The Horrible Rape of Diya Mirza

Profile - Diya Mirza Handrich or Dia Mirza , nicknamed Dee, (born 9 December 1981 in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India) is an Indian model and actress and Miss Asia Pacific for the year 2000.

Height

5' 6" (1.68 m)
She was also second runner up in the Miss India 2000 beauty contest.
When Diya Mirza awoke she noticed something was very wrong... Her limbs were aching and her head buzzing. She couldn't determine why it was so, she tried to move but could not. She was pinned spread-eagled on a bed , her arms and ankles tied to the bedposts. Still puzzled by this, Diya suddenly realized that something was missing- her CLOTHES.. She was spreadeagled on the bed stark naked.

Just then someone entered the room. It was Vishal her driver. Diya was absolutely aghast to know that she had been kidnapped by her driver.

"Hello my dear," he said nonchalantly. "I hope you slept well."
"Vishal!" she spat out with obvious venom. "What the hell is this? Where are my clothes? What's with the ropes?

Vishal had with him a camcorder he made some adjustments with it, keeping it focused on Diya's nude body.

"To answer your first question," he said without looking at her, "this is my little studio. And you are here because you will be shooting a little film with me."

"Like hell I will! Fuck you Vishal, let me out of here at once. Or else I will land you in jail forever." Diya screamed.

Vishal grinned and continued. "Fuck me?? Indeed you will darling. That's why i brought you here Diya."

"In your dreams" Diya said defiantly."stop this nonsense and let me free right away. And maybe I won't report you to the police"

Again, Vishal continued. " I know darling that you won't report me to the police. Cos if you do it will be so much publicity for you that your career will be over. Now if you cooperate with me here, this will be easier for us both." He looked up at her with a devilish grin and said "I just want to have a good time with you my dear!"

Diya's eyes went wide when she realized the implications of that statement. "You WOULDN'T DARE! No Vishal, don't rape me, please. I beg of you"

Vishal smiled as he turned his attention back to his camcorder. "Do you REALLY think that would stop me? Vishal hasn't done so much planning just to let go now. I want you Diya, I have been jerking off on you for five years, today is the time to fulfill my fantasies"

He reached over with a free hand and started feeling Diya's face. "Hmm.. well as I was saying, you will also learn to enjoy this Diya.."

He then caressed her hair, almost lovingly. "The camcorder is going to record all that we do here today. And if you say anything about this, this recording goes online, and your career goes bust Diya." He then drew his hand down to her breasts. "Hmm.. very nice work indeed.. are those real or implants Diya?"

"Real of course. " she said sobbing. "Vishal please don't do this to me"

Vishal slipped his hand underneath to her naked breasts. " You want this yourself baby. If not, your nipples wouldn't be getting hard by my touch. I can feel your breasts swell with anticipation as they are now under my touch.."

Sure enough, Diya's breasts WERE swelling and she could feel her nipples getting harder with the almost gentle caress of Vishal's hand. She grimaced, trying desperately hard to change herself or to even gain some semblance of control over her body again. She tried thinking that Vishal was afterall just her driver and she was a celebrity. But her body continued to betray her mind. She felt this ever more as Vishal moved his hand down past her belly, and down to her naked cunt.

"N-no," she said, almost pleading.

"You're wet down there. See? The body DOES betray the mind after all," Vishal said with a smile as he withdrew his roving hand and set up the camcorder on a nearby table. He plugged a cable into the back of the little television on the table - that would serve just fine as a monitor. He positioned the camera at the foot of the bed and cranked the tripod up high. On the monitor he could see that he shot was framed just right to capture all of the bed and especially Diya's exposed celebrity cunt. "You are mine, Diya. Body and soul. You will be mine!"

"No !!!" Diya said as she began to feel she was in her worst nightmare.

Vishal smiled. "We shall see.." Then he began to remove his pants.

"What are you DOING?" she demanded.

Vishal smiled as he pulled the pants down to past his hips. "I'm going to take you, Diya. Just like I said I would."

Diya's eyes went wide as she saw Vishal's chiseled, hairy physique, and then she saw his black HUGE cock as it started to grow and harden. It was clearly nine inches flaccid, but once it started growing it looked like it would be over a foot long!

'My god!' she said to herself.

Vishal grabbed hold of his huge member. "My friend here has been painfully lonely," he said with a smile. "He misses your sweet cunt, Diya!"

"Don't you DARE!" she screamed. "Don't you DARE do this!!" But her resistance was already waning.

" Come on Diya Darling." Vishal said as he leaped onto the table and stood in front of her. His now hard monstrous cock stood right in her face as he peered down to her chest. "I have been waiting a LONG time to do this."

With both hands he started kneading her breasts that were already hard.

"Oh god please Vishal.." she said as she began to sob. "I beg you.. PLEASE do-.."

She couldn't finish those words as Vishal shoved his hard cock into her open mouth. "That's more like it!" he said with satisfaction. "Just suck on that for a while. And no biting! "

Diya Mirza started to gag as the huge cock was forced into her mouth. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and she felt Vishal's hands on her breasts. Then she felt Vishal's hand reach down and his fingers thrust themselves into her wet pussy. She screamed as she was forced to suck on his cock. The vibrations from her mouth added to Vishal's pleasure.

Vishal looked down at her with a sinister smile. "Excellent! You DO know how to suck cock after all!"

Diya Mirza barely caught Vishal's statement. She was more interested in trying to breath while still sucking on his monstrous member. She was brought out of her concentration by a huge rush of sperm. Vishal came inside her mouth, making her gag with his semen, and spraying some of it out of her mouth.

Vishal pulled his cock out from her mouth. "Aw... you didn't swallow. Well you certainly are a mess, aren't you?" He pulled her cape off from underneath her body and used it as a rag to clean off her face and the table. "There, that's much better.."

Diya Mirza could only cough and fight to keep the bile that was building up inside her. She had never retched before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now!

"Now," Vishal said as he hoped back on the table, his cock already hard again,

Diya Mirza coughed as she began to realize what was going to happen. "No Vishal.. please.. not there.. not there!"

The tip of his cock touched her wet vagina. Pre-cum started to already ooze from it.

"No Vishal.." she begged. "Please.. no.."

Then it slid into her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! OH GOD IT'S SPLITTING ME OPEN!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vishal said with satisfaction as he began to inch his massive cock into her cunt. "YES! That feels SOOOOO good! This will be SOOO wonderful!"

She tried to shut everything out. Tried to shut out the world. Tried to shut out everything going on. But it wasn't possible. His cock was too big. The waves of pleasure and pain swept her too fast.

"UUUUNNNGGGHHH... Vishal... n-n-no... p-p-p-p-please! OHGOD!! It's UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!! It's too big... I can't ... I can't... UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The huge phallus was deep inside her. Deep inside her all-too-human- looking vagina and womb. Vishal said nothing, but the huge smile on his face was very uncharacteristic of the millionaire businessman who always fucked with a straight poker face. He began to pump his cock in and out of her, building a rhythm.

"NOOOO!!" Diya Mirza screamed. "NO! DON'T DO THIS!!! UUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!! OHGOD NO Vishal!!!! UUUNNNNGGGHHH!!! DON'T!!!" She could feel him start to climax. "Vishal NOOOOO!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!! DON'T CUM IN MEEEEE! OHGOD!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

But it was too late. Vishal winced. Then he shivered. Then convulsed as his cock sprayed his sperm deep inside her. Deep inside her body. It almost felt like a fire hose of sperm spraying into her.

Vishal got off the table and looked down at the prone body of Diya. Her blond hair was wet from the sweat of her forced sex. Cum began to ooze out of her swollen cunt.

The video camera had witnessed every moment of her humiliation. He pulled a couple of large dildos from the bag and lubed them up. Diya's eyes nearly popped out!

The largest dildo had a funny little tickler at the base, sticking out on one side. Vishal fiddled with the battery/control pack attached to it, and the dildo between to vibrate, squirm and twist. Vishal spread her lips wide and placed the bulbous tip of the huge vibrator between her lips; pushing slowly but unstoppably, he penetrated her vagina and forced the humming toy in up to the hilt.

With the dildo now fully embedded in her cunt, Vishal switched on the clit tickler, which sprang to life, neatly nestled against Diya's engorged red clitoris. She bucked like a horse and her greedy cunt lips grasped tightly as Vishal fucked her a few times with the powerful vibrator.

His other hand reached for the second vibrator and switched it on. Vishal positioned the throbbing tip against the opening to her bowels. "Going up!", he announced cheerfully and pushed hard to penetrate her asshole. Diya wriggled and protested; there was no escaping the thick tool that was slowly but surely violating her backdoor. When Vishal had it fully inserted, he turned the power on full and the throbbing tool began to vibrate and squirm. While the base of the vibrator stayed in place, the concertina'd shaft pumped in and out, automatically fucking her ass. Diya was moaning loudly now. Vishal said "Now Diya dear, we will do this once every week. And you don't want to go through all this trouble again, do you ?"

Diya shook her head violently. "Good, then you should cooperate next time onwards. So I won't have to rape you. Do you agree to cooperate Diya ?" Diya nodded hastily, bringing a smile on Vishal's face. As he moved forward to remove the vibrators from Diya's holes, he reminded her, "A word to anyone and this tape goes public"....