him like her personal sex slave for months.
Now she would finally see who was in charge he thought as he fucked her hard and fast, not caring if she was in pain or not. The lousy bitch deserved whatever she got. His anger and disgust at how she had used him, having him at her beck and call, was all the incentive he needed to fuck her hard. His cock was his weapon as he pierced her body with it over and over.
She flailed helplessly in her misery, her bound arms useless, as he used her like the fucking whore she truly was. His balls were filled even after using her earlier. He had fantasized about this moment for weeks. And now it had finally arrived. He was raping the bitch like the dog in heat she was. He was slamming into her so hard he didn’t even notice when the train began to move again.
Not that that would stop him. He knew Rohan was off having a smoke and as it was his brother would not interfere. Rohit forced the bitch before him without pause, without hesitation and without mercy. His balls slapped against her nakedness, the sound ringing out, filling the train compartment as the months of desire finally overwhelmed him and he shot his load inside her cunt.
After he caught his breath and finished emptying the last of his sperm inside her, he pulled his cock out and spun her around, pushing her down until she sat upon the seat. He removed the gag and immediately she began to sputter. “I’ll have you fired for that, you pig! You forced me! My father will kill you!”
He covered his mouth quickly with his hand so no one else on the train car would hear her. “You will do nothing. You will say nothing. I have made sure of that.” It was then he tossed the photos onto her lap, laughing. He had had them taken over the course of their “affair”. Some he had taken himself. Some Rohan or one of her other employees had taken for him.
In all of them, it was obvious she was allowing him to use her and enjoying it immensely. “If you tell a soul, I send copies of these to the tabloids. You can keep these. I have the negatives and plenty of copies. I was thinking about giving a set to your father while we are there.” She picked them up and spread them in her hand like a deck of cards.
They were damning, that was for sure. In most, her face was visible and her passion was written upon it. It would be difficult for her to blame them when, no if, these photos became public. “Fuck you. You think you can blackmail me? Fine, what do you want, Rohit? Name your price.” He laughed, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. “I do not want your money.
I want you. Revenge is a dish best served cold after all. We have just begun my whore. Soon I will show and teach you ways to please me that you could never have imagined. Consider that. Some of it you may find very pleasing so don’t be too upset. I think you will suit my purposes very nicely. Paybacks are a bitch after all