Illeana is one of the hottest actresses in Bollywood. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. She had to have it. How?

He’s been haunting her for months. He followed her around in his big black van with tinned windows, always with night binoculars at the ready. She watched her come and go from various sets, from restaurants and cafes, and also from her house and regular hotels. She took pictures of her and especially her beautiful face and her young throat. He put some photos in his van and his little apartment. She knew what she wanted to do with her and she knew she wanted it, even if she hadn’t met him yet.

One day he looks at her leaving the house to jog at her normal time, follows her in her dark van. He’s on the side of the road right in front of her. He sees him pull over, but he doesn’t think much. Get out of the vehicle and go to the back of the van and open the back doors. While she’s going through, she looks in her van and sees there’s nothing inside. He’s got a weird feeling from this guy, but he gets past him on his way.

While he is thinking about what just happened a strange thing, he is suddenly frightened approaching quickly to the footsteps of his back and before having time to react a male hand that wanders around his throat and to put a kind of cloth to his mouth and nose so that he can breathe only what allowed her to breathe, that is chloroform. He fought a little but quickly passed out. She took it and put it on her shoulder, looked around to make sure no one looked and put it on the back of her van. He locked the doors and locked them.

Take the young actress to her house in the woods - away from civilization. It’s dark outside and she’s unconscious. He doesn’t know where he’s going or who he’s bringing here. When he arrives at his house in the woods our ‘hero’ opens the rear doors of his van and takes the Indian actress in both arms and transports it, unconscious, up to the small flight of steps leading to the front door and in the unlocked house. He puts it on the ground once. Turn and lock the heavy door in mahogany with a key in three positions. He hid the key under a floor. Enter the library and take out a copy of Sherlock Holmes’s stories opening a door in the middle of the library. Go back to the actress and pull her up and take her to the library, down the winding stairs and in the dank, dark dungeon. The only light is a candle on the wall at the bottom of the stairs that had lit before leaving the house before that day.

Bring the actress to a frame built specifically for this day. He fixed it on the wooden frame. It is tall enough and strong enough to support its weight which, apparently, is not great. It is built in the shape of a Virtruvian man by Leonardo with his arms stretched at a right angle to the body and his legs outstretched as if standing but positioned slightly apart.

She is still unconscious while fixing a leg with a leather strap and then the other. His legs are scattered. He feels his lust growing in his brain and in his loins. He quickly fixes his arms with leather straps and puts his head in a specially built arm-head that supports his shoulders, then closes around his neck enough to be sure but free enough to allow breathing and some small movement, though not much. Its head itself has no support and is detached from the wooden frame leaning against a vertical ledge that connects to the floor with its long and luxurious black hair hanging down. Her beautiful face is head down and her mouth is open.

The man grabs a bucket of ice water and throws it on the face of the actresses bringing it up with a shock. She tries to jump up as she is awake, but of course she is unable because of the solid wood brace around her neck. It suffocates as it slams her throat in the wooden sickle surrounding her neck while trying to get up. She cries her arms and legs and realizes that she cannot move to everyone crying in terror. The man smiles. This was the day he’s been waiting for years. He was extremely horny looking at his beautiful cock in fear for his life. “Now, bitch,” sternly says. “You’re not going anywhere, at least not until I use you until I get bored,” he added.

He moved his eyes quickly and saw the man. He was there in darkness, he couldn’t even distinguish his features, but he was threatening and he was holding his big turgid dick in the left hand, caressing him to the attention. He was grinding evil while he was talking. He remembered that he was jogging when he was seized and obscured. He screamed again as he walked towards her by pumping his hard dick with his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so beautiful bitch,” he said, “but that scream must stop.” He approached his face and with his right hand he put a dirty cloth in his open mouth to caress. His cry was much more pleasant to the ears he decided. Still pumping his dick now erect the man left his face, around his left arm and back to his torso where he could no longer see it. She said nothing, but she reached with her right hand and bit her beautiful young tits while caressing her dick. He had a narrow spandex jogging shirt and he had to go so he ripped off with a huge idiot who sent a pain shot through his body due to the force of the idiot. His beautiful pink nipples were erect in the coolness of the dungeon and caressed them approximately with his right hand, pinching them and drawing them to attention. He squeezed them out and twisted them cruelly while he bit of pain. She slapped her boobs gently and then harder to make them red. He grabbed some springs and put it on each nipple causing her a little more pain. She laughed.

Then he grabbed his spandex shorts and ripped them off his body and took off his running shoes, his white socks, and then his panties. Everything went down. No tampons seemed. He hated menstruation. He played with the clitoris of the girl with his free hand while he detached. He pushed one, two, then three fingers into his tight pussy and fucked them in and out of his dry hole. But it wasn’t bad, and despite her fear, she got a little wet down there. Once she was sufficiently lubricated in her girl juice she pushed her whole hand into her tight pussy and shoved her fingers inside her pussy. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She had never had such a big object in her little pussy. His hand was covered in his fucking juice now as he pumped his fist into his pussy. He loved the warm feeling of his vagina around his hand and had a philosophical thought or two with his hand so enclosed in his fucking tunnel.

In the end, however, he got bored and pulled his hand wet from his vulva and put two of his fingers recently wet on his tight ass. He resisted at first as he pushed one and then another of his wet figures into his pretty shithole. He fucked his fingers in and out of his ass, expanding his fingers once they were in and bringing them back together once he brought them out. One of her favorite things to do was fold one of her fingers into her ass so she showed up in her vagina. Although it was fun and did it several times to the blind actresses. When he got bored of this he pulled his hand out of his asshole and walked back to his face, pulled the oily rag from his mouth and replaced it with his stinking fingers. She fucked her mouth with her fingers biting until she completely removed her butt fingers. He had a disgusting look on his face and puked a little while fucking her mouth with his shitty fingers. “You asshole” whispered when he was done with that. He smiled again and left his pants. His giant erection was coming straight out of his body as a flag. She slapped her face with her left hand so that she opened her eyes and wide mouth with surprise. He banged his hard dick right down the tight throat of the bitch. “Fuck you” said in a state of complete lust. He just gargled and made suffocating noise while pushing his dick in and out of his throat with rapid piston movements, seizing his hair and using them as dumbbells while he fucked his narrow throat little mercilessly. Wrong and suffocated as he did this, tears that form in the eyes, as puke poured out from his mouth around his dick as he piston-fucked his beautiful head.

He felt abused and humiliated. It was this man’s whore and slave. He owned her and could do what he liked. He felt a degradation and a total submission to this man.

He put a hand around the base of the skull of the whores and the other around the throat, right above the wooden visor that holds it in place. She slipped all the length of her dick in the tight throat of the bitch, like she was a pussy. He just came across and kept throwing up. She had not been able to breathe for the last 30 seconds or as her mouth was full of cock and saliva and vomit. His eyes rolled in the head and began to see stars beyond the tears that were well lit in his sad eyes.

The man treated little for his comfort, but much for his pleasure. She loved to fuck this bitch’s face, which is why she was made. He continued to slam his hole with his turgid penis while choking and vomiting. Seeing he was on the verge of death, but he pulled his dick out of his face with a plop sound that leaves saliva and vomit pouring from red lips and saliva-wet face. She slapped her hard and spit it out several times. “Take the bitch!” cried. She started breathing alone, but she felt horrible. She laughed at her and hit her again.

He got a stool so he could climb higher and put it right in front of his dazzling head. He put himself on the stool so that his knees were near his face and bent down stoving all the length of his erection deep into his skull through his beautiful face. He was kept standing by putting his hands on the tits and supporting the weight of his big body on the solid and hard piece of wood that surrounds his neck. He built this device well.

That gave him serious access to the whore’s throat because he didn’t have to reach this position. He’s messed up without pity in the whores’ skull from this top position while he cobbled his boobs. She was all out of vomiting and all she could muster out of her mouth were great saliva flows every time she pulled her big dick out of her face. She felt terrible; his throat and his mouth were painful beyond faith. But something seemed right. He realized at that time that he loved this man, this rapist, this shitty bastard. He belonged to him and wanted him to fuck her every night, if possible for the rest of his life. That’s exactly what happened.