Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

The cold water runs through Dolly’s hair as she stands under the shower. It’s 6:30 PM. About ten hours have passed. She wonders what could have been in the phone call that came to boss.
His change in action and attitude was clearly seen. His face had glances of victory but was thinking of something else. Suddenly she turns to Dolly, “well, kya pooch rahi thi tu ?” the boss asks Dolly,”teri bekar beti ki barey main kya pooch rahi thi ?” Dolly was taken aback for a few seconds, then replies in a timid voice, “ aur kya malik, use bacha lo..please…”
The boss looks at Dolly in smusement. “Accha ! bacha lu ?.. fir ?”
Dolly was surprised, “fir kya sir ?” she asks nervously .
“Hmmm I mean to say… what will you do if I get your daughter out ? eh ?”
Dolly was taken aback. She understood she is about to fall in some trap, but what could she answer. Does she has anything left in her to give up now ?
She is all used and examined by all. What more she can offer now ? But still she replies, “aap jo hokum karey malik… “ The boss looks at Dolly for some time, “aur teri beti ? Sumi ? woh ? “ Dolly smiles a little, “she already belongs to you Sir, what more… she will do whatever you order sir. She will…bas use bacha lo..”
The boss giggles dirtily. “Yaad rakhna..whatever you said now… use yaad rakhna”
Dolly leaves a deep sigh and rubs the dry, flat piece of soap over her whole body. Two hours ago they are back in the city . Dolly was called off from the airport only, but the boss said, she will be called later, this night. So Dolly was back home, thinking what will happen to her daughter now as she was taking a bath to wipe off all the dirt from herself.
Right then there was a loud thump on the fragile wooden door and a rough shriek, ”oye randi ! yeah pump aur pani ka bill kya teri koi rakhwala aakey de jata hai… nikal babar..”Dolly shivered up inside and says in a low voice, “ji..ji.. I’m almost done.. bas do mint ji ..” A harder kick over the door, “Not a minute more Sali..nikal..bahar..jaldi”
Soaps wren’t all wiped from Dolly’s body, but she manages to cover herself up fast and open the door, the landlord leans up over her…”aaiye malikaan aaiye.. gosal hui aapki ?” He buries his face into Dolly’s wet hair and smells, “mmmm… acchi hai… chal.. aise hi chal aaj..” Dolly holds his hand, “ji zaroor aunga ji… lekin main thodi baad aati hu…”
“kyu ?” the landlord makes a face, “kaha jayegi marwane ? sali..mere ghar pe fokat ki rehgi aur chut milega kisi aur ko ? chal abhi “
Dolly straight falls on his feet, “ji main zaroor aa jaungi, 2 ghantey main… mujhe kuch aur kaam hai ji…” Dolly begs… The landlord thinks of something and leaves, and stands and say, “ agar do ghantey main tu nahi aye, tujhe koi bacha nahi sakta…” and he leaves.
Dolly sits there stupid, not knowing what to do. Suddenly she hears the phone ringing. Dolly rushes to the phone.
Hussain was giggling hard, “kya yaar… minister log bhi..”. The boss, Prasad was sitting in front of Hussain and Dicky, with Mukhtar standing at back, like a statue.
Prasad, the boss grins, “ha, dekho na ! subah mujhe minister saab ki phone aaya,… opposition ka who leader, Chandra Sekhar has joined our party, ..”
Dicky says with a crooked smile, “ aur Mehta ab tumhare jigri dost ban gaya, kyun ?”
Prasad grins. “It’s a part of business and politics Dicky saab ! Don’t take it personally”
Prasad pulls out two huge bundles of cash and keeps in front of Hussain and Dicky, “ saab..aap logo ke liye,..” Dicky looks at Prasad in a rude way, “iski kya zaroorat?”
Hussain handles it, “Dicky, Prasad pyar se de raha hai..rakh de te hai na ! waise the minister aur opposition leader have united, so …” Prasad grins and folds his hand to Dicky to accept it. Dicky spits on floor and utters, “madarchod… riswaqt deta hai..”
Hussain looks at Dicky and then says to Prasad, “waise tera ek maal humlog uuthake le aaye, use le jayga kya? “
Prasad grins, “de de yaar..kamsin kali hai ..mazey deta hai Sali…”
Hussain nods his head, Dicky stands up, “main le aata hu” Hussain tries to stop him, “janey de na aab Dicky… the deal is done na ..” Hussain was sure that Dicky won’t bring the poor little girl normally, and would leave her only after some farewell kicks .
But before he could stop Dicky he has left.
A few moments later he returns, dragging Sumi on the floor by her hairs. She was weeping and almost without senses. Dicky throws her to Prasad’s feet.
Sumi’s sweet little body was trebling in pain, all wet, her hairs open and unkempt.
Dicky says, “ek do din rest main rakh dena…she will be fine..” Prasad grins, “I wont be here for few days, she can get time to heal..lekin..” Prasad’s face was changing as he kept on watching the abused and tortured girl. Her body, which was writhing in pain, made Prasad fell something, which he didn’t felt for years, without medicines.
Prasad started feeling a tickle inside his pants, slowly getting hard.
Prasad slowly kneels down beside Sumi and smacks his lips.
It was 1 AM when Dolly slowly walked inside their hose, holding Sumi in her both arms.
The whole way, Dolly couldn’t control her tears. When the boss dragged out Sumi from the car, she was kinda drowsy and feverish wearing a cheap cotton nighty. Sumi was in semi consciousness but even she could feel the loving embrace of her mother, and both started to weep like kids, holding each other.
The boss stopped them and threw few notes to Dolly, informing that he will be out of station for few days. He also reminds that these cash are not to wipe Dolly’s fat ass but to take care of her young kamseen kept.
Dolly felt like spitting on this boss’s face, but she knew, that was impossible. She took the money like an obedient slave and left with her shivering daughter.
When they walked in slowly, Sumi felt how much she was missing this shanty rooms. Noone was on road when they entered, but a pain of glittering eyes was watching Dolly and Sumi. Sumi was too sick to see anything, but Dolly saw it. A man is watching them from opposite balcony.
It was Rajiv,...
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