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by sexy » 05 Aug 2015 09:33
Amisha slowly came back to her senses with the cold water splashing on her face. The moment she woke up she began begging through her gritted teeth, “PPPLLLLLZZZZZ STTPPPP”, but the Si regained her former activities inside the damsels once tight holes. The dildo was slowly removed from her ass tiwsting and turning as each knob passed her spinchter. The vaccum created by the removal of dildo was creating an tingle that felt as if a thousand needles were stinging her rectum. Amisha grunted and and wailed between her clenched teeth as the Si struck a merciless machine like rythm with the dildo and her hand. The Si's hand would fill Amishas pussy while the twisting dildo left her ass, and vice versa when the monster was invading her ass. Amisha didnt know for how long it continued, as she wasnt now feeling anything in her pussy and ass, just an extremely sore burning sensation which felt as if her insides were on fire. She couldnt control her bowels, nor her cunt muscles as they now succumbed easily to the monstrous invasions. She could feel herself shitting lose pearly white anal juices in copious amounts she had long lost control of her body. To her surprise she was now taking the dildo completely into her ass, even the tennis ball sized knob, she was tired from all this torture, she didnt care about any thing now. She didnt know for how long she stayed on that line between horrible reality and the most blissful unconciousness. All she knew was that she lost her senses sometime.
Another splash of water and she was dragged backed to the officeroom. The si now said in a mocking tone, “you are clean, we couldnt find any contrabands.” Amisha didnt know whether to laugh or cry, “you will now be taken back to the Circles office where you will await your punishment. Now get into the jeep.” Amisha had already had enough of this nightmare, as one of the constable dragged her onto the jeep she protested, “Where are my clothes”, the Si said with a wicked smile, “ the law is the law, it cannot be changed you know, We arent supposed to keep evidence here so we sent it to the circles office immaediately.” Amisha was now totaly broken. The constable forced her into the jeeps back seat, and instead of cuffing her hand together they were cuffed onto the widest spans of the jeep, she then removed the canvas from the back. Amisha was now exposed to the uncensored view of any one who came behind the jeep. Her luscious breasts jingled as the jeep strolled along the rough terrain of the village road, the jeep was going very slowly as per the instructions of the SI, the sincere officer didn't want any harm to come to the Bollywood star. As the jeep strolled on the number of onlookers increased in number. Humbled and humiliated Amisha sat there tears streaming from her eyes, a horrific chill ran through her spine as she thought of the punishments awaiting her in the Circles Office.
By the time the jeep strolled into the Circles office there was a huge crowd gathered there. Clouds of fear began to accumulate in Amishas mind as the constable came to escort her into the station.
Amisha was coming out now pucca nude in front of the whole crowd. Inside the jeep, she atleast had the protection of the door to keep the onlookers eyes from her sweet pussy. Now exposed and vulnerable she began walking to the station, she was walking quite awkwardly, trying to press her thighs together and covering her delicious bosom as she did so. The jeep was stopped far outside the station so that Amisha would have quite a walk to the station.
Inside the station Amisha witnesssed the hottest kiss she ever witnessed in her life. The Si who charged Amisha was smooching a storm out of Amisha's beautiful tormentor. Their lips were locked into vacccum tight seal, his tongue and her tonngue duelling passionately, The SI's cunning tongue was probing her delicate mouth, eliciting moans from th lady SI from time to time. They were togethr in a tight embrace with his rough, strong, ripped arms covering her sexy curves and smoothing out her back, occassionally his hand wandered down further to knead and grope her ass like an expert baker would knead dough for his bread. She was running her hands all over his back, grabbing onto whatever she could hold, the desires inside her causing a delirium. The couple were totally oblivious to Amisha watching their kiss, the constables were hushing up their giggles. The couple stopped their kissing as a jeep arrived, the CI and a troop of male constables came to the station.
The CI's eyes twinkled with lust as he watched Amisha trying to crawl into herself with humiliation. He took a beetel leaf and began to sweeten his mouth sitting on heis chair casually. He called amisha by a gesture of his hand and began to inspect her closely, Amisha cringed with shame. She was abhorring herself for having taken up this trip. The ci finally announced, “you have done a good job, a very good job, just what I expect from my friend's wife.” he said looking at the lady SI. She nodded with a thankful smile. She looked at her husband the oficer who charged Amisha, and asked “what next, what did the panchayath say”. The Ci announced with his mouth full of beetel juice. “Well, she was driving recklessly moreover behaving indecently when she slammed into the only post that gave current to the Dimagidur area, so the Panchayath decided that she must be caned there publicly.” Amisha knees felt wobbly as she fainted onto the constable holding her as she held the second part of the punishment. Amisha was to be taken there on foot, and since she was an indecent girl in the eyes of the panchayath, she was to be stripped and paraded till she reach there.
Amisha was woke up by her name being called by the lady SI, she woke up and begged everyone not to punish her so cruelly, the CI retaliated “ you are the one who chose this way of punishment, slut. Now there is no going back nothing doing”. Amish struggled like a fish out of water as she was dragged out of the station without eeven a thread on her to cover her nubile body. The ice princess in everyones fantasy was being dragged out into the open street in the most disgraceful way any women could ever imagine.
The male SI now folde Amishas arm behind her back and his beautiful, cruel wife now was tying them up the knots made sure poor Amisha's butter globes were thrusting out in a proud way, defying gravity and teasing every cock in the village. A bar was intoduced in between her knees so Amisha could not close her legs. This was exposing her abused and sore pussy to the humid and heated air. To add a finishing touch to Amisha the male SI groped Amishas boobs making them respond to his expert touches, he was massaging her nipples with his tongue making them rock hard. His tongue was like a serpent slithering and sliding as if it had a mind and motive of its own. Amisha almost gasped at his expert tonguing. The lady SI was gently taking teasing light strokes on Amishas pussy with her fingernails, puffing up her long round pussy lips, she parted them with her tongue in a slow smooth lick, to reveal the damsels inside starting to drip her pearly love juices. Amisha looked like a total whore now, stark nude infront of a whole village with her loving every moment of it, or thats how it showed, her nipples rock hard and pussy dripping.
Amids her wild protests and weeps that were waned of by the tight bondage she was held in, Amisha began her walk of shame through the rough roads of the village, to attract further attention the panchayath had employed a drummer. The cops walked her along like a coveted trophy they have earned. The whole village was watching the bollywood star degraded and humbled in the worst possible way. Amisha sobbed as the teens of the village began to grab her tits and squeeze them, the lady SI made sure they had their share of fun before scolding them off. Amisha was stopped at a major junction of the village, this was a border junction with that of the neighbouring village. She was tied to a post there and the male SI told something into the ears of a boy who ran into the next village, to worsen things further she watched with horror as the came back with another crowd from the next village, The SI and CI were chuckling, this was going to be a lot of fun, seriously a lot of fun.
After a grueling hour of humiliating display, tired and broken Amisha reached the place where her punishment was to take place. Under the same post she had rammed her car into. The post stood there as if it was having its revenge on the poor star. The members of the village panchayath were gathered and sitting on chairs in a round waiting for the punishment of the slut, who destroyed their village property. Their civic sense and values stood up bulging from their dothies as they were eagerly waiting for the uncultured brat to be punished. The crowd that gathered was also on a high.
Amisha couldn't believe that the deserted village she drove through had these many inhabitants. On reaching the place in front of the whole crowd of about 250, the fat pig of a CI began to graze his finger through Amisha' s crotch. He declared out loud, it seems as if our cunt wasn't shave n and cleaned properly. The youth of the village eager to see justice served ran to get the village barber. They also bought along a soap and a huge vessel of water.
The next phase of Amisha' s humiliation began with the arrival of the village barber, he began to put up quite a show for the crowd, he was slowly building up the anticipation whetting the desire of the crowd by sharpening his razor on an oil stone. He was creating a thick lather onto his experienced brush with quick strokes. He began to please the crowd by applying cream on the smooth flawless skin on the mons of our damsel. His strokes were so soft and teasing, feather touch would be an underestimation of the art that he was performing on her sweet vulva. The humiliation reached its peek when a weeping Amisha was asked to bend over and part her round soft ass cheeks. She was displaying her self in the most blotted and shameful way possible, she was bending over displaying her nether like an animal to the onlookers and with somebody creaming it up for a shave. To add to the immodesty her long flawless puffy pussy lips were spread apart by the barber in the disguise of lathering. The worst part was that just like the earlier case her body was betraying her. She began to gently move away from the teasing strokes of the brush, almost all strokes ending as if he was trying to insert it into her puckered brown hole. Her hips began to gyrate slowly in a vane attempt to escape his actions which were becoming increasingly skillful. The sensations from her asshole was become too erotic to keep to herself, it felt as if it didn't come from her throat a low needy moan escaped her juicy lips. The slut as now moving her hips faster the barber making her dance to the tune of the brush. The barber decided to step the fun up one step more by adding another brush. This one was more softer than the other one it had hairs on it instead of plastic bristles. He began to lather it right on her throbbing clit. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Amisha couldn't suppress her moans any longer in front of the laughing crowd, like a possessed girl she was bucking her hips in a wild rhythm, her moans were turning into groans and further into screams as she felt her world spinning from the intensity of her approaching orgasm. The waves were so close she could almost feel them ripping her body apart, then it hit her like thousand horses of pleasure galloping out from her pussy to all over her body. She was throwing herself around like a mad girl, if it wasn't for the hands of the SI she would have fallen down. Screaming and thrashing her orgasm slowly came to an end and the reality began to sink in.
The guilt of having done such a perverted act of sex brought fresh tears onto her eyes. She was no longer her snooty self, she loved showing around but this just wasn't the way. This was all soo wrong and her worst worry was that she was starting to enjoy this undignified abuse of her. She was loving the fact that she wasn't in control of the situation, she was feeling such a lot of guilt that her heart was sinking, but this was not her fault she wasn't the one who was having the controls.
Finally, the shave began, the barber stretched her firm soft ass cheeks apart his sharp blade running so cautiously smoothly over her flawless fair skin, it began its descent downwards into the brown dirty valley of her secret opening epilating whatever came in tis way, smoothing out the curves the hair was removed from the crevice of her ass with the precision of a surgeon, his blade continued its journey into the velvety folds of her vulva, her quivering organ was held in his firm hand and with adept trokes he scathed of whatever was left from her previous shave. Within a few minutes Amisha was laid forth, even without the barest cover of her pubic bush, for the depraved eyes of the crowd. Her cleft looked absolutely delicious the whole show had created quite a few wet dothies.
The punishment began after the shave, make her slick the SI ordered the constable, the constables applied oil on her fair skin making it glisten in the humid and heated atmosphere. Amisha was tied on a wooden chair, with her arms tied to the back rest and she was kneeling on the chair in such a way as to expose her rear in the most vulnerable way, her knees were tied to the arm rest of the chair giving everyone an uninterrupted view of her leaky arousal, the anticipation of pain to come was making her sinful pleasures more intoxicating. The lady SI was the one who came out with the cane, she tested its temper a few times by swinging it in the air. The swishing sound was making Amisha so nervous, but her pussy was becoming more and more leakier, the conditions of caning was that Amisha had to count out every stroke loud and clear for the entire crowd to hear, after each stroke she would also have to say a sorry.
The SI took the cane back to enable a full swing of the arm, she aimed at the glistening oiled butt of the Bollystar, the cane came cutting through the air with aloud swooshing sound, THCHACKKKKKK... the cane landed on her butt creating a deep red welt on her ass. The entirety of pain took a while to settle into her senses, Amisha felt as if a fire bolt had struck her ass, she cried out a 'one and sorry' through clenched teeth. The second stroke came just where her butt joins her legs, right on the curve, Amisha couldn't hold back her scream this time, She screamed her lungs out, the entire villagers were happy to see justice served in the most raw way. Amisha' s scream shook the entire village by the time the number of stroke reached a dozen, she was now constantly weeping and begging to stop the cruel punishment. The tender flesh of her ass had never taken a beating before, let alone a cane. The overload of pain on her ass made her feel dizzy. Amisha could barely count out the thirteenth stroke. The SI stopped suddenly and asked the villagers" did you hear a thirteen, or sorry". The villagers shouted out NO in unison. Amisha blabbered out a few buts but even she knew it wasn't going to help her. The SI said " Looks like we have to start all over again". Amisha has never heard something so shocking before.
The unforgiving caning began once again, stroke by stroke Amisha felt her tender butt and her mind surrendering to the excruciating pain, she was now praying to her new goddess the lady SI to stop punishing her. The cries of Amisha were like music to the ears of the slightly sadistic women, she was so turned on by the power and control she had over the beautiful maiden. Her strokes increased in their cruelty as the caning was raching an end she took full swings with as much power as she could muster. Amisha was screaming her lungs out, each stroke bringing a more louder and tortured scream from her. Amisha was feeling like an 8 year old girl punished in front of the class. Her most immodest fears were coming true as her bladder suddenly lost its control with the twentieth stroke. Amisha hung her head down, humbled. The entire crowd was bashing her dignity with their inconsiderate laughs. As the last drops of her pee finished humiliating her, Amisha was untied. Amisha could barely stand straight, she was standing bent as the pain from her ass radiated all over her back and legs.
The male SI now took a bottle of Dettol and applied it on her lacerated ass, as the chemical met the blood red welts on her ass Amisha was screaming in agony. It felt as if the burning sting of the Dettol would never stop, as Amisha fell down on the rough village soil and wriggled. The crowd was given a finishing show as Amisha was bathed in front of everyone. The male SI made sure her crotch was washed thoroughly with his rough hands. Amish squirmed and squealed as her ass was washed with cold water. By the that time the sun was setting and the villagers were heading back home after the most entertaining day of their simple lives. As they left Amisha was lying tired on the floor of the police jeep, she was unable to sit on the seat. She noted with despair that none of the crowd had a dry dothy.
Amisha was to spent the night on the ladies police station till midnight when her punishment would be over, she was led to her lock up. The pungent smell struck her nose like a blow the smell of piss in the room was horrible. It actually smelled like a public urinal left unwashed for years. Amisha felt like nauseating as she looked at the walls of the lock up. The room was having steel bars as the door, the room had a slight slope and the slope ended in a drain, like the setup of a cattle shed. The walls were covered with moss and slimy dirt, the room was running astray with disgusting insects and worms Amisha even found a leech from the floor. There was a few rat moles as well. Amisha was standing reluctant at the door, afraid to say that she can't sleep here. The SI asked in a loud voice “ whats the matter” Amisha couldn't reply anything but a “nothing madam” despite her fears and disgust. Amisha was given a piece of A4 paper and a bottle, Amisha looked at the constable who delivered it questioningly, reading the confusion on Amisha' s face the constable said with a grin “ OH, thats your toilet, You shit in the paper and you pee in the bottle”. Amisha didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she heard the constable. She was forced into the indignation of having to pee into a bottle in font of the constables and the SI. The bottle was about to be filled when the SI warned her not to spill a drop on the floor. Amisha further had to face the humiliation of emptying out the bottle and peeing again. Amisha was too tired to be bothered about the dirty lock up, she curled up besides the obnoxious inmates of her cell to drift off into a land of peace. She was sleeping like a baby.
Amisha was having a horrible nightmare as she slept, she was dreaming of more punishments, humiliations in front of everyone and further sex in public before everyone. She had the face of both the SI 's in her dream flashing like a horrible link between her dream and reality. They were torturing her like anything in public in her dream. Amisha was writhing and begging for mercy as the dreams brought her into a delirium. After 5o' clock everyone in the ladies police station has left except for the SI. Amisha didn't know when she woke up she was screaming from the horrid whipping in her dreams, when she did so. Amisha was curling up on the floor, she was afraid even to sleep, even her dreams were tormenting the poor beauty, she had suffered for all her sins in this life in this single day. She was sobbing scared of herself scared of everything, even scared of sobbing louder because of fear of further punishments. She couldn't even think of praying. Helplessly she laid there on the floor weeping and sobbing silently to herself. She slowly drifted of into another sleep but was suddenly shaken back with another of those terrible nightmares. She was sucking her thumb like a baby as she woke up.
She felt a soothing hand on her body gently stroking her manes delicately and stroking her abused body in a very caring way. She turned around to look into the eyes of the SI who was looking at her with such a beautiful smile on her face. Amisha was on the brink of weeping and saying something, the goddess put a finger on the pulpy lips of Amisha to hush her up. Words flowed between their eyes, the eyes of the tormentor and her victim. Amisha didn't know where along these moments had she lost control of her mind, where along these moments had she completely surrendered to her beautiful tormentor. She laid in the strong yet gentle arms of her new mistress enjoying the warmth of her consolation and the comfort of her soft flesh. Amisha was slightly aroused, even the very presence of the lady SI making her womanly folds tingle in anticipation. She forgot her pains, her fears she was completely oblivious of the world, all she knew was that she wanted to be with her mistress, the new goddess who entered her life like a storm. Amisha looked into the eyes of the SI with a longing, a longing she felt from the core of her being. She felt void she needed to be completed and completed badly. Amisha was genly lifted from the floor, it was then that she observed the male SI was standing besides her. Her heart felt so light as she was being lifted off in his strong arms.
Amisha was placed on the lap of the lady SI in the jeep, the damsels ass was burning from pain, she winced sudden tears sprung from her beautiful eyes. The lady SI kissed them away, Amisha was confused she couldn't believe that somebody who tortured her so hard could be so soft. The ride to their house was a short one, The male SI carried her to their bedroom and placed her on the soft bed. Amisha looked around the bedroom was designed with a subtle taste, the room was having wooden shelves and a cupboard, the bed she laid on, was the softest quail feathers and the bed was king sized. The bed was covered with a red bedspread which added further sexiness to the room. It had a bathroom attached to it and the bathroom contained a Jacuzzi in it. There was a TV kept in such a way as to see from both the bed and the bathroom. There was something kinky and sexy in the very atmosphere of the room, something so obvious yet so hidden . She looked with fascination as the lady SI was peeled off her clothes in a slow tantalizing manner, as her husband removed each piece of cloth from her lovely body, she blushed to a richer shade of crimson. Amisha couldn't believe that she would see her mistress blushing like a newly wed bride on her wedding day. The range of emotions flashing on the face of the lay SI was amazing Amisha. The SI began to remove his shirt and pants, soon all of the were stark nude. Amisha was gently led into the warm water of the tub by the lady SI her husband was bubbling the water up.
Amisha stood in between the couple shying as both of them laved their expert attention on her flawless body. She was turning towards the wife the husband washing her soft round ass which even after all the abuse meted out to it, stood proud and defiant. Her supple flesh give way to the gentle caress of his rough hands, meanwhile her splendid boobs were being generously washed by the wife. She took utmost care in washing Amisha' s erect pink nipples and soft areaola. Her nipples were now stiff and rock hard. She couldn't help herself from moaning as the expert caressing continued without any hurry. The intensity of caress increased as time went on their arms grazing with finesse over the well marked contours of her body. Amisha was moaning with uncontrollable desires as she felt her body being burned by a cool fire wherever they touched. She was undulating to their touches dancing to the rhythm of their hands. Amisha' s pussy was begging for attention, but her master and mistress kept up the tease, their hands came so tantalizingly close to her pussy and would leave without giving it the slightest of attention. Amisha was voicing her complaints and desires as she begged through her moans. Amisha was thrashing around with need, she felt like a slut wanting only to satisfy her desires nothing else was their in her mind, she was becoming a puppet to her own growing sexual need. As the nails of SI slowly craled over her spine Amisha screamed out her passionate desires. His wife complemented hes touches perfectly, they were experts in using other women as a team, in fact that was the only thing they loved like each other. Amisha' s knees felt wobbly as she wailed desperately for a touch in her pussy, she begged and prayed for a release, her voice arousing and motivating her masters to further torment her with pleasure.
Amisha was made to sit on the tub facing the lady SI on the lap of her husband the SI, he began to gently stroke her breast from behind as his wife gently licked her nipples. Amisha was moaning with a wild abandon. The kneading began to intensify, Amisha squirmed in his strong hands, the lady SI made Amisha' s nipples erect and rock hard with her cunning tongue. She nibbled on them it was the maximum Amisha could take as her sensitive bosom gave in to the unyielding attention of the couple, she ricocheted in throes of her orgasm, undulating her whole body in waves perfectly in sync with the merciless contractions of her violent orgasm. Even as the tremors of the pleasure Amisha just felt was leaving her body, the couple was slowly shifting their attention downwards. Their fingers worked the black magic of pleasures into the plush meat of their submissive captive. Amisha was made to stand again as the SI laved praise on her buxom ass with his crafty tongue the same was happening on Amisha' s toned abs as his wife was eating her navel with desperation. They moved together as a team to plunder her holes, both brown and pink with their tongues.
The SI began his task by giving a long lick along her ass crack, Amisha shivered in pleasure as it gave a quick stab on her puckered dirty shitter. He began to shrink his attentions in eternally slow unhurried licks towards her ass hole, Amisha was begging them already, trying to push both of their heads with her lovely hands into the weak spots of her need. A long moan escaped her lips as his tongue made its first attempt to dig into her anus. Amisha was in heat her desires overflowing shamelessly. His tongue was not one to give up easily, drawing back it tried with short quick strokes all around her anus, her dirty hole was winking unable to resist the invasion, but its tightness not allowing it to open up like her counterpart in front, finally after a lot of teasing, the tongue invaded like a worm into her dirty rectal canal, Amisha arched her back with the irresistibly tempting sensations his thick rough tongue was producing in her unexplored holes.
Meanwhile, the lady SI started of her share of fun by long lick from her perineum to Amisha' s clit, the moment her smooth soft tongue brushed against her clit Amisha bucked out, further pushing the SI' s tongue into her sphincter. The lady SI began the cruel tease by licking around her vulva, along the ridges of her delicious pussy making it turn red with her steamy young blood pumping relentlessly into the softest part of her anatomy. Amisha was thrashing around and wailing as her tormentors tongue slithered onto her long round lips, she kissed on them with passion, gently drawing in the puffy lips and massaging it with her tongue. Amisha screamed as The Si now began to wriggle his tongue like an eel caught in a net. Amisha wanted this to never stop. The lewd pleasure of her masters tongue in her ass made Amisha dance with pleasure. The lady SI' s tongue now slithered into her quivering cunt, AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH was the only thing Amisha could say as her pleasures augmented multiple times. She was now bucking her hips and pushing her butt and pussy into the mouth of the assaulter s alternatively, her eyes were rolled back into her head. She was seeing fireworks, she didn't even know for how long she was in that wonderful pre orgasmic trance. Like a giant tethered to a rope she was needing release, her insides were on temper like a wound spring waiting to unwind and explode her unbound energy everywhere. Amisha kept on blabbering incoherent sentences as the couple moved their tongue to milk maximum pleasure out of the slut. Amisha was feasting in the most extravagant sexual delicacy she ever experienced, two motivated passionate tongues slithering and wriggling deep inside her most sensitive holes exploring her most secret spots and violating them repeatedly and untiringly. Amisha thought at each point that this was her sexual zenith and the couple kept on proving her again and again taking her to new pinnacles of sexual frenzy. The lady now began to lap Amisha' s clit bathing it with her soft sides, Amisha never longed for something more in her life, but this one orgasm, just one. Her insides were burning with desire. Each touch of the couple burnt her skin like a cool fire. Amisha went over the moment the lady and her husband inserted their fingers into her holes, they did it in perfect sync, their fingers drawing strange patterns in her sensitive spots, that drove the slut into wilder passions. Amisha couldn't sustain her breathing properly, she has never been so delightfully teased and aroused in her entire life. She knew that the first waves were coming, the couple has finally showed mercy to her eager body. But that was the only thing she could remember as the next wave of intense size washed over her body ripping her apart. All the nerves in her body screamed out their complaints, she was never this overloaded with sensations. She was not knowing what was happening to her body, like a bursting dam she was exploding again and again and again till she finally drifted off into a soothing exhausted trance like state.
She was only semi conscious when the couple toweled her dry, she was then tied to a chair like the time when she was whipped. Amisha woke up hearing hushed up giggles of the wife who was enjoying her husband s attention. He was kissing and nibbling on his wife who was so submissively and mischievously gobbling up his need for her reveling and relishing every moment of it. They came towards the tied up Amisha when she finally was awake from her trance, Amisha tried in vain to struggle against her bonds as she remembered her previous experience. This time Amisha was wet like anything, her heart was almost craving for the kiss of her mistresses whip, but she was having her dignity to keep so she kept up her struggle. Her struggles just made her ass wiggle invitingly for the couple as they enjoyed the fear and frustration of their magnificent slave. Then the lady took it out from inside the cupboard, a 20” long leather covered riding crop. The tip of the crop was rough leather knot. The lady SI was looking more beautiful than ever, Amisha couldnt take her eyes of her mistress, she was dressed in black satiny night gown that reached her mid thighs, the garment had a lot of lace in it which made it even more seductive. It gracefully hugged her ample curves not too tight but enough to wet your appetite. Her husband was now wearing just a pyjama, his ripped body looking so tempting. His chest was wide and chiselled and he had a washboard abs, but what really stole Amishas heart was the way helooked into her eyes, his jet black eyes twinkled with a devilish mischievous glint. Amisha could only imagine the thoughts that went beneath those deep pools of oil, as he looked onto her eyes like a tiger looking at a captured doe. Amisha couldnt even look into his eyes, she was breathing heavily, they werent doing anything to her but their mere presence made her quim quiver with excitement. Amisha was getting incredibly wet with each step they took towards her. It was all so tantalizing so seductive, each eye contact they made, every smile they gave made amisha sink deeper into a sensual sea.
The lady finally broke the silence, “Time for educating the bad girl” she said to her hubby, looking into her slaves eyes, her eyes burning with a strange mix of care, lust and wickedness. Amisha didnt knew what to do next as she gently massage her ass then said to her hubby, “ her ass is so badly sore”, “use her soles then” the reply from her hubby pleased her so much, she knew it he was the perfect master, the perfect lover, a perfect husband, he completed her in every way. The crop rested gently on Amisha s soles teasing and tickling her foot. The lady drove the whip around the arches of her heel and closely scrutinized her soft feet which were tied together and with her soles facing the roof. Amisha looked away from her mistress and her whip to face her masters cock. It wasnt huge it was just about 7.5” maybe 8”, but it had veins running around it, some bulging as if they were about to burst. His cock was perfectly steady, the throbbing and pulsing showed it was still a cock, no matter how disciplined it was. Amisha without even being ordered parted her luscious lips gently, her master was pleased he announced what she did to his wife, the couple laughed but Amisha was ashamed about her own behavior, but she didnt want to change it, this is what she was actually on the inside a craving wanton slut who wants to do whatever her masters commanded her to do, whatever to please them. The SI thrust in his hard prick gently in between her pulpy lips, they too were quivering like their sisters in between her thighs. Amishas tongue played with the bottom of his cock, she was trying to pleasure him with all her skills, she was gently teasing his tip, Amisha had to catch her breath her excitement was too much, her hear was beating like a drum. Then it occurred as she took her breath his cock went out of her mouth, the reaction was almost instantaneous she heard the sound of the crop whistling through the air and land on the sole of her feet with a loud crack. Amisha thought the pain she got from whipping her ass was too much, but she never imagined that whipping her soles could be even worse. The pain took a few seconds to fully register into her brain. After this delay Amisha gave out the loudest scream of her life, tears streamed down her eyes. There was a smile on the face of her master, the lady gently whispered into Amishas ears bending close to her face, close enough for her breaths to caress her slaves neck, “ Rule No: 1, never take the cock out of your dirty mouth while you are pleasuring your master. NEVER” she emphasized the last word with another fire bolt from her crop on Amishas feet. Amishas screams were muffled by the cock of her master this time, as Amisha continued to slobber on his dick with ardent devotion and care, came the next thunderous strike on Amishas feet, Amisha winced in pain she loathed this cruel pain like anything but with all her heart from deep inside her core she craved for it. This time the mistress whispered again “ Rule No:2 the balls are also part of your masters cock attend to them without hesitation”. Again the lashes whistled through the air and landed on her feet Amisha found it hard to move down to his balls without taking her tongue off her masters rock hard dick. Whenever her tongue lost contact with the cock, her mistresses cruel crop made another excruciating lash on her sole. The game continued on and on Amisha was now sucking like a starving calf on her masters cock, her lips forming a tight 'O' ring and smoothly glided over the satiny skin of her masters cock, with each stroke she took his cock deeper into her mouth till it touched the back of her throat. Amishas gag reflex made her almost spit out his throbbing log. The wife came close to Amishas face now, Amisha increased the vigor with which she was devouring his cock, her moving to ad fro over his cock in a blur. The lady pushed Amishas head further onto her husbands cock almost choking her, the Sis strong hand assisted her in the endeavor, inch by inch Amishas throat was being invaded by the well sized log. Amisha struggled for breath as with a final push he buried his cock down to its hilt into her sweet mouth. Amisha was deepthroating for the first time in her life her throat was revolting about the alien invader stretching it to its limit. Soon Amisha started to take it down her throat with ease, after all she was born to do it or thats how she felt at the moment. She was laboriously lathering up her masters cock, he began to throb more violently indicating his fast approaching orgasm, Amisha now doubled her effort, her mouth sucking lie vacuum cleaner. Pearls of perspiration were on the three of the Amisha was glistening in thin sheen of sweat that covered all her body. She was now having only one thing in her mind the orgasm of her master she was determined to give it to him at any cost, her mistress was now whipping her like a possessed woman. Amisha didnt care about the pain now, in fact she longed for it, it was adding a new tangy flavor to the extremely delicious pleasure she was basking in. her mistress now aimed at the joint of her toes and feet, the pain was excruciating yet so delicious, Amisha heard her masters guttural moan of delight as his spunk filled her mouth, gobbling his gooey seeds like a wanton whore, Amisha was moaning and begging with her mouth full with such abandon from the mix of pleasure and pain she was suffering. As the next lash lacerated her soft soles, Amisha dived deep into the depths of her next Orgasm, Amisha was wondering how many times could a girl cum with such intensity, as her body gently recovered from her latest orgasm. She was now untied and again tied to the soft bed, she was spread wide her perfectly shaved glistening wet soppy cunt offered to her ravishers. Her arms were tied together and then to the bed posts. Her master took position at her pussy and her mistress was straddling her face. The sexy night gown was lifted a bit to reveal her mistresses wet cunny, it had a patch of curly hair above he clit on her mons, the rest of her muff was perfectly shaven, she suspected her masters artifice behind it. It was the first time Amisha was seeing another girls pussy so close, but she didnt feel any aversion towards it. She was couldnt actually wait to get it. Amisha told her mistress in a shy hushed up way “ this is my first time with a girl , mistress”, her mistress was delighted she gave her a reassuring kiss and then told her “ you do to mine whatever you want me to do to yours” the explanation was simple and complete. Amisha felt content at the way she was going to be filled at both ends of her body. Amisha took a deep breath as her mistresses sweet quim now ever so slowly was coming to her mouth. The moment it was on her mouth Amishas tongue stabbed into her quivering lips. Her mistress clutched her perfect milky globes at the sudden intrusion into her wet twat. Amisha was as skilled at licking as she was at sucking. Within no time Amisha had her mistress aroused and on the edge of her orgasm. As her cunning tongue probed and liked and tickled her mistresses never drying spring of ambrosia, she wailed and moaned like a banshee. With her tongue diving deep into her mistresses cunt, Amisha played her like a musical instrument, eliciting sweeter more urgent moans from her.
The Si was watching how beautifully Amisha delighted his wife, he decide to join their game as his cock recovered and was fully erect even without a touch, the sight before him was so erotic. He smiled to himself as he remembered how much time it would take for him to cum again.
The SI s tongue once again began its erotic journey up Amisha' s creamy thighs. His attentions on her soft inner thighs undivided and non compliant. His tongue etched erotic poems that shamed Casanova onto her thighs, arousing moans from the doe who was long lost in the cleft between her mistresses thighs. Amisha' s needs were again moving on to another horizon, the tease on her thighs were incredibly subtle, with mastered strokes of his tongue he was quickly making Amisha that cheap wanton whore again. Amisha groaned and thrust her hips up to push his tongue into her pussy, her desires were on new high. He finally obliged by pushing it into her hot moist cavern of lust. Amisha' s moans reflected her sudden satisfaction as his tongue imbued her insides. His tongue was writing new versions of Kamasutra onto the lusty folds of her throbbing pussy. Amisha' s pelvis gyrated in tune with her masters tongue as he drove her to near madness. He again began his tease, the black magic of his tongue, like a cobra dancing to the tunes of a charmer his tongue slithered and tickled her insides, ever so slowly climbing up to deeper depths. Amisha was devastated, her tongue lost control, she was just going with the tune her master played in her pussy and imitating in a madder more frenzied version inside her mistresses love box. Both the girls were screaming and thrashing wildly on the mouth of their assaulter s. they both were now whimpering like a puppy as the sensations in them got better of them, her mistress arched her back, clutching on Amisha' s globes, madly kneading and mauling them like a dough, she screamed out her most intimate desires. Amisha too was long lost in the ecstasy as she arched her back driving all her desires in an insane way into her mistresses now dripping pussy. Both of the clutched whatever their hand could grab as they reached the peak of their sexual arousal, both of them gave an ethereal moan from their sweet mouths as wave after wave of strong pleasure ravished their lovely plush flesh. The lady SI was insanely calling the name of her mate like she was chanting her favorite hymn. Amisha was screaming out incoherent sentences in the throes of her pleasure. Her screams were muffled by her mistresses delicious pussy, never in her life had she tasted something so palatable. She was satisfied already beyond her wildest fantasies she couldn't ask for more. But little did she know that it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Even before Amisha fully recovered from her tremors the SI began entering her sweet pussy with his thick log, as the thick 7.5'” inches filled her pussy Amisha just couldn't help but moan anew. Her mistress slowly unmounted her face and began to focus her skills and attentions on her lovely butter globes, the couple laughed heartily when they saw how Amisha had tore the red satiny bedspread during the high tides of her pleasure. Amisha blushed to a deep crimson on seeing what she just did. She eked out a shy sorry. Her mistress kissed her on her lips gently sucking in her fleshy lower lips and massaging it with her tongue. Amisha' s lips vibrated, erotically arousing her as her mistress hummed with her hips lips locked onto hers. The lady forced her tongue into Amisha' s parting eager lips, with consummate skills she charmed out Amisha' s tongue like a snake out of its hole. Even before the ladies knew they were engaged in a passionate duel with their tongues, Amisha felt that her mistress and masters kiss just didn't stir her emotions or pleasure but her soul. This must be what they call a soul kiss, Amisha was relishing her first soul kissing, never letting her mistresses tongue get out of her mouth, she was sucking the soft organ like she was blowing a cock.
The SI began with gentle strokes of his cock never letting his beautiful slave enjoy his thick cock fully. He was definitely not the biggest cock that Amisha took but it was in some strange hidden way the best. The SI was totally lost in his thrust yet in full control of his actions as he raised one of Amisha' s legs to his shoulder and let the other be bent at her knee, then with one smooth slow thrust he buried his cock into the hilt of Amisha' s pussy. She could feel his tip almost touching her cervix. His thrusts were lapping on Amisha' s clit like a wave lashing on the shore. He was never in a hurry he kept up the variety in his strokes. Amisha felt each thrust he made was arousing a new feeling in her, each sensation he produced stirred a different emotion. His cock fully buried in her pussy he gyrated his hips in a slow circle. He licked and devoured in Amisha' s toes at the same time, his cool tongue was lapping on her fresh welts, soothing and relaxing her in the most innovative way she ever experienced. He sucked inher toe and blew it like a cock. Amisha twisted and turned on the soft bed her whole body so unbelievably aroused all her emotions were so confusingly stirred and mixed with his cock, his tongue and with his fingernails which etched strange drawings onto her flawless flesh. His wife now gently moved her hand to her clit, with soft adept strokes she teased Amisha' s clit. Gauging the depth of her moans and the urgency in her cries the couple varied the pace of their fucking, making Amisha stand on the very brink of the most wild pleasure she ever experienced. Amisha really wished her hands werent tied up, if she had the least control on her situation she would have masturbated furiously. She was loving her own helplessness, bound by love and ropes she could only wish her masters would be merciful on her. She could only plead them and beg them like a bitch in heat to relieve her from the torment of this pleasure. She could only wish like a cheap cum slut that she would be let to cum. She was twinning with pleasure as his thrusts found a unique rhythm, like a fucking machine that never tires yet like an artist whose strokes are never the same her master kept up his crafted cock fucking her pussy to new sexual pinnacles with each stroke. Amisha begged for mercy, she pleaded like a whore shamelessly, begging for release as her mistress increased the friction on her clit and now with frenzied frantic circles tortured her clit. The SI s thrusts were now hard and long, filling and emptying her so extremely. Each of these made her swing back and forth with completely opposite emotions. Her body, soul and emotions shot her forward into the Eden of desires yet again. She was experiencing a new kind of orgasm, one which was so fulfilling and satisfying, the pleasures permeated deep into her core trickling down the ecstasy to every single nerve ending. Amisha felt saturated for the first time in her life. She felt so complete but her master took her into different positions she never even thought of, and her mistress complementing her husband with her cunning tongue and skillful fingers taking pleasure to places were she was untouched and sometimes overloading places which were already on the brink. Amisha was astonished by her masters stamina as he took her to an erotic dance shifting from one posture to another and selflessly delighted her. Amisha stopped counting her orgasms, they kept on coming one after the other, like the unending waves of the sea.
Amisha was gently lifted up with her knees bent, she was suspended on her masters shoulder as she was siting on him like she was climbing a tree, she suddenly felt her anus being touched with a cold lube. She winced as the sudden cold contradicted the heat in her flesh. Amisha looked with wide eyes as she saw her mistress wearing a huge strap on, she whispered in her ears naughtily, “surprise.... this should tighten you up a bit further for my hubby”. Amisha' s pussy was now sluggishly holding onto her masters cock, a whole day of fucking had made it so tired to clutch onto her masters cock, it was leaking her pearly love juices almost continuously. The fluids now coated her thighs fully. Her mistress violated her ass sphincter so gently, she wasnt a skilled fucker like her husband, but the huge size of the dildo buried deep in her ass was making Amisha overwhelmingly filled. The couple finished their fucking with strokes that complemented each others filling and evacuating her holes completely. Amisha though exhausted reacted violently to the pleasures her hypersensitive pussy and her ass gave her. Her juices gushed and drooled all over the invading members. She was now just a moaning hot mess. She was no longer caring about anything in this world but the pleasures her master and mistress gave her. She kept on begging and pleading in the most obscene language she ever spoke, each of her begging making her feel more degenerated and slutty. She was totally in love with her new self, this new found freedom of submitting to her desires fully and uninhibitedly. She was at peace with herself, she has finally discovered the true Amisha.
Amisha remembered it all like a dream when she woke up lazily from the soft bed, late the next day. Her mistress beautiful as always was sitting besides her, she was in that uniform which Amisha dreaded and loved at the same time. Her boobs looked as if it needed to be released from the cruel confines of her bra and shirt. She gave Amisha a hot cup of coffee with a smile. Amisha blushed as a fleet of memory came back to her. The SI came to the room, he was just like when Amisha first saw him. Amisha couldn't face the couple, her cheeks were crimson. They both kissed her cheeks. Amisha finished her coffee and was going for a bath, with the most embarrassing gait. She wasnt able to keep her feet together, not even a feet apart as her insides burned. The welt on her soles bought tears to her eyes as she went to the tub and had a soothing bath. She had a slight headache, she dressed up and reluctantly headed to her car. Which was right on the couples courtyard. She bade them goodbye with tears streaming from her eyes. The lady SI too couldn't hold back a few tears as the most pleasing slave she ever had was leaving her. Her husband hugged her and consoled her. Amisha drove off quickly, she knew if she waited a moment longer she would never be able to leave the couple who showed her, her true self.
Back in Mumbai the first thing Amisha did after her unforgettable tours were to check out the underground BDSM clubs in Mumbai. She couldn't wait to get back to her true self again. She was taken and used by men and women in such clubs, she didn't know how many masters she served. Sometimes she would serve multiple masters. But with all of these happening it was only Amisha' s body that was satisfied by them, none and absolutely none could imbue the soul of the wannabe damsel in distress. Weeks passed like that and weeks became months, but the void in her heart was still needing to be filled.
By the time it was three months, she had altogether stopped visiting those clubs. She loathed her greedy masters and mistresses who could never bring her true pleasure, they were too greedy about their own pleasure and so undisciplined. Most of them just raped Amisha without any mercy, never even knowing what her heart desired. Even the enormous amount of cash she earned from this process couldn't change her mind, enough was enough. She had to be content with the memories her true master and mistress had left her with. She masturbated on them, and even those memories bought her more pleasure than the stupid jerks and bitches she tried to hook up with.
After about six months she was busying through and methodically thanking her fans for their SMS well wishes. None of them she actually cared for, none of them actually cared for her too, she thought painfully. The next SMS she noticed was very short, that was the only reason she looked into that one, the other ones were monotonously describing her beauty, acting etc. the moment she looked into it her heart stopped, after sometime she had to remind herself that she had to breathe in order to survive. It was a short phrase, but she knew this was going to change her life forever and ever. The SMS from the unknown number read,
“ WE HAVE BEEN TRANSFERRED TO MUMBAI.”
