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 Chapter 8: The one that's charged up.

   Deepak had now gone limp and had in fact put his pants on once again. 
He seemed totally oblivious to the fact that there was a girl bare-naked
beside him, with her legs spread wide open.  It wasn't just any girl
either! It was the Prima Donna of Cockteasers but Deepak looked completely
unaware of her existence.  Kareena was now semi-sitting with her back
against the back of the bed.

   Deepak's actions were repetitious: he'd rub the stamp over his `wet-pad'
as he called it, and then put it onto the envelope.  Whenever he felt the
wet-pad go dry he'd rub the clit a little, juicing it up, and then going
back to his task.  After a while he seemed to have finished with all the
greetings.

   Kareena had been kept on the edge all this while.  At first she stared
at him with fire in her eyes, the stare was then reduced to malice, then to
dislike, and now to plain begging.  Yes, Kareena wanted to get off more
than she had ever wanted to in her life.  When he seemed finished, Kareena
piped up.

   "Can I be fucked, Sir?" she implored.

   "I dunno, can you?  Any more, I mean!" Deepak grinned.

   "Please Sir, Please!  I beg you!" the lust was evident in her tone. 
Deepak stared hard at her.  He seemed to be considering it.  Then he spoke:
"Nope!  Not interested!" and walked out of the room carrying his envelopes
with him.

   Kareena put her hand on her clit and started rubbing it.  She had
decided that if he wouldn't fuck her, she must satisfy herself.  It didn't
take much rubbing.  Within a minute or so Kareena was moaning.  Two fingers
were in her pussy now.  Then she hit it.  Her body shuddered and shook. 
She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.  In her ecstasy she forgot
everything, the humiliation, the pain, her wicked master, even the fact
that her legs were splayed open.

   Her orgasm lasted about thirty seconds, and then she opened her eyes
slowly.  She saw Deepak standing at the door.  His expression was grim.  He
seemed VERY angry.  Then he left but was back almost immediately with lots
of pieces of rope.  Kareena knew she was in trouble.  As if an involuntary
reaction, she began to beg: "I'm sorry sir, I needed to get off.  You
wouldn't do me sir, so I needed to... please, I'm sorry sir, don't punish
me!"

   Deepak didn't say a word.  With one quick action he pulled Kareena's
legs so she was now lying on her back.  Just as quickly he fastened either
of her legs to a bed post.  Then jumping onto the bed he fastened her hands
to the upper bedposts as well.  Before she knew what was happening Kareena
had been turned helplessly immobile, spread like a fleshy X on the bed. 
Then he put an arm below her waist and pulled her body up in the middle. 
This made Kareena yell because her hands and legs which had already been
pulled taut were now stretched impossibly now.  Deepak pushed two pillows
below the butt so that Kareena's torso now arched and the pussy mound
seemed to be proudly shouting out its presence.  Kareena's head was now so
poised that whichever way she looked all she could see was her tummy
bulging out beyond her boobs.

   She heard Deepak leave the room and then come back in.  She tried again:

   "Please master, don't punish me.  I'll be a good girl, I mean slave...
please master, I'll lick your ass, I'll dig really deep, please master..."
She was running out of ideas.  If Deepak had enjoyed screwing her, she
could have used that as currency to try and be spared, but clearly offering
to let him fuck her, wasn't going to waver him.  Then she remembered: "Sir,
I'm a first rate cocksucker!" she said quoting him, "I'll suck you good
sir... please don't punish me!"

   She heard nothing from Deepak who seemed occupied with whatever he'd
fetched.  But then he came to her side.  He said with fire in his words:

   "Quiet!  Every time I start liking you a wee bit you go and do something
stupid.  Had I given you permission to get off?" Eliciting no response he
slapped her hard.  "Answer me bitch!"

   "No sir." Kareena replied her face burning red.

   "Then why did you?"

   Kareena opened her mouth to justify her actions, but checked herself in
time.  She was sure that any more words would just mean additional misery.
She just said: "I'm sorry sir.  It won't happen again."

   "No, it won't I'm sure... because after this punishment, you'll be
mortally scared of ever fingering yourself.  Each time your hand goes near
your pussy, you'll remember how much trouble it caused you the last time
you did.  Mark my words... this is definitely the last time you'll ever
finger yourself.  `Cause Chameli you Whore, you are going to be the world's
first Human Electric Tester." Before she could say a word Deepak slapped
her hard.  "No more crap talk from you.  I'm NOT interested in you sucking
my cock.  I'm NOT interested in your filthy pussy.  Your butt is mine in
any case.  So you can't offer me a goddamn thing.  You'll keep quiet unless
you want to be punished even more."

   Kareena clammed shut, but that didn't mean she was scared any less.  She
watched silently as Deepak took a large wire which looked like the Cable-TV
cable, but it forked out into two.  The end of each of the leads was
metallic wire that glinted.  Deepak laid each of the leads on her breasts
and then taped the tips to the nipples.  Kareena started to beg again, but
Deepak raised his hand, and that was enough to keep Kareena quiet.

   Kareena screamed in agony as Deepak clamped two more lead to her pussy
lips using clamps.  "It pains!  It pains!  Please take it away!" she
screamed.  Deepak paid no attention.  Finally he held something in his
hands which first made Kareena stop howling and then howl with even greater
terror.  It was a metallic cylinder, about 6 inches longs and about an inch
in diameter.  It had a round head and was shaped like a dildo.  It shined
in the light of the room.  "This is to fry your ass!" Deepak informed her.
He spat on his hands and then rubbed the saliva on the anal probe.

   "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kareena hollered as Deepak pushed the probe
completely into Kareena's bum-hole.  He pushed a finger behind it,
embedding it in further.  "That's for screaming unnecessarily!  I haven't
even begun using you Human Tester... and you start giving reports already?
In any case... you might as well learn what to do now.  Now listen
carefully, I don't want to repeat myself.  The probes on your tits and the
ones attached to your pussy lips are the positives.  What electricians and
their glorified cousins, the engineers, call the `live' wire.  The cylinder
in your ass-chute is the `neutral'.  Of course which is which hardly
matters when you are getting fried.  Now here's what I'm going to do.  I'm
going to test every single socket in this house.  I'm going to put these,
in to the holes of the socket." he said holding up what looked like
chop-sticks with thick needles at one end and the wires attached at the
other.  "Now when I put these into the socket you will instantly know
whether it works or not.  How?  Well, because you'll get a shock, except
this time the effect will be a thousand times more magnified, since your
innermost parts will feel the electricity flowing through you.  Since you
haven't studied much, I might tell you, that the electricity will flow from
your breasts and pussy towards your ass.  You might think of your ass as a
massive sink into which all the electricity that will flow through the
`lives' will pour into.  Every time you feel `charged up' you'll scream and
let me know that the socket is working.  You will say: `It Works!'.  Now
let's try the first socket!"

   `AAAAAAAAEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!" Kareena screamed as Deepak put
his checking probes into the sockets on the wall and switched the button
on. Then he switched it off.  "I guess this socket isn't working... but it
was working just fine today morning..." he seemed to be speaking to
himself, "but then again, the `Tester' didn't scream out `It works!'...
strange... No, I must try again... I'll try, try till I succeed!  I'll try
till the `Tester' says `IT WORKS!' he ended loudly.  He switched the button
on again.

   "AAAAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTWOOOOOORRKKKKKSSSSSAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Kareena shrieked.  The socket was switched off, and Kareena stopped
screaming.  She was panting.

   "Well!  What do you know!  Robert Bruce was right!  I didn't even have
to try a third time!  The Tester said the words!" he chuckled, seeming
mighty pleased with himself.  Then he grabbed Kareena's hair in a bunch and
snarled at her: "Never ever do anything without my permission!  Hope you'll
remember that when you're screaming.  Like I've promised, I'm going to
check each and every socket in the house.  And incase you think that the
cable's not long enough, it's 200 metres... I'm going to be checking the
sockets in the garden as well... so you'd better scream loudly, cause I'm
going to hold these probes down in the sockets till I can hear you.  Bye
for now... you'll know whenever I'm in `testing times'!" he grinned at her
and left the room.

   For the next half an hour Kareena screamed like there was no tomorrow.
The electric current would make her body jump.  Her ankles and wrists where
she was bound were raw.  Just when she was settling from a shock she'd feel
another jolt and would thrash around like a fledgling learning to fly.. 
True to his word, Deepak did test the sockets in the garden and the
backyard.  He pretended not to hear her and held down the probes for a good
ten seconds before he let her stop screaming.  But he was kind enough to
leave plenty of sockets out.

   When he came back, the bed-sheet below Kareena was soaked in sweat. 
Kareena looked absolutely fagged out, gasping for breath, her hair in
disarray.  In stoic silence Deepak removed the probes from over her body
and from in it.  Then he removed the pillows below her waist and released
the bonds.  She lay still, spent.  Deepak sat beside her.  He took her head
into his lap.  Kareena turned to her side and buried her head in his lap.
She started sobbing softly.  Running his fingers gently through her hair,
he said softly.  "Obedience is of primary importance darling.  If you had
asked me for permission would I have denied you such a small thing?  But
understand... you are my slave, and slaves as a rule, must have no mind of
their own.  That I thought should be simple enough for someone like you
given your pea-sized brain!" he chuckled, "Would you like to rest?" he
asked her kindly.  Kareena nodded a yes.  "Fine... but that would mean
you're doing no work, serving no purpose.  And a slave without a purpose is
as good as a piece of furniture!" Then he clapped his hands and said
"Splendid!  That's what you can be... a piece of furniture!  You can be my
footrest while I watch TV." Kareena raised her head from his lap and stared
at him in disbelief.  He wanted her to humiliate herself further and yet he
was making it sound as if HE was doing HER a favor!

   Deepak saw this and his voice turned grim again: "What's the matter
dear? Don't like the idea?"

   There was such menace in his voice that Kareena immediately agreed to do
what he asked.  He smiled broadly again.  "Glad you like my idea slave...
in any case if you think you don't need rest, that's great, because there's
a toilet out there in the backyard, my constables use it, you could clean
it if you want... with your tongue!  You have a choice: Rest or Restroom!"

   "No!  I'll rest!  I'll rest!" Kareena almost screamed!

   "Hmmm, I dunno..." Deepak said putting his hand on his chin "that toilet
really needs cleaning... yellow like hell with piss stains... you sure you
need rest Poo?"

   "Yes sir!  YES SIR!" Kareena squealed.

   "Okay.  I guess I can get that dick Aman Varma to clean it up... he's
always extra enthusiastic, isn't he!  The sight of a dirty toilet seems to
excite him more than seeing Aishwhoreya nude!  Forget him.  Go to the outer
room and arrange yourself before the couch.  I'll grab me a bite.  And oh
yeah, crawl there on all fours!"

   He waited patiently as Kareena got down on all fours and started
crawling out of the room.  The white globes of her butt which were red that
morning were now a delicate shade of pink.  Her perfect tits dangled below
her like ripe peaches ready to be picked.  Her slit was dark pink and
seemed meant for mating forever.  He smiled a deep smile of satisfaction.

   Kareena wiped her fresh tears en route to the outer room.  She felt
humiliated yes, but it was far better than having to lick a toilet bowl, or
worse still face some more diabolical punishment.  She stopped crawling in
front of the couch.  She tried to figure out how she could simulate a
footrest.  She then kneeled and let her butt touch her feet, and then bent
forward so that her breasts now touched her knees.  Her hands were on the
floor ahead of her.

   Deepak ambled into the room, with a large packet of wafers and a bottle
of beer.  He didn't say anything to Kareena as he sat on the couch.  Then,
as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, he put his legs
forward and on Kareena's back.  Kareena groaned a little under the weight.
Deepak seemed uncomfortable, shuffling his feet constantly.  Then he put a
foot on Kareena's head and pushed it down.

   "You make a lopsided table slave.  Why is your cocky head up?  Push it
down Poo!  Kiss the fucking carpet if you have to!" Kareena felt a ball in
her throat.  Fresh tears welled up in her eyes.  She wished the ground
would split and she'd be swallowed in, rather than being made to face such
degradation.

   Deepak was of course totally detached from her feelings and the like...
Having made sure he was comfortable with his footrest he turned on the TV.
An old hag was blabbering.  But the words made Kareena freeze with fear.

   "There are reports of large scale riots in Teenhaathpur a distant suburb
of Mumbai.  The immediate cause for the altercation is not known, but
unconfirmed reports state that a minor quarrel between youths of the
majority and minority community over some pictures of cine-actress Kareena
Kapoor, snowballed into arson and rioting.  The VHP and the Muslim League
have called for a Mumbai wide bandh tomorrow, independently, to protest
against the violence.  Our correspondent Iluklikeabird Randisawmy reports"

   A short squat and extremely thin girl was flashed on the screen.  She
said much the same things as the main news reader adding only: "The
photographs were apparently taken this morning in the market of
Teenhaathpur, and show a rather racy dressing sense of the young star.  I
have with me the local mohala leader Raja.  Rajajee, kya yeh sach hain ki
Kareenaji idhar aee thee?" the reporter asked in heavily accented Hindi. 
To her horror Kareena saw the face of the dada on the screen.

   "Kareena idhar aya tha!" Raj was saying all excited, "Woh idhar bhajee
lene ko aya.  Bola to ekdam raapchik maal hain..." but the next word was
beeped out.  Raja was hastily pulled away from in front of the camera, but
not before everyone could hear how he'd like to screw Kareena over a push
cart...

   "Looks like you are in a bit of a spot eh dearie?  And looks like you'll
be spending tomorrow's day with me as well!" Deepak guffawed.

   Kareena couldn't think.

   End of Chapter 8.