Chapter 2: Help Me Help You
Meliza stood frozen, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, as she peeked through the narrow slit in the dojo door. The room was a symphony of grunts, clashing fists, and sweaty bodies, all orchestrated by Karan. He was a commanding sight, his muscular frame dominating the mat, his dark hair slicked back with sweat, and his eyes burning with intensity. She could feel her palms growing clammy, her breath hitching as she watched him spar with his teammates. His body moved like a well-oiled machine, each punch and kick a testament to his skill and power.
One by one, he overpowered his team mates. Each team member that lost packed his gym bag, and left after promising to take Karan down the next day. After the last of the team mates left, Karan stood alone in the center of the mat, catching his breath, his broad chest rising and falling with each exhale. Reaching for a towel, he started wiping the sweat
off his face and neck.
Meliza took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do, and stepped into the dojo. Karan looked up, his eyes widening slightly when he saw her.
"Hey, Meliza," he said, his deep voice echoing in the empty room. "What are you doing here. This isn't the library you know." He said laughing.
Meliza looked down at her body self-consciously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Yeah, I know. But I was just... watching. You're really good, you know?" she blurted out, her cheeks reddening.
Karan smirked, a lopsided smile that sent a shiver down Meliza's spine. "Thanks. I've been practicing a while."
Meliza nodded, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding his gaze. "Um, that's not the only reason I'm here."
Karan raised an eyebrow, eyeing her curiously. "Oh yeah?
What's the other reason then?" Karan asked, his voice dropping to a low rumble. He took a step closer, his towering figure making Meliza feel even smaller than she already was.
She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. "I-I was wondering if you could teach me some self-defense," she admitted, finally meeting his gaze. "With the news and everything, I just feel... unsafe, you know?"
Karan's expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I get it. It's scary out there right now." He paused, looking her up and down.
She could see the wheels turning in his head, his gaze lingering a little too long on her curves. She shifted uncomfortably, crossing her arms over her chest.
"And a girl as hot as you would be a magnet for sex offenders."
Meliza blushed. She had never thought of herself as being remotely attractive to guys. For Karan to call her 'hot' was just unreal.
"So, you wanna learn to fight? You sure you can handle it?" He asked, breaking her train of thought, a hint of challenge in his voice.
Meliza lifted her chin, a stubborn yet unsure expression in her eyes, "I think so."
Karan smirked, "Alright then, tough girl. But guys who attack you won't be playing fair. You don't need martial arts training. What you need is street fighting skills."
Karan's gaze lingered on her, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made Meliza's heart pound harder. "And if you can't defend yourself, you know what your attacker would do, right?"
Karan asked, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone, his eyes locked on her ample cleavage.
Meliza gulped, her mind racing with images of the news reports she had seen. "Y-Yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'd be fucked, quite literally."
"Exactly. That's why you need to learn to fight dirty. I'll teach you moves that will incapacitate your attacker and give you a chance to escape. But if you can't, well, it's better to be prepared for the worst, right?" Karan said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Meliza felt a shiver run down her spine. "What do you mean?" She asked.
Her voice was barely a whisper, her heart pounding like a jackhammer.
Karan let out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving hers. "What I mean is, if you can't get away, you need to know how to fight back. And I'm not talking about fighting fair. I'm talking about gouging eyes, biting, kneeing the groin, anything to give you a chance to get away."
Meliza nodded, her mind racing with the images of her recent experience. She had been completely at the mercy of Rajat. She hadn't known what to do, hadn't known how to fight back.
"And if your attacker overpowers you, then you should be prepared to get fucked -- as you just put it." Karan said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But if you're going to get fucked, you might as well learn to enjoy it, right?"
Meliza's eyes widened in shock. "What? No! That's not what I want!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Karan chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "I'm just saying, if you're going to get fucked, you might as well learn to enjoy it. And who better to teach you than me?" He said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Meliza's mind was racing. "What are you saying?"
"What I am saying is this -- I will be happy to train you and won't even charge a fee. What are friends for right? But, I won't train you in martial arts. We will simulate attacks and you have to defend yourself. If you lose, I'll do what any attacker would do." he added with a smirk.
Meliza's heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She had never heard anyone talk like this before. It was crude, vulgar, and yet, there was something oddly compelling about it. She couldn't help but feel a strange thrill course through her body.
"You will fuck me?"
"Only if you can't defend yourself," Karan said.
"With protection right?"
"You think your attacker is going to be pausing to put a condom on?" Karan asked.
"This isn't some romantic fantasy, Meliza. It's harsh, it's brutal, and it's raw. Just like the real world."
Meliza looked down at her hands, her fingernails biting into her palms. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her breath coming in short gasps. This was insane, right? She was agreeing to let Karan...attack her?
"I don't know, Karan," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is... this is crazy."
Karan took a step closer, his large frame towering over her. And then he ripped her top, tearing it off her body in one smooth motion.
"What are you doing?" she stumbled back, shocked.
"You are being attacked Meliza," he said staring at her heaving breasts, "now defend yourself." Meliza was frozen in shock.
Karan grabbed an ankle and pulled. Meliza lost her balance and fell backwards on the sparring mattress.
Karan, now on top of her, pinned her arms above her head, his weight heavy and dominant. She squirmed, trying to free herself, but his grip was like a vice.
"Stop struggling, little girl," Karan growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Defend yourself or get ready to be fucked."
Meliza's breath hitched as she looked into Karan's intense eyes. She could see the lust burning in their depths, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to kick out, but Karan easily blocked her attempts, his thighs trapping her legs.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She was scared, but also strangely aroused.
Karan's mouth was on her breasts, kissing, licking and biting her exposed skin. He pulled her bra strap off one shoulder and exposed one breast.
"God you are HOT! I am so going to enjoy fucking you," he said in a growl before taking her nipple in his mouth.
He sucked hard, biting down on her nipple, making her squirm beneath him. Fuck, it hurt, but at the same time, it felt good.
She could feel her pussy getting wetter as he sucked on her nipple. She wriggled her body, trying to free herself from his hold, but it was no use. He was too strong.
Karan lifted his head, looking down at her with a wicked grin. "You not going to defend your honor girl?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
She remembered this was her first training session and tried to fight back. But Karan was too strong and had her pinned down. She twisted and turned, trying to throw him off, but he was like a fucking immovable mountain. She writhed and bucked, trying to dislodge him, but all it did was rub her pussy against his groin, making her even wetter.
Karan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. "You're only making it harder for yourself, little girl," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "But don't worry, I like a challenge."
He released her arms and she immediately started clawing at him, trying to scratch his face, his eyes, anything she could reach.
He ducked and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head again. Turning her around, he unclasped her bra and ripped it off her body.
"Attack or be attacked," he said, as Meliza covered her naked breasts with her hands.
Taking a deep breath, she lunged at him. He side-stepped easily, toppling her. As she went down, he grabbed her skirt, tearing it and ripping it off her body.
Down to her panties, she felt helpless. She knew she had to fight, but part of her, wanted Karan to just fuck her senseless.
Before she knew what was happening, Karan had tied her wrists with her bra. Spreading her legs wide, he kissed and licked her pussy over her panties. Meliza moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. Her pussy was on fire, her clit throbbing with need. She could feel her juices soaking through her panties, and she knew she was in deep trouble.
Karan slipped a finger under her panties and rubbed her clit, making her buck her hips. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You're fucking soaked, little girl. You like being attacked, or are you wet for me?"
She didn't know how to answer that, and she didn't get a chance to either. Moving her panties aside, he took her in his mouth, his tongue sliding into her.
Meliza groaned in pleasure, involuntarily thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy in Karan's mouth.
He chuckled, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. He sucked hard on her clit, making her see stars. She was going to come, and she was going to come hard.
"Oh God, Karan, please...don't stop," she begged, her voice a panting plea.
In response, he gently bit on her clit, driving her over the edge. "FUCK!" she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his tongue as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Karan pulled back, his face glistening with her juices. "You taste fucking delicious, Meliza," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. He stood up and quickly undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum.
Meliza looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire.
She had never seen a cock that big before. It was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. Her pussy clenched at the sight, her body aching for more.
And then he was inside her. But there was no pain. Just pure pleasure as his hardness filled her depths. He stretched her, filled her, making her feel whole in a way that made her gasp. Karan looked down at her, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to move. Slow at first, his thick cock sliding in and out of her, forcing moans from her lips. He was carefully moving, not wanting to hurt her, but she could still feel every inch of him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice a low growl. "You feel amazing."
Meliza could only nod, her eyes closed as she tried to adjust to his size. She could feel every ridge, every vein.
He was hitting spots deep inside her that she didn't know existed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, wanting more.
Karan started moving in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly picking up the tempo till he was pounding her hard and deep. Meliza could feel every hard inch of him, stretching her, filling her. She felt like she was going to be split in half and it felt fucking amazing.
"Oh fuck, Karan, I am going to cum again." She moaned, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He started to thrust faster, his hard cock slamming into her with punishing force. Meliza gasped with each thrust, her body jolting with every impact.
"Oh god, Karan," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
Karan only chuckled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He kept fucking her, driving her closer and closer to her second orgasm of the day. And then hit hit, violently shaking her body from head to toe. This time, it was different. Her orgasm was intense, electrifying, and utterly mind-blowing.
Karan was on the verge of his own climax but kept drilling her till her orgasm passed. Pulling out of her, he shot his load all over her belly.
Thick, hot ropes of his cum hit her body, marking her as his. Meliza's eyes widened as she felt the warm liquid splash against her skin. She looked down, watching as Karan's cum dripped down her body.
"Holy fuck," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
She lay on the mattress, completely spent, sweating, beathing heavily. Once his cock stopped leaking cum, Karan put on his pants and then his t-shirt, his eyes never leaving her naked body.
"You can't just lay here all night you know," he said extending a hand. She took his hand and he made her stand up.
"My clothes are torn," she said looking at her torn top and skirt, she piked up her bra and panties and put them on.
"Sorry about that," he said pulling an extra t-shirt and shorts out of his gym bag and tossing them at her, "they may not fit but better this than going home in bra and panties I guess." he said chuckling.
Meliza slipped on the t-shirt and shorts. They were baggy on her, but they were better than nothing. She looked up at Karan, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. She had never experienced anything like this before. The raw, brutal nature of their encounter had left her shaken, but at the same time, it had awakened something primal within her.
"Is this...is this how it's going to be every time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Karan's eyes darkened as he looked her up and down. He let out a low growl, his voice thick with lust.
"No, every time will be different. You'll never know what to expect from me, just like you won't know what to expect from an attacker. I might fuck you till you scream, or I might make you beg for my cock. I might pull your hair, or I might spank your ass red. I might fuck your pussy, or ass or make you suck my cock. But till you can get away or beat me, you will take it. Understood?"
Meliza nodded, her breath hitching as she felt a fresh wave of arousal pool between her legs. She couldn't believe how much this was turning her on.
Karan stepped closer, his voice a low rumble, "come better prepared tomorrow, if you decide to show up." He said. "Now, let me drop you home. It's late and I don't want you going home alone."
Meliza hadn't expected this caring, gentle side of him. She had only seen him as the tough, dominating fighter, but this was a new side of Karan.
"Thank you," she muttered, meekly following him out of the gym as he led her to his bike.