01-06-2019, 01:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-06-2019, 01:16 PM by Ramesh_Rocky. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Since the beginning of her ordeal, she had never been this scared.
….
When they had come in, she had noticed that the farmhouse was quite isolated. There was no sign of any population nearby – that meant that nobody was going to hear any noise or screams.
The house was quite modern and well furnished. They were in a fairly large hall. It was well lit and roomy. Under other circumstances, she might have appreciated the décor. But to her it felt more like an underground cellar in a scene from a movie with the villains closing in around her.
The five men arranged themselves comfortably in a semi-circle on sofas, leaving the center spot vacant for Ustadji, while Nilanjana stood trembling in front of them in her skimpy bra & panty, looking even sexier because of the humiliation and fear on her face.
Ustadji walked up to her: Now, listen carefully if you care for your sister. Your name while you’re here is Randi and we are your masters. Anytime we tell you anything, you’ll immediately reply “Ji, Maalik”. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Nilanjana thought of her sister and replied quickly and meekly “Yes……. I mean, Ji Maalik……”
Ustadji: That’s a good randi. Now, just as a reminder of your status……
And he put a dog collar around her neck. She noticed it had rings all on all sides and she tried not imagine what they would do with them. He made it tight and she could feel it choking her, but the tears of humiliation that welled up seemed to choke her even more. She was now truly their slave…….
Ustadji: Now, before we start your show…..
Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of a show, but she had no time to dwell on it, as he continued….
…….. we must have some drinks. The alcohol, soda, ice etc are in the kitchen. Now, get on your hands and knees and go up to each one of your masters and ask them what they want.
Hesitantly, she got on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her tits hanging down, showing generous cleavage in spite of the bra. Fortunately, the ground was carpeted and it didn’t hurt her knees.
She crawled, like a dog, upto Vicky, who was seated with his legs spread. He motioned with hand for her to come closer, right between his legs, so that her face was close to the junction of his legs.
She tried not to imagine what was underneath and asked “what can I get you?”
Vicky gave her a hard slap and grinned at her without saying anything. After a few seconds silence Nilanjana understood that she had to figure out by herself what she’d done wrong. Realising what was expected of her, she said “what can I get you… Maalik?”
Vicky’s grin became bigger: Good dog…. That’s more like it. I’ll have a strong whisky with soda and lots of ice, randi bhabhi.
While saying so, he patted her head, just like he would a good dog. She didn’t know which was more humiliating – having to call him maalik, his insistence on calling her bhabhi after all he’d put her through - that too, randi bhabhi - or being petted like a dog.
She moved to each one of them one by one. She didn’t want to give them an excuse to hurt her further, so without being told she went up between their legs, close to the crotch.
Each one did something to humiliate her and remind her of his status as her master. The fat one slapped her tit, Jo pinched her ass. Rohit pulled the elastic of her panty and let it go with a snap. All of them called her names – bitch, randi, stupid cunt, kutiya etc.
The worst, as might be expected, was Ustadji. He was wearing a silk kurta and lungi and it was obvious from the tent in the lungi that he was not wearing any underwear. As she crawled between his legs, she could see the wet spot where pre-cum had leaked on to his lungi and smell his arousal. He grabbed her head by the hair and rubbed her face on his crotch. She felt his bone-hard lund grinding on her face.
Finally, everyone had given their orders and she was allowed to get up and go to the kitchen. She just prayed that she remembered it all and didn’t goof up. She knew they would not forgive any mistake easily, but use it as an excuse to humiliate her more…..
….
When they had come in, she had noticed that the farmhouse was quite isolated. There was no sign of any population nearby – that meant that nobody was going to hear any noise or screams.
The house was quite modern and well furnished. They were in a fairly large hall. It was well lit and roomy. Under other circumstances, she might have appreciated the décor. But to her it felt more like an underground cellar in a scene from a movie with the villains closing in around her.
The five men arranged themselves comfortably in a semi-circle on sofas, leaving the center spot vacant for Ustadji, while Nilanjana stood trembling in front of them in her skimpy bra & panty, looking even sexier because of the humiliation and fear on her face.
Ustadji walked up to her: Now, listen carefully if you care for your sister. Your name while you’re here is Randi and we are your masters. Anytime we tell you anything, you’ll immediately reply “Ji, Maalik”. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Nilanjana thought of her sister and replied quickly and meekly “Yes……. I mean, Ji Maalik……”
Ustadji: That’s a good randi. Now, just as a reminder of your status……
And he put a dog collar around her neck. She noticed it had rings all on all sides and she tried not imagine what they would do with them. He made it tight and she could feel it choking her, but the tears of humiliation that welled up seemed to choke her even more. She was now truly their slave…….
Ustadji: Now, before we start your show…..
Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of a show, but she had no time to dwell on it, as he continued….
…….. we must have some drinks. The alcohol, soda, ice etc are in the kitchen. Now, get on your hands and knees and go up to each one of your masters and ask them what they want.
Hesitantly, she got on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her tits hanging down, showing generous cleavage in spite of the bra. Fortunately, the ground was carpeted and it didn’t hurt her knees.
She crawled, like a dog, upto Vicky, who was seated with his legs spread. He motioned with hand for her to come closer, right between his legs, so that her face was close to the junction of his legs.
She tried not to imagine what was underneath and asked “what can I get you?”
Vicky gave her a hard slap and grinned at her without saying anything. After a few seconds silence Nilanjana understood that she had to figure out by herself what she’d done wrong. Realising what was expected of her, she said “what can I get you… Maalik?”
Vicky’s grin became bigger: Good dog…. That’s more like it. I’ll have a strong whisky with soda and lots of ice, randi bhabhi.
While saying so, he patted her head, just like he would a good dog. She didn’t know which was more humiliating – having to call him maalik, his insistence on calling her bhabhi after all he’d put her through - that too, randi bhabhi - or being petted like a dog.
She moved to each one of them one by one. She didn’t want to give them an excuse to hurt her further, so without being told she went up between their legs, close to the crotch.
Each one did something to humiliate her and remind her of his status as her master. The fat one slapped her tit, Jo pinched her ass. Rohit pulled the elastic of her panty and let it go with a snap. All of them called her names – bitch, randi, stupid cunt, kutiya etc.
The worst, as might be expected, was Ustadji. He was wearing a silk kurta and lungi and it was obvious from the tent in the lungi that he was not wearing any underwear. As she crawled between his legs, she could see the wet spot where pre-cum had leaked on to his lungi and smell his arousal. He grabbed her head by the hair and rubbed her face on his crotch. She felt his bone-hard lund grinding on her face.
Finally, everyone had given their orders and she was allowed to get up and go to the kitchen. She just prayed that she remembered it all and didn’t goof up. She knew they would not forgive any mistake easily, but use it as an excuse to humiliate her more…..
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