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Subject: {ASSM} Maid In India. Chapters 4 and 5
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Chapter 4: The one with the purchases.

Before she got off Deepak told her: "From now, till we get home, you
don't know me. I'm going to be a `friendly' officer who comes along.
Also, you will not scream no matter what happens. You won't get raped,
that's my assurance. Not so much because I care for you, but I hate
sloppy holes. You will do whatever I tell you, no matter now
humiliating it seems. Now get off, and start purchasing the stuff I've
told you. Here's 50 bucks."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Kareena asked surprised. 

"Oh no, I'll be there with you alright. Just that I want to park the
Jeep. Now get off bitch, and do get your hands out of your top. You
might be a slut, but there's no need for the world to know!"

Kareena had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't
noticed that her hands, which had been massaging her breasts, were
still on her tits.

Deepak drove off to look for a parking space. Being a police officer
he could have parked his car right there, but he wanted to give
Kareena time to get `acquainted' with her surroundings.

And boy had Kareena been well met. It took about thirty seconds for a
crowd to gather around her. Initially they were apprehensive. Why
would a big heroine like her be in the midst of their small market,
and why the hell would she be dressed like such a hooker! But once
they confirmed that it was indeed her, Kareena, the crowd around her
swelled so much that she couldn't move.

"Humme jaane do, Humme sabzee khareedni hain!" Kareena was saying. The
crowd wasn't hearing any of that.

"Arrey kya sabzee chahiye, bas bolo meri jaan. Hum laake denge! Tum
sirf hamare saath baitho aur baatein karo." Thus spake the local
`dada' Raja.

"Nahi, nahi, humme jaane do. Hum khud khareed lenge." 

"Arrey to baad mein le lena na. Abhi hamare saath baith kar Cutting
Chai to piyo. Arrey Pakya, madam saathi ek kadak chaha magav re!"

Somebody had procured an half broken tin chair. Raja literally forced
her down onto it. She got up with a scream. The seat was freaking hot!
It burnt her already smarting bottoms.

"Kya hua madam? Baitho na!" he said again, forcing her down. She
screamed again. This time she was angry. Deepak didn't seem to be
around, so she took her chance.

"Arrey tum apne aap ko kya samjhate ho? Mein baithna nahi chahati. Aur
tum mujhe haath kyun laga rahe ho? Mein tumhare behen jaisi hun!"

"Saala bhaiyya bola!" Raja could hear someone in the crowd saying. He
went red.

"Phatakdi hain be!" Another unseen man said. 

"Abbe din mein sister, raat mein bister!" someone piped in. The whole
crowd laughed. Even Raja couldn't suppress his giggles. It was
Kareena's turn to go red.

Suddenly she heard a familiar voice she never thought she'd be
relieved to hear: "Kaay re kaay chalaay? Hi nangi porgi kon? Punha
randaan kadoon paapya ghyala alat ka? Aap applya bayko mulan kade ja...
(Translation: What's going on here? Who is this semi-clad woman? Have
you come here to get kissed by some whore again? Go on, go home to
your wives and children.) Arrey yeh to Kareenaji hain!" said Deepak
showing mock surprise. He took off his cap, held it under his left
arm, and gave her a salute. "Inspector Deepak Salvi, madam. Special
Division. Kucch problem hain?"

"I want to buy some vegetables inspector, but this crowd won't let me
move"

"Kaay re, madam na traas deta? Chalo baaju, Madam ko bhaaji lena ka
hain."

It was almost as if Krishna was being carried by Vasudev through the
flood. The entire crowd moved aside. In fact as they walked along the
main market lane, the entire crowd moved to the sides. Deepak
extracted a squeal from Kareena by grabbing her bottom thru the
leather skirt. "Us saale inspector ke maa ki..." muttered every
road-side Romeo.

Finally they saw a vendor who was selling cucumbers and carrots. In
fact there were two. One had a push-cart while the other right beside
him had his ware spread on a cloth on the ground. Kareena made for the
push-cart but Deepak held her hand.

"Try the other one dear."

Kareena moved towards the other one. 

"Bhaiyya ek kilo kakdee aur ek kilo gajjar dena."

The vendor couldn't stop ogling at her legs. He was paying no
attention to the weighing scales. Did it matter how much? This leg
show was priceless!

"Madam, maybe you should choose the vegetables yourself. All these
guys are rascals. They're always out to fleece you." Suggested Deepak.

"No need." Kareena replied.

"Madam, I STRONGLY suggest it!" he said forcefully. 

It was then that Kareena realized her predicament. If she bent down
even the slightest bit, her skirt was bound to be raised from the
behind. And that would mean the whole market was going to see her ass.
She felt even more horror it dawned upon her that her ass cheeks would
be red because of all the spanking. She looked at Deepak with her
large eyes and begged, "Please don't make me do this... please!", but
there was no sympathy in his stone set eyes.

Very slowly, little by little she bent forwards. There were loud
cheers from the crowd. And then the catcalls:

"Arre dekho! Isne to apne gaand pe bhi Make-up lagaya hain. Dekho
kaise lal-lal hain!"

"Par iski chuddy dekhi kya?"

"Chuddy? Kaun si chuddy? Arrey yeh to dhaga hain!" 

Deepak had a sardonic grin on his face. He was rotating his
policeman's danda. Suddenly as if by accident it went under Kareena's
skirt and lifted the entire back of the skirt onto her back, exposing
her entire ass to the lustful eyes of the gathered crowd. This was
greeted by even louder catcalls and whistles. Kareena's face burned
with shame. She had to fight back her tears.

The women in the market, who would have normally put an end to such an
depraved spectacle, also sniggered and looked away. Nobody liked the
tarty "Poo" who had wiggled the very same ass on the big screen. If
Poo was now being treated like Poop, they enjoyed it thoroughly.

Kareena finally finished choosing the vegetables, much to the
disappointment of the crowd. She paid the vendor with the money that
Deepak had given her earlier. The vendor took his own time to count
out the change he had to return, All the while looking askance at
Kareena's well built thighs.

The Romeos need not have been disappointed though, because Deepak made
her repeat the same show whilst purchasing the bananas. This time he
was little more careful with the danda though.

By the time they had finished buying milk; Kareena had finished all
the money that Deepak had given her. So she was a little wary when
Deepak stopped near a thela selling sugarcane juice.

"Madam the sugarcane juice here is famous. Won't you have a glass?"

"I'll skip ..." but she didn't finish the sentence. The look that Deepak
gave her said it all. It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order.

"Madam ko ek bada glass dena... our barf daalna. Madam bahut garam
hain."

"Woh to dikh raha hain..." muttered the attendant under his breath, but
loud enough that Kareena and Deepak could hear. Kareena's face flushed
again.

As they were standing there waiting, a small urchin of four or five
came up to Kareena. Kareena screwed up her nose at the sight of him.
She hated these little beggars. He touched his belly and then put his
hand forward to ask for alms.

"Kucch nahi hain, agae jao" she told him truthfully, and then turned
away. Then she squealed! She felt a tiny hand groping her ass!

"Char dino se khana nahi khaya Aunty. Kuch deo na!" she urchin wailed.
His hand was still on her ass, and now he was pinching it!

She brushed away his hand and then reiterated: "Kaha na, kucch nahi
hain, aur tumne mujhe haath  kyun lagaya?" she thundered.

"Arrey chhodo na madam, baccha hain. Give him something na..." Deepak
said.

Kareena glared at him. By this time the urchin had grabbed either of
Kareena's thighs with his hands and his head was now directly under
her crotch! In fact she could feel his unkempt hair brush against her
crotch.

Kareena wrenched him loose and slapped him. "Bola na haath nahi lagane
ka! Mere paas kuchh nahi hain. Dafa ho jao!" The child began to cry.

Deepak patted the child's head and said loudly: "Madam ka dhanda bahut
bura chal raha hain... kuch paisa nahi milta. Madam kadki hain. Yeh lo
das rupiya madam aur meri taraf se."

This time round the child not only grabbed both of Kareena's thighs,
he also ran his hands all over her ass and kissed her skirt, right on
the crotch!

"Thank you, thank you!" he wailed. Kareena gave a sheepish smile. The
child then ran back across the road, and right up to Raja who was
standing there.

"Mazaa aya?" he asked the kid loudly. The urchin shook his head
enthusiastically as Raja handed him a 20 rupee note. Raja beamed and
gave Kareena a piercing look.

The smile drained from Kareena's face and she glared at Raja. In
return he mouthed a flying kiss. Kareena threw back a dirty look, to
which Raja responded by making a loop out of the thumb and index
finger of one hand, and pushing the index finger of his other hand in
and out of the loop. Kareena gave a huff and mouthed an obscenity.
Raja put his hand on his crotch and did a Dada Kondke maneuver.

The non verbal duel stopped with Kareena suddenly jumping. She had
felt something cold on her shoulder... then the feeling spread all over
her chest. Deepak had touched her shoulder with the glass of sugarcane
juice, but she had jumped and now it had been spilt all over her
chest. The juice-wala jumped up with a rag in order to clean up, but
Deepak put his hand up to stop him. "The readers of this author's
crap, have already seen this scenario in another story" he thought to
himself, besides what harm would a little sugar do? Didn't they always
say Kareena had `sweet' tits?  Kareena felt glad that Deepak hadn't
let the `Juicer' take advantage of her, but she had a new problem: the
syrupy liquid plastered the already tight top all the more onto her
chest, making her look all the more like a pointer sister.

"Madam ko dusra glass do. Madam ne abhi mujhe bataaya ki unko Ganne ka
juice, bahut achha lagta hain... Unhone kaha hain ki woh paanch glass
piyengi! To pilao! Kareenaji yah har roj thodi na aati hain."

The `Juicer' responded enthusiastically. He filled up a tall glass and
handed it to Kareena, while she was still at it, he filled another and
yet another. Kareena gulped down the liquid without thinking. For one
she knew it was no use, and secondly, walking in the run had truly
made her thirsty. But as she downed the last glass, she realized
something. She bent towards Deepak and whispered in his ear:

"I really gotta pee!"

"I know you would have to, why else do you think I asked you to have
so much fluid? But you can't pee till we reach home. If you do, you'll
get a whipping with this leather belt that I'm wearing, and that, mind
you, has broken the will of many hardened criminals." He hissed back.

Kareena made the most pitiable face ever. Deepak remained passive. He
just said: "Madam, isko paise de do, phir mein aapko ghar chhod
doonga."

Kareena glared at him. Then she turned to the `Juicer' and said in a
pitiable tone, "Mere paas paise nahi hain... sab kharch ho gaya."

"Madam aapke KISS KISS cheez ke paise mujhe dene padenge? KISS KISS?"
He laid stress on the last two words.

Kareena opened her mouth to say "NO!" Deepak just mouthed the word
"French". Kareena looked miserable, but she turned to the Juicer and
held his head in her hands. Then she put her lips to his. The man was
zonked! He was so shocked that he stood still, and rigid. Kareena
wanted to get this over with, but he just wouldn't open his mouth.
Finally she released her grip and ordered: "Mooh kholo!". She needn't
have, because his jaw had dropped in any case! She locked her lips
with his once again, and this time put her tongue inside his mouth. It
was an acrid taste that she hated, but now the man was turned on as
well. He put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her towards himself.
Kareena screamed as he touched her tortured buttocks, but the scream
was muffled by his mouth. He thought she liked it, so he drew her even
closer. So close that she could feel his boner through the skirt. She
screamed again, driving the man into an excited frenzy. Kareena had a
dual problem, not only was she hating this, but having her body pulled
up against his meant her bladder was getting pressed and that made her
want to pee all the more! Then he let go of her ass and held her face
instead. He forced her lips hard against his own. He was the one in
control now. For five minutes they kissed so hard that it'd have put a
Hollywood film to shame.

When he left her go, Kareena gasped for breath. She was ready to throw
up, but Deepak held her by the shoulder and led her to the Jeep.

As they drove thru the market there were loud cheers. Kareena had
given them something to talk about for the next three generations!

Once they were out of the market and on the road, Deepak made sure he
put the Jeep thru every single pothole. This'd make the Jeep jump and
Kareena howl in pain as her bladder seemed about to burst. Suddenly
Deepak turned into a petrol pump that was adjoining the road.

"Gotta fill diesel babe!" he told an appalled Kareena.

"Please Deepak, let's go home. My bladder's about to burst. Can I go
to the loo here please?"

"Dual mistake there babe... I'm not Deepak any more. It's back to `Sir'.
And of course you can't go to the loo here. I mean you can if you want
to, but then be ready to have your ass in shreds. So do you want to?"

Kareena shook her neck sadly. 

"Good, cause we wouldn't have had time anyway. You see, I want you to
perform one more task. You see the medical store attached the pump? I
want you to go and buy condoms. I like to practice safe-sex. Safe for
me, I mean, who knows who's been pumping that slovenly hole of yours!"

Kareena made a face, but held her hand out for money. 

"Hell no! I'm not going to spend any more money on you. You will give
the store owner a blow job to pay for them!"

"WHAT!" Kareena almost screamed. 

"You know what's a blowjob! Oral sex you little hooker."

"No way!" Kareena said. Then she screamed. She had earned her first
slap for the day.

"Slaves do what they're told. No questions asked. Now get out and get
the condoms!"

Kareena stepped out of the van. Each step was now painful. She really
had to pee bad! She trudged her way to the medical store and stepped
inside. A frail old man was behind the counter. But the minute he saw
Kareena his eyes lit up.

"Kareenaji! Kareenajeee! Kahiye mei naap ki kya madat kar sakta hun?" 

"Mujhe..." Kareena could not get the words out of her mouth. Despite all
the outward show, she was still a little Indian in mind. Asking a man
for condoms and that too the age of your father, was still something
unimaginable. Finally she overcame her inhibitions, but only just.

"I wanted some condoms." She said very quickly. 

The man peered at her. He didn't say anything, but his disapproval was
obvious. Quietly, but still giving her a displeasured look, he took
out a box and handed it to her.

"Fifty rupees." He said. Kareena didn't know how to proceed. She had
imagined a young guy would be here, and then it would have been
simpler. Her complaining bladder prodded her into further action. She
went behind the counter and placed her hand directly on the shocked
man's crotch.

"Mere paas paise to nahi hain...lekin mein aap ko bahot anand de sakti
hun..." she said and then put her little finger in her mouth and made a
sucking gesture. The old man brushed her hand aside. For a moment
Kareena was afraid she had failed to rouse the man, but then he lifted
his dhoti and said:

"Choos meri jaan! Choos!" 

But "Choos"-ing the old man was no easy task. For one she had to go
down on her haunches which brought terrible pressure on her bladder,
and for another it was very difficult to get his shriveled cock to
rise! At long last she was able to get some semblance of an erection.
But like before, at this point, Kareena lost control over the man. He
grabbed her hair in a bunch and forced his semi-flaccid member deeper
into her mouth. Kareena didn't protest much, she thought this way he'd
get off faster. But it meant that his white pubic hair (which was
something Kareena had never seen before!) was ticking her nose. She
tried to protest, but it was of little use. Kareena was sucking big
time as well, but there seemed to be no response from the man's
glands. All she could taste was bitter precum.

After what seemed like eternity the man finally did cum. But luckily
for Kareena it wasn't quite a mouthful. Just then, as if by accident,
Deepak walked in.

"Chee! Chee! These actresses have no morals! But you are an old man
sir! Tumhi sushikshit mansa... what is this! Now I suppose she will eat
your cum!"

Kareena had planned to spit it out, so she shook her head to say no...
but the mean grin from Deepak made her gulp down the filthy
semi-liquid stuff.

"Oral sex is an offence. Have you idea about the law?" Deepak said
grimly. I have to take you to the police station.

The old man was scared. "Nahi nahi, maine kucch nahi kiya... isne hi
mujhe kaha ki paise nahi hain is liye...!"

"Jaanta hun kaka, I will take only Kareenaji. You relax." He then took
the box of condoms that was still lying on the counter.

"Chee Chee, dus rupiye ke liye yeh harkat." he said.

Kareena gave the pharmacist a look that could kill. He just looked
down and gave her a sheepish smile. "Thoda badha ke bola..."

"I will take this box as evidence." said Deepak. "Kareenaji please
come with me."

Kareena walked behind him, silent. She was too angry with the world.
She could not believe that she, Karreina Kapoor, had given a blowjob
for just 10 rupees. This was the worst day of her life.

She sat in the Jeep, and they started on their way home. Deepak was
whistling. Kareena now had her hand over her stomach. She was sure she
was going to die because of her bladder bursting. Deepak was still
making sure that he got into every ditch on the road so as to give
Kareena jolts that her body could ill afford.

Finally they reached home.

End of Chapter 4. 


Chapter 5: The one at Home. 

The very feeling that she was soon going to be able to pee, made
Kareena's feeling more urgent. She almost jumped out of the Jeep once
Deepak had parked it. She ran up to the door of the house and then
realized that it was still locked. She grabbed frantically at the lock
as if that would make it magically open. Deepak took his own sweet
time to come down ambling leisurely.

"What's the matter Poo? Something urgent's come up?"

"I REALLY GOTTA PEE!" 

"Oh something urgent's gonna come trickling down then!"

Kareena forced a smile. She couldn't afford to offend him right now. 

"Why are you smiling Cunt? Did I say something funny?" said Deepak
scowling.

"I'm sorry Sir" Kareena said making a truly desperate face.

"Of course I cracked a joke! Don't you understand anything? Smile
Honey!" said Deepak guffawing.

Kareena smiled again, but it was even smaller than her last smile.
Didn't this man understand her necessity?

"Okay, I have a riddle for you... What's the difference between a ship
and Kareena"

Kareena bit her lip and said from the corner of her mouth: "I don't
know sir!"

"It's really simple... a ship cuts thru the water... Kareena waters thru
her cut!"

Kareena didn't even smile this time. Her stomach was rumbling and this
man was now talking about water thru the cut! She could cut his throat
right now if he didn't jam up his trap! Then suddenly Deepak turned
serious. Out of the blue he said:

"Look at my garden, it's all dry. It needs watering..." he said looking
at the garden that created a two feet border inside the compound.

Kareena just kept staring at him. He looked at her sharply and then
said:

"Don't you get it bitch?" 

"I'll water the plants right after I pee sir! Please open the lock and
let me go in!!!"

"Oh you'll water the plants alright! But not using a water-pipe, not
using a sprinkler... I really mean that YOU will water the plants... Moti
used to occasionally, but he died... now you will..."

"Moti... sir?" Kareena asked.

"Jeez! I can't believe how dumb you are... Okay here's everything step
by step! Really! When I got myself some fuck-meat I didn't know I'd
get a mutton-head built in! Now listen carefully. You don't want me to
repeat it... Moti was my dog. He died of old age this year. You will
take his place for the next fifteen minutes or so... being the bitch
that you are, that should be easy. I'm going to now go in, and get his
old leash out. By the time I'm out I want you to be naked and on all
fours. I'll leash you and lead you around the garden. When I tell you,
you'll raise one of your legs and water the plants. When I ask you to
stop, you will STOP peeing. Mind you, you must stop when I say stop or
else... You will continue to water the plants till your water runs out,
or till the plants get over. Which do you think will happen first?"

But it seemed to be a rhetorical question, because as he finished
talking Deepak finished opening the lock and stepped inside.

Kareena was in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This
man wanted her to be a dog! But a sharp pain in her abdomen made her
lose her inhibitions. It was better to be humiliated than to die a
painful death from a bladder burst, she decided. She quickly stripped
and then realized that being naked made the desire to pee more horrid
than ever! If she hadn't been so "well brought up" she'd have
considered plunging in three fingers to plug her pee-hole. But right
now it was her urinal sphincter doing all the work. Being in the all
fours position helped somewhat, but where was Deepak?!?!

Deepak came back with a half chewn leather collar which had a long red
plastic leash attached to it. He buckled it on to Kareena's neck and
then said: "Move doggie!". As she moved away from the door-step,
Kareena began howling. The garden was along the edge of the compound.
In between was concrete. The sun had made it a bed of red-hot coals.

"Yes, Moti yelped with joy when I took him out for peeing as well!"
Deepak grinned. His shoes made sure none of the ground heat got to his
soles. Kareena was moving slowly. Indeed she was even jumping about a
little like happy dogs do. But in her case it was purely because of
the burning surface of the ground. Deepak had to drag her at times
till they reached the edge. She was glad when they reached there. The
soft mud was cool. She was almost happy!

"Begin watering!" Deepak exclaimed. Kareena was glad the wait was
finally over. She raised one of her feet into the air and then let out
a stream of golden yellow pee. But just as she felt satisfied about
peeing, Deepak suddenly bellowed "Stop!" Kareena had never in her life
stopped right in the middle of a piss. But the fear of retribution was
strong. With great effort she stopped peeing. A sharp pain shot from
her pee-hole back to her bladder. Involuntarily a tear flowed from her
eye.

"Too much water in that slovenly body of yours?" Deepak asked noticing
the tear, "Let's move to the next shrub. Kareena started to raise her
leg.

"DID you hear me saying you could PEE?" Deepak thundered. "Put that
foot down NOW or there'll be no more peeing!" Kareena put the foot
down, but the shooting pain was growing now. And it was more frequent.
To add to her problems a row of red ants was now climbing up her left
hand. When Deepak allowed her to pee at last, she raised her leg high
and let out all the pee that was bottled up, in a mighty `Whoosh!' So
much water was being let out that a pool collected at the base of the
shrub. Deepak took pity on her and let her finish of her peeing. After
about a minute or so Kareena was done. She looked up at Deepak
panting. Her primary source of torture for the past 2 hours was
finally gone. But then she screamed again. She had felt a tiny but
sharp pain under her right breast. She looked down at her chest and
discovered to her horror that it was covered with red ants. They had
come there to feast on the sugarcane juice that had dried there. They
were crawling everywhere. Under her breasts, over them, a few were
even on the nipples.

"HELP ME DEEPAK!" she screamed. Deepak didn't seem interested. Kareena
quickly realized her mistake.

"Help me SIR!" she shouted. This time Deepak looked.

"There are ants all over my chest sir! And they're red! They're biting
me! Please help me!"

"On your feet and run to the bathroom!" Deepak ordered.

Kareena got up quickly and ran towards the house. The plastic leash
danced on her back as she ran, making her look like the perfect
doggie, but she couldn't care less. She didn't want her tits to be
covered with red ant bites. Gosh would that look ugly!

As she reached in she discovered to her dismay that she didn't know
where the bathroom was. She yelped once again as an ant bit her right
on her nipple. She scampered around the house and finally located it.
She ran inside and turned on the shower. Deepak came presently and
smiled as he saw Kareena desperately washing her chest. She was
washing her tits vigorously. The boobs weren't immune to the rough
mauling either. Combined with the action of the cold water, the
nipples were now slowly erecting. Deepak watched with even greater
curiosity as Kareena lifted each of her breasts by the nipple and
rinsed thoroughly underneath.

All this while Kareena had her eyes closed. Now as she turned off the
shower, she opened them and noticing Deepak there she opened her mouth
to say "What the Hell!" but quickly clammed up and her hands moved
quickly towards her pussy to cover it up.

"Little point hiding your box darling, because it's going to be fucked
in any case...Don't look so aghast. You didn't think I'd let a
cock-tease like you get away without getting screwed did you? But wait
here. I have some work for you... you ARE my maid after all!"

Kareena waited, apprehensive about what was coming next. Deepak came
back with a large cane basket. As he opened it, a strong stench of
dried sweat filled the bathroom. He turned the basket upside down and
let a large pile of underwear fall to the floor.

"A week's worth of used underpants..." he informed her, "I'd usually
chuck them into the washing machine, but since I have a maid today, I
guess I'll use manual labour."

Kareena looked up at him, stunned. This guy was serious! She hadn't
imagined he'd go thru with the `maid' routine. The smell from the
undies was rising and she found it pretty terrible, besides, Kareena
had never done any washing in her life. She hadn't even washed her own
undies, leave alone anyone else's.

"What are you waiting for Poo? Don't want to do it? I have two options
for you. Either you can get to the washing NOW, or I can take back in,
tie you up, belt your pert behind, and then have you wash them. Now
what would you prefer?"

Kareena realized that she had no choice. With the utmost unwillingness
she got down on the floor. Had she done even done a little bit of
washing, she'd have known that the pose for washing is to be sitting
on your haunches. But Deepak smiled as he saw Kareena start the tap
and then go down on all fours to pick up the first of the smelly
underpants.  The pose made her bottom prominent. Not for the first
time in the day, Deepak went rock hard.

Deepak threw her a bar of soap and a brush. Then he gave a light spank
on her behind, (which quite startled Kareena) and said: "Wash them
clean. One speck of filth, and I'll make you lick it off. I'm giving
you half an hour. Clean them all, and call me when you're finished.
I'll be in the outer room, making some phone calls." Saying so, he
walked away.

Half an hour sounded way too less to Kareena. She had no idea about
how to proceed, but it not being a very complicated job, she figured
it out soon enough, and began cleaning the soiled clothes. The stink
was so terrible she could throw up, but she decided that would
probably mean additional punishment, and that she could not afford.

Even before the time was up, Deepak was already at the door of the
bathroom watching his pretty servant trying to wash the clothes. He
decided she was going way too slow. Without warning he bent down and
caught either of her ass globes in his hands. Kareena looked back at
him in surprise. She was so absorbed in the washing that she hadn't
noticed him come. But now she noticed alright, and started screaming.

"Shut up Poo, and continue with the washing. I'm going to wrench your
butts apart till you finish. So for your own good, that better be
fast!"

Kareena started washing with a new found gusto. Deepak was now eyeing
her box, and more so the tiny star shaped opening that was above it.
It was very pink and very creased. It was shut tight and didn't look
like it'd like to have anything entering it at all. Deepak grinned to
himself. By the time she went home tomorrow, all this was going to
change. Kareena was now covered with sweat. Tears were flowing down
her eyes as well. Eventually she finished the scrubbing the last
undies and rinsing them clean. As she put them in the bucket that
contained the washed ones, Deepak let go of her butt.

"Time to dry these..." he declared. Kareena lifted the bucket and
started moving out towards the backyard. Deepak held her by her
shoulder to stop her. "It's pretty windy out there," he said, "And I
don't want my undies flying off. You may like Fardeen's and Saif's
"Chuddies" flying into your face, but I like to be a little more
discreet. We will need clothes clips. And YOU are going to carry them
out there." Kareena kept down the bucket. This seemed okay enough. She
didn't quite understand why he emphasized the word "YOU", but that was
probably just his way of speaking. She even thought how thoughtful he
was, in not letting his underclothes fly to sundry places.

Deepak came back with a box-full of brightly colored plastic clips.
Kareena put her hand forward and offered to carry them. Deepak just
laughed. "Poo dear, you're so foolish... Did you think it'd be that
simple? When I said YOU will carry them, I really meant, YOU will
carry them outside." Kareena didn't like the sound of that at all. She
again put her hand forward.

"You'd better put your hands behind your back, cause this is going to
pain somewhat. Try not to scream, but it's okay if you do... no one can
hear you in any case." Kareena didn't quite understand what was about
to happen, so she just stood there. "Hmmm, you won't put your hands
behind... so I must." Saying so Deepak went behind her, pulled her arms
behind her back and put a pair of cuffs on them. Now Kareena was
scared. And then she shrieked at the top of her lungs as the first
clip bit into her right nipple.

"Be glad I'm not using wooden clips Poo. We used them on a prisoner
once. Clamped off his testicles. He screamed so much we had to gag
him. Poor guy was never able to have a child... and I think he was
innocent."

Kareena didn't care about the new information. Her nipple was hurting
like crazy. She hollered. Deepak had a simple solution. He took two
more clips and clipped her lips together. Now all he could hear were
throaty protests. He repeated his earlier act with the left breast,
clipping the nipple and extracting a muffled scream. He counted:
"Seven chuddies, two clips for each. Fourteen. Four here... Ten more
required...". Ignoring Kareena's vociferous protests, he lifted her
breast with the clothes' clip and put a clip on the lower part of the
breast. Then he clipped off the other extremities of the breasts and
soon there were five clips surrounding each clip on the nipple.
Kareena was shrieking, ranting and raving, but Deepak paid no
attention. He simply took the bucket by it's handle and hung it around
Kareena's neck. The bucket was heavy, Kareena screamed even louder.
Deepak was now growing tired. He caught Kareena's semi-wet hair in a
bunch and dragged her to the backyard . Kareena could do nothing but 
follow. At last they reached the clothes-line. Deepak took the bucket
from her neck and put in on the ground. He took the first undies and
put them on the line. He admired the good work. To be nice he decided
to remove the clips on her lips first. When he did, Kareena screamed
out loud.

"YOU BASTARD! What the hell do you think you're doing? I agreed to be
your maid, I didn't know you were some sex-crazy whacked out sadist! I
demand you release me at once! Take off those blasted clips! My tits
are on fire! AAAAAAEEEIIIII!" she screamed. Deepak had just removed
the clips on the nipples and as the blood rushed back the feeling was
so painful that Kareena wished they'd remained clipped.

"Be quiet Poo, and let me do my work. It's actually your work I'm
doing..."

"I'm NOT going to keep quiet! I have been here since morning, and all
you've done is humiliate me. I can't stand this treatment any longer.
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!" she howled as two more clips were removed. She kept
screaming and shouting obscenities. Now only two more clips were left,
she said: "I want to go home. You can report me if you want.
Anything's better than this... My breasts are burning like hot coals, my
ass hurts, and you've threatened to rape me. I'm going to turn you
in..." Kareena threatened. Deepak was silent all this while. Then she
screamed one last time as the last two clips were removed. Deepak had
neatly arranged all the undies on the line. Having finished his work
he slapped Kareena hard.

"I was trying to be nice to you... and you are speaking of turning me
in? Threatening me?" he said to a stunned Kareena. "Go turn me in by
all means, but I'll prove what a hooker you are. I'm sure the old
chemist won't mind telling the court how you went down on him for a
lousy 10 bucks. I'll have the entire market confess to your immoral
and lascivious sense of dressing and turn you in for obscenity. Hell
I'll get that roadside Romeo Raja to confess that you propositioned to
him. I'll say that you hookered yourself to be my kinky whore for a
day. You do look pleased on that pissing video tape."

"What pissing video tape?" Kareena demanded angrily.

"You didn't notice the surveillance cameras fitted into the walls of
the compound and there's one beneath every lamp-post in the garden, 23
in all. I told you I've caught big-fish... And they're always looking
for a chance to bump me off, so I had them installed. You needn't
believe me of course, but it'll be quite a show in the court don't you
think? Kareena Kapoor, the snotty princess, scampering about on all
fours and pissing like a bitch!" He then raised one of his legs to
imitate her action of pissing.

Kareena looked at him nonplussed. Sure he could be bullshitting, but
could she take the chance? She thought about it, and then realized
that she couldn't afford the risk. She put on her cutesy smile and
said in the most begging manner she could: "Please don't be angry.
It's just that I was in too much pain... titties burning and all that. I
didn't mean to offend you... I'll do what you say. Just be a little kind
to me..." Kareena hoped to extract sympathy, but Deepak's face showed
none. In fact his expression got even sterner.

"You will of course do what I say. That we'd agreed on yesterday. But
right now you have misbehaved and misbehavior is intolerable for us,
men of the law. You will have to be punished. You can make your life
simpler and just listen to me from now on. Now get to that bar... that's
where I do my pull-ups." He pointed towards a horizontal bar that was
propped up on two vertical bars. Kareena knew that if she didn't do as
she was told, she'd be dragged to the bar by her hair. She meekly
walked up to the bar.

Deepak unfastened the handcuffs. As he did, Kareena shot out and
landed a sock in Deepak's face. Deepak reeled. Not satisfied, Kareena
hit him directly in his pants. He fell down on his back, he was out
cold. Kareena made a run for it. The sock in his nuts was going to
leave him harmless for a while, she was sure...

End of Chapter 5.

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