Part III
Humiliated, Raped and Punished some more.
Rajesh again addressed me. "Let me tell you, that Rima and Renu will also
be eligible for as many strokes as the rest of my guests. I believe in gender
equality...heh heh! But because they are not as strong as the men, they will get
double the quota as that of the others. That is, 2 for each of them on your
juicy pussy, and 8 on your bountiful breasts. And by the way, if you manage to
pass out during this exercise, the strokes of the person who is punishing you at
the time will start again from stroke number one. Understood? So I suggest you
try to stay conscious, don't you think?"
Miserably I nodded my head. Though I could see that the women were looking
at me with pity, it somehow made it worse that females were going to witness,
and participate in my humiliation and pain. My humiliation just seemed to get
worse and worse. Forget my torture. I calculated swiftly. I was to receive 24
strokes on my ravaged cunt, and 86 on my sore tits! How could I get by without
fainting? I was literally praying to God to save me now. I, who hadn't prayed
since my loving husband had been killed in an accident!
They made me lie on the ground, and attached nylon ropes over the cuffs of
my ankles and wrists. They then strung me up on the poles legs up, and head
down. Soon I was spread eagled on the poles upside down, with my legs spread
cruelly wide, my inside thigh muscles stretched to the maximum extent. My wrist
ropes were attached to the bottom of the pole, with just a little freedom of
movement. But my legs were taut. My cunt was wide open, just about head high,
while my breast dangled around waist height. Another pole was taken, and pressed
between my back and the upright poles, parallel to the ground. This made my tits
stick out, ready to be whipped, and also effectively now tautened my wrist
binding. I was trussed up without chance of any movement! The lewd comments were
non stop. Someone came and smelled my pussy. Oh lord, what a smelly cunt the
bitch has, he shouted. Everyone laughed. Rajesh said "That didn't stop you from
eating it, did it?" This time at least, the laughter was not directed at me.
Then they started.
I don't know how I went through the next half hour. As the first stroke hit
my wide open cunt, my brain seemed to burst. The the pain enveloped me from hip
to head!. Unbelievable, gut wrenching pain. I would have screamed, but my voice
was caught in my breath which seemed to have deserted me. The next two strokes
on my tender, sore, maltreated breasts had already been delivered, before my
voice came out. Not in a scream, but in a whimper. It was only after several
rounds of strokes on both, my genitals, and my mammary glands had been
delivered, that I really found full vent to my tortured throat. I screamed, and
they cheered.
They were whacking my pussy once for every three or 4 on my tits. I lost
count. And they were using every ounce of strength they could muster. Rajesh was
apparently saving his turn for last. But he used up his quota on my tits in one
vicious go. It hurt more than any one else's whacks. The man I loved, was
putting me through this inhuman indignity, pain and torture! Possibly because of
hanging upside down, I only passed out once. Unfortunately it was when Rajesh
was delivering his 3rd blow on my pussy. So when I was brought back to
consciousness, I had to suffer his 3 pussy strokes again. Mercifully I managed
to get by. He then judged that the girls had not hit me hard enough; so he told
Abid to do it afresh for them. So I ended up with much more than I had been
originally supposed to receive. Later Rima and Renu told me that I had undergone
at least 15 or 20 strokes more than I was supposed to receive. Some of the men
had requested Rajesh to let them have a second go at my gory looking pussy, and
he had generously consented! When they finally stopped, my face was completely
doused with my tears, sweat, saliva, and some blood. From where I don't know,
but apparently I had cut my lips in spite of the gag they had placed in my
mouth. In a blur of pain I heard Rajesh reprimanding Ramu for allowing that to
happen.
They kept me strung up for a further quarter hour, while they milled
around, examining my swollen, bloody looking cunt area, and the ugly many
coloured welts all over my body, but most prominently on my boobs. They squeezed
my body wherever they thought it would hurt me most, and guffawed at my
hysterical pleas for mercy, spoken in a now gutteral voice, which I couldn't
recognize as my own. Finally, at a signal from Rajesh, Ramu cut me down. I
collapsed on the floor. I was nothing but a large piece of meat, writhing in
pain, misery and humiliation. I wondered if my ordeal would ever come to an end.
But I wasn't allowed to wallow in my misery for long. This time Abid, who
seemed to have made it his duty to wield my dog-leash, picked it up and ordered
me to take my doggie position. As quickly as I could, I painfully got on my
knees and palms. Someone slapped my butt for no rhyme or reason. Could I
protest? Abid then led me to where Rajesh was standing. He looked at me with a
sweet smile. "Enjoying yourself, my....wife?" He said sarcastically. He gestured
for Abid to move away. When we were alone, he said. " My very own slut-slave,
that's what you are now. Two things remain to be done, and then Ipshita, you are
through. For tonight, that is. First, you will crawl up to each and every guest
of mine over here, kiss his feet, then kiss his dick, whether exposed or in his
trousers, its up to them, beg him to forgive you for taking up so much of his
time, wasting his time in chastising you, and welcome him to do the same thing
all over again whenever he pleases. Got it? Repeat all the points to me now."
Hesitantly I repeated whatever he had told me. Instead of they apologizing to me
for torturing me, here I was apologizing to them! Naked as the day I was born,
on my hands and knees, kissing their feet and their filthy pricks! Of course, I
had little choice. He made me repeat the litany 4 times, before he was
satisfied. Then he said. "After that you will come to my room, where I will
first show you some interesting photographs of today's party, and thereafter
tell you what our future plans together are. Wont that be exciting? When I
didn't reply, he gave me a tight rap. I nodded miserably.
And so started another protracted period of further utter indignities and
degradation, such degradation as I had not been subjected to as yet. In making
my apologizing round of the honoured "guests", there wasn't much pain inflicted
on me, apart from what was already racking my body from the abuse it had
suffered during the long night, and a few hard slaps when they though I was not
obeying instructions precisely. But the abject humiliation of having to
apologise and invite them to future episodes of my rape and torture! And then...
but let me tell it properly.
I crawled up to the 1st man. I kissed his feet, then as instructed, I got
on my knees, and kissed his tool which was bulging in his trousers. Then I
repeated the words I had been ordered to say. I waited for his forgiveness.
Which came, along with a slap on my tits. The second man slapped me across the
face. My cheeks were in as much pain as my breasts, butt and pussy. The third
man pulled out his burgeoning tool from his trousers baring it for me to kiss.
When I kissed the naked tool, he slapped me and said "Fucking whore, don't you
know it wants the nice wet warm shithole that your mouth is?" I quickly took the
member in my tired raw mouth. I started sucking, and the man started thrusting
his tool in and out. My mouth was sick with semen stuck between my teeth, under
my tongue, on the sides too. I had not been able to rinse well because of the
soreness. Now, luckily Ramu stopped me, and pulled the man away. He told him the
time for that was over. Ramu then told me, the next man who wants you to take
his tool in your mouth, just take it for a few moments only.
The fourth guy wasn't very demanding, just asking me to wrap my mouth round
his tool. He didn't even slap my face or tits. Then came my most degrading
moment of the night. The fifth man, or depraved bastard should I call him, first
asked me to suck his cock, then stepped back and told me to hold my face
absolutely still. Then he pissed over my face! A stream of nauseous yellow urine
hit me in my face, my eyes, and rolled down my chin onto my tits! Naturally I
moved my face away to avoid the stream of foul liquid. He stopped pissing and
Ramu came over, and whacked me on my butt, causing me to squeal like a stuck pig
. "Bitch, if you try to avoid anything inflicted on you, you will be whipped
again on your cunt! Now stay still, and don't try to dodge anything." What
further indignity was I going to suffer?! The acidic urine made my wounds smart
as it washed over them. Mixed with the urine were my tears. But even worse was
to come. The next man repeated the humiliation. But the 7th fucking prick
ordered me to keep my mouth open. As much as I begged, he was adamant, and all
the men cheered him on. Ramu shouted at me not to waste time and do as I was
ordered. I opened my mouth wider and wider as the men shouted for me to do so.
The stream of yellow splashed on my lips, and much of it went inside my mouth.
Though he didn't aim all at my mouth, a great deal went in. How I did not retch,
I'll never know. Nausea hit my stomach, both with the sick taste of the piss,
and with the utter degradation I was being subjected to. After that every man
insisted in my mouth being kept open. And I was ordered that whatever went into
my mouth had to be swallowed! Well, that was happening in any case, since if I
didn't swallow, I would gag! Luckily their aim was not all that good, and most
of the foul liquid went on my face and splashed down on my body. Otherwise I
would surely have to bring up. My stomach was as it is feeling puffed up
enormously with the amount of piss I had to swallow.
But finally, all the men had finished with me. Rajesh spoke over the p.a.
system, telling Ramu to hose me out before taking me into his room. They prodded
me over to a room where the animals were washed after being slaughtered. It
smelled of meat, but the smell of my urine coated body must have been infinitely
worse. It was a very pleasant experience to be washed down, inspite of the
conditions, and despite the burning sensation all over my body owing to the
bruising all over. The water was cool, and they trained it all over, including
my hair, which they allowed me to let loose. I could see both Ramu's and Abid's
admiring glances at my hair, which is jet black, amazingly thick, and falling
down to way below my bum. They threw a bar of carbolic soap to me, and, harsh as
it was, I used it, so badly did I need to clean myself. I was burning all over
when they handed me a towel, and surprise, surprise, a bottle of perfume. "Your
master should not be assailed with the stink emanating from your whorish body."
I was told.
Finally they led me out, and back through the jeering men with their
loutish comments, and a couple took a chance to slap my butt. But Ramu would
have none of it. He told them everything was over and they could finish their
drinks and go home. I walked,or rather limped into Rajesh's den. He was alone,
sipping a drink, and smoking a cigarette. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It
was 5 in the morning. God, I had been in this ordeal for over 7 hours! I hoped
and prayed it was over. Not quite. My ex-lover had a small lecture for me. Let
me give you the gist of what he said.
I was to realize, that I was his slave. I would have to obey every command
of his, whatever it may be, without question, without delay, and without
thinking if it was or was not good for me, or if it was going to cause me pain.
My pain was going to be a source of his and his selected friends' pleasure.
Probably the main source. I was to make myself available to him whenever he
desired. He was, he claimed, a reasonable man, and knew I had a family, so he
was allowing me to live in my own home, at least for the time being. But I would
be under strict surveillance. Any move to try and escape would be disastrous for
me, and my family. He said he didn't want to hurt Saifia, she was so sweet and
young and growing up to be such a beauty. Besides, he handed me a bundle of
photographs, and glancing at the first I saw that they had just been clicked
during this ordeal I was still going through. It was a picture of me, my face
showing clearly, and naked as the day as I was born, my breasts fully exposed,
and my fat mound of venus with its thick bush clearly visible. Another was a
beaver shot of my cunt, with my own fingers pulling my pussy lips wide open. He
told me to take them home and go through them carefully. If I showed any signs
of resistance, these photographs would find their way all over town. I was being
blackmailed. When I showed signs of not wanting to take them, he said sternly
that when he told me do anything, it was not a request, but a command, and the
sooner I learned this, the better it was for me. Furthermore, I was to
understand, that I had to always give him and his friends full and complete
access to any part of my body, whether it was at a party like this, or a smaller
fucking session at my house or elsewhere. He repeated, FULL, ABSOLUTE ACCESS TO
EVERY SQUARE MILLIMETER OF MY BODY which actually belonged to him. I weakly
nodded my acceptance of my situation. I would be required to attend his weekend
parties, where like today, I would be the centre of attraction. But, being a
reasonable man (he used this phrase repeatedly) he would allow me 1 weekend a
month off, to enjoy myself with my family. He would choose which weekend I would
have off. But this was not a right, just a concession on his part, and could be
withdrawn at his whim. Besides these weekend binges, I could be called upon at
any time to service either him, or any of his nominees. He would devise a way in
which I would know what kind of service I was to provide to his nominees. Some
would be allowed only a fuck, others would be allowed to "play" with me. This
was an euphemism for torture, I supposed. I was weeping, tears swelling in my
eyes, and rolling down my cheeks. He asked me why I was crying? I had wanted to
be his wife, he was offering me an even closer relationship, a more exciting
one! He repeated that the whipping of my cunt was his, and his prerogative only,
and only written and signed notes from him would allow any one else to indulge
in this form of "play". He told me, this being my first episode, he was allowing
me to go home to sleep on it, and mull it over. But he would be coming over to
my house the next evening, either alone, or with some friends, and I should be
prepared with a nice hot meal. However, usually the weekends would extend from
Saturday evenings to Sunday nights, with some rest here and there. He was, after
all, a reasonable man! Usually, playing with my body would only be allowed on
weekends, unless some special reason required otherwise. How I managed to
entertain his guests at my home with my children around, was something he would
discuss with me when he came over for dinner. He asked me if I understood all
this. I nodded brokenly.
Well, he said, Ramu and Abid will now take you home in the riksha. I have
told them they can have fun with you on the way home, as long as they don't whip
or cane you, and take you straight home without any deviation, or stops bar one.
Oh, there is a little toy which I am going to give you to remember me by while I
am not by your side.
He gestured to Ramu who handed him a bag from which he took out a
cylindrical object. He tenderly fondled it, then held it up for me to see. Then
he told me to hold it, get a good feel of it. Obediently I took it from him. I
had never seen a dildo before, but that's what it was I later found out.
However, as soon as I held it in my hand I noticed it looked like a man's penis.
A huge penis I must add. It even had a head like any man's tool, with the shapes
and serration. It was at least 10 inches long and almost 2 inches thick. One end
had the head, and the other had some buttons and looked like an electronic
wristwatch. All over the surface of the shaft were tiny circles about 1/8 inch
in diameter. Fearfully I held it as if it were a bomb. Rajesh ordered me to kiss
it's head. What else could I do but obey. Then he told me to put the head into
my mouth and push it in as far as I could. This done he ordered me to suck on
it. Utterly humiliated and trying not to look at the sniggering Abid and Ramu, I
sucked. Rajesh wanted me to suck as noisily as I could. I complied, even as the
3 men guffawed. When he finally told me to pull it out, I had no tears left. He
took back the dildo, and fiddled with the buttons at the base. Slowly, from the
tiny circles all over the surface of the artificial prick, little spikes
emerged. They were blunt at their tips, and about half an inch in length. One
even emerged from the head of the dildo! Rajesh said, isn't that wonderful? I
can set the spikes to emerge from inside your toy at whatever time I want. He
then told me that when we (Ramu, Abid and I) reached my home, they would insert
the dildo inside my cunt. The entire 10 inches of its length. The dildo was
timed for the spikes to emerge 7 hours after it was inserted inside me, so that
around 1 pm, I would wake up with the spikes biting into my cunt wall! Rajesh
asked if I didn't think that it was a wonderful alarm clock? To myself I
thought, how am I going to fall asleep with the way my body is racked with pain,
plus having that monster inside me? But as if he guessed what I was thinking,
Rajesh told me that, being a kind and generous man, he was giving me a couple of
pills, which would give me immediate, and sound sleep for at least those seven
hours. And I would wake up fresh to cook his dinner with that lovely alarm clock
inside of me!
He then examined my scarred, bruised body closely. Smiling, he asked me if
I was in pain. When I just looked daggers at him, he laughed uproariously, and
said, this was just the beginning. I would get used to it... I better get used
to it, as my threshold of pain would have to go up. He had a lot of plans for
me. I shivered, and my tears welled back. He took my boobs and squeezed with
both his hands, twisting them in opposite directions. I screamed, and
automatically, my hands, which were now free, went up to push his away, the pain
being unbearable. He left my left tit, and slapped me. Hard. He told me that I
should know once and for all, that he had told me my body was to be accessible
to any man to do with how they liked, regardless of the pain to me, and I should
never, ever try to defend myself, or ease the pain. He would not repeat this
again, and the next time I disobeyed, a severe punishment would be enforced. A
severe punishment to be meted out in my own time, that is not during the weekend
fun a frolic. I quickly put my hand down, and groveled at his feet, begging
forgiveness. I was a complete slave. He was mollified.
Saying bye, he even kissed me gently on the lips and patted my bum quite
affectionately, though even that caused me to wince. They handed me my kaftaan
only, not my panties. Rajesh reminded me to be "good" to Ramu and Abid, who were
to be my designated minders. We walked out to the waiting autoriksha. Even the
feel of the soft kaftaan against my bruised and battered skin was painful. My
limbs were so tortured that I had difficulty in walking. They had been tied up
in such awkward positions and for such protracted lengths of time that they were
almost immobile with pain. The less I thought about my butt, tits and cunt, the
better. I thought to myself, I had always thought about my sexual organ as a
vagina, or at the most, a slang "pussy". I had come so far down the path of
subjugation in these last few hours, that I was thinking of it as a cunt, a word
that I had never used, maybe even despised. The other men had almost all gone. A
few disparaging remarks about how much better I looked naked came from the
stragglers. I stepped first into the ricksha, knowing full well that I had to be
in the middle, with them on either side. I'm afraid, my ordeal was still not
quite over.
As expected the two men got in on either side of me. Ramu asked the driver
to wait a moment. The driver was looking back at what was going on, staring at
me. I realized that he had not been inside with my other tormentors. Without
much ado, Ramu ordered me to raise the skirt of my kaftaan right upto my waist,
and tuck it in there, exposing the entire length of my body below my waist. I
protested, begging them to not make me expose myself in public. The result was
that both men grabbed one of my tits each, and subjected them to twisting and
pinching, which brought tears and cries of pain from me. Ramu said. "You really
are a brainless whore, aren't you. How many times has Boss told you to obey
without question, and without delay?" Abid did no talking. He just pulled the
zip on the front of the kaftaan down. It ran all the way down to my waist. Then
he and Ramu pulled the top apart, and pushed the cloth around my tortured boobs,
exposing my breast completely. The ricksha driver whistled when he saw my multi
coloured tits. "Wow", he muttered. "You'll really gave her some treatment! Wish
Boss had called me in too!" Ramu said shortly "You'll get your turn sometime.
She's not going anywhere. Now bitch, do as you are told." Quickly I pulled up
the kaftaan and tucked it in at the waist. For all practical purposes I was
naked in a ricksha, about to ride home through the town. The only consolation
was that at this time of pre-dawn, not many people would be about. Besides our
roads were not too brightly lit.
Then Abid ordered me to raise both my hands, and hold on to the straps
passenger straps hanging from the sides of the vehicles roof. I obeyed as fast
as I could. He then instructed me to spread my legs wide, and when I complied,
he hooked my ankles into a convenient bar on either side of the ricksha.
Grinning, Abid said, "Now, you will hold that position all the way home, and not
move your hands or legs from their position, come what may. If you do, you will
be in for some serious trouble, both with us, as well as Rajesh Saab. I nodded.
They told the driver to start, but to drive very slowly. They wanted as much fun
time with Ipshita Mem Saab as possible. The respectful "Mem Saab" was used very
sardonically. We took off.
Through the journey home, they fingered, pinched bit, clawed, slapped,
punched, poked, inserted, chewed, gnawed my aching, sore, tortured body with a
vengeance. As if what I had been subjected to was not enough, they made what
was already unbearable, inconceivably worse. But I was so terrified of Rajesh's
retribution, that I somehow managed to hold on to the bars without letting go. I
wept and begged them to show me some mercy, asking them what I had done to them
for them to do this to me, but they only laughed and carried on regardless, even
saying that I was lucky they did not report me to the boss for begging for
mercy! Then Abid made me lift my ass off the seat, slipped under me and fucked
my raw cunt, and ass once more. The bastard made me move up and down on his
prick because he was tired. Like I was fresh as a rose. Ramu at least had that
much pity on me, and did not follow suit.
On the way, they made a short halt, just to show me that I had no way out.
The halt was at a police station quite close to my house. Two cops came out and
were very pally with my two tormentors. They came to look at my naked body, and
laughed at my multicoloured tits and asked me to bend over to show them my bum.
There was nothing I could do but comply. I knew now that the scope of my ex
lover's clout included the guardians of the law. I never felt so alone and
helpless. The cops too played a little with my poor tits, but Ramu again put
them off by saying they would be invited for my next performance, and we finally
got home.
Luckily very few people were out, and no one noticed my situation. They had
to help me out of the ricksha, and drag me to my door. I fumbled with the lock
till Ramu took the key from my hand and opened the latch. I went in, and they
followed me in. I had forgotten about the dildo. They took it out from its bag,
and once again I found myself stripped down to nakedness. I looked at the
instrument of my further torture with fear. Without being told to do so, I bent
over my office table and spread my legs. It took the at least 10 minutes to push
the whole thing in. They had been told not to use any lubricant. Another ten
minutes of wanton pain. I cried out with each thrust they gave the dildo. They
played with my clit to induce some juices from my badly fucked up cunt.
Thankfully my cunt wasn't short of juice, but they told me with disdain in their
voices that I was a real whore to have so much sex juices in my hole. It made me
feel they were right. I was now beginning to feel I was a whore. Finally when it
was in, they saw to it that I took the pills to get me to sleep. I was in no
condition to bathe, but they hosed me down with ice cold water, and threw me on
my bed. I heard the door closing behind them, and then, sweet oblivion. The
pills were indeed working very fast.
The next thing I knew was when I awoke with a sharp, pain in my cunthole.
The spikes had started to emerge from the dildo. I was fully awake in seconds.
Every move I made translated to acute feelings in that horribly painful area of
my body which I cursed I ever had. Even getting out of bed was like walking on a
bed of burning coals. The phone rang. The walk to pick it up was excruciating. I
held the table and picked up the phone. It was Rajesh, speaking in a very
pleasant tone. "Hello my darling cunt-hole. So the alarm has woken you up? Good,
get ready for your new life as Ipshita the whore, Ipshita the slave, Ipshita the
bitch."
I opened my eyes wide and got ready for my day. The first day of the rest
of my miserable life.
