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Last few chapters of the Kareen Kappu Story.

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Chapter 8:
The one that's charged up.

Deepak had now gone limp and had in fact put his pants on once again.
He seemed totally oblivious to the fact that there was a girl
bare-naked beside him, with her legs spread wide open. It wasn't just
any girl either! It was the Prima Donna of Cockteasers but Deepak
looked completely unaware of her existence. Kareena was now
semi-sitting with her back against the back of the bed.

Deepak's actions were repetitious: he'd rub the stamp over his
'wet-pad' as he called it, and then put it onto the envelope.
Whenever he felt the wet-pad go dry he'd rub the clit a little,
juicing it up, and then going back to his task. After a while he seemed
to have finished with all the greetings.

Kareena had been kept on the edge all this while. At first she stared
at him with fire in her eyes, the stare was then reduced to malice,
then to dislike, and now to plain begging. Yes, Kareena wanted to get
off more than she had ever wanted to in her life. When he seemed
finished, Kareena piped up.

"Can I be fucked, Sir?" she implored.

"I dunno, can you? Any more, I mean!" Deepak grinned.

"Please Sir, Please! I beg you!" the lust was evident in her tone.
Deepak stared hard at her. He seemed to be considering it. Then he
spoke: "Nope! Not interested!" and walked out of the room carrying
his envelopes with him.

Kareena put her hand on her clit and started rubbing it. She had
decided that if he wouldn't fuck her, she must satisfy herself. It
didn't take much rubbing. Within a minute or so Kareena was moaning.
Two fingers were in her pussy now. Then she hit it. Her body shuddered
and shook. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. In her ecstasy
she forgot everything, the humiliation, the pain, her wicked master,
even the fact that her legs were splayed open.

Her orgasm lasted about thirty seconds, and then she opened her eyes
slowly. She saw Deepak standing at the door. His expression was grim.
He seemed VERY angry. Then he left but was back almost immediately with
lots of pieces of rope. Kareena knew she was in trouble. As if an
involuntary reaction, she began to beg: "I'm sorry sir, I needed to
get off. You wouldn't do me sir, so I needed to... please, I'm
sorry sir, don't punish me!"

Deepak didn't say a word. With one quick action he pulled Kareena's
legs so she was now lying on her back. Just as quickly he fastened
either of her legs to a bed post. Then jumping onto the bed he fastened
her hands to the upper bedposts as well. Before she knew what was
happening Kareena had been turned helplessly immobile, spread like a
fleshy X on the bed. Then he put an arm below her waist and pulled her
body up in the middle. This made Kareena yell because her hands and
legs which had already been pulled taut were now stretched impossibly
now. Deepak pushed two pillows below the butt so that Kareena's torso
now arched and the pussy mound seemed to be proudly shouting out its
presence. Kareena's head was now so poised that whichever way she
looked all she could see was her tummy bulging out beyond her boobs.

She heard Deepak leave the room and then come back in. She tried again:

"Please master, don't punish me. I'll be a good girl, I mean
slave... please master, I'll lick your ass, I'll dig really deep,
please master..." She was running out of ideas. If Deepak had enjoyed
screwing her, she could have used that as currency to try and be
spared, but clearly offering to let him fuck her, wasn't going to
waver him. Then she remembered: "Sir, I'm a first rate
cocksucker!" she said quoting him, "I'll suck you good sir...
please don't punish me!"

She heard nothing from Deepak who seemed occupied with whatever he'd
fetched. But then he came to her side. He said with fire in his words:

"Quiet! Every time I start liking you a wee bit you go and do
something stupid. Had I given you permission to get off?" Eliciting
no response he slapped her hard. "Answer me bitch!"

"No sir." Kareena replied her face burning red.

"Then why did you?"

Kareena opened her mouth to justify her actions, but checked herself in
time. She was sure that any more words would just mean additional
misery. She just said: "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again."

"No, it won't I'm sure... because after this punishment, you'll
be mortally scared of ever fingering yourself. Each time your hand goes
near your pussy, you'll remember how much trouble it caused you the
last time you did. Mark my words... this is definitely the last time
you'll ever finger yourself. 'Cause Chameli you Whore, you are
going to be the world's first Human Electric Tester." Before she
could say a word Deepak slapped her hard. "No more crap talk from
you. I'm NOT interested in you sucking my cock. I'm NOT interested
in your filthy pussy. Your butt is mine in any case. So you can't
offer me a goddamn thing. You'll keep quiet unless you want to be
punished even more."

Kareena clammed shut, but that didn't mean she was scared any less.
She watched silently as Deepak took a large wire which looked like the
Cable-TV cable, but it forked out into two. The end of each of the
leads was metallic wire that glinted. Deepak laid each of the leads on
her breasts and then taped the tips to the nipples. Kareena started to
beg again, but Deepak raised his hand, and that was enough to keep
Kareena quiet.

Kareena screamed in agony as Deepak clamped two more lead to her pussy
lips using clamps. "It pains! It pains! Please take it away!" she
screamed. Deepak paid no attention. Finally he held something in his
hands which first made Kareena stop howling and then howl with even
greater terror. It was a metallic cylinder, about 6 inches longs and
about an inch in diameter.  It had a round head and was shaped like a
dildo. It shined in the light of the room. "This is to fry your
ass!" Deepak informed her. He spat on his hands and then rubbed the
saliva on the anal probe.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kareena hollered as Deepak pushed the probe
completely into Kareena's bum-hole. He pushed a finger behind it,
embedding it in further. "That's for screaming unnecessarily! I
haven't even begun using you Human Tester... and you start giving
reports already? In any case... you might as well learn what to do now.
Now listen carefully, I don't want to repeat myself. The probes on
your tits and the ones attached to your pussy lips are the positives.
What electricians and their glorified cousins, the engineers, call the
'live' wire. The cylinder in your ass-chute is the 'neutral'.
Of course which is which hardly matters when you are getting fried. Now
here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to test every single
socket in this house. I'm going to put these, in to the holes of the
socket." he said holding up what looked like chop-sticks with thick
needles at one end and the wires attached at the other. "Now when I
put these into the socket you will instantly know whether it works or
not. How? Well, because you'll get a shock, except this time the
effect will be a thousand times more magnified, since your innermost
parts will feel the electricity flowing through you. Since you
haven't studied much, I might tell you, that the electricity will
flow from your breasts and pussy towards your ass. You might think of
your ass as a massive sink into which all the electricity that will
flow through the 'lives' will pour into. Every time you feel
'charged up' you'll scream and let me know that the socket is
working. You will say: 'It Works!'. Now let's try the first
socket!"

'AAAAAAAAEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!" Kareena screamed as Deepak
put his checking probes into the sockets on the wall and switched the
button on. Then he switched it off. "I guess this socket isn't
working... but it was working just fine today morning..." he seemed
to be speaking to himself, "but then again, the 'Tester' didn't
scream out 'It works!'... strange... No, I must try again... I'll
try, try till I succeed! I'll try till the 'Tester' says 'IT
WORKS!' he ended loudly. He switched the button on again.

"AAAAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTWOOOOOORRKKKKKSSSSSAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Kareena shrieked. The socket was switched off, and Kareena stopped
screaming. She was panting.

"Well! What do you know! Robert Bruce was right! I didn't even have
to try a third time! The Tester said the words!" he chuckled, seeming
mighty pleased with himself. Then he grabbed Kareena's hair in a
bunch and snarled at her: "Never ever do anything without my
permission! Hope you'll remember that when you're screaming. Like
I've promised, I'm going to check each and every socket in the
house. And incase you think that the cable's not long enough, it's
200 metres... I'm going to be checking the sockets in the garden as
well... so you'd better scream loudly, cause I'm going to hold
these probes down in the sockets till I can hear you. Bye for now...
you'll know whenever I'm in 'testing times'!" he grinned at
her and left the room.

For the next half an hour Kareena screamed like there was no tomorrow.
The electric current would make her body jump. Her ankles and wrists
where she was bound were raw. Just when she was settling from a shock
she'd feel another jolt and would thrash around like a fledgling
learning to fly.. True to his word, Deepak did test the sockets in the
garden and the backyard. He pretended not to hear her and held down the
probes for a good ten seconds before he let her stop screaming. But he
was kind enough to leave plenty of sockets out.

When he came back, the bed-sheet below Kareena was soaked in sweat.
Kareena looked absolutely fagged out, gasping for breath, her hair in
disarray. In stoic silence Deepak removed the probes from over her body
and from in it. Then he removed the pillows below her waist and
released the bonds. She lay still, spent. Deepak sat beside her. He
took her head into his lap. Kareena turned to her side and buried her
head in his lap. She started sobbing softly.  Running his fingers
gently through her hair, he said softly. "Obedience is of primary
importance darling. If you had asked me for permission would I have
denied you such a small thing? But understand... you are my slave, and
slaves as a rule, must have no mind of their own. That I thought should
be simple enough for someone like you given your pea-sized brain!" he
chuckled, "Would you like to rest?" he asked her kindly. Kareena
nodded a yes. "Fine... but that would mean you're doing no work,
serving no purpose. And a slave without a purpose is as good as a piece
of furniture!" Then he clapped his hands and said "Splendid!
That's what you can be... a piece of furniture! You can be my
footrest while I watch TV." Kareena raised her head from his lap and
stared at him in disbelief. He wanted her to humiliate herself further
and yet he was making it sound as if HE was doing HER a favor!

Deepak saw this and his voice turned grim again: "What's the matter
dear? Don't like the idea?"

There was such menace in his voice that Kareena immediately agreed to
do what he asked. He smiled broadly again. "Glad you like my idea
slave... in any case if you think you don't need rest, that's
great, because there's a toilet out there in the backyard, my
constables use it, you could clean it if you want... with your tongue!
You have a choice: Rest or Restroom!"

"No! I'll rest! I'll rest!" Kareena almost screamed!

"Hmmm, I dunno..." Deepak said putting his hand on his chin "that
toilet really needs cleaning... yellow like hell with piss stains...
you sure you need rest Poo?"

"Yes sir! YES SIR!" Kareena squealed.

"Okay. I guess I can get that dick Aman Varma to clean it up...
he's always extra enthusiastic, isn't he! The sight of a dirty
toilet seems to excite him more than seeing Aishwhoreya nude! Forget
him. Go to the outer room and arrange yourself before the couch. I'll
grab me a bite. And oh yeah, crawl there on all fours!"

He waited patiently as Kareena got down on all fours and started
crawling out of the room. The white globes of her butt which were red
that morning were now a delicate shade of pink. Her perfect tits
dangled below her like ripe peaches ready to be picked.  Her slit was
dark pink and seemed meant for mating forever. He smiled a deep smile
of satisfaction.

Kareena wiped her fresh tears en route to the outer room. She felt
humiliated yes, but it was far better than having to lick a toilet
bowl, or worse still face some more diabolical punishment. She stopped
crawling in front of the couch. She tried to figure out how she could
simulate a footrest. She then kneeled and let her butt touch her feet,
and then bent forward so that her breasts now touched her knees. Her
hands were on the floor ahead of her.

Deepak ambled into the room, with a large packet of wafers and a bottle
of beer. He didn't say anything to Kareena as he sat on the couch.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, he put
his legs forward and on Kareena's back. Kareena groaned a little
under the weight. Deepak seemed uncomfortable, shuffling his feet
constantly. Then he put a foot on Kareena's head and pushed it down.

"You make a lopsided table slave. Why is your cocky head up? Push it
down Poo! Kiss the fucking carpet if you have to!" Kareena felt a
ball in her throat. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes. She wished the
ground would split and she'd be swallowed in, rather than being made
to face such degradation.

Deepak was of course totally detached from her feelings and the like...
Having made sure he was comfortable with his footrest he turned on the
TV. An old hag was blabbering. But the words made Kareena freeze with
fear.

"There are reports of large scale riots in Teenhaathpur a distant
suburb of Mumbai. The immediate cause for the altercation is not known,
but unconfirmed reports state that a minor quarrel between youths of
the majority and minority community over some pictures of cine-actress
Kareena Kapoor, snowballed into arson and rioting. The VHP and the
Muslim League have called for a Mumbai wide bandh tomorrow,
independently, to protest against the violence. Our correspondent
Iluklikeabird Randisawmy   reports"

A short squat and extremely thin girl was flashed on the screen. She
said much the same things as the main news reader adding only: "The
photographs were apparently taken this morning in the market of
Teenhaathpur, and show a rather racy dressing sense of the young star.
I have with me the local mohala leader Raja. Rajajee, kya yeh sach hain
ki Kareenaji idhar aee thee?" the reporter asked in heavily accented
Hindi. To her horror Kareena saw the face of the dada on the screen.

"Kareena idhar aya tha!" Raj was saying all excited, "Woh idhar
bhajee lene ko aya.  Bola to ekdam raapchik maal hain..." but the
next word was beeped out. Raja was hastily pulled away from in front of
the camera, but not before everyone could hear how he'd like to screw
Kareena over a push cart...

"Looks like you are in a bit of a spot eh dearie? And looks like
you'll be spending tomorrow's day with me as well!" Deepak
guffawed.

Kareena couldn't think.

End of Chapter 8.


Chapter 9: The one that's Really Hot!

Kareena screamed! Her back was on fire. But soon it was a mixed
thought.  She opened her eyes and realized that the TV was indeed on,
but she had gone to sleep, and had dreamt the entire episode of the
bandhs. Her joy was so great that she could almost smile. Suddenly
though, the source of the burning sensation had vanished.

"Oops Poo! I kept my mug of coffee on your back... you simulate a
table so awfully well! Oh well, since you're up, we might as well get
some work done. There's some vacuuming to be done, and a few other
small jobs... but you'd better begin with some cooking... I'm
starving!"

Kareena looked at him nonplussed. "I don't know how to cook, Sir"
she said in a very small voice, after a pause.

"What?" Deepak demanded.

"I don't know how to cook, Sir" Kareena repeated. Kareena
struggled but worked hard to not yell as Deepak grabbed her hair and
pulled it upwards, forcing her to stand.  She began to cry as Deepak
slapped her.

"Worthless piece of shit! You heroines seem to think that just
because you are big stars, you don't have to perform the duties of a
woman. Who cooked at your home Cunt?"

"The servants, Sir, and sometimes Lolo helped them..."

"And you were the bratty younger sister, right?" he asked as he
slapped her yet again. "Answer me bitch, answer me!" he said
slapping her twice again, not letting her any chance to reply.

"Yes Sir!" Kareena finally blurted out among the blows.

"Yes Sir WHAT? Don't you need to know how to cook? Your servants
cook for you, you are my servant... so shouldn't you do the
cooking?"

"Yes Sir, but..." Kareena didn't complete. She was wincing from
pain; Deepak was now twisting her nipple viciously.

Finally Deepak let go. Kareena sank to the floor in a cross legged sit.
Her head was hung, her eyes still moist with tears. Deepak wasn't
finished though:

"Since you aren't going to cook, I'll have to order out...
AGAIN!" Kareena didn't say anything, Deepak continued: "So you
are going to have to repay me for my kindness, will you do that
Chameli?"

"Yes Sir." Kareena replied almost involuntarily, but wondering at
the same time what the repayment would be.

Deepak went up to his desk and took out a paper and a pen. "Do you
know how to read and write you piece of garbage? I mean did you
actually study in school, or just romp around lifting your skirt to
anything that walked on two legs?"

"I do Sir, I know how to read and write." Kareena piped up.

"Fine, then come and sit on my lap. You have to write a letter."
Deepak said, seating himself at the desk. Kareena moved up to him and
sat on his lap. Without any hint Deepak held around the waist with one
hand and jammed two fingers of the other into her cunt.

"Still sopping wet. Don't you ever get tired of being horny,
slut?" Kareena didn't reply. "Let's get on with the letter. Now
remember, write exactly as I tell you, and don't stop unless I say
so.. Mistakes will earn punishments; you should know that well enough
by now. Ready to write?"

"Yes Sir." Kareena replied, but now suddenly aware of the fact that
Deepak was rubbing her pussy.

"Good, then begin: To the Commisioner of Police."

Kareena began writing. She had been proud of her handwriting since
school. It was beautiful, the letters were written rapidly but words
ended in a flourish, making it look like the calligraphy on
certificates.

"Done? Okay, now write the subject, 'Request for transfer of
Inspector Deepak Salvi". Kareena put it down.

"Write: Dear Sir, I Kareena Kapoor, request the transfer of Inspector
Deepak Salvi, to my personal protection force."

Kareena's hand froze as she heard the words. This was insane!
Today's day had been the most terrible day of her life. And it was
all because of this man. She couldn't do it! She wouldn't let him
get himself transferred. He'd be around her 24 hours a day then! And
that would be unbearable!

The next moment Kareena almost flew into the air as she screamed her
lungs out. Deepak had caught her clit between his thumb and index
finger and practically ripped it off her body.

"Didn't I tell you NOT to pause?" Deepak chastised, but in a
quiet steely manner. "And the paper's now ruined... you'll just
have to start writing again." he continued. Indeed, there was along
line draw across the paper when Kareena had jerked because of the
sudden torture. "Get back to writing, and do write what I tell you,
without questioning. Yes, I want to be round you all the time. I have
realized what I was missing in my life: A fuck-toy like you! And if
I'm around you 24/7, I at least get a few hours everyday to be with
you... If not we can reduce your sleeping hours... or maybe we could
fuck between shots... the possibilities are endless. Yes, it'll be
wonderful!" Deepak seemed to be talking to himself again. He snapped
out of it and began dictating the letter anew.

At long last the letter was done. (Kareena having to write it a third
time because she had an orgasm and that ruined that particular attempt.
Deepak made her write a fourth copy because he loved her hand writing
so much...) Deepak made Kareena sign the letters and also address the
envelopes. The stamps were of course put in the truly original fashion
of Deepak.

"We'll have a good time together, won't we Poo?" he grinned at
Kareena.

"Yes sir." Kareena replied, not meaning either word of it.

"I'm sure we will... now to the next task... vacuum the bedroom
whilst I order food. Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What Sir?"

"When someone is kind to you what do you do?"

Kareena's face burned. Then she screamed: "You really expect me to
thank you? For what? For making my life hell? For humiliating me? For
treating me like dirt? What for? You expect me to thank you... well...
you can just go fuck yourself!" Then without even looking at Deepak
she stomped off into the bedroom. Deepak followed her in silence.
Entering the bedroom, he closed the door behind him, and locked it.

"Darling... I'm not the one who's going to fuck himself... you
will! I've been too kind with you... listening quietly to your
nonsense. Now you will fuck yourself by pushing your FIST UP YOUR CUNT!
And what's worse... I'm going to be fucking your shitter while
you're at it... You should learn from your shit-hole... it's been
so badly fucked, and yet it keeps shut. And shut tight. Though now
you're going to wish it never would shut up... Maybe your mouth and
bung-hole should exchange places...Or did they some time? You keep
talking so much shit!"

The mention of the word "ass" set Kareena shivering. She wished she
hadn't shot off like that.

"I'm sorry sir... not my ass, please sir!  Please sir! Forgive your
poor slave. Fuck me sir, make me do anything, but leave my ass alone!
Please sir!"

Deepak punched Kareena in the stomach. It wasn't a very hard punch,
but enough to knock the air out of her. She fell with a thud on the
bed, face down. Deepak put his foot on her back, pinning her down on
the bed. She yelled, the edge of the shoe-sole was eating into the
small of her back.

"Anything Poo?"

"Yes Sir!" Kareena breathed heavily.

"You sure slut? Because you can't back off then!"

"Anything sir, just please leave my ass alone!"

"Hmmm... smarter than I thought... I thought I'd have you say
anything and then push my fist up your ass... Fisting your ass
qualifies as 'anything' does it not?"

Kareena baulked at such an idea. Then she repeated, but more dolefully
now: "Sir, I'll do anything, anything at all... but please no more
torture to my ass!"

"Will you obey all that I tell you, and cause no more trouble?"

"Yes Sir, but please leave..."

Before she could say the words Deepak had smacked her hard on the
buttocks. "Enough with your ass already! I'll leave it alone. Now
show your obedience by getting down on your knees in a doggie pose!"

Kareena whimpered but got down into position. Deepak turned towards his
cupboard and started rummaging as he was wont to do. Kareena didn't
dare to look up.

At length, Deepak spoke: "Alright bitch... two options: Re-born
Virgin or the Sizzler. Which will it be?"

"I dunno what they are, Sir" Kareena managed to stammer out.

"Hmmm... I guess I should explain. You have been fucked plenty of
times right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir WHAT you CUNT? Speak in complete sentences!"

"Yes Sir, I have been fucked plenty of times."

"Exactly! So you aren't a virgin quite. So here's what I'm
going to do. I'll take tissue paper napkin, and sew it to your
cunt-lips. And then I'll fuck your puss with its new covering.
It'll feel to me like breaking your cherry, and prior experience
tells me you'll cry just as much as you did when you were first
deflowered... in fact you'll cry a lot more... when I fuck your puss,
threads sewing the pussy lips are drawn together... in fact at times
they tear thru the ..."

"The sizzler! The sizzler!" Kareena cried! She definitely didn't
want any sewing up of her pussy! What could be more dangerous or
horrible than that!

"I wish I could say that you've made a wise choice Hon but... Well,
alright, since you've made your choice, I might as well explain this
new toy. It's one of my favourites, since I happen to have designed
it myself. This is what it is!" he said.

Kareena saw a gleaming metallic dildo shaped toy. The upper part which
resembled a dildo completely was about a foot long and about two inches
in diameter. It had a very smooth and round head. The base was a
cylinder, much wider than the upper portion. An electric cord came out
of it. It didn't look very threatening, and Kareena wondered what she
was expected to do with it. Her question was soon answered.

"This is what I call the 'Sizzler'." Deepak informed her,
"You can see the electric cord running out at the bottom. So you will
know this is an electric device..." Kareena looked at him horrified.
"No worry darling, no more shocks for you... not for now, in any
case! Back to the 'Sizzler': the base has heating coils, as does
the protrusion. When electricity is passed, the coils get heated up.
Now, I've made sure that the 'stick' as I call it has been
insulated enough, so that it won't burn your insides... or so I
hope... but the base is a different story. It gets mighty hot.
Wondering why it's called the 'Sizzler'? Here's how it's
supposed to work: I'll place it on a stand and you will fuck the
stick part, standing of course. Now the fun part: As your pussy juices
up, the pussy juices will work their way down to the base: that's
where they SIZZLE! So you'll hear sounds as if fish are being fried
below your pussy... hell, I hope it doesn't smell as much! I
wouldn't know... Oh didn't I mention? You're the first one to try
out my new device."

Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak put his hand over her
mouth. Her cries were now muffled.

"No need to thank me dearie, the pleasure is all mine! Now let's
move to the outer room, that's the scene of the action! I mean your
action!"

Kareena refused to budge. Then she saw stars. She yelled loudly into
Deepak's hand, but never finished her cry. She fainted with the pain
long before that. Deepak had kicked her squarely in the cunt.

Kareena woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach. Her cunt complained
terribly, but she was horrified to discover that her hands were cuffed
behind her back and that her mouth had been gagged. As she looked
around with her big blue eyes, the doe began to whimper again. She had
just realized that her hair had been tied. In front of her was a wooden
stool with the 'Sizzler' fixed to it. The stool seemed to have been
made for the tool. She hadn't noticed earlier that the base was
threaded. The 'Sizzler' was now screwed into the stool and stood up
proud, and menacingly. It was already plugged in, and now Kareena's
eyes opened even wider as saw that the air around the device was
shimmering because of the heat. This 'thing' was definitely very
very hot!

Deepak noticed Kareena stirring and got to work immediately. Kareena
shouted loudly as she felt her hair being pulled upwards. But Deepak
wasn't pulling it! A rope had been tied to Kareena's hair and now
she was forced to get off the ground if she didn't want her hair
pulled out by the roots. She started to stand up but her legs gave away
mid-way. Kareena yelled loudly into the gag as she was momentarily
hung solely by her hair. She quickly put her legs down as Deepak
continued to haul her up. The rope had been passed thru a pulley on a
hook. The hook was originally fitted into the ceiling in order to hang
a zhula, but that had never been done.

At last Deepak stopped hauling. But that didn't mean that Kareena had
stopped howling! She was now standing on her tip toes. Deepak seemed
oblivious to her hassle as he tied the free end of the rope to the foot
of a sofa. Kareena watched him with abject fear as he brought the stool
with the 'Sizzler' attached closer and closer. He seemed to have
missed something, so he went behind her, and then even as Kareena
hollered, he lifted her right off the ground. Kareena's horror was
multiplied because though she was shouting with all her might, none of
it was audible to Deepak. She felt pain in her own ears as the sound of
her cries rang through them, but all Deepak heard (or pretended not to
hear) was a muffled cry.

Deepak now dragged the table towards the spot where she had been
standing. For a few moments Kareena's weight rested on Deepak's
back as he moved her away from ground zero. Then he turned around
suddenly and caught both her legs near the thighs. He lifted them
further so that they were now in a straight line. He lifted her entire
weight by the thighs and lifted her a bit further in the air. Kareena
hollered some more as her pussy was splayed open by the pose she was
in. Deepak positioned her cunt above the 'Sizzler' and then without
any warning he let go off Kareena's thighs.

Kareena screamed her loudest cry ever as her pussy landed with a thud
on the head of the 'Sizzler'. Since her entire body weight was
acting down on one small spot, her cunt quickly split taking in four
inches of the Sizzler rapidly. Kareena's legs had come down crashing
as well, but their fall was arrested as the thighs pressed down hard on
the edges of the stool.

Kareena looked a sight: There she was: the most successful cock-tease
in Bollywood, hung up by her hair, her hands cuffed behind her back,
her legs split open, and a metal rod stuck up her vagina.

Deepak stood in front of her with a mocking smile. Turning to his side
he took a glass of water that was kept there. He dipped two fingers in
the glass and then let two drops fall gently onto the base of the
Sizzler. Satisfied with the 'Chrrrr' sound it made as the steam
rose; he gave a smile of deep satisfaction. He spoke for the first time
since Kareena had awoken:

"See the steam darling? The base of this thing is freaking hot!"

Kareena didn't need to be told this! She had the phallic rod of this
diabolical device embedded inside her, and boy was it HOT! It was not
hot enough to cause any permanent damage, but it was hot enough to
cause intense agony. Kareena was yelling continuously now, but all
Deepak heard was a continual whimper. He spoke again:

"Now I'm going to let you down... if I were you, I wouldn't touch
base!"

Kareena had expected Deepak to let her down slowly, but instead Deepak
just freed the other end of the rope. Kareena howled! The 10 inches of
the rod had been thrust inside her in one stroke. It felt as if a red
hot poker had been shoved up her pussy. Kareena had narrowly escaped
having her pussy-lips roasted on the Sizzler base. It had taken all her
presence of mind to arrest her fall as soon as her feet reached the
ground.

This wasn't something which helped either, because either by design
or accident, Deepak had arranged the Sizzler such that if Kareena
didn't want to make contact with the base, she had to stand on tip
toe. The strain on Kareena's legs was unbearable!

Deepak decided he had kept the bitch silent for too long. He removed
the gag. At once Kareena began to beg:

"Forgive me Sir, please get me off this device! It's too hot!
I'll burn up from inside! Please Sir!"

Deepak's only reaction was to start playing with her clitoris.

"I need you to juice up Poo... or rather juice down onto the base!
Until you do that, I'm afraid, there's going to be no respite.
Wouldn't you have rather had a fisting? But then... you were born to
make stupid choices... why else would you act opposite Tusshar Kapoor?

Suddenly the phone rang jarringly, breaking the tense silence.

"Shit!" Deepak exclaimed, "That damn thing had to ring right now!
How I hate putting you on auto! It's so much nicer to see you squirm
under my hands!"

Kareena didn't understand what he was saying but her unasked question
was answered almost immediately. Deepak put his hand under the stool
and pressed an unseen button. The Sizzler now began to Whirr.

"Hope you like the 'Fuckin' Hot Vibrator Mode'!" he chuckled
and walked away to answer the call.

If Kareena had been silent till now it was only because she was afraid
of being handled (Even more!) roughly, but now that Deepak had closed
the door behind him, she began to howl. As the artificial penis was
vibrating, it became hotter and hotter. Now Kareena was sure that her
cunt was going to be fried from the inside. She vowed to herself to
never eat any barbecue items again. She now knew how the meat must
feel! (The return of the armchair philosopher). She prayed to all the
Gods she could remember, to get her out of this ordeal.

Kareena was facing her mind-body dilemma again. In her mind she
didn't want to cum. She couldn't imagine being aroused when she was
being debased so much, but her pussy told another story. The vibrations
were titillating the much abused orifice. Kareena's cunt  which was
never known to be particularly dry, was now showering the base with
pussy juice. It made the familiar sound 'Chrrr', but adding injury
to insult was the fact that Kareena just couldn't stop juicing.

Juicing was making her life more terrible as well. As the juices
reached the base and were vaporized, the cum spluttered and sent angry
white hot drops of fried cum juice onto her thighs. More horribly, the
continuous cumming was arduous physically. Her legs threatened to give
away, and every so often her cunt-lips would come tantalizingly close
to the base.

Kareena was now semi-conscious. Lust was slowly taking over, but the
conscious part of her mind cried out in terror. If she orgasmed, she
knew she would not be able to hold balance. She was sure her lips would
then get burnt. Her conscious mind begged her body not to come.

Suddenly its wish came true. Kareena who had now closed her eyes and
begun to moan opened them wide. The vibrations had stopped. Deepak
stood in front of her with a mocking smile, he had pulled the plug on
the Sizzler.

"You are a born slut Poo! I'm sure you'll shine in Chameli!
Whore-heart, that's what I call bitches like you. Here you are, tied
up, with a ghastly contraption shoved up your pussy, and you are still
moaning with pleasure like a bitch in heat. I bow before the greatest
hooker I have seen in my life!"

Deepak gave a mock bow, but Kareena's cheeks burned red. She realized
what he had just said was true. She couldn't believe that she had
reached so low. But Deepak didn't seem interested in letting her
think too much. He spoke loudly now.

"Chameli, it seems I have to report to the police station. Chaman
Dedfutya has been arrested. He could lead us to the main guy behind the
drug cartel that's been running in central Mumbai. You have quite a
few hours left as my servant, so I can just order you, but since I'm
feeling kind, I'll give you two options: You can come with me, or you
can stay here. If you stay at home, you'll have to clean up that
toilet bowl I told you to. And since there's a camera installed
there, I'll know for sure whether you licked it clean or just took an
easier way out. My bedroom toilet is dirty as well, so you'll have to
clean that up too. But before that, you'll have to test-run my
Sizzler. We now know it works well in the pussy, but will it be so easy
on the ass as well? That you will find out and report to me."

The 'A' word had Kareena speaking at once: "I'll come! I'll
come!"

"Hmmm, a hooker on an investigation is always a problem, but alright.
But you're going to have to get off your beloved Sizzler if you're
going to come with me. GET OFF ALREADY!" Deepak yelled.

Kareena got of the Sizzler in a jiffy. She stood there mute, her hands
still behind her back and a long rope extending down from her hair.
Deepak smiled to himself as he noticed Kareena's pussy lips had
puffed out and her hole was still dripping.

"Put on some clothes for goodness sake! You can't come with me
looking like this!"

Kareena's head was bowed and she said almost inaudibly: "My hands
are cuffed Sir, and I don't have anything to wear."

"Jeez! I have to think of everything! Is it my fault you have no
clothes left?" Deepak walked off to the inner room and returned
presently. He un-cuffed  Kareena. Throwing a dirty old shirt at her, he
ordered her to wear it.

"Let me grab the Jeep keys and we'll be off!" he said.

"Sir!" Kareena cried, "Sir what about my underwear?"

"Whatever for? From whom exactly are you trying to hide you pussy?
The only others at the police-station will be Pandu and Datta. And they
pretty much know what I do. I let them screw a few of the younger
bar-dancers once in a while. Woh bhi khush, hum bhi khush! Only the
girls are not so khush, but who gives a shit what they think! I think
I'll give them both a tremendous 'Khushi' tonight... they'll be
indebted for life... okay 'Khushi'?"

Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak was already gone.

Kareena wore the shirt, but she felt terribly naked. The shirt was made
of very thin material. It was short as well, and Kareena knew she had
to be careful not to bend, or it'd be one glorious ass-show.

Deepak came back dressed in uniform. He put out his elbow. "Come my
love, let's go to the party!" he said jovially. Kareena was glad to
leave his house of terror. She locked her arm with his and they both
stepped out.

End of Chapter 9.


Chapter 10: The one in the End.

The night was cold. Kareena's nipples gave it an instant salute, but
her pussy was pacified. The Sizzler had kept it thoroughly hot and
absolutely dry. As the night air rose, it calmed down the abused hole.
Though it felt a little funny to be walking outside without any
underwear, Kareena was feeling rather good about the cooling down. In
fact she was feeling so good that she lifted the bottom edge of the
shirt to expose her pussy a little more. Then she realized how obscene
it must look, and quickly pulled away her hand. They had come close to
the jeep by now.

"Fanning your fanny dear? " Deepak chuckled.

Kareena was stunned. She didn't think he'd noticed. "I asked you
a question girlie!" Deepak said in a sterner tone.

"Yes sir, I mean no sir, I mean... my cunny was a little hot sir, and
the night air felt nice... I'm sorry sir!"

"Sorry? Hell no! Don't be! Since you like it so much, I'll make
sure you feel it all the way from here to the police station!"

Kareena stared at him. "On the hood doll!" Kareena didn't move.
Deepak was not a man of patience. He expected to be obeyed immediately.
He lifted Kareena and seated her on the bonnet of the Jeep. Kareena
still didn't understand what he was getting at. She sat there,
craning her neck after him. Deepak went to the back of the Jeep and
brought out large lengths of rope.

It suddenly dawned on Kareena what he planned to do. Immediately she
started to move, trying to jump off the hood. But Deepak was too swift
for her. He pushed her back. The night seemed to have brought Kareena
new found energy. She struggled like a wild cat. Scratching and pawing
at Deepak, but in the end Deepak  was much stronger. He slapped her so
hard that she saw stars. Before she could come back to her senses,
Deepak had pinned down her right leg and tied it to the side of the
Jeep. Once this was done it was relatively easy to tie down her other
leg. Kareena shouted wildly. Her limbs which had only recently been
splayed monstrously open were now spread out once again. They
complained crazily. If Kareena hadn't done splits in school, she
would have definitely taken permanent damage.

Deepak tied a length of rope on her wrist and pulled back the arm
against the windshield. Passing the rope from the inside of the Jeep,
he brought it out at the other end and tied her other wrist with it.
Kareena was now effectively immobilized. Her back rested against the
windscreen. Deepak had pulled up the shirt she was wearing so that her
butt now touched the cold hood of the vehicle. That didn't seem so
bad right now, but Deepak knew it could get scalding hot as the Jeep
ran a little while.

"I'm going to use your body like a rag-doll, cunt!" he informed
Kareena, "If it were only for today then I'd have been nicer, but
since I'm going to be around you constantly, I'm sure I'll have
other times to be more romantic. Today I want to make you pain. I'm
going to get rid of that stinky attitude that you have. I hope the
breeze cools down your pussy because you have three men to please at
the police station!" But Kareena was too absorbed in her misery to
hear him. She tugged hard at the ropes, but they had been tied very
securely, giving her almost no purchase. Her throat was now parched
from the constant screaming, and all that came out was hoarse cries.
But the tone had changed. Initially she had called Deepak myriad names,
and ordered him to release her, but now she was begging him to release
her.

Deepak paid no attention. He got into the Jeep and started it. Almost
instantly Kareena, whose shouting had been a little low volumed, now
started to yell like there was no tomorrow. What had felt so nice when
she was walking was now a torture. Deepak had upped the speed, and now
the cold air felt like a blast on her sore pussy. To add to that
'chilling' misery, her ass was now being toasted over the hot
bonnet.

Just as she thought she'd pass out, they arrived at the police
station. Hearing the sound of the Jeep, Pandu and Datta came out. They
ogled wildly at the body adorning the Bonnet.

"Kaise lage mere Autographics? Sau takka free! Aur paint bhi nahi
bighadta!" Deepak chuckled as he jumped out of the Jeep. Pandu and
Datta laughed raucously, never letting their eyes off Kareena.
Kareena's face burned in shame. For a moment she forgot all about her
raw wrists and ankles and summoned the steeliest look she could and
stared back at the constables. But the next moment she screamed
horribly as Deepak caught her pussy lips and tugged them out hard.

"Hmmm, jivanta ahe meli!" he said "gheun ya re aat. Dedfutya
bolat nahi na... hya randela  baghitlyavar kasa nahi bolnar! Gheun ya
aat... kalji ghya, laath marte ghodyasarkhi. Traas dila tar dya ekadh
don lagaoon." ("Get her in. Dedfutya ain't talking? Let's see
how he doesn't speak when he sees this whore. Be careful though: she
kicks! If she causes any trouble give her a few tight ones!") Saying
so, Deepak went into the police station.

Kareena had no opportunity to kick. Pandu and Datta went about their
jobs like professionals. While Datta untied her legs, and held them
tight, Pandu released her hands. Kareena would have tried to hit out
with her hands, but as soon as they were freed, Datta pulled her off
the hood by her legs. Pandu caught her before she fell down and
together they carried her in like a sack of potatoes.

 From the corner of her eye she saw that her Skoda was still parked
there, covered with even more bird-droppings and a thick layer of dust.
Even as she looked a dog which had been barking for a while lifted its
leg and let out a jet over the rear tyre. Kareena closed her eyes and
wept silently.

Kareena saw a watch on the wall. It was closing on midnight. She saw
the cabin she had been in just the previous morning. That seemed so far
away. But they weren't taking her into the cabin. They carried her
into a dark room. A single light shone in the middle of the room
casting a circle of light on the floor. They put her down roughly; face
downwards, on the cold floor. Datta's 'danda' pushed down between
her shoulder blades while Pandu's stick pinned her down at the small
of the back. Kareena lifted her head to look around. It took a few
moments for her eyes to adjust to the diminished light.

She gasped at the sight she saw. A man was tied upside down by his
legs, the light streaming down onto his body from the top. His legs
were tied to rope that ran over a pulley. The other end of the rope was
tied to a hook on the side of the room. His hands were tied behind his
back. He wasn't very tall at all, about five feet. He wasn't
wearing much either, just the rudimentary baniyan and underwear.

Deepak had his baton in hand. Deepak struck the man on his back with
it. The man screamed. "Bhadve, Bijlani ka supari liya tu? Kisne diya
supari? Bol madarchod nahi to itna marunga ki hospitalize karna
padega."

"Maa kasam sahab, apun ko kuch nahi malum!" the man wailed.

"Natak karataye saale. Seedhe se bata, nahito peeth phod ke
rakhdunga!" said Deepak striking another blow on the man's back.

"Bhagwan ke liye humko chhod do sahab, maine supari nahi lee!" the
man begged.

"Tu aise nahi bataiga... shayad yeh randi terese kuchh ugalva
sake!" Deepak said. Then on a sign from him, Kareena was carried into
the circle of light. Almost as soon as she was put down, Deepak hauled
her up by her hair. Kareena stood up with a little yowl.

The man, who had been so far whimpering, suddenly went quiet.

"Pehchana is raand ko?" Deepak shouted, "haan yeh Kareena Kapoor
hain. Saalee ne meri gaand chaati hain aaj. Kyun chaati hain ki
nahi?" said Deepak turning towards Kareena and slapping her hard.
"Jawab de suar ki bacchi, jawab de!" he cried grabbing her cheeks
with his hand and making her lips pout.

"Haan! Haan!" Kareena cried, not wishing to be insulted anymore in
front of such scum.

"Chusse gi iska lavda?" Deepak asked her. Kareena made no reply.
"Pandu jara danda ghussad iski gaand mein... jab gaand fategi tabhi
samjhegi laundiya."

"Chusoongee! Chusoongee!" Kareena yelled.

"Ab aee na line mein! Chal shirt uttar!"

Very slowly Kareena began to unbutton her shirt. Deepak had no
patience. He caught the shirt by the collars and ripped it open sending
the buttons flying in every direction.

"Datta dekh saale ka kaise khada ho raha hain!" said Deepak
striking the man once again. The man groaned but his eyes were now
glued to Kareena's naked form not two feet away from him.

"Chuddy uttar iski, raand!" Deepak ordered Kareena.

Very reluctantly she tugged the man's underwear upwards. She looked
in horror at the thing that sprung almost into her face.

"Kaisa laga Dedfutya ka ded foot?" Deepak teased Kareena.

It was unbelievable. Chaman's penis was unhumanly long. Even now when
it was semi-flaccid it was almost a foot long.

"Maa ki permission ke liye ruki hain kya kutti? Chus saale ka
lavda!" Pandu yelled, out of the blue.

"Shaanti Pandu. Adjust hu de tila... Nantar tumcha hi turn yeil!
Pandu tera number bhi ayega! Chalo Kareenajee, time to begin!"
("Patience Pandu. Let her adjust. You'll get your turn soon!")

Kareena looked very frightened. She just kept staring at the cock which
was getting stiffer by the minute, and, to her horror, longer! Kareena
rent the silence with a high-pitched shriek. Deepak had struck her
bottom hard with his baton.

"Admire karne ko time nahi hain! Kaam chalu kar!" There was such
menace in his voice that Kareena put her hands out and held the rod.
Then she put her lips onto it, and began to suck very slowly. If
Chaman's cock had been growing laterally till now, it started growing
width wise on her sucking. Soon Kareena's mouth was full and she
could already taste the pre-cum.

"Lollipop kha rahi hain kya Randee? Jara aur chuus!" Deepak said.
He grabbed her hair in a bunch and rammed her head onto the cock.
Kareena gasped, but as she did, the cock sank a few inches down her
throat. Kareena panicked. She couldn't breathe! Deepak was forcing
more and more of the monstrous member down her throat. Just as she felt
she would pass out Deepak dragged her head back by the hair. Kareena
gasped for air, but before she had had her fill Deepak had rammed her
head forwards again. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards,
back and forth her torture continued.

Suddenly she felt something on her pussy. Faintly through the violence
of her face-fucking she heard one of the constables say: "Kha raand
ki chut, KHA!" If Kareena had been able to look downwards she
would've seen Chaman's face being forced into her pussy. Right now
all she felt was hot breath.

Chaman had his own problems. Forced into Kareena's pussy, he
couldn't breathe either. Though the pussy smelt divine, and it was a
real cock raiser to be snuffing Kareena Kapoor's pussy, they
couldn't compensate for oxygen! Involuntarily he opened his mouth,
only to have Kareena's hairy pussy fed into it.

Kareena felt a strange feeling now. All that she hated was happening
once more. She hated her position, she hated the situation, she hated
everything that she was doing, but her body was out to betray her once
again. The hot breath on her pussy, and the intermittent licking by
Chaman (he had started to put out his tongue, finding it easier to
breathe that way) was exciting her once more. Much as she tried not to,
her pussy was juicing up.

But it did not last for long. All said, Kareena was an excellent
cock-sucker as Deepak already knew. Kareena felt Chaman's cock-head
bulging in her throat and knew what was about to happen. She tried
desperately to get the cock out of her, but Deepak held her head firm.
 From her reaction and from the obscene lump in her throat, he had
guessed what was about to happen. Not only did he hold her head forced
down on the gigantic cock, he now put his other hand below her chin and
pushed it up so that Kareena bit down on the cock. This did the trick.
Chaman's cock spasmed and sent burning cum hurtling down her throat.
Stream after stream of gooey white hot liquid it spurted. Kareena was
now gagging. But her gagging only acted as a pump on the snakelike cock
down her throat, it only helped to milk out more juice. Kareena's
eyes went wide. Despite she tearing them open a darkness filled them.
Just as she began to lose consciousness Deepak pulled her head
backwards. But it was of little help. Chaman's cock was still
cumming. Even as Deepak pulled Kareena's mouth completely off the
cock, an angry stream met Kareena right in the eye. Another ran onto
her nose, and some more cum landed on her chin. It seemed as if
Chaman's cock hadn't liked losing its cum-sponge at all!

At last Chaman stopped cumming. Kareena looked like a used whore from a
Japanese bukkake movie. Her face was coated with sperm, and her mouth
which was still open had a pool of white liquid inside it.

"Drink it!" Deepak ordered her. She didn't seem to be listening.
She was too tired from her forced throat exercise. Deepak, not wanting
to touch her cum-stained face, hit her lightly with his stick on her
butt.

"DRINK IT!" he said louder than before. The butt-stroke had made
Kareena look at him and quietly she swallowed. The next moment she gave
a heave. But Pandu's hand was on her face in flash.

"Idhar ulti nahi karne ka!" he informed her. Then with Datta's
help he led her to a toilet that was adjoining the torture cell. Deepak
could hear a loud retching sound, and then fluid falling. Some more
retching and some more fluid fell. Finally he heard a flush being
pulled.

Datta and Pandu led Kareena back into the cell. They had to practically
carry her in. Her face was hung, her hair in disarray, and a wet sheen
of sweat covering her entire body. She was absolutely famished, Deepak
could tell. He signed to the men and they put her down on the floor.
She sat cross-legged, her hands between her feet, and her chin touching
her chest.

"Datta, madam na face wash de!" ("Give madam a face-wash")
Deepak said suddenly. Kareena looked up, wondering what this new term
meant. Datta seemed apprehensive.
"Sir... face wash?" he asked slowly.

"Dattaram! Kaay premat vagare padlas ki kaay? Arre raandela thoknya
agaodar chehra saaf nako ka? Apan jasa tya Bar-girl na vagavto, tasach
vagvaycha hila. No special treatment!" ("Dattaram, are you in love
or something? Before you fuck this whore, you gotta get her face clean,
don't you? Treat her like we treat the bar-girls... no special
treatment!")

Unfortunately Kareena didn't have a translator to translate the talk
for her, but Deepak's tone told her that whatever was forthcoming
wasn't going to be very good. Not wishing to be tortured any more,
she let all her pride fly to the winds and feel flat on her belly, her
hands reaching out to grab Deepak's ankle.

"Please let me go sir, please let me go. I can't take this anymore.
I'll die sir!"  Kareena begged.

"Hmmm... you're talking gibberish, you DO need a face wash, it'll
freshen you up!" saying so, Deepak grabbed her hair and dragged her
across the cold floor into the toilet. He dragged her to the edge of
the toilet seat, and Kareena suddenly realized what he meant to do. She
began to thrash about, but Deepak calmly dunked her head into the
toilet bowl and pulled the flush.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"  Kareena had begun to shriek, but now
water flowed thru her mouth, her nostrils. Deepak held her head down
till the water stopped flowing. After holding it down for another
additional ten seconds or so, he pulled her head back.

"Not nearly clean enough!" he said and dunked her head back into
the bowl. Again she heard the flush being pulled. Her head was again
surrounded by water. But this time she did not retaliate. She knew she
had lost. She had sunken to depths beyond redemption. Now she had seen
it all. As Deepak pulled out her head this time, she was silent.

He made her stand up and pushed her ahead of him into the room. Datta
came forward, but Deepak signaled him to stop. Deepak led her into the
circle of light and released her arm. She stood there, her head bowed,
her hands in front of her, covering her pussy. But it wasn't out of
modesty anymore. She had left that back in the loo. It was just where
her hands had gone naturally, and that was all there was to it.

Deepak ripped Chaman's underwear off his body and threw it to
Kareena. "Wipe your face and thank the owner!" he ordered. Kareena
did just that. Handing the by now wet underwear to Chaman, she
whispered "Thank you Sir." Softly.

Deepak smiled. He knew he had broken her. "Lick his ass!" he
bellowed. Kareena didn't even waver for a moment. She quietly walked
behind the man, parted his ass-cheeks and began probing his ass crack
with her tongue. She noticed it tasted a lot different, and much
dirtier, but she was beyond tears now. In and out, in and out her
tongue darted. She was almost robotic about it. Her mind was in a daze.
Nothing she would now do would be too demeaning.

But even if Kareena was passive about the matter, Chaman was definitely
not! The very thought of having a superstar like Kareena lick his ass,
made his one and half foot stand up proud.

Then, all of a sudden he shrieked out very loudly and his body fell
limp.  Deepak had brought down his baton on Chaman's manhood. The
blow had been so severe that the prisoner had fainted.

Datta and Pandu splashed his face with water and roused him.

"Bhadve, bol! Supari liya ke nahin!" Deepak yelled at him.

"Nahi saab..." the man groaned. Deepak noticed Kareena had stopped
licking. "Raand, tujhe chatna kisne band karne ko bola?" he
thundered, turning towards her. She mouthed a quick "Sorry" and got
back to the licking.

It was Chaman's body that now betrayed him. He'd get hard, and
every single time Deepak would strike him unconscious. He'd be
revived and Deepak would repeat his question.

The seventh time he was revived, Chaman spoke quickly, and almost
incoherently: "Saab mein kabool karta hoon! Kabool karta hoon! Bas
mujhe aur mat maro!"

Deepak gave him a cold smile. He signaled to the havaldars. They let
him down and took him away to sign a confession. Deepak took out a
mobile from his pocket. To Kareena's astonishment, it was her own. He
didn't seem interested in her though. He keyed in a number.

"Hello, Bada Bhai ko de be!" he snarled. After a short pause he
spoke: "Haan, bhai, Salvi bolra hun. Woh Chaman ne confess kar diya
hain. Tum Raja ko bhej kar woh saale Bijlani ko tapka daalo. Bahut
shareef banta hain saala. Fikar mat karo, Raja ko kucch nahi hoga.
Chaman jaaega andar! Phudak raha tha madarchot, bola hafta nahi
bharega. Ab chadega faasi pein. Thik hain, abhi rakhta hoon. Amount
bhej dena chhamiya ke saath!"

Kareena looked at him, stunned. She couldn't imagine the villainy.
Deepak looked at her and smiled. "Saale kambhakt pet ka sawal...!"
he said. The devil couldn't be more evil, Kareena was sure.

Pandu and Datta had come back. Deepak wanted to test his fuck-toy's
compliance. "My Maid in India...Beg them to fuck your ass!" he
ordered Kareena, "and on all fours!". This time Kareena didn't
hesitate even a moment. She got down to her knees, crawled up to the
two men and said: "Kripiya meri gaand mariye!"

"Kyu Pandu? Mare ga Chameli ki gaand?" Deepak taunted.

Pandu and Datta came close to Deepak and whispered something in his
ear. He seemed a little amused, and smiled a little. After they had
finished their little conversations, Deepak walked up to Kareena and
told her: "These two men have had a fantasy for very long. They
can't carry it out on any of the female inmates because the inmates
are under the protection of the law. But you, you are a different case.
As long as we don't kill you here, no one will ever know what
transpired between you and my two havaldars. So crawl behind me to the
adjacent cell. I want to see them try out their fantasy!" saying so
he walked to the adjacent cell. Kareena followed him on all fours.
Whatever these men meant to do with her was bound to happen, how much
pain she could add to it was in her hands, this much she knew. She had
decided to simply obey. Atleast they didn't want to kill her, and
that was a comforting thought. She simply crawled behind Deepak, into
the cell.

The cell was a proper cell, meant for detaining petty criminals. Since
'petty' criminals were such a rare commodity these days, the cell
was largely vacant.

Suddenly Pandu stripped absolutely and lay flat on the jail floor. His
prick stood like a little flag pole at right angles to his horizontal
body. After the one-eyed snake that Kareena had been made to swallow a
little while ago, this man's dick seemed like a baby's.

"Spread on him in a 69 position!" Deepak ordered Kareena. She
meekly obeyed.

"Take his cock in your mouth for goodness sake!" Kareena did just
that. She felt a faint tickle on her pussy as Pandu began licking it.
Then all of a sudden Kareena was crushed down on Pandu's body.
Unnoticed by her, Datta had also stripped and now he lay flat on her,
his dong trying to drill its way into her ass. Kareena groaned as she
felt her anal sphincter being tried again. But this time everything was
a haze. Se briefly heard Deepak calling the constables' fantasy a
'Sandwich', but she did not actually pay any attention. She was
just going thru the motions. To her it seemed like she'd never enjoy
sex again except as a memory of a continuous pain.

Later Deepak dropped her off at home, promising to call her everyday.

Kareena just staggered up the step. Her ass had been reamed at least
five times in the cell. How many times she had taken it up her cunt she
couldn't even remember. All she knew was she couldn't walk without
some part of her lower abdomen complaining.

Silent and beaten, the prettiest Maid in India got into the apartment,
and cried to sleep in her bed.

End of Chapter 10.

EPILOGUE:

Inspector Deepak Salvi never really made it to Kareena's personal
cadre. The day before he was due to assume his new duty, he was shot by
Bada Bhai when the former tried to trample his toes by holding the
Bijlani case as stick behind him.

As for Kareena she never really forgot her experience, but there was
one less Alisha Chinai cassette in her collection.

Two days after Deepak's death Kareena received a packet. Inside was a
Driver's License.

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