Message-ID: <52114asstr$1128150604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "SmokingFang" <SmokingFang@gmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1128116368.886247.291430@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2005 21:39:36 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.0; en-GB; rv:1.7.5) Gecko/20041110 Firefox/1.0,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-HTTP-Via: 1.1 cache-01.net9online.com:3128 (squid/2.5.STABLE5) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=202.63.165.254; posting-account=4sGW4g0AAADv2KMGmaxrC20Luv0wEvIm X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 30 Sep 2005 14:39:28 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Maid in India - Chapters 6 and 7 Lines: 905 Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 03:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52114> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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! 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