9 comments/ 140883 views/ 23 favorites Paradise Turns Hell Ch. 01 By: cumwhore_lisa It was a freezing Monday morning, normal for a December day in Shimla - a small but famous hill station in India. The market street in this small town, which usually bustled with activity, bore a barren look, with very few people having braved the cold to open their shops. One of these few was a striking young woman, who was making her way to the only big hospital in the city - The White Hills Hospital. She reached the hospital and went straight to the elevator, and pressed for the 8th floor, Department of Internal Medicine. On exiting the Lift she made way for one of the many rooms on the floor and opened a door which bore the name plate -- "Dr. Lisa Anderson MD, Junior Lecturer, Dept. of Medicine." Yes, the woman was doctor. At 29 yrs, she was the youngest lecturer in this hospital. She had finished her med school in US and had impressed all her seniors. Her looks had also helped. She was a former cheerleader, and had earned her mother's best genes. At 5ft 8inches she often towered over her male colleagues, and her usual 4inch heels enhanced that effect. Her dressing sense was impeccable, she had a collection of clothes, which weren't exactly provocative, but complimented her figure and looks perfectly. She had 36CC breasts on top of a perfectly flat abdomen, which bore a piercing at her navel. To top it all (or rather bottom) she had a heart-shaped, toned ass which was a result of long hours at the gym. Her seniors often joked, saying she was the most beautiful woman to ever study medicine. In short, she was assured of a brilliant career. She did enjoy all the attention but, her attention was devoted to just one guy, her best friend's brother, Sameer Roy. Right after Lisa passed medical school, they had taken a step towards matrimony. They got engaged and moved in together. He was a 2nd generation Indian and had done his masters in climatology. He was the perfect guy Lisa could have hoped for. Like Lisa, he was the most popular guy in his college. Moreover, being the football captain definitely helped matters. Sameer had told Lisa of his desire to work in his home country for a few years to study the changing pattern in the Himalayan climate. They debated over a few north Indian cities and decided Shimla would be the safest bet even though it wasn't exactly close to the Himalayas. Sam wanted to be sure of Lisa's safety whenever he was away on his projects, and Kashmir, even though in the Himalayas, was not known for its safety. Lisa had applied for a job in THE WHITE HILLS HOSPITAL and owing to her brilliant resume; she had received a positive reply. It was 2 years since they moved to this city when the hot couple decided to get married. Lisa was the happiest she ever was in her entire life. The only thorn in her happiness was her Head of Department, Professor Dr. T. P. Shah. He did everything in his powers to make her life hell. From the day he had assumed that post in the hospital, Lisa had received a memo every month reminding her of her mistakes and criticizing her, accusing her, in a subtle way, of being incompetent. She had received another letter just a week back. She had spent the weekend crying on her pillow, as Sam was away on one of his treks. This Monday morning she was supposed to discuss an important project with the Professor, one that would earn the hospital some a few millions. And here she was already an hour late. She knew she was getting yet another memo. A few more of those and she wouldn't just find herself out of job but the poor letter of recommendations will make sure she stayed unemployed. She was jolted back to reality by the sound of her phone vibrating. She answered the call, "Hello," "Hey Lisa, its me, Jenny. Wassup?" Jenny was the Professor's assistant. Lisa liked her; she was her best friend in this city. She was glad to hear a friendly voice on what promised to be a gloomy day. "Hi Jen. What is it? I am already late for a meeting with that old-fuck-monster boss of yours. I am in dire need of some good news." "Well babe, in that case I am your knight in shining armor. The old-fuck-monster boss has called in sick today. He got a paralytic attack. Now wait there and don't start the celebrations yet. It is one of those reversible types, what do you guys call it?" "TIA, Transient Ischemic Attack? Such a pity! It would have been so much fun poking that bastard a few needles. Or better, would have loved to stick a probe in his rectum!" "Eww.. You dirty minded bitch! Anyways you are not off the gas yet. He called for you. He wants you to take the work to his house. I told him you were busy attending a couple of emergencies; bought you some time." "Fuck! I hate him so much. Thanks babe for saving my ass. I owe you one." "No problem Lis.. Just be careful. I don't trust him. The way he looks at you..." "Don't worry Jen. I have a syringe filled with Sulphuric acid. If he makes one move on me he'll find that syringe right up his ass!" "Haha... God! You are a danger. Anyways take care. I'll cya later." "Sure Jen. Bbye. Thanks." Lisa sat down, and finished the last works on the presentation. She had donned the white coat and had almost finished her ward rounds, when she heard some blasts. She dismissed it considering it a yet another Indian wedding procession. Minutes later, she got a page. There had been a blast, a bomb blast. It was not crackers that Lisa had heard. She rushed to the ER to find ambulance bringing in battered bodies. She immediately got to work and started attending to the injured. She called the Professor to inform him of the situation and to tell him that her presence was required in the hospital. In reply, the Professor shouted at her, "These things keep happening in this part of the country. There are other doctors to do the work. The project needs to be finished soon. The hospital will lose a lot of money otherwise. You better get here soon, or start packing your bags!" She could not believe this man. Yes, the project was important, but it could definitely be postponed by a day. There were people dying in front of her eyes. However, she was in no mood to argue with the senile fool. She thought she could finish off with the presentation soon and return to the hospital to help others. She skipped lunch and went to her house. She wanted to change before going to the Professor's house. Her clothes were stained with blood of a victim she had attended to. She decided to wear something Indian. She knew the Professor was narrow-minded. And since she was going to his house she thought it would be more appropriate to wear something traditional. The Professor was unmarried and Lisa had no intention of turning him on by wearing her figure hugging outfits. She wore a white saree (A saree is a strip of unstitched cloth, ranging from four to nine meters in length that is draped over the body in various styles. The most common style is for the saree to be wrapped around the waist, with one end then draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff.). The blouse was a little less subtle but she made sure her assets were covered properly with her saree. Her navel stayed exposed, which showed off her pretty diamond piercing. Sameer had gifted her the jewel on her last birthday. Oh, she missed him so much. Not just his presence, but even his physical touch. He had been away for 2 weeks now, and she was feeling extremely horny since the last 2 days. She checked her image in the mirror. Even in the saree she looked extremely hot! She topped the attire by sticking a traditional red bindi on her forehead. She picked her purse and laptop and made way to her car. The Professor stayed a few kilometers from the heart of the city in one of the many secluded areas. On reaching the address, she was stunned to see the house. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. She knew her senior was quite famous. Both for his intelligence and his corrupt nature. And when these two qualities combine, they are bound to make a person rich. She stopped at the gate waiting for a servant to open it. However, they opened on their own. She looked around to find a camera, and realized that the gate was operated electrically. She was surprised to find a house so technologically advanced in a small city; in a country like India. She was impressed, no doubt. She parked her Beatle next to four larger cars near the garden to her senior's house. She made her way to the front doors, walking as if in a trance, taking in all the surrounding scenery. Even the front doors were remote operated. She found it a little spooky. The fact that there were no servants was a little discomforting, but she relaxed a little on finding one soon. The man was tall, muscular, carried a long beard. He was young, not more than 22-23yrs, she thought. He led her to the Professor's bedroom where he was apparently resting. When she entered the room, she found the man working on his laptop. He did not raise his eyes, just ordered the servant to leave, and directed her with a wave of his hand to take a chair. God!! He was so rude. Lisa was tired of the insults thrown at her, but decided this was not the time to retaliate. She wanted to finish the presentation as soon as possible and get back to the hospital. Of course, she was oblivious to plans the Professor had for her in his mind. After about 15mins of silence, during which Lisa looked extremely uncomfortable and fidgety, the man shut his laptop and turned his attention to her. "Lisa I am extremely disappointed by your behavior. When I was your age, I used to obey my seniors commands as if they were words of god. Your generation has lost respect for seniors. I have tried enough to change your attitude. My efforts have been fruitless though. I guess you people will never change. Lisa you better get your act straight, else you will find your tight ass on the cold streets of this city very soon." Lisa was seething with anger. Never in her life had anyone spoken to her like this. She felt like kicking his balls and leaving the house right now. However, Sam was away for another fortnight. And she didn't want to create any problems when he was away. She managed to gain control over her anger and muttered an apology. The Professor grunted with dissatisfaction and muttered to himself, "Don't even know how to apologize. Someone needs to spank these sluts and instill some sense in them." The words did not fail to reach Lisa's ears. She was now shaking with anger. The laptop almost fell out of her hand as she took it out of her bag. She was so angry that beads of sweat had formed on her head in spite of the cold outside. Lisa kept the laptop on his bed so that he could have a better look at the screen. She pulled her chair close to the bed to make it easier for her to shift slides on the laptop without stretching out every few seconds. She then pulled her hands over her head to tie her long thick hair in a pony. While doing so her saree slipped over from her blouse to reveal her cleavage slightly. As Lisa adjusted the thin fabric back in its place, she caught the Professor staring at her assets. She ignored this small incident and quickly got back to her notes. She was flushed with shame and cursed herself for being so careless. Lisa was halfway through the presentation when the Professor directed her to stop. His face had turned read. Lisa thought she had made him mad again, by doing something wrong. But she soon realized it was something else. The Professor was choking. He was finding it difficult to speak. He told Lisa by his hand movements that he was about to vomit. Lisa took the stuff off his bed, and looked around for the washroom. She knew he would be weak because of last night's attack. She bent down, pulled his shoulders over hers and helped him to get up from the bed. She led him to the bathroom and after leaving him on the floor, she went for her bag. She had an ampoule of an anti-emetic (drugs that stop vomiting) in her bag. She was filling a syringe when a strong blow on her back threw her to the ground. Lisa was numb for one second and in the next, she felt a needle being stabbed in her arm. She screamed in pain and tried to kick at her attacker. She was flipped around on her back like a doll when she saw her attacker was the Professor himself. He had obviously feigned the attack and Lisa had walked in the trap. All these in a few seconds, after which she started feeling light headed. She screamed at him, "What drug did you give me bastard? Asshole! What did you give me?!" The Professor simply raised the bottle to her eyes, which read -- "Rocuronium." Lisa knew what it was. It was a neuromuscular blocker - a drug given to paralyze the muscles of a patient temporarily, usually given before surgery. She was shocked. What did he want to do with her? Why did he want her paralyzed? Her body soon stopped struggling and Lisa lay on the ground like a dead body unable to move. Unable to talk. Her body felt like lead. Every neuron in her brain ordered her hands to move but the only movement that took place was the flickering of fingers. The Professor got up from the young doctors body and started cleaning the mess. All the while throwing abuses at his hot junior lying on the floor, "You American sluts! You drive us crazy by dressing in those tight blouses and short skirts. And your attitude! You treat us like dirt. Even though we are more intelligent and deserve more respect. Today you will pray, you will regret your actions. I will teach you. I will teach you a lesson." He untied her hair, put his hands in the hair and pulled her. Lisa's brain screamed in pain but the only sounds that came out of her were a few grunts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was dragged in the next room, which was dark and extremely cold. The heater in this room was off. The drug's action lasted only for a short duration and Lisa hoped she would recover soon; but as soon as the lights were turned on, she knew she was in for a ride to hell. She saw two chains hanging from the ceiling with handcuffs at their free ends. She knew those cuffs would be around her wrists in a matter of few minutes. She also saw an infusion set which was kept ready right next to the chains. Lisa's eyes tried to scan everything in the room, whatever was there in her field of vision. She saw a whiplash, a few bamboo sticks, and a few other instruments, which she could not identify. The Professor lifted the young doctor on her feet and brought her under the chains. He cuffed her wrists one after the other and pressed a button, which raised the chains and Lisa's feet above the ground. Lisa was now hanging on her wrists, her feet in air, and her entire weight supported on those tiny delicate wrists. Her saree had fallen from her shoulder and stayed wrapped around her thighs. Her flimsy blouse, which showed off her ample cleavage stayed exposed to the cold air and to the cruel eyes of the Professor. The Professor cut the blouse with a pair of scissors to reveal a sexy semi-transparent bra. Lisa regretted wearing it on this fateful day. She had picked the first underwear that came to her hands and hat put them on. The Professor removed her saree and the petticoat under it to reveal a white lace panty, which was wet. No Lisa wasn't turned on. It was wet with her sweat. She was sweating profusely in spite of the extreme cold. The Professor threw her clothes in a corner and went to the desk to get some instruments. He got a few clips. He attached two of them to her nipples from outside the bra and three clips on her panty. Two of them were on her vertical lips and the last one on her clitoris. Lisa was mortified. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Men were dying on the street; and a senior doctor, HER senior doctor was abusing her sexually. The Professor had obviously been planning this night since a long time. Lisa had not noticed any change in the way he had behaved with her. He was always the same. Cruel, harsh and a pain in the ass. The effect of the drug was waning, but it was of no use now as she hung in mid-air, bound by two very strong restraints. Her voice was coming back. She started throwing abuses at him, but her voice was feeble "You old pervert. Let me go bastard. I will kill you. My fiancée will kill you." The abusing soon turned to pleading, "Sir please, please let me go. I will do anything you ask me to do sir. Please sir." She was crying uncontrollably. The Professor turned to her and smiled. "See that is what I meant by teaching a lesson. Good. I might let you go early. But even that is going to take some time baby," he laughed maniacally. The old man had lost his senses. Lisa was going mad with fear. Never in her wildest dreams, had she imagined to find herself in such a predicament. The clips were starting to cause pain now. Also, strength was coming back to her muscles. She started swinging on her restraints and aimed a kick at her tormentor, but the blow was very feeble. The Professor laughed even louder. He got another syringe and injected her with a little more of the drug. When she stopped struggling, he tied two heavy iron blocks to each of her ankles. He then attached a small chain to Lisa's belly button. He got a small stone, which wasn't exactly heavy, but it felt like 10kgs to Lisa when it was attached to the chain from her belly button. He then got a bucket of water and poured the freezing cold water on her. Lisa started shivering violently. Her entire body was screaming in pain, the cold water attacking every centimeter of her perfect body. The cold water ensured that her nipples finally reacted to the stimulation brought by the clips. To add to her misery, the Professor switched on a cooler, the thermometer next to it read -- 2-degree Celsius. Just a few hours back Lisa was the happiest girl on the planet - a beautiful bride-to-be, a sincere doctor who loved treating her patients, a conservative respected woman. And just a few hours later, she found herself at the mercy of an of an old maniac, almost naked, in a position which was much more than vulnerable. The Professor said, "Dear, I have to leave now. I have guests coming over. Need to make some preparations for their hospitality," he informed her. An evil smirk painted on his face. Lisa knew what he was suggesting. He winked at her before he left the room scaring her even more. The door shut behind him, leaving the hot medico alone, wet, shivering, naked, and in pain. Lisa had lost consciousness. She woke up suddenly to the sound of keys turning in the door and braced herself for what was to come. Her entire body was numb because of the cold. She had seen the temperature drop slowly but constantly. She had lost her senses when the meter showed a temperature of -- 15-degree Celsius. She was in an advanced stage of hypothermia. When the door opened, she saw the servant carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a few biscuits. He kept the tray on the table and turned the cooler off. He switched on the heater. The temperature started rising soon and Lisa started shivering again as her body recovered from the cold. The doctor in her told her that she was in a great risk of suffering from arrhythmia, and prayed to god. She was soon feeling better, when she suddenly realized the presence of the man in the room. She started screaming again as he brought the glass of milk to her lips. He requested her, "Listen, drink this quietly. If my master hears you, he will come and force it down your throat. I have been ordered to beat you with whips in case you don't agree. So you better drink it quietly." Lisa nodded in agreement and took a few gulps of the warm liquid. She had forgotten how hungry she was. She had skipped lunch to finish her meeting with the Professor quickly, which she now realized was not getting over any time soon. She almost felt grateful to the young servant. She thanked him and begged him to free her. Paradise Turns Hell Ch. 01 "Sorry ma'am I can't do that. I have a sister. If I don't obey my masters wishes, she would be here in your place. I am really sorry but I have to do the job that has been given to me." He then proceeded to remove the clips from her bra-clad nipples and panty covered pussy lips. He cut the remaining clothing with scissors. Lisa did not resist. She knew there was no use of fighting this man. The clips were back in place, this time in direct contact with the skin. She tried making small talk with him. She wanted to win his confidence. He was her only hope of getting out of here. "What is your name?" she asked. He looked at her suspiciously but answered, "Abdul." "How old are you, Abdul?" "22yrs." "Oh you are so young! You don't study Abdul?" she added sweetly. "Why are you talking to me? If my boss sees us, he will kill us both. And yes, I study. He pays for it," he finished, visibly upset. He was scared of the Professor. Lisa sensed his fear. "I am sorry. Just felt you didn't belong here. How come you landed here?" "See miss, I don't know about you, but I don't want to end up dead. That is the last question I will answer. My father served the Professor all his life and when he died, the Professor took me in. He took care of my education and he is my only hope for a better future," he explained. "He is using you too, Abdul. When you have played your part, he will get rid of you too. And rest assured sooner or later your sister will be hanging here. That is if you don't do anything about it now. Abdul you don't belong here. Please help me. I will help you. You don't belong here. You are a much better person," she pleaded. Lisa's words had some impact. She could see the wrinkles on his forehead. But this time he didn't answer. He shook his head and made to leave the room. Lisa looked dejected. "Just answer one more question, please," she asked him as he was about to close the door, "What lies in store for me? How long will I be kept here?" He hesitated for a second, then said, "Ma'am I may get killed for telling you. My boss has some very powerful friends. He provides entertainment to the various terrorists in this state and you are not the first girl to come here. My advice is to play along and once you are out of this ordeal flee this city, if possible this country. If I am not wrong they are the same men who were responsible for today's blast." His words stunned her. She was scared; the Professor -- a member of a terror organization. It was impossible. He was a tyrant, but he was a doctor. He had taken the Hippocratic Oath. To protect all men. A senior doctor in a reputed hospital was a terrorist. She could not believe it. She did not know how she was going to escape this place without becoming a piece of meat to these men. She definitely was not going to agree to their demands, even if she lost her life in the process. She was determined to be loyal to her fiancée. Her attempt at winning the servant's confidence had failed miserably. She was running out of ideas. A few minutes later, the servant reappeared, this time with a few photographs. He kept them on the floor and released her from the handcuffs. He lowered her gently to the floor. Lisa rubbed her wrists violently to restore some circulation in her hands. They were numb from bearing her weight and the cold. She thought she was going to be freed! Perhaps the sick pervert had had his pleasure. She almost laughed when her dream bubble suddenly burst. The servant got another pair of handcuffs, which were attached to the wall behind her with two short chains and locked them around her wrists. This ensured that Lisa was still bound but at least her hands didn't have to bear her weight. She did not resist the servant. She knew he was doing his job, and resisting him would only bring her pain. Once bound, Lisa had her back touching the cold wall and her ass on the punishingly cold hard floor. The servant laid the photographs on her lap so that she could see them properly. The first one was that of an ice-covered peak, it looked familiar though. The second was a mountain base with a few tents. The next was a cropped image of the previous one, focusing on one tent, the outside of which bore the initials 'SR'. Lisa froze. She knew whose tent this was and even before she saw the next picture, she knew what she was going to see. It was a photograph of her fiancée drilling a hole in the ice to collect some samples. The photo had been taken from the viewfinder of a rifle. She knew what the purpose of these pictures was. She now started crying in earnest. She started flinging her arms violently, screaming her throat raw. Had the bounds not been in place, the servant would have been in mortal danger. They were going to blackmail her. They were using the love of her life as bait. She would do anything for her love, the old man knew that. And he had played his cards perfectly. After struggling for about 10mins, Lisa finally gave up. Her body kept jerking from the uncontrollable sobs. The servant patted her head and muttered an apology, "I am really sorry sister. I wish I could do something." Lisa did not reply, but kept crying. He continued, "Lisa, I have to follow his orders. I have to get u 'ready' for them. Please forgive me for what I am about to do. I have to make u realize just how strong they are, and how inconsequential you are to them." Her eyes shot up in fear. She almost knew what was going to come. The first whip struck her on her beautiful mounds. It wasn't struck hard, but it did make a loud noise. She heard the Professor yell, "Abdul, I don't want to hear the whips. I want to hear her screams. You better do well or you will be sitting be next to her." Lisa could almost see the pain on the servant's face. She understood his plight and said, "It is ok. Do your job. I will manage. I want to feel the pain. What is about to happen to me tonight will be more painful than the physical pain you will inflict on me. At least save your ass." He nodded and started showering the blows on her. They were much stronger than the first one, and after the first few, she started begging him to stop. But he didn't. He kept beating her, each blow harder than the previous one. She was 'whipped' on all parts, from her breasts to her tummy to the inner thighs. Every whip stung like a hundred needles but surprisingly, they did not leave a mark. The skin grew red but Lisa knew it would go away in a matter of minutes once the blows stopped. A sudden howl of pain escaped her lips when a hard blow was directed at her pussy lips. She looked at him, her eyes wet, pleading him to stop. But he continued attacking her. The first blow on her pussy was followed by 15 others, and the stinging that it caused persisted even after he had stopped. He was tired, but looked satisfied. His master had not yelled from the other room, which meant he had done his job well. He laid the whip on the table and got a shiny cock shaped vibrator. He looked down at the hot doctor with pity. Her eyes were shut. He thought she looked extremely beautiful. He had never seen a beauty like her in all his years and regretted the fact that a girl so innocent and intelligent had to endure this torture. He was turned on; no doubt, Lisa was so hot she would have that effect on the best of saints. And this guy was just a mere mortal. But he was raised with some values. One of them was to respect the women. And here he was violating the teachings of his elders. He hated his job. But what could he possibly do. He was doing this to save his sister. Lisa was panting from the numerous blows she had just received. She just laid there, her body shaking, thanking god that the man had finally stopped. Her eyes shot open suddenly, when she felt an intrusion at her most private parts. She saw the servant was trying to insert a vibrator in her shaven pussy. She tried resisting him this time. This couldn't be happening. She thrashed her limbs violently, but her struggle was futile. The vibrator wasn't big and her pussy was surprisingly wet. It entered her easily. The blows to her pussy had their effect; her body had reacted to them. She looked down to find her nipples rock hard. She was mortified. How could she be turned on! The realization shot through her brain like a cold knife. She felt destroyed. Not physically, but mentally. And when this was not enough, another sensation raked through her body. The servant had switched on the vibrator. She looked at him, her eyes begging him to let her go. She was surprised to find tears in his eyes. He looked away and got up to leave the room. Just before closing, the door he said, "That thing is battery operated. It will last for about an hour. He wants you to be 'ready'. I am so so sorry." He almost looked as if his own sister was bound to the floor. He lowered his voice and continued, "And I promise you. I will find a way to get you out of here. But it will take time." He shut the door behind him; leaving the young doctor to her suffering, the machine sending waves of electricity through her helpless body. Lisa felt a sense of gratitude towards the servant. At least someone in this hellhole felt for her. Meanwhile her body was reacting to the sensations generated in her love hole. The vibrator was too small and too slow to bring her to an orgasm. She understood, it wasn't meant to bring her pleasure. It was meant to 'prime' her. It was meant to awaken the carnal creature inside her. One, which would beg to be fucked. But she promised herself, she wasn't going to make it easy for them. She was going to resist the feeling as long as she could. Her resolve did not last for more than 20 minutes. She had subconsciously started moving her hips, in a futile attempt to fuck the vibrator back. She did not realize that the door had opened and the Professor was watching her in 'action'. She caught her movements suddenly when she heard him laugh. She was flushed with shame, her eyes looking away from him. She started screaming at him, again, "You mother fucker. How can you do this? You are a bloody doctor. You are supposed to care for people's sufferings, how can you be so heartless? You will go to hell, asshole. Let me go!" Lisa knew very well that she wasn't going to be freed, but she was angry and she wanted to make the old man angry. She was glad to see the smile fade from his face, which was replaced by a maniacal look. His face was red and he was seething with anger. It scared her. She almost regretted opening her mouth. He lunged at her and held her throat with both his hands throttling her. Lisa fought for air. Her windpipe was compressed. Her eyes welled up with tears. She was seeing black, as her brain became hypoxic. She almost welcomed the feeling of nothingness. Just then, the Professor loosened his grip. He sat down on her lap facing her, his face offensively close to hers. He went close to her ears and said, "Bitch! I can kill you in a minute and on one will ever find your body. I can kill your husband. No one will ever link the murder to me. I can wipe your family's existence off this planet with one phone call. Don't be stupid. My guests have arrived. I will send Abdul with some clothes. You better get dressed and act their host for the evening. They are very important to me. If you disappoint them in any way, I assure you this will be the last night for you and your to-be-husband." He leaned into her and roughly kissed her open mouth. She did not resist. She was too weak and too scared to annoy him. He got off her and shut the door behind him. Abdul, the servant, was back in a few minutes. He carried a small bag, which apparently contained clothes. He freed Lisa off her restraints and removed the fake cock from her soaking pussy. Lisa just let him take the lead and followed him meekly. She was in a daze. He made her stand and supported her as she was swaying on her feet. He took her to the washroom and led her in the tub. He scrubbed her body hard with soap and exquisite perfumes. After a few minutes, Lisa was back in the room. Her eyes were blank, staring into nothingness. She felt Abdul raise her hands. He was helping her wear a blouse. It was a golden sleeveless silk blouse, with a plunging neckline. There was no bra. There was no need, she thought. She knew she was going to end up naked again. Soon. He buttoned the blouse behind her. He went down on her to lift her legs. He was trying to get her to step into what looked like golden pajamas, and when she had worn them she realized it was something that Arabic belly dancers wore. She had seen it in some movie. Only, it didn't do much to cover her skin. The lower 5/6ths of her pants were made of net, doing nothing to hide her legs. Only the upper part was made of silk and it barely covered her ass-cheeks. The servant tied her hair behind her head in a long ponytail. He got a small chain with half a dozen small bells at its end and attached it to her belly button. They tinkled with every movement that she made. He led her to the mirror in the room. She marveled at the sight. She didn't remember when she had looked so sexy, so sensual. She bent down a little and saw the whole of her breasts through the neckline of the blouse. They threatened to spill out any moment. She turned around to check her behind. The blouse was almost backless. It was held together by a very thin strip of silk. When she bent a little she could see the the crack of her ass through the see-through material. She was virtually naked. She looked more of a sex object than a waitress. Yet this fact didn't disturb her much. The servant noticed her actions and failed to comprehend the change in her. He finished his job by tying a semitransparent scarf around the lower half of her face. It added a new mystery to her personality. He handed her the tray laden with tall glasses of beer and was glad to see that she held it steady. He led Lisa to the living room where many men were talking loudly. She could hear parts of their conversation. "We did good today, thanks to you Professor. But we'll need your help again. Our next target is Agra, and we will need some men there. Can you...." he fell silent. Lisa had just entered the room with the tray. The man who had been talking stood paralyzed for a second, his mouth wide open. Lisa looked at him without any expression. She went to him first because she thought he was the leader. The man just kept looking at her, his eyes devouring every inch of her angelic body. His eyes reached her breasts and stayed there for a few seconds. Lisa just stood still, her control weakening. She was finding it very difficult to stand there. She almost jumped when she heard the Professor talk, "Dear friend, take your drink. Lisa here is present to provide all of us, our much-needed entertainment. She is your trophy today. A prize for your success." Lisa was trying hard to shut out all the insults that were going to be thrown at her. She reminded her she was doing this for her husband. For his safety. The man reached out for a glass and once he had taken his, Lisa started walking towards the remaining men. But before she had taken a step she felt a rough hand on her right ass-cheek. It was a hard slap, one that caused her to moan in pain. The tray shook on her hand and fortunately, she managed to steady it. The other men laughed and encouraged their leader. Lisa distributed the drinks to the remaining men in the room; there were four more excluding the Professor and the leader. She received similar treatment from all of them. The last man, well he was actually a boy, he went a step ahead and felt her breasts. His hands were small, but their actions were vulgar. Her breasts spilled out of their confines, causing the crowd to whistle loudly. They stood firm on her body, her nipples pointing the sky. One of them said, "He has finally grown up," pointing to the tent in the young man's trousers. "He has reached new heights. He just scaled 2 new mountains!" said the other. There was more jeering. Blood had rushed up to her cheeks and she was almost on the verge of breaking down again. She took a step behind and walked away from the crowd. She put her mounds back in their restrains and waited in a corner. She took in what she saw. The five men were tall, well built. Three of them were even handsome. They didn't look like terrorists at all, she thought. Then as they say, there is no face to terrorism. The leader was huge. He sported a long beard and must have weighed more than 300 pounds. She saw a few rifles lying next to the couch; the sight sent another shiver down her spine. She had never seen an actual firearm. And the mere sight of them made her realize how dangerous these men really were. "Lisa, Lisa come here," it was the Professor. All the men had their eyes on her. They had obviously been discussing her. She walked slowly to where the Professor sat and stood next to his chair, her eyes downcast, hands folded in front of her, her cheeks red. She almost looked virginal. "Friends, this is Dr. Lisa Anderson. She works in my hospital. She is not some regular prostitute whom I have paid a few thousands to please you. She is the most intelligent girl I have ever met. And a proud one at that. But I have tamed her. I have trained her. She is primed to pleasure you. She is the prettiest piece of meat that you will find in this country. From what I know, she has never had sex with anyone other than her fiancée. And now she belongs to you." Lisa's self-esteem had taken another deep plunge. It was at an all time low. She was a famous doctor; an educated girl from a conservative family. This monster had made a prostitute out of her, a whore to mass murderers. She felt alarm bells ringing in her head. She knew what was coming. "Abdul please switch on the music. And Lisa dear, walk to the centre of the room. The men want to see you dance. Show us what you have got," he ordered. "Be good now, remember our conversation upstairs," reminded the Professor, unnecessarily. Lisa walked to the centre of the room slowly. The bells on her belly button tinkled with each step she took. Her limbs felt like lead. She felt the 6 pair of eyes in the room follow her, like hot spotlights burning her body. The men feasted on the sight of her tight ass and toned muscular legs. The music was soft, with slow beats. Lisa thought it was Arabic. She slowly started moving her body, her back facing the crowd. She stuck out her ass and started shaking it, first slowly, gradually increasing the speed. Her actions were appreciated in form of loud laughter and more lewd comments. She slowly turned around. She saw that all the men had lost their shirts. There were so hairy, the thought crossing her mind inexplicably. She started gyrating to the beats and made such sensual movements with her body that the jeering had stopped. They were soon replaced by 'ooohhs' and 'ahhs'. Lisa had been a cheerleader. She knew the art of provocative dancing. She began shaking her breasts and held them together in front of them. Her hands looked tiny on the massive mountains. She turned around again and continued dancing. Dancing relaxed her. It always had. Suddenly she felt too strong hands on her arms, which pulled her body backwards. Someone was trying to hug her tightly. She turned her head to see, it was the leader. She screamed like a kid put in a dark room, and stopped dancing. But the man held her tightly. She could feel his hard cock push through the flimsy material, into her crack. He turned her around and hugged her tightly, crushing her breasts on his hairy chest. Lisa stood stock still, hands by the side of her body. Her face pressed into the fat chest of the big man. He smelled of stale sweat. Lisa tried to nose her nose away, but her attempts useless. The man was much more powerful. Lisa's feet were now off the ground as she felt his huge monster cock press her pubic bone. Her body moved with his, she was scared beyond wits now. The man had pushed his right hand through the top of her pajamas. He felt the soft skin of her ass, on the tight muscles and marveled at his luck. He had never met such an athletic woman. So firm, yet so soft. Muscular, yet so feminine. Lisa screamed again, when she felt his finger probe her asshole. She bit him hard on the chest. The man howled in pain and threw her down on the floor, hard. He was on top of her again, but this time he was mad at her. He tore her scarf to see the best face he had ever seen, but that didn't stop him. The scarf was followed by the blouse. He roughly pinched her nipples hard and tugged at them like a mad man. Lisa cried in pain, Paradise Turns Hell Ch. 01 "Aaaaaaawww," "HooooooooooooooAAAAAAAAWW," "Please. Please stop. I am sorry." But he did not stop. He wanted to teach this slut a lesson. He started showering hard slaps on her face, on both cheeks one after the other. Not giving her time to even scream. When he stopped, her face was a shade of bright red and she had almost lost consciousness. The men in the room looked in awe, astounded by this display of brute force by their master on this beautiful woman. The man got up from her, and took a few deep breaths. Lisa stayed still. She had stopped moving. The man bent down and lifted the young doctor from the floor. He took her to the couch and threw her on it. He virtually tore the pajamas off her, a part of it still around her waist. But her privacy exposed to the crowd. He then removed his trousers and underwear in one go and made the young doctor sit with her head supported on the headrest. His member was huge. It must have been at least 9 inches and it was only partially erect. He climbed on the couch resting one leg on the armrest, the other on the couch next to her naked thigh. He pointed his cock at her face and ordered her to open her mouth. When she did not obey, he rained half a dozen slaps on her again. Lisa's mouth fell open and the man pushed in, in one rapid motion. His cock head touched the back of her throat causing Lisa to gag. She opened her eyes to see that the man's wood had completely disappeared in the depths of her oral cavity. This was her first cock other than her fiancée's in almost a decade. Tears welled up in her eyes as the man continued to push in. Lisa's nose was now squished against his pubic bone and she was finding it very difficult to breathe. She could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of the huge organ in her mouth and felt it grow even bigger, suffocating her even more. Her face was now red due to lack of oxygen. She was struggling to breathe. This man was actually killing her with his cock! The leader sensed her struggle and withdrew half of his length from her mouth. Lisa gasped. She took in long deep breaths, as some life rushed back to her air deprived brain. "Will you now do what I ask you to do, bitch?" the Leader's voiced echoed in the silent room. He had just proved to his men, the power he commanded on not just the weapons, but women too. Lisa gave him a positive reply by sucking in her cheeks and applying a strong suction on his organ. Her move was appreciated by a gentle pat on her head. "Good girl. Yeah that's the way," he might well have been training a dog. He put his hands in the young doctors hair and started fucking her face with long thirsts, almost removing his cock from her mouth, just to push it back in at the last moment. Lisa gagged on his cock quite a few times, he was bigger than her fiancée and she had thought he was big. She had starting bobbing her head on his cock actively, trying to keep up with his thrusts. She wanted to make him cum quickly. She wanted to avoid taking him in her love hole. She kept applying strong suction on his hard rock and raised her hands to cup his hairy balls. The leader swelled with pride. He praised her skills, arousing the crowd even more, making them hungry for action. Lisa knew she was good with her mouth. Sameer had always loved it when she went down on her knees. Whenever Lisa wanted something from him, she just had to "go down". The leader looked around the room and saw that the men had lost their clothes. He shouted, "Wait you girls. You have to experience this piece of flesh here. She is the best you will ever have. Professor, you have exceeded yourself this time. This slut is priceless." Even the Professor was sporting a hard on. The Professor was old and diabetic. He had problems getting 'hard' even with the help of drugs. But the scene that was unfolding in front of his eyes was the hottest he had ever witnessed. He had always lusted on his juniors body, had hoped he was young enough to take her. He was surprised to see her oral skills. His own thoughts were echoed in what the leader had just told him. Tonight he was going to take this young woman. He was brought back by loud grunts from the man fucking Lisa's face. He came in the doctor's mouth with a huge roar. Lisa felt the hot liquid coat the insides of her mouth. It spilled out of her mouth, as she did not want to swallow the dirty liquid. The man removed his cock from the girl's mouth and continued stroking it. Hot liquid kept gushing out of the orifice and landing on Lisa's face and upper body. Lisa spat the remaining juice from her mouth, regretting her action the next second. She felt a tight slap on her back as the man pushed her on the floor; towards the puddle of cum she had created. "Lick it clean, whore! Lick it all. Clean your face and tits too." Lisa opened her mouth reluctantly and licked the liquid from the floor. More insults, more embarrassment. An image of a street dog licking water from the street ran through her brain, as tears welled up again in her eyes. I am doing it for my love. For Sameer, she reminded herself. She cleaned the cum from her face and breasts with her fingers and sucked them dry. She turned to face the big man who had just abused her mouth, to find his cock pointing towards her mouth again. He was still hard. Lisa had counted the number of times she would have to submit the bodies, but she had not expected them to take her multiple times. "Suck it dry bitch. Clean my cock," the man ordered, pulling her head towards his cock. She opened her mouth, and applied a strong suction, drawing the liquid lying still in his urethra. This time she swallowed it without being asked to. The big man lifted her again, threw her roughly on the couch, and climbed on her fragile body. Lisa was crushed under his enormous weight, his hair tickling her body at multiple places. She was surprised to find him hard so soon, and so were the other men. They stared at their leader with looks of surprise and respect. They hoped he would finish soon. The sight of this naked woman was driving them crazy. The big man ran his fingers along the doctor's vertical lips. He was not surprised to find it wet and sticky. He liked this bitch. She was turned on. She was hot for him and yet she fought him. She liked that fire in her. He guided his giant organ to her love hole and pushed in hard. 'Fuck she is tight, so goddamn tight. Her fiancée must be a loser. She needs to be torn by a real man. I will make her a real woman tonight. She will beg for my cock before the night is over.' He thought to himself. As soon as his head was inside her hole, he pushed in his complete length in her in one strong thrust. Lisa was seeing stars. Her head hung over the edge of the bed. Her mouth was open but no sound came out of it for a few seconds, following which she let out a loud cry of pain. "Awwwww ooooooooo." "Ohahahaaaaah!!!!" She was crying like a cow. "No no please please stop. Please. PLEASE. STOPPPP." Her cries went on and on as the leader kept fucking her relentlessly, with deep long thrusts. He was tired of her screaming. He looked at the Professor, who was rubbing his cock. "Professor, you mind shutting her up?" The Professor approached his beautiful subordinate and stuffed her mouth with his cock. It didn't fail to shut the sounds. She still kept grunting, and the vibrations that the sound made in her mouth sent shots of electricity through the Professor's cock. He grabbed her throat and started fucking her face roughly. It was a long time since he had fucked anything, and tonight was his best night in years. He was not 'big', but fucked her in long strokes, his balls slapping her nose every time his cock disappeared between her lips. He came within minutes sending just a few drops of thick liquid down her throat. Lisa sucked it dry without being instructed to, as the old man withdrew his already deflated cock from her mouth. Lisa had stopped screaming now. The pain was replaced by a very new feeling. She was filled fuller than she had ever been in all her life. She raised her head to see the terror leader playing with her nipples. A thin sheet of sweat covered both their bodies. She looked at him with eyes full of lust urging him on. "Harder. Fuck me harder," she whispered. The man smiled. "Say it. Say it loudly." "Yes, yes I am your bitch. I am your whore. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Paint my womb with your love! Yeahhhhh," she screamed, lost in ecstasy. The man's tool swelled even more with pride, he lifted her off the couch, still pumping her cunt, and laid down on his back, on the floor. "Ride me bitch," he ordered. Lisa, herself on a verge of orgasm, obeyed the big man. She started lifting her ass off him and when he was about to pop out, she would sit back on him hard. Her clit rubbed hard each time their pubes met, the friction driving her crazy. The leader played with her breasts and pulled her to him. He kissed her on her lips for the first time, to which Lisa responded with equal ferocity. They both came at the same time, their screams piercing the silence of the night. She could feel the hot liquid coating her insides and the tool finally deflated and popped out of her thoroughly fucked vagina. She lied on the terror leader's chest, panting, recovering from the intense orgasm. As blood flowed back to her brain, the enormity of her actions crashed over her like a huge tidal wave. She rolled off the terrorist's body, curled up in fetal position and started crying violently. She could no longer say that it was for her fiancée. She knew and so did the men in the room. She had fucked his attacker back. She had been an active participant. And she had orgasmed too! She was not left to her thoughts for too long. She heard the leader who had just fucked her, speak to his men, "Brothers, what is mine is yours. I have made her mine. It is time for you to make her OURS." Seconds later, she felt four hands lift her off the floor, and as they took her to the table, she welcomed the feeling of nothingness, as her brain shut down and she fell unconscious. to be continued... (P.S - I have purposely not given names to the terrorists, as people tend to make assumptions(which are often wrong) on the religion of these monsters and the name of that religion is wrongly maligned. Terrorism has no religion. Hope the readers understand this. Also i strongly condemn terrorism and hope its practioners get the punishment they deserve.) Paradise Turns Hell Ch. 02 (This story is a continuation of - "Paradise turns hell Ch. 01") * Lisa was in her living room. She lay on the hard muscular chest of her fiancée. She loved the way his chest felt. She rubbed her small hands on his skin feeling the hard muscles. She felt his presence in her most private hole. She smiled. She loved Sam. He always liked waking her up like this. But she felt something else too. Something was trying to get into her asshole!!! Something kept poking her in her back hole trying to pry it open. And when it succeeded in penetrating it, a stab of pain shot through her insides. She woke up suddenly to find herself in a strange house. She was not lying on Sameer! It was someone else. He was good looking, but it wasn't her love. She looked behind her to see a second stranger looking at her, his eyes filled with lust. The reality crashed on her like an avalanche. She remembered, the memory of the evening's events overwhelming her. She had been blackmailed by her senior into fucking his friends. And they were not any ordinary friends. They were the ones responsible for the blast that had shook her peaceful city. Lisa started crying again. She didn't resist the intrusion in her back-hole, she was held tight by the man under her. She was too tired anyway. She looked up to see the Professor and the terror leader lay back on the couch, sipping their drinks, their cocks deflated. A third person sat next to them, he had passed out. He was naked too, his manhood was also devoid of life. She could see it was wet, and a creamy liquid was oozing out of its orifice. She realized she had been fucked by the boy too. How long had she been unconscious?! She looked at the window. It was still dark. It couldn't have been more than minutes. The man behind her who was waiting for her asshole to adjust to his cockhead, pushed in suddenly. It hurt, but wasn't as painful as Lisa had expected. He wasn't as big as his leader, but his presence in her tighter hole, combined with that of his friends in her vagina, filled her completely. She was 'sandwiched' for the first time in her life. It was a very different experience. The buzz in her clitoris had started again and her hips had started moving in the ancient dance. The two men had established a tawdry rhythm. As one went in the other slid out. They enjoyed fucking this beautiful doctor, their reward for the feat they had achieved earlier in the day. They sensed the change in the woman's attitude and stop moving their hips. Lisa was fucking them back. It was her hips that were moving actively now. The men smiled and high-fived each other. They started fucking her again, now with increased vigor. The man in her back hole came first. He got out of her suddenly and sprayed his juice all over her back. He was replaced by the only guy who hadn't got a piece of her. He entered her in one swift motion. Lisa was glad, that he was smaller than his friend. He reached for her breasts and started mauling them roughly. The guy who had just come in her shit hole came in front of her and ordered her to lick his cock clean. She knew where the cock had been, and was disgusted with the young man for wanting her to suck it clean. When she didn't obey, the man fucking her ass, yanked her ponytail and pulled her head behind. The man in front of her slapped her face hard, causing her to yell in pain. He shot his manhood in her open mouth and pushed all the way in. He pinched her nose shut, punishing her for her disobedience. Lisa now had a cock in all her holes, even though the one in her mouth was rapidly losing its size. Lisa was feeling hypoxic yet again. She was hungry for air. She gave in to the man's demands, and licked the dirty cock in her mouth clean. She milked the remaining cum from his urethra, and only then was she allowed to breathe. She saw him pull out of her oral depths and joining the group on the sofa. The men in her two holes came with loud roars, almost simultaneously, but not before, Lisa herself had screamed to orgasm twice. They left the young doctor shaking on the floor and joined their friends on the couch. After the last guy was done unloading his balls in her ass Lisa was tied again. This time to the table, right there in the living room. The men continued drinking and kept throwing abuses at her, cracking dirty jokes. The young guy, who had dozed off came back to life, now came up with some idea. He whispered something in the Professor's ears and the old man's eyes lit up. He ordered Abdul, the servant, to get more drinks. Abdul got a tray full of glasses and when he crossed Lisa, he winked at her. Lisa didn't understand him, but hoped it was something good. Wait! Had he spiked their drinks?! She hoped he had. She was running out of ideas to escape this dungeon. There was silence in the room when the Professor spoke, "So friends did u have fun or do you think our girl wasn't good enough?" The young one, whom Lisa didn't remember fucking, said, "She was pathetic!" "Yeah she was poor," said another, playing along. "My 40yr old wife is better," said the third guy. Lisa didn't care about what these guys thought of her performance. She knew it wasn't about how good or bad she was. The men were up to something and she knew she was going to be subjected to more torture. The Professor replied to their comments, "In that case the slut needs to be punished. Abdul get the bag from that room." Lisa waited those agonizing minutes contemplating the new horrors that she was going to endure. The men continued to pass lewd comments. For some reason they had stopped drinking. Had they suspected? She hoped not. She didn't want Abdul to get in trouble. He was her only hope. Abdul returned to the room and handed a huge bag to his master, from which the Professor removed a few instruments. Objects, which were soon going to cause Lisa a lot of pain. One of them was a folded piece of wood. He opened it and laid it on the coffee table to which Lisa was tied. Lisa couldn't see the top of this ply. Next, old man removed five whips and handed one each to the guests. The next object was a huge cock shaped vibrator, which he kept on the floor next to her. Though it wasn't as long as the terror leader's organ, it was twice as thick. Lisa looked at the other objects that the Professor had removed. There were a few weights. She saw a few 20kg stones, a couple of 1 kg stones and a few ropes. A feeling of dread was rising in her. She was scared again. It had happened again. Whenever she thought her ordeal was over she found herself facing more horrors, scared more than she had been minutes earlier, when she thought she had faced her worst nightmares. Only to be awaken to more nightmares. Lisa was freed off her restraints and was lifted easily by one of the men. When she looked at the table, she was shocked. She saw multiple pointed nails jutting out from the surface of the wood. She knew what it was. It was a BED OF NAILS. The nails were not very pointed and she knew the principle of the board. If placed correctly on the nails, her weight would be equally distributed amongst the hundreds of nails, the divided pressure not enough to puncture the skin. Even though the nails would not injure her skin, they were bound to cause intense pain. She started struggling again. But the man was far too strong. He lay her face down on the board in such a way that her head was hanging off the board, and her hands fell to the sides. The board was only 3 feet long, and less than a foot wide, so that Lisa's body completely covered the nails. Her wrists were immediately tied to the 20 kg weights pressing her body further on the board. She screamed in pain as a hundred pins poked different parts of the body. Her breasts were attacked by the nails, her already sore nipples making her cry out in pain. Her legs also fell of the table and two 25 kg weights were tied to them too, rendering her immobile. As if this was not enough, they divided her ponytail into two parts and tied them each to a half kg weights. The tails hung on each side of her head pulling it down, the hair threatening to come off their roots. Half of her pussy stayed on the table, bearing the brunt of the pins, the other half hanging in the air. She felt the huge vibrator enter her lips and she let out a howl of pain as the part of her pussy on the board was pinned between the nails and the invading monster. When it was completely inside her, the professor switched on, sending jolts of electricity through her thoroughly violated body. The men high- fived each other again as Lisa started howling, her body screaming in response to the multiple stimuli. She was turned on like never before. Even the pain that she had felt a couple minutes ago stimulated her, and took her to new heights of arousal. She shouted, more out of pleasure than pain, as series of moans escaped her luscious lips, "Oh oh oh oh oh ahhhh ," "Owwwwwwwww," "GAWDDDDD," "Aaaaaaa.." The men laughed maniacally. They were rubbing their cocks again, few of them already hard. The drinks, which were spiked with drugs, and were going to bring her some reprieve, lay abandoned on a far away table. She caught the servant's eyes to see her own disappointment reflected in them. As if this was not enough, the men started raining whiplashes on her back. These felt like feathers after the pain of the nails. But she knew she was going to feel the sting after she was taken off the board. If ever they she was. Or did they want to kill her on it. She wished they would. She didn't know if she would ever recover from this nights torture. Not the physical abuses, but the mental trauma that she had endured. She knew she had orgasmed multiple times tonight, and didn't think she will be able to face her fiancée after this night was over. Lisa found herself facing a hard cock again yet again. She didn't need to look up to see its owner. From its size, she knew it belonged to the leader. She didn't need any asking. She was highly aroused, owing to the vibrations the fake cock was sending through her body. She opened her mouth and welcomed the throbbing wood in her hot mouth. The move was appreciated by the men, as the owner of the cock patted her head. At the same time, she felt a huge intrusion at her asshole. One of them had gone behind her. His cock was big, as Lisa had felt earlier, but he felt even bigger owing to the presence of the massive toy in her front hole. He pushed in roughly, entering inside her in one go. Lisa moaned in pain, but couldn't scream. The cock in front of her gagged her. Her ass was being torn apart and she was seeing stars. She had never been so full in her life. And she had been filled thoroughly many times tonight. The vibrating toy was sending weird sensations through her body. She was now actively bobbing her head on her lover in the front. He noticed the change in her and let out a few grunts. He put his hands in her long hear anchoring them there. He started pulling her head up and down on his member with great rapidity. The weights on her ponytails danced in mid air and Lisa was sure quite a few of her hair had lost their roots. She hoped that he came soon. Her neck was in great danger of getting fractured. She thought if he pulled it off the table to a greater extent he may end up killing her. There was silence in the room as everyone saw this violent action with fascination. Even the man in her back hole didn't move. He was enjoying the vibrations of the toy through the thin tissue separating Lisa's 2 holes. More so, he was stunned by the action, taking place in front of her. Lisa heaved a sigh of relief as the man in her mouth came with a huge roar. Lisa felt the hot liquid shoot at the back of her throat and tried swallowing it as fast as she could. She did not want to annoy them again by spilling any. She wanted to get over with this night asap. The man in her back hole started moving now, pulling out almost completely, then entering her hard again, pushing her on the punishing nails. The pain was gone down a bit. Her body had adjusted to the nails, but with every thrust, she was pushed harder on the nails awakening the pain receptors again. Lisa was glad that he didn't last long. He painted her shit hole with his white juice for the nth time this night. Yes, Lisa had lost count of the number of times these men had fucked her. The remaining men had a go at her and once they were done, they fell back on their couches. Their faces were flushed with satisfaction. Lisa's was flushed with humiliation. And because of multiple orgasms. She had come at least a dozen times in this last hour and half and small after-shocks kept sending jolts of electricity through her body. The vibrator had died out but it was still inside her love hole, keeping it stretched . It felt like a part of her now. Her pussy was numb, she couldn't feel the toys presence anymore. The men looked at the young doctor they had just violated. The Professor had entertained them with many girls in the past, each one ending up dead. They could not afford witnesses. But this one was different. She was the best they had ever had. Each part of her was a masterpiece. Their eyes appreciated the strong muscular thighs, which reached above to a magnificent ass, her long legs enhancing the effect. Those magnificent breasts, which were so big and yet stood so firm when she stood, not showing signs of the slightest slag. And to finish the package a beautiful face with eyes that bore into you, carrying a mystery to them. Her shiny long black hair, which danced whenever she was fucked, like grass in a wind. No, they couldn't kill her. The group's leader had decided. They were taking her with them. She will be their slave, a recipient of their carnal desires. The Professors voice brought all of them back to the present. "Abdul get the drinks! Isn't this fun guys. She is probably the best doctor in my hospital. A bride-to-be. Isn't it great to make her realize her true place in front of men like us. Wait, I have another idea. Abdul come here and remove your clothes." Everyone in the room was stunned, including Abdul. The terrorists almost looked angry. The Professor saw the look in their eyes and replied cautiously, "Friends I'm sorry to offend you. I see it in your eyes that you want to take her with you. She would have been dead long ago otherwise. I know you well enough. But this bitch has been really arrogant with me. And I want to tell her that she can be taken not just by men like us, men in power, but also by an inconsequential servant. I want to make her feel like a slut. I want to rob her off her self-respect. I want to kill the fight in her. I want to make her realize her true worth." he finished, his face red with anger. The leader agreed. He said, "Ok doctor, but just once. We'll leave the first thing in the morning and this piece of ass will then belong to me." Lisa was so exhausted mentally and physically. She felt as if she was listening to this conversation from the far end of a long tunnel. Nothing scared her now. She was too tired, her brain numbed by the pain shooting through her body. She felt happy that she would at least satisfy the only man in this room who cared for her. This was extent to which she had changed. Few hours back she belonged to her fiancée, and now when a group of criminals had battered her body using her as a receptacle of their lust, she almost welcomed the prospect of yet another man fucking her. Was she truly a whore? Had she become a slut for a piece of man's meat? She heard the men jeering. Abdul had got rid of his clothes and was standing in front of Lisa. She looked in his eyes to see them apologizing her. She saw a hint of tears, but that was all. She felt grateful for the silent support this man had given her and wanted to give something back to him. When she looked down, she was stunned. Yet again. Abdul had the biggest cock she had ever seen. And she had seen quite a few tonight. Lisa had seen a few freaks on the internet and had thought how impossible it is to possess such a cock. Abdul's asset was as thick as her forearm and was at least a foot long. Lisa's jaw had dropped open. She wasn't the only one. She saw her expressions mirrored on the other faces in the room. Abdul guided his monster in Lisa's mouth. It was half way in, when it touched the back of her throat and she gagged. He stopped and Lisa started bobbing her head up and down. The Professor recovered from the shock, got up and patted his faithful servant's back. "Well Abdul. I never knew about your... Eh, whatever.. Now stop fucking her face. We want to see how she takes you in. Go behind her." Lisa surprised everyone by saying, "Yes Abdul. Take my ass. Make me a whore. Tear me apart, I deserve it," she was aroused no doubt. But she had seen the men with their drinks. Drinks, which were spiked by Abdul. She wanted to encourage them to drink it quickly by putting up a show. Abdul went behind her and directed the massive organ at her back hole. He went to remove the toy but was stopped by the Professor. Lisa braced herself for what was coming. She cried out in pain as the first inch of the monster disappeared in the depths of her asshole. She held her breath, for she knew more was coming. Abdul kept the pushing in slowly and as his head crossed the internal sphincter, Lisa let out a loud moan which didn't stop. "Oh oh ohhhh.. Aaaaawwww. Oh my god." " Fuck fuck fuck." " Aaaaaaaaaaaawwww. Ooooooo ," she was crying like a cow in labor! She surprised everyone again, "Yes push it in. Push it in. Mother fucker. Push it in harder and faster. Yeahhhhh." Abdul was really turned on now. This was the best piece of ass he was ever going to feel in his life. Though he had called her sister earlier in the day, it was just coz he wanted to make her feel comfortable. he had empathized with her. Now this bombshell was driving him crazy, with her angelic body and her dirty words. He pushed in hard causing his entire monster to disappear in her intestine. She was really tight and her ass muscles were milking his cock. He bent down on her body and kissed her neck. His long beard tickled her neck as he put his entire body's pressure on her, pushing her harder on the nails. She was moaning continuously now. She obviously was not thinking. It was her body reacting to the strongest sensation known to the human brain. He whispered in her ear, "Look at them. They are already drowsy. They will be sleeping soon. Do you want me to stop?" She shook her head. He was causing her immense pleasure. She was his whore, his wife, his slut for the moment. She cried, "Fuck me harder bitch. I am whore. Make me your slave. Make love to me!" Abdul knew that Lisa wasn't thinking straight. He felt bad about taking advantage of her, but god she was so hot. He removed his cock from her ass. He reached for her restraints and freed her off the weights. He flipped her around so that she faced him when he fucked her. The multiple pins now attacked her back inflicting new pains to her already battered body. Abdul saw the marks of nails all over body and regretted the way they spoiled the beauty of this magnificent girl. He reached for the monster toy in her pussy, removed it and introduced it in her back hole. It went in easily. Lisa was surprised that no one had objected to this. She looked around. Most men were finishing with their drinks. A couple had dozed off. Three of them looked on through dazed eyes. The Professor himself was swaying near her head. Lisa was regaining control over her senses when Abdul entered her pussy in one stroke. Lisa was seeing stars again. He took hold of her massive mounds and started kneading them like dough. He tweaked the nipples and tugged hard at them. Lisa let out a moan, this time in pleasure. She was filled completely by this man, and he was doing wonders with her nipples which were so sensitive. He bent down, reached for her mouth, and kissed her. Lisa was surprised but she did not resist. She invited his tongue in her mouth and responded with equal fervor. He was the best lover she had ever had. Abdul started rocking his hips and slowly started fucking her. He realized Lisa was fucking her back with equal enthusiasm. This bitch was making him mad. He got up from her body and started fucking her roughly and with great speed. Lisa came multiple times, the orgasms combining to form one long wave of pleasure. She let her head fall back from the table as the man caused her intense pleasure. She saw that barring the Professor, everyone in the room had lost consciousness. He was the only one whose glass wasn't empty. The Professor, wanting to humiliate her further, stuck his ass in front of her mouth and ordered, "That's the way Abdul! Good boy. You bitch. Suck my asshole. Stick your tongue up there. Come on quick." Paradise Turns Hell Ch. 02 Abdul was mad with anger. This was enough. He knew he was strong enough to tackle the Professor, but he was so close to cumming. He wasn't surprised to see Lisa obeying his boss without a hint of fight. She was doing it subconsciously. The massive orgasms had clouded her brain. He wanted to come soon and end the ordeal for her. He increased his pace. Meanwhile Lisa was pleasuring the Professor by 'cleaning' his dirty hole. It had smelled of sweat and shit, but Lisa licked enthusiastically. She even fucked his asshole with her tongue, at times completely inserting it in his anal canal. It was the Professors turn to moan. Moving away from her he said, "Holy shit. This bitch is one hot whore," and gulped the remaining contents of his glass in one go. He sat on the couch to continue seeing the show. Abdul came soon. He came so much that more than half of his juice escaped Lisa's hole. He laid down on her regaining his breath. Lisa had slipped off into unconsciousness. Abdul got up in a few minutes and tied all the men to their chairs. He lifted Lisa off the thorn bed cautiously and took her to a bathroom where he made her take a hot shower. He got Lisa's purse and her clothes from the room upstairs. He had made some coffee to make her come to her senses quickly. She had regained consciousness but her brain was still clouded. He helped her dress and made her drink the hot coffee, which had immediate effect. She was leaning on Abdul for support. She immediately caught herself and regained her composure. She recollected the last night's events and started crying. Abdul made her sit down on a chair and tried consoling her. "Lisa don't lose hope now. You have a chance to teach these bastards a lesson. They deserve to be punished. For the innocent people who lost their lives because of them, and for treating women like dirt. I regret knowing who the Professor was and not doing anything about it. Had I acted before I could have prevented what happened today. Please forgive me. And forgive me for participating in your torture. Give me a chance to make amends." "No, Abdul don't blame yourself. I am free now. Because of YOU. I can't imagine what I would have become if you had not put them to sleep. Don't blame yourself. Let us forget what happened between us. It is time to punish these assholes. Take me to the nearest police station. But wait I have to do one thing before we leave." She reached for her purse. She remembered she was carrying a syringe prefilled with sulphuric acid. She took it out went to the professor who was sleeping on his couch butt naked. With Abdul's help, she turned him around and inserted the syringe in his asshole. She saw bubbles coming out of his hole and a smell of burning skin reached their nose. She was surprised that he was still unconscious but knew when he came back to his senses he would not be able to sleep for a few days! She smiled at Abdul who looked at her in horror and the two of them made for the car. TWO YEARS LATER -- The terrorists were arrested after recording Lisa and Abdul's complaint. On hearing the news of their capture, the terrorist's aides had shot Sameer in the mountains. His body was not found by the authorities till date, but a photograph of his body was sent to Lisa by the terrorists. Lisa had been in shock for a year and had been in therapy for more than a year. She had moved back with her parents in the US. Very recently, she had started working as a doctor in a community hospital, her life slowly returning to normal. Abdul was arrested for withholding information vital for national security. Lisa's parents had arranged the best lawyer to fight his case. They had adopted his sister who had now moved with them to US and was pursuing higher studies. Abdul had saved their daughter. They were indebted to him for life. Abdul was released a year later after being declared innocent. On hearing the news of his release, Lisa flew down to Shimla to meet him and to express her gratitude. She wanted him to move to the US. She had made arrangements for his further education. It was going to be her surprise for him. He deserved that. It was for her that he had gone to prison. It was for her that he had put his life, his sister's in danger. And he was going to be in danger till he stayed in this country. When Lisa saw him, she couldn't recognize him. He had gotten rid of his beard. She was surprised to find him a little attractive. He reminded her of Sameer. He was as tall as him, and had similar features. Lisa drove him to the nearby mountains, to a place called -- "ECHO POINT" The view was just perfect. They looked around. They were surrounded by mountains and peaks, with their summits disappearing behind clouds. She held his hand and told him of her plan. He was shocked. He tried to argue but Lisa put her finger on his lips. She whispered in his ears, "Abdul however hard I tried, I couldn't forget what happened between us that night. You gave up yourself for me. You put your family in danger. Why?" Abdul looked away. He had spent over a year thinking about that night. Thinking about Lisa. And now, when she was so close, he was unable to tell her about his feelings. "Shsh. Don't say anything. I know how you feel for me. I feel the same. You think we can give ourselves a chance?" he looked unsure. He said, "Yes. I love you Lisa. Love you more than anything. But I am useless. You deserve someone much better." "I deserve someone who can protect me. Besides, I have made my decision. I'll take up celibacy if u don't agree to marry me," she joked. Abdul did not laugh. He looked at her. So beautiful. So radiant. So innocent. She was wearing a strapless floral skirt that reached just above her knees. Her black hair reached the top of her dress which, revealed the best cleavage he had seen. Her blue eyes looked hungry for him, her lips parted, waiting for him to reply. "Come on. Now don't make me go down on my knees. Don't make me beg!!" He smiled for the first time in months and nodded his head. They kissed. It was a long passionate kiss. He lifted her and lay her on the soft grass near the car. He pushed her skirt to her waist and felt her panties.. They were wet. She was hot for him. So was he. He lowered his pants and entered her. Not roughly, But gently. Each stroke slow, and deep. He had not let go off her lips. Their lips were sealed in a never ending kiss. Both of them came at the same time. They lay there in each other's arms till the sun disappeared behind the mountains. Few days later, they flew down to the US. Lisa and Abdul got married a week later. It was a small affair with just close family and friends present. They got married under both Christian and Muslim rituals. Lisa had got a job in a hospital in Miami so the newly married couple moved down there. When they reached their house, Lisa took her new husband straight to the basement. He was surprised to find the instruments that Lisa had bought. He saw the naughty twinkle in her eye and jumped at her. The horrors of the night a year before were finally erased, but the fire it ignited in Lisa raged on. THE END.