My story of being blackmailed into prostitution while in India after running out of cash during my vacation.
Note: I previously posted this story on the XNXX.com forum but I feel here is more appropriate.
Hi. My name is Vivian and this is my story of the time I lived and worked as a prostitute in India. I’m not much of a story writer so I’m going to ask that you forgive me if this reads out more like a report than an actual story but I feel as though I should get this off my chest.
It was 2015 and I was just 26 years old at the time. I am Caucasian, 5 feet & 10 inches tall, thin with a 25 inch waist, gray eyes, raven black hair which reached down to my D-cup breasts and have sleeve tattoos running from my shoulder blades down to my wrists, as well as more on my hips, legs and sides. I even have a black and red, tattoo of a rose around my pussy lips.
Back then, I was still living in the San Francisco Bay Area, working as a tattoo artist and earned a little extra on the side selling my paintings at the marketplace by the Ferry Building. I had also just completed my Masters degree at UC Berkeley and saved up $8,500 for a budget holiday across Asia, not including airfare, but later as it would turn out that wasn’t enough.
Anyway, during my trip across the Asia-Pacific region, I visited New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, the Philippines, Taiwan, Hong Kong and lastly India. Throughout my tour, I tried to budget myself by staying over at cheap backpacker motels and limiting my shopping budget, but I still ended up spending almost all of my money, especially in Singapore and Hong Kong. Because of this, by the time I reached India, I was basically running on fumes.
It was mid-February, I was in Mumbai for a three day visit. Previously I spent a week in Goa, but now I was staying at a backpacker’s motel in Kurla, having only about $220 in cash left in my budget which was fine because I was due to fly out back to the States soon anyway. That morning, I left the motel with only $100 for a quick stroll around the markets. However, when I got back, I found that all my belongings including my plane tickets were gone. The only thing I had on hand with me was ₹3,000, my passport and the clothes on my back.
I was into punk, emo and gothic music at the time (still am), and this was reflected in how I dressed back then. I was wearing a black v-neck, sleeveless, crop top, sleeveless crop top, a black lace choker, a punk, black, chain pleated skirt, fishnet stockings and lastly, black floral lace shorts for my underwear.
To make matters worse, I also didn’t bother getting travel insurance and my pride wouldn’t allow me to just ask my family and friends to wire me more cash, as I’ve already asked them to do that quite a few times already during my time in Hong Kong and Singapore.
I reported it to motel management and while they did help me lodge a report with the police, they also mentioned that they weren’t legally liable for any lost or stolen goods.
The police did a quick investigation of my room and even searched some of the guests in the motel as well, but ultimately found nothing. They concluded that the thief would have been someone who had access to the motel, but is likely gone by now, hence they’d be unlikely to actually find the person who robbed me.
While I’m now normally a decisive person, who generally knows what to do and when to do it, at this point I was just in a state of shock and didn’t know what to do at the time. That said, I was basically open to any suggestion that would come my way.
Still in a state of dazed confusion about what just happened, I went to a nearby coffee place just to get a drink. I did speak with a local travel agent over the phone but they advised that getting me a flight back to San Francisco would cost me at least ₹52,600. While on the phone, I did mention to the travel agency that all my stuff has been stolen and I have no means of going anywhere. Adding to this, my stay at the motel ends in two days. I was suppose to check out of the motel the next day but I was allowed two more days by the motel free of charge in compensation for my stolen stuff.
As I was sitting there, a man in a blue Polo shirt and white pants joined me. He introduced himself as Ravi (not his real name) and told me of how he overheard my conversation. He then told me that he co-manages a “service business” and promised me that I could make up to ₹60,000 or more within four weeks if I work for him.
After beating around the bush, he finally just told me outright that he runs a brothel somewhere in Mumbai and he’d like me to work for him as white prostitutes are a very rare (but not unheard of) commodity in India, with a lot of the white sex workers in India being Russians, Ukrainians and Eastern Europeans in India. He told me that since I’m American, I could fetch a higher price.
As we discussed how this would even work, he said that men would pay ₹200 for blowjobs, ₹750 for vaginal or anal sex and ₹900 to ₹1,000 for the “full treatment” (meaning they can fuck me however they want). I would then receive a “commission” of 1/3 of whatever I earned.
While in retrospect, I should have just asked my friends and family to wire me money via Western Union, my pride at the time, coupled with this fog of desperation in my head wouldn’t let me do that or even consider that as being an option.
After a bit more talking, I finally agreed. He then told me to pack my bags and follow him to his apartment. I was allowed to stay in his guest bedroom and while at the apartment, he also told me to handover my phone, passport and whatever stuff I still had on me. So as to not cause concern for my family back home, Ravi told me to send my parents a message saying that I was going on a camping trip with other backpackers so I will have no phone or internet reception for the next couple of weeks.
While at the apartment, Ravi’s friend Harjot (also not his real name) also came to visit. Harjot was Ravi’s business partner in running his business and Ravi told Harjot all about me.
The two men then set up a camera and ordered me to give them access to my Facebook, Instagram and email (which I did), followed by ordering me to undress. As the camera rolled, I began to undress as they told me to do poses putting my shaved but tattooed pussy, ass and tits in full view of the cameras. They needed it for “marketing” purposes according to Harjot but turns out it was also for blackmail as they later threatened to send it to my family and friends if I tried to report them or back out now. Ravi then, ordered me to pick up the cucumber in front of me and start fucking myself vaginally with it as the camera rolled.
I did what I was told as I sat in front of the camera, legs spread as I slowly pushed the cucumber in and out of my still somewhat dry pussy. It hurt bit at first but the thought of me being completely at the mercy of these two men, dominated and powerless started making me wetter down there. After 20 minutes of filming and photos of me being taken by Ravi, I was told to stop and advised that I could put my clothes back on.
For the rest of the afternoon, I waited and rested in my room at Ravi’s apartment just watching TV mostly as they had my phone. At around 6pm, Ravi and Harjot came back with a five other men who Ravi introduced as his “associates”.
Ravi then told me that the five men agreed to pay him ₹5,000 for a full night with me tonight. Ravi and Harjot will be joining them in fucking me because as they said, they also “want to try out the goods” themselves. I then realized I was about to be gangbanged by these seven men.
Not that I had a choice in the matter, I nodded my head in agreement and was ordered to undress again. I began stripping off my clothes as they circled around me, grabbing and fondling my breasts and running their fingers along my ass crack and pussy lips as I undressed for them.
Ravi then grabs me by the throat and forced me down to my knees as the men around me start taking their dicks out. At their command, I started sucking and jacking off their dicks one by one, moving from one guys cock to the next.
Harjot then grabbed my skull and started basically face fucking me, and 5 minutes later, without warning, he suddenly shoots his cum all over my face, with such force it goes up my nose and open mouth as I gag a bit. His cock twitches, as cum lands all over and covers my lips and bare breasts.
As I tried to get up, two men on either side of me grab my arms and hold them out to either side of me. They then drag me to and lay me down on a bed; tied by hands to the bedposts above my head as they spread open my legs which were being forced wide open by two men to either side of me. While tying me down to the bed and spreading me wide, they also started undressing themselves.
The men started playing with my body, fingering my pussy, sucking on my tits and later making me suck them off as well. They then also got some lube and started applying it to my pussy as they finger fucked me and one of the men even got out another beer bottle which he shoved right into my still tight but now lubed up cunt. The shock of the bottle entering me, coupled with the still cold sensation of the empty beer bottle made me yelp out in shock and pleasure, while also sending a chill up my spine.
After a few minutes of being bottle fucked, I then felt the object pull out of me as Ravi who was actually quite overweight, then climbed on top of me laying his full weight on my petite body. He then slid his 5½ inch cock into my sore pussy, as I felt the length of his penis slide up into my now wet and freshly violated cunt.
Ravi fucked me in a slow but steady pace at first but gradually picked up speed as I felt him thrusting harder and faster in and out of me. His fucking of me lasted a good 10 minutes while the two men on other side of me, took turns face fucking me.
As Ravi came closer and closer to climax, I found myself moaning and gasping for breath. As he picked up the pace, he finished off by shooting his cum deep into my still sore and well fucked pussy. Ravi pulled out and climbed off me, only for another man to then climb on top of me, inserting his nearly 6 inch cock into my pussy as he took his turn to fuck me as well.
I spent the next few hours being held down and gang banged by every man in the room as they all took their turns on me bareback.
They eventually untied my arms but only so they can fuck me in other positions. They bent me over a table, taking me from behind, both vaginally and anally, they made me ride them, reverse cowgirl style, which was difficult as my legs and pelvis were sore and starting to hurt and double penetrating me, as one man lifted me to take my ass from behind, while another man took my pussy from the front.
During my fucking, they also made me drink some more alcohol to help me deal with the physical stress of it as well as mitigate my resistance as I did try to close my legs on multiple occasions as they were fucking me or eating out my pussy. The men, who weren’t fucking me, were also taking videos and photos of me on their phones and after two hours of these guys taking turns fucking me in different positions throughout the night, I eventually passed out.
The next morning, I was woken up by Ravi, telling me to take a bath. I was still sore from the night before but I could feel that both my pussy and ass were dripping with cum, as I wobbled a bit trying to get up and walk. My hair, breasts and face were also covered in cum.
After taking a shower, still naked, I was told to get into a small van with tinted windows. Ravi then put a blindfold over my eyes as we drove off. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at a slum area, just in the outskirts of Mumbai. My blindfold was removed as I was led out of the van and we walked on foot as I was taken on foot to a three storey, gated building just a block away. As I was walked towards the building with Harjot firmly grabbing my right arm people around me were staring at my naked body. “This is the first time they’ve seen a white woman naked” said Harjot. He went on to mention that the people there know about the building and the other women taken there were also walked out in the open naked.
Inside the compound, there were about 10 to 14 other girls in this building, all naked and two or three in each room and the place was guarded by three men who served as caretakers of the building and also kept us girls in line. We were kept naked in the building, with our clothes and belongings confiscated to deter us from leaving or escaping. Most of the girls there were Indian, one of them was a migrant from Nepal and I was the only Westerner there.
I was put into a room with a girl named Sneha who was a petite 18 year old. She was about 4 feet tall and came from an upper middle class family. When I asked her how she got here, she said, that she voluntarily sold herself into this business to pay off her debts. She was from Bangalore but as far as her family knew, she was only studying in Mumbai and working part-time as a receptionist.
Sneha has been in the brothel for over a month now. She told me of how the photos of the girls here would be plastered on the walls of the lobby, while the customers would pick which one of us they’d like to fuck and the men would just wait their turn in the lobby or in the courtyard downstairs. She then told me of how the guards/caretakers themselves would also have their pick of us and sometimes even take the girl they chose back home to their place for the night.
Later that afternoon, we could see from the windows that customers were starting to arrive. One of the guards came in, grabbed my arm and brought me down to the lobby downstairs. Word spread that they had a white woman in the brothel and wanted to show me off to the customers waiting down at the lobby.
I was exotic to them as not only was I white but the fact my body was covered in tattoos was a huge turn on for them, as women here in India typically don’t have tattoos on their bodies, or at least not to the extent I had. What then ensued was essentially a bidding war as they were arguing as to who would get to fuck me first, but after a few minutes of them arguing, the guards then grabbed me by the arm again and took me to an empty bedroom.
A minute or two later, a customer came in and started undressing. Over the next 6 hours men, one after another would come in and out of the room I was in, sometimes in pairs to take their turn fucking me. I could also hear from the hallways of moaning and screaming as the other girls were being used as well.
After the brothel closed for the night, I was covered in dried and wet cum, my body was aching, my pussy was sore as cum dripped out of it and I was fucked by over 15 guys over a 6 hour period. During that time, I did ask some of the men fucking me how much they paid for me. According to them, due to my rarity (for lack of a better word), they were paying anywhere between ₹2,000 to ₹3,000 to use me. Apparently, one of the customers who fucked me earlier that afternoon was actually a rather wealthy local businessman came back demanding to just outright buy me for ₹75,000 (which would have been around $850 to $900 at the time) but they explained that I was only for rent and not for sale.
I just laid there sore, cum covered and exhausted, naively thinking that I was done for the night. However, just then, two of the guards came in, grabbed me and dragged me to the bathroom ordering me to take a shower as they wanted to take their turns to fuck me as well. I begged them to let me rest for the night but for that, I just received a hard slap across my face.
After I washed myself, I was then led to another bedroom upstairs, but after a bit more pleading (and a couple more slaps to my face), they agreed to a compromise and offered to get another girl to join me as well to take some of the pressure of me.
As I was on my knees sucking and jerking off two of the guards, the third guard came back, bringing with him Sneha. She was still disheveled, cum covered and sore from her own abuse earlier that afternoon, as Shneha wasn’t given a chance to get cleaned up before she was brought in.
The two of us (Sneha and I) then spent the next few hours being fucked by the three guards in various positions. I would be bent over on the floor with my face pressed down onto the ground as a guy took me from behind one minute, and the next, I’d be on a table, laying on my back as one guard got between my legs, while I suck off another to the side of me. Sneha was a loud little girl, as she moaned and screamed loudly as she was being fucked herself.
As the night went on, I found myself laying on my back, gasping and lightly moaning, getting my pussy fucked by the man between my legs, while Sneha sat on top of me with her pussy directly above my face as she held my legs open, giving the man inside me better access to my pussy. As I laid there, I could see Sneha’s cum dripping pussy directly in front of me as cum dripped from her pussy lips into my open mouth. I don’t know what came over me but without warning, I grabbed Sneha’s hips and latched my mouth onto Sneha’s pussy to lick and suck the cum straight out of her small, tight cunt, causing the petite Indian girl on top of me to yelp out in shock.
Doing this caused the men around us to go crazy, cheering and hollering at us as this is probably the first time they’ve ever seen girl-on-girl action before. Sneha was moaning and breathing heavily as I ate out her pussy, while she was still on top of me, holding my legs open for the other guy who was now taking his turn, sliding his cock into my cunt.
Over the next four weeks, I would be fucked by 180 to 200 men, as well as the guards and Ravi and Harjot when they came over to check on us. Ravi and Harjot were quite successfully in marketing me, with many a lot of customers traveling as far as Mumbai, Bangalore and Kolkata coming over just to fuck me. There also a number of instances where a couple of more wealthy Indian customers (one a businessman and the other a real-estate developer) would actually push hard to just buy me, offering to pay anywhere between $1,000 to $3,000 for me, but Ravi refused to outright sell me each time.
Sneha and I also got quite close as we shared a room together and while Sneha herself was straight, I am, well mostly straight but more open to doing it with women as well, so as a favor, when we had some down time, Sneha would also help me relax and relieve some of my stress by eating out my pussy for me. She wasn’t into it but she was amazingly good at it, bringing me to climax every time. In turn, I would suck on her small tits and eat out her pussy as well, although as she was straight, I don’t think she actually enjoyed it. I guess me eating her out and sucking on her small breasts was also just for me.
After four weeks, my time was up and according to Ravi, I made over ₹300,000, and in turn I was given my cut which was ₹75,000 as well as my clothes and stuff back. A few more days later I finally bought a plane ticket back to the States.
Yes, I know I was underpaid but at this point, I just wanted out.
Epilogue:
Obviously, since the men fucking me were all going bareback and since I didn’t have my birth control pills on me, yes, I did get pregnant and nine months later, I was at the San Mateo Medical Center giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. For obvious reasons, I’m not going to reveal my daughter’s name here.
I told my family that the father of my child was a man I had a one night stand with. They’re quite liberal and supportive but needless to say, they’d be mortified if they actually knew how I got pregnant or where I actually was during those four weeks. Yes, I did get tested and by some miracle, I did not contract any STDs.
I also managed to connect with Sneha on Facebook later on as well. She was kept at the brothel for five more months to repay her debt and by the time she was released, she was already four months pregnant. She just told her parents that the father of her child was a fellow classmate of hers, but has since abandoned her to go over to the U.K. She didn’t tell them of how she actually got pregnant.