So getting out quick she called her driver Prashant and out they rolled. On the road she rolled down the window and was enjoying the drizzle but this drizzle turned out to be very heavy rain as they drove further from the city. After about 15 kilometers the tracks were muddy. There was no proper road. The surrounding looked so monotonous that she rolled up the windows and sighed. She then checked her mobile. The network strength was down. She was reading one of the unread messages when the car slowed down to a halt. The engine was making full sound but the car just wasn't moving.
"Kya hua.?" she asked anxiously
"gaddi kichad me phas gai ma'am."
"Uf kya musibat hai." she slapped the backseat impatiently. "ab kya kare."
"Is kichad se nikalne ke liye to paanch che logon ko dhakka marna hoga. Thodi dur me ek basti hai. Mai wahi ja kar try karta hu."
The rain had slowed down a little as Prashant got out with a plastic bag over his head and strided towards the left direction.
"Damn this fucking rain" she thought to herself. "I'm going to lose this movie as well..." she sighed and then rested back, irritated. A thousand thoughts were running through her mind when she suddenly heard a knock on the car's door.
She slid down the window a little to see a guy drenched totally in rain and all muddy. When the window lowered he said "please barish chutne tak kya ham aapke car me ashra le sakte hai. Ham barish me pura naha gaye..." he was going to say something but when he bowed to the level of window, he saw Neha. An actress! He didn't expect it! And in her tight shirt her tits looked like bursting out! It made him stop momentarily in awe."
Neha made a wry face and said a rude "No" in reply.
The guy walked back to where his two friends were standing. They were local farmers' kids. Instead of running back to their homes they just wanted to have some fun with whoever was in car. And now that they knew there was an actress....They had a change of plan. They discussed it together and jeered.
The one who had originally approached Neha's car, Shankar, went to her again. He tapped on the window. Neha rolled down her window and yelled "Kya hai. Kyu pareshan kar rahe ho. Ek bar kaha na nahi."
"mai to bas ye puch raha tha ki kya aapko koi madad chahiye. Ham apki gadi kichad se nikal sakte hai."
she looked at her suspiciously. Then thought Prashant was gone for a good half hour and not back yet. So she decided to use whatever help she could get. So she softened her voice into that charming coaxing voice actresses use "Acha tum apne doston ko bolo k dhakka maren. Mai engine start karti hu." he smiled and nodded thinking "Dhakka to ham marenge par car ko nahi."
she walked out to get into the driver's seat as the two other guys walked upto the car upon Shankar calling them. The mud was twice as much as ankle deep. She lost her balance and almost tripped down but Shankar caught him. In the process he got to grope her boobs adequately.
"Ap baithiye ma'am. Mai engine sambhalta hu." he said and almost pushed her into the backseat. By now his two friends had got to the car and were smiling. With their gutka smeared teeth they looked evil to her. "ye kya badtamizi hai!" she screamed. But without heeding Shankar pushed her further and he also entered into the car. He opened one of the front doors for his friends.
Neha had guessed their intentions. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. But who'd come to help her in that muddy, low populated area. That too in a torrential rain.
Shankar held her chin up with one hand and slapped her with the other. "Kutiya kan fad dalegi kya." she was pleading "let me go" but without much ado Shankar pinned her down on the seat as his friends watched.
His hands naturally moved towards those two huge bulging melons so clearly outshaped by being pressed against her shirt. He groped at both of the balls for quite sometime while Neha tried her best to get out of his claws.
He opened the top two buttons of her shirt but instead of tearing the shirt apart, he slid in his hands, feeling the warm smooth curvy and well maintained skin of Neha Dhupia. Neha had closed her eyes now and a tear rolled on her cheek.
Shankar's two pals who were already aroused by seeing a partially wet Neha couldn't control anymore while she was being tortured like this before them. Both of them tried to get into the back seat of the car, cramming it. All three of them laughed at it while Neha's tears continued. But none of the trio seemed to mind her sobs. Krishna and Raj, Shankar's friends, had now taken on to themselves to maul the boobs of Neha, so now Shankar slipped himself a bit down south
shankar started with licking the beautiful belly button of Neha which he exposed by slightly raising her shirt. Both Krishna and Raj were at their tasks dutifully too.
After sometime Shankar grew bored of his activity so he started sliding his hands inside Neha's jeans. This provoked a violent attempts at getting away by Neha who had been just lying inert for some moment. Incidentally one her kicks landed on Krishna's balls who had been leaning over near her feet.
He held his balls and groaned in pain for sometime. He then screamed all of a sudden "Is randi ko to....". His voice reeked anger. He jumped at Neha again and loosened her button and started pulling it off. She tried her best to prevent it by shaking her legs vehemently cause she knew, there'd be no hope for her once her pants get off. She had initially hoped about Prashant returning...But with the rain increasing violently, as was evident from the pitter patter of drops against the glass window, it slowly faded away.
But how could she, a frail actress prevent a muscular, 19 year old farmer lad to have his way? He finally got rid of her jeans. He was really mesmerized by her milky white plump thighs and red panties. He looked up just in time to see that krishna had almost ripped her shirt off, sending the buttons flying off.