Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 10: The one in the End. The night was cold. Kareena's nipples gave it an instant salute, but her pussy was pacified. The Sizzler had kept it thoroughly hot and absolutely dry. As the night air rose, it calmed down the abused hole. Though it felt a little funny to be walking outside without any underwear, Kareena was feeling rather good about the cooling down. In fact she was feeling so good that she lifted the bottom edge of the shirt to expose her pussy a little more. Then she realized how obscene it must look, and quickly pulled away her hand. They had come close to the jeep by now. "Fanning your fanny dear? " Deepak chuckled. Kareena was stunned. She didn't think he'd noticed. "I asked you a question girlie!" Deepak said in a sterner tone. "Yes sir, I mean no sir, I mean... my cunny was a little hot sir, and the night air felt nice... I'm sorry sir!" "Sorry? Hell no! Don't be! Since you like it so much, I'll make sure you feel it all the way from here to the police station!" Kareena stared at him. "On the hood doll!" Kareena didn't move. Deepak was not a man of patience. He expected to be obeyed immediately. He lifted Kareena and seated her on the bonnet of the Jeep. Kareena still didn't understand what he was getting at. She sat there, craning her neck after him. Deepak went to the back of the Jeep and brought out large lengths of rope. It suddenly dawned on Kareena what he planned to do. Immediately she started to move, trying to jump off the hood. But Deepak was too swift for her. He pushed her back. The night seemed to have brought Kareena new found energy. She struggled like a wild cat. Scratching and pawing at Deepak, but in the end Deepak was much stronger. He slapped her so hard that she saw stars. Before she could come back to her senses, Deepak had pinned down her right leg and tied it to the side of the Jeep. Once this was done it was relatively easy to tie down her other leg. Kareena shouted wildly. Her limbs which had only recently been splayed monstrously open were now spread out once again. They complained crazily. If Kareena hadn't done splits in school, she would have definitely taken permanent damage. Deepak tied a length of rope on her wrist and pulled back the arm against the windshield. Passing the rope from the inside of the Jeep, he brought it out at the other end and tied her other wrist with it. Kareena was now effectively immobilized. Her back rested against the windscreen. Deepak had pulled up the shirt she was wearing so that her butt now touched the cold hood of the vehicle. That didn't seem so bad right now, but Deepak knew it could get scalding hot as the Jeep ran a little while. "I'm going to use your body like a rag-doll, cunt!" he informed Kareena, "If it were only for today then I'd have been nicer, but since I'm going to be around you constantly, I'm sure I'll have other times to be more romantic. Today I want to make you pain. I'm going to get rid of that stinky attitude that you have. I hope the breeze cools down your pussy because you have three men to please at the police station!" But Kareena was too absorbed in her misery to hear him. She tugged hard at the ropes, but they had been tied very securely, giving her almost no purchase. Her throat was now parched from the constant screaming, and all that came out was hoarse cries. But the tone had changed. Initially she had called Deepak myriad names, and ordered him to release her, but now she was begging him to release her. Deepak paid no attention. He got into the Jeep and started it. Almost instantly Kareena, whose shouting had been a little low volumed, now started to yell like there was no tomorrow. What had felt so nice when she was walking was now a torture. Deepak had upped the speed, and now the cold air felt like a blast on her sore pussy. To add to that `chilling' misery, her ass was now being toasted over the hot bonnet. Just as she thought she'd pass out, they arrived at the police station. Hearing the sound of the Jeep, Pandu and Datta came out. They ogled wildly at the body adorning the Bonnet. "Kaise lage mere Autographics? Sau takka free! Aur paint bhi nahi bighadta!" Deepak chuckled as he jumped out of the Jeep. Pandu and Datta laughed raucously, never letting their eyes off Kareena. Kareena's face burned in shame. For a moment she forgot all about her raw wrists and ankles and summoned the steeliest look she could and stared back at the constables. But the next moment she screamed horribly as Deepak caught her pussy lips and tugged them out hard. "Hmmm, jivanta ahe meli!" he said "gheun ya re aat. Dedfutya bolat nahi na... hya randela baghitlyavar kasa nahi bolnar! Gheun ya aat... kalji ghya, laath marte ghodyasarkhi. Traas dila tar dya ekadh don lagaoon." ("Get her in. Dedfutya ain't talking? Let's see how he doesn't speak when he sees this whore. Be careful though: she kicks! If she causes any trouble give her a few tight ones!") Saying so, Deepak went into the police station. Kareena had no opportunity to kick. Pandu and Datta went about their jobs like professionals. While Datta untied her legs, and held them tight, Pandu released her hands. Kareena would have tried to hit out with her hands, but as soon as they were freed, Datta pulled her off the hood by her legs. Pandu caught her before she fell down and together they carried her in like a sack of potatoes. From the corner of her eye she saw that her Skoda was still parked there, covered with even more bird-droppings and a thick layer of dust. Even as she looked a dog which had been barking for a while lifted its leg and let out a jet over the rear tyre. Kareena closed her eyes and wept silently. Kareena saw a watch on the wall. It was closing on midnight. She saw the cabin she had been in just the previous morning. That seemed so far away. But they weren't taking her into the cabin. They carried her into a dark room. A single light shone in the middle of the room casting a circle of light on the floor. They put her down roughly; face downwards, on the cold floor. Datta's `danda' pushed down between her shoulder blades while Pandu's stick pinned her down at the small of the back. Kareena lifted her head to look around. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the diminished light. She gasped at the sight she saw. A man was tied upside down by his legs, the light streaming down onto his body from the top. His legs were tied to rope that ran over a pulley. The other end of the rope was tied to a hook on the side of the room. His hands were tied behind his back. He wasn't very tall at all, about five feet. He wasn't wearing much either, just the rudimentary baniyan and underwear. Deepak had his baton in hand. Deepak struck the man on his back with it. The man screamed. "Bhadve, Bijlani ka supari liya tu? Kisne diya supari? Bol madarchod nahi to itna marunga ki hospitalize karna padega." "Maa kasam sahab, apun ko kuch nahi malum!" the man wailed. "Natak karataye saale. Seedhe se bata, nahito peeth phod ke rakhdunga!" said Deepak striking another blow on the man's back. "Bhagwan ke liye humko chhod do sahab, maine supari nahi lee!" the man begged. "Tu aise nahi bataiga... shayad yeh randi terese kuchh ugalva sake!" Deepak said. Then on a sign from him, Kareena was carried into the circle of light. Almost as soon as she was put down, Deepak hauled her up by her hair. Kareena stood up with a little yowl. The man, who had been so far whimpering, suddenly went quiet. "Pehchana is raand ko?" Deepak shouted, "haan yeh Kareena Kapoor hain. Saalee ne meri gaand chaati hain aaj. Kyun chaati hain ki nahi?" said Deepak turning towards Kareena and slapping her hard. "Jawab de suar ki bacchi, jawab de!" he cried grabbing her cheeks with his hand and making her lips pout. "Haan! Haan!" Kareena cried, not wishing to be insulted anymore in front of such scum. "Chusse gi iska lavda?" Deepak asked her. Kareena made no reply. "Pandu jara danda ghussad iski gaand mein... jab gaand fategi tabhi samjhegi laundiya." "Chusoongee! Chusoongee!" Kareena yelled. "Ab aee na line mein! Chal shirt uttar!" Very slowly Kareena began to unbutton her shirt. Deepak had no patience. He caught the shirt by the collars and ripped it open sending the buttons flying in every direction. "Datta dekh saale ka kaise khada ho raha hain!" said Deepak striking the man once again. The man groaned but his eyes were now glued to Kareena's naked form not two feet away from him. "Chuddy uttar iski, raand!" Deepak ordered Kareena. Very reluctantly she tugged the man's underwear upwards. She looked in horror at the thing that sprung almost into her face. "Kaisa laga Dedfutya ka ded foot?" Deepak teased Kareena. It was unbelievable. Chaman's penis was unhumanly long. Even now when it was semi-flaccid it was almost a foot long. "Maa ki permission ke liye ruki hain kya kutti? Chus saale ka lavda!" Pandu yelled, out of the blue. "Shaanti Pandu. Adjust hu de tila... Nantar tumcha hi turn yeil! Pandu tera number bhi ayega! Chalo Kareenajee, time to begin!" ("Patience Pandu. Let her adjust. You'll get your turn soon!") Kareena looked very frightened. She just kept staring at the cock which was getting stiffer by the minute, and, to her horror, longer! Kareena rent the silence with a high-pitched shriek. Deepak had struck her bottom hard with his baton. "Admire karne ko time nahi hain! Kaam chalu kar!" There was such menace in his voice that Kareena put her hands out and held the rod. Then she put her lips onto it, and began to suck very slowly. If Chaman's cock had been growing laterally till now, it started growing width wise on her sucking. Soon Kareena's mouth was full and she could already taste the pre-cum. "Lollipop kha rahi hain kya Randee? Jara aur chuus!" Deepak said. He grabbed her hair in a bunch and rammed her head onto the cock. Kareena gasped, but as she did, the cock sank a few inches down her throat. Kareena panicked. She couldn't breathe! Deepak was forcing more and more of the monstrous member down her throat. Just as she felt she would pass out Deepak dragged her head back by the hair. Kareena gasped for air, but before she had had her fill Deepak had rammed her head forwards again. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, back and forth her torture continued. Suddenly she felt something on her pussy. Faintly through the violence of her face-fucking she heard one of the constables say: "Kha raand ki chut, KHA!" If Kareena had been able to look downwards she would've seen Chaman's face being forced into her pussy. Right now all she felt was hot breath. Chaman had his own problems. Forced into Kareena's pussy, he couldn't breathe either. Though the pussy smelt divine, and it was a real cock raiser to be snuffing Kareena Kapoor's pussy, they couldn't compensate for oxygen! Involuntarily he opened his mouth, only to have Kareena's hairy pussy fed into it. Kareena felt a strange feeling now. All that she hated was happening once more. She hated her position, she hated the situation, she hated everything that she was doing, but her body was out to betray her once again. The hot breath on her pussy, and the intermittent licking by Chaman (he had started to put out his tongue, finding it easier to breathe that way) was exciting her once more. Much as she tried not to, her pussy was juicing up. But it did not last for long. All said, Kareena was an excellent cock-sucker as Deepak already knew. Kareena felt Chaman's cock-head bulging in her throat and knew what was about to happen. She tried desperately to get the cock out of her, but Deepak held her head firm. From her reaction and from the obscene lump in her throat, he had guessed what was about to happen. Not only did he hold her head forced down on the gigantic cock, he now put his other hand below her chin and pushed it up so that Kareena bit down on the cock. This did the trick. Chaman's cock spasmed and sent burning cum hurtling down her throat. Stream after stream of gooey white hot liquid it spurted. Kareena was now gagging. But her gagging only acted as a pump on the snakelike cock down her throat, it only helped to milk out more juice. Kareena's eyes went wide. Despite she tearing them open a darkness filled them. Just as she began to lose consciousness Deepak pulled her head backwards. But it was of little help. Chaman's cock was still cumming. Even as Deepak pulled Kareena's mouth completely off the cock, an angry stream met Kareena right in the eye. Another ran onto her nose, and some more cum landed on her chin. It seemed as if Chaman's cock hadn't liked losing its cum-sponge at all! At last Chaman stopped cumming. Kareena looked like a used whore from a Japanese bukkake movie. Her face was coated with sperm, and her mouth which was still open had a pool of white liquid inside it. "Drink it!" Deepak ordered her. She didn't seem to be listening. She was too tired from her forced throat exercise. Deepak, not wanting to touch her cum-stained face, hit her lightly with his stick on her butt. "DRINK IT!" he said louder than before. The butt-stroke had made Kareena look at him and quietly she swallowed. The next moment she gave a heave. But Pandu's hand was on her face in flash. "Idhar ulti nahi karne ka!" he informed her. Then with Datta's help he led her to a toilet that was adjoining the torture cell. Deepak could hear a loud retching sound, and then fluid falling. Some more retching and some more fluid fell. Finally he heard a flush being pulled. Datta and Pandu led Kareena back into the cell. They had to practically carry her in. Her face was hung, her hair in disarray, and a wet sheen of sweat covering her entire body. She was absolutely famished, Deepak could tell. He signed to the men and they put her down on the floor. She sat cross-legged, her hands between her feet, and her chin touching her chest. "Datta, madam na face wash de!" ("Give madam a face-wash") Deepak said suddenly. Kareena looked up, wondering what this new term meant. Datta seemed apprehensive. "Sir... face wash?" he asked slowly. "Dattaram! Kaay premat vagare padlas ki kaay? Arre raandela thoknya agaodar chehra saaf nako ka? Apan jasa tya Bar-girl na vagavto, tasach vagvaycha hila. No special treatment!" ("Dattaram, are you in love or something? Before you fuck this whore, you gotta get her face clean, don't you? Treat her like we treat the bar-girls... no special treatment!") Unfortunately Kareena didn't have a translator to translate the talk for her, but Deepak's tone told her that whatever was forthcoming wasn't going to be very good. Not wishing to be tortured any more, she let all her pride fly to the winds and feel flat on her belly, her hands reaching out to grab Deepak's ankle. "Please let me go sir, please let me go. I can't take this anymore. I'll die sir!" Kareena begged. "Hmmm... you're talking gibberish, you DO need a face wash, it'll freshen you up!" saying so, Deepak grabbed her hair and dragged her across the cold floor into the toilet. He dragged her to the edge of the toilet seat, and Kareena suddenly realized what he meant to do. She began to thrash about, but Deepak calmly dunked her head into the toilet bowl and pulled the flush. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Kareena had begun to shriek, but now water flowed thru her mouth, her nostrils. Deepak held her head down till the water stopped flowing. After holding it down for another additional ten seconds or so, he pulled her head back. "Not nearly clean enough!" he said and dunked her head back into the bowl. Again she heard the flush being pulled. Her head was again surrounded by water. But this time she did not retaliate. She knew she had lost. She had sunken to depths beyond redemption. Now she had seen it all. As Deepak pulled out her head this time, she was silent. He made her stand up and pushed her ahead of him into the room. Datta came forward, but Deepak signaled him to stop. Deepak led her into the circle of light and released her arm. She stood there, her head bowed, her hands in front of her, covering her pussy. But it wasn't out of modesty anymore. She had left that back in the loo. It was just where her hands had gone naturally, and that was all there was to it. Deepak ripped Chaman's underwear off his body and threw it to Kareena. "Wipe your face and thank the owner!" he ordered. Kareena did just that. Handing the by now wet underwear to Chaman, she whispered "Thank you Sir." Softly. Deepak smiled. He knew he had broken her. "Lick his ass!" he bellowed. Kareena didn't even waver for a moment. She quietly walked behind the man, parted his ass-cheeks and began probing his ass crack with her tongue. She noticed it tasted a lot different, and much dirtier, but she was beyond tears now. In and out, in and out her tongue darted. She was almost robotic about it. Her mind was in a daze. Nothing she would now do would be too demeaning. But even if Kareena was passive about the matter, Chaman was definitely not! The very thought of having a superstar like Kareena lick his ass, made his one and half foot stand up proud. Then, all of a sudden he shrieked out very loudly and his body fell limp. Deepak had brought down his baton on Chaman's manhood. The blow had been so severe that the prisoner had fainted. Datta and Pandu splashed his face with water and roused him. "Bhadve, bol! Supari liya ke nahin!" Deepak yelled at him. "Nahi saab..." the man groaned. Deepak noticed Kareena had stopped licking. "Raand, tujhe chatna kisne band karne ko bola?" he thundered, turning towards her. She mouthed a quick "Sorry" and got back to the licking. It was Chaman's body that now betrayed him. He'd get hard, and every single time Deepak would strike him unconscious. He'd be revived and Deepak would repeat his question. The seventh time he was revived, Chaman spoke quickly, and almost incoherently: "Saab mein kabool karta hoon! Kabool karta hoon! Bas mujhe aur mat maro!" Deepak gave him a cold smile. He signaled to the havaldars. They let him down and took him away to sign a confession. Deepak took out a mobile from his pocket. To Kareena's astonishment, it was her own. He didn't seem interested in her though. He keyed in a number. "Hello, Bada Bhai ko de be!" he snarled. After a short pause he spoke: "Haan, bhai, Salvi bolra hun. Woh Chaman ne confess kar diya hain. Tum Raja ko bhej kar woh saale Bijlani ko tapka daalo. Bahut shareef banta hain saala. Fikar mat karo, Raja ko kucch nahi hoga. Chaman jaaega andar! Phudak raha tha madarchot, bola hafta nahi bharega. Ab chadega faasi pein. Thik hain, abhi rakhta hoon. Amount bhej dena chhamiya ke saath!" Kareena looked at him, stunned. She couldn't imagine the villainy. Deepak looked at her and smiled. "Saale kambhakt pet ka sawal...!" he said. The devil couldn't be more evil, Kareena was sure. Pandu and Datta had come back. Deepak wanted to test his fuck-toy's compliance. "My Maid in India...Beg them to fuck your ass!" he ordered Kareena, "and on all fours!". This time Kareena didn't hesitate even a moment. She got down to her knees, crawled up to the two men and said: "Kripiya meri gaand mariye!" "Kyu Pandu? Mare ga Chameli ki gaand?" Deepak taunted. Pandu and Datta came close to Deepak and whispered something in his ear. He seemed a little amused, and smiled a little. After they had finished their little conversations, Deepak walked up to Kareena and told her: "These two men have had a fantasy for very long. They can't carry it out on any of the female inmates because the inmates are under the protection of the law. But you, you are a different case. As long as we don't kill you here, no one will ever know what transpired between you and my two havaldars. So crawl behind me to the adjacent cell. I want to see them try out their fantasy!" saying so he walked to the adjacent cell. Kareena followed him on all fours. Whatever these men meant to do with her was bound to happen, how much pain she could add to it was in her hands, this much she knew. She had decided to simply obey. Atleast they didn't want to kill her, and that was a comforting thought. She simply crawled behind Deepak, into the cell. The cell was a proper cell, meant for detaining petty criminals. Since `petty' criminals were such a rare commodity these days, the cell was largely vacant. Suddenly Pandu stripped absolutely and lay flat on the jail floor. His prick stood like a little flag pole at right angles to his horizontal body. After the one-eyed snake that Kareena had been made to swallow a little while ago, this man's dick seemed like a baby's. "Spread on him in a 69 position!" Deepak ordered Kareena. She meekly obeyed. "Take his cock in your mouth for goodness sake!" Kareena did just that. She felt a faint tickle on her pussy as Pandu began licking it. Then all of a sudden Kareena was crushed down on Pandu's body. Unnoticed by her, Datta had also stripped and now he lay flat on her, his dong trying to drill its way into her ass. Kareena groaned as she felt her anal sphincter being tried again. But this time everything was a haze. Se briefly heard Deepak calling the constables' fantasy a `Sandwich', but she did not actually pay any attention. She was just going thru the motions. To her it seemed like she'd never enjoy sex again except as a memory of a continuous pain. Later Deepak dropped her off at home, promising to call her everyday. Kareena just staggered up the step. Her ass had been reamed at least five times in the cell. How many times she had taken it up her cunt she couldn't even remember. All she knew was she couldn't walk without some part of her lower abdomen complaining. Silent and beaten, the prettiest Maid in India got into the apartment, and cried to sleep in her bed. End of Chapter 10. EPILOGUE: Inspector Deepak Salvi never really made it to Kareena's personal cadre. The day before he was due to assume his new duty, he was shot by Bada Bhai when the former tried to trample his toes by holding the Bijlani case as stick behind him. As for Kareena she never really forgot her experience, but there was one less Alisha Chinai cassette in her collection. Two days after Deepak's death Kareena received a packet. Inside was a Driver's License.