01-06-2019, 01:18 PM
Nilanjana stood in front of the group of men in her bra and panties, trying to sway her body sexily to the music and move her arms over her body seductively, trying desperately to keep them happy.
When they’d come to the farmhouse with Jamuna, she had been wearing clothes given to her by Jamuna - the sexy, newly married village girl, whom she’d tricked and helped Vicky and his gang kidnap her. She’d hated doing it, but she had to do it in order to protect her sister from the clutches of these villains.
Jamuna had given Nilanjana her own typical village woman’s clothes of ghagra and choli – even though the ghagra had been short and the choli loose, as she was taller and bustier than Nilanjana. She’d even had to borrow panties from her, although she still had on her own bra.
Almost as soon as they’d reached the farmhouse, Ustadji had cut off her choli and removed the ghagra, saying that he didn’t like women wearing clothes. She had been surprised that she’d been allowed to keep on her underwear so long.
To her dismay, Ustadji now attacked her underwear.
“What horribly ugly underwear are you wearing? Is that how a good randi dresses? Where did you get them?”
“Maalik, Ja..Ja.. Jamuna gave me her panties………” she stammered…
“And the bra?’
“It’s my own, maalik…….”
“You mean you bought it ??? That ill-fitting white boxy cotton thing that looks more like body armour? Don’t you know anything about dressing to please men? Asma always wears sexy underwear of silk with lace and frills, which a man would enjoy removing. No wonder your husband keeps visiting her.”
She winced at the reference to Siddharth’s mistress and was further humiliated by this comparison with her. She had had no idea about her husband’s affair until Vicky had told her about it and had even humiliated her by making her go to their love-nest and clean it out like a maid, while they had been sleeping in the bedroom.
She wondered how Ustadji knew about Asma’s underwear… maybe he was just making it up… but she had no time dwell on it……
“Why can’t you buy bras that at least fit you properly and nicely raise up the boobs? What size is your bra?”
“34B” she said softly.
“There’s your problem. You’re obviously a 34C. Didn’t you ever take the advise of anyone as to what’s the correct size for you?”
She couldn’t tell him that she always felt embarrassed to even talk about it. She went to the ladies store near her house, but they only had male salesmen and it was embarrassing enough just to ask for a bra, leave aside discussing material and size options with him.
“Vicky, next week, you better take her shopping for new imported sexy lingerie at the Marks & Spencer at the new mall.”
“Oh God”, she thought to herself, “he’s going to embarrass and humiliate me in public then.”
Also, the reference to next week confirmed what she already knew… that her ordeal was going to go on for days or weeks…..But it was her private humiliation at the farmhouse that was torturing her then – she couldn’t worry about a future public humiliation …
“Well, the sight of that ugly bra is making me lose my erection, so you’d better get rid of it.”
She started to reach behind her for the hooks of the bra, but Ustadji shouted at her again…
“Don’t you even know how to remove a bra, so as to entertain your audience ??? Are you just going to open it and drop it ??? What kind of stupid randi are you???”
She stood frozen, not knowing what to do and scared beyond belief…….
“You’d better show her how to do it……” Ustadji told Vicky.
When they’d come to the farmhouse with Jamuna, she had been wearing clothes given to her by Jamuna - the sexy, newly married village girl, whom she’d tricked and helped Vicky and his gang kidnap her. She’d hated doing it, but she had to do it in order to protect her sister from the clutches of these villains.
Jamuna had given Nilanjana her own typical village woman’s clothes of ghagra and choli – even though the ghagra had been short and the choli loose, as she was taller and bustier than Nilanjana. She’d even had to borrow panties from her, although she still had on her own bra.
Almost as soon as they’d reached the farmhouse, Ustadji had cut off her choli and removed the ghagra, saying that he didn’t like women wearing clothes. She had been surprised that she’d been allowed to keep on her underwear so long.
To her dismay, Ustadji now attacked her underwear.
“What horribly ugly underwear are you wearing? Is that how a good randi dresses? Where did you get them?”
“Maalik, Ja..Ja.. Jamuna gave me her panties………” she stammered…
“And the bra?’
“It’s my own, maalik…….”
“You mean you bought it ??? That ill-fitting white boxy cotton thing that looks more like body armour? Don’t you know anything about dressing to please men? Asma always wears sexy underwear of silk with lace and frills, which a man would enjoy removing. No wonder your husband keeps visiting her.”
She winced at the reference to Siddharth’s mistress and was further humiliated by this comparison with her. She had had no idea about her husband’s affair until Vicky had told her about it and had even humiliated her by making her go to their love-nest and clean it out like a maid, while they had been sleeping in the bedroom.
She wondered how Ustadji knew about Asma’s underwear… maybe he was just making it up… but she had no time dwell on it……
“Why can’t you buy bras that at least fit you properly and nicely raise up the boobs? What size is your bra?”
“34B” she said softly.
“There’s your problem. You’re obviously a 34C. Didn’t you ever take the advise of anyone as to what’s the correct size for you?”
She couldn’t tell him that she always felt embarrassed to even talk about it. She went to the ladies store near her house, but they only had male salesmen and it was embarrassing enough just to ask for a bra, leave aside discussing material and size options with him.
“Vicky, next week, you better take her shopping for new imported sexy lingerie at the Marks & Spencer at the new mall.”
“Oh God”, she thought to herself, “he’s going to embarrass and humiliate me in public then.”
Also, the reference to next week confirmed what she already knew… that her ordeal was going to go on for days or weeks…..But it was her private humiliation at the farmhouse that was torturing her then – she couldn’t worry about a future public humiliation …
“Well, the sight of that ugly bra is making me lose my erection, so you’d better get rid of it.”
She started to reach behind her for the hooks of the bra, but Ustadji shouted at her again…
“Don’t you even know how to remove a bra, so as to entertain your audience ??? Are you just going to open it and drop it ??? What kind of stupid randi are you???”
She stood frozen, not knowing what to do and scared beyond belief…….
“You’d better show her how to do it……” Ustadji told Vicky.
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