Unfortunate Events

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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Just after the lively wedding in Ahmedabad, I was set to travel next to Sikar, a small, quiet town in Rajasthan. I was bubbling with excitement, looking forward to meeting my family after a long, lonely year apart. What I didn't realize was that my luck was about to take a turn for the worse.

I planned to catch a flight to Jaipur, then continue to Sikar by road. I reached the airport early in the morning, dressed in a breezy long skirt and a comfy tank top, hoping to keep the summer heat at bay. As I walked into the airport, I was met with a piece of news that felt like a bucket of cold water on my excitement: my flight was canceled due to a technical fault. To add to the woes, there were no other flights available for the next two days due to the peak festival season.

In my mind, I could hear a little voice saying, "What a time for things to go wrong!"

Feeling lost and unsure, I wanted nothing more than to be with my parents. In my desperation, I took up a suggestion from a fellow traveler to rent a car and drive to Jaipur. I hurried to a nearby car rental agency, hoping for a silver lining. All they had left was an old car. It wasn't ideal, but in my situation, it was a lifesaver.

Then came another shock. They didn't accept card payments or online transfers. I found myself thinking, "Who in this day and age doesn't use digital payments?" But, with little choice left, I parted with all the emergency cash I had tucked away, leaving me with an empty wallet but a glimmer of hope.

Finally, I set off on my journey to Jaipur, not a penny left with me but glad that I would be with my family in a day. Little did I know, my troubles were far from over, and my trip was about to become a series of unfortunate events.

I'd been driving for about an hour when my car started to grumble and groan as if complaining about the journey. Suddenly, it just stopped, refusing to budge another inch. My heart sank as I stepped out, lifted the hood, and was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke. The engine had overheated, and there was no way it was going to take me any further.

I reached for my phone, hoping to call the rental agency, but my heart sank further when I realized there was no cell reception in this remote area. No cash, no phone signal -- I felt completely cut off from the world. In my frustration, I kicked the car's tire and slumped down by the side of the road, tears welling up in my eyes.

"No use crying over it, Mansi" I muttered to myself, brushing away the tears and dusting off my clothes. I stood up and started flagging down passing vehicles, hoping to hitch a ride to the nearest town. But despite my pleas, nobody stopped.

Just when I was beginning to lose hope, a large truck rumbled to a halt, and two men climbed out. I couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope returning.

The two men were opposite to each other. The driver, a burly man with a sun-weathered face, had a thick mustache that seemed to hide his expressions. He wore a faded plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up revealing muscular arms marked by years of labor

Beside him was a younger man, perhaps in his early twenties. He was lanky and had a lean look about him, like he was all skin and bones wore a simple white shirt and denim jeans, slightly stained from dust and grime.

The driver approached me, his broad frame casting a long shadow in the rising sun. His words were laced with a thick Bihari accent, as earthy and robust as the man himself. "Madam, what seems to be the issue?" he asked, his voice echoing the concern reflected in his dark, deep-set eyes.

I found myself pouring out my predicament, explaining the unfortunate events that had left me stranded in the middle of nowhere. His face softened as he heard my tale, and he offered a glimmer of hope. "We're heading towards Jaipur," he said, "we can give you a lift." His offer, though generous, brought a twinge of skepticism. I was alone, in an unknown territory, and the prospect of traveling with two strangers was intimidating.

"My name's Brijesh," he said, breaking through my thoughts. He gestured towards the younger man standing a few feet away. "And this here is Raju, my conductor." He then instructed Raju in a firm tone, "Fetch the lady's luggage."

As Raju dutifully moved towards my stranded car, Brijesh leaned in, his voice dropping a few decibels. "Madam," he began, the weight of his following words hanging in the air, "I will need some payment for this trip."

My heart pounded in my chest as I answered, "I don't have any cash on me right now, but I can pay you when we reach Jaipur."

He shook his head, his gaze drifting over me in a way that sent a shiver of unease down my spine. "I don't need money, madam ji," he said, his tone heavy with unsaid implications.

At 22 years of age, I stood five feet five inches. I was skinny from childhood and wore a pair of A cups till high school. In college, I blossomed and moved to a B cup and I gained some fat in the right places after puberty. I was now a head-turner. I was by no means fat but had weight right where it should have been. A nice rack was complimented by a slim waist with a hint of fat around the hip. A taut, round butt above a pair of nicely fleshed thighs completed me.

Feeling a rush of fear, I immediately retreated a step. "I can find another ride. You can leave," I managed to say, my voice firmer than I felt.

"No problem, madam ji," he replied nonchalantly, signaling to Raju to stop loading my luggage. As he turned to leave, he threw over his shoulder, "Just so you know, this highway isn't the safest. There are robbers around. We might be your only chance."

His warning hung in the air like a chilling fog, fear creeping into my heart. Against my better judgment, I found myself calling out to him. He stopped in his tracks, turned back, and with a smug smile on his face he responded, "Yes, madam ji?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I conceded, "I... I agree to your terms. But only you, no one else," I said, my voice barely audible.

"Don't worry, madam," he reassured me, a strange glint in his eyes that I chose to ignore.

With that, I climbed onto the truck, my heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. The truck roared to life, and we started our journey to Jaipur.

The Cabin of the truck was small and packed. The seats were old leather and looked like they had been used a lot. The dashboard was filled with switches and dials, and there was a small statue of Lord Ganesha for good luck.

At the back, a small space had been cleverly turned into a makeshift bed. It was just big enough for a single person, with a thin mattress and a couple of worn-out cushions. It wasn't much, but probably enough to offer these guys a rest during the trip I thought.

We had been on the road for a few hours, the harsh afternoon sun beating down on the truck. Suddenly, Brijesh pulled the truck off the main road and onto a service lane. He brought it to a halt, and I looked at him, my heart pounding with anticipation of what was to come.

"Madam Ji, I'm tired, why don't you help me relax." With a nod, he signaled to Raju, who quickly climbed out of the cabin, leaving the two of us alone.

Brijesh reclined in his seat, leaning back with his hands behind his head and his legs spread out. His actions left no doubt about his expectations. "Madam Ji, we don't have all day. Let's get started," he said, his tone casual.

Nervously, I reached out to him, my hands shaking. As I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear, his large, limp member came into view. It was dark and surrounded by a bush of coarse, black hair. A strong, unpleasant smell - a mix of urine and sweat - hit my nostrils, making me feel nauseous.

Gritting my teeth, I reached out and grasped his member in my hand, starting to move my hand slowly. I could feel it harden under my touch as I continued to stroke him, a reminder of the unpleasant task at hand.

Seeming to lose patience with my slow pace, Brijesh abruptly pushed my head toward his crotch. I had no choice but to take him in my mouth, the salty taste and the smell of pee flooding my senses. He didn't stop pushing until I had taken him completely, my nose brushing against his coarse pubic hair.

Brijesh let out a satisfied moan and encouraged me to continue. I focused on the task at hand, ignoring the discomfort as he grew to full size, filling my mouth.

"Madam Ji, where did you learn to do this?" he mumbled, his words making me cringe. As he spoke, his hands found their way under my skirt, coming in contact with my lacy red boyshorts panties. He gave my backside a few slaps, which drew a surprised yelp from me.

Ignoring the sting, I continued my efforts, my hand firmly gripping the base of his shaft while my mouth worked over the rest.

After what felt like an eternity, Brijesh finally seemed satisfied. He told me to move to the back of the cabin, where the small bed was. He climbed on top of me, his eyes looking at me intensely. In one quick move, he unzipped my skirt and pulled it off along with my panties, tossing them onto the front seat. My top was the next to go.

Suddenly, I was lying on the small bed in the back of the truck, wearing nothing but my bra. The reality of the situation hit me, making me feel dirty. But at the same time, there was a strange sense of excitement mixed in with fear.

His rough hands began to explore my body, moving over my skin. I looked down and saw his large member, wondering how it would feel when he entered me. Despite the fear, a part of me was curious about what would come.

Brijesh's hand slowly crept towards my chest, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra. With a quick flick, he undid the clasp, my breasts springing free from their lace confines. He let out a low whistle, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. "Nice," he murmured appreciatively.

His rough hand enclosed one of my breasts, causing an involuntary gasp to escape my lips as his thumb brushed over my nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch. "Ohhhh..." I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a smirk, repeating the action. "Mmm..." I let out, biting my lower lip. He rolled my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the pressure sending strange waves of feeling through my body.

His other hand joined the first, kneading my other breast. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this, madam ji," he said, his voice low and teasing. Despite my best efforts, a quiet moan slipped out as he continued his touch. I bit my lip, trying to suppress any further sounds.

Brijesh then bent his head down to my chest. He took my nipple in his mouth, his teeth gently biting down. "Ahhhh!" I cried out, the sound echoing in the small cabin of the truck. "Mmm, madam ji, you taste good," he murmured between licks and bites. Despite the fear and disgust, my body seemed to respond to his touch, betraying the turmoil in my mind.

With a final nip to my nipple, Brijesh began to trail kisses down my body, his lips leaving a heated path. As he moved lower, his lips reached my stomach. I felt my breath hitch in anticipation as he continued his journey downward. His thick mustache tickled my skin, sending shivers through me.

Finally, his mouth reached my core. His warm breath against my pussy made me squirm. His tongue traced a slow line along my folds, his thick mustache brushing against my clit. The unexpected pleasure made me gasp out loud. "Ahhhhh...," I moaned, my hands gripping the edges of the makeshift bed.

Brijesh chuckled at my reaction but didn't stop. His tongue continued to explore, licking and tasting me. As he lapped at me, his finger found its way to my entrance. He slipped a finger inside me, his movements slow and deliberate. I couldn't help but let out a long, low moan "Ohhh.. God" as he curled his finger, hitting a spot inside me that sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

He added another finger, stretching me further. His mustache continued to brush against my clit as he licked me, each brush sending another jolt of pleasure through me. Despite the circumstances, my body was responding, and waves of pleasure building up within me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape, but they came out anyway, "Brijesh...I...Oh," filling the cabin of the truck with the sounds of my reluctant pleasure.

Suddenly, he increased the pace of his fingers and his tongue, pushing me over the edge. My body tensed, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washing over me. I cried out, my voice shaking as I hit an earth-shattering climax. "Oh...Oh, Brijesh!" The pleasure was intense, sending my body into a series of spasms. It took a while for my body to calm down, my breath coming out in shallow gasps. Brijesh pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face, watching as I slowly regained my composure.

As I was trying to catch my breath, Brijesh moved back up my body. The rough texture of his mustache grazing against my skin sends a shiver through me. Then, I felt the hardness of his manhood pressing against my pussy. I gasped as he began rubbing himself against me, spreading my juices along his dick.

"Mmm...madam ji, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. His movements were slow and deliberate, teasing me. I could feel the hot, hard length of him against my sensitive skin, each brush of his member sending another surge of pleasure through me. "Brijesh...please," I found myself begging, my body craving more.

"Patience, madam ji," he teased, smirking at my plea. He continued to rub himself against me, each stroke coating his dick with my juices, the sensation pushing my arousal to new heights. I could feel myself growing wetter, the anticipation making me squirm beneath him. Each brush of his manhood against my clit sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me gasp out loud. "Ah...Brijesh!" My body was in overdrive, craving the fullness and intimacy of his touch.

His movements became slower, more torturous, as he continued to tease me. The feel of him, so close yet not close enough, was driving me crazy. The anticipation was building, my body aching for him. I bucked my hips against him, trying to get him where I needed him to be. But Brijesh just chuckled, enjoying my desperation, and continued his tantalizingly slow tease. The look in his eyes said it all, he wanted me to say it, he wanted me to beg him to fuck me.

Brijesh continued his teasing game until my body was writhing in need, my hips moving in a desperate attempt to get him where I wanted him. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and a soft moan escaped my mouth. "fuck me...". He smiled and looked at me "What Madam Ji, I didn't understand". He wanted to humiliate me, to claim me. I couldn't take it anymore and finally, all my defenses broke "Please fuck me, Brijesh...". He looked down at me finally getting what he wanted, he aligned his dick with my entrance, his eyes dark with desire. With a small smirk, he began to push into me. The initial feeling of his size entering me made me gasp, my body tensing up at the intrusion.

"Oh...Brijesh, you're so big," I gasped, my hands clutching the makeshift bed beneath me. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, his size stretching me more than I was used to.

Brijesh, seemingly enjoying my discomfort, showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, he increased his pace, his movements becoming more intense. The initial pain was gradually fading, replaced with a strange sense of pleasure. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before - a strange mix of discomfort and enjoyment that was somehow thrilling.

"Ah...Brijesh, it hurts," I whimpered, but my voice was laced with pleasure I couldn't deny. He responded with a low chuckle, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I know, madam ji. But you like it, don't you?" His words sent a shiver down my spine, his truth undeniable.

His hands held my hips in a firm grip, controlling our rhythm as he continued to thrust into me. His movements were confident, and assertive, driving me towards a pleasure I had never known before. Each thrust seemed to go deeper, touching places inside me that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. "Brijesh...yes," I found myself moaning, my hands clutching onto his broad shoulders.

As my body slowly adjusted to his size, the pain started to fade away. The pleasure was now taking over, my body responding to his in ways I had never imagined. My hips began to move in sync with his, matching his rhythm. I could feel an unfamiliar sensation building up within me, an intense pleasure that was pushing me toward the edge.

"Madam ji, you're so tight," Brijesh moaned, his breath hot against my skin. His words, his movements, they were all driving me crazy. "Ah...Brijesh...more," I moaned, surprising myself. I could feel another wave of pleasure building up within me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. Brijesh leaned over me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

As Brijesh reached his climax, our bodies were slick with sweat from the intense activity, our skin sticking together in the heat. The drops of sweat from his forehead fell onto my chest, trickling down between my breasts. I could feel the beads of sweat from his body merging with mine, a symbol of our shared exertion.

Brijesh leaned down to kiss me, his lips pressing against mine in a desperate, passionate kiss. As he moved, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto my cheek, sliding down to the corner of my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of it, mixing with the taste of our shared kiss. His thick mustache brushed against my skin, the roughness of it sending a shiver down my spine.

His hands, slick with sweat, moved down to my breasts, his fingers tracing circles around my nipples. The sensation of his rough hands on my sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure through me, increasing my arousal. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core. I moaned into his mouth, my hands grabbing onto his hair, pulling him closer.

In the heat of the moment, I found myself matching his passion, my tongue tangling with his as I kissed him back with equal fervor. "Brijesh...harder," I urged him, my voice a desperate whisper. His response was immediate, his thrusts becoming more intense, pushing me closer to the edge. The sensation of his body moving against mine, the sweat-slicked skin sliding together, was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and desire. It was a moment of shared passion, a moment that was both intense and intimate.

Brijesh's movements became even more frantic as he approached his climax. I could feel his body tensing up above me, his grip on my hips tightening. Then, with a deep, guttural groan, he pushed himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he released. I could feel warm ropes of his semen shooting inside me, filling me up.

His body collapsed onto mine, our sweaty skin sticking together. My arms wrapped around him, my nails digging into his back as I held him close. I felt his heart pounding against my chest, his ragged breath hot against my skin.

Exhausted and sated, he rolled off me, leaving me lying in a pool of our mixed sweat and cum. His arm draped over my waist, pulling me closer to him. As my body relaxed, I could still feel the lingering warmth of his release inside me, a vivid reminder of our intense encounter.

Sleep began to claim me, my eyelids growing heavy. As I drifted off, I could feel Brijesh's steady breathing against my neck, his body a comforting weight against mine. Exhausted, I surrendered to the pull of sleep, the sound of Brijesh's soft snores lulling me into a deep, peaceful slumber.