IPSHITA
Part I
Trapped.
They rang my doorbell at half past nine at night. I recognized Ramu, my
lover's (or ex-lover) right hand man. When he told me that Rajesh had sent him
to fetch me I was quite overjoyed, thinking for sure my lover wanted a
reconciliation. I couldn't confirm that with Ramu, since Rajesh never had
involved Ramu in any way in our relationship. When he asked me to accompany them
in the ricksha (a small open three-seater taxicab) that was waiting, I did so
with alacrity. I wanted to change from my kaftaan into my sari, but Ramu said
that his boss was in a hurry, and had told him to bring me in whatever I was
wearing, and I could change at his place. Well that made sense since a lot of my
clothes were still at his house. I was a bit uncomfortable about this since I
was not wearing a bra, but agreed anyway, since I knew Rajesh hated to be kept
waiting. Besides my kaftaan was thick, and my large breasts were firm, even at
my age, and after two kids.
The kids, 16 year old Rafiq, and 14 year old Saifia were spending a few
days at their grandmother's, so I was alone at home. My daughter Saifia was the
apple of my eye. But much as I loved Rafiq, my son, I had to admit I had no
control over him. I knew he was on some kind of drugs, but could do little about
it.
We went out into the street where I saw the three wheeler standing. Ramu
ushered me towards it. There was a man sitting in the driver's seat up front. He
glanced at me as Ramu made me get in. The other man went around and got in on
the other side. Ramu got in after me, and I was sandwiched between the two heavy
set men. Three seater rickshas actually seat 3 reasonably comfortably only if
all three are wafer thin. I was the only somewhat slim person among the three of
us. My thighs were jammed against theirs on either side. I folded my hands over
my big boobs to prevent their sides rubbing against the men. Ramu looked out of
the vehicle as we rode through the quiet streets. I stole a sideways glance at
the man on the other side, the man I did not know, but had seen occasionally at
Rajesh's meat factory. I saw him staring at me with a huge smirk on his face.
Suddenly in the dark I felt him shoving his hand under my arm and grabbing my
left breast, For a moment I was stunned. In that moment he took the chance to
get my nipple and twist it fiercely. I squealed in pain and surprise. The driver
looked around and saw what was happening. He flashed a nasty grin. Ramu kept on
looking out of the vehicle as if he heard nothing. I removed one hand from over
my tits to tap him on his arm to draw his attention. The bastard on my left took
the opportunity to grab a chunk of my breast flesh in his hand and squeeze as
hard as he could. Ramu looked at him and said sternly "Boss wont like this Abid.
Cut it out. And you, Ipshita, calm down. Relax. Don't overreact."
But not for long. A couple of minutes later, he put his hand on my thigh. I
slapped it. He only dug his thick fingers into my flesh. Again I tapped Ramu's
arm. He looked at me, annoyed. "Stop this whining, Ipshita. Complain to Rajesh
saab when you see him". I was shocked at these words, but decided to keep quiet
for now. For some reason, Abid, relaxed his hold on my thigh, but left his hand
resting on it possessively. I could feel it slowly climbing up, but I ignored
it, and he stopped short of my hip, and did not proceed to what I thought he
wanted to touch.
Abid grinned and removed his hand. But something now told me that things
were not right. Ramu had always addressed me as "Madam". And the tone of his
voice was also not the usual respectful tone. Were they abducting me?
I got more worried when I found the route we were taking was not heading to
Rajesh's house, but towards the outskirts of town. When I asked Ramu, he said
the boss was waiting for me at the meat factory. I was getting nervous. Then on
the way, we picked up another man who sat in front with the driver. He too gave
me a queer look.
As we approached the meat factory, I saw the office area lights were on. I
had been there on several occasions, but never in the factory area, only in
Rajesh's office and his private room behind it. We stopped in front of the
office door. Ramu got out and beckoned me to follow. I did so with a feeling of
dread. But what could I do. I entered the office ante room and found some half a
dozen men hanging around. Ramu made me follow him into Rajesh's office. It was a
large room well appointed, reflecting the success of the business. Beyond this
there was another room, Rajesh's rest room, which sported a T.V., a comfortable
bed, and other furniture. I was relieved when I saw Rajesh, and he greeted me in
his normal fashion. He asked Ramu to leave and lock the door behind him.
We indulged in some small talk, and he poured me a large vodka, which I
refused. He shoved it into my hand, and said, drink it, you'll need it. When I
asked him why, he said, aren't we going to make love? I smiled and sipped it. We
both finished our drinks in 10 minutes, then he grabbed me and pulled me to him.
He pulled my kaftaan over my head and threw it on the floor, then literally
ripped my panties to the floor. All this was nothing new to me, and in my
aroused state, we had a torrid quarter hour of fucking. He took me in my cunt,
then my asshole (he rarely did that), and finally he fucked my face as well. I
found him a bit rougher than usual.
Then we lay on the bed and he smoked a cigarette. I thought it was about
time to broach my topic... marriage. "Rajesh, I have come here with the
impression that you have decided to marry me. Tell me..."
He interrupted me. "Did Ramu tell you that?" I said no. Then suddenly I
thought about that weasel Abid's misbehavior in the taxi. And I told Rajesh
about it. Rajesh got out of the bed, put on his pyjamas and went towards the
door. "Let me speak to him" he said. I was lying naked in the bed, covered by
the blanket since the air conditioning was on. A minute later, the door opened,
and Rajesh returned. And to my surprise, Abid was behind him. I shrank beneath
the blanket, only too aware of my nakedness. Abid was staring at me. This was
the first time Rajesh had allowed anyone into the bedroom when I was there.
Rajesh spoke to me. "Ipshita, you say that Abid here pressed your boobs in
the ricksha coming here?" I nodded my head dumbly. Rajesh turned towards his
employee. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked him angrily. Abid put
his palms together in a supplicatory manner. "Sir, sir, a thousand pardons, but
Madam Ipshita placed my hands on her breast. I would never do it myself. Do you
think I would have the guts?" Abid replied. He added for good measure that I had
then also placed his hand on my thigh, very close to my pussy. His language in
front of me shocked me. Now to my surprise Rajesh grinned. He said "Well, Abid,
did you like the feel of Madam's tits?" Abid didn't reply, just grinned
lasciviously, staring at me. Rajesh continued "Her garment was rather thick, you
couldn't have felt much. Could you?" Abid was now obviously enjoying himself at
my expense. I had gone from crimson to purple with mortification. He said,
"Well, I got a handful, and I even got a good bit of her nipple. But no, I did
not feel actual flesh." I was flabbergasted. And then Rajesh took me by complete
surprise. He bent down, got hold of the corner of the light blanket, and with a
flick, swept it off me, leaving me stark naked, except for the slim silver chain
which I wear around my waist, and an anklet! Rajesh laughed and said "Well,
Abid, now you can go ahead and feel her boobs, naked and full of flesh. I can
tell you, they are luscious!" I tried to move, but Rajesh caught me, lifted me
up quickly pinned me down by my arms on the sofa, and Abid wrapped his filthy
hands around my globes. I kicked and wept, but they only laughed. Abid went to
touch my pussy hair, but Rajesh stopped him saying "There's plenty of time for
that, just give her nipples a nice tight pinch for now. Hurt them as much as you
can". Abid happily obliged, and I screamed as my nipples were given the rough
treatment. Little did I know then, that compared to the pain I was about to
suffer, this was just a joyride.
I was openly weeping as Abid let go of my injured nipples. I looked at
Rajesh reproachfully, and started to speak. He gave me a tight, stinging slap
across my face. I gasped in surprise. He spoke in a cold stern voice.
"From now on for the rest of the evening... or night, you will speak only
when ordered to. You are going to entertain my "guests", who are award winning
members of my staff. You will treat them with respect, and let them do whatever
they want with you."
I asked him tearfully "Why are you doing this to me? What have I done...".
I was cut off by another stinging slap to my cheek.
He said "I just told you, not a word unless ordered to, either by me, or
one of my guests! Anyway I'll answer your question. In short, You are being
punished for daring to give me an ultimatum. But that will come later. First you
will entertain my guests."
I was about to protest when I saw him raising his hand, so I subsided,
thinking that discretion was the better part of valour. As it is my face was
burning from the raps it had received.
After 3 years of being first, Rajesh's girlfriend, and a year and a half of
being his lover I had told him I was getting along in age, and either he married
me or we stop seeing each other. That's the ultimatum he was talking about. But
I never expected him to react like this. I later, much later, came to realize
that it was just an excuse for doing what he was about to do to me. He had been
tiring of me anyway, but my beautiful sexy body he had other uses for. I never
in my wildest dreams realized I had fallen in love with a sadist.
He opened the drawer in the bedside table, and removed a strap of leather
about 3/4 inch broad with a buckle at one end. I realized it was a dog-collar.
He threw it to Abid, who smirked and put it around my neck, buckling it on
snugly, but not too tight. I was trembling with fearful anticipation. Humiliated
as I already was in my nakedness in front of the horrible Abid, this was much
worse. "Please don't do this, Rajesh, for the love of..." This time, the slap
almost knocked me down. Rajesh said coldly, "Apart from these slaps to silence
you, you are earning penalty points which will add to your punishments later in
the night. If ever you think you need to speak, you will bark." I looked at him
bewildered. He laughed heartily. "Yes", he said "you are now my bitch, nothing
more, nothing less. You will woof twice and I will decide if you should be
allowed to speak. Got it?"
Numbly, I just stare at him. He caught my nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. "When I ask you a question you will answer me immediately!" Ouch,
how that hurt! But I held my silence. Quickly I nodded my head.
He now removed a leash from the same drawer, and attached it to a ring on
the collar at the back of my neck. "Another thing", he said, "unless I tell you
otherwise, you will, when allowed to talk, address me as My Lord. For today, the
others who are present here, you will call Master. You will precede every
sentence you are allowed to speak with either of these titles. Understood?"
Again I nodded my head. "And you will give us your full cooperation in whatever
'games' we have lined up for you tonight. You will move when we tell you to
move, bend when told to, or any thing we want you to do. You will not try and
defend any part of your body from any kind of action or punishment. If your
nipples are being pinched, for instance, you will not allow your hands to try
and pull away the hands pinching them. Understood?" This time I felt I must
voice my protest. But, fearful of another slap I made the "woof" barking sound
twice. I felt utterly stupid, humiliated, and cheap. Abid and Rajesh laughed
uproariously. Splendid, Rajesh said, you are learning fast. He gave me
permission to speak.
"What if I refuse to cooperate. Do what you have to do to me, but I am not
going to cooperate in this humiliation!"
Rajesh again squeezed both my nipples hard as he said in a cold,
calculating voice. "Shithead, Saifia is growing up beautifully, isn't she? She's
looking really gorgeous, I can see. I wonder if we could..." he stopped, letting
me assimilate what he said in horror struck silence. I said "You wouldn't..." He
pinched down hard on my poor nipples, making me wince. But I was too frightened
to even lift my hands in a protective gesture. He said "Yes, bitch, I would. I
think your daughter is gorgeous, and she would be a beautiful little puppy. But
I am a fair man. She has done nothing to irk me. As long as you cooperate like
how I've told you, no harm will come to her, or to your drug addict son. You
know what can happen to him, too, don't you? All I have to do is write a small
note to my friend Inamdar, the Commissioner of Police, and..." He left his
sentence unfinished, but the threat was absolutely clear. My shoulders slumped
in defeat. I couldn't let anything happen to my darling, precious Saifia, and my
son too, for all the trouble he was giving me, I loved him. Tears just flowed
down my face. Rajesh and Abid laughed cruelly.
"Now Abid will lead you out to your "guests" or "clients" if you wish to
call them, whore. The will fuck you, call you whatever they want, taunt you, and
cause you a great deal of pain. But whatever they do, you will treat them with
utmost respect, and follow their every demand with alacrity, however much it
demeans you or even hurts you. Ramu will see to it that no permanent damage is
done to you, or any marking made on your face. Of course they will slap your
face from time to time, but slaps will not leave any long term marks. I want my
whorebitch to stay beautiful. Okay Abid, take her out.
Abid started to lead me out, pulling me by the leash. Rajesh gestured,
stopping him. "Abid, have you ever seen a bitch walk on two legs?" Despairing, I
immediately understood what Rajesh meant. But Abid stood there open mouthed. I
dropped on my knees, and went down on all fours.
Rajesh laughed. "See Abid, my bitch seems to have more brains than you!" To
me he said, "That's good, cunthole, if you cooperate like that you will find
things not too bad. To show you I am a fair man, for this gesture, I will roll
back a few of the penalty points you have earned. Just a few, mind you." Then he
said to Abid, "Throw this blue cape over her back. We will take it off only
after I have presented their toy to my honored employees."
Abid complied. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Rajesh used the
remote control to open it. Ramu stood there with two women dressed very
raunchily, and who were obviously prostitutes. Ramu pushed them in, turned away
closing the door behind him. Rajesh beckoned the girls to him, and put an arm
around them, welcoming them. He told them I was his whorebitch, and I was being
given to his men for their pleasure. They laughed and looked curiously at me. I
was utterly humiliated to be stared at by whores. I little realised that I was
soon to be one myself. Rajesh told Abid to lead me out. He told the women to
wait for him, and he followed us. I must have looked a sight, crawling out,
following the man with the leash attached to my throat. He gave it a tug, just
to discomfit me. He opened the door, and we went out to encounter my shame,
rape, humiliation and torture.
