Part II
Humiliated, Raped and Punished
My eyes riveted to the ground, I crawled after Abid as quickly as I could,
knowing I looked ridiculous, and feeling shame and despair as I had never felt
in my life. Thus far my nakedness was covered by the blue cape, but I knew it
would not be for long. Abid kept tugging at my leash, guiding me right into the
middle of the group of men in the fron room. From the corner of my eye I could
see the footwear of several men, and they seemed to surround me completely.
Tears were pouring down my cheeks.
There was dead silence in the room full of men. And then I heard some of
them greeting Rajesh. Their boss greeted them back, then asked for silence. When
he spoke, I was filled with terror over my predicament. But whatever it was, I
had to go through it, for my Saifia's sake. She was the apple of my eye, and I
would do anything to protect her. I had to find the strength to somehow go
through this night of humiliation and pain.
"Friends, I had promised you a special treat for your excellent performance
in making my company such a successful one. I know I have already rewarded you
monetarily, but now I am giving you a night of entertainment, as you have never
witnessed. I am handing over to you my personal bitch to play with, enjoy, fuck,
suck, beat, and humiliate in any way you want. For the next few hours, she is
all yours. Treat her with absolutely no consideration. Rest assured she will
cooperate with you in any way you want. Please, show her no mercy. There are
just 3 rules: No broken bones, no permanent scarring of her body, and no hurting
her face, except for slapping her on her cheeks as much as you want. Any
temporary scarring must be such that the skin will be back to normal within 3 or
4 days. To ensure this, Ramu will be in charge completely. He has experience in
these matters, and will ensure my rules are observed. If anyone refuses to
follow his instructions, they will be answerable to me. But, for now, go ahead,
enjoy. I want my slut bitch's life to be made a complete misery, and her body to
be a mass of pain by the end of the night." Saying that, he whipped off the
cape, and gave me a kick in the bottom, sending me sprawling. The crowded room
was full of cheers and laughter. Laughter at my expense. They were ridiculing
me, Ipshita Khan, owner of a successful shop business, well educated. middle
class and respected in my locality.
Abid didn't give me a chance to lie on the floor but immediately tugged at
the leash, hurting my neck. I quickly got on to my hands and knees. The men
murmured their approving comments about my body. I of course was mortified. I am
a very shy person, and the absolute antithesis of an exhibitionist. Of course I
am proud of the shape I've kept myself in, but would only display it to my
lover, not the public. And here I was, exposed before at least 15 pairs of
lascivious male eyes. I just wished the floor would swallow me up.
"First", said Ramu, lets have some fun cleaning up the bitches shithole; we
don't want our tools and fingers getting her shit all over them, do we?" His
rhetorical question was greeted with hoots of laughter, and cheering. As for me,
I could only guess the humiliation to be soon conferred on me. I was roughly
hoisted on to a low table, about two feet off the floor, and had to resume my
position on all fours. A normal height table was placed near my head. I was
pushed up, and ordered to rest my head and shoulders on it. Then I had to put my
hands behind, and spread my ass cheeks wide. After they had all had a good long
look at my now totally exposed nether regions, and after a lot of comments had
been made, and a lot of tears from my eyes rolling down, I felt a thick nozzle
being shoved into my anus. I shrieked, but that only resulted in them laughing
heartily. I felt warm soapy water cascading into my ass hole, and into my
stomach. They didn't stop until my stomach felt it would burst. Pain engulfed my
abdomen. Ramu shouted, don't stop till I tell you. At least 4 quarts should go
in.
When they finally stopped, I looked like a pregnant duck. Quickly Ramu
removed the nozzle, and shoved what I was later to know was a thick butt plug up
my ass. Even if I wanted to let go, the soapy solution was trapped inside me,
churning around in my lower body. I begged to be allowed to go to the loo.
Instead Ramu told me that I could get up, and walk around to each and every
guest, kiss them on their mouths, and accept their tongues inside mine if the so
wished. I was to welcome them and tell them I was their bitch to do with as they
pleased. Only after I completed this chore would I be allowed to relieve myself.
What choice did I have? Asshole burning, stomach churning, barely able to
waddle from one to the other, I humiliated myself over and over, till I went to
the last one, Ramu. He grinned after I tongued him well and truly, and indicated
a chamber pot with a huge bucket under it. "Well, sit on that and remove the
plug from your ass, bitch." I blanched. "In front of everybody? You want me to
relieve myself here? Please, I beg you, not here!" But there was no sympathy
forthcoming, and eventually I had to do just that. As the dirty liquid and shit
excreted from my hole, howls of laughter rent the air. To what extent my
ex-lover was going to humiliate me?
The enema process was repeated to ensure my rectal tube was as clean as
could be, though with less water this time. Besides there was no waiting for
being relieved, but I was allowed to excrete right away, though again in full
view of the uproarious audience. Then a soft brush shaped like a bottle brush
was rammed into my anus and pushed around inside to clear up my ass hole of any
remaining shit. That it hurt like the dickens only added to their pleasure. And
finally I had to carry my own shit in the bucket to the toilet and dispose of
it, wash it, and the anal brush, all with the toilet door open.
"Okay", said Ramu, on to further fun. Abid, you know what to do. Cunthole,"
he addressed me, "back on the floor in you usual position." I quickly got on my
hands and knees.
Abid dragged me to a framework made of metal tubes. I noticed Rajesh
walking out into his private rooms. Ramu now took center stage. The men were
getting raucous, passing lewd comments, with some bending down to slap me on my
butt. Another bent down even further and squeezed my hanging tits. He ended
pinching my nipples. From that moment on, my boobs were not let alone by the
bastards for a moment. Every now and again someone or the other was pawing them,
squeezing them, pinching them. By the end of the "party" I would wish I had no
boobs, so horribly tortured and painful they would be.
But to continue, this framework consisted of 1 inch hollow metal tubes.
There were actually 3 frames. All were upside down u-shaped frames, anchored to
the floor. They were all the same height off the floor, about waist high. The
smaller of the three frames had about 4 feet between its two legs. Two other
frames were also sunk in the floor, extending from next to the legs of the first
frame and parallel to each other. These were about 6 feet long. Together with
the smaller u-shaped frame, they formed another U shaped framework, if viewed
aerially.
Ramu took off the leash from my collar, and pulled me up by my waist length
braid, making me stand upright. Then he pushed me against the smaller of the
frames, so that my belly was touching the upper bar. He then went into the
middle of the longer parallel bars, and attached cuffs to my wrists. Then he
ordered me to spread my legs, so that they were touching the legs of the bar at
its base. He told Abid to secure my ankles with nylon ropes to the legs of the
framework. I had turned purple with embarrassment at having to spread my legs,
exposing my cunt to all and sundry. The men passed mean and ugly remarks about
my private anatomy. But I was to be even more exposed. Ramu again caught me by
my almost waist length braid, and pulled my upper body down so that it was
parallel to the floor, perpendicular to my long legs, the short parallel bar
preventing me from keeling over. He made me stretch my arms full forward, then
strung nylon rope through rings in my wrist cuffs and fastened them to the bars
on either side. Leather straps also clasped my elbows to the side bars, ensuring
total immobility from me. He had pulled my body taut, so now I was spreadeagled,
and suspended by my wrists. I couldn't move anything except my head. That too
was short-lived as well. Ramu took my thick braid, and pushed it under my silver
waist chain, then pulled it up and back towards my head, and attached it back on
the upper part of my braid with a strong nylon rope. The waist chain jammed onto
my ribcage, firming it up. So my head was up and I was looking straight ahead. I
could move my head very minimally, and I was definitely going to get a pain in
the neck sooner or later, but who cared. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see
the leering faces around me. Ramu sat on his haunches, and put his face close to
mine and barked, "Shithead, you will keep your eyes open at all times,
understand?" I tearfully answered yes. I had to, I couldn't nod my head.
The men started examining my body minutely, freely roaming their hands all
over, but especially on the "interesting" parts. They spread my ass cheeks
squeezing them as they admired my two holes, so open and inviting. They shoved
their fingers in both, wiggling them around. I know my pussy is plumper than
most, and they enjoyed pulling and pinching my outer and inner labial lips,
commenting on them, hurting both my skin as well as my feelings. They were of
course most amused when my clit betrayed me, and involuntarily became hard, and
large at the stimulation. That really sent my ears turning hot and bright
crimson. I never felt I could be so humiliated. I never thought that my body
could respond to unwanted stimulation. All I could do is weep, tears flowing
like rivulets down my cheeks. I also know my clit when aroused is unusually big,
resembling a large sized peanut, and it juts out of it hood. It is extremely
sensitive. This caused them to pass the most crude remarks, and telling me that
it only confirmed that I was nothing but a whore.
Through the examination of my body, of course, the manhandling of my
breasts continued. But they also stroked my stomach, my flanks, back, every nook
and cranny they could reach. The pinching was continuous. I was already in
unbearable misery. I was soon to find out, that it was a luxury compared to what
was to come.
All the while, there was one of the men taking photographs of me in my
utter humiliation. From every possible angle, he took picture after picture,
including my face. He even asked me to smile, the bastard. He complained to Ramu
that the tears would not go with a smile. So Ramu wiped my tears, and whispered
in my ears "Smile, Ipshita bitch. Remember Saifia and smile." So I smiled a
false smile for the camera, a woman with no choice but to be used by them as
they wished.
Ramu let them enjoy their examination for several minutes, then I heard a
voice on the public address system saying "Stop fooling around guys, she's all
yours, attack! Fuck her holes like they've never been fucked before!" It was the
voice of my ex-lover.
They didn't need any further cajoling. They came at me like a pack of
wolves. One bastard took his place at my buttocks, and without further ado,
rammed his swollen cock into my cunt, which was wet with the stimulation of
their fingers. I screamed as his huge tool split my pussy open. At the same
time, another idiot came in front of me, his penis dangling like a hose in front
of my face. Ordering me to open my fuck face (his exact words), he thrust his
burgeoning thing at my lips, which I hadn't opened. "If your teeth so much as
touch my cock, you'll be sorry!" he shouted. Quickly I opened my mouth as wide
as I could, afraid of the consequences. Others cheered and egged their
colleagues on, unmindful of the pain and discomfort I was in. Not that those not
using my holes left me alone. They were all over me, especially my poor tits,
which were pinched, squeezed, punched and slapped every single moment I was tied
to that framework of my despair. I was gagging, afraid that I would pass out
with the lack of air, but the man carried on fucking my face till he shot a load
of his come right down my throat. As he withdrew, Abid bent down to instruct me
that not a drop should fall out of my fucked up mouth. Again his words exactly.
I had hardly managed to swallow the bastard's foul stinky cum, when the next man
was ready and shoving another tool into my mouth. The exchange of men at my
other end also took place. I didn't know whether one was coming or going. Soon
my mouth, pussy and breasts were sore as hell, not to say the other parts of my
poor body were any better. My limbs were straining to break free, and I could
feel them getting numb. Even as they changed places in my cunt, they slapped my
backside. And all the while they made fun of me, called me humiliating names,
most of which were synonyms for whore, or that feminine part of my body which
was giving them so much pleasure, and me, so much pain. I lost track of time as
I became one mass of pain and humiliation. But in spite of all the pain, I have
to most ashamedly admit, I had more than a couple of orgasms. Fortunately in
their raucous excitement, they failed to notice it. They were drinking too, all
the time, and Ramu had to keep tabs to ensure that Rajesh's instructions were
followed, and that I was not subjected to abuse that would leave me permanently
damaged. Then, after what seemed like hours, but in fact was only one, I heard
the public address system going again. "Fuck her ass, guys, she hates being ass
fucked. Give it a good banging." It was true, though I had submitted to him on
occasion, I tried to avoid my rectum being violated. But now, one after another,
the bastards took his instructions to heart, and within minutes I was screaming
as my bum hole was raped by several men who literally tore into my narrow rectal
passage. It was burning like someone had set a match to it. I lost count of how
many tools stuck themselves into me. The mouth fucking and breast assault
continued unabated. What surprised me in the back of my consciousness was that
even though I figured all of them had raped me at least once, they still came
back rarin' to go, and with as big hard ons as before! Only later I came to know
that their boss had supplied all of them with a dose of Viagra to ensure I
suffered for as long as possible!
I was sure my ass must be bleeding, but worse was to follow. Again it was
the p.a. system " Hey guys, get innovative. Why not service both the bitches
holes at the same time. Surely you can find a way!" I was barely conscious. But
the moment he made the announcement , I got wide awake. God, please, why was he
doing this to me. Never in my wildest dreams had I though such a thing would be
done to me. Was this a dream. It wasn't!
Though I could not see what was being done at the time, a low, long bench
was placed under my spread legs, placed in line with the length of my body. At
the same time another low bench was placed below my big boobs, perpendicular to
the first bench. This bench protruded on both sides of my body. A man, I don't
know who, lay on the first bench, with his cock thrusting into my sore cunt.
Another straddled him, pressing against my ass, and socking his burgeoning
member into my poor asshole!. As both my holes were filled, the pain engulfing
me was numbing. Naturally, another took his place at my face, slapping my face
till I opened my mouth to accept his tool. As if this wasn't enough, two more
lay on the second bench, with their faces directly in line with my breasts. They
started sucking on my nipples. Or should I say chewing, or even maybe grinding
them with their teeth. My humiliation was as great as the pain I was suffering,
but at that moment, all I could think of was the pain! Even while biting on my
poor tortured nipples, they (or maybe some others) played with my fleshy tits,
pinching, slapping and scratching at them. The rest put their hands wherever
they could on my body, and egged the bastards who had possession of my holes on.
They cheered, whistled and called me all sorts of names. Slut, fuckpig,
shithead, whore... endless degrading and humiliating names. All the while, my
trussed up body limbs were getting sorer and sorer by the minute. With all the
activity, they were pressing down on my body, putting more pressure on my hands
and legs. And all the while, the voice of my ex-lover on the p.a. could be
heard.
They kept on exchanging places, and testing every hole, every part of my
harried body. One saving grace was that Ramu warned them to wash their tools
after fucking my ass so that no shit went into my mouth; even though I had been
given an enema, why risk it? Not out of concern for me, but because others would
also be putting their cocks in my mouth, and also maybe want to French kiss me.
Another agonizing hour passed, and I thought I would not last another five
minutes, when Ramu called a halt. They got into a huddle, and a lot of
whispering went on for a few minutes, giving me some breathing space. My mouth
was sticky with semen, and as much as I tried to swallow whatever cum was in my
mouth, some lingered, giving me a sick feeling. But even as I savoured a moments
peace, with my orifices empty for the first time in over two hours, I never
realized how much worse things were to get. My body, already aching with the
enforced bondage, and totally uncomfortable posture, was crying out for release.
I was begging them to release me, forgetting that I had to ask permission by
barking first. Ramu came and gave my cheek a tight smack, reprimanding me and
telling me that I was only adding to my penalties. "Besides, I have some news
for you." He grinned. "I don't think you'll like it.' The others started
gathering around me. They were sounding very excited, and some smacked my butt,
others played with my tits. Ramu asked them to back off. They did, calling me
all sorts of names, and grinning widely as the all made a semi circle around my
head, so I could see all 15 of them. Ramu silenced them and looked at me.
"We have taken a vote, and every one of us has said that your performance
has been unsatisfactory. You have not tried to please us enough. We have
reported this to the boss, and he will shortly announce how we are to be
compensated for your ineptitude. In other words" he said with a dirty grin on
his face, "How we are to punish you." Even if I was not completely immobilized,
I would not have been able to move an inch. I was paralysed. What performance
did they expect from me? I couldn't move a single part of my body. I was utterly
helpless to even twitch my muscles. Perhaps they wanted me to move my vaginal
muscles? Fearfully I looked for even one sympathetic face among my tormentors.
There were none. The p.a. crackled. In a chortling tone, Rajesh announced.
"I am glad you'll are doing a fine job on this whore. As for you, you
fucked up cunt of creation, here is your punishment! Each of the men here will
give you 10 strokes with a cane on your divine behind, and the back of your
thighs. You will remain in your current position till the punishment is
completed, and a further 15 minutes so that your posterior can be viewed and
appreciated. It is bound to be a pretty colourful sight after the caning. Ramu,
come and collect the canes!"
I was absolutely flabbergasted! I could not even begin to believe that I
would last 150 strokes on my bum. Knowing how cruel these men had already
treated me, I could imagine with what gusto and strength they would attack my
backside. I started wailing, which only made them laugh, and torment my body
with their pinches and slaps.
Ramu returned shortly, and exhibited the canes, for the benefit of my
tormentors, and obviously for me. I looked fearfully at the instruments that
were going to be flailing my tender bum very soon. He had two canes of exactly
the same dimensions. They were 3 feet long, slim, less than half an inch at the
tip, and an inch just above the hand grip. He demonstrated the suppleness and
strength of the cane by swinging them through the air. The swish was absolutely
terrifying to hear. I was even more terrified when he repeated the demo stroke
but brought it down on the cloth backing of a nearby chair. The whap made me
shudder. But the crowd around me cheered lustily. Ramu called two of the men
out, one of who was a left-hander. He gave both a cane each. He told the
lefthander to stand to my right, and vice versa. They had made arrangements so
that even the strokes should be evenly strong on both my soon-to-be-on-fire bum
cheeks. Even before they started, I was wailing. And when the first blow came
down, I was shocked into silence! The stunning pain took my breath away. Before
I knew it the second man had brought his cane down viciously. While one man
followed the other almost immediately, they took their time between their
individual strokes, allowing me to feel the full strength of each stroke,
letting the pain sink in before embarking on the next one. I heard faintly the
p.a. crackle. With a chuckle in his voice Rajesh was telling them to lift their
canes as high as they could, and to use all the force they could muster. "She
isn't a china doll, you know. She's strong, she can take it!" Which was true. I
am a strong woman, having worked out regularly, my body was in excellent shape.
Only too willingly they complied. I was barely able to breathe as the blows
rained down on my poor butt. I could imagine what my butt was turning out to
look like.
When the sixth pair were hitting me, I passed out. Apparently they pressed
smelling salts to my nose, and I came to. Ramu bent down in front of me. He told
me with a grin that since I had fainted, the first 6 strokes the pair had given
me were not counted, and they would have to start again from their first. I
pleaded that I would not faint again, but, they just ignored me, and in fact I
got a slap from Ramu for talking without barking for permission. So I had now to
make sure I did not faint again. I did so with the greatest difficulty, till
finally I had endured every man's turn. My butt to the back of my knees were in
hell, so hot and burning they were. Just when I thought it was over my ex-lover
came out. "I bet my sweet bitch, you forgot about me! And since you are my
slave, I get to use a longer, stronger cane! Like it?" he said, showing me a
meaner almost 5 foot long cane. I fainted just looking at it. I was brought back
to consciousness. "Your lucky I had not started my strokes, or I would have to
repeat them."
How I stood those final cruel 10 strokes, I really don't know. He lifted
the cane to its full height, and swung down with all his might. My bum seemed to
burst with every blow. With every ounce of my strength I kept myself conscious.
And, believe me, dear reader, at the end of the ten strokes, I was literally
proud of myself, that I had endured this pain, and kept myself from going under.
I had endured 160... no 172 evil strokes! Every one delivered with all the
ferocity that they could muster. Some had even bit into my asshole, causing
insufferable pain. These were the ones which had brought me to a faint, and also
the ones which I had to overcome to keep from fainting again. Fortunately, my
ex-lover, in his effort to add velocity to his strokes, never hit my anus. I
doubt I would be able to hold on to my consciousness if he had.
But now at the end of it, my head was spinning. The pain was something I
could not even begin to describe, dear reader. Still, at least at that stage, I
didn't know that things would be getting worse before this wicked, wicked
"party" ended for me.
They kept me strapped on to the frame for another 20 minutes or so, while
they examined my butt, played with it, slapped it, causing me to jump out of my
skin, if that was possible. They took the opportunity to keep on "playing" with
my boobies; my tits were their favourite as far as fondling me was concerned.
The benches under my tits were brought back so the could suckle on my sore
nipples. My ass hole, butt and back of my thighs were as much in pain as my
tits, if not more so.
"I think the bitch will require a little exercise to loosen up her limbs.
After so long in that position, she must be very stiff. See to it, Ramu". Saying
this, Rajesh went back to his private room.
So finally, after nearly three hours in that horrid and humiliating
position, I was released. I was so stiff, they had to help me straighten up. I
ached in every pore of my limbs. I couldn't move. Even when they forced me to my
doggie position, I was unable to move. So two of them grabbed me by my sore
tits, and another two by my aching thighs, and carried me to another framework,
in which I was positioned between two metal poles 4 feet apart, with a cross
pole at the top, about 8 feet from the floor. There were several such frameworks
around, which I believe under normal circumstances are used to hold the animals
while they were attended to by the workers. I myself felt like an animal,
nothing more, nothing less. The lifted my hands to shoulder height, and cuffed
them to rivets on the poles. Nothing else was secured. I was thanking heavens
for small mercies, but there had to be a reason to this sudden lack of bondage.
I was soon to come to know.
Ramu looked at me, and sharply ordered "Jump!" In a daze, I just stared at
him. "Slut! Whore! Rancid Cunt! Didn't you hear me? I said jump!" I still failed
to comprehend. Ramu swung his hand viciously across my face. "Didn't you hear
me, jump, or we whip you again! Jump for your life." Slowly it dawned on me.
They wanted me to put life back into my numb limbs by jumping up and down.
Another stinging slap, and I jumped! The way my wrists were cuffed to the bars
allowed me to grip them with my hands. I jumped again and again as if I was in a
skipping competition. The action made me look like an idiot, causing the
surrounding men to laugh derisively. I was beginning to tire after about ten
minutes of the exercise, but they wouldn't let me stop. My limbs were not only
alive, but along with my boobs were heating up. My tits were hurting with the
bouncing they were getting. Plus every now and again someone would slap them
around for good measure. Suddenly the command to jump stopped, and the ordered
me to stop. Ramu had gone somewhere and had now returned with two carpenters
vices in his hand. They were heavy steel instruments, and were identical in
shape and size. He approached me with a broad smile. "We are going to refine
this game a bit", he said.
Another man came running with something tiny in his hands. He handed them
over to Ramu. They were a few tiny, just about an eighth of an inch, pieces of
shattered animal bone, a by-product of the factory. Ramu thanked him.
He played with my nipples a bit, bringing them to erection. My erect
nipples can get enormous, and they let me down now, rising to a majestic 3/4
inch in length and almost half inch in breadth. Don't be surprised, they have
been known to get even larger. As for my aureoles, they are dark, almost black,
and cover a radius of about 2 inches all around my nipples. Ramu handed over the
other vice to Abid, who obviously knew what to do. They applied the vices to
each of my nipples simultaneously.
The clamps of the vices were circular, flat and about 3 inches in diameter.
They placed them around my nipples and started to tighten the screws of the
clamps. Just before they enclosed over my erect nips, they inserted some of the
bone shards between the clamps and my tender flesh. The fiends. As the clamps
tightened, the bone shards bit into the sides of my nips, causing me to shriek.
How much they enjoyed my pain! They imitated my cries, hooted with laughter, and
egged Ramu and Abid to keep on tightening the clamps. Which the bastards did
till the clamps were almost touching each other. This pain was a new kind. Both
dull, and sharp. The clamps covered my entire nipples, as well as much of my
aureole area. It was a blinding pain, and I could not even cry out. I slumped
against my wrist bindings. They asked some other men if they could tighten the
clamps any more. They all lent a hand, and the screws moved infinitesimally, but
that infinitesimal movement caused me a disproportionate additional pain. I
fainted.
They brought me back to consciousness. And now Ramu again shouted "Slut,
jump!. Jump you whore!" I had become a zombie when it came to their commands. I
was just following their instructions despite the obvious torture I was going to
inflict on myself by carrying them out. I jumped. And jumped again. Pain,
horrendous nipple torture! Jump. Aaaaaaarrrh! Ha hah ha ha ha ha, jump cunt of
creation! Jump shithead. God help me. What have I done to deserve this?
I must have fainted a couple of times. They brought me back, and
mercilessly made me jump again. In between I vaguely recall my ex-lover coming
out, and telling them that they were treating me too softly. He had some weights
tied to the clamps, and I was forced to jump again. My nipples felt like they
were not there at all, only a burning mass of numb flesh. My firm boobs were
being dragged down most painfully, the vices resting near my navel, and the
weights near my thick, neatly trimmed, bush. I was exhausted, sweat pouring out
of every pore of my body, into my eyes mixing with the salt of my tears. Sweat
and tears dribbled into my mouth, and mixed with the sticky cum which would not
go away from my tongue and my mouth. I feebly jumped perhaps 3 or 4 inches at
the next order.
Then suddenly the orders to jump stopped. The clamps were examined and
pulled about by Rajesh, causing me even greater torment. But the worse torture
came when they released the vices from my tits, and the blood rushed back to the
starved cells. I looked down at my nipples. They were absolutely flat, and
black. They undid my wrist cuffs, and made me to lie down on a narrow bench, but
placed my legs on either side, my feet resting on the floor. So my ass hole and
pussy were completely open to their gaze, and for them to touch and feel if they
so wanted. But it appeared that they were giving me a break, since no one came
very close, except Rajesh. My nipples which had stretched to and inch and a
half, slowly began to retract painfully. Rajesh massaged them, flicked them,
played with them, till, horror of horrors, they began filling up, hardening, and
aroused. "Slut" he said, "You really are a fucking slut, bitch!" I whimpered.
Rajesh spoke to me in a loud, bantering tone, but I detected an undertone
of steely command. For a change he addressed me by my name, which surprised me.
"Well, Ipshita, my little whore, I think you have earned a little rest. You will
get that, about 15 minutes of it, before we resume playing with you. But before
that I have to tell you something about how we are going to conduct our new
relationship. I have also to inform the others around their limitations as to
how they can treat you. So listen carefully, all of you." He ordered me to place
my hands with fingers entwined, behind my head, and rest my head on them. He
made me adjust my legs wider apart, by tapping the cane he was holding on the
insides of my thigh. In spite of having spent the last few hours stark naked in
front of these assholes, it did not prevent me from blushing with embarrassment.
Rajesh noticed this and laughed, passing the tip of his cane through my entire
slit, over my stomach, between my breasts, stopping only when it reached my
mouth. He then addressed the guests.
"Gather around me. This creature you see here, belongs to me. She is my
slave, my property. Isn't it, Ipshita?" Miserably, helplessly I nodded my head.
The men were absolutely silent. Rajesh dug the tip of the cane into my right
breast, right on my tortured nipple. "This", he said, "And this", he dug it into
my left nipple and breast, causing me to wince, "is mine". Then he placed the
cane on my head, and tapped my cheeks gently with it. "These are mine", he
repeated. He carried on all over my body repeating the same words. Finally he
came to my pussy. He addressed me "Take your hands out from behind you, bitch,
and spread your cunt lips as wide as you can" he ordered me. "Spread them till
it hurts!". Degraded to the core, I did as he said. He was not satisfied with my
action, and barked out "If you know what's good for you, you will stretch out
your pussy lips till you cant bear it!" I did the best I could. He grunted in
grudging acceptance.
He continued. "Now this is my absolute property, in the sense that no one
else can use any instrument to punish it except me, or with my specific oral
approval when I am present. Or my written approval in my absence. As my guests,
you can fuck all her holes as much as you want to. That includes her cunt hole,
and asshole. You can play with it as roughly as you want with your bare hands,
causing as much pain and discomfort as you can. But you are not allowed to whip
it with any instrument like a cane, or strap, or whip, or for that matter any
other kind of instrument of torture. That is my personal prerogative. I may, on
occasion give you'll the pleasure of punishing this wonderfully delicate and
sensitive part of my slave, like today. Being in a generous frame of mind, I
will let each of you have 1 stroke on this cunt, and I myself will give it 5
strokes. This will be with a strap, not this cane. That we will leave for some
future date, because today I am feeling a bit merciful, too. Besides, we will
also have to cane her boobies, four for each of you, and ten for me! Ipshita, my
cunt, will that satisfy you?"
I was trembling. He was looking to kill me! How could I bear this? He
pushed the cane in between my cunt lips, rubbing it on my clit. The stupid thing
began its rise. "See, the fucked up whore is excited! You really are a whore,
Ipshita, don't think I did not see you have several orgasms during the time you
were being serviced by these good men." I closed my eyes in mortification, but
was ordered to open them. "Okay, shithead, you have 15 minutes to rest, 15
minutes to think about the next round of fun. You may go to my room and rest on
the sofa."
I painfully got off the bench, and slowly got on to my knees and palms,
ready to crawl. But Rajesh gave me a light rap on my butt with the cane, causing
me to cry out, and told me I could walk. It was my rest time, so I need not act
like the bitch I actually was. Gratefully I stood up, barely, and made my
painful way to his room. I had to walk through the crowd of males to get there,
and listen to their rude comments, though no one touched me. I finally reached
the haven of the private room and collapsed onto the sofa. As my butt hit the
soft leather, it felt like barbed wire was being rubbed on it. But I was so
exhausted, I ignored the pain. Fifteen minutes? I needed at least a day to
recover. And after the 15 minutes were up, what I had in store was even worse
than what I had so far endured! I started weeping at the realization that my
ordeal was going to worsen soon! I then noticed that the room was not empty. Two
women, one wearing only a thong panty, and one wearing only a brief, see through
bra, were sitting next to each other on the bed. They wore gaudy makeup, and
were obviously whores. Then I recalled the two girls who had come in just before
Abid had led me out to my ordeal.
They got up and came towards me. They were looking at me with pity in their
eyes. As they approached, they looked quite incongruous, one topless, one
bottomless. But from their demeanor and good looks, they were high class
prostitutes.
They spoke to each other in a quiet tone. "Wow, she must be really
hurting!" said topless. Bottomless replied, "Its been some time now since I have
been treated like this. I've had it worse, though."
I opened my eyes. Looked at them. I just wanted to rest. They asked me if I
would like a glass of water, or perhaps a soft drink. What I needed was a good
shot of rum, my favourite drink! Quickly topless went to the desk, and brought
me a stiff one. I gulped it down. It burned my throat, but I finished it
quickly, and asked for another small shot. This they gave me, and I felt at
least somewhat better. If I got drunk, what the heck. The way they were
tormenting me, at least I would not feel some of it. Gratefully, I thanked them.
At least some kind people were around. I told them I hope they wouldn't get into
trouble for helping me. They just laughed. Bottomless said "If we were to be
beaten and humiliated, we would be told about it. The madam gets paid much more
and tells us what to expect, and how far the customer could go. As long as she
gets paid the right amount, the sky is the limit. Once I was incapacitated for a
couple of weeks, but Madame did not mind because the amount she was paid made up
for almost two months earnings I would make with the usual service. Not that I
got much out of it. Which house are you from?"
Well they obviously thought I was a prostitute from another brothel! Well,
I guess I couldn't blame them.
Not wanting to answer the question, I asked "Have you been whipped on
your... in between your legs?" She laughed. "Naturally, and on my breasts as
well." I said, "They are going to beat me there later on. Does it hurt more than
the butt?"
She looked at me with real honest to goodness pity in her eyes. "Jeez, my
girl. Is this your first time? Well, let me tell you, the butt caning you have
received is like a picnic compared to a breast caning. And the difference
between a pussy swatting and butt whipping is like the difference between heaven
and hell! Honey, you need another drink. But do tell me who is your madam, who
has allowed such a horrendous treatment to be meted out to you? Usually, it is
one or the other which is administered. Who is this bloody witch?"
I was again at a loss to reply, when Abid came in to tell me I had just 5
minutes more of rest time, and then it would be back for some fun. He ogled the
two girls, then told them to stay away from me. They hurriedly went back to the
bed, and I tried to relax for the few spare minutes I had. At least the rum made
me feel slightly human again. Incredibly I fell asleep, and only awoke when Ramu
was shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, time's out!" I muttered
unintelligibly, rubbed my eyes, and looked at the wall clock. Surprisingly, they
had actually allowed me to sleep an additional 15 minutes. I looked around. The
whores were nowhere in sight. Ramu ordered me to have a quick shower in the
bathroom where he accompanied me. He grinned, saying they wanted a fresh looking
bitch to play with. I was grateful for this small mercy, though every pore of my
skin burned when the water hit my body. He gave me just a couple of minutes in
the shower. When I had finished, he told me to take my bitch position again.
Reluctantly, my whole body aching, I got down on my knees, then my hands. He
picked up my leash and pulled at it, leading me out again to a huge cheer from
the assembled guests. Rajesh was in the center, each of his arms around the two
prostitutes, both attired now in extremely short skirts, and equally brief
halter tops. He said "I thought it would be nice for a couple of your own gender
to witness and participate in our games. Don't you think that's going to be fun,
cunthole?" He didn't wait for a reply, but told Ramu to take me up to the
framework with the tall poles.
