Kareena Kapoor Story - 2
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Chapter two: Humilation
The very feeling that she was soon going to be able to pee, made
Kareena’s feeling more urgent. She almost jumped out of the Jeep once
Deepak had parked it. She ran up to the door of the house and then
realized that it was still locked. She grabbed frantically at the lock
as if that would make it magically open. Deepak took his own sweet
time to come down ambling leisurely.
“What’s the matter Poo? Something urgent’s come up?”
“I REALLY GOTTA PEE!”
“Oh something urgent’s gonna come trickling down then!”
Kareena forced a smile. She couldn’t afford to offend him right now.
“Why are you smiling Cunt? Did I say something funny?” said Deepak
scowling.
“I’m sorry Sir” Kareena said making a truly desperate face.
“Of course I cracked a joke! Don’t you understand anything? Smile
Honey!” said Deepak guffawing.
Kareena smiled again, but it was even smaller than her last smile.
Didn’t this man understand her necessity?
“Okay, I have a riddle for you… What’s the difference between a ship
and Kareena”
Kareena bit her lip and said from the corner of her mouth: “I don’t
know sir!”
“It’s really simple… a ship cuts thru the water… Kareena waters thru
her cut!”
Kareena didn’t even smile this time. Her stomach was rumbling and this
man was now talking about water thru the cut! She could cut his throat
right now if he didn’t jam up his trap! Then suddenly Deepak turned
serious. Out of the blue he said:
“Look at my garden, it’s all dry. It needs watering…” he said looking
at the garden that created a two feet border inside the compound.
Kareena just kept staring at him. He looked at her sharply and then said:
“Don’t you get it bitch?”
“I’ll water the plants right after I pee sir! Please open the lock and
let me go in!!!”
“Oh you’ll water the plants alright! But not using a water-pipe, not
using a sprinkler… I really mean that YOU will water the plants… Moti
used to occasionally, but he died… now you will…”
“Moti… sir?” Kareena asked.
“Jeez! I can’t believe how dumb you are… Okay here’s everything step
by step! Really! When I got myself some fuck-meat I didn’t know I’d
get a mutton-head built in! Now listen carefully. You don’t want me to
repeat it… Moti was my dog. He died of old age this year. You will
take his place for the next fifteen minutes or so… being the bitch
that you are, that should be easy. I’m going to now go in, and get his
old leash out. By the time I’m out I want you to be naked and on all
fours. I’ll leash you and lead you around the garden. When I tell you,
you’ll raise one of your legs and water the plants. When I ask you to
stop, you will STOP peeing. Mind you, you must stop when I say stop or
else… You will continue to water the plants till your water runs out,
or till the plants get over. Which do you think will happen first?”
But it seemed to be a rhetorical question, because as he finished
talking Deepak finished opening the lock and stepped inside.
Kareena was in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This
man wanted her to be a dog! But a sharp pain in her abdomen made her
lose her inhibitions. It was better to be humiliated than to die a
painful death from a bladder burst, she decided. She quickly stripped
and then realized that being naked made the desire to pee more horrid
than ever! If she hadn’t been so “well brought up” she’d have
considered plunging in three fingers to plug her pee-hole. But right
now it was her urinal sphincter doing all the work. Being in the all
fours position helped somewhat, but where was Deepak?!?!
Deepak came back with a half chewn leather collar which had a long red
plastic leash attached to it. He buckled it on to Kareena’s neck and
then said: “Move doggie!”. As she moved away from the door-step,
Kareena began howling. The garden was along the edge of the compound.
In between was concrete. The sun had made it a bed of red-hot coals.
“Yes, Moti yelped with joy when I took him out for peeing as well!”
Deepak grinned. His shoes made sure none of the ground heat got to his
soles. Kareena was moving slowly. Indeed she was even jumping about a
little like happy dogs do. But in her case it was purely because of
the burning surface of the ground. Deepak had to drag her at times
till they reached the edge. She was glad when they reached there. The
soft mud was cool. She was almost happy!
“Begin watering!” Deepak exclaimed. Kareena was glad the wait was
finally over. She raised one of her feet into the air and then let out
a stream of golden yellow pee. But just as she felt satisfied about
peeing, Deepak suddenly bellowed “Stop!” Kareena had never in her life
stopped right in the middle of a piss. But the fear of retribution was
strong. With great effort she stopped peeing. A sharp pain shot from
her pee-hole back to her bladder. Involuntarily a tear flowed from her
eye.
“Too much water in that slovenly body of yours?” Deepak asked noticing
the tear, “Let’s move to the next shrub. Kareena started to raise her
leg.
“DID you hear me saying you could PEE?” Deepak thundered. “Put that
foot down NOW or there’ll be no more peeing!” Kareena put the foot
down, but the shooting pain was growing now. And it was more frequent.
To add to her problems a row of red ants was now climbing up her left
hand. When Deepak allowed her to pee at last, she raised her leg high
and let out all the pee that was bottled up, in a mighty `Whoosh!’ So
much water was being let out that a pool collected at the base of the
shrub. Deepak took pity on her and let her finish of her peeing. After
about a minute or so Kareena was done. She looked up at Deepak
panting. Her primary source of torture for the past 2 hours was
finally gone. But then she screamed again. She had felt a tiny but
sharp pain under her right breast. She looked down at her chest and
discovered to her horror that it was covered with red ants. They had
come there to feast on the sugarcane juice that had dried there. They
were crawling everywhere. Under her breasts, over them, a few were
even on the nipples.
“HELP ME DEEPAK!” she screamed. Deepak didn’t seem interested. Kareena
quickly realized her mistake.
“Help me SIR!” she shouted. This time Deepak looked.
“There are ants all over my chest sir! And they’re red! They’re biting
me! Please help me!”
“On your feet and run to the bathroom!” Deepak ordered.
Kareena got up quickly and ran towards the house. The plastic leash
danced on her back as she ran, making her look like the perfect
doggie, but she couldn’t care less. She didn’t want her tits to be
covered with red ant bites. Gosh would that look ugly!
As she reached in she discovered to her dismay that she didn’t know
where the bathroom was. She yelped once again as an ant bit her right
on her nipple. She scampered around the house and finally located it.
She ran inside and turned on the shower. Deepak came presently and
smiled as he saw Kareena desperately washing her chest. She was
washing her tits vigorously. The boobs weren’t immune to the rough
mauling either. Combined with the action of the cold water, the
nipples were now slowly erecting. Deepak watched with even greater
curiosity as Kareena lifted each of her breasts by the nipple and
rinsed thoroughly underneath.
All this while Kareena had her eyes closed. Now as she turned off the
shower, she opened them and noticing Deepak there she opened her mouth
to say “What the Hell!” but quickly clammed up and her hands moved
quickly towards her pussy to cover it up.
“Little point hiding your box darling, because it’s going to be fucked
in any case…Don’t look so aghast. You didn’t think I’d let a
cock-tease like you get away without getting screwed did you? But wait
here. I have some work for you… you ARE my maid after all!”
Kareena waited, apprehensive about what was coming next. Deepak came
back with a large cane basket. As he opened it, a strong stench of
dried sweat filled the bathroom. He turned the basket upside down and
let a large pile of underwear fall to the floor.
“A week’s worth of used underpants…” he informed her, “I’d usually
chuck them into the washing machine, but since I have a maid today, I
guess I’ll use manual labour.”
Kareena looked up at him, stunned. This guy was serious! She hadn’t
imagined he’d go thru with the `maid’ routine. The smell from the
undies was rising and she found it pretty terrible, besides, Kareena
had never done any washing in her life. She hadn’t even washed her own
undies, leave alone anyone else’s.
“What are you waiting for Poo? Don’t want to do it? I have two options
for you. Either you can get to the washing NOW, or I can take back in,
tie you up, belt your pert behind, and then have you wash them. Now
what would you prefer?”
Kareena realized that she had no choice. With the utmost unwillingness
she got down on the floor. Had she done even done a little bit of
washing, she’d have known that the pose for washing is to be sitting
on your haunches. But Deepak smiled as he saw Kareena start the tap
and then go down on all fours to pick up the first of the smelly
underpants. The pose made her bottom prominent. Not for the first
time in the day, Deepak went rock hard.
Deepak threw her a bar of soap and a brush. Then he gave a light spank
on her behind, (which quite startled Kareena) and said: “Wash them
clean. One speck of filth, and I’ll make you lick it off. I’m giving
you half an hour. Clean them all, and call me when you’re finished.
I’ll be in the outer room, making some phone calls.” Saying so, he
walked away.
Half an hour sounded way too less to Kareena. She had no idea about
how to proceed, but it not being a very complicated job, she figured
it out soon enough, and began cleaning the soiled clothes. The stink
was so terrible she could throw up, but she decided that would
probably mean additional punishment, and that she could not afford.
Even before the time was up, Deepak was already at the door of the
bathroom watching his pretty servant trying to wash the clothes. He
decided she was going way too slow. Without warning he bent down and
caught either of her ass globes in his hands. Kareena looked back at
him in surprise. She was so absorbed in the washing that she hadn’t
noticed him come. But now she noticed alright, and started screaming.
“Shut up Poo, and continue with the washing. I’m going to wrench your
butts apart till you finish. So for your own good, that better be fast!”
Kareena started washing with a new found gusto. Deepak was now eyeing
her box, and more so the tiny star shaped opening that was above it.
It was very pink and very creased. It was shut tight and didn’t look
like it’d like to have anything entering it at all. Deepak grinned to
himself. By the time she went home tomorrow, all this was going to
change. Kareena was now covered with sweat. Tears were flowing down
her eyes as well. Eventually she finished the scrubbing the last
undies and rinsing them clean. As she put them in the bucket that
contained the washed ones, Deepak let go of her butt.
“Time to dry these…” he declared. Kareena lifted the bucket and
started moving out towards the backyard. Deepak held her by her
shoulder to stop her. “It’s pretty windy out there,” he said, “And I
don’t want my undies flying off. You may like Fardeen’s and Saif’s
“Chuddies” flying into your face, but I like to be a little more
discreet. We will need clothes clips. And YOU are going to carry them
out there.” Kareena kept down the bucket. This seemed okay enough. She
didn’t quite understand why he emphasized the word “YOU”, but that was
probably just his way of speaking. She even thought how thoughtful he
was, in not letting his underclothes fly to sundry places.
Deepak came back with a box-full of brightly colored plastic clips.
Kareena put her hand forward and offered to carry them. Deepak just
laughed. “Poo dear, you’re so foolish… Did you think it’d be that
simple? When I said YOU will carry them, I really meant, YOU will
carry them outside.” Kareena didn’t like the sound of that at all. She
again put her hand forward.
“You’d better put your hands behind your back, cause this is going to
pain somewhat. Try not to scream, but it’s okay if you do… no one can
hear you in any case.” Kareena didn’t quite understand what was about
to happen, so she just stood there. “Hmmm, you won’t put your hands
behind… so I must.” Saying so Deepak went behind her, pulled her arms
behind her back and put a pair of cuffs on them. Now Kareena was
scared. And then she shrieked at the top of her lungs as the first
clip bit into her right nipple.
“Be glad I’m not using wooden clips Poo. We used them on a prisoner
once. Clamped off his testicles. He screamed so much we had to gag
him. Poor guy was never able to have a child… and I think he was
innocent.”
Kareena didn’t care about the new information. Her nipple was hurting
like crazy. She hollered. Deepak had a simple solution. He took two
more clips and clipped her lips together. Now all he could hear were
throaty protests. He repeated his earlier act with the left breast,
clipping the nipple and extracting a muffled scream. He counted:
“Seven chuddies, two clips for each. Fourteen. Four here… Ten more
required…”. Ignoring Kareena’s vociferous protests, he lifted her
breast with the clothes’ clip and put a clip on the lower part of the
breast. Then he clipped off the other extremities of the breasts and
soon there were five clips surrounding each clip on the nipple.
Kareena was shrieking, ranting and raving, but Deepak paid no
attention. He simply took the bucket by it’s handle and hung it around
Kareena’s neck. The bucket was heavy, Kareena screamed even louder.
Deepak was now growing tired. He caught Kareena’s semi-wet hair in a
bunch and dragged her to the backyard . Kareena could do nothing but
follow. At last they reached the clothes-line. Deepak took the bucket
from her neck and put in on the ground. He took the first undies and
put them on the line. He admired the good work. To be nice he decided
to remove the clips on her lips first. When he did, Kareena screamed
out loud.
“YOU BASTARD! What the hell do you think you’re doing? I agreed to be
your maid, I didn’t know you were some sex-crazy whacked out sadist! I
demand you release me at once! Take off those blasted clips! My tits
are on fire! AAAAAAEEEIIIII!” she screamed. Deepak had just removed
the clips on the nipples and as the blood rushed back the feeling was
so painful that Kareena wished they’d remained clipped.
“Be quiet Poo, and let me do my work. It’s actually your work I’m doing…”
“I’m NOT going to keep quiet! I have been here since morning, and all
you’ve done is humiliate me. I can’t stand this treatment any longer.
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!” she howled as two more clips were removed. She kept
screaming and shouting obscenities. Now only two more clips were left,
she said: “I want to go home. You can report me if you want.
Anything’s better than this… My breasts are burning like hot coals, my
ass hurts, and you’ve threatened to rape me. I’m going to turn you
in…” Kareena threatened. Deepak was silent all this while. Then she
screamed one last time as the last two clips were removed. Deepak had
neatly arranged all the undies on the line. Having finished his work
he slapped Kareena hard.
“I was trying to be nice to you… and you are speaking of turning me
in? Threatening me?” he said to a stunned Kareena. “Go turn me in by
all means, but I’ll prove what a hooker you are. I’m sure the old
chemist won’t mind telling the court how you went down on him for a
lousy 10 bucks. I’ll have the entire market confess to your immoral
and lascivious sense of dressing and turn you in for obscenity. Hell
I’ll get that roadside Romeo Raja to confess that you propositioned to
him. I’ll say that you hookered yourself to be my kinky whore for a
day. You do look pleased on that pissing video tape.”
“What pissing video tape?” Kareena demanded angrily.
“You didn’t notice the surveillance cameras fitted into the walls of
the compound and there’s one beneath every lamp-post in the garden, 23
in all. I told you I’ve caught big-fish… And they’re always looking
for a chance to bump me off, so I had them installed. You needn’t
believe me of course, but it’ll be quite a show in the court don’t you
think? Kareena Kapoor, the snotty princess, scampering about on all
fours and pissing like a bitch!” He then raised one of his legs to
imitate her action of pissing.
Kareena looked at him nonplussed. Sure he could be bullshitting, but
could she take the chance? She thought about it, and then realized
that she couldn’t afford the risk. She put on her cutesy smile and
said in the most begging manner she could: “Please don’t be angry.
It’s just that I was in too much pain… titties burning and all that. I
didn’t mean to offend you… I’ll do what you say. Just be a little kind
to me…” Kareena hoped to extract sympathy, but Deepak’s face showed
none. In fact his expression got even sterner.
“You will of course do what I say. That we’d agreed on yesterday. But
right now you have misbehaved and misbehavior is intolerable for us,
men of the law. You will have to be punished. You can make your life
simpler and just listen to me from now on. Now get to that bar… that’s
where I do my pull-ups.” He pointed towards a horizontal bar that was
propped up on two vertical bars. Kareena knew that if she didn’t do as
she was told, she’d be dragged to the bar by her hair. She meekly
walked up to the bar.
Deepak unfastened the handcuffs. As he did, Kareena shot out and
landed a sock in Deepak’s face. Deepak reeled. Not satisfied, Kareena
hit him directly in his pants. He fell down on his back, he was out
cold. Kareena made a run for it. The sock in his nuts was going to
leave him harmless for a while, she was sure…
Kareena quickly unbuckled the dog collar and went threw it onto the
ground. She then rushed inside. She went into the living room, looking
for her clothes. She then remembered that her Kurta had been torn. She
recalled having left the pink top that Deepak had given her, on the
doorstep. She went to the outer door and stepped out into the hot
midday sun. She squinted at the bright light, but saw the pink top
still lying on the doorstep. She moved towards it to pick it up. As
she bent to pick it up, a hard kick sent her flying forwards and she
fell flat on her face. She screamed as she felt her hands being
pulled backwards and being cuffed. To her horror someone sat on her!
She looked back to see Deepak sitting on her ass, with his back
towards her face. He now had her left foot in his hand and he had
attached a manacle to her ankle. Attached to the manacle was a long
black bar made of steel, and painted over. The other end of the bar
had a similar manacle-like restraint. He attached this to her other
ankle. It was a usual toy they used in the police torture room. It was
called a spreader-bar, and as its name suggested, it was used to
spread, either legs or hands.
Satisfied, Deepak got up and moved in front of her face. He knelt down
and pulled her head up by her hair. “Cunt,” he practically screamed,
“I was trying to be patient with you, trying to be NICE! And this is
how you repay me? I should have known that a bitch like you can’t
learn new tricks. Weren’t you saying you were in a lot of pain? You
ain’t seen nothing yet Poo! You are now going to suffer like you have
never before. I’m going to be merciless. Don’t forget… I’m a
police-wala. We have to extract confessions from hardened killers… And
I have always got them to confess. Hell, they confess even if they’re
not guilty! But what am I waiting for? You can hear these tales even
as you are screaming! I’m giving you two options… either you can walk
to the backyard with the spreader-bar on, or I can drag you there…
Will you walk?” Then even without waiting for an answer he slapped her
hard. “Answer me Cunt!” Slap! “Answer ME!” Slap! Through all the
slapping he heard her scream “YES!” Deepak stopped hitting her.
“Alright, since you so wish. Personally I’d like to drag you over a
bed of nails right now! Now squat! You will duck walk all the way thru
the house and onto the backyard. Is that clear, Whore?” he growled.
Afraid of being slapped again, Kareena nodded her head vigorously.
Kareena was having quite some difficulty getting up, so Deepak decided
to `help’ her by pulling her up by her hair. She got up screaming. Her
tears were flowing freely now. Deepak didn’t care. Now that she was on
her feet, the next problem was to squat. Her feet were wildly apart,
and her knees knocked together as she tried to squat.
“Why am I wasting my time?” Deepak said aloud. He lifted Kareena as a
husband lifts his wife, and carried her in, except, in this case, the
setting wasn’t so romantic at all!
He carried her to the backyard and up to the Pull-Ups bar. Here he set
her on the ground. Then he went into an out house that Kareena hadn’t
noticed before. He came back with a large bundle of rope. He seemed to
be looking for something, and finally eyeing his drying undies, he
took two off the line and wrung them to squeeze out the excess water.
He wasn’t saying a word, just working swiftly. He knelt down, pinning
Kareena’s right leg under his shin, and removed the manacle on the
left foot. He half expected Kareena to kick, but she seemed a little
wiser by now. He wrapped the (by now) semi wet underwear around her
ankle and then tied several rounds of rope over it. Satisfied, he
moved to the other foot and did the same with another piece of rope.
He then got up, and threw the free ends of the rope over the
horizontal bar. Now that Kareena realized what he intended to do, she
began to kick frantically, but it was of little use. Her feet were
already in the air along with the ass and now her back was rising off
the ground as well. He secured the free ends of the rope by tying them
to the vertical side-bars. These had hooks on them and so there was no
chance of the ropes coming loose. Kareena was hung upside down now!
Her feet were splayed apart. The sun which was now more towards the
west, shone into her face. She had to squint and couldn’t see anything
because of the bright sun.
Kareena was so hung up that her pussy came a little below Deepak’s
face level. Kareena was now screaming. Her legs had to carry all her
body weight and the thigh muscles were taut. Beads of sweat were
forming on the inner thighs and were now slowly making their way down
her leg towards her pussy, tickling her all the way and making her
struggle even more. Deepak kept a stoic silence as her heard Kareena’s
screams turn into pleas.
“Please get me down Sir! I promise I’ll be good. Please let me down.”
Deepak just walked off to the outhouse. As if to torment her, a fly
was now hovering around Kareena. It sat on her nose and Kareena
twisted her nose this way and that, but it just wouldn’t go away.
Finally Kareena gave a violent jerk and almost immediately regretted
it. The fly did move away, but the jerk left Kareena swinging in the
air, and that caused untold misery to her gams. The fly had decided
that Kareena’s pussy was a better place to rest, and so it ran all
over her pussy and over her clit torturing Kareena close to madness.
At last Deepak returned. The outhouse was towards the east and Kareena
could only hear his footsteps, not see him.
Deepak’s approach seemed to have scared off the fly and it flew off.
Now there was only the dead silence of the afternoon. Deepak’s
footsteps had stopped. Then Kareena heard him whisper into her ear.
“You shouldn’t have tried stunts with me darling. Had you been nice I
would’ve probably got bored of you and let you go in the evening. But
you showed dissent, and it is dissent that I’m usually called in to
break. And it’s not only men… few people know this, but when a
criminal reaches a certain degree of notoriety, then we don’t bother
what sex he or she is …We make sure they learn a lesson. Laila was a
club-dancer on the face of things… but we caught her selling minors
into prostitution. We decided that that should be restricted to
Bollywood. We warned her once or twice, but she denied it. When she
was caught a third time, I was called in. Under my `care’ Laila was
beaten. I used her body as my personal ash-tray. We whipped her,
forced our Danda up her ass, and then when she was half dead, we threw
her into the male section of the prison. You should have heard her
scream. The men there hadn’t seen a woman in years. Every time she
fainted, the men would slap her awake and then rape her again. She
took twenty men that night. She couldn’t walk for the next three
weeks. Now she’s sitting at a whore house nursing her triplets. Each
of a different color from the collective sperm of their fathers! I was
given a medal for stopping the menace of juvenile prostitution. Moral
of the story? Don’t FUCK with me!” He screamed the last sentence into
Kareena’s ear. Kareena was softly sobbing, but Deepak didn’t seem to
have finished his threatening yet. “If your pussy was burning…” he
restarted, “you should have let it burn. If your tits were on `fire’
you should have let them. Coz Honey…” he said rising up and his voice
rising as well, “you don’t know what those things REALLY mean!”
He then stood in front of her and drew out a magnifying from his
pocket. Kareena wondered what this new kink was… Maybe he liked to see
her privates really magnified. Kareena had by now resigned to the fact
that her pussy was in full view of her tormentor. She was wondering
more whether Deepak was trying to psyche her or whether he was being
truthful about Laila. Deepak was now holding her pussy lips apart.
That didn’t matter either.
But then Kareena screamed! “AAAAIIIEIIEIEIEIIEIEIIEIEEEEE” she
screamed as she felt the pain Laila had felt. It felt like someone was
holding a lighter to her clit. Deepak was holding the magnifying glass
so that the sun’s rays were being focused directly onto her clit. A
beam that was strong enough to burn paper was now being concentrated
on her most private parts.
“THIS is what it is to have your pussy burn!” Deepak mocked her,
adjusting the lens so that the beam was intensified even more.
“PLLLLLLEASSSEEEE Take it Away!” Kareena wailed, “MY PUSSY IS ON
FIIIIIIIIRREEEEEEE!”
She was surprised that Deepak gave in and moved the lens. But her
happiness was short-lived as her right nipple started burning like
crazy. Then Deepak moved to the left one. Kareena kept screaming and
begging for mercy.
“I could do this all afternoon, ” Deepak told her, “till I have
Tandoori Pussy and Puppies. You can decide now bitch. Either you can
be my sex-slave till tomorrow morning or I can burn you little by
little. That belly button looks cute, and don’t even get me started on
that little pucker in your ass crack. Eating Tandoori pussy, that’ll
be a first! This reminds me… I got it a little gift for your little box!”
Saying so, he fished out a big Laxmi bomb that is used during Diwali.
“Had this left over from last Diwali…! I was wondering whether it’ll
still burst! Now lets place it in its stand.” He stuck bomb in her
pussy, forcing it in somewhat. “A cracker in your Crack darling…Now
where’s that match box… I think there’s one in the kitchen…” Saying so
he started to move away.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Kareena screamed. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
“Do what darling?” asked Deepak, stopping and looking back.
“I’ll be your sex-slave!”
“Be a little more specific!”
“I’ll suck you, I’ll fuck you!”
“Is that the best you can do? I can get that from any hooker… I’m not
interested.”
“I’ll even take you up my ass!” said Kareena, sounding desperate.
“And?”
“And whatever you say!”
“No matter how kinky and how weird.”
“Yes…” said Kareena her eyes closed and her voice dropping to a hush.
“Hmmm… we need some proof of this. Wait…” Deepak went in and brought a
video camera. “Look into the camera and say all that you just said.
And smile a little and sound genuine. Should be easy for you… you’re
an actress…”
Kareena looked apprehensive. “Do it bitch, or I’ll roast both your
puppies over a real fire!” Deepak snarled. “Right after I burst that
cracker in your pussy! Should I?”
“Nooooo!” Kareena said, her eyes opening wide.
“Good, then say into the camera that you are here out of your free
will, and that you enjoy kinky sex. Do it NOW, we’re recording!”
Kareena looked at the camera, too ka deep breath, and then put on one
of her smallest and most pretentious smiles. “I Karreina Kapoor, am
here out of my free will, and am under no duress. I enjoy kinky and
weird sex. I have agreed to be Deepak Salvi’s slave till tomorrow
morning.” She said, choking at times, appalled at what she was saying.
“There was no need for that last part, but I’m glad you’ve agreed.”
Deepak said. “Now that we have this as proof, we can proceed. I’ll be
back. Gotta store evidence carefully.
He vanished inside the house and returned presently.
“That `lens’ bit was for convincing you Slut… you still haven’t
received your punishment yet…”
“NOOOOOO! No more punishments! Can’t I do something else?”
“Hmmm… While it’d be fun to whip your cute buns raw… I guess I could
use a rim-job….”
“A WHAT job?”
Deepak dropped his pants. It occurred to Kareena then, that she hadn’t
really seen him nude at all. As he removed his underwear, Kareena
gasped. Deepak was well over ten inches long, and his member was at
least 3 inches in diameter. It didn’t look human. It looked like a
dildo she had only seen in the sex-shops abroad and decided not to buy
because it’d cause damage. But this one was real alright, throbbing
with excitement, covered with blue veins that ran from the tip to the
root. Then he turned around and she saw his well muscled but intensely
hairy ass. To her horror he began to squat and bring his ass closer
and closer to her face. Hi voice now boomed as he spoke. He was
clearly very delighted.
“A rim-job, Poo, is where the hooker licks the ass-hole of her
customer. And that’s what you’re going to do. Lick my dirty ass and
eat whatever crud is stuck around. No let’s see your tongue out…”
“I can’t do it!” Kareena screamed as his ass almost touched her face.
“WHAT? I thought you just agreed to do whatever I asked!”
“I can’t! I CAN’T!” she whined. “I can do something else, I can’t do
this!”
“Hmmm… you are proving to be a spoilt brat. You promise things and
then you don’t deliver. I must teach you to obey.” He got up and went
behind her. Kareena stretched her neck to see what he was up to, but
she couldn’t see much.
She heard a swoosh sound and then her bottoms exploded. She cried out
in pain. But before the pain had subsided another blow was laid on her
flushed behind. The more blows and Kareena was hollering like a mad
bitch. Deepak stopped and held the instrument of her torture in front
of her.
“This is a LPG gas-tube,” he said pointing to the green rubber pipe he
held in his hand, “it’s filled with sand, and taped off at the ends.
It’s wide enough that no permanent marks are left, but it causes such
pain that most people faint after a few strokes. I’m going to flog
your ass and back till you agree to do as I say. I have had enough of
your un-cooperativeness.” Then without waiting for her response he
attacked her back. Five strokes on her back and Kareena was ready to
fuck a rhino if it were required, but she couldn’t take any more pain.
“STOP! Bhagwan ke liye! STOP!” she said remembering her filmy lines,
“I’ll do whatever you say! Just stop beating me!”
“Will you lick my ass?” Deepak queried.
“Yes!”
“Yes WHAT, you RAND?”
“Yes, I’ll lick your ass!” sobbed Kareena as she swallowed.
“THAT’S more like it! Now get your tongue out.”
Kareena got her tongue out. Deepak lowered his ass to her face. Very
slowly Kareena let her tongue into his ass. As her tongue touched his
arse-hole Deepak groaned slightly. Kareena’s first reaction was of
utter disgust, but she knew she had no option. She was this man’s sex
slave and her best option was to do what he wanted. As her tongue
probed a little more, she realized that it wasn’t so bad. Deepak’s ass
didn’t stink as she had expected, and the taste wasn’t what she’d jump
at, but it wasn’t so horrible either. Deepak now held his butts apart
and Kareena could see the brown shitter that was clenched closed. She
couldn’t see it much though, since his balls hung in front of her eyes.
Deepak was having the time of his life. The snotty bitch who gave
millions men of all ages a cock breaking hard-on when she wiggled her
pretty ass, was now under his control and was licking HIS ass! He
decided to push it up one notch.
“What’s the matter you stuck-up whore? Ass licking still too dirty for
you? Still too damn vain to drill my arse-hole with your tongue? Do
you want a few more licks of the whip?”
His words had an immediate effect. Kareena was scared crazy and began
to lick the ass at twice the speed. She now targeted his hole and
began to push at it in right earnest. Deepak was ecstatic. The
anilingus was sending electric sparks up his spine. The anus has more
nerve endings than any other part of the body, and the soft tongue
trying to probe it was driving him into a sexual rapture. It needed
all his self will to keep him from laying his hand on his penis and
jerking off. Kareena had now managed to probe somewhat deeper into the
shit-hole and Deepak realized that he must satisfy his animal lust now
or he’d go crazy. He got up suddenly and Kareena took a moment or two
to realize that she had to stop licking: her tongue still darted in
and out, now searching for the lost ass.
Quickly Deepak freed the ropes and gently let Kareena onto the ground.
Kareena opened her mouth to say Thank You, but Deepak just grabbed her
side roughly and turned her onto her stomach. As he grabbed her
plenty-painful ass cheeks and started to pry them open, Kareena began
to yell like she hadn’t before. She had realized what Deepak was up to
and she was absolutely NOT game.
“Leave my ass alone you…” she was about to say FREAK, when she caught
her self and said “Sir”
“Chameli, it’s your ass that has enticed me since K3G, and I’m not
going to let it go… Besides, you agreed to let me fuck your ass.”
“Please Sir, let my ass be. You can screw my hole.”
“That’s right Poo! I’m going to screw your ASS-hole!”
“Noooooo!” she wailed, “My ass is virgin.” she admitted, though almost
inaudibly. But Deepak’s ears caught it.
“I don’t believe my ears! You have never taken it up the ass? Boy, are
you going to remember this one then. Your first ass rape and you are
going to be taken DRY!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kareena howled! “Not DRY sir! Use some lubrication”
“Well, your pussy ain’t producing any. And my spit’s too precious to
waste on a slutty whore like you… so I guess I must do it dry! I pity
my cock, but I pity your ass even more. When I screwed Laila… Ooops
there I go confessing! Ah, what goes! When I screwed Laila she was
practically licking my feet begging me to pull out of her ass. She
said she just couldn’t handle the size, and SHE was a seasoned HOOKER!”
Then ignoring Kareena’s pleas, which were even more piteous than
Laila’s he pull her butt cheeks apart and placed his cock at the tip
of her ass hole. It was still just as tightly shut.
“You’d better loosen up cunt, or it’ll be a world of misery for you.”
But try as she might, she couldn’t get her ass to loosen up. She was
petrified and that made it shut even tighter. Deepak decided he had
waited long enough. With one mighty shove he drove at her ass hole.
Then as a strange event, both of them shouted loudly.
“Man! You are a real cock breaker if I ever saw one!” Deepak screamed
as he rammed past the sphincter. Kareena was hollering
incomprehensibly. One inch of Deepak’s mighty cock was inside. Kareena
was sure her ass was bleeding. Nothing in the world she was sure, was
more painful. Not even the pipe whippings. Deepak caught his breath
and now held Kareena’s waist. He was going to pull her down on his
raper. As he gave the second shove Kareena shouted loud and long.
Tears were flowing down her eyes. Deepak saw that seven inches of his
cock were still outside. The next shove had Kareena wailing from the
pit of her stomach. Her head thrashed from side to side as she felt
agony of a life time. Deepak saw her thrashing her head, and decided
she could harm herself. Her ass felt like an iron vice around his
member. He could feel her pulse on his cock and was sure she could
feel his as well. For his final shove he grabbed her hair in a bunch.
As he hauled himself in completely Kareena yelled so loudly that
Deepak was sure his neighbours, had there been any, would’ve come
running.
Till now Kareena had screamed into the ground, but now that her face
was up, and pulled back because of her hair, every sound was clearly
audible. She was screaming like an animal that has been shot. Her
hands, which were still cuffed behind her back were quivering and
shaking. Sweat mixed with tears flowed in a steady stream down her face.
“Loosen up your ass darling, that’s the only way to avoid pain…” said
Deepak, letting some amount of pity into his tone. If a prostitute
like Laila, who took it up the ass practically everyday found him
enormous, what could be said about this perty bottomed little cutie!
Deepak saw to his amazement that his cock had caused a bump on
Kareena’s back and his ten inches were clearly marked by the bump. He
stroked his hand over the bump. While he did want her ass to loosen
up, he didn’t want to go soft. Stroking the bump seemed the perfect
remedy. For HIM! Kareena wished her life would end. She felt as if a
red hot poker had been plunged into her ass.
But little by little her ass seemed to be loosening up. Slowly it
loosened its grip on Deepak’s cock. Slowly Deepak too began to pull
out. Kareena felt new pain now. She felt as if her insides were being
scrapped by a scalpel. She tried to concentrate on loosening up her
ass further, but it couldn’t loosen up beyond a point! It was the cock
that was too damn big for it! After much effort from Deepak and double
the bawling from Kareena, only the bulbous head of the penis was
inside her ass. Kareena was hoping he’d pull out completely, but all
those hopes were smashed as Deepak lunged forward pushing his dick up
her ass once again. Kareena was beyond screaming now. Only deep
guttural groans came from the pit of her stomach. Deepak was now
raping her ass raw. The ass chute had opened up somewhat, but it was
still the tightest hole Deepak had ever screwed. Within five lunges
Deepak knew he was going to cum. He felt the pressure growing in his
loins. Within the next half minute time stood still for Deepak. He
felt a heady rush and then his cock blasted sending stream after
stream or white hot cum into Kareena’s back-hole. Kareena had felt his
cock bulge and had even let out a little yelp as it expanded in the
already crammed space, but Deepak had let go of her hair and her face
fell forward now, where she softly wept as she realized that she had
been fucked up the ass and it was never to be virgin again. She felt
Deepak’s sperm in her ass, and she wept a little more. She had been
degraded, used like a slut. This morning she had given a blowjob for
ten bucks and now her unexplored ass had been ravaged. She felt Deepak
going soft and he pulled out of her ass with a `Plop’. Deepak noted
with mixed delight and surprise that Kareena’s hole shut up almost
immediately, not letting any cum out. This hole had definite capability.
Suddenly there was a doorbell. Kareena looked up with hope. Maybe
someone had come to rescue her. Deepak got up calmly, fetched his
boxers, wore them and then wore the pants. The bell had rung again.
Deepak went into the house. Kareena hoped to hear a scuffle, an
argument, anything that would convince her that there was someone out
there to rescue her…
The hopes weren’t answered. Deepak came back with a box. As he kneeled
and opened it near her face a delicious aroma filled Kareena’s
nostrils. Pizza! A freshly baked, hot pizza! Kareena looked up. She
had suddenly realized how hungry she was. She had skipped her morning
breakfast because she had to get here quickly. The smell of food made
her forget, for the moment, the pain in her ass.
“Smells good Poo?” Deepak asked grinning somewhat.
Kareena nodded her head.
“Hmmm, smells good to me too!” said Deepak, drawing in deep and
expressing his appreciation by closing his eyes. “Would you like a piece?”
Kareena nodded her head vigorously. “Yes sir! I’d like that very much!”
“Well, personally,” said Deepak his tone turning hard like his face,
“Personally, I’d give you some of Moti’s leftover dog food. But okay,
I’ll let you work for the piece. Let’s first get you to the house. Can
you walk after that ass rape?” he said evilly bringing her back to the
terrible pain and humiliation. She didn’t say anything, and buried her
face in the ground again.
Deepak caught her hair in a bunch and yelled in her face: “Didn’t you
hear me CUNT? Can you walk or should I drag you into the house by your
hair?”
Scared again, Kareena whispered: “I’ll walk.”
“Good, then get on your feet and walk behind me. And don’t try
anything funny this time. One kick from you and I’ll make an Aishwarya
out of you. I’ll break both your legs and shove a cactus up your butt.
And then the punishments will begin. That Whore has wrinkles at
thirty; you’ll have them at 23!”
But Kareena was not going to try anything funny. The earlier
experience had quite sobered her. It was easy to get up since Deepak
was hauling her up by her hair, but the walk to the back door was the
most horrid experience she’d ever had because her own back door
complained to no end. (Well, actually it complained to her REAR end,
but we’re not on a biology lesson here!) . She staggered on the first
few steps, trying to walk with her legs apart to try and minimize the
agony as far as possible. Then as she got number to the pain, se
walked a little faster, which was well because Deepak hated laggards.
When the got into the house, Deepak led her to the kitchen.
“Get me some salad. I’m in the dining room. And QUICK!” he snapped his
fingers, “I don’t want the pizza to go cold!”
“Sir, the handcuffs…” Kareena tried to sound as docile as possible.
“Oh those… Alright, I’ll take them off. But don’t try to get funny and
get a knife to stab me with. If you succeed, that’s good for you… but
in all probability you won’t… and then I’ll carve my initials into
your ass using the same knife.”
Kareena looked at him aghast. She hadn’t even thought of a knife, but
what he had just said filled her heart with fear. This guy was a
mad-man. Carving one’s initials on someone else? She shuddered.
Deepak took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs. He took
the cuffs with him.
Kareena looked around the kitchen. This was an absolutely new
experience for her. She had never entered the kitchen except to order
her servants to serve food. She had no clue what she was expected to
do, but she remembered that her salad at home contained cucumber and
carrots. She opened the fridge and took out two cucumbers and a carrot.
She peeled the cucumbers and diced them, but just as she was finished
with the second one, she heard Deepak yell for her to bring the salad
quickly. She didn’t know what to do. She had to avoid more punishment
at any rate. She put the diced cucumber on a plate and put the carrot
on top, whole. She carried the plate out to Deepak.
Deepak saw the plate and then glared at her. She melted. She knew she
had committed some boo-boo and that she was in for some more punishment.
“What’s my name Poo?”
“Deepak, Sir!”
“Does that sound anything like Karamchand, DOLL?” he said.
“No, Sir.” She said matter of fact-ly.
“Is it BUGS BUNNY?” he said louder.
“No, Sir!” she said.
“Then why did you imagine that I’d like my carrot whole? Is there a
hole in your head? Did your brains flow out whole…?” he paused letting
the words sink in, then he continued: “I know what I’m going to do
with this wholesome nutrition. I’m going to cram it up your HOLE! And
my most favorite HOLE in the HOLE world: Your recently punctured ASS
HOLE!”
It took a few moments for Kareena to register what Deepak had just
said, but when she realized the implication, she dropped to her knees.
She caught Deepak’s leg and begged.
“I’m sorry sir. Please, not my ass. It hurts SO bad! I’ll be good sir.
PLEASE not my ass!”
“Shut the fuck up and listen: You have two options: Either you screw
the carrot up your ass yourself or I do it for you. In either case you
will take it up your ass. If you’re lucky I’ll let you chuck it away,
otherwise I may ask you to EAT it! Now, shall I do it?”
“NOOOOOO!” Kareena yelled. She knew that Deepak forcing it in would
probably cause her bodily harm.
“Then BEGIN!” ordered Deepak.
Very reluctantly Kareena, got up, lifted the carrot and even more
slowly she took it near her ass hole which was now shut tight. As she
tried to force the narrow tip of the vegetable past her sphincter she
winced. Her butt-hole complained anew, refusing entry. But she knew
she had to do it. As she pushed it harder she let out a short scream
and then it was in. Well, in somewhat. She pushed another few inches
in and then stopped.
“I can’t take any more!” she wailed.
Deepak caught her by her waist so that her ass was no facing him.
“NONSENSE!” he said, “You could take my monster in, this is but a
child’s weewee.” Saying so, he began to drill the carrot into the ass.
Now that she was not herself forcing her ass, Kareena started to howl.
She bawled and tried to get out of his iron grip around her waist: of
no avail. Deepak did not rest until he forced the entire carrot up her
nether hole. When he had finished he said: “There! Didn’t I tell you
you could take it? One must never underestimate oneself!” Kareena
wished that he underestimated HER sometime! “Relax honey… it’ll soon
feel like a prolonged shit… EXCEPT: you will NOT shit it out. Instead
you will now work for your food. On your knees BITCH!” he said letting
go. Kareena fell to her knees. This action caused the carrot-head to
peek out, and so Deepak kicked it in, making her holler loudly.
“Your `work’ for getting your pizza slice is to suck me, and get me
hard. Not very difficult. Do it NOW!”
Kareena held Deepak’s cock. She took the limp member into her mouth
and started to suck on it. She had done this before, but Deepak’s cock
tasted weird. There was a weird coppery and sour taste to it. Then she
realized to her absolute horror that it must be her blood and anal
residues on his cock. She tried to get the cock out of her mouth, but
Deepak had made that impossible by forcing her down on his cock using
his hands. She began to gag for air, and realized that she had no
other way except to suck the penis. A bit of correct sucking action
and the penis started to grow. Soon it enlarged to its full throbbing
self. Kareena was used to deep-throating (a trick she had been forced
to learn at the BSA) and so she didn’t find it difficult to
accommodate the huge cock. Sure it tasted horrible, but at least it
wasn’t painful! Deepak admired her ora-sex skills. “You’re a first
rate cock-sucker!” he told her. But unlike her usual partners Deepak
pulled out before her blew. Kareena was glad; she hated the taste of cum.
Then Kareena wished he HAD in fact cummed inside her throat. Because
Deepak simply jacked his shaft and then let his cum fly onto a slice
of pizza. This he threw down to her and said: “EAT doggie! Sir has put
in an extra bit of protein for you!”
Kareena looked at the piece with tears in her eyes. She thought the
pizza slice was like her… (Kareena was an armchair philosopher.) Just
a while ago it was the loveliest thing in the world… and now it had
been reduced to rubbish!
“Eat it Poo… it’s the only lunch you’ll get, unless you want to eat
the carrot, of course!” Deepak grinned. “And by the way, we don’t
waste food in this house. So if you don’t have this right now, you’ll
be sent to your bed, I mean kennel, without food tonight!”
Kareena’s stomach was rumbling, but on the other hand, she couldn’t
bear such degradation. Human sperm on black olives and cheese? Had
this man no sense of propriety? On the third hand she couldn’t remain
hungry for the whole day. She decided she must force herself. She
picked up the slice.
“Don’t you throw up whore, or I’ll make you swallow all of the puke up!”
Kareena took her first bite. Her stomach lurched, sending a gripe down
her alimentary canal, but a maddening pain reminded her of what lay
stabbed in the back-hole. She gulped down the piece, warning herself
not to lurch again.
“Finish your lunch quickly… we have lots more `work’ to do!” she heard
Deepak saying…
Initially every bite made Kareena want to throw up. Then she tried
imagining that the pizza was the same as the one she usually ate at
home. She realized this helped quite a bit, and she closed her eyes
and managed to finish the pizza slice. She was still hungry, but knew
that little food was coming.
Deepak seemed to be rummaging through his drawer in the next room.
Kareena had suffered too much by now to even try to run away. She just
sat there. In any event she knew that getting up would cause her more
misery because of the carrot rooted in her ass.
Deepak came into the room. “Finished already? Greedy PIG!” he
chastised her. “In any case, that’ll give me more time to have FUN
with you! BUT! Have you forgotten your role SLAVE? Do you expect ME to
clear up the plates?”
With great effort Kareena got up. She lifted the plates and started
towards the kitchen. She had to stop at every step. Deepak watched
with glee as he saw her waddle to the kitchen with the carrot top
peeking out of her ass.
Kareena put the plates into the sink and turned on the tap. She didn’t
know whether she was expected to wash them, but she supposed so.
Deepak was a little surprised to see her get into her role finally. He
went up to her and caressed her buttocks. She would have squealed in
the normal course of things, but her painful experiences had made her
quiet for the present. She was content in gulping down the shame. She
continued to wash the plates. But then she shrieked. Deepak had yanked
out the carrot in one pull.
“WHAAAA…” she started to scream, but was silenced almost immediately
by the carrot that Deepak thrust sideways into her mouth. He held it
there till she stopped trying to scream.
“SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear you scream. It’s driving me nuts! Wash
the plates in silence and then we’ll move to your next job!” Kareena
washed the plates very slowly… she was sure the next `job’ was likely
to be just as unpleasant as her previous ones, and she was in no
hurry! In any case her ass-hole felt much better without some
monstrous invader occupying it.
Deepak seemed in no great hurry either. He just watched her intently
as she finished with the plates and turned to him with her eyes cast
down.
“Nice job Poo. You deserve to be rewarded!”
The word `reward’ made Kareena look up at Deepak. What could her
`present’ be? Would she finally be released?
Deepak seemed to be reading her mind. He said very firmly: “You can
lose all hopes of me letting you go before your time is up… But since
you have been such a good servant, I thought I should reward you with
a fuck!”
Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak kept his index finger
on her lips.
“Ssshhh Poo! Not a word! You’ve just been rewarded. If you complain,
I’ll change it to a punishment, and it’ll be another banging in your
ass. If you want that hole of yours to ever go back to its original
size, you’ll keep mum. To the bedroom NOW, slut!”
Deepak knew that if there was anything that could scare Kareena out of
her wits right now, it’d be some more anal action. His words had
immediate effect. Kareena walked past him towards the bedroom.
When Deepak entered the bedroom he found Kareena lying on the bed, on
her side, curled up like a baby. She was weeping softly. Her position
made her ass quite prominent and Deepak saw her shitter: an angry red
and still quite open from its recent rape.
Deepak had no time for tears. He had seen hundreds of wives and keeps
crying for their jailed beau. Tears were mere drops of water to him.
“STOP CRYING you lousy piece of shit! You are here because you
misbehaved! If you weren’t so STUPID, you’d be at a set right now,
asking a servant to get you a cola! But it’s just too bad that you are
caught here with me instead! Now sleep on your back! I need you to
give me a raise first!”
The first rate cock-sucker she was, Kareena had Deepak up and raring
to go in no time. Then she waited for him to plunge it into her.
Deepak surprised her by rolling over and lying on his back. “Straddle
me Poo! You didn’t expect ME to do all the work did you?”
Reluctantly Kareena got up and put her leg across Deepak’s torso.
“WAIT!” he ordered. “God alone knows what your hole’s being screwing.
And I heard half the industry has syphilis! Here’s the condom box that
you worked so hard for!” he said throwing the box at her. “I have an
idea. Rewards are always much more fun when they have to be found… So
here’s what we’ll do. I’ll close the door and turn off the light. Then
you can look for my cock and put the condom on. And since games are no
fun without time limits, you have a minute to find my dick. We begin
now!” Saying so Deepak leaped and closed the door. Quick as a flash he
turned off the light. The room was completely dark now.
“I’m counting doll! Ten seconds down!” Kareena heard Deepak saying. A
new panic rose within her now. She had only fifty seconds more, and
she hadn’t even picked out a condom. She put her hand into the box and
pulled out one sealed packet randomly.
“Twenty Seconds!”
She tore at the packet with her teeth. She realized to her horror that
she had not only ripped the packet open, but also torn the condom. She
had thrown the box down in her haste and she dropped to the floor to
look for it.
“Forty Seconds!”
She finally found the box and managed to get a condom out whole. Now
the task was to look for the penis.
“Fifty!” Deepak’s voice sounded strained.
Kareena grabbed blindly in the dark. At last she found it. It felt a
bit different and a lot stiffer, but she didn’t care! She pushed the
condom down onto it.
“Time’s up sweety!” Deepak said and the light came on. Deepak roared
with laughter. He held his stomach, he just couldn’t stop laughing.
Kareena had managed to condom a bed- post! Kareena felt her heart
sink. She felt sure she was in line for another punishment.
Involuntarily she began to cry.
Deepak stopped laughing though he was still smiling and giggling. “You
seem to prefer a bedpost over my ding-dong!” he said, “No matter,
maybe later. Man, that’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day! Why are
you standing there? Come here and sit beside me.” This didn’t seem
right to Kareena, Deepak wasn’t so kind. It surprised her even more
still when he asked her to lie down and put a blanket over her. “You
need to rest!” he said kindly. “You have taken your job too
seriously! Relax! Good employers allow the help an afternoon nap.
Sleep well now, there’s plenty to do when you get up. There, the AC’s
on…” he said turning it on, “I’m going to turn off the light now. I’ll
be in the outer room. I’m sure you won’t try to be silly any more…
Nighty-night I’ll wake you up at five.” Deepak turned off the light,
stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Kareena lay in the dark wondering what this sudden change of heart
meant. Could he have had a change of heart? Was he finally tired of
punishing her? But why hadn’t he screwed her? No man had ever kept
away from her puss! What was he planning?
Kareena tossed and turned, but the day’s events had taken their toll.
The droning AC and the warm blanket had their effect. Kareena drifted
off into a deep sleep.
She was now at a shooting. She was yelling at the spot boys. She was
yelling at the director. She was yelling at the dance troupe, she was
yelling at her make-up man. And boy it felt so GOOD! People hovering
around her like flies. She throwing her pallu at Sharukh’s face, and
walking away in a huff, wiggling her behind which she knew everyone
was watching. She, throwing away her ice-cream because it wasn’t the
right temperature.
Then suddenly they were shooting in Switzerland. It was cold. She
shivered. She put her arms around herself, but her co-star, whose face
she couldn’t see, drew them apart slowly. Her breasts felt cold, and
she was naked now! And it started snowing! As the first snowflake
touched her nipple Kareena felt uncomfortable. This couldn’t be
happening. She realized she must be dreaming. She slowly opened her
eyes. Everything was hazy for a few seconds, but she felt warm breath
on her chest, coupled with a very cold feeling right beneath it. She
opened her eyes fully and yelped!
She was in fact completely naked. It took her few seconds to recollect
who the man with his face down on her chest was. She yelped again as
she realized why she felt a snowflake on her nipple: Deepak held an
ice-cube between his front teeth and was now rubbing it over her
nipple. His muscular hands pinned her hands beside her head. Kareena
had to admit that it felt wonderful. She put up no resistance at all.
After all, she decided, this man was a raving maniac. If he was
playing nice, why stop him? Her non-resistance meant that her body was
now playing along. Under the touch of the ice, her nipples became as
hard as acorns. Deepak let her hands go, and continued his journey
down to her navel. Kareena had always had an extremely sensitive
navel. She moaned and her body arched up to meet his face As Deepak
moved to her clit Kareena felt an intense desire building up inside
her. Her pussy started juicing up more than ever before. Deepak’s
hands were on her breasts now, fondling, pinching, caressing, teasing;
Kareena could handle it no longer.
“FUCK ME!” she yelled at the top of her voice. Deepak looked up at her
and smiled. He continued to taunt her body with the ice cube. He went
over her clit again and again. It was such a contrast. Her clit was
throbbing hard, and hot, and the ice cube sizzled over it, driving
Kareena into ultimate ecstasy.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! BHAGWAN KE LIYE! SCREW MEEEE!” Kareena begged.
Deepak dropped the ice cube. Very gently he pushed into Kareena.
Kareena groaned in satisfaction as she felt satisfied inch-by-inch.
Deepak was taking it really slow. Kareena couldn’t bear the wait. She
thrust her hips forward so that Deepak was completely in. Deepak
smiled to himself. He had got this bitch heated up and how!
He began to pound the pussy, neither too hard, nor too soft. Kareena
was in seventh heaven. That she was being screwed by the same man that
had made her life miserable just that morning had escaped her mind
completely. She was in total rapture of the moment. She was at her
peak now… she knew she’d be cumming any moment now. She shut her eyes
and clenched her fists in eager anticipation. Then everything stopped!
Deepak had pulled out! He stood there gazing at her puckering pussy
which seemed to be grabbing hard to find a lost partner. He had the
same hard superior smile he had had all day.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Kareena demanded.
“Needed you to juice up for my stamps!”
“WHAT?”
“You didn’t really think I wanted to fuck you or something did you
Poo? I need to send out Diwali greetings, and was getting tired of
licking the stamps… Your pussy will serve as a wet-pad just fine! Now
lay still while I get the envelopes inside!”
Kareena was too flabbergasted to move.
Deepak came back with a sheaf of envelopes and a sheet of stamps. He
put the envelopes on the bed and then one by one tore off stamps from
the sheet and rubbed them against Kareena completely juiced up pussy.
Then he stuck the stamp to the envelope and set the stamped envelopes
aside.
“Here’s one for you as well!” he said holding out an envelope with her
name written in neat handwriting on it. “Only you’ll know the secret
of the stamps being fixed so well! Won’t you be proud?”
Kareena didn’t say anything. This man was demented. Now she was sure!
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.
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