An Indian Slut

                                                                                                                                               An Indian Slut (Part 2)

As I woke up from my deep slumber, I realized that it was evening time. The house was unusually quiet. It seemed there was no one in the house. I was now lying on a soft, clean bed in a bedroom instead of being tied in the centre of the drawing room. I was now feeling the effects of the torment my body had gone through. Every single pore in my body ached with any sort of movement. My shoulders were the worst from being tied with my hands above my head for so long. I thought that now my ordeal was over and I was free to go home. This thought reminded me that I was still totally naked and badly bruised all over.

I tried to get up from the bed and to look for my clothes. As soon as I set my foot down, the door of the room opened and Mr. Murthy entered. There was a wicked smile on his face. He said, “So, our fucktoy has awakened after all. Good, now we can proceed with the rest of the games we have planned for you”. On hearing this, I was filled with dread. I said, “Please, you all have already had enough. Please let me go home now!! On this he laughed like a devil and said, “Sorry Darling, your contract is still not over. You still have to stay here for tonight. You can go home only tomorrow morning.” On hearing his cruel words, I started crying. He said, “Save these for later, as tonight will be a night that you will remember for long.”

With that he closed the door on me and went out. I fell on the bed again and tried to sleep so that some of the pain I was feeling could go away. I slept in fits for about half an hour. It was then that I heard the sound of a car’s engine outside the house. I wanted to know that who might have come. Perhaps, I could shout and draw their attention so that they could save me from the evil designs of these people. But, then my mind suggested that I better be quiet otherwise my torment could be more as promised by Mr. Murthy.

I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly the door opened and Mr. Murthy entered again. This time he had a packet in his hand. He threw the packet on my naked breasts and said, “Come on bitch, get dressed. It’s time for the next show.” I was terrified. But, I picked up the packet and opened it. In there were all my clothes which I had worn on the first night when I came to this house.  I started wearing the clothes. Mr. Murthy was still standing there, staring at me. This made me feel even more uncomfortable than being naked in front of him.

As soon as I got dressed, he handed me over a makeup kit and asked me to apply makeup to my face. I did that and looked at myself in the mirror. Since, there were no injuries on my face, I looked pretty much ok with my clothes on. In fact, I looked pretty with the makeup on. No one could guess what I had gone through in the last two days by just looking at my face. This thought was somewhat comforting but equally unnerving was the thought that why was I being made to do all this.

It only meant that someone very important had arrived in the car whose sound I had heard sometime ago. I was about to find that out. Mr. Murthy led me by my arm to the drawing room once again. The only difference I noticed was that now there were three other men in the drawing room. Two of them were Mr. Murthy’s friends, but the third one had a mask on his face. Only his eyes, nostrils and lips were visible through the mask. I was very intrigued by this mystery man. I wanted to see who is behind the mask. As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Murthy said, “You want to know who is behind this mask?” I nodded in agreement. He said, “That will have to wait, dear. First, you need to welcome our new guest”

With this he pushed me to the ground and asked me to crawl over to the masked man. I did that. Mr. Murthy then said, “Come on slut, now get up and kiss our guest as if you are kissing your husband”. I got up from the floor and moved my body up close to the masked man’s body. As I tried to move my lips to kiss him, he bent forward and kissed me passionately. His tongue forced my mouth open and went right into my mouth. I was lost in the kiss when he suddenly yanked my hair and pulled my face away. I screamed in pain. Mr. Murthy and friends laughed at this. Mr. Murthy said, “Time to reveal the identity of our new guest”

With this the masked man started to pull away his mask. My heart was beating very fast as I wanted to end this suspense. As soon as the mask was off, I was dumbstruck. There in front of me stood my hubby! I was too shocked to do or say anything. Mr. Murthy’s voice broke the silence in the room. “Don’t worry darling, he is not here of his own free will. Just like you, he is also following our orders. Now, let’s start the real game”

He moved towards the chairs in the room and his friends followed him. When all of them were comfortably seated, he said to my husband, “Come on, now remove all the clothes of this bitch and get her naked”. My eyes were full of tears. My hubby moved towards me and took the corner of my sari in his hands. With one swift motion he tugged at it, so that I twirled and fell on the floor. He kept on pulling and soon my sari was off. He then came to me and picked me up from the floor. I was now facing Mr. Murthy and his friends. My hubby went towards my back and started opening the buttons of my blouse from behind. He then took off my blouse completely by sliding first one arm and then the other.

Now, I was in my bra and just my petticoat. I felt even more embarrassed as I was being undressed by my own hubby. He just then pulled the string of my petticoat and it slipped over my thighs and legs and fell to the ground. He put his arms around my waist from the back and hoisted me in the air. He kicked away the petticoat lying on the floor. Now I was only in my underwear. Then he unclasped the hook of my bra and pulled it away from my body. My boobs were again naked for all to see. He slipped his hands in the waistband of my panty and slid it all the way down to my ankles. He lifted first one leg and then the other one to take it off completely. Now I was completely nude in front of all the men in the room.

Mr. Murthy growled at my husband, “Take this slut to the center of the room and tie her up”. My hubby dragged me by my hair and took me to the center of the room and tied me exactly as before. My hands were tied to a rope and pulled above my head and then the rope was passed through the pulley attached to the roof. The rope was then tied to a pillar. I was now again hanging naked in the center of the room. Mr. Murthy ordered, “Pick up the whip and start whipping the ass of this bitch”.  My thoughts were that my husband won’t do it. But, before I could muster my thoughts any further, Mr. Murthy said, “Wait, before you do that, we want you also to be naked.” My hubby took off his clothes also and stood naked behind me with the whip in his hand. Mr. Murthy said,” Hit her as hard as you can, because if you show any mercy to her, I will hand over the evidence to the police”. My hubby swung his arm and hit my already bruised ass with all his might. The whip lashed onto my ass with full force and I screamed “Aaahhhhh!!!” Mr. Murthy and his friends moved closer to have a good view. I forgot to mention that all this was being recorded since my entry with Mr. Murthy in the room.

My hubby hit my ass again and again with full force. My screams of agony were echoing thorough the hall. Suddenly, Mr. Murthy started laughing and said, ”Look! The bastard is enjoying this!” I turned my head a little and was surprised to see that my hubby had a huge erection. I was too embarrassed to see this and started crying. Mr. Murthy said to him, ”Do you want to fuck her?” To my amazement, my hubby nodded his head. Mr. Murthy laughed and said, “Ok! But you will have to earn it! Hit her tits and nipples hard with that whip! Make her beg for mercy and then you can fuck her in the ass!! From now on, you can fuck her only in her ass and not her cunt!!”

My hubby picked up the whip again and lashed it with full force on my tits. I yelled “Aiiieeeee” at the top of my voice. He cracked the whip again and this time it caught my nipples. I screamed and screamed. I had decided that I will not beg for mercy. This made my hubby more determined. Mr. Murthy and his friends were urging him on to hit me harder. He was now imparting more power to his lashes. I was bathed in sweat from head to toe. Suddenly, my hubby landed one on my already sore pussy. I shouted, ”No!! Please, leave me!! Please not there!!” On this, he had a smile on his face and walked to me.

Mr. Murthy and his friends looked on as my hubby inserted his cock in my ass. It was very painful as there was no lubrication at all. He just pushed it in and started pumping his hips. My shoulders were on fire from hanging for so long. He kept on it for at least five minutes before grunting and shooting his cum deep inside me. Now, it was the turn of Mr. Murthy and his friends to have a go at me. They started fucking me in my pussy as well as ass at the same time. They took turns till all of them had cum inside either my pussy or my ass.

Mr. Murthy then said,” Release her now and bring her over to the table.” My hubby released me from my bonds and I fell to the floor. He took my hair in his fist and dragged me to a table in the middle of the room.  Now, I was put on the table with my back on it. Once again, my hands were secured to the two sides of the table and same was done to my legs. When they were satisfied that I was tied with ropes securely, Mr. Murthy moved forward . He took out a sharp needle and said, “Now, we will have some more fun”. He took the needle towards my right breast and placed it under my nipple. The needle was quite thick. He applied pressure on it and inserted into my nipple. I was screaming at the top of my voice, but he did not relent and with some more force pushed it right across my nipple. The pain was so intense that I was about to faint.

But he brought some sort of salt below my nose and made me smell it. He said, ”The fumes of this salt will not let you faint. You will feel every bit of what we are doing to you”. Then he took out two gold rings. He wiped the blood trickling down the side of my tits and quickly inserted one of the gold rings while taking out the needle. I could not believe that he was piercing my nipples. This would mar me for life. Whenever, I saw those, it would remind me of him and how I was used by him and his friends. Meanwhile he repeated the same thing on my left breast also. Now there were two shiny gold rings dangling from my nipples. He then took a small hand held blow torch and sealed the rings so that they would not come out. Now they had become a permanent part of my body. If I wanted to remove them, I would have to tear my nipples apart. He reminded me of this by saying,” Now, you can’t remove these slut”

I was crying tears of shame and humiliation. Mr. Murthy, his friends and even my hubby seemed to enjoy this. They all were having huge erections. Suddenly, one of Mr. Murthy’s friends said something to him. I was unable to hear it. But, I knew they were talking about me. Mr. Murthy said, “Why not? Let’s do it!” One of his friends disappeared in a room and came out a few minutes later. He had a tattoo gun in his hand. I realized that what they were about to do. I thrashed in my bonds as I did not wish to be marked permanently with tattoos.

But, Mr. Murthy, his friend and my hubby held me down. His friend switched on the machine and started working on my body. I later learned that he had learnt the art of tattooing from some ruffians in some other country while he was on a business trip. He was using all his skills now on my body. He started tattooing just above my pussy. He etched the words” Fuck Hole” there with an arrow pointing directly to my pussy. It was very painful. More than the physical pain, I was facing the mental trauma of being marked. He tattooed the words in a mirror image so that whenever I look at my reflection in a mirror, I could read the words.

I was wincing at every touch of the needle on my body but could do nothing as I was tied. Then he moved towards my tits and wrote the words “SLUT” on my right breast and then “BITCH” on the left one. These were also like the mirror images. Now, they were done with the tattooing and proceeded to fuck me in the pussy once again. All of them fucked me one by one with my hubby being the last one. Whenever, I was about to lose consciousness, they would tug at my nipple rings and I would wake up with a scream.

At last all of them came in my pussy one by one. I was left alone tied naked on the table. I was in lot of pain but was still conscious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something which I could not believe. My hubby was smiling and shaking hands with Mr. Murthy and all his friends. So, this all had been a set up by him! He walked to me and said, “Yes, darling. You are thinking right. All of this was a set up and I was behind it all. Now you will be my slut for life. I will use you in any way I like. I will use you to move ahead in my career. There is nothing you can do about it” I realized that what he was saying was true and resigned myself to my fate.  With that, I closed my eyes and drifted off to a painful sleep.