Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

She looked at one of her bodyguards and nodded. He went in his pocket and took out a dog collar and chain. I had seen it before, last time I was there. It was white leather and studded with diamante. He walked over and strapped it to my neck, pushing me down on all fours and handing the leash chain to Pooja.


"Now that's better," she said, walking round the back of me holding the leash high in the air, "little bitches need to be kept on leash."


I tried to stand up and sit back on the bed, but the she yanked the leash so hard it pulled me over onto my side.


"Down Kajal bitch!" she snapped, "stay on all fours, like the lying dog you are."


I got back onto my hands and knees and turned to stare at her defiantly, over my shoulder.


"Don't look at me like that, and use my correct name when addressing me," she said.


"Your name Pooja," I replied.


She yanked the leash again and pulled me over.


"Try again. I thought I had you trained, last time we met."





"What do you want from me?" I asked, getting back on all fours.


She yanked again, harder this time.


"My name? Say it, you little bitch!" she demanded.


"Miss Pooja, it's Miss Pooja," I said quickly, bowing my head and waiting for the other yank.


"That's better," she said softly, "see it wasn't so difficult to obey me was it?"


I said nothing, just looked at the floor.


"WAS IT?" she shouted, yanking me down again.


"No. No Miss Pooja," I answered submissively.


I was in turmoil, last time we met she was almost loving towards me. Now she was like a woman possessed.


"Now," she said, "are you going to behave yourself like a good dog?"


"Yes Miss Pooja, just please don't do anything to Mouni," I begged.


She moved round in front of me and lowered herself to my level. She put her hand under my chin and forced me to look at her, by pushing my head back. I stared into her eyes.


"I have a surprise for you next door," she said softly, "you'd better do exactly what I say or they'll be further punishment."


I was terrified at her lack of facial expression.


I nodded.


She let go of my chin and my head flopped forward, like a shamed child.


She stood up again.


"Let's give you some training Kajal bitch," she said calmly, pulling on my leash, "when I say up and pat the bed, you jump up on the bed, like a good dog."


"Why are you doing this? I'm sorry I told anyone. OK, Miss Pooja?"


She patted the bed and said "Up," like a dog trainer.


I obeyed, not wanting my neck pulling again.


"Good girl," her dog trainer voice was perfect.


She pointed at the floor and said, "Down."


I obeyed again, staying on all fours.


She started to walk round the small room, "Heel Kajal bitch!"





I followed on all fours, my boobs swinging underneath me, rubbing against the silky fabric.


"Good girl Kajal bitch, I think we have you trained."


I knelt at her feet.


"You've bought this on yourself Kajal, I told you not to tell anyone, do you remember?"


"Yes, I'm sorry Miss Pooja, I'll do anything, just please let Mouni go."


"Time to take my new pet dog for a walk," she laughed, pulling on my leash, "come on Kajal bitch, heel!"


She pulled on my leash again and I followed her on all fours, feeling utterly degraded and humiliated. She led me out of the door and into a corridor. It smelt of fresh paint and new carpets, like a show home. The two bodyguards followed behind me, sniggering at my wiggling ass.


She led me twenty metres down the corridor, occasionally pulling on the leash to assert her authority.


"Good Kajal bitch!" she kept saying, "I've got a nice treat for you."


I was filled with dread. Mouni had already been through enough bad stuff in her life and the last thing I wanted, was anything like this to happen to her.


We stopped at the door and she unlocked it and we went inside. The body guards followed and stood either side of the door after they closed it.


The room was larger than the one I had left and was empty, except for a large round bed in the middle of it and a couple comfy leather chairs. The room was filled with cameras and was brightly lit with video screens on the far wall. I had seen this type of set up twice before and knew I was about to be fucked or worse. I guessed this was to be my punishment.





The bed itself was covered with black, satin sheets and a few throw pillows, also in black satin. The most prominent thing in the room was a girl kneeling upright on the bed with a dog leash on, identical to mine. Another bodyguard in a black suit was holding her leash from the other side of the bed. She had her hands tied behind her back.


She was wearing identical clothing to me, white lace panties, silky, loose vest top barely covering her naked breasts. The only difference between her and me was that she had a white satin sack on her head. My heart pounded as I thought about what Mouni must be going through, scared and disoriented, like the first time I was there.


She looked sexy as ever, as I looked at her from bottom to top. Toned tanned thighs, slim waist, vaguely visible abs, big breasts, soft neck line.


'Wait. big breasts?' I thought, 'that's not Mouni, no way. '


My train of thought was lost as I got a yank on the leash.


"Heel bitch," said Pooja, pulling me along towards the bed, "I have a play toy for you, seeming as if you like girls."


I said nothing, just stared at the girl, feeling relieved that it wasn't Mouni.


She patted the bed.


"Up bitch," she said, "on the bed like a good dog."


I obeyed and got on the bed next to the girl, the sheets felt silky smooth under my naked ass, as I sat up on my knees, the same as the girl.


"Two sexy little bitches together," she giggled, "I believe you two know each other."


I looked at the girl next to me. I knew it wasn't Mouni, but she did seem familiar. I could smell her coconut body lotion, which I knew I recognized.


I played dumb, "I don't know her," I said, speaking for the first time since entering the room.


"Kajal?" the girl on the bed asked me, "is that you?" she sounded scared out of her wits.


I recognised her voice straight away and I reached up to remove the sack from her head.


"Nisha?" I asked, as I lifted the bag from my sister's head.


I went to throw my arms around her and give a hug, but I was yanked away by Pooja and my sister was yanked the other way by the bodyguard.


"How touching," mocked Pooja, "two bitches from the same litter, what a lovely reunion."


"What the fuck is she doing here? Let her go." I ordered, rearing up to Pooja.


The bodyguard stepped up, but Pooja waved him off.


"I told you what would happen if you ever told anyone, didn't I?"


"Let her go, she's nothing to do with this."


"What did I say to you? Repeat it back to me."


"You said if I told anyone, you would bring my sister or mother in here and make me watch."


"Watch what?" she asked, quizzically, "go on say it." She was getting off on it.


I looked at Nisha and I started to cry.





"Watch one of your guys fuck her in the ass," I sobbed, shaking my head at Nisha in apology.


Nisha broke down in tears and collapsed on the bed. I moved over to comfort her. I put my arms round her and hugged her on the bed. She was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.


"I'm so sorry Nisha, I never thought this would happen," I said to her softly.


"Your sisters got you into a lot of trouble Nisha," Pooja butted in, "she's been saying things she shouldn't have and now you're both in for punishment."


"Please don't," I said, "do what you want to me, but let my sister go."


"I don't make empty threats Kajal, she's going to get her ass fucked and it's all your fault."


Nisha regained some control and looked up at me with big, sad, wet eyes.


"Who are these people?" she asked me.


"A bunch of fucking sickos," I replied, looking at Pooja.


Nisha spoke up, "Are you in charge here?" she asked Pooja.


"My, my, the little bitch has a voice after all," she said sarcastically, "yes I'm calling the shots."


"Let us both go and I'll do what you want, just don't hurt my baby sister." Nisha said, drying her eyes.


"You're the older one? Oh I thought your slut sister was older than you. She's a filthy bitch you know. Do you know she likes to fuck girls?" laughed Pooja.


Nisha looked directly at me with a puzzled look on her face, before she carried on.


"Yes I'm older by three years, so what? Let us go, I'll do what you want."


"I know you'll do what I want," she said to Nisha, "You have no choice in the matter. Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"


Nisha didn't answer, but looked away. Her silence gave her away.


"You have! Well , well, it looks like being a slut runs in the family, you pair of filthy bitches," she said, looking at each of us in turn, "one loves big cocks, spunk and pussy and the other likes anal."


We both fell silent, neither of us wanting to admit our perversions in front of each other.


Pooja looked back towards the door.


"Bring them in," she yelled.


The door opened and three men came in. They were naked and already hard. They lined up next to the bed.


"Pick one," she said to Nisha.





Nisha looked at the three men's cocks, probably trying to find the smallest, or so I thought. They were all shaved and varied from six to nine inches. She picked the smallest at six inches.


"I don't think so," said Pooja, "I'm sure an anal whore like you can take it bigger. You can have this one." She pushed the eight inch guy forward.


"No I can't take that, I'm used to smaller," said Nisha.


"Thanks guys, you two can leave." she ignored Nisha and the other two men left the room.


"How do you want it?" Pooja asked Nisha, "on all fours like a dog, or you on top?"


"I'm not taking that," she replied, "it's too big."