Kareena Kapoor Story - 1
June 20, 2008 – 1:01 am- Kareena Kapoor Story - 1
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Chapter One: The one with the accident.
Kareena was quite drunk. Ignoring better advice, she drove her new
Skoda in that inebriated state. As luck would have it, she lost
control and managed to get into an accident. The car had a large
scratch on the side, but that was not what worried her, it was what
she had managed to brush. It was a police van.
As she stopped and rolled down the window, she saw that there was a
young inspector and a havaldar behind him. This was a stroke of luck.
Young men had always been easy to handle for Kareena.
“Madam, you were going at 100. Do you know this is a 30 kmph zone?”
“Really inspector? I didn’t know… but you know what, I was at least
doing a 120!” She turned on her most cutesy smile. She could see the
havaldar’s knees going numb. The inspector remained passive.
“I need to see your license please.”
Kareena made a mock show of searching for it. Then she looked up, and
giving another affected smile, said: “You know the strangest thing! I
seem to have lost my purse!”
“Have you been drinking?” he asked after a pause.
“Nothing much inspector, only three shots of tequila”
“Are you aware that it is a crime to drink and drive? I’m sorry madam.
I’m going to have to impound the car. Pandu here will drop you home.”
It was Kareena’s turn to remain silent. She speculated. Then she
opened her purse and took out a 500 rupee note. Her hand moved
languorously toward the pocket of the inspector’s trousers. The back
of her hand brushed heavily against his crotch and she cooed: “Oops!”,
then pouted a flying kiss. As she shoved the note into his pocket she
said: “Rakh lo, and let me go.”
The inspector took out the note, neatly folded it in half and returned
it to a surprised Kareena. Then he opened the door from outside.
“Please step outside madam. You can collect you car from the police
station tomorrow… Pandu madam na ghari pochav” he said addressing the
havaldar.
Pandu came ahead immediately and mumbled a few words. Kareena was too
perplexed to say anything. Not only had her charm completely failed,
this inspector had even refused to let her off! She quietly got out of
the car and sat in the Jeep. She then gave the inspector a spiteful
look. He just smiled. “Pandurang will tell you where to come. Be there
tomorrow at 9 a.m.”
Kareena threw him another bitchy look as he got into the car and drove
away. She looked after her new car…
“Madam, kuthe jaaychaaye? Kidhar ko janeka?” she heard the exasperated
havaldar asking. He had asked her this for the fifteenth time.
She mumbled out the address and then drifted off to sleep.
When Kareena got up the next morning she had a heavy head. She hated
these `morning-after’s . She looked at the watch.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, “it’s fuckin’ 10 o’clock! I have to get to the
police station!”
She finished off her morning rituals as quickly as she could and then
rummaged through her bag for the address of the police station that
the havaldar had written down for her.
“SHANTAAAA!” she yelled. Shanta, the kamwali, came running. “Shanta
isko padho. Kya likha hain address?”
Kareena prided herself on not knowing how to read any of the Indian
languages. She wasn’t even aware that Hindi (which she knew somewhat)
and Marathi shared the same script.
Having figured out the address she wrote it out in English. She then
asked the driver to take out the old Maruti 800. She wore goggles and
tied a scarf around her head. She didn’t want to be noticed. The press
was way too nosy these days. One whiff and they’d brand her a
drunkard. She didn’t want to be turned into another Manisha by those
hounds.
They drove to the police station. She stepped out and ran inside the
police station quickly pausing only for a moment to notice her new
Skoda parked under a huge banyan tree and splattered all over by bird
droppings. She winced.
She found the found the inspector’s cabin. The plate outside said:
“Deepak Salvi – Special Division”.
She pushed the door and stepped inside.
“Hello inspector. I have come to collect my car.”
“Ms. Kapoor you are two hours late. I’m busy. Please wait outside.”
“What do you mean wait? I don’t have time! Yashji is waiting for me.”
“Well, you are the one who’s late. So you must wait. Now please step
outside.”
Kareena repeated the dirty look she had given him the previous night.
He gave her the same smile he had. “You’ll find a bench outside.
Please wait there. I’ll call you.”
Kareena stamped her high heeled foot and turned around to go.
“Oh one more thing.” Salvi said, Kareena turned back. “Learn to knock
when you come in. Didn’t you ever go to school. Maybe not. You’d have
learned some manners then.”
Kareena stomped out fuming.
After what seemed like eternity Kareena was called in.
She walked in brushing the twin doors apart.
“Please go out!” Salvi ordered.
“WHAT?” Kareena retorted hotly.
“Please go out, knock, and then come in”
Kareena didn’t say anything. She went out and knocked.
“Come in.”
She stomped her way to the chair and sat down.
“Get up!”
“Huh?!!?”
“Who said you could sit down?”
Kareena was beyond arguments. She wanted to have this done and over
with. She got up.
“Why are you standing? Please take a seat! And do take off those
goggles. The IPS maybe poor, but we still have money enough to put a
patra to keep out the sun!” said Deepak with a mock laughter that was
more a slap in the face.
Kareena took off her glares and sat in the middle chair that was
facing the inspector.
“Ms. Kapoor I have been making enquiries. The RTO has no record of a
license in the name of Kareena Kapoor. But since you have an ever
changing spelling I thought maybe that’s the cause. Do you possess a
license Ms. Kapoor?”
Kareena felt trapped. She had expected this to be a cakewalk. How did
she know this was going to be an investigation? She looked at him
sheepishly.
“Well… as a matter of fact… no.” Kareena mumbled.
“Hmmm. Driving without a license. Driving in an inebriated state.
Trying to bribe a policeman. I’d say you are in quite a sticky spot
Ms. Kapoor.”
“Well you have no proof of any of that!” Kareena said suddenly,
sporting a cold smile she had learnt from Aishwarya.
“Hmmm. Sorry to disappoint you Ms. Kapoor, but we are learning from
our colleagues in the West. Let me demonstrate. DATTA” he called out.
A havaldar in a half-chuddy came in.
“Jara kal ratrichi tape gheun ye”. Salvi ordered. “You see madam; we
have started recording our proceedings too. Too many of these human
rights activists around. They always want proof that it was truly an
encounter. So we record everything.”
Datta came in once again. “Tape lav”. Datta pushed in the video tape
into the VCR that was in a corner.
To her horror Kareena saw her sluttish smile (it had seemed cute
then!) and her overtly sexual brush against the inspector’s crotch.
She saw her force the 500 rupee note into his pocket. She knew she was
trapped. She turned towards Deepak with fear written all over her face.
“Well madam. You have your proof.” Deepak said with a smile.
Kareena’s brain seemed to have stopped working. She couldn’t think.
She just looked down at the table. (The photograph of a vastly
mustached man looked back, but she didn’t notice.).
Then suddenly the inspector felt something at his crotch. A small foot
was rubbing softly against his crotch. Kareena was looking at him with
all the lust she could fill in her eyes.
“Surely we can `arrange’ something!” she purred.
Salvi looked amused. Then Kareena felt something cold go around her
ankle. To her utter horror she felt her foot immobilized. Salvi had
put a loop of a hand cuff around her ankle. “The other end of this is
attached to my drawer. Since you are such a lover of `proof’ I just
want to make sure you don’t say you didn’t try to make sexual advances
toward a person of the law. Kareena was truly shit scared. She was
further scared out of her wits when Salvi called Datta in once again.
She was sure she was going to jail.
She was a little surprised then, to hear the inspector tell the
havaldar to not let anyone in.
Once Datta had exited, Salvi spoke again, but he seemed to be
genuinely interested this time. “What kind of arrangement are you
thinking of madam?”
Kareena was truly surprised, but she spoke up finally. “Well… you
know… are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“So then you’re single?”
“It would seem so, wouldn’t it?”
“Well then… maybe you and me…could maybe…work something out!”
Salvi looked straight into her eyes. He seemed to be thinking. After a
considerable silence he spoke again.
“Well, you know. I stay alone. And it’s so difficult to get a bai
these days…” he began.
“Oh he wants someone to hear his sob story,” Kareena thought to
herself, “well I’ll play along. This should be easy.”
“Yeah.” She heard herself saying. Actually she had no idea what the
bai situation was like at all!
“So here’s what I have in mind.” Deepak continued. “You can be my maid
for a day. I will expect you to do whatever I tell you without
questioning. If I’m satisfied I’ll let you off. If not… Of course you
may decline this offer absolutely. I will then turn you in for all the
offences of yesterday night and in addition book you for trying to
solicit help by offering sexual favours.”
Kareena looked at him wide-eyed. She was dumb-founded.
“Well…?” Salvi asked after a while. He believed in letting people think.
Kareena considered her options. Then she looked down at the table once
again.
“Okay…” she said at long last.
“Excellent. Here’s my address. I want you to be there tomorrow at 9
a.m. sharp. Don’t be late. You will be relieved from duty at 9 a.m.
day after. During that time, to quote my favorite action hero: `Your
ass is mine!’”
Kareena looked up at him surprised. The inspector, who had been most
civil till now, seemed suddenly not so civil at all!
The inspector removed the hand cuff.
“Don’t try to be funny Ms. Kapoor. You can go to my seniors if you
like. The only difference would be that you’d have to sleep with an
older man. Trust me. The only way you’ll ever get out of this mess is
by sleeping thru it. You can decide your partner of course!”
“And now, if will allow me… I have to get back to work. Please be at
this address tomorrow at nine” he said returning to his perfect
gentlemanly talk.
Kareena walked out of the room in a stupor. What had seemed like a
routine mamla had turned so skewed that she couldn’t imagine.
That evening Kareena was surprised to receive a call from Deepak.
“How’s my Kaamwali?” he asked.
Kareena turned red. Then she quickly looked around to whether anyone
had noticed.
“What do you want?” she hissed.
“Oh nothing at all! Just wanted to say hi to my little hussy. Don’t
drive down to my place in the morning. Come by a rickshaw or
something. And don’t get drunk tonight. I don’t want a worthless
hung-over pussy tomorrow. Get a good night’s sleep. God knows when
you’ll sleep tomorrow. Another last minute instruction. Leave the
mobile at home. Kaamwalis don’t carry mobiles. At least not yet,
though with Reliance around, that may soon change…” He sounded upbeat.
“Anything else, Master?” Kareena replied sarcastically.
“Yeah! Leave that attitude at home. It’ll cause you unnecessary
trouble. And don’t call me master… a simple `sir’ will do just fine.
Be there at nine then! Over and out.”
Before Kareena could say anything the call had been disconnected. She
sank into a chair, her hands crossed between her feet. She looked
disheveled. She had almost forgotten all the humiliation of that
morning, and now it had all been recreated.
Presently she got up. She had her nightly bath and turned in. She
tried to sleep but anxiousness got the better of her. She tossed and
turned. Finally at about four she descended into a stupor.
The jarring alarm bell woke her up. It was 7:30. She finished her
morning chores and then put on the most sober salwar kameez she could
find. It was a nice plain blue cotton one. Not tight like her usual
ones. She wanted to draw as little attention to her figure as
possible. Experience had taught her that men were apprehensive about
approaching a true `bhartiya naari’ type of girl, with libidinous
overtures. She put on matching canvas shoes.
The rick-ride was a little bumpy. It took her quite some time to get
to the far-flung suburb where Deepak lived. At last she found his
place. It was a pretty big place. It was bungalow at the end of a
gully. A high fence went all around the house obscuring it from the
outside world.
She pushed the bell. Deepak opened the door. He was dressed in a
fitting white T-shirt and light yellow knotted pajamas. He looked
completely at ease as he gave her a broad smile and invited her in.
Kareena responded with a small smile and stepped in apprehensively.
Hadn’t she been so worried, she’d have noted that Deepak looked a lot
like her favorite pop star Enrique Iglesias.
“Well here we are.” Kareena said. She had been taught that the one to
make the first move in a conversation would be the one in control. And
boy did she want to be in control of this show. The inspector said
nothing. He just scanned her body from top to bottom.
“I must frisk you before we go any further. Hand me your bag please.”
Kareena handed him her bag. He threw it aside.
“Careful! My cell phone is in …”
“Quiet! I’d asked you not to get your cell. Now stand with your legs
apart and your hands behind your head so I can frisk you” he replied
shortly. Kareena knew she had lost round one. Deepak was totally in
control at the moment. She assumed the commanded position.
Deepak ran his hands all over Kareena’s body. But what particularly
dissed her was the fact that he did it so mechanically, as if it
weren’t she, Karreina Kapoor, standing there, but just some average
girl being frisked at the airport. (Kareena didn’t know that the law
required a police-woman to frisk any girl or lady. The lascivious
airport officials who offered her a `fast-track’ check-in didn’t feel
the need to inform her either.)
Just when appeared to have finished, he said: “Only three more places
to check.” Then without any warning he lifted her Kameez up, from the
front and shoved two fingers into her crack. He ran the side of the
palm of his other hand roughly through her crack. “You’ll never
imagine where bitches store their weapons” he informed her. Satisfied,
he grabbed her tits and mauled them.
“Alright, you’re clean. Please enter my not-so-humble abode. Incase
you’re wondering how I pay for such a big house: My parents were
pretty rich, but they died in a plane accident 5 years ago. I have
been living alone ever since.”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Kareena said with mock sympathy.
Kareena was surprised by his loud raucous laughter.
“You bought it?!” said Deepak incredulously. “You really ought to take
me as a hero in your next film. My dad was an honest cop. He turned me
out of the house when he found I was taking bribes. My philosophy in
life is simple. Don’t go for the small fry. Wait for the big fish! I
could’ve pocketed the 500 bucks you offered me last night, and let you
off after you gave me a blow,” he ignored the sick face she made and
continued, “but then I wouldn’t have had you as my personal slave for
a day would I? And that’s how I’ve built this house. By appearing like
an honest cop till I have the culprit by his balls… and then I squeeze
them! Just like I’ve got you! Now without any further ado, let’s
begin. Chameli you whore… STRIP!” he ordered.
Kareena didn’t budge. This didn’t seem to hinder Deepak. He held the
collars of the Kameez and tore it right down through the middle.
“A tight sports-bra inside a Salwar Kameez? Boy Chameli, you have no
dressing sense at all! Oh just by the way, I’m going to call you
Chameli from here on. I think a sluttish name like that goes very well
with your persona. Now Chameli… will you take off your salwar or
should I do the needful? May I inform you: You will go back in the
same clothes you came in. No matter what the condition.” He said the
last sentence slowly, enunciating every word.
Hearing this awoke Kareena from her stupor. “I will! I will!” she
squeaked. Saying so she unknotted the nada of her salwar and let it
fall to the ground.
“White cotton panties and a sports-bra! Strange bed-fellows don’t you
think? Which one should go first? I’ll let you decide. One of the few
decisions you’ll get to make today.”
With very rigid movements Kareena got the bra off. Her fresh
pear-shaped fruits fell onto her chest. She had nice brown thimble
shaped nipples.
“Very pretty tits. Very pretty, indeed. But before you take off your
undies, I must punish you for disobeying. I had asked you not to get
your cell. You must be taught to obey orders. There’s something
deliciously sexy about spanking a young bitch like you on her cotton
undi-covered bottom.
“Please! No spanking! I’ll be good! I’ll do you good!”
“That you will anyhow, bitch. But get punished you must, Chameli.
It’ll serve as a lesson for the rest of the day. Quiet! Don’t say a
word! Any talk will mean further spanking. You will receive 20 slaps
on your ass: 10 on each cheek. If you scream, I’ll just add two more
spanks. Now come here and put your hands on one side and prop up your
butt on the other. I’m going to give you a nice Over the Knee spanking.
Kareena knew she had no choice. She arranged herself over his knee.
“Good girl. Now I want you to count each spank. Will you be able to do
that? Can you count up to ten?”
Kareena said nothing. Her head hung in shame. A sharp twist on her
nipple made her scream.
“That’s two more and I ask you again. Will you be able to count?”
“YES I WILL! Dammit!” Kareena replied.
“Excellent. Then we shall begin now. Don’t forget to count honey.”
The first blow set Kareena’s ass on fire. She opened her mouth to
shout, but remembering the earlier episode she swallowed the scream
and counted: “One”. Ten more slaps quickly followed. By now Kareena
had gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. The counts came out like
hisses. The inspector was relentless. Spank after spank rained on her
ass. Her ass felt as if it were being dragged over burning coals.
Eventually Kareena’s ass had taken 22 slaps and were now a bright
shade of crimson.
“I’m impressed Chameli. I must admit, I thought you’d scream and take
it up to at least forty! Now take off your panties and view your butt
in the full-size mirror. Kareena winced as she rolled the panties off
her bottom. It smarted like crazy! Seeing her cute buns in that deep
shade of crimson brought a tear to her eye. She quickly wiped it away.
She did not want to appear weak.
“No need to be ashamed dear. It’s perfectly alright to cry. In fact
even most men do, when I’m done with them. Save your tears though,
there’s plenty to cry about yet.”
Kareena looked at him startled. This was definitely not sounding good
at all!
“Well Chameli, till now we haven’t begun what you’re basically here
for: You’re going to be my servant for a day. Now here’s your first
chore for today. You have to go to the market and buy some vegetables.”
“Looking like THIS?” Kareena asked in disbelief.
“‘Course not! We wouldn’t want to create a riot. I have clothes for you.”
He went into an inner room and brought out some clothes. He threw them
at Kareena’s feet. She held them up, one by one.
“I CAN’T wear these!” she said finally.
“Whoever said you could decide Chameli?”
“But… these… these… they’d make me look like a first rate hooker!”
“And what could be more perfect? And oh yeah. Wear these thongs.”
“NO WAY!”
“Yes way! Do it NOW, bitch, or I’ll turn you in!”
That put the fear of god into Kareena. She quickly donned the thongs,
the pink short top that said “Just do me!” and the black leather skirt
that she unhappily noted, ended just an inch below the crack of her
ass. Since she wore no bra her nipples poked out of the fabric of the
top.
“Lovely! Now all you need is a little bit of lipstick. Here’s one that
matches your butt.”
As Kareena applied it and took a look at herself in the mirror, she
realized that the entire getup screamed the word “WHORE”.
“Now wait while I get dressed and drive you to the market. But to make
sure you don’t run away, here’s a few more accessories.” Saying so, he
put a pair of handcuffs onto her feet. “Any attempt to run will fall
flat on its face” he chuckled.
Deepak got dressed pretty quickly. He was now back to his Khaki
uniform. He un-cuffed the cuffs and led her to the Police Jeep that
was parked in the garage. He revved it up and soon they were on their
way to the market. The market was a good distance away. Deepak had
chosen a distant one where he was sure he wouldn’t be recognized. He
knew Kareena would be recognized anywhere, which was what he was
hoping for
He insisted the Kareena massage her own tits all the way from his home
to the market. On way to the market he gave her some more
instructions. “Do not complain about eve-teasing; buy one kilo of
Cucumber, A kilo of Gajar, half a dozen bananas and one liter of
milk.” Kareena tried to memorize it, but her ass was hurting too much.
Deepak had purposely taken a bumpy road which meant that every so
often Kareena’s ass would be lifted of the seat and came crashing
down, sending waves of pain because of the recent spanking.
Finally they reached the market-place and Kareena noted with a heavy
heart, that it was bustling with people. Deepak drove right to the
centre of the market and asked Kareena to get off.
Before she got off Deepak told her: “From now, till we get home, you
don’t know me. I’m going to be a `friendly’ officer who comes along.
Also, you will not scream no matter what happens. You won’t get raped,
that’s my assurance. Not so much because I care for you, but I hate
sloppy holes. You will do whatever I tell you, no matter now
humiliating it seems. Now get off, and start purchasing the stuff I’ve
told you. Here’s 50 bucks.”
“Aren’t you coming with me?” Kareena asked surprised.
“Oh no, I’ll be there with you alright. Just that I want to park the
Jeep. Now get off bitch, and do get your hands out of your top. You
might be a slut, but there’s no need for the world to know!”
Kareena had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn’t
noticed that her hands, which had been massaging her breasts, were
still on her tits.
Deepak drove off to look for a parking space. Being a police officer
he could have parked his car right there, but he wanted to give
Kareena time to get `acquainted’ with her surroundings.
And boy had Kareena been well met. It took about thirty seconds for a
crowd to gather around her. Initially they were apprehensive. Why
would a big heroine like her be in the midst of their small market,
and why the hell would she be dressed like such a hooker! But once
they confirmed that it was indeed her, Kareena, the crowd around her
swelled so much that she couldn’t move.
“Humme jaane do, Humme sabzee khareedni hain!” Kareena was saying. The
crowd wasn’t hearing any of that.
“Arrey kya sabzee chahiye, bas bolo meri jaan. Hum laake denge! Tum
sirf hamare saath baitho aur baatein karo.” Thus spake the local
`dada’ Raja.
“Nahi, nahi, humme jaane do. Hum khud khareed lenge.”
“Arrey to baad mein le lena na. Abhi hamare saath baith kar Cutting
Chai to piyo. Arrey Pakya, madam saathi ek kadak chaha magav re!”
Somebody had procured an half broken tin chair. Raja literally forced
her down onto it. She got up with a scream. The seat was freaking hot!
It burnt her already smarting bottoms.
“Kya hua madam? Baitho na!” he said again, forcing her down. She
screamed again. This time she was angry. Deepak didn’t seem to be
around, so she took her chance.
“Arrey tum apne aap ko kya samjhate ho? Mein baithna nahi chahati. Aur
tum mujhe haath kyun laga rahe ho? Mein tumhare behen jaisi hun!”
“Saala bhaiyya bola!” Raja could hear someone in the crowd saying. He
went red.
“Phatakdi hain be!” Another unseen man said.
“Abbe din mein sister, raat mein bister!” someone piped in. The whole
crowd laughed. Even Raja couldn’t suppress his giggles. It was
Kareena’s turn to go red.
Suddenly she heard a familiar voice she never thought she’d be
relieved to hear: “Kaay re kaay chalaay? Hi nangi porgi kon? Punha
randaan kadoon paapya ghyala alat ka? Aap applya bayko mulan kade ja…
(Translation: What’s going on here? Who is this semi-clad woman? Have
you come here to get kissed by some whore again? Go on, go home to
your wives and children.) Arrey yeh to Kareenaji hain!” said Deepak
showing mock surprise. He took off his cap, held it under his left
arm, and gave her a salute. “Inspector Deepak Salvi, madam. Special
Division. Kucch problem hain?”
“I want to buy some vegetables inspector, but this crowd won’t let me
move”
“Kaay re, madam na traas deta? Chalo baaju, Madam ko bhaaji lena ka hain.”
It was almost as if Krishna was being carried by Vasudev through the
flood. The entire crowd moved aside. In fact as they walked along the
main market lane, the entire crowd moved to the sides. Deepak
extracted a squeal from Kareena by grabbing her bottom thru the
leather skirt. “Us saale inspector ke maa ki…” muttered every
road-side Romeo.
Finally they saw a vendor who was selling cucumbers and carrots. In
fact there were two. One had a push-cart while the other right beside
him had his ware spread on a cloth on the ground. Kareena made for the
push-cart but Deepak held her hand.
“Try the other one dear.”
Kareena moved towards the other one.
“Bhaiyya ek kilo kakdee aur ek kilo gajjar dena.”
The vendor couldn’t stop ogling at her legs. He was paying no
attention to the weighing scales. Did it matter how much? This leg
show was priceless!
“Madam, maybe you should choose the vegetables yourself. All these
guys are rascals. They’re always out to fleece you.” Suggested Deepak.
“No need.” Kareena replied.
“Madam, I STRONGLY suggest it!” he said forcefully.
It was then that Kareena realized her predicament. If she bent down
even the slightest bit, her skirt was bound to be raised from the
behind. And that would mean the whole market was going to see her ass.
She felt even more horror it dawned upon her that her ass cheeks would
be red because of all the spanking. She looked at Deepak with her
large eyes and begged, “Please don’t make me do this… please!”, but
there was no sympathy in his stone set eyes.
Very slowly, little by little she bent forwards. There were loud
cheers from the crowd. And then the catcalls:
“Arre dekho! Isne to apne gaand pe bhi Make-up lagaya hain. Dekho
kaise lal-lal hain!”
“Par iski chuddy dekhi kya?”
“Chuddy? Kaun si chuddy? Arrey yeh to dhaga hain!”
Deepak had a sardonic grin on his face. He was rotating his
policeman’s danda. Suddenly as if by accident it went under Kareena’s
skirt and lifted the entire back of the skirt onto her back, exposing
her entire ass to the lustful eyes of the gathered crowd. This was
greeted by even louder catcalls and whistles. Kareena’s face burned
with shame. She had to fight back her tears.
The women in the market, who would have normally put an end to such an
depraved spectacle, also sniggered and looked away. Nobody liked the
tarty “Poo” who had wiggled the very same ass on the big screen. If
Poo was now being treated like Poop, they enjoyed it thoroughly.
Kareena finally finished choosing the vegetables, much to the
disappointment of the crowd. She paid the vendor with the money that
Deepak had given her earlier. The vendor took his own time to count
out the change he had to return, All the while looking askance at
Kareena’s well built thighs.
The Romeos need not have been disappointed though, because Deepak made
her repeat the same show whilst purchasing the bananas. This time he
was little more careful with the danda though.
By the time they had finished buying milk; Kareena had finished all
the money that Deepak had given her. So she was a little wary when
Deepak stopped near a thela selling sugarcane juice.
“Madam the sugarcane juice here is famous. Won’t you have a glass?”
“I’ll skip …” but she didn’t finish the sentence. The look that Deepak
gave her said it all. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.
“Madam ko ek bada glass dena… our barf daalna. Madam bahut garam hain.”
“Woh to dikh raha hain…” muttered the attendant under his breath, but
loud enough that Kareena and Deepak could hear. Kareena’s face flushed
again.
As they were standing there waiting, a small urchin of four or five
came up to Kareena. Kareena screwed up her nose at the sight of him.
She hated these little beggars. He touched his belly and then put his
hand forward to ask for alms.
“Kucch nahi hain, agae jao” she told him truthfully, and then turned
away. Then she squealed! She felt a tiny hand groping her ass!
“Char dino se khana nahi khaya Aunty. Kuch deo na!” she urchin wailed.
His hand was still on her ass, and now he was pinching it!
She brushed away his hand and then reiterated: “Kaha na, kucch nahi
hain, aur tumne mujhe haath kyun lagaya?” she thundered.
“Arrey chhodo na madam, baccha hain. Give him something na…” Deepak said.
Kareena glared at him. By this time the urchin had grabbed either of
Kareena’s thighs with his hands and his head was now directly under
her crotch! In fact she could feel his unkempt hair brush against her
crotch.
Kareena wrenched him loose and slapped him. “Bola na haath nahi lagane
ka! Mere paas kuchh nahi hain. Dafa ho jao!” The child began to cry.
Deepak patted the child’s head and said loudly: “Madam ka dhanda bahut
bura chal raha hain… kuch paisa nahi milta. Madam kadki hain. Yeh lo
das rupiya madam aur meri taraf se.”
This time round the child not only grabbed both of Kareena’s thighs,
he also ran his hands all over her ass and kissed her skirt, right on
the crotch!
“Thank you, thank you!” he wailed. Kareena gave a sheepish smile. The
child then ran back across the road, and right up to Raja who was
standing there.
“Mazaa aya?” he asked the kid loudly. The urchin shook his head
enthusiastically as Raja handed him a 20 rupee note. Raja beamed and
gave Kareena a piercing look.
The smile drained from Kareena’s face and she glared at Raja. In
return he mouthed a flying kiss. Kareena threw back a dirty look, to
which Raja responded by making a loop out of the thumb and index
finger of one hand, and pushing the index finger of his other hand in
and out of the loop. Kareena gave a huff and mouthed an obscenity.
Raja put his hand on his crotch and did a Dada Kondke maneuver.
The non verbal duel stopped with Kareena suddenly jumping. She had
felt something cold on her shoulder… then the feeling spread all over
her chest. Deepak had touched her shoulder with the glass of sugarcane
juice, but she had jumped and now it had been spilt all over her
chest. The juice-wala jumped up with a rag in order to clean up, but
Deepak put his hand up to stop him. “The readers of this author’s
crap, have already seen this scenario in another story” he thought to
himself, besides what harm would a little sugar do? Didn’t they always
say Kareena had `sweet’ tits? Kareena felt glad that Deepak hadn’t
let the `Juicer’ take advantage of her, but she had a new problem: the
syrupy liquid plastered the already tight top all the more onto her
chest, making her look all the more like a pointer sister.
“Madam ko dusra glass do. Madam ne abhi mujhe bataaya ki unko Ganne ka
juice, bahut achha lagta hain… Unhone kaha hain ki woh paanch glass
piyengi! To pilao! Kareenaji yah har roj thodi na aati hain.”
The `Juicer’ responded enthusiastically. He filled up a tall glass and
handed it to Kareena, while she was still at it, he filled another and
yet another. Kareena gulped down the liquid without thinking. For one
she knew it was no use, and secondly, walking in the run had truly
made her thirsty. But as she downed the last glass, she realized
something. She bent towards Deepak and whispered in his ear:
“I really gotta pee!”
“I know you would have to, why else do you think I asked you to have
so much fluid? But you can’t pee till we reach home. If you do, you’ll
get a whipping with this leather belt that I’m wearing, and that, mind
you, has broken the will of many hardened criminals.” He hissed back.
Kareena made the most pitiable face ever. Deepak remained passive. He
just said: “Madam, isko paise de do, phir mein aapko ghar chhod doonga.”
Kareena glared at him. Then she turned to the `Juicer’ and said in a
pitiable tone, “Mere paas paise nahi hain… sab kharch ho gaya.”
“Madam aapke KISS KISS cheez ke paise mujhe dene padenge? KISS KISS?”
He laid stress on the last two words.
Kareena opened her mouth to say “NO!” Deepak just mouthed the word
“French”. Kareena looked miserable, but she turned to the Juicer and
held his head in her hands. Then she put her lips to his. The man was
zonked! He was so shocked that he stood still, and rigid. Kareena
wanted to get this over with, but he just wouldn’t open his mouth.
Finally she released her grip and ordered: “Mooh kholo!”. She needn’t
have, because his jaw had dropped in any case! She locked her lips
with his once again, and this time put her tongue inside his mouth. It
was an acrid taste that she hated, but now the man was turned on as
well. He put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her towards himself.
Kareena screamed as he touched her tortured buttocks, but the scream
was muffled by his mouth. He thought she liked it, so he drew her even
closer. So close that she could feel his boner through the skirt. She
screamed again, driving the man into an excited frenzy. Kareena had a
dual problem, not only was she hating this, but having her body pulled
up against his meant her bladder was getting pressed and that made her
want to pee all the more! Then he let go of her ass and held her face
instead. He forced her lips hard against his own. He was the one in
control now. For five minutes they kissed so hard that it’d have put a
Hollywood film to shame.
When he left her go, Kareena gasped for breath. She was ready to throw
up, but Deepak held her by the shoulder and led her to the Jeep.
As they drove thru the market there were loud cheers. Kareena had
given them something to talk about for the next three generations!
Once they were out of the market and on the road, Deepak made sure he
put the Jeep thru every single pothole. This’d make the Jeep jump and
Kareena howl in pain as her bladder seemed about to burst. Suddenly
Deepak turned into a petrol pump that was adjoining the road.
“Gotta fill diesel babe!” he told an appalled Kareena.
“Please Deepak, let’s go home. My bladder’s about to burst. Can I go
to the loo here please?”
“Dual mistake there babe… I’m not Deepak any more. It’s back to `Sir’.
And of course you can’t go to the loo here. I mean you can if you want
to, but then be ready to have your ass in shreds. So do you want to?”
Kareena shook her neck sadly.
“Good, cause we wouldn’t have had time anyway. You see, I want you to
perform one more task. You see the medical store attached the pump? I
want you to go and buy condoms. I like to practice safe-sex. Safe for
me, I mean, who knows who’s been pumping that slovenly hole of yours!”
Kareena made a face, but held her hand out for money.
“Hell no! I’m not going to spend any more money on you. You will give
the store owner a blow job to pay for them!”
“WHAT!” Kareena almost screamed.
“You know what’s a blowjob! Oral sex you little hooker.”
“No way!” Kareena said. Then she screamed. She had earned her first
slap for the day.
“Slaves do what they’re told. No questions asked. Now get out and get
the condoms!”
Kareena stepped out of the van. Each step was now painful. She really
had to pee bad! She trudged her way to the medical store and stepped
inside. A frail old man was behind the counter. But the minute he saw
Kareena his eyes lit up.
“Kareenaji! Kareenajeee! Kahiye mei naap ki kya madat kar sakta hun?”
“Mujhe…” Kareena could not get the words out of her mouth. Despite all
the outward show, she was still a little Indian in mind. Asking a man
for condoms and that too the age of your father, was still something
unimaginable. Finally she overcame her inhibitions, but only just.
“I wanted some condoms.” She said very quickly.
The man peered at her. He didn’t say anything, but his disapproval was
obvious. Quietly, but still giving her a displeasured look, he took
out a box and handed it to her.
“Fifty rupees.” He said. Kareena didn’t know how to proceed. She had
imagined a young guy would be here, and then it would have been
simpler. Her complaining bladder prodded her into further action. She
went behind the counter and placed her hand directly on the shocked
man’s crotch.
“Mere paas paise to nahi hain…lekin mein aap ko bahot anand de sakti
hun…” she said and then put her little finger in her mouth and made a
sucking gesture. The old man brushed her hand aside. For a moment
Kareena was afraid she had failed to rouse the man, but then he lifted
his dhoti and said:
“Choos meri jaan! Choos!”
But “Choos”-ing the old man was no easy task. For one she had to go
down on her haunches which brought terrible pressure on her bladder,
and for another it was very difficult to get his shriveled cock to
rise! At long last she was able to get some semblance of an erection.
But like before, at this point, Kareena lost control over the man. He
grabbed her hair in a bunch and forced his semi-flaccid member deeper
into her mouth. Kareena didn’t protest much, she thought this way he’d
get off faster. But it meant that his white pubic hair (which was
something Kareena had never seen before!) was ticking her nose. She
tried to protest, but it was of little use. Kareena was sucking big
time as well, but there seemed to be no response from the man’s
glands. All she could taste was bitter precum.
After what seemed like eternity the man finally did cum. But luckily
for Kareena it wasn’t quite a mouthful. Just then, as if by accident,
Deepak walked in.
“Chee! Chee! These actresses have no morals! But you are an old man
sir! Tumhi sushikshit mansa… what is this! Now I suppose she will eat
your cum!”
Kareena had planned to spit it out, so she shook her head to say no…
but the mean grin from Deepak made her gulp down the filthy
semi-liquid stuff.
“Oral sex is an offence. Have you idea about the law?” Deepak said
grimly. I have to take you to the police station.
The old man was scared. “Nahi nahi, maine kucch nahi kiya… isne hi
mujhe kaha ki paise nahi hain is liye…!”
“Jaanta hun kaka, I will take only Kareenaji. You relax.” He then took
the box of condoms that was still lying on the counter.
“Chee Chee, dus rupiye ke liye yeh harkat.” he said.
Kareena gave the pharmacist a look that could kill. He just looked
down and gave her a sheepish smile. “Thoda badha ke bola…”
“I will take this box as evidence.” said Deepak. “Kareenaji please
come with me.”
Kareena walked behind him, silent. She was too angry with the world.
She could not believe that she, Karreina Kapoor, had given a blowjob
for just 10 rupees. This was the worst day of her life.
She sat in the Jeep, and they started on their way home. Deepak was
whistling. Kareena now had her hand over her stomach. She was sure she
was going to die because of her bladder bursting. Deepak was still
making sure that he got into every ditch on the road so as to give
Kareena jolts that her body could ill afford.
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