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 Chapter 9: The one that's Really Hot!

   Kareena screamed!  Her back was on fire.  But soon it was a mixed
thought.  She opened her eyes and realized that the TV was indeed on, but
she had gone to sleep, and had dreamt the entire episode of the bandhs. 
Her joy was so great that she could almost smile.  Suddenly though, the
source of the burning sensation had vanished.

   "Oops Poo!  I kept my mug of coffee on your back... you simulate a table
so awfully well!  Oh well, since you're up, we might as well get some work
done.  There's some vacuuming to be done, and a few other small jobs... but
you'd better begin with some cooking... I'm starving!"

   Kareena looked at him nonplussed.  "I don't know how to cook, Sir" she
said in a very small voice, after a pause.

   "What?" Deepak demanded.

   "I don't know how to cook, Sir" Kareena repeated.  Kareena struggled but
worked hard to not yell as Deepak grabbed her hair and pulled it upwards,
forcing her to stand.  She began to cry as Deepak slapped her.

   "Worthless piece of shit!  You heroines seem to think that just because
you are big stars, you don't have to perform the duties of a woman.  Who
cooked at your home Cunt?"

   "The servants, Sir, and sometimes Lolo helped them..."

   "And you were the bratty younger sister, right?" he asked as he slapped
her yet again.  "Answer me bitch, answer me!" he said slapping her twice
again, not letting her any chance to reply.

   "Yes Sir!" Kareena finally blurted out among the blows.

   "Yes Sir WHAT?  Don't you need to know how to cook?  Your servants cook
for you, you are my servant... so shouldn't you do the cooking?"

   "Yes Sir, but..." Kareena didn't complete.  She was wincing from pain;
Deepak was now twisting her nipple viciously.

   Finally Deepak let go.  Kareena sank to the floor in a cross legged sit.
Her head was hung, her eyes still moist with tears.  Deepak wasn't finished
though:
"Since you aren't going to cook, I'll have to order out... AGAIN!"
Kareena didn't say anything, Deepak continued: "So you are going to have to

repay me for my kindness, will you do that Chameli?"

   "Yes Sir." Kareena replied almost involuntarily, but wondering at the
same time what the repayment would be.

   Deepak went up to his desk and took out a paper and a pen.  "Do you know
how to read and write you piece of garbage?  I mean did you actually study
in school, or just romp around lifting your skirt to anything that walked
on two legs?"

   "I do Sir, I know how to read and write." Kareena piped up.

   "Fine, then come and sit on my lap.  You have to write a letter." Deepak
said, seating himself at the desk.  Kareena moved up to him and sat on his
lap.  Without any hint Deepak held around the waist with one hand and
jammed two fingers of the other into her cunt.

   "Still sopping wet.  Don't you ever get tired of being horny, slut?"
Kareena didn't reply.  "Let's get on with the letter.  Now remember, write
exactly as I tell you, and don't stop unless I say so..  Mistakes will earn
punishments; you should know that well enough by now.  Ready to write?"

   "Yes Sir." Kareena replied, but now suddenly aware of the fact that
Deepak was rubbing her pussy.

   "Good, then begin: To the Commisioner of Police."

   Kareena began writing.  She had been proud of her handwriting since
school.  It was beautiful, the letters were written rapidly but words ended
in a flourish, making it look like the calligraphy on certificates.

   "Done?  Okay, now write the subject, `Request for transfer of Inspector
Deepak Salvi".  Kareena put it down.

   "Write: Dear Sir, I Kareena Kapoor, request the transfer of Inspector
Deepak Salvi, to my personal protection force."
Kareena's hand froze as she heard the words.  This was insane!  Today's
day had been the most terrible day of her life.  And it was all because of
this man.  She couldn't do it!  She wouldn't let him get himself
transferred.  He'd be around her 24 hours a day then!  And that would be

unbearable!

   The next moment Kareena almost flew into the air as she screamed her
lungs out.  Deepak had caught her clit between his thumb and index finger
and practically ripped it off her body.

   "Didn't I tell you NOT to pause?" Deepak chastised, but in a quiet
steely manner.  "And the paper's now ruined... you'll just have to start
writing again." he continued.  Indeed, there was along line draw across the
paper when Kareena had jerked because of the sudden torture.  "Get back to
writing, and do write what I tell you, without questioning.  Yes, I want to
be round you all the time.  I have realized what I was missing in my life:
A fuck-toy like you!  And if I'm around you 24/7, I at least get a few
hours everyday to be with you... If not we can reduce your sleeping
hours... or maybe we could fuck between shots... the possibilities are
endless.  Yes, it'll be wonderful!" Deepak seemed to be talking to himself
again.  He snapped out of it and began dictating the letter anew.

   At long last the letter was done.  (Kareena having to write it a third
time because she had an orgasm and that ruined that particular attempt. 
Deepak made her write a fourth copy because he loved her hand writing so
much...) Deepak made Kareena sign the letters and also address the
envelopes.  The stamps were of course put in the truly original fashion of
Deepak.

   "We'll have a good time together, won't we Poo?" he grinned at Kareena.

   "Yes sir." Kareena replied, not meaning either word of it.

   "I'm sure we will... now to the next task... vacuum the bedroom whilst I
order food.  Aren't you forgetting something?"

   "What Sir?"

   "When someone is kind to you what do you do?"

   Kareena's face burned.  Then she screamed: "You really expect me to
thank you?  For what?  For making my life hell?  For humiliating me?  For
treating me like dirt?  What for?  You expect me to thank you... well...
you can just go fuck yourself!" Then without even looking at Deepak she
stomped off into the bedroom.  Deepak followed her in silence.  Entering
the bedroom, he closed the door behind him, and locked it.

   "Darling... I'm not the one who's going to fuck himself... you will! 
I've been too kind with you... listening quietly to your nonsense.  Now you
will fuck yourself by pushing your FIST UP YOUR CUNT!  And what's worse...
I'm going to be fucking your shitter while you're at it... You should learn
from your shit-hole... it's been so badly fucked, and yet it keeps shut. 
And shut tight.  Though now you're going to wish it never would shut up...
Maybe your mouth and bung-hole should exchange places...Or did they some
time?  You keep talking so much shit!"

   The mention of the word "ass" set Kareena shivering.  She wished she
hadn't shot off like that.

   "I'm sorry sir... not my ass, please sir!  Please sir!  Forgive your
poor slave.  Fuck me sir, make me do anything, but leave my ass alone! 
Please sir!"

   Deepak punched Kareena in the stomach.  It wasn't a very hard punch, but
enough to knock the air out of her.  She fell with a thud on the bed, face
down.  Deepak put his foot on her back, pinning her down on the bed.  She
yelled, the edge of the shoe-sole was eating into the small of her back.

   "Anything Poo?"

   "Yes Sir!" Kareena breathed heavily.

   "You sure slut?  Because you can't back off then!"

   "Anything sir, just please leave my ass alone!"

   "Hmmm... smarter than I thought... I thought I'd have you say anything
and then push my fist up your ass... Fisting your ass qualifies as
`anything' does it not?"

   Kareena baulked at such an idea.  Then she repeated, but more dolefully
now: "Sir, I'll do anything, anything at all... but please no more torture
to my ass!"

   "Will you obey all that I tell you, and cause no more trouble?"

   "Yes Sir, but please leave..."

   Before she could say the words Deepak had smacked her hard on the
buttocks.  "Enough with your ass already!  I'll leave it alone.  Now show
your obedience by getting down on your knees in a doggie pose!"

   Kareena whimpered but got down into position.  Deepak turned towards his
cupboard and started rummaging as he was wont to do.  Kareena didn't dare
to look up.

   At length, Deepak spoke: "Alright bitch... two options: Re-born Virgin
or the Sizzler.  Which will it be?"

   "I dunno what they are, Sir" Kareena managed to stammer out.

   "Hmmm... I guess I should explain.  You have been fucked plenty of times
right?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Yes Sir WHAT you CUNT?  Speak in complete sentences!"

   "Yes Sir, I have been fucked plenty of times."

   "Exactly!  So you aren't a virgin quite.  So here's what I'm going to
do. I'll take tissue paper napkin, and sew it to your cunt-lips.  And then
I'll fuck your puss with its new covering.  It'll feel to me like breaking
your cherry, and prior experience tells me you'll cry just as much as you
did when you were first deflowered... in fact you'll cry a lot more... when
I fuck your puss, threads sewing the pussy lips are drawn together... in
fact at times they tear thru the ..."

   "The sizzler!  The sizzler!" Kareena cried!  She definitely didn't want
any sewing up of her pussy!  What could be more dangerous or horrible than
that!

   "I wish I could say that you've made a wise choice Hon but... Well,
alright, since you've made your choice, I might as well explain this new
toy.  It's one of my favourites, since I happen to have designed it myself.
This is what it is!" he said.

   Kareena saw a gleaming metallic dildo shaped toy.  The upper part which
resembled a dildo completely was about a foot long and about two inches in
diameter.  It had a very smooth and round head.  The base was a cylinder,
much wider than the upper portion.  An electric cord came out of it.  It
didn't look very threatening, and Kareena wondered what she was expected to
do with it.  Her question was soon answered.

   "This is what I call the `Sizzler'." Deepak informed her, "You can see
the electric cord running out at the bottom.  So you will know this is an
electric device..." Kareena looked at him horrified.  "No worry darling, no
more shocks for you... not for now, in any case!  Back to the `Sizzler':
the base has heating coils, as does the protrusion.  When electricity is
passed, the coils get heated up.  Now, I've made sure that the `stick' as I
call it has been insulated enough, so that it won't burn your insides... or
so I hope... but the base is a different story.  It gets mighty hot. 
Wondering why it's called the `Sizzler'?  Here's how it's supposed to work:
I'll place it on a stand and you will fuck the stick part, standing of
course.  Now the fun part: As your pussy juices up, the pussy juices will
work their way down to the base: that's where they SIZZLE!  So you'll hear
sounds as if fish are being fried below your pussy... hell, I hope it
doesn't smell as much!  I wouldn't know... Oh didn't I mention?  You're the
first one to try out my new device."

   Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak put his hand over her
mouth.  Her cries were now muffled.

   "No need to thank me dearie, the pleasure is all mine!  Now let's move
to the outer room, that's the scene of the action!  I mean your action!"

   Kareena refused to budge.  Then she saw stars.  She yelled loudly into
Deepak's hand, but never finished her cry.  She fainted with the pain long
before that.  Deepak had kicked her squarely in the cunt.

   Kareena woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach.  Her cunt complained
terribly, but she was horrified to discover that her hands were cuffed
behind her back and that her mouth had been gagged.  As she looked around
with her big blue eyes, the doe began to whimper again.  She had just
realized that her hair had been tied.  In front of her was a wooden stool
with the `Sizzler' fixed to it.  The stool seemed to have been made for the
tool.  She hadn't noticed earlier that the base was threaded.  The
`Sizzler' was now screwed into the stool and stood up proud, and
menacingly. It was already plugged in, and now Kareena's eyes opened even
wider as saw that the air around the device was shimmering because of the
heat.  This `thing' was definitely very very hot!

   Deepak noticed Kareena stirring and got to work immediately.  Kareena
shouted loudly as she felt her hair being pulled upwards.  But Deepak
wasn't pulling it!  A rope had been tied to Kareena's hair and now she was
forced to get off the ground if she didn't want her hair pulled out by the
roots.  She started to stand up but her legs gave away mid-way.  Kareena
yelled loudly into the gag as she was momentarily hung solely by her hair.
She quickly put her legs down as Deepak continued to haul her up.  The rope
had been passed thru a pulley on a hook.  The hook was originally fitted
into the ceiling in order to hang a zhula, but that had never been done.

   At last Deepak stopped hauling.  But that didn't mean that Kareena had
stopped howling!  She was now standing on her tip toes.  Deepak seemed
oblivious to her hassle as he tied the free end of the rope to the foot of
a sofa.  Kareena watched him with abject fear as he brought the stool with
the `Sizzler' attached closer and closer.  He seemed to have missed
something, so he went behind her, and then even as Kareena hollered, he
lifted her right off the ground.  Kareena's horror was multiplied because
though she was shouting with all her might, none of it was audible to
Deepak.  She felt pain in her own ears as the sound of her cries rang
through them, but all Deepak heard (or pretended not to hear) was a muffled
cry.

   Deepak now dragged the table towards the spot where she had been
standing.  For a few moments Kareena's weight rested on Deepak's back as he
moved her away from ground zero.  Then he turned around suddenly and caught
both her legs near the thighs.  He lifted them further so that they were
now in a straight line.  He lifted her entire weight by the thighs and
lifted her a bit further in the air.  Kareena hollered some more as her
pussy was splayed open by the pose she was in.  Deepak positioned her cunt
above the `Sizzler' and then without any warning he let go off Kareena's
thighs.

   Kareena screamed her loudest cry ever as her pussy landed with a thud on
the head of the `Sizzler'.  Since her entire body weight was acting down on
one small spot, her cunt quickly split taking in four inches of the Sizzler
rapidly.  Kareena's legs had come down crashing as well, but their fall was
arrested as the thighs pressed down hard on the edges of the stool.

   Kareena looked a sight: There she was: the most successful cock-tease in
Bollywood, hung up by her hair, her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs
split open, and a metal rod stuck up her vagina.

   Deepak stood in front of her with a mocking smile.  Turning to his side
he took a glass of water that was kept there.  He dipped two fingers in the
glass and then let two drops fall gently onto the base of the Sizzler. 
Satisfied with the `Chrrrr' sound it made as the steam rose; he gave a
smile of deep satisfaction.  He spoke for the first time since Kareena had
awoken:

   "See the steam darling?  The base of this thing is freaking hot!"

   Kareena didn't need to be told this!  She had the phallic rod of this
diabolical device embedded inside her, and boy was it HOT!  It was not hot
enough to cause any permanent damage, but it was hot enough to cause
intense agony.  Kareena was yelling continuously now, but all Deepak heard
was a continual whimper.  He spoke again:

   "Now I'm going to let you down... if I were you, I wouldn't touch base!"

   Kareena had expected Deepak to let her down slowly, but instead Deepak
just freed the other end of the rope.  Kareena howled!  The 10 inches of
the rod had been thrust inside her in one stroke.  It felt as if a red hot
poker had been shoved up her pussy.  Kareena had narrowly escaped having
her pussy-lips roasted on the Sizzler base.  It had taken all her presence
of mind to arrest her fall as soon as her feet reached the ground.

   This wasn't something which helped either, because either by design or
accident, Deepak had arranged the Sizzler such that if Kareena didn't want
to make contact with the base, she had to stand on tip toe.  The strain on
Kareena's legs was unbearable!

   Deepak decided he had kept the bitch silent for too long.  He removed
the gag.  At once Kareena began to beg:

   "Forgive me Sir, please get me off this device!  It's too hot!  I'll
burn up from inside!  Please Sir!"

   Deepak's only reaction was to start playing with her clitoris.

   "I need you to juice up Poo... or rather juice down onto the base! 
Until you do that, I'm afraid, there's going to be no respite.  Wouldn't
you have rather had a fisting?  But then... you were born to make stupid
choices... why else would you act opposite Tusshar Kapoor?

   Suddenly the phone rang jarringly, breaking the tense silence.

   "Shit!" Deepak exclaimed, "That damn thing had to ring right now!  How I
hate putting you on auto!  It's so much nicer to see you squirm under my
hands!"

   Kareena didn't understand what he was saying but her unasked question
was answered almost immediately.  Deepak put his hand under the stool and
pressed an unseen button.  The Sizzler now began to Whirr.

   "Hope you like the `Fuckin' Hot Vibrator Mode'!" he chuckled and walked
away to answer the call.

   If Kareena had been silent till now it was only because she was afraid
of being handled (Even more!) roughly, but now that Deepak had closed the
door behind him, she began to howl.  As the artificial penis was vibrating,
it became hotter and hotter.  Now Kareena was sure that her cunt was going
to be fried from the inside.  She vowed to herself to never eat any
barbecue items again.  She now knew how the meat must feel!  (The return of
the armchair philosopher).  She prayed to all the Gods she could remember,
to get her out of this ordeal.

   Kareena was facing her mind-body dilemma again.  In her mind she didn't
want to cum.  She couldn't imagine being aroused when she was being debased
so much, but her pussy told another story.  The vibrations were titillating
the much abused orifice.  Kareena's cunt which was never known to be
particularly dry, was now showering the base with pussy juice.  It made the
familiar sound `Chrrr', but adding injury to insult was the fact that
Kareena just couldn't stop juicing.

   Juicing was making her life more terrible as well.  As the juices
reached the base and were vaporized, the cum spluttered and sent angry
white hot drops of fried cum juice onto her thighs.  More horribly, the
continuous cumming was arduous physically.  Her legs threatened to give
away, and every so often her cunt-lips would come tantalizingly close to
the base.

   Kareena was now semi-conscious.  Lust was slowly taking over, but the
conscious part of her mind cried out in terror.  If she orgasmed, she knew
she would not be able to hold balance.  She was sure her lips would then
get burnt.  Her conscious mind begged her body not to come.

   Suddenly its wish came true.  Kareena who had now closed her eyes and
begun to moan opened them wide.  The vibrations had stopped.  Deepak stood
in front of her with a mocking smile, he had pulled the plug on the
Sizzler.

   "You are a born slut Poo!  I'm sure you'll shine in Chameli! 
Whore-heart, that's what I call bitches like you.  Here you are, tied up,
with a ghastly contraption shoved up your pussy, and you are still moaning
with pleasure like a bitch in heat.  I bow before the greatest hooker I
have seen in my life!"

   Deepak gave a mock bow, but Kareena's cheeks burned red.  She realized
what he had just said was true.  She couldn't believe that she had reached
so low.  But Deepak didn't seem interested in letting her think too much.
He spoke loudly now.

   "Chameli, it seems I have to report to the police station.  Chaman
Dedfutya has been arrested.  He could lead us to the main guy behind the
drug cartel that's been running in central Mumbai.  You have quite a few
hours left as my servant, so I can just order you, but since I'm feeling
kind, I'll give you two options: You can come with me, or you can stay
here. If you stay at home, you'll have to clean up that toilet bowl I told
you to.  And since there's a camera installed there, I'll know for sure
whether you licked it clean or just took an easier way out.  My bedroom
toilet is dirty as well, so you'll have to clean that up too.  But before
that, you'll have to test-run my Sizzler.  We now know it works well in the
pussy, but will it be so easy on the ass as well?  That you will find out
and report to me."

   The `A' word had Kareena speaking at once: "I'll come!  I'll come!"

   "Hmmm, a hooker on an investigation is always a problem, but alright. 
But you're going to have to get off your beloved Sizzler if you're going to
come with me.  GET OFF ALREADY!" Deepak yelled.

   Kareena got of the Sizzler in a jiffy.  She stood there mute, her hands
still behind her back and a long rope extending down from her hair.  Deepak
smiled to himself as he noticed Kareena's pussy lips had puffed out and her
hole was still dripping.

   "Put on some clothes for goodness sake!  You can't come with me looking
like this!"

   Kareena's head was bowed and she said almost inaudibly: "My hands are
cuffed Sir, and I don't have anything to wear."

   "Jeez!  I have to think of everything!  Is it my fault you have no
clothes left?" Deepak walked off to the inner room and returned presently.
He un-cuffed Kareena.  Throwing a dirty old shirt at her, he ordered her to
wear it.

   "Let me grab the Jeep keys and we'll be off!" he said.

   "Sir!" Kareena cried, "Sir what about my underwear?"

   "Whatever for?  From whom exactly are you trying to hide you pussy?  The
only others at the police-station will be Pandu and Datta.  And they pretty
much know what I do.  I let them screw a few of the younger bar-dancers
once in a while.  Woh bhi khush, hum bhi khush!  Only the girls are not so
khush, but who gives a shit what they think!  I think I'll give them both a
tremendous `Khushi' tonight... they'll be indebted for life... okay
`Khushi'?"

   Kareena opened her mouth to protest, but Deepak was already gone.

   Kareena wore the shirt, but she felt terribly naked.  The shirt was made
of very thin material.  It was short as well, and Kareena knew she had to
be careful not to bend, or it'd be one glorious ass-show.

   Deepak came back dressed in uniform.  He put out his elbow.  "Come my
love, let's go to the party!" he said jovially.  Kareena was glad to leave
his house of terror.  She locked her arm with his and they both stepped
out.
   End of Chapter 9.