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Subject: {ASSM} Maid in India - Chapters 6 and 7
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Hey everyone,

Had posted the first 5 chapters of this story well over a year ago on
ASSM. You can still find these on google groups.

Then went into a bit of hibernation. Am posting chapters 6 and 7 here.
Will post the remaining chapters (upto 10) after a few days.

Do mail your comments to smokingfang [A_T] gmail.com or smokingfang
[A_T] yahoo.com

Regards,

SF

A warning:

This is the sixth chapter. This chapter may NOT be to some people's
taste. It has references to violent brutality (though none is
practised) and side references to scat(Hmmm... now what could that
mean!?!). Also, all is not hunky-dory for Kareena in this one. No more
Mr. Nice-Guy. This is a chapter that Stallion (does he actually read
this?) would love. Plenty of ass...

With that in mind, if you must, , READ ON!

Chapter 6: The one with pain...

Kareena quickly unbuckled the dog collar and went threw it onto the
ground. She then rushed inside. She went into the living room, looking
for her clothes. She then remembered that her Kurta had been torn. She
recalled having left the pink top that Deepak had given her, on the
doorstep. She went to the outer door and stepped out into the hot
midday sun. She squinted at the bright light, but saw the pink top
still lying on the doorstep. She moved towards it to pick it up. As she
bent to pick it up, a hard kick sent her flying forwards and she fell
flat on her face. She screamed as she felt her hands being pulled
backwards and being cuffed. To her horror someone sat on her! She
looked back to see Deepak sitting on her ass, with his back towards her
face. He now had her left foot in his hand and he had attached a
manacle to her ankle. Attached to the manacle was a long black bar made
of steel, and painted over. The other end of the bar had a similar
manacle-like restraint. He attached this to her other ankle. It was a
usual toy they used in the police torture room. It was called a
spreader-bar, and as its name suggested, it was used to spread, either
legs or hands.

Satisfied, Deepak got up and moved in front of her face. He knelt down
and pulled her head up by her hair. "Cunt," he practically
screamed, "I was trying to be patient with you, trying to be NICE!
And this is how you repay me? I should have known that a bitch like you
can't learn new tricks. Weren't you saying you were in a lot of
pain? You ain't seen nothing yet Poo! You are now going to suffer
like you have never before. I'm going to be merciless. Don't
forget... I'm a police-wala. We have to extract confessions from
hardened killers... And I have always got them to confess. Hell, they
confess even if they're not guilty! But what am I waiting for? You
can hear these tales even as you are screaming! I'm giving you two
options... either you can walk to the backyard with the spreader-bar
on, or I can drag you there... Will you walk?" Then even without
waiting for an answer he slapped her hard. "Answer me Cunt!" Slap!
"Answer ME!" Slap! Through all the slapping he heard her scream
"YES!" Deepak stopped hitting her. "Alright, since you so wish.
Personally I'd like to drag you over a bed of nails right now! Now
squat! You will duck walk all the way thru the house and onto the
backyard. Is that clear, Whore?" he growled. Afraid of being slapped
again, Kareena nodded her head vigorously.

Kareena was having quite some difficulty getting up, so Deepak decided
to 'help' her by pulling her up by her hair. She got up screaming.
Her tears were flowing freely now. Deepak didn't care. Now that she
was on her feet, the next problem was to squat. Her feet were wildly
apart, and her knees knocked together as she tried to squat.

"Why am I wasting my time?" Deepak said aloud. He lifted Kareena as
a husband lifts his wife, and carried her in, except, in this case, the
setting wasn't so romantic at all!

He carried her to the backyard and up to the Pull-Ups bar. Here he set
her on the ground. Then he went into an out house that Kareena hadn't
noticed before. He came back with a large bundle of rope. He seemed to
be looking for something, and finally eyeing his drying undies, he took
two off the line and wrung them to squeeze out the excess water. He
wasn't saying a word, just working swiftly. He knelt down, pinning
Kareena's right leg under his shin, and removed the manacle on the
left foot. He half expected Kareena to kick, but she seemed a little
wiser by now. He wrapped the (by now) semi wet underwear around her
ankle and then tied several rounds of rope over it. Satisfied, he moved
to the other foot and did the same with another piece of rope. He then
got up, and threw the free ends of the rope over the horizontal bar.
Now that Kareena realized what he intended to do, she began to kick
frantically, but it was of little use. Her feet were already in the air
along with the ass and now her back was rising off the ground as well.
He secured the free ends of the rope by tying them to the vertical
side-bars. These had hooks on them and so there was no chance of the
ropes coming loose. Kareena was hung upside down now! Her feet were
splayed apart. The sun which was now more towards the west, shone into
her face. She had to squint and couldn't see anything because of the
bright sun.

Kareena was so hung up that her pussy came a little below Deepak's
face level. Kareena was now screaming. Her legs had to carry all her
body weight and the thigh muscles were taut. Beads of sweat were
forming on the inner thighs and were now slowly making their way down
her leg towards her pussy, tickling her all the way and making her
struggle even more. Deepak kept a stoic silence as her heard
Kareena's screams turn into pleas.

"Please get me down Sir! I promise I'll be good. Please let me
down."

Deepak just walked off to the outhouse. As if to torment her, a fly was
now hovering around Kareena. It sat on her nose and Kareena twisted her
nose this way and that, but it just wouldn't go away. Finally Kareena
gave a violent jerk and almost immediately regretted it. The fly did
move away, but the jerk left Kareena swinging in the air, and that
caused untold misery to her gams. The fly had decided that Kareena's
pussy was a better place to rest, and so it ran all over her pussy and
over her clit torturing Kareena close to madness. At last Deepak
returned. The outhouse was towards the east and Kareena could only hear
his footsteps, not see him.

Deepak's approach seemed to have scared off the fly and it flew off.
Now there was only the dead silence of the afternoon. Deepak's
footsteps had stopped. Then Kareena heard him whisper into her ear.

"You shouldn't have tried stunts with me darling. Had you been nice
I would've probably got bored of you and let you go in the evening.
But you showed dissent, and it is dissent that I'm usually called in
to break. And it's not only men... few people know this, but when a
criminal reaches a certain degree of notoriety, then we don't bother
what sex he or she is ...We make sure they learn a lesson. Laila was a
club-dancer on the face of things... but we caught her selling minors
into prostitution. We decided that that should be restricted to
Bollywood. We warned her once or twice, but she denied it. When she was
caught a third time, I was called in. Under my 'care' Laila was
beaten. I used her body as my personal ash-tray. We whipped her, forced
our Danda up her ass, and then when she was half dead, we threw her
into the male section of the prison. You should have heard her scream.
The men there hadn't seen a woman in years. Every time she fainted,
the men would slap her awake and then rape her again. She took twenty
men that night. She couldn't walk for the next three weeks. Now
she's sitting at a whore house nursing her triplets. Each of a
different color from the collective sperm of their fathers! I was given
a medal for stopping the menace of juvenile prostitution. Moral of the
story? Don't FUCK with me!" He screamed the last sentence into
Kareena's ear. Kareena was softly sobbing, but Deepak didn't seem
to have finished his threatening yet. "If your pussy was
burning..." he restarted, "you should have let it burn. If your
tits were on 'fire' you should have let them. Coz Honey..." he
said rising up and his voice rising as well, "you don't know what
those things REALLY mean!"

He then stood in front of her and drew out a magnifying from his
pocket. Kareena wondered what this new kink was... Maybe he liked to
see her privates really magnified. Kareena had by now resigned to the
fact that her pussy was in full view of her tormentor. She was
wondering more whether Deepak was trying to psyche her or whether he
was being truthful about Laila. Deepak was now holding her pussy lips
apart. That didn't matter either.

But then Kareena screamed! "AAAAIIIEIIEIEIEIIEIEIIEIEEEEE" she
screamed as she felt the pain Laila had felt. It felt like someone was
holding a lighter to her clit. Deepak was holding the magnifying glass
so that the sun's rays were being focused directly onto her clit. A
beam that was strong enough to burn paper was now being concentrated on
her most private parts.

"THIS is what it is to have your pussy burn!" Deepak mocked her,
adjusting the lens so that the beam was intensified even more.

"PLLLLLLEASSSEEEE Take it Away!" Kareena wailed, "MY PUSSY IS ON
FIIIIIIIIRREEEEEEE!"

She was surprised that Deepak gave in and moved the lens. But her
happiness was short-lived as her right nipple started burning like
crazy. Then Deepak moved to the left one. Kareena kept screaming and
begging for mercy.

"I could do this all afternoon, " Deepak told her, "till I have
Tandoori Pussy and Puppies. You can decide now bitch. Either you can be
my sex-slave till tomorrow morning or I can burn you little by little.
That belly button looks cute, and don't even get me started on that
little pucker in your ass crack. Eating Tandoori pussy, that'll be a
first! This reminds me... I got it a little gift for your little
box!"

Saying so, he fished out a big Laxmi bomb that is used during Diwali.

"Had this left over from last Diwali...! I was wondering whether
it'll still burst! Now lets place it in its stand." He stuck bomb
in her pussy, forcing it in somewhat. "A cracker in your Crack
darling...Now where's that match box... I think there's one in the
kitchen..." Saying so he started to move away.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Kareena screamed. "I'll do it! I'll do
it!"

"Do what darling?" asked Deepak, stopping and looking back.

"I'll be your sex-slave!"

"Be a little more specific!"

"I'll suck you, I'll fuck you!"

"Is that the best you can do? I can get that from any hooker... I'm
not interested."

"I'll even take you up my ass!" said Kareena, sounding desperate.

"And?"

"And whatever you say!"

"No matter how kinky and how weird."

"Yes..." said Kareena her eyes closed and her voice dropping to a
hush.

"Hmmm... we need some proof of this. Wait..." Deepak went in and
brought a video camera. "Look into the camera and say all that you
just said. And smile a little and sound genuine. Should be easy for
you... you're an actress..."

Kareena looked apprehensive. "Do it bitch, or I'll roast both your
puppies over a real fire!" Deepak snarled. "Right after I burst
that cracker in your pussy! Should I?"

"Nooooo!" Kareena said, her eyes opening wide.

"Good, then say into the camera that you are here out of your free
will, and that you enjoy kinky sex. Do it NOW, we're recording!"

Kareena looked at the camera, too ka deep breath, and then put on one
of her smallest and most pretentious smiles. "I Karreina Kapoor, am
here out of my free will, and am under no duress. I enjoy kinky and
weird sex. I have agreed to be Deepak Salvi's slave till tomorrow
morning." She said, choking at times, appalled at what she was
saying.

"There was no need for that last part, but I'm glad you've
agreed." Deepak said. "Now that we have this as proof, we can
proceed. I'll be back. Gotta store evidence carefully.

He vanished inside the house and returned presently.

"That 'lens' bit was for convincing you Slut... you still
haven't received your punishment yet..."

"NOOOOOO! No more punishments! Can't I do something else?"

"Hmmm... While it'd be fun to whip your cute buns raw... I guess I
could use a rim-job...."

"A WHAT job?"

Deepak dropped his pants. It occurred to Kareena then, that she
hadn't really seen him nude at all. As he removed his underwear,
Kareena gasped. Deepak was well over ten inches long, and his member
was at least 3 inches in diameter. It didn't look human. It looked
like a dildo she had only seen in the sex-shops abroad and decided not
to buy because it'd cause damage. But this one was real alright,
throbbing with excitement, covered with blue veins that ran from the
tip to the root. Then he turned around and she saw his well muscled but
intensely hairy ass. To her horror he began to squat and bring his ass
closer and closer to her face. Hi voice now boomed as he spoke. He was
clearly very delighted.

"A rim-job, Poo, is where the hooker licks the ass-hole of her
customer. And that's what you're going to do. Lick my dirty ass and
eat whatever crud is stuck around. No let's see your tongue out..."

"I can't do it!" Kareena screamed as his ass almost touched her
face.

"WHAT? I thought you just agreed to do whatever I asked!"

"I can't! I CAN'T!" she whined. "I can do something else, I
can't do this!"

"Hmmm... you are proving to be a spoilt brat. You promise things and
then you don't deliver. I must teach you to obey." He got up and
went behind her. Kareena stretched her neck to see what he was up to,
but she couldn't see much.

She heard a swoosh sound and then her bottoms exploded. She cried out
in pain. But before the pain had subsided another blow was laid on her
flushed behind. The more blows and Kareena was hollering like a mad
bitch. Deepak stopped and held the instrument of her torture in front
of her.

"This is a LPG gas-tube," he said pointing to the green rubber pipe
he held in his hand, "it's filled with sand, and taped off at the
ends. It's wide enough that no permanent marks are left, but it
causes such pain that most people faint after a few strokes. I'm
going to flog your ass and back till you agree to do as I say. I have
had enough of your un-cooperativeness." Then without waiting for her
response he attacked her back. Five strokes on her back and Kareena was
ready to fuck a rhino if it were required, but she couldn't take any
more pain.

"STOP! Bhagwan ke liye! STOP!" she said remembering her filmy
lines, "I'll do whatever you say! Just stop beating me!"

"Will you lick my ass?" Deepak queried.

"Yes!"

"Yes WHAT, you RAND?"

"Yes, I'll lick your ass!" sobbed Kareena as she swallowed.

"THAT'S more like it! Now get your tongue out."

Kareena got her tongue out. Deepak lowered his ass to her face. Very
slowly Kareena let her tongue into his ass. As her tongue touched his
arse-hole Deepak groaned slightly. Kareena's first reaction was of
utter disgust, but she knew she had no option. She was this man's sex
slave and her best option was to do what he wanted. As her tongue
probed a little more, she realized that it wasn't so bad. Deepak's
ass didn't stink as she had expected, and the taste wasn't what
she'd jump at, but it wasn't so horrible either. Deepak now held
his butts apart and Kareena could see the brown shitter that was
clenched closed. She couldn't see it much though, since his balls
hung in front of her eyes.

Deepak was having the time of his life. The snotty bitch who gave
millions men of all ages a cock breaking hard-on when she wiggled her
pretty ass, was now under his control and was licking HIS ass! He
decided to push it up one notch.

"What's the matter you stuck-up whore? Ass licking still too dirty
for you? Still too damn vain to drill my arse-hole with your tongue? Do
you want a few more licks of the whip?"

His words had an immediate effect. Kareena was scared crazy and began
to lick the ass at twice the speed. She now targeted his hole and began
to push at it in right earnest. Deepak was ecstatic. The anilingus was
sending electric sparks up his spine. The anus has more nerve endings
than any other part of the body, and the soft tongue trying to probe it
was driving him into a sexual rapture. It needed all his self will to
keep him from laying his hand on his penis and jerking off. Kareena had
now managed to probe somewhat deeper into the shit-hole and Deepak
realized that he must satisfy his animal lust now or he'd go crazy.
He got up suddenly and Kareena took a moment or two to realize that she
had to stop licking: her tongue still darted in and out, now searching
for the lost ass.

Quickly Deepak freed the ropes and gently let Kareena onto the ground.
Kareena opened her mouth to say Thank You, but Deepak just grabbed her
side roughly and turned her onto her stomach. As he grabbed her
plenty-painful ass cheeks and started to pry them open, Kareena began
to yell like she hadn't before. She had realized what Deepak was up
to and she was absolutely NOT game.

"Leave my ass alone you..." she was about to say FREAK, when she
caught her self and said "Sir"

"Chameli, it's your ass that has enticed me since K3G, and I'm
not going to let it go... Besides, you agreed to let me fuck your
ass."

"Please Sir, let my ass be. You can screw my hole."

"That's right Poo! I'm going to screw your ASS-hole!"

"Noooooo!" she wailed, "My ass is virgin." she admitted, though
almost inaudibly. But Deepak's ears caught it.

"I don't believe my ears! You have never taken it up the ass? Boy,
are you going to remember this one then. Your first ass rape and you
are going to be taken DRY!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kareena howled! "Not DRY sir! Use some
lubrication"

"Well, your pussy ain't producing any. And my spit's too precious
to waste on a slutty whore like you... so I guess I must do it dry! I
pity my cock, but I pity your ass even more. When I screwed Laila...
Ooops there I go confessing! Ah, what goes! When I screwed Laila she
was practically licking my feet begging me to pull out of her ass. She
said she just couldn't handle the size, and SHE was a seasoned
HOOKER!"

Then ignoring Kareena's pleas, which were even more piteous than
Laila's he pull her butt cheeks apart and placed his cock at the tip
of her ass hole. It was still just as tightly shut.

"You'd better loosen up cunt, or it'll be a world of misery for
you." But try as she might, she couldn't get her ass to loosen up.
She was petrified and that made it shut even tighter. Deepak decided he
had waited long enough. With one mighty shove he drove at her ass hole.
Then as a strange event, both of them shouted loudly.

"Man! You are a real cock breaker if I ever saw one!" Deepak
screamed as he rammed past the sphincter. Kareena was hollering
incomprehensibly. One inch of Deepak's mighty cock was inside.
Kareena was sure her ass was bleeding. Nothing in the world she was
sure, was more painful. Not even the pipe whippings. Deepak caught his
breath and now held Kareena's waist. He was going to pull her down on
his raper. As he gave the second shove Kareena shouted loud and long.
Tears were flowing down her eyes. Deepak saw that seven inches of his
cock were still outside. The next shove had Kareena wailing from the
pit of her stomach. Her head thrashed from side to side as she felt
agony of a life time. Deepak saw her thrashing her head, and decided
she could harm herself. Her ass felt like an iron vice around his
member. He could feel her pulse on his cock and was sure she could feel
his as well. For his final shove he grabbed her hair in a bunch. As he
hauled himself in completely Kareena yelled so loudly that Deepak was
sure his neighbours, had there been any, would've come running.

Till now Kareena had screamed into the ground, but now that her face
was up, and pulled back because of her hair, every sound was clearly
audible. She was screaming like an animal that has been shot. Her
hands, which were still cuffed behind her back were quivering and
shaking. Sweat mixed with tears flowed in a steady stream down her
face.

"Loosen up your ass darling, that's the only way to avoid
pain..." said Deepak, letting some amount of pity into his tone. If a
prostitute like Laila, who took it up the ass practically everyday
found him enormous, what could be said about this perty bottomed little
cutie! Deepak saw to his amazement that his cock had caused a bump on
Kareena's back and his ten inches were clearly marked by the bump. He
stroked his hand over the bump. While he did want her ass to loosen up,
he didn't want to go soft. Stroking the bump seemed the perfect
remedy. For HIM! Kareena wished her life would end. She felt as if a
red hot poker had been plunged into her ass.

But little by little her ass seemed to be loosening up. Slowly it
loosened its grip on Deepak's cock. Slowly Deepak too began to pull
out. Kareena felt new pain now. She felt as if her insides were being
scrapped by a scalpel. She tried to concentrate on loosening up her ass
further, but it couldn't loosen up beyond a point! It was the cock
that was too damn big for it! After much effort from Deepak and double
the bawling from Kareena, only the bulbous head of the penis was inside
her ass. Kareena was hoping he'd pull out completely, but all those
hopes were smashed as Deepak lunged forward pushing his dick up her ass
once again. Kareena was beyond screaming now. Only deep guttural groans
came from the pit of her stomach. Deepak was now raping her ass raw.
The ass chute had opened up somewhat, but it was still the tightest
hole Deepak had ever screwed. Within five lunges Deepak knew he was
going to cum. He felt the pressure growing in his loins. Within the
next half minute time stood still for Deepak. He felt a heady rush and
then his cock blasted sending stream after stream or white hot cum into
Kareena's back-hole. Kareena had felt his cock bulge and had even let
out a little yelp as it expanded in the already crammed space, but
Deepak had let go of her hair and her face fell forward now, where she
softly wept as she realized that she had been fucked up the ass and it
was never to be virgin again. She felt Deepak's sperm in her ass, and
she wept a little more. She had been degraded, used like a slut. This
morning she had given a blowjob for ten bucks and now her unexplored
ass had been ravaged. She felt Deepak going soft and he pulled out of
her ass with a 'Plop'. Deepak noted with mixed delight and surprise
that Kareena's hole shut up almost immediately, not letting any cum
out. This hole had definite capability.

Suddenly there was a doorbell. Kareena looked up with hope. Maybe
someone had come to rescue her. Deepak got up calmly, fetched his
boxers, wore them and then wore the pants. The bell had rung again.
Deepak went into the house. Kareena hoped to hear a scuffle, an
argument, anything that would convince her that there was someone out
there to rescue her...

The hopes weren't answered. Deepak came back with a box. As he
kneeled and opened it near her face a delicious aroma filled
Kareena's nostrils. Pizza! A freshly baked, hot pizza! Kareena looked
up. She had suddenly realized how hungry she was. She had skipped her
morning breakfast because she had to get here quickly. The smell of
food made her forget, for the moment, the pain in her ass.

"Smells good Poo?" Deepak asked grinning somewhat.

Kareena nodded her head.

"Hmmm, smells good to me too!" said Deepak, drawing in deep and
expressing his appreciation by closing his eyes. "Would you like a
piece?"

Kareena nodded her head vigorously. "Yes sir! I'd like that very
much!"

"Well, personally," said Deepak his tone turning hard like his
face, "Personally, I'd give you some of Moti's leftover dog food.
But okay, I'll let you work for the piece. Let's first get you to
the house. Can you walk after that ass rape?" he said evilly bringing
her back to the terrible pain and humiliation. She didn't say
anything, and buried her face in the ground again.

Deepak caught her hair in a bunch and yelled in her face: "Didn't
you hear me CUNT? Can you walk or should I drag you into the house by
your hair?"

Scared again, Kareena whispered: "I'll walk."

"Good, then get on your feet and walk behind me. And don't try
anything funny this time. One kick from you and I'll make an
Aishwarya out of you. I'll break both your legs and shove a cactus up
your butt. And then the punishments will begin. That Whore has wrinkles
at thirty; you'll have them at 23!"

But Kareena was not going to try anything funny. The earlier experience
had quite sobered her. It was easy to get up since Deepak was hauling
her up by her hair, but the walk to the back door was the most horrid
experience she'd ever had because her own back door complained to no
end. (Well, actually it complained to her REAR end, but we're not on
a biology lesson here!) . She staggered on the first few steps, trying
to walk with her legs apart to try and minimize the agony as far as
possible. Then as she got number to the pain, se walked a little
faster, which was well because Deepak hated laggards.

When the got into the house, Deepak led her to the kitchen.

"Get me some salad. I'm in the dining room. And QUICK!" he
snapped his fingers, "I don't want the pizza to go cold!"

"Sir, the handcuffs..." Kareena tried to sound as docile as
possible.

"Oh those... Alright, I'll take them off. But don't try to get
funny and get a knife to stab me with. If you succeed, that's good
for you... but in all probability you won't... and then I'll carve
my initials into your ass using the same knife."

Kareena looked at him aghast. She hadn't even thought of a knife, but
what he had just said filled her heart with fear. This guy was a
mad-man. Carving one's initials on someone else? She shuddered.

Deepak took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs. He took
the cuffs with him.

Kareena looked around the kitchen. This was an absolutely new
experience for her. She had never entered the kitchen except to order
her servants to serve food. She had no clue what she was expected to
do, but she remembered that her salad at home contained cucumber and
carrots. She opened the fridge and took out two cucumbers and a carrot.

She peeled the cucumbers and diced them, but just as she was finished
with the second one, she heard Deepak yell for her to bring the salad
quickly. She didn't know what to do. She had to avoid more punishment
at any rate. She put the diced cucumber on a plate and put the carrot
on top, whole. She carried the plate out to Deepak.

Deepak saw the plate and then glared at her. She melted. She knew she
had committed some boo-boo and that she was in for some more
punishment.

"What's my name Poo?"

"Deepak, Sir!"

"Does that sound anything like Karamchand, DOLL?" he said.

"No, Sir." She said matter of fact-ly.

"Is it BUGS BUNNY?" he said louder.

"No, Sir!" she said.

"Then why did you imagine that I'd like my carrot whole? Is there a
hole in your head? Did your brains flow out whole...?" he paused
letting the words sink in, then he continued: "I know what I'm
going to do with this wholesome nutrition. I'm going to cram it up
your HOLE! And my most favorite HOLE in the HOLE world: Your recently
punctured ASS HOLE!"

It took a few moments for Kareena to register what Deepak had just
said, but when she realized the implication, she dropped to her knees.
She caught Deepak's leg and begged.

"I'm sorry sir. Please, not my ass. It hurts SO bad! I'll be good
sir. PLEASE not my ass!"

"Shut the fuck up and listen: You have two options: Either you screw
the carrot up your ass yourself or I do it for you. In either case you
will take it up your ass. If you're lucky I'll let you chuck it
away, otherwise I may ask you to EAT it! Now, shall I do it?"

"NOOOOOO!" Kareena yelled. She knew that Deepak forcing it in would
probably cause her bodily harm.

"Then BEGIN!" ordered Deepak.

Very reluctantly Kareena, got up, lifted the carrot and even more
slowly she took it near her ass hole which was now shut tight. As she
tried to force the narrow tip of the vegetable past her sphincter she
winced. Her butt-hole complained anew, refusing entry. But she knew she
had to do it. As she pushed it harder she let out a short scream and
then it was in. Well, in somewhat. She pushed another few inches in and
then stopped.

"I can't take any more!" she wailed.

Deepak caught her by her waist so that her ass was no facing him.
"NONSENSE!" he said, "You could take my monster in, this is but a
child's weewee." Saying so, he began to drill the carrot into the
ass. Now that she was not herself forcing her ass, Kareena started to
howl. She bawled and tried to get out of his iron grip around her
waist: of no avail. Deepak did not rest until he forced the entire
carrot up her nether hole. When he had finished he said: "There!
Didn't I tell you you could take it? One must never underestimate
oneself!" Kareena wished that he underestimated HER sometime!
"Relax honey... it'll soon feel like a prolonged shit... EXCEPT:
you will NOT shit it out. Instead you will now work for your food. On
your knees BITCH!" he said letting go. Kareena fell to her knees.
This action caused the carrot-head to peek out, and so Deepak kicked it
in, making her holler loudly.

"Your 'work' for getting your pizza slice is to suck me, and get
me hard. Not very difficult. Do it NOW!"

Kareena held Deepak's cock. She took the limp member into her mouth
and started to suck on it. She had done this before, but Deepak's
cock tasted weird. There was a weird coppery and sour taste to it. Then
she realized to her absolute horror that it must be her blood and anal
residues on his cock. She tried to get the cock out of her mouth, but
Deepak had made that impossible by forcing her down on his cock using
his hands. She began to gag for air, and realized that she had no other
way except to suck the penis. A bit of correct sucking action and the
penis started to grow. Soon it enlarged to its full throbbing self.
Kareena was used to deep-throating (a trick she had been forced to
learn at the BSA) and so she didn't find it difficult to accommodate
the huge cock. Sure it tasted horrible, but at least it wasn't
painful! Deepak admired her ora-sex skills. "You're a first rate
cock-sucker!" he told her. But unlike her usual partners Deepak
pulled out before her blew. Kareena was glad; she hated the taste of
cum.

Then Kareena wished he HAD in fact cummed inside her throat. Because
Deepak simply jacked his shaft and then let his cum fly onto a slice of
pizza. This he threw down to her and said: "EAT doggie! Sir has put
in an extra bit of protein for you!"

Kareena looked at the piece with tears in her eyes. She thought the
pizza slice was like her... (Kareena was an armchair philosopher.) Just
a while ago it was the loveliest thing in the world... and now it had
been reduced to rubbish!

"Eat it Poo... it's the only lunch you'll get, unless you want to
eat the carrot, of course!" Deepak grinned. "And by the way, we
don't waste food in this house. So if you don't have this right
now, you'll be sent to your bed, I mean kennel, without food
tonight!"

Kareena's stomach was rumbling, but on the other hand, she couldn't
bear such degradation. Human sperm on black olives and cheese? Had this
man no sense of propriety? On the third hand she couldn't remain
hungry for the whole day. She decided she must force herself. She
picked up the slice.

"Don't you throw up whore, or I'll make you swallow all of the
puke up!"

Kareena took her first bite. Her stomach lurched, sending a gripe down
her alimentary canal, but a maddening pain reminded her of what lay
stabbed in the back-hole. She gulped down the piece, warning herself
not to lurch again.

"Finish your lunch quickly... we have lots more 'work' to do!"
she heard Deepak saying...

End of Chapter 6.

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A chapter Bipasha would love, since it's a "small one".


Chapter 7: The one in the Bedroom

Initially every bite made Kareena want to throw up. Then she tried
imagining that the pizza was the same as the one she usually ate at
home. She realized this helped quite a bit, and she closed her eyes and
managed to finish the pizza slice. She was still hungry, but knew that
little food was coming.

Deepak seemed to be rummaging through his drawer in the next room.
Kareena had suffered too much by now to even try to run away. She just
sat there. In any event she knew that getting up would cause her more
misery because of the carrot rooted in her ass.

Deepak came into the room. "Finished already? Greedy PIG!" he
chastised her. "In any case, that'll give me more time to have FUN
with you! BUT! Have you forgotten your role SLAVE? Do you expect ME to
clear up the plates?"

With great effort Kareena got up. She lifted the plates and started
towards the kitchen. She had to stop at every step. Deepak watched with
glee as he saw her waddle to the kitchen with the carrot top peeking
out of her ass.

Kareena put the plates into the sink and turned on the tap. She
didn't know whether she was expected to wash them, but she supposed
so. Deepak was a little surprised to see her get into her role finally.
He went up to her and caressed her buttocks. She would have squealed in
the normal course of things, but her painful experiences had made her
quiet for the present. She was content in gulping down the shame. She
continued to wash the plates. But then she shrieked. Deepak had yanked
out the carrot in one pull.

"WHAAAA..." she started to scream, but was silenced almost
immediately by the carrot that Deepak thrust sideways into her mouth.
He held it there till she stopped trying to scream.

"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear you scream. It's driving me nuts!
Wash the plates in silence and then we'll move to your next job!"
Kareena washed the plates very slowly... she was sure the next
'job' was likely to be just as unpleasant as her previous ones, and
she was in no hurry! In any case her ass-hole felt much better without
some monstrous invader occupying it.

Deepak seemed in no great hurry either. He just watched her intently as
she finished with the plates and turned to him with her eyes cast down.

"Nice job Poo. You deserve to be rewarded!"

The word 'reward' made Kareena look up at Deepak. What could her
'present' be? Would she finally be released?

Deepak seemed to be reading her mind. He said very firmly: "You can
lose all hopes of me letting you go before your time is up... But since
you have been such a good servant, I thought I should reward you with a
fuck!"

Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak kept his index finger
on her lips.

"Ssshhh Poo! Not a word! You've just been rewarded. If you
complain, I'll change it to a punishment, and it'll be another
banging in your ass. If you want that hole of yours to ever go back to
its original size, you'll keep mum. To the bedroom NOW, slut!"

Deepak knew that if there was anything that could scare Kareena out of
her wits right now, it'd be some more anal action. His words had
immediate effect. Kareena walked past him towards the bedroom.

When Deepak entered the bedroom he found Kareena lying on the bed, on
her side, curled up like a baby. She was weeping softly. Her position
made her ass quite prominent and Deepak saw her shitter: an angry red
and still quite open from its recent rape.

Deepak had no time for tears. He had seen hundreds of wives and keeps
crying for their jailed beau. Tears were mere drops of water to him.
"STOP CRYING you lousy piece of shit! You are here because you
misbehaved! If you weren't so STUPID, you'd be at a set right now,
asking a servant to get you a cola! But it's just too bad that you
are caught here with me instead! Now sleep on your back! I need you to
give me a raise first!"

The first rate cock-sucker she was, Kareena had Deepak up and raring to
go in no time. Then she waited for him to plunge it into her. Deepak
surprised her by rolling over and lying on his back. "Straddle me
Poo! You didn't expect ME to do all the work did you?"

Reluctantly Kareena got up and put her leg across Deepak's torso.
"WAIT!" he ordered. "God alone knows what your hole's being
screwing. And I heard half the industry has syphilis! Here's the
condom box that you worked so hard for!" he said throwing the box at
her. "I have an idea. Rewards are always much more fun when they have
to be found... So here's what we'll do. I'll close the door and
turn off the light. Then you can look for my cock and put the condom
on. And since games are no fun without time limits, you have a minute
to find my dick. We begin now!" Saying so Deepak leaped and closed
the door. Quick as a flash he turned off the light. The room was
completely dark now.

"I'm counting doll! Ten seconds down!" Kareena heard Deepak
saying. A new panic rose within her now. She had only fifty seconds
more, and she hadn't even picked out a condom. She put her hand into
the box and pulled out one sealed packet randomly.

"Twenty Seconds!"

She tore at the packet with her teeth. She realized to her horror that
she had not only ripped the packet open, but also torn the condom. She
had thrown the box down in her haste and she dropped to the floor to
look for it.

"Forty Seconds!"

She finally found the box and managed to get a condom out whole. Now
the task was to look for the penis.

"Fifty!" Deepak's voice sounded strained.

Kareena grabbed blindly in the dark. At last she found it. It felt a
bit different and a lot stiffer, but she didn't care! She pushed the
condom down onto it.

"Time's up sweety!" Deepak said and the light came on. Deepak
roared with laughter. He held his stomach, he just couldn't stop
laughing. Kareena had managed to condom a bed- post! Kareena felt her
heart sink. She felt sure she was in line for another punishment.
Involuntarily she began to cry.

Deepak stopped laughing though he was still smiling and giggling.
"You seem to prefer a bedpost over my ding-dong!" he said, "No
matter, maybe later. Man, that's the funniest thing I've seen all
day! Why are you standing there? Come here and sit beside me." This
didn't seem right to Kareena, Deepak wasn't so kind. It surprised
her even more still when he asked her to lie down and put a blanket
over her. "You need to rest!" he said kindly. "You have taken
your job too seriously! Relax! Good employers allow the help an
afternoon nap. Sleep well now, there's plenty to do when you get up.
There, the AC's on..." he said turning it on, "I'm going to
turn off the light now. I'll be in the outer room. I'm sure you
won't try to be silly any more... Nighty-night I'll wake you up at
five." Deepak turned off the light, stepped out of the room and
slammed the door behind him.

Kareena lay in the dark wondering what this sudden change of heart
meant. Could he have had a change of heart? Was he finally tired of
punishing her? But why hadn't he screwed her? No man had ever kept
away from her puss! What was he planning?

Kareena tossed and turned, but the day's events had taken their toll.
The droning AC and the warm blanket had their effect. Kareena drifted
off into a deep sleep.

She was now at a shooting. She was yelling at the spot boys. She was
yelling at the director. She was yelling at the dance troupe, she was
yelling at her make-up man. And boy it felt so GOOD! People hovering
around her like flies. She throwing her pallu at Sharukh's face, and
walking away in a huff, wiggling her behind which she knew everyone was
watching. She, throwing away her ice-cream because it wasn't the
right temperature.

Then suddenly they were shooting in Switzerland. It was cold. She
shivered. She put her arms around herself, but her co-star, whose face
she couldn't see, drew them apart slowly. Her breasts felt cold, and
she was naked now! And it started snowing! As the first snowflake
touched her nipple Kareena felt uncomfortable. This couldn't be
happening. She realized she must be dreaming. She slowly opened her
eyes. Everything was hazy for a few seconds, but she felt warm breath
on her chest, coupled with a very cold feeling right beneath it. She
opened her eyes fully and yelped!

She was in fact completely naked. It took her few seconds to recollect
who the man with his face down on her chest was. She yelped again as
she realized why she felt a snowflake on her nipple: Deepak held an
ice-cube between his front teeth and was now rubbing it over her
nipple. His muscular hands pinned her hands beside her head. Kareena
had to admit that it felt wonderful. She put up no resistance at all.
After all, she decided, this man was a raving maniac. If he was playing
nice, why stop him? Her non-resistance meant that her body was now
playing along. Under the touch of the ice, her nipples became as hard
as acorns. Deepak let her hands go, and continued his journey down to
her navel. Kareena had always had an extremely sensitive navel. She
moaned and her body arched up to meet his face As Deepak moved to her
clit Kareena felt an intense desire building up inside her. Her pussy
started juicing up more than ever before. Deepak's hands were on her
breasts now, fondling, pinching, caressing, teasing; Kareena could
handle it no longer.

"FUCK ME!" she yelled at the top of her voice. Deepak looked up at
her and smiled. He continued to taunt her body with the ice cube. He
went over her clit again and again. It was such a contrast. Her clit
was throbbing hard, and hot, and the ice cube sizzled over it, driving
Kareena into ultimate ecstasy.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! BHAGWAN KE LIYE! SCREW MEEEE!" Kareena begged.

Deepak dropped the ice cube. Very gently he pushed into Kareena.
Kareena groaned in satisfaction as she felt satisfied inch-by-inch.
Deepak was taking it really slow. Kareena couldn't bear the wait. She
thrust her hips forward so that Deepak was completely in. Deepak smiled
to himself. He had got this bitch heated up and how!

He began to pound the pussy, neither too hard, nor too soft. Kareena
was in seventh heaven. That she was being screwed by the same man that
had made her life miserable just that morning had escaped her mind
completely. She was in total rapture of the moment. She was at her peak
now... she knew she'd be cumming any moment now. She shut her eyes
and clenched her fists in eager anticipation. Then everything stopped!

Deepak had pulled out! He stood there gazing at her puckering pussy
which seemed to be grabbing hard to find a lost partner. He had the
same hard superior smile he had had all day.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Kareena demanded.

"Needed you to juice up for my stamps!"

"WHAT?"

"You didn't really think I wanted to fuck you or something did you
Poo? I need to send out Diwali greetings, and was getting tired of
licking the stamps... Your pussy will serve as a wet-pad just fine! Now
lay still while I get the envelopes inside!"

Kareena was too flabbergasted to move.

Deepak came back with a sheaf of envelopes and a sheet of stamps. He
put the envelopes on the bed and then one by one tore off stamps from
the sheet and rubbed them against Kareena completely juiced up pussy.
Then he stuck the stamp to the envelope and set the stamped envelopes
aside.

"Here's one for you as well!" he said holding out an envelope
with her name written in neat handwriting on it. "Only you'll know
the secret of the stamps being fixed so well! Won't you be proud?"

Kareena didn't say anything. This man was demented. Now she was sure!

End of Chapter 7

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