Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 4: The one with the purchases. Before she got off Deepak told her: "From now, till we get home, you don't know me. I'm going to be a `friendly' officer who comes along. Also, you will not scream no matter what happens. You won't get raped, that's my assurance. Not so much because I care for you, but I hate sloppy holes. You will do whatever I tell you, no matter now humiliating it seems. Now get off, and start purchasing the stuff I've told you. Here's 50 bucks." "Aren't you coming with me?" Kareena asked surprised. "Oh no, I'll be there with you alright. Just that I want to park the Jeep. Now get off bitch, and do get your hands out of your top. You might be a slut, but there's no need for the world to know!" Kareena had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that her hands, which had been massaging her breasts, were still on her tits. Deepak drove off to look for a parking space. Being a police officer he could have parked his car right there, but he wanted to give Kareena time to get `acquainted' with her surroundings. And boy had Kareena been well met. It took about thirty seconds for a crowd to gather around her. Initially they were apprehensive. Why would a big heroine like her be in the midst of their small market, and why the hell would she be dressed like such a hooker! But once they confirmed that it was indeed her, Kareena, the crowd around her swelled so much that she couldn't move. "Humme jaane do, Humme sabzee khareedni hain!" Kareena was saying. The crowd wasn't hearing any of that. "Arrey kya sabzee chahiye, bas bolo meri jaan. Hum laake denge! Tum sirf hamare saath baitho aur baatein karo." Thus spake the local `dada' Raja. "Nahi, nahi, humme jaane do. Hum khud khareed lenge." "Arrey to baad mein le lena na. Abhi hamare saath baith kar Cutting Chai to piyo. Arrey Pakya, madam saathi ek kadak chaha magav re!" Somebody had procured an half broken tin chair. Raja literally forced her down onto it. She got up with a scream. The seat was freaking hot! It burnt her already smarting bottoms. "Kya hua madam? Baitho na!" he said again, forcing her down. She screamed again. This time she was angry. Deepak didn't seem to be around, so she took her chance. "Arrey tum apne aap ko kya samjhate ho? Mein baithna nahi chahati. Aur tum mujhe haath kyun laga rahe ho? Mein tumhare behen jaisi hun!" "Saala bhaiyya bola!" Raja could hear someone in the crowd saying. He went red. "Phatakdi hain be!" Another unseen man said. "Abbe din mein sister, raat mein bister!" someone piped in. The whole crowd laughed. Even Raja couldn't suppress his giggles. It was Kareena's turn to go red. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice she never thought she'd be relieved to hear: "Kaay re kaay chalaay? Hi nangi porgi kon? Punha randaan kadoon paapya ghyala alat ka? Aap applya bayko mulan kade ja... (Translation: What's going on here? Who is this semi-clad woman? Have you come here to get kissed by some whore again? Go on, go home to your wives and children.) Arrey yeh to Kareenaji hain!" said Deepak showing mock surprise. He took off his cap, held it under his left arm, and gave her a salute. "Inspector Deepak Salvi, madam. Special Division. Kucch problem hain?" "I want to buy some vegetables inspector, but this crowd won't let me move" "Kaay re, madam na traas deta? Chalo baaju, Madam ko bhaaji lena ka hain." It was almost as if Krishna was being carried by Vasudev through the flood. The entire crowd moved aside. In fact as they walked along the main market lane, the entire crowd moved to the sides. Deepak extracted a squeal from Kareena by grabbing her bottom thru the leather skirt. "Us saale inspector ke maa ki..." muttered every road-side Romeo. Finally they saw a vendor who was selling cucumbers and carrots. In fact there were two. One had a push-cart while the other right beside him had his ware spread on a cloth on the ground. Kareena made for the push-cart but Deepak held her hand. "Try the other one dear." Kareena moved towards the other one. "Bhaiyya ek kilo kakdee aur ek kilo gajjar dena." The vendor couldn't stop ogling at her legs. He was paying no attention to the weighing scales. Did it matter how much? This leg show was priceless! "Madam, maybe you should choose the vegetables yourself. All these guys are rascals. They're always out to fleece you." Suggested Deepak. "No need." Kareena replied. "Madam, I STRONGLY suggest it!" he said forcefully. It was then that Kareena realized her predicament. If she bent down even the slightest bit, her skirt was bound to be raised from the behind. And that would mean the whole market was going to see her ass. She felt even more horror it dawned upon her that her ass cheeks would be red because of all the spanking. She looked at Deepak with her large eyes and begged, "Please don't make me do this... please!", but there was no sympathy in his stone set eyes. Very slowly, little by little she bent forwards. There were loud cheers from the crowd. And then the catcalls: "Arre dekho! Isne to apne gaand pe bhi Make-up lagaya hain. Dekho kaise lal-lal hain!" "Par iski chuddy dekhi kya?" "Chuddy? Kaun si chuddy? Arrey yeh to dhaga hain!" Deepak had a sardonic grin on his face. He was rotating his policeman's danda. Suddenly as if by accident it went under Kareena's skirt and lifted the entire back of the skirt onto her back, exposing her entire ass to the lustful eyes of the gathered crowd. This was greeted by even louder catcalls and whistles. Kareena's face burned with shame. She had to fight back her tears. The women in the market, who would have normally put an end to such an depraved spectacle, also sniggered and looked away. Nobody liked the tarty "Poo" who had wiggled the very same ass on the big screen. If Poo was now being treated like Poop, they enjoyed it thoroughly. Kareena finally finished choosing the vegetables, much to the disappointment of the crowd. She paid the vendor with the money that Deepak had given her earlier. The vendor took his own time to count out the change he had to return, All the while looking askance at Kareena's well built thighs. The Romeos need not have been disappointed though, because Deepak made her repeat the same show whilst purchasing the bananas. This time he was little more careful with the danda though. By the time they had finished buying milk; Kareena had finished all the money that Deepak had given her. So she was a little wary when Deepak stopped near a thela selling sugarcane juice. "Madam the sugarcane juice here is famous. Won't you have a glass?" "I'll skip ..." but she didn't finish the sentence. The look that Deepak gave her said it all. It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. "Madam ko ek bada glass dena... our barf daalna. Madam bahut garam hain." "Woh to dikh raha hain..." muttered the attendant under his breath, but loud enough that Kareena and Deepak could hear. Kareena's face flushed again. As they were standing there waiting, a small urchin of four or five came up to Kareena. Kareena screwed up her nose at the sight of him. She hated these little beggars. He touched his belly and then put his hand forward to ask for alms. "Kucch nahi hain, agae jao" she told him truthfully, and then turned away. Then she squealed! She felt a tiny hand groping her ass! "Char dino se khana nahi khaya Aunty. Kuch deo na!" she urchin wailed. His hand was still on her ass, and now he was pinching it! She brushed away his hand and then reiterated: "Kaha na, kucch nahi hain, aur tumne mujhe haath kyun lagaya?" she thundered. "Arrey chhodo na madam, baccha hain. Give him something na..." Deepak said. Kareena glared at him. By this time the urchin had grabbed either of Kareena's thighs with his hands and his head was now directly under her crotch! In fact she could feel his unkempt hair brush against her crotch. Kareena wrenched him loose and slapped him. "Bola na haath nahi lagane ka! Mere paas kuchh nahi hain. Dafa ho jao!" The child began to cry. Deepak patted the child's head and said loudly: "Madam ka dhanda bahut bura chal raha hain... kuch paisa nahi milta. Madam kadki hain. Yeh lo das rupiya madam aur meri taraf se." This time round the child not only grabbed both of Kareena's thighs, he also ran his hands all over her ass and kissed her skirt, right on the crotch! "Thank you, thank you!" he wailed. Kareena gave a sheepish smile. The child then ran back across the road, and right up to Raja who was standing there. "Mazaa aya?" he asked the kid loudly. The urchin shook his head enthusiastically as Raja handed him a 20 rupee note. Raja beamed and gave Kareena a piercing look. The smile drained from Kareena's face and she glared at Raja. In return he mouthed a flying kiss. Kareena threw back a dirty look, to which Raja responded by making a loop out of the thumb and index finger of one hand, and pushing the index finger of his other hand in and out of the loop. Kareena gave a huff and mouthed an obscenity. Raja put his hand on his crotch and did a Dada Kondke maneuver. The non verbal duel stopped with Kareena suddenly jumping. She had felt something cold on her shoulder... then the feeling spread all over her chest. Deepak had touched her shoulder with the glass of sugarcane juice, but she had jumped and now it had been spilt all over her chest. The juice-wala jumped up with a rag in order to clean up, but Deepak put his hand up to stop him. "The readers of this author's crap, have already seen this scenario in another story" he thought to himself, besides what harm would a little sugar do? Didn't they always say Kareena had `sweet' tits? Kareena felt glad that Deepak hadn't let the `Juicer' take advantage of her, but she had a new problem: the syrupy liquid plastered the already tight top all the more onto her chest, making her look all the more like a pointer sister. "Madam ko dusra glass do. Madam ne abhi mujhe bataaya ki unko Ganne ka juice, bahut achha lagta hain... Unhone kaha hain ki woh paanch glass piyengi! To pilao! Kareenaji yah har roj thodi na aati hain." The `Juicer' responded enthusiastically. He filled up a tall glass and handed it to Kareena, while she was still at it, he filled another and yet another. Kareena gulped down the liquid without thinking. For one she knew it was no use, and secondly, walking in the run had truly made her thirsty. But as she downed the last glass, she realized something. She bent towards Deepak and whispered in his ear: "I really gotta pee!" "I know you would have to, why else do you think I asked you to have so much fluid? But you can't pee till we reach home. If you do, you'll get a whipping with this leather belt that I'm wearing, and that, mind you, has broken the will of many hardened criminals." He hissed back. Kareena made the most pitiable face ever. Deepak remained passive. He just said: "Madam, isko paise de do, phir mein aapko ghar chhod doonga." Kareena glared at him. Then she turned to the `Juicer' and said in a pitiable tone, "Mere paas paise nahi hain... sab kharch ho gaya." "Madam aapke KISS KISS cheez ke paise mujhe dene padenge? KISS KISS?" He laid stress on the last two words. Kareena opened her mouth to say "NO!" Deepak just mouthed the word "French". Kareena looked miserable, but she turned to the Juicer and held his head in her hands. Then she put her lips to his. The man was zonked! He was so shocked that he stood still, and rigid. Kareena wanted to get this over with, but he just wouldn't open his mouth. Finally she released her grip and ordered: "Mooh kholo!". She needn't have, because his jaw had dropped in any case! She locked her lips with his once again, and this time put her tongue inside his mouth. It was an acrid taste that she hated, but now the man was turned on as well. He put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her towards himself. Kareena screamed as he touched her tortured buttocks, but the scream was muffled by his mouth. He thought she liked it, so he drew her even closer. So close that she could feel his boner through the skirt. She screamed again, driving the man into an excited frenzy. Kareena had a dual problem, not only was she hating this, but having her body pulled up against his meant her bladder was getting pressed and that made her want to pee all the more! Then he let go of her ass and held her face instead. He forced her lips hard against his own. He was the one in control now. For five minutes they kissed so hard that it'd have put a Hollywood film to shame. When he left her go, Kareena gasped for breath. She was ready to throw up, but Deepak held her by the shoulder and led her to the Jeep. As they drove thru the market there were loud cheers. Kareena had given them something to talk about for the next three generations! Once they were out of the market and on the road, Deepak made sure he put the Jeep thru every single pothole. This'd make the Jeep jump and Kareena howl in pain as her bladder seemed about to burst. Suddenly Deepak turned into a petrol pump that was adjoining the road. "Gotta fill diesel babe!" he told an appalled Kareena. "Please Deepak, let's go home. My bladder's about to burst. Can I go to the loo here please?" "Dual mistake there babe... I'm not Deepak any more. It's back to `Sir'. And of course you can't go to the loo here. I mean you can if you want to, but then be ready to have your ass in shreds. So do you want to?" Kareena shook her neck sadly. "Good, cause we wouldn't have had time anyway. You see, I want you to perform one more task. You see the medical store attached the pump? I want you to go and buy condoms. I like to practice safe-sex. Safe for me, I mean, who knows who's been pumping that slovenly hole of yours!" Kareena made a face, but held her hand out for money. "Hell no! I'm not going to spend any more money on you. You will give the store owner a blow job to pay for them!" "WHAT!" Kareena almost screamed. "You know what's a blowjob! Oral sex you little hooker." "No way!" Kareena said. Then she screamed. She had earned her first slap for the day. "Slaves do what they're told. No questions asked. Now get out and get the condoms!" Kareena stepped out of the van. Each step was now painful. She really had to pee bad! She trudged her way to the medical store and stepped inside. A frail old man was behind the counter. But the minute he saw Kareena his eyes lit up. "Kareenaji! Kareenajeee! Kahiye mei naap ki kya madat kar sakta hun?" "Mujhe..." Kareena could not get the words out of her mouth. Despite all the outward show, she was still a little Indian in mind. Asking a man for condoms and that too the age of your father, was still something unimaginable. Finally she overcame her inhibitions, but only just. "I wanted some condoms." She said very quickly. The man peered at her. He didn't say anything, but his disapproval was obvious. Quietly, but still giving her a displeasured look, he took out a box and handed it to her. "Fifty rupees." He said. Kareena didn't know how to proceed. She had imagined a young guy would be here, and then it would have been simpler. Her complaining bladder prodded her into further action. She went behind the counter and placed her hand directly on the shocked man's crotch. "Mere paas paise to nahi hain...lekin mein aap ko bahot anand de sakti hun..." she said and then put her little finger in her mouth and made a sucking gesture. The old man brushed her hand aside. For a moment Kareena was afraid she had failed to rouse the man, but then he lifted his dhoti and said: "Choos meri jaan! Choos!" But "Choos"-ing the old man was no easy task. For one she had to go down on her haunches which brought terrible pressure on her bladder, and for another it was very difficult to get his shriveled cock to rise! At long last she was able to get some semblance of an erection. But like before, at this point, Kareena lost control over the man. He grabbed her hair in a bunch and forced his semi-flaccid member deeper into her mouth. Kareena didn't protest much, she thought this way he'd get off faster. But it meant that his white pubic hair (which was something Kareena had never seen before!) was ticking her nose. She tried to protest, but it was of little use. Kareena was sucking big time as well, but there seemed to be no response from the man's glands. All she could taste was bitter precum. After what seemed like eternity the man finally did cum. But luckily for Kareena it wasn't quite a mouthful. Just then, as if by accident, Deepak walked in. "Chee! Chee! These actresses have no morals! But you are an old man sir! Tumhi sushikshit mansa... what is this! Now I suppose she will eat your cum!" Kareena had planned to spit it out, so she shook her head to say no... but the mean grin from Deepak made her gulp down the filthy semi-liquid stuff. "Oral sex is an offence. Have you idea about the law?" Deepak said grimly. I have to take you to the police station. The old man was scared. "Nahi nahi, maine kucch nahi kiya... isne hi mujhe kaha ki paise nahi hain is liye...!" "Jaanta hun kaka, I will take only Kareenaji. You relax." He then took the box of condoms that was still lying on the counter. "Chee Chee, dus rupiye ke liye yeh harkat." he said. Kareena gave the pharmacist a look that could kill. He just looked down and gave her a sheepish smile. "Thoda badha ke bola..." "I will take this box as evidence." said Deepak. "Kareenaji please come with me." Kareena walked behind him, silent. She was too angry with the world. She could not believe that she, Karreina Kapoor, had given a blowjob for just 10 rupees. This was the worst day of her life. She sat in the Jeep, and they started on their way home. Deepak was whistling. Kareena now had her hand over her stomach. She was sure she was going to die because of her bladder bursting. Deepak was still making sure that he got into every ditch on the road so as to give Kareena jolts that her body could ill afford. Finally they reached home. End of Chapter 4.