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the car turned and went on the road.. the driver soon shifted gears, but no respite of Nilanjana... the gear went upto 4 and driver was virtually playing with her womanhood and inner thighs and she stared into the darkness beyond the windscreen in the front..


driver's hands slowly became more mischevious than before.. he was virtually rubbing her freely.. she looked at Vicky and he smiled at her, almost fully aware what was going on... she felt let down and helpless... soon the driver had his hand flat on her womanhood.. she closed her eyes in shame as he pressed her to open her legs more..


she tried to shift her thoughts to some other side.. she really was in a soup.. she remembered how these men had asked her to go to the village and lay down the plan to kidnap Jamuna... she had refused to execute the plan but Vicky always had a hand on her soft nerve..

Vicky : if you dont kidnap her.. someone, might kidnap Kumkum..

Nilanjana had objected.. but another statement from Vicky had put every protest of hers to rest..

Vicky : if you help us subdue this girl, who is much more beautiful than you, then you and your sis can walk free...

this had laid to rest all her doubts... Jamuna and family was a poor family and they had their hut in the outskirt of the village... they dropped at safe distance from the home aftter instructions.. and she walked upto the village in the fading daylight.. all in the mess..

she was naked and had run about more than a kilometer.. .. pee was all in hair and body and she was stinking.. though she had not been fucked, but she had cum so many times that her womanhood was sore.. her breasts were blood red due to the itching powder.. and same sourness must have been inside her ass, which had even bore the brunt of the invading branch..

it had not been tough when she pretended to be in pain and went and dropped almost half dead in front of Jamuna's house.. to her embarassement, the husband and devar of Jamuna had come out to see what was the matter with her.. and they had believed her story that she had been bangd, used and dumped and had just managed to walk into the village for some help..

the kind and beautiful Jamuna, whose beauty even Nilanjana had admired, Jamuna had given her clothes, though village clothes but they seemed luxury to Nilanjana...Nilanjana had her own bra but Jamuna gave her her own panties and dress.. place to bath and food... her husband had fetched her the local doctor, despite the family's poor economic condition... and they had let her sleep with Jamuna, despite just second night to marriage of the newly wed couple as Jamuna's husband had slept in the room next with the entire family..

And this had given her oppurtunity to mix drugs and sedatives in unsuspecting and innocent beauties water as per the plan..

Jamuna would never forgive her.. she herself would not have had she been in her own shoes.. but she had a ray of hope towards her and her sister's freedom...
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Ok friends, this is time for the story to continue, if people are still interested..

I have been busy overtime and trust me that we (me and including all my friends on this thread) have given effort outside their routine to fulfill this thread.. I thank them all.. this effort is not possible if you are overworked.. and the victim has been the story..

meanwhile, with all kudos to Pgfan, he has decided to help me in this situation.. and has promised to take the story ahead (despite his hectic schedule) .. I will be working with him in the background (to best of my limited availability) .. and off course he will have support of you all..

to gather we can make this a great thread and a great story as ever before..

[Ramesh_Rocky]

pgfan-


Thanks friends,

As Masala Man said, I've decided to continue the story. This has been one of the best humiliation stories I've ever read and I just couldn't bear the thought of it dying away, because the author is too busy.

I've never written any story of any kind before, so I'm not sure I can do justice to this story, but I'll give it my best shot.

I started writing the next episode a few days ago and I now realise the tremendous effort Masala Man and others who post stories on eXBii go through.

Kudos to Masala Man...... [img]file:///images/smilies/claps.gif[/img]... [img]file:///images/smilies/claps.gif[/img]... [img]file:///images/smilies/claps.gif[/img]... [img]file:///images/smilies/claps.gif[/img]... [img]file:///images/smilies/claps.gif[/img]...

Also, there's always the problem of time - there's never enough of it.

So, please bear with me.

I look forward to all your support, especially Masala Man's.

I'll start posting shortly.

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pgfan-

Well friends,

Here's the first post of the second avataar of Nilanjana's ordeal......

The story is a continuation, so please read the story so far to get the maximum enjoyment out of it....

I'll admit here that I've borrowed some ideas and scenes from other stories. If you've read Cheerleader's Torment, you may recognize the scene I'll be posting soon....

Thanks to all the authors who have given me so much pleasure and ideas.....

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Finally, they reached a farmhouse. Everyone seemed glad to get out of the cramped car, except the driver, who had had a great time playing with Nilanjana’s panty covered pussy for an hour, while keepting his hand on the gear. Finally, he gave one last pinch and pushed the panty into her pussy and then let her get out of the car.


Meanwhile, Jamuna was still unconciousness. The men carried her inside to the hall and dumped her on the sofa.

Ustadji was waiting anxiously for them.

Ustadji: Welcome, my dear Nilanjana…… it’s such a pleasure to see you in person, finally………
(to Jo) what is Jamuna’s condition…….

Jo: She should be fine, but she’ll be out for at least another couple of hours.

Ustadji: Then we’re lucky that we have such a sexy friend with us to entertain us, while we wait ……… he he he….

Nilanjana: Please…….. I helped you kidnap her like you wanted……. Now please let me go……

Vicky (rudely): Would you rather see Kumkum on that sofa instead of Jamuna?

Ustadji just stared at her with angry eyes. Somehow those eyes seemed even more threatening than Vicky’s verbal threat. She said nothing.

Ustadji slowly walked up to her. She started backing up but soon reached the wall and knew there was no escape for her. She was looking sexy in her village woman’s dress of knee length gaghra and tight choli.

He ran the first finger of his left hand down her cleavage until he reached her blouse and pulled it forward. With his right hand he pulled out a knife and without saying a word, cut through the center of the blouse and left the two cups hanging on the sides, exposing her bra. Then he pulled the string of her gaghra. It slipped down, but was held in place by her hips.

Ustadji: (speaking slowly and menacingly): I don’t like women wearing clothes. Take off your gaghra and choli. Leave on the bra and panty.

Nilanjana quicky did as told. Since the beginning of her ordeal, she had never been this scared.

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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…..

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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…..


She was allowed to walk to the kitchen normally. Fortunately for her, all them had asked for either beer or whisky & soda. Although she’d never had alocohol herself, she’d seen her husband mix whisky and soda, so she managed to get most of the drinks right.

She brought them all out on a tray and put it on a side table. Then, she took the drinks to each one individually. Most of them took the glasses without harassing her further – all except Vicky, who always found new ways to humiliate her.

He took a sip of his drink and then threw it angrily in her face.

He pulled her face close to his by pulling on a ring on her collar and shouted at her, as she stood with whisky dripping from her face: “You stupid cunt…… can’t you do a simple thing like mixing a proper drink? I asked you for a strong whisky. Now go and make another one and get it right this time”. And he sent her off with a hard back handed slap on her ass.

“Ji Maalik…. I’ll just get it, maalik…” she said and ran to the kitchen, her tits bouncing and ass swaying sexily.

As she came back with his drink, Rohit shouted her,

“Abey Bhonsdi ki…… do you take us for drunkards? Are we supposed to just drink this? Don’t you know that you’re supposed to serve snacks with drinks? Are you waiting for your sister to serve them?”

She winced at the reference to her sister. “Ji Maalik…. I’ll just get them, maalik…” She ran off to the kitchen and found some snacks.

Finally, everyone had their drinks and snacks and she was made to stand in front of them. She noticed that while she’d been getting the snacks, Rohit had set up a video camera and several of the men had their own cameras. The whole room was already well lit with extra lights.....

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The whole room was already well lit with extra lights.


She stood in front of the men, who were sitting in a semi-circle, with their drinks and plates of snacks. The whole area was bathed in bright lights, which she knew was to allow them to make good quality video recording, which would be used to further blackmail her.

She was also worried by the number of cameras. Till now, all the photos and videos had been under the control of Vicky or Ustadji. And while she feared them, somehow she’d accepted that it was in their interest to keep the videos and photos private – as long as she did what they told her. But now, with so many men about to have their private collection of her “show”, there was a good chance that something would leak out.

However, she also knew that there was nothing she could do about it and even protesting against it would result in further punishment.

She stood waiting to be told what new form of degradation they had in mind for her to “entertain” them.

As the lights and camera were switched on, Rohit started some soft and sexy dance music.

Ustadji: OK, listen carefully Randi because I’ll only say this once. If I think you’re not putting on your best show, some “interesting” photos of Kumkum will be sent to her father-in-law-to-be, so that he can also see how sexy his daughter-in-law is. Maybe he’ll enjoy jerking off over her photos….. he.. he.. he.. Also, we have a nice video of her taking a bath, from the hidden cameras in your house. So, if you don’t make us “happy”, maybe he’ll get to see a scene that only her husband should see…… he… he… he… UNDERSTAND?”

“Ji Maalik….”

Vicky stepped up close to her. It was clear that he was going to be the director of the show.

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“First, take a deep breath to relax yourself…. Deeper…..”


She filled her lungs, sticking her chest out. She felt collar tighten around neck, once again reminding her of her status.

“Do it a couple of time….. just to relax you, bhabhi…. He… he… he…”

She felt her boobs sticking out and moving up and down on her chest and the bra stretched over them.

“Now start swinging your ass and boobs to the music……”

“Ji Maalik….” She understood what he meant and didn’t wait for detailed instructions. She knew that she needed to do her best to please them. Of course, she also knew whatever she did would not be enough, but still she had to make the effort – the alternative was too terrible to think about…

She started to sway her big gaand and tits to the music and to move her hands over her body in a sexy way, just as she’d seen in movies.

She noticed that while the men held their drinks in one hand, they all moved their other hand to their crotch and started massaging their dicks through the clothes.

“That’s a good randi bhabhi…. You’re going to be a good randi, aren’t you?....”

“Ji Maalik….” She didn’t know what else to say………

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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.

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She stood frozen, not knowing what to do and scared beyond belief…….


“You’d better show her how to do it……” Ustadji told Vicky.

Vicky started directing her “entertainment”….

“Before we start the strip-tease” – well, she was expecting that, of course and was not surprised – “we want you to pose for us a bit”.

She wondered how many innovative ideas these men could come up with to humiliate her.

“Lean forward and put hands on your thighs just above your knees.”

She leaned forward.

"Keep your knees straight & together, look up at us and keep swinging."

She did, and realized the effect this pose had. Her two straightened arms crushed
her big breasts together between them, making the mounds bulge obscenely over the
tops of her bra-cups….

It also made her sexy gaand stick out at the back, stretching her panties…….

What an alluring sight they had in front of them !!! The 30-year old sexy (former housewife) slut, with her gaand stuck out behind her, her tits hanging down, squeezed together and bulging over her bra, swinging her body sexily to the soft music….

“That’s nice….. now give us a nice smile…..”

Smile ?? How could she? But she thought of Kumkum and made an effort and somehow managed a smile……

“A real nice sexy smile, bhabhi, or we’ll give Kumkum’s father-in-law something to smile about….”

She forced her best smile….

"Great…, now stand up nice and straight and clasp your hands together behind your neck… keep swinging…. Now pull your elbows back…."

As she did, she felt her bra lift with her arms and then it pulled tight like a second skin. Her breasts rose up on her chest and stuck out.

“Keep smiling and swinging, randi bhabhi…..”

As she went through the humiliating poses, the men stared fixedly at her – one hand on the crotch, eyes bulging, mouths open and drooling…

All except Ustadji – this was obviously not his first experience at humiliating a woman and while he was certainly enjoying the show, as could be seen from the tent in his lungi, he was sitting back relaxed on his sofa, as though he was just watching TV.

A part of Nilanjana felt almost insulted at this and at the same time she was worried, as she desperately wanted to keep him happy. But she didn’t have time to think about it, as Vicky continued and she had to concentrate hard to follow his instructions……

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She went through the humiliating poses under Vicky's instructions, as the men stared fixedly at her...


“Great, now keep that beautiful smile, and keep those elbows pulled back nice and
tight, and slowly turn all the way around for us, all the way around…."

She did a slow and sexy turn, while keeping her tits stuck out, her ass swinging and her face smiling, giving her tormentors a clear view of her body from all angles…

When she’d turned her back to them, Jo spoke up “Stop there a minute, Randi bhabhi….”

She stopped with her ass facing them. She noticed that now even the underlings of the gang were calling her “Randi bhabhi”, but she ignored it……

Jo continued, “Ustadji, don’t you think this randi’s ass is sexier than the last one’s – what was her name…?”

Rohit jumped in, “we’d named her ‘cunt’… who cares about her real name?...”

This evidence confirmed Nilanjana’s suspicion that these men were experts at humiliating women. The casual way they were talking about the other woman sent shivers down her spine.

Ustadji, “Hmmm… I don’t know… I think cunt’s ass was sexier… or perhaps it looked sexier because she was wearing sexy panties…”

She felt all their eyes on her ass, analyzing it impersonally, as though they were looking at a statue and not a woman. Of course, she was nothing more than an object to them…

Vicky, “But I think Randi’s ass is bigger… get that measure tape, Jo…”

He put his arms around her hips with the tape. She felt his breath on her butt, as he adjusted the tape snugly around her.

“As I thought – she’s a sexy 36. Cunt was 34, I think…”

Ustadji, “Bigger doesn’t necessarily mean sexier. I think cunt’s ass had better shape and was tighter and stuck out more at the back… Well, we’ll get a better idea later on when we get a clearer view…”

She had been standing motionless with her ass and tits sticking out, her arms at her neck, stretched out, listening to this analysis and comparison of her ass, as though they were comparing two melons, but at this hint that her panties will also be coming off soon, she had to struggle hard not to react…

However, before she could think about it further, the action started again, as Ustadji said, “hey, Rohit told you to stop turning… I don’t remember anyone telling you to stop swinging your ass… start swinging and continue turning slowly…”

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She’d become a little numb as she heard her ass being analyzed dispassionately.


At Ustadji’s words she was startled back to action and continued her sensuous motions and turn.

As she finished her turn, Vicky continued,

“Let your hands down, but keep them close to your sides….. Now, slowly reach up and one at a time, ease the straps down off your shoulders….”

She slid the tips of her right fingers underneath the white shoulder strap on her left shoulder.

"That's right… "

She lifted it away from her skin, and pulled it up over her shoulder. She pulled it down until it just hung loose against her arm, peeling back the top inch of so of her bra-cup…

"Now the other one."

Slowly, she did the same on the other side, leaving both straps dangling around her arms.

The effect was breathtaking. With her long dark hair pulled behind her, her long beautiful neck was open going right down her slim shoulders. Now all of the creamy skin, from her shoulders, across her chest was exposed. Her big breasts just sat in the cups of her bra like scoops of ice cream, and the top half of the luscious mounds, though still in the bra, lay open to the gaze of the audience.

"Okay, now go back to the first pose, with your hands on your knees."

She leaned forward and did as she was told.

"Pull your arms in nice and tight."

As she leaned forward, she felt the shoulder straps fall farther down, down to her forearms. The tops of the bra-cups fell back slightly as well. The effect, as she pulled her arms together was like squashing two balloons. The bra barely contained her.

"Come on, now, another big smile – randi bhabhi..."

At this she nearly burst into tears, but at the thought of her sister, she resisted the urge and somehow managed to keep the pose, the smile and the swing.

"Great," Vicky said. "Now pucker up like Rakhi Sawant & give a big kiss."

This comparison to the randi of the screen, reminded her of what she’d become.

She formed her mouth into a big "O" like a kiss.

"MMMmmm-Wah", she kissed in the air….

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm-Wah" all the men imitated the sound of a big kiss, followed by huge laughter…..

It took all their self-control not cum right there….. but they all knew this was just the beginning and a lot more was yet to come… the evening was still young and they had the whole night ahead of them……

"Now stand up nice and straight again and pull your arms out of the shoulder straps."

“Ji Maalik….” She said as she straigtened up and carefully pulled her arms out of the loops of the shoulder straps, trying her best not to let the bra cups move down any further.

She stood there with the straps hanging loose at her sides, her boobs barely contained by the bra-cups, waiting for the next humiliation….

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She stood there with the straps hanging loose at her sides, her boobs barely contained by the bra-cups, waiting for the next humiliation….


"Now, reach your hands up as high as you can."

At this she finally burst out into tears and covered her face. Her audience, of course, found this very entertaining and burst out into laughter.

Rohit: Oooooo… look at poor randi bhabhi… he… he… he… crying like a baby….. and we haven’t even touched her today…. Ha… ha… ha…

Jo: ha… ha… ha… I think she’s missing her sister….. he… he… he…

Ustadji: Hey Vicky, ho… ho… ho… looks like she’s finally taken pity on the poor father-in-law he… he… he… and has decided to give him a treat. ho… ho… ho… What’s his address? He… he… he…

At this reference to her sister, her tears immediately dried up and she straightened up and stretched her arms up over her head so fast, that her boobs nearly spilled out of her bra.

“No, no…. please…. It won’t happen again…..”

Rohit (laughing & shouting at the same time): “ho… ho… ho… hey, is this a military parade or a randi show….? He… he… he… Why are you standing at attention, bitch?... ho… ho… ho…”

She started to swing her body sexily again. More than half her boobs were already open to their gaze and her nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from being exposed.

“please leave Kumkum alone…, maalik…. I beg of you…, maalik…”

No one answered her request though, but just sat there enjoying the booze and the view and laughing at her plight. She kept wondering whether they’ll deliver on the threat or will ignore her lapse. But she knew she won’t get an answer.

They continued to laugh as she waited in suspense, while Vicky made himself another drink and came back to her.

He had stopped laughing and was looking stern and intimidating. "I don’t know if we can forgive a sorry exhibition like that so easily. We’ll think about it…”

“…Okay, now put your hands down and turn your back to us."

She turned herself around slowly.

"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you…"

She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath through her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of her, exposing her entire back..

"...and reach back and slowly open the hooks of your bra… one at a time…"

“Ji Maalik….” She said mechanically, as she took a deep breath, and slowly reached behind her and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were.

On a more sexy bra there would have been only two hooks, but on the ugly body armour type bra she was wearing there were four.

She pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension and one by one freed the four hooks…

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She pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension and one by one freed the four hooks…


Slowly she pulled the two sides apart. She reached around with her left arm and held the bra to her in the front. The two brastraps dangled uselessly. This revealed a beautiful, slim and unblemished back. It was an exquisite shape, long perfect symmetry. From her shoulders, the lines narrowed gradually until you came to her waist, where they flared out again before disappearing into her panties. From this angle, one would never imagine the enormous breasts hiding on the other side.

"Look back at us over your shoulder."

She turned her head back, and, unknowingly, with the smile still on her face, portrayed a sexiness she certainly did not feel.

"Okay, randi bhabhi, now move your hair back and turn around and face us."

Slowly she moved her long hair away from her chest and turned around clutching the material of her bra to her breasts.

"Now turn a little sideways and lean your face up."

Clutching the material, she did what he asked, assuming several poses, unaware of how sexy they looked.

“You can stop smiling, if you want.”

She thought he was doing her a favor, not realizing that to these men the anguish and tears on her face were even more exciting.

"Okay, now the moment of truth..."

She felt tears coming.

"Turn and face us."

She rotated slightly, clutching the material. The way she held it pushed her breasts up.

Just as Vicky was about tell her to drop the bra, Ustadji interrupted him.

“I think before we see them, she should describe to us what we’re going to see…. To set the expectation…”

“What ???” Nilanjana couldn’t stop herself from asking in surprise…

“What do you mean what? Can’t you understand simple English, stupid randi? Just describe exactly what’s going to be revealed when you pull down that armour plating… To start with what are they called?”

She realized with dismay that he wanted her to humiliate her with her own mouth….

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She realized with dismay that he wanted her to humiliate herself with her own mouth….


But she just stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

“Well, if you don’t know what they’re called, we have some pictures of Kumkum’s that may remind you… Would you like to see them? Otherwise, pretty soon her father-in-law will get to see the pictures…”

She knew that she’d better speak up…

“My br… br… breasts…”

They burst out laughing. “Breasts? That may be what your doctor calls them. In strip-tease parties, they’re called other things…”

“boobs… tits…” she said haltingly.

The fat man spoke up spoke up for the first time that evening. Nilanjana had thought he was just some sidey of Ustadji. She would realize later that he was the most important man in the group.

“Ustadji, I don’t like all these fancy English words… Hey, Randi - what are they called in Hindi?”

She had to think for a bit “… dudu?”

“He… He… He… dudu??? Maybe if you had a baby he might call them that… but right now they’re just toys for grown men… what are they called?”

Of course, she’d heard the names… she was just hesitant to use them… they sounded so much more vulgar than English.

“…Mere Mammey… um.. umm… meri ch… ch.. chunchiyan?“

The men were laughing throughout at her discomfort...

“OK, now describe them… the size, shape, colour…”

Oh, God... she thought to herself.....

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

The men were laughing throughout at her discomfort...


“OK, now describe them… the size, shape, colour…”

Oh, God… she thought to herself…

“My size is 34C… they are… umm… round… and umm… soft…”

Jo: “Do they sag?”

Ashamed, she said, “they sag a little…”

Vicky: “I bet Kumkum’s tits don’t sag at all… anyway, continue…”

“… ummm… they are fair coloured… milky white…”

Rohits: What about the nipples?

“My nipples are… umm.. big…”

“How big?”

“ummm… maybe 2 inches… and dark pink colored…”

“and the tips – do they stick out?”

“sometimes…”

“are they hard now?”

She knew that all the humiliation and fear had excited her at one level at the same time that she hated it more than she could imagine and that had made her nipple so hard that they hurt…..

She was ashamed that she’d turned into such a slut and that pretty soon all the men would be able to see it… she knew there was no point in denying it…

“…yes…” she whispered softly.

“what? We can’t hear youuuu…..”

“Yes.” She said just a little louder.

“how much?”

“half an inch….” She said softly…

Jo: Come on Vicky bhai… I can’t wait any longer to see them…

Vicky: "Okay, randi bhabhi, now slowly pull down the bra."

A big tear rolled down her cheek.

She slowly lowered her bra.

Inch by inch, more creamy skin came into view. Her audience started cheering…

"That's right, all the way off..."

She stopped just as the areolas were coming into view. She let out a little sob.

"Come on bitch..."

“Ji Maalik….” She replied tearfully, as she continued….

Slowly the material came down.

First the tops, and then the actual protruding nipples themselves came into view.

They stuck out, aroused by the shame. She let out another little sob, as the men burst into a big round of applause…….

“Wah, Wah……”

“Kya baat hai….”

"Just drop it, bhabhi…." Said Vicky.

Slowly, she released the grip her fingers had on the material and let the bra drop to the ground. Her head hung down in shame and she instantly crossed her arms over herself.

"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Vicky. "Look up at us and put your arms down at your sides. Better yet, put your hands on your waist, shoulders back, stick out your tits and keep swinging…..”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Slowly, she released the grip her fingers had on the material and let the bra drop to the ground. Her head hung down in shame and she instantly crossed her arms over herself.


"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Vicky. "Look up at us and put your arms down at your sides. Better yet, put your hands on your waist, shoulders back, stick out your tits and keep swinging…..”

She made a delightful display, standing humiliated like this in front of them.

She could not understand how being put on display like this made her feel so cheap, when she’d been made to do worse things. She couldn’t understand that this psychological humiliation was much worse than physical torture to any decent woman.

For a while all the men just stared at her amazing boobs. They were big and shapely, with just a slight sag, which wasn’t much, considering their size and age.

Then they started commenting on them……

“Oooo… they’re sexy……”

“They’re the best boobs I’ve seen. I want to get them in my mouth…..”

“Look at the nipples….. big and pink….. just like she said….., so beautiful…”

“They look so soft and squeezable…”

Vicky: “Well, Bhabhi, aren’t you going to thank them?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you going to thank them for appreciating your boobs?...”

She was expected to thank them for this ?? But she knew she’d better do as she was told…

“… uh… thank you…”

Vicky: “Thank you… what?”

“… uh… thank you… maalik…”

Rohit replied with feigned politeness: “Well, you’re welcome, darling Randi Bhabhi….”

Vicky cleared his throat… “Ah, Okay, Bhabhi, just a couple of poses.”

She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently, knowly full well that it was very far from ending.

"Lean forward and grab your knees again."

Once again, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts were bare.

"Big smile, Bhabhi ..."

She forced a smile.

She made a wonderful picture with her sexy boobs hanging down and squeezed between her arms…. She saw that all the men rubbed their crotches…

"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."

She tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and the lusty gaze of the men on her huge, nude tits as they rose up with her arms.

"Keep swinging, Randi bhabhi."

She continued to sway her ass and tits to the music, like a cheap bar dancer…

"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."

She slowly rotated her body around, giving her audience a spectacular visual tour of her
sexy body. She came around full circle, still with her hands clasped behind her neck.

"Great, just great...now don't move..."

At a gesture from Vicky, the other guys, except Ustadji and the fat man, got up to and came close to get a good look at her boobs….

Jo said: “They do look soft and squeezable…… and hardly any sag…”

Vicky was looking at them from up close and he caught on to the last remark.

“Yes… they are soft and quite big, but they have hardly any sag… Ustadji, have you ever seen tits this big not to sag?”

Ustadji had kept quiet till now and had been sitting comfortably enjoying the scene. Now he got up and came close to Nilanjana and bent forward to get a close look at her tits, making her very nervous….

“You’re right, boys…. I have seen soft and big boobs that don’t sag, but only on much younger women….”

“hmmm… I wonder……”

Nilanjana had been trying not to listen to this analysis of her tits, as though they were pieces of fruit in a market. Suddenly she was dragged into the discussion….

“Hey Randi, are these tits real … ??”

“What? I don’t understand.” She said – shocked, because she understood perfectly.

“Don’t play games with me, bitch. You know perfectly well what I mean. Have you had your boobs made bigger by plastic surgery?”

“No – of course, not. How can you say that? What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“Well, we already what kind of woman you are, don’t we?” Ustadji said with a smirk. “We only have to look at how hard your nipples are to know that you’re a total Randi…”

Jo: “But Ustadji, how can we tell if they’re real or not? I mean, I’d feel really cheated if we’ve been looking at fake boobs all this while…..”

Ustadji: “That’s a good point, Jo, but an expert can always tell fake boobs from real by feeling them carefully.”

Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled back, with her
big breasts sticking out, nude, like guns on a battleship was shameful enough.

It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was in- standing in nothing but her panties, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled wide apart. Her huge breasts sat there, sticking out rudely, on offer like melons at the market.

Now Ustadji was going to feel her boobs and of course, she knew it would not end there.........

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She was standing at the center of the group of men in only her panties and a dog collar. Her hands were behind her neck, elbows pulled wide apart and her big tits were sticking out.


All the men were staring at her boobs, trying to determine if they were real or fake – i.e. had she had plastic surgery to enhance her boobs?

Vicky: “So, Randi Bhabhi, you claim that these are real boobs?”

“Y… yes, maalik……”

Jo: “I don’t see any scars, Ustadji…”

Ustadji: "Sometimes they're underneath… let’s see…"

During this discussion, Ustadji had moved behind her. Now he stepped up close and Nilanjana could feel his hard dick pressing into her lower back. It had been obvious from the beginning that his dick was not hampered by any underwear. Only the thin material of his lungi separated it from her skin.

She could feel his breath on her neck. It reeked of whiskey….

She felt his hands reach around her underarms. Lightly they touched the underside of her boobs.

Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric shock, and she flinched, but managed to keep herself steady. She didn’t want to give any excuse to them to get angry at her.

She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a piece of fruit. Her face flushed.

"Gawd, they're heavy," said Ustadji… "Let's see the other one…"

She felt another hand lift her right breast.

"Have you ever weighed these beauties, Randi?"

"N...no… maalik…"

Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. The force made her have to take a step back, which pressed her ass against his crotch.

“Looks like this randi is enjoying my attention so much, she’s rubbing her gaand against my dick…” Ustadji said laughing - clearly enjoying himself. “Well, do you see any scars under her tits?”

"Nope, no scars under here."

She stood there as Ustadji squeezed the breasts she was so tantalizingly offering.

"You know the best way to tell?," said Ustadji, releasing them.

"What's that?" asked Vicky.

"You hold them together like this," he said and again reached around from behind.

Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.

She could hear his breathing get raspy as he just played with them for a few moments.

"Then you have to check the nipples." He released her breasts, letting them fall
back into place. Then he began to pinch her nipples, tugging on them. They were already somewhat erect. Quickly, they became fully erect.

“See how fast they became hard?” “That shows how turned on this bitch is…. A total Randi…….”

"They sure look real." offered Jo.

Ustadji went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing them.

"Here, your turn." He told Vicky….

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