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 Chapter 6: The one with pain...

   Kareena quickly unbuckled the dog collar and went threw it onto the
ground.  She then rushed inside.  She went into the living room, looking
for her clothes.  She then remembered that her Kurta had been torn.  She
recalled having left the pink top that Deepak had given her, on the
doorstep.  She went to the outer door and stepped out into the hot midday
sun.  She squinted at the bright light, but saw the pink top still lying on
the doorstep.  She moved towards it to pick it up.  As she bent to pick it
up, a hard kick sent her flying forwards and she fell flat on her face. 
She screamed as she felt her hands being pulled backwards and being cuffed.
To her horror someone sat on her!  She looked back to see Deepak sitting on
her ass, with his back towards her face.  He now had her left foot in his
hand and he had attached a manacle to her ankle.  Attached to the manacle
was a long black bar made of steel, and painted over.  The other end of the
bar had a similar manacle-like restraint.  He attached this to her other
ankle.  It was a usual toy they used in the police torture room.  It was
called a spreader-bar, and as its name suggested, it was used to spread,
either legs or hands.

   Satisfied, Deepak got up and moved in front of her face.  He knelt down
and pulled her head up by her hair.  "Cunt," he practically screamed, "I
was trying to be patient with you, trying to be NICE!  And this is how you
repay me?  I should have known that a bitch like you can't learn new
tricks. Weren't you saying you were in a lot of pain?  You ain't seen
nothing yet Poo!  You are now going to suffer like you have never before.
I'm going to be merciless.  Don't forget... I'm a police-wala.  We have to
extract confessions from hardened killers... And I have always got them to
confess.  Hell, they confess even if they're not guilty!  But what am I
waiting for?  You can hear these tales even as you are screaming!  I'm
giving you two options... either you can walk to the backyard with the
spreader-bar on, or I can drag you there... Will you walk?" Then even
without waiting for an answer he slapped her hard.  "Answer me Cunt!" Slap!
"Answer ME!" Slap!  Through all the slapping he heard her scream "YES!"
Deepak stopped hitting her.  "Alright, since you so wish.  Personally I'd
like to drag you over a bed of nails right now!  Now squat!  You will duck
walk all the way thru the house and onto the backyard.  Is that clear,
Whore?" he growled.  Afraid of being slapped again, Kareena nodded her head
vigorously.

   Kareena was having quite some difficulty getting up, so Deepak decided
to `help' her by pulling her up by her hair.  She got up screaming.  Her
tears were flowing freely now.  Deepak didn't care.  Now that she was on
her feet, the next problem was to squat.  Her feet were wildly apart, and
her knees knocked together as she tried to squat.

   "Why am I wasting my time?" Deepak said aloud.  He lifted Kareena as a
husband lifts his wife, and carried her in, except, in this case, the
setting wasn't so romantic at all!

   He carried her to the backyard and up to the Pull-Ups bar.  Here he set
her on the ground.  Then he went into an out house that Kareena hadn't
noticed before.  He came back with a large bundle of rope.  He seemed to be
looking for something, and finally eyeing his drying undies, he took two
off the line and wrung them to squeeze out the excess water.  He wasn't
saying a word, just working swiftly.  He knelt down, pinning Kareena's
right leg under his shin, and removed the manacle on the left foot.  He
half expected Kareena to kick, but she seemed a little wiser by now.  He
wrapped the (by now) semi wet underwear around her ankle and then tied
several rounds of rope over it.  Satisfied, he moved to the other foot and
did the same with another piece of rope.  He then got up, and threw the
free ends of the rope over the horizontal bar.  Now that Kareena realized
what he intended to do, she began to kick frantically, but it was of little
use.  Her feet were already in the air along with the ass and now her back
was rising off the ground as well.  He secured the free ends of the rope by
tying them to the vertical side-bars.  These had hooks on them and so there
was no chance of the ropes coming loose.  Kareena was hung upside down now!
Her feet were splayed apart.  The sun which was now more towards the west,
shone into her face.  She had to squint and couldn't see anything because
of the bright sun.

   Kareena was so hung up that her pussy came a little below Deepak's face
level.  Kareena was now screaming.  Her legs had to carry all her body
weight and the thigh muscles were taut.  Beads of sweat were forming on the
inner thighs and were now slowly making their way down her leg towards her
pussy, tickling her all the way and making her struggle even more.  Deepak
kept a stoic silence as her heard Kareena's screams turn into pleas.

   "Please get me down Sir!  I promise I'll be good.  Please let me down."

   Deepak just walked off to the outhouse.  As if to torment her, a fly was
now hovering around Kareena.  It sat on her nose and Kareena twisted her
nose this way and that, but it just wouldn't go away.  Finally Kareena gave
a violent jerk and almost immediately regretted it.  The fly did move away,
but the jerk left Kareena swinging in the air, and that caused untold
misery to her gams.  The fly had decided that Kareena's pussy was a better
place to rest, and so it ran all over her pussy and over her clit torturing
Kareena close to madness.  At last Deepak returned.  The outhouse was
towards the east and Kareena could only hear his footsteps, not see him.

   Deepak's approach seemed to have scared off the fly and it flew off. 
Now there was only the dead silence of the afternoon.  Deepak's footsteps
had stopped.  Then Kareena heard him whisper into her ear.

   "You shouldn't have tried stunts with me darling.  Had you been nice I
would've probably got bored of you and let you go in the evening.  But you
showed dissent, and it is dissent that I'm usually called in to break.  And
it's not only men... few people know this, but when a criminal reaches a
certain degree of notoriety, then we don't bother what sex he or she is
...We make sure they learn a lesson.  Laila was a club-dancer on the face
of things... but we caught her selling minors into prostitution.  We
decided that that should be restricted to Bollywood.  We warned her once or
twice, but she denied it.  When she was caught a third time, I was called
in.  Under my `care' Laila was beaten.  I used her body as my personal
ash-tray.  We whipped her, forced our Danda up her ass, and then when she
was half dead, we threw her into the male section of the prison.  You
should have heard her scream.  The men there hadn't seen a woman in years.
Every time she fainted, the men would slap her awake and then rape her
again.  She took twenty men that night.  She couldn't walk for the next
three weeks.  Now she's sitting at a whore house nursing her triplets. 
Each of a different color from the collective sperm of their fathers!  I
was given a medal for stopping the menace of juvenile prostitution.  Moral
of the story?  Don't FUCK with me!" He screamed the last sentence into
Kareena's ear.  Kareena was softly sobbing, but Deepak didn't seem to have
finished his threatening yet.  "If your pussy was burning..." he restarted,
"you should have let it burn.  If your tits were on `fire' you should have
let them.  Coz Honey..." he said rising up and his voice rising as well,
"you don't know what those things REALLY mean!"

   He then stood in front of her and drew out a magnifying from his pocket.
Kareena wondered what this new kink was... Maybe he liked to see her
privates really magnified.  Kareena had by now resigned to the fact that
her pussy was in full view of her tormentor.  She was wondering more
whether Deepak was trying to psyche her or whether he was being truthful
about Laila.  Deepak was now holding her pussy lips apart.  That didn't
matter either.

   But then Kareena screamed!  "AAAAIIIEIIEIEIEIIEIEIIEIEEEEE" she screamed
as she felt the pain Laila had felt.  It felt like someone was holding a
lighter to her clit.  Deepak was holding the magnifying glass so that the
sun's rays were being focused directly onto her clit.  A beam that was
strong enough to burn paper was now being concentrated on her most private
parts.

   "THIS is what it is to have your pussy burn!" Deepak mocked her,
adjusting the lens so that the beam was intensified even more.

   "PLLLLLLEASSSEEEE Take it Away!" Kareena wailed, "MY PUSSY IS ON
FIIIIIIIIRREEEEEEE!"

   She was surprised that Deepak gave in and moved the lens.  But her
happiness was short-lived as her right nipple started burning like crazy.
Then Deepak moved to the left one.  Kareena kept screaming and begging for
mercy.

   "I could do this all afternoon, " Deepak told her, "till I have Tandoori
Pussy and Puppies.  You can decide now bitch.  Either you can be my
sex-slave till tomorrow morning or I can burn you little by little.  That
belly button looks cute, and don't even get me started on that little
pucker in your ass crack.  Eating Tandoori pussy, that'll be a first!  This
reminds me... I got it a little gift for your little box!"

   Saying so, he fished out a big Laxmi bomb that is used during Diwali.

   "Had this left over from last Diwali...!  I was wondering whether it'll
still burst!  Now lets place it in its stand." He stuck bomb in her pussy,
forcing it in somewhat.  "A cracker in your Crack darling...Now where's
that match box... I think there's one in the kitchen..." Saying so he
started to move away.

   "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Kareena screamed.  "I'll do it!  I'll do it!"

   "Do what darling?" asked Deepak, stopping and looking back.

   "I'll be your sex-slave!"

   "Be a little more specific!"

   "I'll suck you, I'll fuck you!"

   "Is that the best you can do?  I can get that from any hooker... I'm not
interested."

   "I'll even take you up my ass!" said Kareena, sounding desperate.

   "And?"

   "And whatever you say!"

   "No matter how kinky and how weird."

   "Yes..." said Kareena her eyes closed and her voice dropping to a hush.

   "Hmmm... we need some proof of this.  Wait..." Deepak went in and
brought a video camera.  "Look into the camera and say all that you just
said.  And smile a little and sound genuine.  Should be easy for you...
you're an actress..."

   Kareena looked apprehensive.  "Do it bitch, or I'll roast both your
puppies over a real fire!" Deepak snarled.  "Right after I burst that
cracker in your pussy!  Should I?"

   "Nooooo!" Kareena said, her eyes opening wide.

   "Good, then say into the camera that you are here out of your free will,
and that you enjoy kinky sex.  Do it NOW, we're recording!"

   Kareena looked at the camera, too ka deep breath, and then put on one of
her smallest and most pretentious smiles.  "I Karreina Kapoor, am here out
of my free will, and am under no duress.  I enjoy kinky and weird sex.  I
have agreed to be Deepak Salvi's slave till tomorrow morning." She said,
choking at times, appalled at what she was saying.

   "There was no need for that last part, but I'm glad you've agreed."
Deepak said.  "Now that we have this as proof, we can proceed.  I'll be
back.  Gotta store evidence carefully.

   He vanished inside the house and returned presently.

   "That `lens' bit was for convincing you Slut... you still haven't
received your punishment yet..."

   "NOOOOOO!  No more punishments!  Can't I do something else?"

   "Hmmm... While it'd be fun to whip your cute buns raw... I guess I could
use a rim-job...."

   "A WHAT job?"

   Deepak dropped his pants.  It occurred to Kareena then, that she hadn't
really seen him nude at all.  As he removed his underwear, Kareena gasped.
Deepak was well over ten inches long, and his member was at least 3 inches
in diameter.  It didn't look human.  It looked like a dildo she had only
seen in the sex-shops abroad and decided not to buy because it'd cause
damage.  But this one was real alright, throbbing with excitement, covered
with blue veins that ran from the tip to the root.  Then he turned around
and she saw his well muscled but intensely hairy ass.  To her horror he
began to squat and bring his ass closer and closer to her face.  Hi voice
now boomed as he spoke.  He was clearly very delighted.

   "A rim-job, Poo, is where the hooker licks the ass-hole of her customer.
And that's what you're going to do.  Lick my dirty ass and eat whatever
crud is stuck around.  Now let's see your tongue out..."

   "I can't do it!" Kareena screamed as his ass almost touched her face.

   "WHAT?  I thought you just agreed to do whatever I asked!"

   "I can't!  I CAN'T!" she whined.  "I can do something else, I can't do
this!"

   "Hmmm... you are proving to be a spoilt brat.  You promise things and
then you don't deliver.  I must teach you to obey." He got up and went
behind her.  Kareena stretched her neck to see what he was up to, but she
couldn't see much.

   She heard a swoosh sound and then her bottoms exploded.  She cried out
in pain.  But before the pain had subsided another blow was laid on her
flushed behind.  The more blows and Kareena was hollering like a mad bitch.
Deepak stopped and held the instrument of her torture in front of her.

   "This is a LPG gas-tube," he said pointing to the green rubber pipe he
held in his hand, "it's filled with sand, and taped off at the ends.  It's
wide enough that no permanent marks are left, but it causes such pain that
most people faint after a few strokes.  I'm going to flog your ass and back
till you agree to do as I say.  I have had enough of your
un-cooperativeness." Then without waiting for her response he attacked her
back.  Five strokes on her back and Kareena was ready to fuck a rhino if it
were required, but she couldn't take any more pain.

   "STOP!  Bhagwan ke liye!  STOP!" she said remembering her filmy lines,
"I'll do whatever you say!  Just stop beating me!"

   "Will you lick my ass?" Deepak queried.

   "Yes!"

   "Yes WHAT, you RAND?"

   "Yes, I'll lick your ass!" sobbed Kareena as she swallowed.

   "THAT'S more like it!  Now get your tongue out."

   Kareena got her tongue out.  Deepak lowered his ass to her face.  Very
slowly Kareena let her tongue into his ass.  As her tongue touched his
arse-hole Deepak groaned slightly.  Kareena's first reaction was of utter
disgust, but she knew she had no option.  She was this man's sex slave and
her best option was to do what he wanted.  As her tongue probed a little
more, she realized that it wasn't so bad.  Deepak's ass didn't stink as she
had expected, and the taste wasn't what she'd jump at, but it wasn't so
horrible either.  Deepak now held his butts apart and Kareena could see the
brown shitter that was clenched closed.  She couldn't see it much though,
since his balls hung in front of her eyes.

   Deepak was having the time of his life.  The snotty bitch who gave
millions men of all ages a cock breaking hard-on when she wiggled her
pretty ass, was now under his control and was licking HIS ass!  He decided
to push it up one notch.

   "What's the matter you stuck-up whore?  Ass licking still too dirty for
you?  Still too damn vain to drill my arse-hole with your tongue?  Do you
want a few more licks of the whip?"

   His words had an immediate effect.  Kareena was scared crazy and began
to lick the ass at twice the speed.  She now targeted his hole and began to
push at it in right earnest.  Deepak was ecstatic.  The anilingus was
sending electric sparks up his spine.  The anus has more nerve endings than
any other part of the body, and the soft tongue trying to probe it was
driving him into a sexual rapture.  It needed all his self will to keep him
from laying his hand on his penis and jerking off.  Kareena had now managed
to probe somewhat deeper into the shit-hole and Deepak realized that he
must satisfy his animal lust now or he'd go crazy.  He got up suddenly and
Kareena took a moment or two to realize that she had to stop licking: her
tongue still darted in and out, now searching for the lost ass.

   Quickly Deepak freed the ropes and gently let Kareena onto the ground.
Kareena opened her mouth to say Thank You, but Deepak just grabbed her side
roughly and turned her onto her stomach.  As he grabbed her plenty-painful
ass cheeks and started to pry them open, Kareena began to yell like she
hadn't before.  She had realized what Deepak was up to and she was
absolutely NOT game.

   "Leave my ass alone you..." she was about to say FREAK, when she caught
her self and said "Sir"

   "Chameli, it's your ass that has enticed me since K3G, and I'm not going
to let it go... Besides, you agreed to let me fuck your ass."

   "Please Sir, let my ass be.  You can screw my hole."

   "That's right Poo!  I'm going to screw your ASS-hole!"

   "Noooooo!" she wailed, "My ass is virgin." she admitted, though almost
inaudibly.  But Deepak's ears caught it.

   "I don't believe my ears!  You have never taken it up the ass?  Boy, are
you going to remember this one then.  Your first ass rape and you are going
to be taken DRY!"

   "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kareena howled!  "Not DRY sir!  Use some lubrication"


   "Well, your pussy ain't producing any.  And my spit's too precious to
waste on a slutty whore like you... so I guess I must do it dry!  I pity my
cock, but I pity your ass even more.  When I screwed Laila... Ooops there I
go confessing!  Ah, what goes!  When I screwed Laila she was practically
licking my feet begging me to pull out of her ass.  She said she just
couldn't handle the size, and SHE was a seasoned HOOKER!"

   Then ignoring Kareena's pleas, which were even more piteous than Laila's
he pull her butt cheeks apart and placed his cock at the tip of her ass
hole.  It was still just as tightly shut.

   "You'd better loosen up cunt, or it'll be a world of misery for you."
But try as she might, she couldn't get her ass to loosen up.  She was
petrified and that made it shut even tighter.  Deepak decided he had waited
long enough.  With one mighty shove he drove at her ass hole.  Then as a
strange event, both of them shouted loudly.

   "Man!  You are a real cock breaker if I ever saw one!" Deepak screamed
as he rammed past the sphincter.  Kareena was hollering incomprehensibly.
One inch of Deepak's mighty cock was inside.  Kareena was sure her ass was
bleeding.  Nothing in the world she was sure, was more painful.  Not even
the pipe whippings.  Deepak caught his breath and now held Kareena's waist.
He was going to pull her down on his raper.  As he gave the second shove
Kareena shouted loud and long.  Tears were flowing down her eyes.  Deepak
saw that seven inches of his cock were still outside.  The next shove had
Kareena wailing from the pit of her stomach.  Her head thrashed from side
to side as she felt agony of a life time.  Deepak saw her thrashing her
head, and decided she could harm herself.  Her ass felt like an iron vice
around his member.  He could feel her pulse on his cock and was sure she
could feel his as well.  For his final shove he grabbed her hair in a
bunch. As he hauled himself in completely Kareena yelled so loudly that
Deepak was sure his neighbours, had there been any, would've come running.

   Till now Kareena had screamed into the ground, but now that her face was
up, and pulled back because of her hair, every sound was clearly audible.
She was screaming like an animal that has been shot.  Her hands, which were
still cuffed behind her back were quivering and shaking.  Sweat mixed with
tears flowed in a steady stream down her face.

   "Loosen up your ass darling, that's the only way to avoid pain..." said
Deepak, letting some amount of pity into his tone.  If a prostitute like
Laila, who took it up the ass practically everyday found him enormous, what
could be said about this perty bottomed little cutie!  Deepak saw to his
amazement that his cock had caused a bump on Kareena's back and his ten
inches were clearly marked by the bump.  He stroked his hand over the bump.
While he did want her ass to loosen up, he didn't want to go soft. 
Stroking the bump seemed the perfect remedy.  For HIM!  Kareena wished her
life would end.  She felt as if a red hot poker had been plunged into her
ass.

   But little by little her ass seemed to be loosening up.  Slowly it
loosened its grip on Deepak's cock.  Slowly Deepak too began to pull out.
Kareena felt new pain now.  She felt as if her insides were being scrapped
by a scalpel.  She tried to concentrate on loosening up her ass further,
but it couldn't loosen up beyond a point!  It was the cock that was too
damn big for it!  After much effort from Deepak and double the bawling from
Kareena, only the bulbous head of the penis was inside her ass.  Kareena
was hoping he'd pull out completely, but all those hopes were smashed as
Deepak lunged forward pushing his dick up her ass once again.  Kareena was
beyond screaming now.  Only deep guttural groans came from the pit of her
stomach.  Deepak was now raping her ass raw.  The ass chute had opened up
somewhat, but it was still the tightest hole Deepak had ever screwed. 
Within five lunges Deepak knew he was going to cum.  He felt the pressure
growing in his loins.  Within the next half minute time stood still for
Deepak.  He felt a heady rush and then his cock blasted sending stream
after stream or white hot cum into Kareena's back-hole.  Kareena had felt
his cock bulge and had even let out a little yelp as it expanded in the
already crammed space, but Deepak had let go of her hair and her face fell
forward now, where she softly wept as she realized that she had been fucked
up the ass and it was never to be virgin again.  She felt Deepak's sperm in
her ass, and she wept a little more.  She had been degraded, used like a
slut.  This morning she had given a blowjob for ten bucks and now her
unexplored ass had been ravaged.  She felt Deepak going soft and he pulled
out of her ass with a `Plop'.  Deepak noted with mixed delight and surprise
that Kareena's hole shut up almost immediately, not letting any cum out. 
This hole had definite capability.

   Suddenly there was a doorbell.  Kareena looked up with hope.  Maybe
someone had come to rescue her.  Deepak got up calmly, fetched his boxers,
wore them and then wore the pants.  The bell had rung again.  Deepak went
into the house.  Kareena hoped to hear a scuffle, an argument, anything
that would convince her that there was someone out there to rescue her...

   The hopes weren't answered.  Deepak came back with a box.  As he kneeled
and opened it near her face a delicious aroma filled Kareena's nostrils. 
Pizza!  A freshly baked, hot pizza!  Kareena looked up.  She had suddenly
realized how hungry she was.  She had skipped her morning breakfast because
she had to get here quickly.  The smell of food made her forget, for the
moment, the pain in her ass.

   "Smells good Poo?" Deepak asked grinning somewhat.

   Kareena nodded her head.

   "Hmmm, smells good to me too!" said Deepak, drawing in deep and
expressing his appreciation by closing his eyes.  "Would you like a piece?"

   Kareena nodded her head vigorously.  "Yes sir!  I'd like that very
much!"

   "Well, personally," said Deepak his tone turning hard like his face,
"Personally, I'd give you some of Moti's leftover dog food.  But okay, I'll
let you work for the piece.  Let's first get you to the house.  Can you
walk after that ass rape?" he said evilly bringing her back to the terrible
pain and humiliation.  She didn't say anything, and buried her face in the
ground again.

   Deepak caught her hair in a bunch and yelled in her face: "Didn't you
hear me CUNT?  Can you walk or should I drag you into the house by your
hair?"

   Scared again, Kareena whispered: "I'll walk."

   "Good, then get on your feet and walk behind me.  And don't try anything
funny this time.  One kick from you and I'll make an Aishwarya out of you.
I'll break both your legs and shove a cactus up your butt.  And then the
punishments will begin.  That Whore has wrinkles at thirty; you'll have
them at 23!"

   But Kareena was not going to try anything funny.  The earlier experience
had quite sobered her.  It was easy to get up since Deepak was hauling her
up by her hair, but the walk to the back door was the most horrid
experience she'd ever had because her own back door complained to no end.
(Well, actually it complained to her REAR end, but we're not on a biology
lesson here!) .  She staggered on the first few steps, trying to walk with
her legs apart to try and minimize the agony as far as possible.  Then as
she got number to the pain, se walked a little faster, which was well
because Deepak hated laggards.

   When the got into the house, Deepak led her to the kitchen.

   "Get me some salad.  I'm in the dining room.  And QUICK!" he snapped his
fingers, "I don't want the pizza to go cold!"

   "Sir, the handcuffs..." Kareena tried to sound as docile as possible.

   "Oh those... Alright, I'll take them off.  But don't try to get funny
and get a knife to stab me with.  If you succeed, that's good for you...
but in all probability you won't... and then I'll carve my initials into
your ass using the same knife."

   Kareena looked at him aghast.  She hadn't even thought of a knife, but
what he had just said filled her heart with fear.  This guy was a mad-man.
Carving one's initials on someone else?  She shuddered.

   Deepak took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs.  He took
the cuffs with him.

   Kareena looked around the kitchen.  This was an absolutely new
experience for her.  She had never entered the kitchen except to order her
servants to serve food.  She had no clue what she was expected to do, but
she remembered that her salad at home contained cucumber and carrots.  She
opened the fridge and took out two cucumbers and a carrot.

   She peeled the cucumbers and diced them, but just as she was finished
with the second one, she heard Deepak yell for her to bring the salad
quickly.  She didn't know what to do.  She had to avoid more punishment at
any rate.  She put the diced cucumber on a plate and put the carrot on top,
whole.  She carried the plate out to Deepak.

   Deepak saw the plate and then glared at her.  She melted.  She knew she
had committed some boo-boo and that she was in for some more punishment.

   "What's my name Poo?"

   "Deepak, Sir!"

   "Does that sound anything like Karamchand, DOLL?" he said.

   "No, Sir." She said matter of fact-ly.

   "Is it BUGS BUNNY?" he said louder.

   "No, Sir!" she said.

   "Then why did you imagine that I'd like my carrot whole?  Is there a
hole in your head?  Did your brains flow out whole...?" he paused letting
the words sink in, then he continued: "I know what I'm going to do with
this wholesome nutrition.  I'm going to cram it up your HOLE!  And my most
favorite HOLE in the HOLE world: Your recently punctured ASS HOLE!"

   It took a few moments for Kareena to register what Deepak had just said,
but when she realized the implication, she dropped to her knees.  She
caught Deepak's leg and begged.

   "I'm sorry sir.  Please, not my ass.  It hurts SO bad!  I'll be good
sir. PLEASE not my ass!"

   "Shut the fuck up and listen: You have two options: Either you screw the
carrot up your ass yourself or I do it for you.  In either case you will
take it up your ass.  If you're lucky I'll let you chuck it away, otherwise
I may ask you to EAT it!  Now, shall I do it?"

   "NOOOOOO!" Kareena yelled.  She knew that Deepak forcing it in would
probably cause her bodily harm.

   "Then BEGIN!" ordered Deepak.

   Very reluctantly Kareena, got up, lifted the carrot and even more slowly
she took it near her ass hole which was now shut tight.  As she tried to
force the narrow tip of the vegetable past her sphincter she winced.  Her
butt-hole complained anew, refusing entry.  But she knew she had to do it.
As she pushed it harder she let out a short scream and then it was in. 
Well, in somewhat.  She pushed another few inches in and then stopped.

   "I can't take any more!" she wailed.

   Deepak caught her by her waist so that her ass was no facing him. 
"NONSENSE!" he said, "You could take my monster in, this is but a child's
weewee." Saying so, he began to drill the carrot into the ass.  Now that
she was not herself forcing her ass, Kareena started to howl.  She bawled
and tried to get out of his iron grip around her waist: of no avail. 
Deepak did not rest until he forced the entire carrot up her nether hole.
When he had finished he said: "There!  Didn't I tell you you could take it?
One must never underestimate oneself!" Kareena wished that he
underestimated HER sometime!  "Relax honey... it'll soon feel like a
prolonged shit... EXCEPT: you will NOT shit it out.  Instead you will now
work for your food.  On your knees BITCH!" he said letting go.  Kareena
fell to her knees.  This action caused the carrot-head to peek out, and so
Deepak kicked it in, making her holler loudly.

   "Your `work' for getting your pizza slice is to suck me, and get me
hard. Not very difficult.  Do it NOW!"

   Kareena held Deepak's cock.  She took the limp member into her mouth and
started to suck on it.  She had done this before, but Deepak's cock tasted
weird.  There was a weird coppery and sour taste to it.  Then she realized
to her absolute horror that it must be her blood and anal residues on his
cock.  She tried to get the cock out of her mouth, but Deepak had made that
impossible by forcing her down on his cock using his hands.  She began to
gag for air, and realized that she had no other way except to suck the
penis.  A bit of correct sucking action and the penis started to grow. 
Soon it enlarged to its full throbbing self.  Kareena was used to
deep-throating (a trick she had been forced to learn at the BSA) and so she
didn't find it difficult to accommodate the huge cock.  Sure it tasted
horrible, but at least it wasn't painful!  Deepak admired her ora-sex
skills.  "You're a first rate cock-sucker!" he told her.  But unlike her
usual partners Deepak pulled out before her blew.  Kareena was glad; she
hated the taste of cum.

   Then Kareena wished he HAD in fact cummed inside her throat.  Because
Deepak simply jacked his shaft and then let his cum fly onto a slice of
pizza.  This he threw down to her and said: "EAT doggie!  Sir has put in an
extra bit of protein for you!"

   Kareena looked at the piece with tears in her eyes.  She thought the
pizza slice was like her... (Kareena was an armchair philosopher.) Just a
while ago it was the loveliest thing in the world... and now it had been
reduced to rubbish!

   "Eat it Poo... it's the only lunch you'll get, unless you want to eat
the carrot, of course!" Deepak grinned.  "And by the way, we don't waste
food in this house.  So if you don't have this right now, you'll be sent to
your bed, I mean kennel, without food tonight!"

   Kareena's stomach was rumbling, but on the other hand, she couldn't bear
such degradation.  Human sperm on black olives and cheese?  Had this man no
sense of propriety?  On the third hand she couldn't remain hungry for the
whole day.  She decided she must force herself.  She picked up the slice.

   "Don't you throw up whore, or I'll make you swallow all of the puke up!"


   Kareena took her first bite.  Her stomach lurched, sending a gripe down
her alimentary canal, but a maddening pain reminded her of what lay stabbed
in the back-hole.  She gulped down the piece, warning herself not to lurch
again.

   "Finish your lunch quickly... we have lots more `work' to do!" she heard
Deepak saying...
   End of Chapter 6.