\nTamannaah Forced By Fan English Part 3<\/a><\/p>\n
\u201cTamannaah?\u201d the man said suddenly. Tamannaah jumped, startled, then focused on him and said, \u201cWhat is it?\u201d\u201cUm, hi,\u201d the man said. \u201cMy name is Ravi and, um, I worked as a production assistant on your Entertainment movie, five years ago. Do you, um, do you remember me?\u201dTamannaah\u2019s first impulse was to tell the guy that she would have no reason to remember some nobody production assistant, but she checked it; one of the first things she\u2019d ever learned in Bollywood was that the place was loaded with weirdos, perverts and losers, and she had to be careful. This guy could have been telling her the truth, but he could just as easily be trying to catch her off guard.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/div>\nSo instead of just putting him in his place, she paused and pulled her sunglasses down, pretending that she was trying to recognize him. What she was really doing was committing his face to memory; that way, if he did anything creepy, she\u2019d be able to pick him out of a line up.<\/p>\n
Ravi (if that was his real name) was in his mid thirties, about six feet tall, 200 approximate pounds, brown hair and eyes, a little bit pudgy, acne scars on his cheeks, blue work shirt and jeans, and thoroughly awash in a dork aura. Tamannaah suspected that even if she had met him five years ago she would have forgotten him about five seconds later.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sure,\u201d she said, forcing herself to smile, \u201cI remember you.\u201d It was best to humor these types. \u201cWhat can I do for you, Ramu? Do you want an autograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Ravi,\u201d Ravi said. He was fidgeting slightly and obviously trying not to wring his hands together.
\n\u201cAnd, um, no, I don\u2019t want an autograph. Or, actually, that would be cool. But that\u2019s not why I, um, why I stopped you. I was wondering, Tamannaah, if you would maybe, um, like to um, go out with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was all Tamannaah could do to keep from laughing in his face. Go out with him? Was he out of his mind? Did he know who she was?<\/p>\n
\u201cGee, Ramu, I dunno,\u201d she said as she let her gaze drift to her left. She was looking for her car. \u201cI
\ndon\u2019t usually go out with guys\u2026 well, like you.\u201d Oh, shit that was the wrong thing to say. \u201cI mean, you seem nice and everything.\u201d Yeah, right. \u201cBut, you know, we\u2019re not really friends or anything. But I\u2019d be glad to sign something for you. You know, your autograph book or whatever.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was her car. Her darling land rover. It was already three years old and still worth more than this
\ncreep made in a decade. Unfortunately, it seemed a really long way away. Didn\u2019t this parking lot have a
\nsecurity guard?<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Ravi,\u201d Ravi said again, and the tone of his voice made Tamannaah return her gaze to him. He sounded pissed for some reason. Kinda looked it too. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want your autograph. It was nice meeting you, Tamannaah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ravi turned and walked away, hands crammed into his pockets. Tamannaah watched him for a moment, wondering what that was all about, then she too turned and resumed walking to her car. She tried to get her mind back on the meeting, the possible deal, but for some reason she couldn\u2019t. The incident with Ramu had left her feeling unsettled.<\/p>\n
There was definitely something not right about him. Fans usually didn\u2019t just leap out at you like that, or ask for a date right out of the blue. And they always wanted an autograph. Even stalkers wanted autographs. So, what was the deal with this guy? Had to be a very wrong number. Maybe she should plunk down the money for a bodyguard. Yeah, a bodyguard. That was a good idea. Nice big handsome body guard.<\/p>\n
With that problem solved, Tamannaah was able to return to the dilemma of what to do about this new project. She recalled that, during the meeting, that one guy, the producer guy, she couldn\u2019t remember his stupid name, he\u2019d spent most of his time working her tits over with his eyes. Maybe that was the key, she thought. Play up to him, flirt with him, let him think he\u2019s going to get some. Hell, maybe even give him some. He was a fairly good looking guy, despite that he was old enough to be her daddy.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/div>\nYes, it was slutty, sleeping with the producer, but it wouldn\u2019t the first time. Not even the fiftieth. Sex had almost always been a bargaining tool for her. If you wanted to be a success in Bollywood, you had to face that reality. Sometimes you had to put out just to survive.<\/p>\n
That was how she\u2019d gotten that role on Konchem Ishtam Konchem Kashtam, and also how she\u2019d landed the starring role in Chand Sa Roshan Chehra\u00a0(and lost her cherry, too). It got easier after that, especially after Entertainment, but there were still times when she had to at least tolerate some creep trying to get into her pants.<\/p>\n
Not that she didn\u2019t like men. She was straight (for the most part, anyway), she loved to fuck, and, if she was with the right guy, she could have totally mad fun. But \u201cthe right guy\u201d was almost a myth in Bollywood. It was a world in which the assholes ruled, they lived in the woodwork, and they came out at the mere presence of a hot young chick. Sometimes they jumped out at you in parking lots.<\/p>\n
Tamannaah finally reached her car and paused to get her keys out of her purse. She was still somewhat deep in thought (as deep as she could get, anyway), and so didn\u2019t notice the man in the ski mask coming around from the back of the van parked in front of her car. He came up behind her, walking almost casually, and without a word reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. He instantly yanked on it, hard enough to pull her off balance and sending her sunglasses flying.<\/p>\n
Tamannaah dropped to her knees and gave up a surprised yelp, but she had no time to make any other kind of noise before the man\u2019s fist smashed into her temple, causing her to fall sideways onto the asphalt. She managed to call out, \u201cRamu, help me!\u201d before the man kicked her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Tamannaah doubled over, in part from the pain and in part from an instinctive attempt to roll into a ball. It didn\u2019t do her any good.<\/p>\n
He kicked her again, then bent over and hit her several times with his fist, on the head, the shoulders, and on her arms when she brought them up to try to protect herself. She cried out again, but it was a low, frightened sound that didn\u2019t attract any attention. When he was done hitting her, the man grabbed her by the arms and seemingly without effort hauled her up to her feet. He wrapped one arm around her midsection and clapped a hand over her mouth.<\/p>\n
Tamannaah struggled feebly as the man carried her like a rag doll to the van. The side door was open and he easily tossed her through it. Tamannaah landed roughly on the carpeted floor, and a moment later the man in the ski mask was in the van with her and sliding the door closed.<\/p>\n
Tamannaah, though stunned and disoriented, managed to get to her knees and crawl to the back door of the van. She grabbed the handle and pulled but found it locked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp me!\u201d she called out desperately. \u201cRamu, help me, please!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t fight me, bitch,\u201d he told her in a rough voice, \u201cor I\u2019ll beat you to death. You understand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease\u2026.\u201d Tamannaah begged, \u201cplease don\u2019t hurt me. Please don\u2019t hurt me\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cToo late for that, you stupid cunt. But if you don\u2019t wanna die, you\u2019ll keep your shitty mouth shut and you won\u2019t yell anymore or try to get away.\u201d The man hit her hard on the shoulder. \u201c\u2018Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes\u2026.yes\u2026.\u201d Tamannaah said, weeping now. \u201cJust please don\u2019t hurt me anymore\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd no more goddamn talking.\u201d The man smacked her on the back of the head. \u201cNow, lie down on the floor and don\u2019t move.\u201d<\/p>\n Tamannaah did as she was told, laying flat on her stomach with her arms out at her sides. The man in the ski mask went to a tool box against a side wall and opened it up, took out four items. He set them next to Tamannaah\u2019s prone body, then picked one of the items up. It was a roll of duct tape. He tore off a strip, then grabbed a handful of Tamannaah\u2019s hair and pulled, making her yelp. He slapped the tape over her mouth, then let go of her hair.<\/p>\n Tamannaah let her face fall back to the carpet. The next item the man picked up was a pair of handcuffs. He grabbed one of Tamannaah\u2019s arms, yanked it behind her back, and secured one of the cuffs around her wrist. He did the same with her other arm, and now Tamannaah was handcuffed and laying flat on the floor, her breasts getting painfully mashed beneath her. She was crying now, loudly and desperately, but because of the duct tape the sounds were greatly muffled.<\/p>\n The next item was another pair of handcuffs. The man picked these up and hooked them onto one of the belt loops on his jeans, then bent over and grabbed Tamannaah by her arms. He roughly pulled her up to her knees, then dragged her over to a spot next to his tool box. There was a horseshoe shaped bar there, each end of which was welded to the wall. He forced her to sit with her back to it, then secured one cuff around the bar and the other around the chain between the two cuffs around Tamannaah\u2019s wrists. She was now manacled to the wall and completely unable to escape.<\/p>\n The man slapped Tamannaah\u2019s face once, then reached for the last item he\u2019d taken from his tool box: a long sharp butcher knife. He held it up in front of Tamannaah\u2019s face, only an inch from her eyes, and told her, \u201cYou give me any trouble at all, you filthy whore, and I\u2019ll shove this up your cunt and fuck you with it till you\u2019re dead.\u201d Tamannaah moaned pitifully.<\/p>\n The man pulled the knife back a bit, and with his other hand he grabbed the front of her blouse. He yanked on it, snapping all the buttons and exposing her chest. Tamannaah was wearing a black lace bra, obviously designed to push her breasts together and make them look larger. The man grabbed at the bra, pulled it out, and sliced it between the cups with the knife. The bra fell open and Tamannaah\u2019s breasts spilled out into full view.<\/p>\n They were magnificent breasts, full and round, slightly pointed, and topped with small pink nipples. The man in the ski mask ogled them for a few moments, then dropped his knife and with both hands began fondling them. He was rough, squeezing and pulling and pinching them, causing Tamannaah to whimper with more pain. He ignored her. He continued to play with her breasts for another minute, slapped each of them a few times, then picked up his knife again.<\/p>\n Next he pulled Tamannaah\u2019s skirt up to her waist, which was a bit of a difficult task, since she was sitting on a portion of it. Once he had it up, however, he used his knife to cut away her panties, standard white cotton things with tiny pink flowers on them, like a little girl\u2019s underwear. He tossed the panties to the side, then jerked her knees open. Now he could see her cunt.<\/p>\n And it was a beautiful cunt. Full and womanly, slightly swollen lips (probably from getting fucked by every guy with money she came in contact with), and covered with a healthy bush of dark blonde hair.<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d the man said to her, \u201cyou\u2019re a natural blonde. Imagine that.\u201d He jammed one finger into her, all the way up to his third knuckle, then pulled it out and put the tip of his knife up to her opening. Tamannaah squirmed and whimpered some more. \u201cJust remember what I told you. You give me any bullshit, any kind of bullshit at all, and you get this up your snatch. Now, leave your legs just like they are. Don\u2019t close em.\u201d<\/p>\n He moved away from her, back to his toolbox, and took out a camera. He moved back in front of her, but as far to the other side of the van as he could get, then took several pictures of her as she sat there, handcuffed and weeping, tape over her mouth, tits hanging out, and her cunt exposed like a golden treasure.<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-DeEUEdvom2U\/XkpG0AQ95TI\/AAAAAAAABig\/l-6HpPHZGo80-lcYvb2kWOjx947LAUknQCPcBGAYYCw\/s320\/sexy-tamanna-in-bikini-pictures_Easy-Resize.com%2B%25281%2529.jpg\")
<\/a>That was all she had time to do before the man closed in on her, grabbing her by the hair again and slapping her several times across the face. Tamannaah cried out from the pain, and tears began to spill from her eyes. The man shoved her down onto the floor, jamming her lovely face down into the carpet, and for the first time spoke to her.<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-VCWm2VpqVqE\/XkpJ-KbENkI\/AAAAAAAABjM\/EJTr_tJXhiMHGllUBZegay25vdH1bb0rgCPcBGAYYCw\/s320\/tamanna-bhatia-actress-ki-chut-ki-chudai-photos-tamanna-bhatia-sexy-porn-fuck-images.jpg\")
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