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 Prelude: I will be continuing the story where WS left off.
For those who came in late: This story is about the (by now forgotten)
Bollywood starlet Diya Mirza.  Since Diya's all so prim and propah, she
does not succumb to the casting couch.  This brews trouble for her in the
form of Nana, a specialist, who's main job is to break the will of stubborn
bitches.  Diya is hence kidnapped and brought to a remote location, where
she suddenly finds herself surrounded by some of her colleagues from BW. 
They are: Jackie Shroff, Madhavan, Hrithik, Sharukh, and Johnnie Lever. 
Avsar ki shobha badhate hue: Nana (the SlaveMaker) and Vivek (Diya's

imaginary BF).  At the point where we left off, Nana had ordered Diya to be
hung up, so they could take a few liberties with her!

   Chapter 5 Hangin' Out with Diya!

   Diya was still struggling.  By now she was sure this man who was called
Nana, was a maniac.  That her boyfriend was part of this cruel setup was
still understandable, but what was a gentleman like Hrithik doing amongst
these leering bastards?  His Jockeys in her mouth were making it difficult
for her to breathe.  Actually it wasn't so much a physical problem, as a
mental one.  Even when she was raped, Diya hadn't felt so humiliated. 
These guys were treating her like she were a plaything.

   Vivek was tying up her hands now.

   "What are you doing?  MORON?" Nana snarled.

   "Sir, you said you wanted to hang her up, so I was tying her wrists...."
Vivek meekly submitted.

   Nana got up from his bean bag.  He walked up to Diya and grabbed her
hair in a bunch.  "Haven't you noticed that this little waif has such
lovely shining hair?  When are you going to put it to use?  Hang her up by
it!" Saying so, he started to lift Diya off the ground, by her hair.  It
hurt, and Diya was yelling!  But all that was heard was a muffled "MMMMPF!
MMMMPF!".  A nice, long and thick rope was brought out, and Diya's hair was
tied in a knot with it.  The other end of the rope was thrown over a beam
under the ceiling.  That end was then tugged.  If Diya didn't want her hair
to be pulled out by the roots, she'd have to stand, and so she did.  All
this while, the others we holding her hands down, tight.  Diya was hoisted
higher and higher.  Her toes were now barely touching the floor.  At this
point Nana ordered the hoisting be stopped.  The free end of the rope was
tied to a pillar.  Next, her hands were cuffed.  A rope was passed thru the
centre and her hands were pulled above her head as well.  But the hands
weren't taking the weight, the hair still was.  Diya was now completely
suspended with her toes scraping the floor.  Then as if to check her
endurance, Nana ordered that her feet be pulled apart.  Now she was only
supported by her hair.  Diya wished she'd just pass out.  But she didn't.
Not just yet...

   Nana had meticulously planned everything.  He ordered Vivek to bring in
two stools that he had kept in the adjacent room.  These two stools were
placed under Diya's parted legs and then she was hoisted so that her toes
were now just touching the stools.  She looked like an inverted 'Y'

   Parting her legs had left Diya's quim open for public inspection.  It
was a well covered patch, with golden brown hair, but it was trimmed nicely
(Diya couldn't have it show through her bikini bottoms, could she?).  Nana
didn't have a thing for pubic hair though.  Especially not on elfish girls
like Diya.  If they were fat, then it kinda went with the entire body
structure (For Nagma, he'd used a hedge trimmer, she had so much hair, it'd
put a Sardar to shame!).  But when the girl was thin, then he liked a nice
bald cunt.  The crack then looked likes a fountain pen nib, and innocent as
hell!

   "Boys, Diya's got a nice pair of lips between her feet...  The problem
is, there's a beard covering them.  I think it's time we plucked the
chicken!"

   This met with a hearty approval from everyone, except of course, Diya.
She stared at them with horror in her eyes!

   Nana came towards her.  He caught a few golden brown curls between his
thumb and index finger.  Her unrolled the curls as her pulled away the hair
from the body.  The hair was almost an inch and a half in length.  Then he
let go of the tendrils.  He now caught some of the strands near the lips.
These were newer, and shorter.  He played with these as well.  Then
suddenly he yanked the tendrils hard, and right off the body.  Diya had
never felt so much pain in her life!  Involuntarily, she kicked into the
air because of the pain.  It was only then that she realised what a stupid
thing that was to do.  Her feet were now off the ground, and she hung in
the air with her hair.  Nana smiled at her mockingly.

   "Stupid female, really, really stupid!"

   Hrithik and Vivek stepped forward to help Diya.  (Ah, the kind souls!)
But a gesture of the hand by Nana stopped them.  Diya hung like a child's
toy.  Her head was held upright and she stared into the cold eyes of Nana.
He let her be that way for about a minute and then motioned to Hrithik and
Vivek to stabilise her again.  They pulled her legs apart, but this time
they were pulled apart wider.  Diya's hamstring muscles were pulled taut
and could be seen forming hollows near her crotch.  She was clearly in
immense pain.

   "Go on guys, pluck the chicken!" Nana urged.  And of course they went.
Each of them pulled and tugging at Diya's carpet, making her balder by the
moment.  Diya had learnt by now.  She didn't kick anymore, but that didn't
mean the pain was any lesser...  Every time her hair was plucked, her hips
rocked to and fro.  It was quite an entertaining dance.  Jackie's huge
hands allowed him to pull out bunches at a time.  Surely she was losing
hair...  But it was still slow.

   "Stop guys!  This'll take all night, and we have much more interesting
things to do!" Nana ordered.  "But how do we get rid of the rest of the
hair?  Hmmmm.  I have an idea.  How 'bout Tandoori pussy for dinner?  I
think we'll burn off the rest of her hair!"

   No one said anything.  The idea was a little to sadistic for them, but
they knew Nana's methods.  They daren't speak or the next thing they'd find
was Suzanne and Gauri on opposite ends of a log thrust up their asses. 
Nana started laughing.  Diya was sure he'd gone crazy!  "Did you guys
really think I'd spoil such a fine specimen and burn her?  Hell, I didn't
even do that to Amisha, though I hated her Gujju guts!  We'll just wax off
the rest of her fur!".

   SRK was the first to break the silence.  "Sh-Sh-Sh-Shall I bring the
wax?" he asked.

   "No need!  We'll ask our first guest for the evening to bring it to us.
Make that one of the first graduates of the Bollywood Slave Academy (BSA).
Come in Slave!" Nana bellowed.

   All eyes turned towards the gorgeous creature that walked through the
door.  She stood looking at them fluttering her eyes, batting her eyelids.
Every guy from eight to eighty was fida over this beauty, and here she was,
dressed in little else than a black veil over her stunning face.  Everyone
in the room looked at her with awe.  Madhavan even had his tongue hanging
out!  Everyone, except, that is, Nana.

   "Slave, how does one pose before one's master?"

   She turned to him, and gazed at him with terrified eyes.  She
immediately sank to her knees, and went down on all fours.

   "Does one look up at one's master without being asked to?  Slave, you
have forgotten your training!"

   She immediately turned away those beautiful eyes, and stared downwards
at the floor.

   "Aishwhoreya, come here, and kiss your master's feet!" Nana commanded.

   The beautiful ex-Miss World, crawled to him on all fours, and kissed his
feet.  There was an audible gasp from the by-standers.

   "Gentlemen, Aishwarya here, was one of my first assignments.  I'm sorry
she gave such a pathetic display of her training right now, but we'll deal
with that later.  At present we have a new slave to break-in.  Whore, go to
the kitchen and bring me the wax.  You may walk on two feet, for now."

   Ash scurried off to the kitchen, and brought out the equipment.

   "Who wants to wax the bitch?" Nana asked.

   "Me, me, me, me, me!" Madhavan jumped at the opportunity.

   "Okay kid, make her as bald as the day she was born!"

   Madhavan dipped a rag in the hot wax, and yelped!  He'd just burnt
himself!  It hadn't killed his enthusiasm though.  He just took the entire
can of boiling hot wax and splashed it onto Diya's cunt!  This was a little
more than Diya could handle and she let out such a cry that it was audible
even through her gag.  She lost balance and fainted.  The last thing she
could remember was Maddy putting a large rag over her pussy and Nana
telling him to let the wax cool off before her balded her...

   End of Chapter 5 WARNING: This is a story and so all the situations are
fictional.  The author does not condone non-consensual sex.  Trying the
stuff written in this story can land you in very very major trouble.  The
author is not responsible for your behaviour AFTER reading this story.  (He
wasn't even responsible BEFORE you read this story, so there!)