Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Sumi's face were drenched with sweat and tears. Dicky leave a long puff and looks lazily at Sumi and then to her stretched hands.
Sumi's hands were stretched flat over the table and locked in the handcuffs and fitted with bolts on the table now. Her soft, fair, long fingers were stretched on the table. Seven fingers were scratching the wood and three fingers were trembling in pain as in each finger a hypodermic syringe was stabbed in.
Not much deeper, but a syringe prick on top of the finger and inserted half an inch is enough pain to tremble the poor young girl.
Dicky raises another syringe in his hand. And thinks of something. Stands up. And keeps down the syringe and start walking around the table, watching the poor little girl Sumi.
Dicky stops for a moment at Sumi's back and kicks the stool she was made to sit on. The stool slips off making her chin bang on the table side and made her hanging from the table. Sumi's knees were on the ground and hands tied over the table. As she kept hanging by her hands from the table, her soft huge bososms were getting pressed over the table side now. It is painfull as her maximum pressure of her body fell on her soft bosoms.
Sumi was being getting mentally prepared, she knew the officer would be opening the bolts from the table to get her thrashed on the floor. But, no !
Dicky stands behind Sumi, and with her shoe tip kicks Sumi's legs togather and stand with his legs apart.
A flick knife shines up on his hand. A little lower and with a soft blow Sumi's dress was silted apart. The loose shiny dress falls apart.
Dicky runs his hand over Sumi's bare back. Sumi shivers. Will this officer get her like this ? But that will hurt her more ... and what if he violates her from her "that place"...Sumi knew dirty people like to have girls from "that hole".
Dicky was holding the flick knife on his left hand and now, slowly, he runs it thrice over the sweet girls bare back leaving three bloody cuts from her shoulder to waist.
Sumi shivers up, the cuts weren't much deep, but enough to give a shivering burn effect.
Sumi was now trembling is fear . What will the officer do with her ? Kill her ? Stab her ? What has she done ? Dicky was still playing with the flick knife and suddenly yells, " ganpat.. bottle la "
A mid aged constable enters, with a faint unprepared smile in his face. He is holding a glass decanter. Dicky takes it from his hands and opens the lid. The mid aged guy, whose name is Ghanshyam, in original, almost runs out of the room. As he hurries himself through the dark corridor he hears an animal scream of pain.
Ghansham almost cover his ears and run out. The poor little girls screams are now of no human words. No pleading of leaving her. Just cry like animals.
Sumi's cries were sealed into the basement. A little girl she is, not knowing the life...as like her mom, Dolly.
Dolly knew when to stop crying. When her tears make the people enjoy more, it's better to close her eyes and think herself as a piece of meat in shop. That's what she did in the hotel room. She kept her teeth clecnhed when the young guys were taking off their secret angers on their mom on Dolly.
They were calling her names, added with the names of their moms or aunts, and slapping her, spitting on her face and banging her head on wall.
They would made her do all they want to do with their moms. Be it be riding her from any angels or making her be on fours and lick their assholes. One over exited guy, and over sexed too, tried his best to fart on her mom's face, as Dolly was the proxy woman as his mom. But, alas, few good things in world only come without alarm. The guy tried his level best, but could not fart, so he made Dolly to pedicure his feet by her teeth and tongue.
Dolly didn't knew when it ended. At the late times, she was feeling too tired and sleepy and one after one the four guys were fucking her. All she had to do was to keep her legs apart. Either facing the ceiling or the ground.
When Dolly woke up, she tried to get up and got her head banged hard. She wondered where she is. Why it's so dark.
Dolly cleans her eyes and face. She was sleeping with her mouth open. The saliva, cum all made her whole face, hair and body sticky.
As the senses cleared Dolly discovered herself under the bed. As she drags herself out, she understands, it's still night. The wall clock showed 3 AM. Dolly looks allover the room. The boss was on the sofa, drunk and passed out there. Dolly couldn't see a thread of her saree or any garments. The youths must have taken their mom's all clothes. Dolly gathers herself and drops herself on the floor beside the sofa. Holding the feet of the boss Dolly slowly starts licking his feet to get him back in senses, so that now she can ask the whereabouts of her daughter Sumi.
Drop...drop...drop. Three drops fell on the bare back of Sumi as she hysterically writhes in pain. She has almost lost her senses. Dicky was feeling a little better.
Ahhh..the girl is really getting a little pain now,...finally .
Dicky doesn't believes that syringe on finger tips are much of pain.
Rather, this diluted nitric acid is doing a better work on open cuts. And it's surely much over lemon juice, salt or mirchi on wounds.
Dicky smells the glass decanter full of diluted nitric acid. .."mmmm..what a killing aroma"..Dicky chuckles.
Right then the door opens and a constable comes in. "laau sir ?"
"Ready ?" Dicky's eyes glitter up in excitement and joy. " set it..and then I set her on it" Dicky says with a grin of a hyena as he sprinkles a little solution over the scars again.
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