Clarke Rescues Ria from Gang Rape

Ignoring her cries the men piled on top of Ria and kept on grabbing and pulling at her forlorn body. Soon Ria's Jeans we're down last her thighs and her shirt was over her head. She felt a chubby hand slip down the front of her panties while another was pinching and rolling her left nipple.

Ria screamed, "Get off me. Help!"

But Clarke began shouting, "Off her, off her, I say" He held up a can of pepper spray and aimed it at the crowd. He gestured at a distraught and roughed up Ria to follow him towards the door.."Give these lot and inch and they'll take a fucking mile. He then spoke to the confused passengers."While it's been a pleasure travelling with you lot. We really must go. Toodle pip"

Ria pulled up her jeans."Why are you speaking like a dork?"

"It's colonial speak. It's the only English the natives understand."

Clarke and Ria jumped off the bus onto the dusty asphalt. As a dishevelled Ria fixed her clothes, she felt overcome by the heat, noise and fumes of the traffic. Not to mention the ghastly stench from a nearby open sewer. She never wanted home more.

They were soon met by a jovial chubby Indian man wearing bright colours and covered in a ton of brash gold jewellery. He was shaded from the fierce sun by a parasol held by a girl. Behind him where four young dark skinned village women looked rough and ready but also little under nourished. Yet they were just as loud as the colours of the man’s shirt laughing and joking with one another. Clarke greeted the potbellied moustached male, “Sunil. Good to see you. “ He then slapped Sunil’s gut. Life must be treating you well as you’ve put on a shit load of weight since the last time we met. Same awful dress sense though.”

“You English come here acting as if you still own us.” Sunil straightened his back and puffed out his barrel chest. “But we are independent now. So, I can wear what I want and eat as much as I like.” Sunil laughed. “I can also tell you to shut your fucking mouth without fear of getting hung.”

“Give me a hug you fat fucker.”

“Come here Mr Pink face.” The two men embraced like old friends. Breaking free. Sunil then looked at Ria. “Clarke, you always come up trumps with the merchandise.”

“I do. But Like I told you on Zoom, keep your grubby brown hands off her… unless she misbehaves.”

“That’s fine.” Sunil then grabbed the cheek of the young girl who was holding the parasol. “I have my little Nushrat for company. She's a tight little one.”

The conductor of the bus threw the luggage onto the dirt path from vehicle before stepping back into cab. As the bus roared off, Sunil clicked his fingers, signalling for the four dark women to collect the cases.

Pulling a case behind her, Ria looked around her surroundings and thought it dirty, smelly and rundown. Clarke and Sunil walked ahead, shaded under little Nushrat’s parasol. Ria and the other women trailed behind with the luggage. They followed a tall concrete wall that seem to be leading them towards a slum of corrugated sheeted houses. But suddenly the wall opened with a gate and inside they went, past an elderly security guard who was armed with a long stick. Inside there was a colonial textile mill which hadn’t changed much since 1930s. A large rusting sign hung above the entrance reading Imperial Textiles Ltd. Although the mill had seen better days it was still clearly in use with trucks being loaded and filthy fumes climbing lazily from its tall smokestack.

But the group suddenly turned towards three dreary looking concrete accommodations blocks that was also inside the compound walls. Each block was four stories high and clothing and bedding were hung to dry from most of the window balconies. Ria followed them into the entrance hall of the end block and straight away she could smell the scent of burning josh sticks - a welcome reminder of her childhood. The walls of the hall were lined with benches and tired couches, and the tinny sound of the transistor radio played Hindi pop. Pictures of famous actresses and models shared the whitewashed walls with paintings of various Hindu gods

It felt very much like a waiting room.

Following the men up the narrow stairs the girls struggled with the cases up to the first floor. After pulling her case up onto the landing Ria noted an impressive drawing of a pretty and curvaceous woman wearing a revealing sari. It had been plastered on the wall beside the heavy open door. The words written in English read Sunil’s Knocking Shop.

Ria’s worries had been confirmed, she realised this a was brothel.

The narrow corridor was lit by strip lights and Ria passed a series of metal doors leading left and right. Most were open and each revealed a small bedroom which closer resembled a prison cell rather than a love room. Ria didn’t speak Hindi and other than Sunil, it appeared none of the others spoke English. So, Ria didn’t ask questions and continued to follow. Only one door was left closed and it appeared by the sound of the female inside that the client was getting more than just his monies worth.

They walked to the end of the corridor that opened up into a simple kitchen come living area. There were several more girls here, some just in their underwear, others dressed in kurta or saris. One woman, had her huge swinging tits on show. None looked like they were being kept against there will, and looked happy enough. Ria supposed in a country were poverty really does mean living hand to mouth, then any job is worth taking if it keeps a roof over your head and food on the table.

Clarke told Ria to wait with the cases in the kitchen while he and Sunil talked in private in Sunil’s office.

Ria stood at an open window and enjoyed a stiff breeze. Through the window she could see beyond the wall to a the shanty town, a vista of pure poverty. She turned to look back into the room as saw a few of the girls sat looking at her, some smiled while others looked more than a little suspicious. Seeing her as a rival. However, most of the girls went about their simple life as normal– cleaning themselves or chatting away with each other in their native tongue. Ria supposed their indifference being a sign perhaps of the high turnover of girls.

A skinny girl who looked little older than a child stepped up to Ria with a plastic cup of water. Ria then realised it was the girl who had held the parasol for Sunil. The girl gave a wide grin and handed the cup of water to Ria. “Water.”

“Thank you.”

The girl chuckled like a schoolgirl. She then beamed a big toothy grin before placing a hand on her flat chest. “Nushrat.”

“Ria. I am from Great Britain.”

The girl looked confused, then shook her head in the only way Indians can. “You funny. You Indian, no?”

“No. I’m British... from England. The UK?”

Nushrat stroked Ria’s arm. “Oh, but you look like me.” The girls who were now all listening began to laugh at Nushrat’s child-like naivety… and Ria’s bleak future.

A second girl approached Ria with a plate of roti. (Bread wraps with curry filling).

Ria was starting to feel welcomed.

After Ria had finished her roti, Nushrat gestured for her to follow. "Bedroom."

Nushrat showed Ria to her room. Ria was billeted in the end bedroom, and couldn't help but notice a cardboard box full of sex toys in the corner of the room. She picked it up and tried to give it back to Nushrat. "I think these are yours, Nushrat."

"No Miss English."

"Yes. Take it "

Nushrat shook her head and pushed it back. "Yours, Miss Brown English."

"I'm not a whore like you."

Nushrat looked annoyed and left empty-handed. Still with the box of dildos, cuffs and lube. Ria decided to hide it under the bed.

Ria unpacked some of her clothes into a small wardrobe and a simple bedside cabinet. She then took out her towel and wash bag and looked for the washroom.

The shower was in a wet room where there was also a toilet. It was little more than a hosepipe connected to a tap and an open drain. Still, Ria thought it better than nothing. But at least they have English style toilets, she thought.

There was no privacy from the girls as there was no door to the washroom and no shower curtain. As she started to soap her damp glistening body, a skinny naked girl came running in, slipping on the wet tiles but managing not to fall. The girl climbed onto the sink then squatted over the open tap. She then started to throw cold water on to her pussy. Ria asked, "Are you OK?"

The girl shook her head and whimpered, "Man too big. Pussy on fire."

~

Finished showering, Ria closed the tap. But as she picked up her towel Clarke stepped into the room. His eyes widened at the sight of her soaked brown skin, gawping at her pert little tits before a shocked Ria wrapped herself in beige towel. "Well, well, well. You look just as good as you did during your camming days. It reminds me, I actually wacked off to a recording of one of your shower shows." Ria didn't answer and began toweling. "Anyway, Ria. I'm here to give you your main mission for the month."

"Can't it wait for later? I'm kinda busy and wouldn't mind some privacy."

"You have to seduce me."

Ria scoffed. "Is that it? Shouldn't be too much of a challenge."

"I'll play hard to get. I don't just sleep with any old brown whore."

"Whatever ."

"If you fail to seduce me then each day at 8pm I'll embarrass you with a perverted punishment." Clarke saw the disdain on her pretty but worried face. "But if you are successful. Then I'll make you my wife and make you feel like the empress of India. "

"I'm not sure which one is worse. "

"I'll make up your mind for you." Clarke rested against the frame of the door, trying to look cool. "When you're ready to flirt, let me know. I'll be be in Sunil's office getting tipsy. And by the way, I make a filthy drunk."

"You'll be waiting as while."

"That's fine. It just gives me time to plan of ways to get my monies worth. I always have something interesting planned."

Ris snapped at Clarke, almost spitting in his face. “You can continue your cruel games of humiliation. But I’m not a prostitute. I’m educated. I’m not one of these poor village idiots.”

“Are you saying you’re better than these?”

“I’m saying…” Ria grimaced at remembering the girl who just used the sink to cool her burning vagina. “All I’m saying is that I’m luckier in life… although at the moment it doesn’t feel it.”

“Ria. I brought you all the way here to bring you down to earth. So you can see that you are just like these women. And, hopefully after spending sometime with these girls, you’ll learn to be a better person."

“I’m a good person.”

“You’re arrogant." Clarke glared at Ria. "You think you’re better than everyone. That you’re too good for me. You think that it wouldn't be a challenge to seduce the likes of me“

“What? I never said I'm better than anyone.”

"You have until the end of the month to seduce me.”

“After what you’ve put me through? You’re will be waiting longer than that.”

"Somehow, I don't think so." With that, Clarke left Ria alone to get ready.

~

Ria didn't bother to go and seduce Clarke. She figured the result would be much the same, so what was the point working for it? Better she be uninterested in the hope Clarke gets fed up. She instead groomed herself and rested in her cell like bedroom. Fortunately the bedsheets smelt fresh and surprisingly new. So she lay with her eyes closed and listened to the whores laugh, fight and fuck amongst themselves.

Lying in bed Ria wondered what Clarke meant when said he had something interesting planned for her. No doubt she was going to have sex with him at some point, or maybe even with Sunil. Anal perhaps. But as long as she closed her eyes and imagined it was Dan, she should be able to get through it After all, prostitutes have existed from the beginning of time - so there must be a some type of coping mechanism.

Ria drifted into sleep, and dreamt of better times.

Ria woke to a rude knock on the door of the room. It was Clarke who barked, "8pm. I'm disappointed you haven't even tried, but I'm excited about your task. Come with me."

"I need to get dressed "

"No time for that."

Ria, wearing on her pajama shirt and shorts followed Clarke out of the bedroom.

From the all the grunting, moaning and bed slamming it sounding the a few of the girls were already working their night shift.

Waiting in the living area was Sunil and Nushrat and several of the other women. Clarke turned to face Ria.

Then Clarke gave Ria her task.

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