Ria, a British-Indian woman

It was Thursday evening again. A dreary grey listless day that hid the gnawing dread rising in the pit of Ria’s stomach. Ria dreaded this day drawing round. The first Thursday every month. Every day leading up to it raised Ria’s anxiety levels to a new pitch until finally the day was there and she had to keep tissues to hand to dab at her brow and dry her damp clammy hands. Dan, her lovely but love-blind husband had no idea. Even with the recent mayhem of their burglary and the incident with the peeping tom, this was still by far the main cloud on Ria’s horizon, eclipsing all other concerns or worries. She thought of Dan then and saw the innocent look he wore constantly, still guileless. She thought she would never get used to his adoring glances. If he could see her now though, what would he think? Could he forgive her? Would he ever even look at her again if he knew what she was going to do? She shook her head briefly and his image was gone, only to be filled with other images that made her shiver.

She pulled her SUV to a stop on the roadside around the corner from the apartment. She felt it best not to let her license plate be seen, or anything else that might convey further information about her than absolutely necessary. Things were bad enough. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she adjusted her long traditional dupatta scarf then walked from the corner and slowly up to the apartment, her steps getting more and more hesitant the closer she got. Eventually, after feeling like she had trekked for an eternity, she rang the bell.

As usual, the bespectacled toad answered the door with a delighted smile. Ria was not normally a violent person, but she felt she could cheerfully kill him on sight. The sight of his grotesque smile and slimy skin made her body hairs stand up and the bile rise in her throat “Come in, come in Mrs Morphy!” Ria followed him into his living room and stood in the middle of the floor. The toad sat down on the sofa and grinned at her, looking her up and down lasciviously.

“So nice to see you again Mr Denver Sahib!”, she said in an undulating parody of an Indian patois that she had never used anywhere else and that made her shiver with embarrassment to use now.

He showed her through to the lounge, where she stood in the middle of the floor, with her hands pressed palm together as if to wish “Namaste”.

“Oh, hold on,” he squealed excitedly and hopped over to the stereo beside his armchair and clicked a couple of buttons before bouncing into the armchair and facing her to enjoy the view. Strains of Sitar and flute music began and then a proper Bollywood musical number started. Ria began rhythmically throwing her hands in the air and flicking her feet. She was pretty sure this was not quite the right dance, she had tried learning Bhangra dancing when she was a girl, but couldn’t really remember much. The Toad didn’t seem to notice though. He sat there staring with his manic grin fixed all through the song.

She hated it. It ended. She wished it hadn’t.

“Excellent!” he clapped his hands together in glee. “Now, your outfit is over there Mrs Morphy!”. He gestured to the edge of the coffee table where some plastic garments lay folded. She watched in revulsion as he began unzipping his pants.

Ria looked at the outfit, swallowing her revulsion, then back to the toad, before executing a little bow then began undressing. “Thank you, sahib! You are most kind”, she continued using the exaggerated parody of an Indian accent that she did not normally possess. She had been born in London, not Delhi and her accent was English, not Indian. Somehow she felt though that the fake accent managed to conceal her disgust and loathing of the repulsive piece of excrement that was sitting watching her, unashamedly intent on doing whatever his warped mind could come up with to her. However, she was here to play a role, and she was determined to do it. She removed the Dupatta and folded it carefully setting it on the chair in front of her, then began undoing her colorful sari slowly and adding it to the Dupatta.

Getting naked was not the worst part, nor was watching the toad pull what appeared to be a small mushroom out of his pants and begin to stroke it, no, she hated that she was now dressing in a plastic maid’s outfit for his pleasure and before he fucked her, she would actually have to clean his room with a feather duster.

After ten minutes cleaning, and at his direction bending over regularly to clean spots on the floor so that he could look up her plastic skirt for a tantalizing glimpse of her ass, and as she moved her legs, her pussy through the small gap in her thighs. She observed without making any mention of it or even letting on that she had noticed, that his mushroom had grown somewhat and she expected he would be making use of it soon. She grimaced at the thought.

He got up and ran a finger along his mantelpiece, “You missed a bit, you stupid Indian bitch!”. His voice was nasally whining, and enough to make most people want to slap him even before they actually knew him. “Fucking stupid cunt!”

“I am so sorry Sahib. It will not happen again. Please excuse my foolish mistake.” She was struggling to continue to use the fake accent, but it was part of the deal. He demanded it. It was excruciating. Almost as excruciating as what was coming next.

“Well, it's just not good enough! Please bend over”. Ria could tell he was trying for the sound of righteous fury but she thought the scum sounded more like a petulant teenager. "Fucking pathetic Indian Scum. Think you can marry a white man and you're suddenly as good as us. Fucking Indian Whore!"

Ria bent over and clasped her knees in her hands without any further words. The toad stood up and positioned himself behind her.

Ria waited, and waited. She figured waiting was probably part of the torment he was dishing out too. She was only just about to turn her head to ask if he was all right when “SMACK”, an open palm landed on her ass cheek. “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK”, came a hail of blows, each stinging fiercely. She knew better than to say anything. The spanking went on for a while, and although each blow was not incredibly sore, the repetition made the pain incrementally more painful with each slap. Her ass felt like it was on fire and she could feel her eyes welling up, then as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. Ria knew that the torment wasn’t over quite yet though, and sure enough, a hand pushed its way between her thighs grabbing onto her by her pussy. In a second, two podgy fingers were jamming their way inside her.

“Ooo, ooo yes sahib. More please”, she said as the fingers pushed forward and fucked her fast. There was no pretense that this was in any way to bring her pleasure. No attempts at anything gentle or even an attempt to engage her clitoris. No, he was simply doing to her what he would like to have done properly later. Ria braced herself and let him get on with it. When he eventually stopped, she knew what was coming next. She could feel his fetid breath on the back of her neck - it was almost worse than what his fingers were doing inside her pussy.

After a little while, she felt him position himself behind her and suddenly the little mushroom he had extracted from his pants was inside her. To be honest, she barely felt it. He was thankfully quite under-endowed. That was about the only blessing she could think of with the Toad, he had a tiny dick, well that and, oh, oh, there he goes, he had a hair-trigger too. Less than twenty seconds from what could loosely be described as a penetration, and his pathetic excuse for a cock had ejaculated its dribble already and he was holding onto her hips for support. Even with the debauchery he had made her endure so far, the touch of his hands on her hips revolted her. She still felt like screaming and running for the door. However it was almost all over now, and she swallowed hard, gritted her teeth, and waited till she could go.

When the Toad left the room, Ria straightened up and began seeing to herself, cleaning her pussy with a napkin and beginning to get changed into her own clothes once more, even though they weren’t the kind of clothes she would ever wear anywhere else.

The Toad didn’t interact with her any further before she left thankfully. However, she knew this was to be repeated, same time same place next month. She picked up the obligatory 10 dollar bill from a small glass dish on her way out. All part of the script., his further mocking of her, reducing her to the status of the cheapest of whores.

Ria reflected on how she had come to this. Ostensibly her life was good. She had a decent job, a lovely, devoted husband and who knows, maybe even a family with him one day. Yes, she had felt like her life was in order and stable, foolishly deluding herself into believing that this was how it would always be. That was until the Toad entered her life.

The Toad had contacted her a few months earlier. He had access to videos from her past that were more than salacious. He threatened a co-ordinated timed drop of all of them with her employer, her parents, and her husband. Unless, of course, she did something for him. She would of course lose her job, and he had threatened that even if she could find another job, he would just email the video to any future employers. Dan would be devastated. Dan knew about her past work webcamming, but it was one thing knowing it in theory, another knowing that all his friends would see his wife eating out the pussy of another woman, or be fucked by her wearing a strapon. She thought the humiliation would be too much for him. There was no way he would stay with her after that. No, she would have no job, no husband and absolutely no family to turn to. If her parents ever saw those videos…., she shuddered. Best not to think about that. She felt that she would be hunted by every person of Indian heritage in the world if the video got out.

The first time she acceded to his requests wasn’t too bad. She had gone to his place to try to reason with him, then when she could see he was determined gone on in the hope that if she dressed up as he asked and gave him a handjob that it would end there. It hadn’t. These things never do she realized.

Each month, she received an email the week before telling her the script and what she must do, and each time the requests got worse and worse. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this! Once again, she considered ways in which she might kill him all the way home!

While she had been going through hell at the Toad’s place, her husband Dan had been on a business trip. He had a Sales conference to attend. When he saw her he was extremely attentive to the point where Ria began to feel uncomfortable. After the events of the day she just wanted to curl up and sleep. However Dan was overly amorous and with Ria not wishing to discourage him, they made love. He was incredibly attentive and loving, fucking her more enthusiastically and lustfully than she could remember. It was incredible and she swore she could feel the earth move. The contrast between this sensual beautiful loving sex and the grotesque parody of it she had gone through at the Toad’s place burned at her, but as Dan drifted off to content and peaceful sleep Ria started to sob quietly to herself. Dan was having an affair. She was sure of it and the sex confirmed it. She found herself unable to hate Dan, so her fear and pain found a different focus. She loathed the Toad and now somewhere deep within her sparked a small white-hot flame of vengeance.