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Subject: {ASSM} Maid In India. (M+/F, Humil, Tort, blackmail, nc, anal, celeb)
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Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 03:10:03 -0400
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Hey everyone,

This is my first story to be posted on this group. Since I am Indian,
most of my stories revolve around characters that are from our film
industry nicknamed Bollywood. (Incidentally, Bollywood is the largest
film industry in the world.)

This story revolves around a Bollywood starlet called Kareena Kapoor.
The closest match in terms of a western star would be Britney Spears.
Bebo (as Kareena is known) is just as big a loud mouth and as terribly
attractive, while being just as bitchy, as Britney.

Some sentences in the story are in Hindi/Marathi, but it's easy enough
to figure
out what's being said from the context. 

I have been an avid reader of the stories posted at asstr-mirror.org. My all
time favorite being Dr. Wu's Tiffany Daniels series. As you will
notice, some parts of this story have been thoroughly 'inspired' from
those stories.

Do give me feedback on this story. You can get me at:
smokingfang[A_T]yahoo.com

I am posting the first three chapters today and will post the others
soon after.

Regards,

SF

The story begins here:

Chapter 1: The one with the accident.

Kareena was quite drunk. Ignoring better advice, she drove her new
Skoda in that inebriated state. As luck would have it, she lost
control and managed to get into an accident. The car had a large
scratch on the side, but that was not what worried her, it was what
she had managed to brush. It was a police van.

As she stopped and rolled down the window, she saw that there was a
young inspector and a havaldar behind him. This was a stroke of luck.
Young men had always been easy to handle for Kareena.

"Madam, you were going at 100. Do you know this is a 30 kmph zone?"

"Really inspector? I didn't know... but you know what, I was at least
doing a 120!" She turned on her most cutesy smile. She could see the
havaldar's knees going numb. The inspector remained passive.

"I need to see your license please." 

Kareena made a mock show of searching for it. Then she looked up, and
giving another affected smile, said: "You know the strangest thing! I
seem to have lost my purse!"

"Have you been drinking?" he asked after a pause.

"Nothing much inspector, only three shots of tequila" 

"Are you aware that it is a crime to drink and drive? I'm sorry madam.
I'm going to have to impound the car. Pandu here will drop you home."

It was Kareena's turn to remain silent. She speculated. Then she
opened her purse and took out a 500 rupee note. Her hand moved
languorously toward the pocket of the inspector's trousers. The back
of her hand brushed heavily against his crotch and she cooed: "Oops!",
then pouted a flying kiss. As she shoved the note into his pocket she
said: "Rakh lo, and let me go."

The inspector took out the note, neatly folded it in half and returned
it to a surprised Kareena. Then he opened the door from outside.

"Please step outside madam. You can collect you car from the police
station tomorrow... Pandu madam na ghari pochav" he said addressing the
havaldar.

Pandu came ahead immediately and mumbled a few words. Kareena was too
perplexed to say anything. Not only had her charm completely failed,
this inspector had even refused to let her off! She quietly got out of
the car and sat in the Jeep. She then gave the inspector a spiteful
look. He just smiled. "Pandurang will tell you where to come. Be there
tomorrow at 9 a.m."

Kareena threw him another bitchy look as he got into the car and drove
away. She looked after her new car...

"Madam, kuthe jaaychaaye? Kidhar ko janeka?" she heard the exasperated
havaldar asking. He had asked her this for the fifteenth time.

She mumbled out the address and then drifted off to sleep.

End of Chapter 1.


Chapter 2: The one with the Arrangement.

When Kareena got up the next morning she had a heavy head. She hated
these `morning-after's . She looked at the watch.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, "it's fuckin' 10 o'clock! I have to get to the
police station!"

She finished off her morning rituals as quickly as she could and then
rummaged through her bag for the address of the police station that
the havaldar had written down for her.

"SHANTAAAA!" she yelled. Shanta, the kamwali, came running. "Shanta
isko padho. Kya likha hain address?"

Kareena prided herself on not knowing how to read any of the Indian
languages. She wasn't even aware that Hindi (which she knew somewhat)
and Marathi shared the same script.

Having figured out the address she wrote it out in English. She then
asked the driver to take out the old Maruti 800. She wore goggles and
tied a scarf around her head. She didn't want to be noticed. The press
was way too nosy these days. One whiff and they'd brand her a
drunkard. She didn't want to be turned into another Manisha by those
hounds.

They drove to the police station. She stepped out and ran inside the
police station quickly pausing only for a moment to notice her new
Skoda parked under a huge banyan tree and splattered all over by bird
droppings. She winced.

She found the found the inspector's cabin. The plate outside said:
"Deepak Salvi - Special Division".

She pushed the door and stepped inside. 

"Hello inspector. I have come to collect my car." 

"Ms. Kapoor you are two hours late. I'm busy. Please wait outside."

"What do you mean wait? I don't have time! Yashji is waiting for me." 

"Well, you are the one who's late. So you must wait. Now please step
outside."

Kareena repeated the dirty look she had given him the previous night.
He gave her the same smile he had. "You'll find a bench outside.
Please wait there. I'll call you."

Kareena stamped her high heeled foot and turned around to go.

"Oh one more thing." Salvi said, Kareena turned back. "Learn to knock
when you come in. Didn't you ever go to school. Maybe not. You'd have
learned some manners then."

Kareena stomped out fuming.

After what seemed like eternity Kareena was called in. 

She walked in brushing the twin doors apart. 

"Please go out!" Salvi ordered.

"WHAT?" Kareena retorted hotly.

"Please go out, knock, and then come in"

Kareena didn't say anything. She went out and knocked. 

"Come in."

She stomped her way to the chair and sat down. 

"Get up!" 

"Huh?!!?" 

"Who said you could sit down?"

Kareena was beyond arguments. She wanted to have this done and over
with. She got up.

"Why are you standing? Please take a seat! And do take off those
goggles. The IPS maybe poor, but we still have money enough to put a
patra to keep out the sun!" said Deepak with a mock laughter that was
more a slap in the face.

Kareena took off her glares and sat in the middle chair that was
facing the inspector.

"Ms. Kapoor I have been making enquiries. The RTO has no record of a
license in the name of Kareena Kapoor. But since you have an ever
changing spelling I thought maybe that's the cause. Do you possess a
license Ms. Kapoor?"

Kareena felt trapped. She had expected this to be a cakewalk. How did
she know this was going to be an investigation? She looked at him
sheepishly.

"Well... as a matter of fact... no." Kareena mumbled. 

"Hmmm. Driving without a license. Driving in an inebriated state.
Trying to bribe a policeman. I'd say you are in quite a sticky spot
Ms. Kapoor."

"Well you have no proof of any of that!" Kareena said suddenly,
sporting a cold smile she had learnt from Aishwarya.

"Hmmm. Sorry to disappoint you Ms. Kapoor, but we are learning from
our colleagues in the West. Let me demonstrate. DATTA" he called out.

A havaldar in a half-chuddy came in.

"Jara kal ratrichi tape gheun ye". Salvi ordered. "You see madam; we
have started recording our proceedings too. Too many of these human
rights activists around. They always want proof that it was truly an
encounter. So we record everything."

Datta came in once again. "Tape lav". Datta pushed in the video tape
into the VCR that was in a corner.

To her horror Kareena saw her sluttish smile (it had seemed cute
then!) and her overtly sexual brush against the inspector's crotch.
She saw her force the 500 rupee note into his pocket. She knew she was
trapped. She turned towards Deepak with fear written all over her
face.

"Well madam. You have your proof." Deepak said with a smile. 

Kareena's brain seemed to have stopped working. She couldn't think.
She just looked down at the table. (The photograph of a vastly
mustached man looked back, but she  didn't notice.).

Then suddenly the inspector felt something at his crotch. A small foot
was rubbing softly against his crotch. Kareena was looking at him with
all the lust she could fill in her eyes.

"Surely we can `arrange' something!" she purred. 

Salvi looked amused. Then Kareena felt something cold go around her
ankle. To her utter horror she felt her foot immobilized. Salvi had
put a loop of a hand cuff around her ankle. "The other end of this is
attached to my drawer. Since you are such a lover of `proof' I just
want to make sure you don't say you didn't try to make sexual advances
toward a person of the law. Kareena was truly shit scared. She was
further scared out of her wits when Salvi called Datta in once again.
She was sure she was going to jail.

She was a little surprised then, to hear the inspector tell the
havaldar to not let anyone in.

Once Datta had exited, Salvi spoke again, but he seemed to be
genuinely interested this time. "What kind of  arrangement are you
thinking of madam?"

Kareena was truly surprised, but she spoke up finally. "Well... you
know... are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 

"No." 

"So then you're single?"

"It would seem so, wouldn't it?" 

"Well then... maybe you and me...could maybe...work something out!"

Salvi looked straight into her eyes. He seemed to be thinking. After a
considerable silence he spoke again.

"Well, you know. I stay alone. And it's so difficult to get a bai
these days..." he began.

"Oh he wants someone to hear his sob story," Kareena thought to
herself, "well I'll play along. This should be easy."

"Yeah." She heard herself saying. Actually she had no idea what the
bai situation was like at all!

"So here's what I have in mind." Deepak continued. "You can be my maid
for a day. I will expect you to do whatever I tell you without
questioning. If I'm satisfied I'll let you off. If not... Of course you
may decline this offer absolutely. I will then turn you in for all the
offences of yesterday night and in addition book you for trying to
solicit help by offering sexual favours."

Kareena looked at him wide-eyed. She was dumb-founded. 

"Well...?" Salvi asked after a while. He believed in letting people
think.

Kareena considered her options. Then she looked down at the table once
again.

"Okay..." she said at long last. 

"Excellent. Here's my address. I want you to be there tomorrow at 9
a.m. sharp. Don't be late. You will be relieved from duty at 9 a.m.
day after. During that time, to quote my favorite action hero: `Your
ass is mine!'"

Kareena looked up at him surprised. The inspector, who had been most
civil till now, seemed suddenly not so civil at all!

The inspector removed the hand cuff. 

"Don't try to be funny Ms. Kapoor. You can go to my seniors if you
like. The only difference would be that you'd have to sleep with an
older man. Trust me. The only way you'll ever get out of this mess is
by sleeping thru it. You can decide your partner of course!"

"And now, if will allow me... I have to get back to work. Please be at
this address tomorrow at nine" he said returning to his perfect
gentlemanly talk.

Kareena walked out of the room in a stupor. What had seemed like a
routine mamla had turned so skewed that she couldn't imagine.

End of Chapter 2.


Chapter 3: The one with the makeover. 

That evening Kareena was surprised to receive a call from Deepak. 

"How's my Kaamwali?" he asked. 

Kareena turned red. Then she quickly looked around to whether anyone
had noticed.

"What do you want?" she hissed. 

"Oh nothing at all! Just wanted to say hi to my little hussy. Don't
drive down to my place in the morning. Come by a rickshaw or
something. And don't get drunk tonight. I don't want a worthless
hung-over pussy tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep. God knows when
you'll sleep tomorrow. Another last minute instruction. Leave the
mobile at home. Kaamwalis don't carry mobiles. At least not yet,
though with Reliance around, that may  soon change..." He sounded
upbeat.

"Anything else, Master?" Kareena replied sarcastically. 

"Yeah! Leave that attitude at home. It'll cause you unnecessary
trouble. And don't call me master... a simple `sir' will do just fine.
Be there at nine then! Over and out."

Before Kareena could say anything the call had been disconnected. She
sank into a chair, her hands crossed between her feet. She looked
disheveled. She had almost forgotten all the humiliation of that
morning, and now it had all been recreated.

Presently she got up. She had her nightly bath and turned in. She
tried to sleep but anxiousness got the better of her. She tossed and
turned. Finally at about four she descended into a stupor.


The jarring alarm bell woke her up. It was 7:30. She finished her
morning chores and then put on the most sober salwar kameez she could
find. It was a nice plain blue cotton one. Not tight like her usual
ones. She wanted to draw as little attention to her figure as
possible. Experience had taught her that men were apprehensive about
approaching a true `bhartiya naari' type of girl, with libidinous
overtures. She put on matching canvas shoes.

The rick-ride was a little bumpy. It took her quite some time to get
to the far-flung suburb where Deepak lived. At last she found his
place. It was a pretty big place. It was bungalow at the end of a
gully. A high fence went all around the house obscuring it from the
outside world.

She pushed the bell. Deepak opened the door. He was dressed in a
fitting white T-shirt and light yellow knotted pajamas. He looked
completely at ease as he gave her a broad smile and invited her in.

Kareena responded with a small smile and stepped in apprehensively.
Hadn't she been so worried, she'd have noted that Deepak looked a lot
like her favorite pop star Enrique Iglesias.

"Well here we are." Kareena said. She had been taught that the one to
make the first move in a conversation would be the one in control. And
boy did she want to be in control of this show. The inspector said
nothing. He just scanned her body from top to bottom.

"I must frisk you before we go any further. Hand me your bag please."

Kareena handed him her bag. He threw it aside. 

"Careful! My cell phone is in ..."

"Quiet! I'd asked you not to get your cell. Now stand with your legs
apart and your hands behind your head so I can frisk you" he replied
shortly. Kareena knew she had lost round one. Deepak was totally in
control at the moment. She assumed the commanded position.

Deepak ran his hands all over Kareena's body. But what particularly
dissed her was the fact that he did it so mechanically, as if it
weren't she, Karreina Kapoor, standing there, but just some average
girl being frisked at the airport. (Kareena didn't know that the law
required a police-woman to frisk any girl or lady. The lascivious
airport officials who offered her a `fast-track' check-in didn't feel
the need to inform her either.)

Just when appeared to have finished, he said: "Only three more places
to check." Then without any warning he lifted her Kameez up, from the
front and shoved two fingers into her crack. He ran the side of the
palm of his other hand roughly through her crack. "You'll never
imagine where bitches store their weapons" he informed her. Satisfied,
he grabbed her tits and mauled them.

"Alright, you're clean. Please enter my not-so-humble abode. Incase
you're wondering how I pay for such a big house:  My parents were
pretty rich, but they died in a plane accident 5 years ago. I have
been living alone ever since."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Kareena said with mock sympathy.  

Kareena was surprised by his loud raucous laughter. 

"You bought it?!" said Deepak incredulously. "You really ought to take
me as a hero in your next film. My dad was an honest cop. He turned me
out of the house when he found I was taking bribes. My philosophy in
life is simple. Don't go for the small fry. Wait for the big fish! I
could've pocketed the 500 bucks you offered me last night, and let you
off after you gave me a blow," he ignored the sick face she made and
continued, "but then I wouldn't have had you as my personal slave for
a day would I? And that's how I've built this house. By appearing like
an honest cop till I have the culprit by his balls... and then I squeeze
them! Just like I've got you! Now without any further ado, let's
begin. Chameli you whore... STRIP!" he ordered.

Kareena didn't budge. This didn't seem to hinder Deepak. He held the
collars of the Kameez and tore it right down through the middle.

"A tight sports-bra inside a Salwar Kameez? Boy Chameli, you have no
dressing sense at all! Oh just by the way, I'm going to call you
Chameli from here on. I think a sluttish name like that goes very well
with your persona. Now Chameli... will you take off your salwar or
should I do the needful? May I inform you: You will go back in the
same clothes you came in. No matter what the condition." He said the
last sentence slowly, enunciating every word.

Hearing this awoke Kareena from her stupor. "I will! I will!" she
squeaked. Saying so she unknotted the nada of her salwar and let it
fall to the ground.

"White cotton panties and a sports-bra! Strange bed-fellows don't you
think? Which one should go first? I'll let you decide. One of the few
decisions you'll get to make today."

With very rigid movements Kareena got the bra off. Her fresh
pear-shaped fruits fell onto her chest. She had nice brown thimble
shaped nipples.

"Very pretty tits. Very pretty, indeed. But before you take off your
undies, I must punish you for disobeying. I had asked you not to get
your cell. You must be taught to obey orders. There's something
deliciously sexy about spanking a young bitch like you on her cotton
undi-covered bottom.

"Please! No spanking! I'll be good! I'll do you good!" 

"That you will anyhow, bitch. But get punished you must, Chameli.
It'll serve as a lesson for the rest of the day. Quiet! Don't say a
word! Any talk will mean further spanking. You will receive 20 slaps
on your ass: 10 on each cheek. If you scream, I'll just add two more
spanks. Now come here and put your hands on one side and prop up your
butt on the other. I'm going to give you a nice Over the Knee
spanking.

Kareena knew she had no choice. She arranged herself over his knee. 

"Good girl. Now I want you to count each spank. Will you be able to do
that? Can you count up to ten?"

Kareena said nothing. Her head hung in shame. A sharp twist on her
nipple made her scream.

"That's two more and I ask you again. Will you be able to count?"

"YES I WILL! Dammit!" Kareena replied. 

"Excellent. Then we shall begin now. Don't forget to count honey."

The first blow set Kareena's ass on fire. She opened her mouth to
shout, but remembering the earlier episode she swallowed the scream
and counted: "One". Ten more slaps quickly followed. By now Kareena
had gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. The counts came out like
hisses. The inspector was relentless. Spank after spank rained on her
ass. Her ass felt as if it were being dragged over burning coals.
Eventually Kareena's ass had taken 22 slaps and were now a bright
shade of crimson.

"I'm impressed Chameli. I must admit, I thought you'd scream and take
it up to at least forty! Now take off your panties and view your butt
in the full-size mirror. Kareena winced as she rolled the panties off
her bottom. It smarted like crazy! Seeing her cute buns in that deep
shade of crimson brought a tear to her eye. She quickly wiped it away.
She did not want to appear weak.

"No need to be ashamed dear. It's perfectly alright to cry. In fact
even most men do, when I'm done with them. Save your tears though,
there's plenty to cry about yet."

Kareena looked at him startled. This was definitely not sounding good
at all!

"Well Chameli, till now we haven't begun what you're basically here
for: You're going to be my servant for a day. Now here's your first
chore for today. You have to go to the market and buy some
vegetables."

"Looking like THIS?" Kareena asked in disbelief. 

"'Course not! We wouldn't want to create a riot. I have clothes for
you."

He went into an inner room and brought out some clothes. He threw them
at Kareena's feet. She held them up, one by one.

"I CAN'T wear these!" she said finally. 

"Whoever said you could decide Chameli?" 

"But... these... these... they'd make me look like a first rate hooker!" 

"And what could be more perfect? And oh yeah. Wear these thongs."

"NO WAY!" 

"Yes way! Do it NOW, bitch, or I'll turn you in!" 

That put the fear of god into Kareena. She quickly donned the thongs,
the pink short top that said "Just do me!" and the black leather skirt
that she unhappily noted, ended just an inch below the crack of her
ass. Since she wore no bra her nipples poked out of the fabric of the
top.

"Lovely! Now all you need is a little bit of lipstick. Here's one that
matches your butt."

As Kareena applied it and took a look at herself in the mirror, she
realized that the entire getup screamed the word "WHORE".

"Now wait while I get dressed and drive you to the market. But to make
sure you don't run away, here's a few more accessories." Saying so, he
put a pair of handcuffs onto her feet. "Any attempt to run will fall
flat on its face" he chuckled.

Deepak got dressed pretty quickly. He was now back to his Khaki
uniform. He un-cuffed the cuffs and led her to the Police Jeep that
was parked in the garage. He revved it up and soon they were on their
way to the market. The market was a good distance away. Deepak had
chosen a distant one where he was sure he wouldn't be recognized. He
knew Kareena would be recognized anywhere, which was what he was
hoping for

He insisted the Kareena massage her own tits all the way from his home
to the market. On way to the market he gave her some more
instructions. "Do not complain about eve-teasing; buy one kilo of
Cucumber, A kilo of Gajar, half a dozen bananas and one liter of
milk." Kareena tried to memorize it, but her ass was hurting too much.
Deepak had purposely taken a bumpy road which meant that every so
often Kareena's ass would be lifted of the seat and came crashing
down, sending waves of pain because of the recent spanking.

Finally they reached the market-place and Kareena noted with a heavy
heart, that it was bustling with people. Deepak drove right to the
centre of the market and asked Kareena to get off.

End of Chapter 3

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