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Slave to the Merciless
                               Part 3
                       (By Pakistani male slave)

I don't know for how long I ran. I was wildly terrified of being
caught by those vicious women. I slowed down when I saw that I had
left that housing society behind and now I was standing over a
fly-over bridge. I started to walk as I was exhausted and my mind was
feeling light. When the fly-over ended, I saw that I'd reached a
modest looking locality. I was feeling really hungry, for I hadn't
eaten anything since morning. I went around, looking for some means of
getting food. I stopped in front of a shabby looking restaurant. It
had many beggars outside. I knew that such small restaurants serve
free food to 20 or 30 beggars every night, as a religious obligation.
I also went and stood in the line, waiting for my turn. Once the
restaurant-owner called out for beggars, they rushed as if it was the
last meal of their life. I, being a small child, was afraid of being
crushed between these wild beggars. I waited for the crowd to get
thin, but alas, when it eventually did, the owner had gone back
inside. It meant an empty-stomach night for me. My energies drowned a
bit more thinking what hunger pangs would do to me tonight. I started
to stroll down the lane when someone held me by my arm. It was a
lady-constable. She was a stout woman of 35, and as manly looking as
these police officers usually are.
"Where do you live?" she asked in an inquiring and hard tone.
"I….I…was here with my aunt and I've lost her." I said in a meek tone,
as I had never lied before to anyone.
"Where have you come from?" came another question.
"I don't know, I'm from some village in Swat." I said.
"Come with me." she said and started to move me towards a police
truck. I panicked….what if they returned me to my heartless
tormentors? I started to beg that constable to let me go, but she just
kept dragging me by my arm. She indicated me to get inside the truck.
I looked once pleadingly in her face, but her face was emotionless and
straight. I got inside the truck, shaking with fear. She sat beside me
and locked my door.
	We started to drive for around10 minutes when our truck stopped in
front of a building. I could easily muster the fact that it was a
police station by looking at the symbolic colour patterns of ‘Blue and
Red" that Pakistan police uses. She unlocked my door and held me again
by the arm. I squirmed in her hard grip. She took me inside the room
of her boss. Her boss looked like a lady made of iron. Her face bore
no emotions of any sort, just utter seriousness.
"Who is this, Ghazala?" the boss asked in an authoritative tone.
"Madam, this boy was lurking outside Daud Restaurant and looked
nervous. I guessed from his clothes that he's not a beggar, but maybe
he belongs to some labourer's family. He said he was looking for his
aunt and he's lost her. He's from Swat." Ghazala told the facts to her
boss.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to bring trash in my police
station? Just throw him somewhere." She said in an irritated tone.
	Her police station? Oh, it means she's the senior-most officer in
that police station. Her last statement gave me a sigh of relief. I
anxiously wanted to get out of this place. Police always gave me
shivers, even in my village where my home was. They're known for their
brutality.
"Hey you….didn't you hear what madam Azra just said, get lost" Ghazala
barked.
I turned around to go when madam Azra said, "Wait…. You don't have
anyone in this city?"
"No bibi, I'm all alone here." I answered.
"Ghazala, take him along to Dar-ul-Ittefal (orphanage), and first,
enter his details in our Entry Book." She instructed Ghazala.
"Ok…madam." Ghazala promptly replied.
Ghazala first led me to another room. There, she sat on a chair and
instructed me to sit in front of her on the floor. I sat there just
close to her DMS boots. She started to write my name and details of my
aunt, while I sat with my gaze down on her feet. I had a sudden fear
seeing her boots. Her boots reminded me of my earlier torments, all of
the time when I could see only the shoes of my tormentors and not
their faces. These boots had given me a fear, a fear of the unknown.
Even though Ghazala hadn't maltreated me, but seeing her boots, I had
a feeling of being obedient and humble to her. I had mixed feeling
seeing those boots. In a matter of microseconds, I would feel that I
should start kissing her boots to show her my loyalty and obedience to
her, and the other second I felt like I should run away from the spot
as fast as I could. She just kept writing in the book and after
finishing her task, she told me to stand up and accompany her. She
took me outside and we got inside the police truck again. She drove
just for a minute or two and reached a dilapidated building. The
building was in shambles. I came to know that it was "Dar-ul-Ittefal"
or an orphanage as it is known in Urdu. We entered the building and a
guard standing at the gate greeted us. Ghazala asked her whether
Sangeeta is present in the orphanage or not. The guard answered in
positive. Ghazala took me inside. What was I getting into? I'm being
trapped again. But there's no way out either. What if I run away from
Ghazala right now? But she has a truck; she might chase and catch me.
Then she'd beat me to death. That's what I've heard about the police.
I just kept my heart calm and waited for the events to come. We
entered an office, where a heavy lady was sitting on the chair. She
had a little fat nose, and fair skin. She was wearing spectacles and
had strictness on her 48-year old face. A lean boy of 12 was sitting
at her feet. Her feet were in his lap and he was massaging oil on her
feet. She had 2 young boys, maybe 5 and 7 years old respectively, on
either side of her chair. They were in a cock-position, like young
boys are punished in schools to be in cock-position kneeling, while
holding their ears. They were kneeling in a position that their heads
were beneath the lady's chair.
"Assalam-o-alaikum Sangeeta sister, this is a new addition for you. We
found him roaming around in the streets. Azra bibi has instructed me
to get this chap to you." Ghazala told her.
"Oh dear… I can hardly accommodate the existing boys when you bring
along other trash from roads. Anyways, Azra bibi's orders have to be
complied with. I hope the government increases my budget allocation
this month." Sangeeta said.
One of the boys moaned and gestured if he's going to fall from his
position. Sangeeta bibi suddenly took the cane from the table and gave
a swift ‘swoosh' on his back. The thin guy yelped in pain, but
Sangeeta kept giving him repeated dose of strikes on his back, until
he resumed his position.
"The boys here understand my cane's language better than my own
language." Sangeeta said laughing as if it was a laughing matter.
"Same is the case with our prisoners." Ghazala shared her piece of
information. Then she stood from her chair as to leave.
"Give my salaam to Azra bibi." Sangeeta bibi said. Then Ghazala left,
while I pondered on how I would be maltreated here. Sangeeta looked
towards me disdainfully and said,
"I don't give a damn what your real name is. I have a forgetful memory
so I don't tend to remember the boys' names over here. I just assign
them a nick that suits their personality. And I can clearly look that
your meek facial features resemble you with a mouse. So from now on,
you'll be known as "Chooha" (Urdu for mouse) in this place. You should
understand this fact right now that I'm the final authority within the
premises of this building. Not complying with my orders means some
disciplinary action from me, and I know that you'd never like that. I
keep my boys hungry here so I can see their ribs clearly. It pleases
me. I've killed 12 boys in the last 6 years, and declared them
‘run-aways' for government reports. I think that should be enough for
you to know that I'm the most powerful creature within these walls.
You have to do as I please."
I was not just listening to her, I was shaking in fear. I knew what
those words meant. If anyone else would've listened to her harsh tone,
he would've dismissed it as a blackmailing technique. But I'd just
bore such cruelties at the hands of my pretty owners that I readily
believed Sangeeta bibi's words. She continued "all boys here call me
Maalkin (Urdu for mistress); I like the sound of it. You'll call me
Maalkin as well."
I was even ready to call her Goddess if she wanted, I couldn't bear to
have more thrashing than I could bear. "Come here and show me some
respect. Touch my feet in reverence," she said. I hurriedly went close
to her feet that were in that boy's lap and touched her soles. I
observed that her soles were dirty.
"Hey pig…get lost. I've got a new servant, rather, a slave." She said
pointing towards me. "Ok Chooha…come here and clean my feet with this
cloth." Maybe the other boy had some urgency, so he carelessly put
Sangeeta's feet on the floor and stood up to leave.
"Khanzeer, how dare you put my feet on the floor, come here and
kneel." Sangeeta screamed as I kept my distance from her. The
frightened boy knelt in front of her. She clasped his head between her
knees tightly. The boy moaned in pain, just due to the force she was
applying to his head with her knees. She raised her cane and started
thrashing him severely and mercilessly, as the boy begged for
forgiveness aloud and kept holding her feet. She put her soles on the
boy's hands and this way it looked like that he was totally in control
of this gigantic and brutal creature. She gave him 20 strikes and then
released him. He fell between her feet. He gave a kiss to both of her
big toes, and raised her feet. I sat on the floor and he placed her
feet in my lap, like an obedient servant. I was shivering and shaking
visibly and I saw a big grin on her face.
"Awww…you're frightened of me? Just coz of this little scene. Wait
till you see me in rage." She said smiling. I felt a cold shiver run
down my spine. If that was fun, what would she do when she's in a
rage? I never thought any further about that. I didn't want to. I just
kept cleaning her feet with the loincloth I was given. When all of the
oil had dried up and the dirt came off with the oil, she asked one of
the punished boys to stand and hand me the lotion bottle from the
table. The guy took some time standing straight, as he might be
feeling difficulty in straightening up after a long kneeling. Seeing
his laziness, Sangeeta said in a straight tone, "do you want the same
treatment?" and he forgot his pains and hurried for the table. He
handed me the lotion and went to his punishment kneeling position
again. I felt sympathy for the poor creatures. People don't do this to
their dogs as she's doing to her boys. And to think that they're all
orphans, at her mercy, with nowhere to go. I felt all of these things
‘because I was an orphan too. When I was done, I placed her feet in
her sandals, with respect. She stood up, and towered above me like a
giantess. I kept sitting at her feet, fearing her wrath if I
displeased her.
"You can stand, Chooha. I like your obedience. Just don't cross me
when I'm angry" she said in an authoritative tone. I stood up and
walked behind her. I followed her to an adjacent room. It seems like
her bedroom. Her bedroom was beautifully decorated, unlike the
exterior of the building. Maybe most of the budget allocated for the
orphanage was utilized for her personal use.
"This is my bedroom; you'll sleep with me beside my bed, on the floor.
I'm keeping you as my personal servant." she said
I didn't know whether to feel good or bad about me being her personal
servant. She first sat on the bed and told me "every night, when I sit
on my bed, I want you to kneel in front of me and kiss both of my feet
till I tell you to stop. Disobey, and you'll spend the rest of your
life hanging upside down, hungry and thirsty, till you die." She
actually didn't have to threaten me. I was obedient to her every wish
anyway. But her words made my blood racing. "Kiss my feet, Chooha" she
commanded. I knelt and kissed both of her feet, until she told me to
stop. Then she lay on the bed. "Massage my feet" was her next order. I
assumed my position at the foot of the bed and started massaging her
feet. She got hold of a remote lying on her bedside and switched the
lights off.
"You must be wondering why am I so cruel to boys. I loved a man in my
youth who ditched me on the wedding day. He later taunted me, saying
that he was just using me for his physical needs. He told me that I
had a horrible stout figure, and how dare I think of marrying a
handsome person like him when I myself have such a fat body. That day
I vowed to make males be at my feet, just to please me. I got the job
as the administrator of this orphanage, and had all the authority to
fulfill my fantasies. I hate males. They're trash that doesn't deserve
to be equal than females. So keep them where they belong, at my feet.
Azra bibi knows of my obsession, so she helped me in making a false
report of ‘missing' boys, when in reality; she helped me dispose of
the boys' bodies." She said.
Yes brother…I was in deep shit!! This lady is declaring her insanity
open and wide, but no sane person outside is able to hear her. Only
her subjects, we the children at the orphanage, know of her mental
sickness. I kept on massaging until wee hours of night and I don't
know when I fell asleep.
"Did I allow you to sleep?" I heard Sangeeta's voice the next morning,
accompanying a swift kick in the face. I fell at a distance from the
bed.
"You swine…how dare you sleep without my permission? I'd told u to
massage my feet. I never said that you could sleep. Now you have to
pay for that. It's my wish and command to stop your breath for 25
seconds. Then you'll know how to obey my orders. Come here" She said,
in a loud voice.
I went towards her. She stood up from the bed and grabbed me by the
hair. She opened her thighs a bit and shoved my face between her
thighs, pulling my face hard towards her pussy. I could feel the
tanginess in her smell. After 15 seconds, I started to panic, my head
started to thrash hammers, and I could see green and white lights in
my head. I tried to open my mouth, but she was clasping my head too
tight between her thighs. I felt like my head's going to smash between
her thighs. But it seemed like she didn't care, even if I die between
her thighs. I think my face must be blue when she released me and I
fell straight on the carpeted floor, my head banged. When I regained
consciousness after 5or 10 seconds, my head was aching, and I could
feel a giant foot on my face.
"Thank god that you're not the 13th one." She said, smiling. She
stepped her whole body on my face and I don't know why it didn't crush
under her weight, and she walked away. I didn't know what to do so I
followed her.
"Do you want to follow me to the bathroom? Stay here on the bathroom
mat" she said in a straight tone.
I just stopped at the bathroom's door, still kneeling there. She kept
the door open and I could hear the sound as if she was undoing her
shalwar. Then I could hear some splashing sound, maybe she was
urinating. I thought of getting away from the bathroom but I
remembered her instructions. Then I heard the flushing of the commode
and her footsteps coming nearer. At last I could see her feet, and not
only feet but her ankles as well. And then it raced into my mind that
she was not wearing shalwar at all. At this thought, I suddenly put my
forehead on the mat again. She came closer to me and stood just above
me, in a position that I was just beneath her. I felt the water she
had used to wash her pussy and ass, dripping on my neck and head. She
stood there motionless, then once again stepped on my head and body
and walked on top of me. I felt like my skull and weak backbone is
crushed under her incredible weight.
"Go in the toilet and bring my shalwar" she ordered. I hurried to the
toilet and brought her shalwar back, all the time crawling on the
floor, as I was afraid of the cruel lady.
"Put on my shalwar." She commanded, standing in front of me. I kept my
gaze lower as I knew that my wandering gaze might fall on her naked
pussy. I knelt on the floor and she put left and then the right foot
in shalwar, and I pulled her shalwar up. Then she remarked, "You know
what? I always wanted a humble dog like you for my personal servitude.
I have 56 boys over here at my beck and call, but none of them is a
natural-born-slave like you. I wish you were here earlier."  I didn't
know what to reply, so I just kept staring at her feet. I was,
however, relieved that at last I was at a safe place from my last
hell-ground. At this point, someone knocked on the bedroom's door.
"Who is it?" she said. 
"Inspector Azra's here to meet you, Maalkin" I heard a boy's reply
from outside.
"Oh…she's here? Seat her in my office, I'm just coming." She told the
boy.
She kicked me aside as if I was nothing and started to walk towards
her office. I followed her, on all fours. In the office, she sat on
her chair.
"Stand up, idiot." She barked. I stood somewhat painfully, as I had
been on my fours for so long. Inspector Azra entered the office, in
her uniform. Two female guards accompanied her.
"Madam Azra, any problem? You are in your uniform at 8am. You don't
reach your police station before 10am." Sangeeta bibi inquired.
"This swine…due to this swine…I'm up today at 8am. This bastard is a
runaway servant from Ms. Shireen. She had bought him for Rs. 30,000
and he ran away on the very first day while they were out." Azra bibi
said.
"Ms. Shireen? Madam Azra if I'm not wrong she's the first cousin of
Tariq Jameel, the Capital City Police Chief. I've heard those people
have really high approach." Sangeeta bibi asked Azra bibi. She
replied,
"Yes and this bastard ran away from their house. Half of the city's
police were searching for him, all the while when he was sleeping in
your orphanage. I woke up at 6am this morning when my area's
Superintendent of Police called me up and scolded me for sleeping so
‘late' when half of the police are in lookout for a runaway kid. I
hurriedly reached the police station and when I came to know about
kid's description, I thought well…well… well… the kid's been under our
nose all the time. Now what are you looking at, you pig. Come with me"
Azra bibi's guards tried to seize me violently when Azra bibi ordered,
"nobody should hurt him. We've been ordered to take him to our police
station without giving a scratch on his body. We're told to hang him
upside down only, till Ms. Shireen arrives."
The guards just held me by the arms when Sangeeta bibi asked the
guards to stop. She stood up from her chair and walked towards me and
said "if you remain alive, and I say ‘if' because Ms. Shireen's record
of murdering young boys is much higher than mine and I don't expect to
see you alive again, if you stay alive and have nowhere to go, I'll
always be there for an understanding natural-born slave like you." She
then grabbed my hair and forced my head down, until I fell on my
knees. She kept forcing my head down until my face was touching her
feet. She then let go of me and the guards took hold of me.
"Azra bibi, why don't you join me for the evening tea" offered
Sangeeta bibi to which Azra bibi nodded.
Great!! I was being bid adieu to gallows and they're much interested
about their evening tea. At that moment, my little heart felt like I
could never expect mercy from any female on this planet. They're just
heartless, and care only for themselves.
When I entered the police station, I was made to wear heavy chains and
shackles, which I could hardly walk with. I knew it was not meant for
imprisoning me, but just to add misery to my already battered state.
At this time, I started to feel hungry once again, and tears rolled
down my eyes. I hadn't eaten anything since last day. I had not asked
for food at the orphanage, for obvious reasons. I'd seen a whole lot
of world in these two days I was in Karachi. I never knew that the
city that I fantasized about would be so cruel. It was like a jungle.
Only the powerful lived here in happiness. Poor souls like me were
meant solely for their pleasures they get from inflicting pain upon
me.
I was sobbing on the floor when two female constables dragged me
towards a cell. Inside I was horrified to see chains hanging from the
walls and roof, meant for shackling the prisoners. There were batons
and lashes of different sizes at one corner of the cell, and a car
battery placed at one side of the cell. There were other things as
knives etc in the cell as well, that might have been used to torture
the prisoners here.
"Hang him upside down," ordered Azra bibi. The guards did as ordered,
and after a few seconds, I was hanging upside down. I felt the blood
rushing to my head and it became heavy after a while. I started
sobbing once again. She remarked, "Look at him. We've not done
anything to him and still he's crying. I wish I was not bound to treat
him nicely, then I would've told him what torture is." Azra bibi said
in a pitiless tone. "Your owners will arrive at 10am. Wait for your
doom by then. Pray that you die due to some miracle, otherwise I feel
sympathy for you."
And talking of sympathy, she did show sympathy to me. When I couldn't
take it anymore, I started begging for food as it had been more than
24 hours since I had a morsel of bread in my stomach. The sound of
hunger pangs were audible enough for a person standing by. So she sent
some food for me with a female sentry. And you know what it was?
Peeling of banana and orange, taken out of a trash bin. The tall and
firm looking sentry ordered me to open my mouth wide, which I
naturally didn't due to filth and odour emitting from it. She grabbed
my neck violently and started to choke me. My mouth opened
automatically and she stuffed the filth in my mouth, while I could
hear uproar in the police station. This was a Women police Station for
keeping women and juveniles. I had seen the pathetic conditions these
prisoners were in and could easily understand what type of an Incharge
was Azra bibi. Wherever I roved my eyes, I could see from upside down
world that all officers and sentries had created an environment of
wanton fear within the police station.
	While I tried to forget the foul taste of  trash that was forcefully
pushed in my mouth, I saw a constable hauling a boy of around 12 in,
grabbing him by the hair and dragging him mercilessly. The boy was
already weak, and the violent jerks of the constable moved him to and
fro like a flag in strong wind. By listening to the conversation
between Azra bibi and the constable it occurred to me that this poor
little guy was a servant who had stolen Rs.200 ($3) from his
employer's drawer. According to that kid, he had requested his
employer, who was a well-known female human rights activist, to give
him his due salary of last 3 months. His employer used to abuse him
verbally and physically as well, so he wanted to clear his dues and
leave that household. The boy swore that he did his work diligently
but his employer always seemed in search of abusing him. He couldn't
take anymore of the humiliation by the hands of a stern female, and
finding no other way, stole the money.
"Good story, kid. Alas, it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it.
Ambreen! Bring the ‘soft rain' and ‘number 7'." Azra bibi ordered one
of her constables. What the heck is that ‘soft rain' and ‘number 7'
things? I didn't have to wait to find out when the constable brought a
leather belt and a cruel-looking baton.
"This is ‘soft rain'" said Azra bibi taking whip in her hand "it is
made of soft leather, and keeps falling on the victim's body like a
persistent rain, hence the name ‘Soft Rain'. I had got this whip
especially made by some modifications. As you can see, the belt has
tiny fragments of sharp steel embedded in leather. It is guaranteed
that every time I pull up this whip after a strike, it will come up
with your drops of blood and tiny pieces of flesh. But I see that you
don't have much of flesh on your body, so I guess it would be more of
your blood. I will rain this soft material on your tender back till it
seizes to come up with your blood."
	The look…the panicked look on the weakling's face…I'll never forget
the look on his face and terror in his eyes. If someone would've given
him an option of committing suicide, he'd have done so happily.
	Azra bibi ordered the constable Ambreen to tie the unfortunate kid
flat on his belly on a nearby bench. The other constables knew what
was coming, so they closed the entrance door to this part of the
police station. As this guy was being dragged towards the bench, he
screamed in agony, begging for forgiveness, saying that he'll serve
his Mistress like a slave for the rest of his life.
"Too late, son. Your employer holds a very special position and I
would never like to make her unhappy. She has helped me a lot of
times, preventing me from being suspended on accounts of human-rights
violations. It's time to return her favours. After all, she's such a
sweet and respectable lady that I'd never like to break her heart. She
instructed me to end your story." Azra bibi said, grinning.
	The kid was horrified that his life was about to end. He resumed his
pleadings with Azra bibi, but she just kept looking at him with a
straight face, holding the leather belt in her right hand and the left
arm on her hip, as if waiting for him to be quiet. Maybe she was
enjoying the thrill it gave her to hear those cries for mercy.
Smiling, Azra bibi said "Awww…baby's crying. I feel so bad about him.
Darling, you don't know how much I want to end your life painlessly.
But constable Ambreen just told me that your mistress insisted on a
painful death for you. Thank God, that she didn't say ‘painful and
slow' death. That would've been much harder. Now, a promise is a
promise. And Ambreen has mistakenly promised her that it would be a
painful death. Sorry about that."
	The terrified guy's voice had now subsided, maybe due to dry throat.
Azra bibi walked slowly towards him, as a huntress moves towards her
trapped prey.
"No, no…please don't….have mercy…my father has died and there's no one
to look after my blind mother. She'll die alone. Please spare me." The
kid's voice broke off.
"Oh so that's the story," Azra bibi said, thoughtfully, "you don't
want to die because you're the only help she's got. And why are you
her only help, coz you've got eyes. So why don't we make you blind as
well, so you won't have a guilt of leaving this world with your eyes.
Ghazala, untie him and make him lie on his back at the floor. Ambreen,
fetch a car battery from the storeroom." The pathetic boy's eyes
widened in horror as he realized what is going to happen to his eyes.
When he was unfastened from the bench, his first action was to slip
out of Ghazala bibi's hand and he ran towards Azra bibi's booted feet.
"Please bibi…have mercy….please…just shoot me in the head if you want
to…but don't torture me…I'm too afraid…you're all-powerful….I'll serve
you as a slave….I'll do whatever you order me to….I'll always be at
your feet" and with that he dropped his forehead on Azra bibi's
pointed sandals. All the while, Azra bibi kept on looking at him down,
contemptuously and somewhat amused. I could see from my upside down
position the dampness on Azra bibi's crotch. After a minute or two,
while the sobbing kid clung fast to her feet, Ambreen returned with a
used car battery. Azra bibi gave a sudden kick to the kid's forehead
and he fell at a distance. Ghazala bibi crouched above the child in a
manner that her knees pinned both of the boy's arms to the floor, so
he couldn't move his arms, and she held his head still by his hair.
Two constables standing nearby put each of their feet on the child's
knees. The kid couldn't take the weight of the comparatively heavy
women, and yelped in pain. They paid no heed to his crying and looked
towards Azra bibi. She walked towards the boy and stood above him,
with his head between both of her sandals. She lifted one foot and
smashed it in his right eyeball. The boy's body convulsed as he
couldn't take the savage pain in his eye. He screamed in full voice,
and his throat that seemed to be dry moments ago, uttered shrills of
agony. His voice confused me, whether it was a howl or his weeping.
Azra thoroughly inserted her 4-inch heel in the boy's eye socket
further, and crushed her eye completely.
"Hey you look funny with a single eye. Here let me make that even for
you." she exclaimed, and before the guy could have a deep breath after
screams of pain, she swiftly took her sandal out of his right eye and
smashed it in his left eye. This time, that little weakling shuddered
with such a force that he got out of Ghazala and the two constables'
hold for a second. They resumed their position once again, pinning him
hard on the floor. An officer wearing broad heeled sandals put her
heel in the boy's mouth to his throat so he couldn't scream loud. Now
Azra bibi instructed another officer standing by to bring the battery
to her. The officer complied. Azra bibi opened one of the battery's
cover on the top. She placed the battery above the agonized child's
eyes, and carefully spilled battery's green fuming acid in boy's eyes.
Expecting a shriek, the officer pushed her heel further down his
throat. I couldn't understand why that guy wouldn't just die of pain.
He didn't scream, his back arched up for a second and then he lost
consciousness, out of bitter pain. Now fumes were emitting from two
eye sockets. Azra stood up, and then told Ghazala, "I put acid in his
eyes because being a Virgo, I'm a perfectionist. I couldn't stand the
mess in his eye sockets, so I just thought of dissolving the mess with
acid." And with that, all of the ladies present burst into laughter.
"Believe me, not only is this guy seeing green sensational lights in
his brains due to pain, I'm feeling the same too seeing him suffer
under my heel." And with that, she stroked her crotch lightly. "Bring
him back to consciousness." She ordered her sub-ordinates. Ghazala
brought a pail of water and splashed the cold water on the weak body
on the floor. He didn't regained consciousness until 10 more minutes
and 5 pails of water. When he came back in senses, he started to
shriek again in agony.
"Tie him again." Azra bibi commanded and they did as ordered. When he
was fastened, a knock came on the door. The constable by the door
opened the door a little and then told Azra bibi, "Ms. Shireen is
here".
"Don't keep the door closed on her, you fool. Welcome her inside."
Azra bibi said in an excited tone.
And then I came back to MY misery again, seeing my tormentors again.
It was Shireen bibi, in a silk off-white shalwar kameez with
intricately designed jewelry, accompanied by her sadist daughter,
Shehla bibi. She was wearing a black long skirt, tightly fitted at
hips. She was wearing black open-end sandals with 5 inches heels, and
her white ankles showed just below the skirt. How I wished she were as
soft hearted as she seemed. Shireen bibi glanced at my direction and
smiled while her cheeks blushed. Shehla bibi also looked at me and
gave a loud laugh, as was her habit.
"Please be seated, Ms. Shireen. I'll just finish my tasks in a matter
of minutes. I thought of adding you in our entertainment as well. It
will be an honour having a great personality like you among us. Razia!
Go and fetch snacks and tea for our guests." Azra bibi tried to butter
her up.
"Ok…you go on….maybe I'll learn a thing or two from you." replied
Shireen bibi, smiling. She then gave me a look that gave me shivers.
Azra bibi smoothed her belt in her hand, and then kept rotating the
belt in air playfully. She suddenly struck the poor kid's back with
full force. The guy lost his mind and cried like a wild animal. And
Azra bibi was really true. When she pulled back the belt, small
fragments of the boy's skin and drops of blood flew in air.
"Hey that's really cool…could I do that sometime myself?" asked Shehla
bibi innocently, as if asking her mother for a candy.
"You want to go ahead with this Ms. Shehla? Be my guest" replied Azra
bibi and offered the belt to Shehla bibi.
The guy's doomed now, I thought. This sadist's going to laugh till his
death. Shehla leapt from her seat, looking very eager to administer
the half-dead guy with punishment. She stood beside the bench, and put
her left foot forward, positioning herself in the best manner. She
stretched her hand holding the belt back, and swept the belt at a
swift speed through the air. Whoosh!! The belt sounded, cutting
through the air, and landed straight at his ass. The kid with two
empty holes instead of eyes raised his head in pain. He was already
dying of his existing pains, but they were making the most out of his
life's last breaths.
"Oh yes…I'm going to give it to you…I'm going to give it to you real
hard…am I wicked?" exclaimed Shehla bibi and with these words she
twisted whole of her body with the belt, and it landed right on his
back. This strike was most vicious than all that he had got by now. He
cried in pain, persistently begging them to kill him instantly. But
they all laughed at his misery. Shireen bibi looked excited as well,
and a faint smile kept on her lips. She would occasionally make her
lips wet with her tongue, like observing a delicious and sumptuous
dinner being prepared in front of her.
"Shehla bibi! Your arm has really good strength. Looks like you're of
much use to us." Azra bibi tried to butter her up now.
"It's the police that we use, the police don't have worth to use us."
Shireen bibi said remarked contemptuously. Azra bibi understood that
she had said inappropriate thing in front of an aristocratic family,
so she apologized profusely.
	Shehla bibi kept on giving her lashes after lashes and he kept on
crying and shrieking at every lash. This irritated Shireen bibi and
she instructed Azra bibi to do something to lessen the noise in the
room. Azra bibi understood her gesture and went towards the
semi-conscious heap of body they call human. She sat on the edge of
the punishment bench so that the kid's face was touching her crotch.
She moved a little forward and pushed his head further inside her
crotch. Shehla bibi resumed her job, concentrating on whipping the
pitiable child on his back. She made sure that no place was left
untouched on his back. Even the skin had seized to come up with the
belt. His back felt like a piece of leather that has been slashed
repeatedly by a sharp knife. The steel shrapnel on the belt had done
their work dutifully. The upper skin was nowhere to be found on his
back, just red flesh. When Azra bibi observed that even blood had
stopped to come up with the belt, she requested Shehla bibi to stop
the torture, ignoring wild muffled sound of the child in her crotch. I
took a sigh of relief that now this child's suffering is over at last.
	Azra bibi instructed a constable to hand Shehla bibi the baton now.
Shehla bibi took the baton in her hands and said, "Hmm…cool". I
shuddered at the thought of imagining what was to follow.
"Shehla bibi, it's time for his misery to come to an end. Please feel
free to practice on him." Azra bibi said.
Shehla smiled, went to his bruised body, and touched his body with her
baton to see where the base of his backbone was. When she found the
exact place, she said "get ready boy. You'll see your ancestors sooner
than you thought."
	She raised the baton high into the air, and struck his backbone with
full force. Another series of muffled cries started to erupt from the
child's mouth. Azra bibi was visibly hot at that moment. The sight of
the tortured soul and his shrieks in her crotch might have sent
currents in her body. She squirmed with every cry of the kid. Her eyes
were half-closed in ecstasy. Shehla bibi repeatedly gave him blows,
precisely at his backbone. Whenever the boy shuddered in pain, Azra
bibi pushed his head further inside her crotch. Her thighs were
totally encasing the boy's head, and I was afraid that if not by
blows, the kid's going to die by suffocation. Shehla baby kept hitting
him exactly at the base of his backbone. At last, when Shehla bibi
gave him the 18th blow, all persons present heard an audible ‘crack'.
His backbone was broken. At the same time, Azra bibi became a little
calm, maybe she had orgasmed. She stood from the bench, shyly, as
everyone could see her wet crotch. The wretched child took difficult
and heavy breaths, as if his breath was breaking up. I felt that he
couldn't scream, his voice was lost somewhere in his throat. Azra bibi
went near her table and stood there, still weak at the knees. I could
see from my angle that Shireen bibi's hand was under her kameez,
fingering between her thighs.
"And for the climax…Ms. Shehla presents you with the final act."
Shehla bibi said as if in a theatre. And she took a drill machine kept
at the corner of the room and switched it on. She switched on and off
the drill machine repeatedly. Every time I heard the machine being
revved up, blood raced in my body. Shehla bibi went towards his face.
She put one of her feet up, inches from his face. "Lick it" she
ordered him. It was her favourite line. Naturally, the kid couldn't
see her foot as he had become totally blind, and was not in his senses
anyways.
"I see that you're not very bright. Anyways, I know how to make people
like you bright and intelligent. I'll stir up your brain like Madam
Lalaurie did to her slave." Shehla bibi said in a matter-of-fact tone.
She grabbed the near-dying boy's hair and raised his head. I couldn't
believe what she did next. I was utterly horrified. She drilled a hole
in the little guy's head, making funny faces. The boy's body shuddered
for the last time like a body being electrocuted. And at the very same
time Azra bibi, who was sitting on the edge of her desk and rubbing
her pussy, moaned loud and fell back on her desk. Maybe she had
climaxed a gigantic orgasm. And as for Shireen bibi, she moaned loudly
as well and then composed herself with elegance. Shehla bibi kept on
drilling his head from two or three different places, and I could feel
the pain in my head, seeing the mental sickness of all present. When
Shehla bibi was through her fun, she remarked "Hey where's our snack
and tea? I'm feeling really hungry."
	Azra bibi composed herself as well and called out to her attendants
outside the room. She instructed them to bring the snacks and dispose
of the young boy's body.
"Put his body in a sack and take it somewhere in Korangi. Then burn it
there with other junk. No one would ever inquire about a loser like
him. He was raised from the trash, and it was destined that he
returned there." Azra bibi said in an amazing tone and everyone
laughed.
"Where did you find him?" Shireen bibi asked Azra bibi about me. Chill
went through my spine as everyone's notice turned towards me. What if
they finish me off in the same horrible manner. They're not humans
anyways, they're witches. They don't feel any pain, at least not their
slaves' pains. We are lower to them than their pets, rather much lower
than their pets.
"We found him in an orphanage near our police station. In fact, one of
our constables had found him and we admitted him to the orphanage.
When I heard his description, I knew he was our man. But I didn't harm
him, as you had ordered. After all, we are born to serve you." Azra
bibi said, trying to be in Shireen bibi's good books.
"Hmm…ok…I'll tell Tariq, I mean your police chief Tariq Jameel to take
good care of you." Shireen bibi replied with an air of arrogance.
"Oh thank you...thank you so much…I'll always be grateful to you."
Azra bibi said.
	When tea and snacks were served, the topic turned to politics and
current affairs. I started to feel as if my ankles going to break up
from the joints. I'd not felt any pain for so long as I was busy in
seeing that horror scene of a young boy's painful death. I wondered
what might happen once I reach home. Before coming here, I had a small
hope that I could at least take refuge through the police. But here,
the situation was entirely different. The police obeyed my tormentors
as if they, and not the government, paid their salaries. When the tea
and snacks were finished, Shireen bibi stood from her chair and
started to come towards me. Her every click clack of heels rocked
directly at my heart. When she came near me, her pussy was just inches
away from my face, as I was hanging upside down. I saw her looking
down at me, but avoided her gaze. She kept looking at me, with her
lips slowly protruding. She gently stroked my hair, then my ears, and
then my face.
"Did my ghulam sleep well at night?" she asked softly.
"Yes bibi" I could answer only that in her awe.
"That's Maalkin for you. Did my ghulam eat anything?" came another
question, still softly.
"Yes Maalkin…some fruit peeling." I replied, finding some
encouragement from her soothing voice.
"Awww…that's too bad….I'll get you something fresh to eat at home."
She said sympathetically. Then she kept looking down at my face, and I
had nowhere to look but her crotch that was so near my face.
"Release him and bring him to my car" Shireen bibi said in a tone full
of authority. Ghazala rushed towards me and released me from my
painful position. I fell on the floor with a thud at Ghazala's booted
feet. I couldn't see straight for a few seconds as I was upside down
for a good 2 hours. Ambreen and Ghazala dragged me by the shoulders
and brought me out of my lockup. Azra bibi was sitting on the edge of
her desk as usual and said "it was nice meeting you, young boy. Hope
you live for another week." Her words thrashed like hammer on my mind.
I wanted to drop at her feet and beg her to shoot me right there, but
I knew that she was powerless in front of my owners. So I just kept my
gaze lower and the guards dragged me to Shireen bibi's Land Cruiser
outside. Shehla bibi was on the driver side and Shireen bibi sat on
the rear seat. She pointed towards her feet. The guards pushed me in
the SUV in Shireen bibi's feet. I was on the car's floor and she
placed her feet on my back and neck. The guards closed the car's door.
Shehla bibi started driving the car. We drove for around 25 minutes
before I could sense the SUV had stopped and Shehla bibi honked the
horn. Then she parked the car inside the house. I was in my hell once
again. Drops of sweat trickled down my forehead. My belief on God
started to vanish. How could He let them do such brutalities on His
beings? Shireen bibi opened her door and got off the SUV.
"Take him out," I heard Shireen bibi say. My body was flat facing the
floor. I'd not tried to raise my head an inch all the way, fearing
being rebuked by Shireen bibi. A hand savagely pulled me out by my
hair. I dismissed my thought of getting a severe punishment by
thinking of Shireen bibi's soft words at the police station. And
regarding the hand that pulled me out mercilessly, I thought that
these people don't have any value of slaves in their eyes, so I'd have
to endure such humiliations. Doesn't matter!
	The gloved hand when put me out of the car, I fell on the ground on
my belly. The hand still held tight to my hair so my face prevented
from hitting the ground. What I was looking at had a 5' 2" height, big
round breasts and a thin waistline. She was wearing riding attire,
off-white colour figure-hugging riding pants and a white half-sleeve
shirt, which clung on tightly to her breasts. She had thick thighs and
looked like a powerful being towered above me. She had wheatish
complexion and her straight black hair were pulled back in a ponytail.
She had small eyes and thin lips. Thin lips always instilled fear in
me. My aunt Saira Gul had thin lips as well and it had settled in my
mind that all women with thin lips are wicked. She glared at me and I
fixed my gaze at her shiny black riding boots.
"So he's that piglet who dared to run from our house. Didn't he ever
think what an unfortunate soul would he be if the police, which we
readily knew, catch him? If he remained in our house and served us
right, he might've got some regard as our pet dog. But seems like he's
not so worthy of that status. Too bad, a vehicle didn't run him down.
He wouldn't have to endure what is coming up for him now." She said in
a low voice, in an emotionless tone. Her every sentence sent me shock
waves throughout my body. I understood that not much had changed as I
had presumed earlier. Nevertheless, who was this sadistic looking and
emotionless person? I didn't see her the last day. Then it dawned on
me that she must be Almas bibi, whom I'd heard of but didn't encounter
until now.
"Almas! You're getting late for your riding school. Play with pig some
other time." Shireen bibi called out from inside. At that point, I saw
Sabeen bibi coming out of the porch. I took a sigh of relief to see
the only angel in this household. But her angelic ways sometimes
matched for her sisters' satanic ways. Almas left my hair and I fell
between her boots. She intently stepped on my head and went towards a
black BMW parked in the porch. Sabeen bibi came towards me with some
anger lashing out from her eyes.
"Open the gate, and then come inside. I'll be waiting for you in the
TV lounge," she instructed me.
	I hurriedly ran towards the gate and opened the gate. Almas bibi's
car backed and stopped when it close to me. She said in her
emotionless tone, "Always bow down whenever we're entering or leaving
the house. Show us due respect, you unworthy piece of shit." And with
that, she screeched out of the house. I had a thought at once, why
shouldn't I run away as no one's looking. But then, I smacked my own
head. Wasn't the last experience of running away enough for me? I
closed the gate and turned to see Shehla bibi standing on the terrace,
looking at me with a proud smile and an arched eyebrow.
"Wise choice, ghulam" she remarked. She had understood the thought in
my mind and my slap in reaction. "Now get on all fours and crawl
inside like a dog," she ordered. I went on all fours and crawled
inside the house, to my eternal hell. There, I found Sabeen bibi lying
on the couch lazily, obviously unhappy. She was watching ‘Shrek' on
TV. I crawled towards her feet. She was wearing sleeping pajamas and a
t-shirt, and her big breasts were visible. Her one leg was folded up
on the couch and her other leg was on the floor. I kept on all fours
near her foot on the floor, and overcome by emotions, put my face on
her foot. Tears rolled down my cheek and on her foot.
"Hey what's this? Who permitted you to make my foot soiled with your
filthy tears? These are crocodile tears. If you were really loyal to
me you'd never have run away in the first place. I treated you so
lovingly like my personal dog, but you broke my heart. Things are not
the same now as before. I would never trust you again." She said
irritatingly. I just kept on weeping, thinking why I ran in the first
place. They eventually found me and now my only sympathizer doesn't
like me anymore. I just knelt at her feet, in vague hope of getting
some sympathy, perhaps she didn't have any. In sheer desperation, I
started to kiss and lick her foot fervently, like a loyal dog lapping
at his owner's feet to get her attention. They had virtually made me
like a dog. I sobbed and licked…took audible breaths and
kissed….licked and kissed…licked her sole…licked between her
toes….licking like an obsessive person….sucked her toes. After a while
she put her foot under my chin and raised my head up. She pulled me up
by my hair until I was at her knee level. She put her other leg down
on the floor. I was kneeling between her knees. She jerked my head
back so she could look into my eyes.
"Why did you run? Didn't you ever think about your owner here, who
loved you so much? You meant so much to me…even more than my Barbie
doll. I thought of you as my favourite plaything. And you ran away in
return. You should be ashamed of yourself. I'll never talk to you
again," she said like a little child. Dog or plaything, I needed her
favour so I begged her,
"Please forgive me, bibi. It was a very foolish thing I did. I'm your
dog. I'm your toy. Please forgive me. I'll always do as you please.
Please forgive me." I didn't know what to say other than that. She
stared in my eyes silently, like judging me. Then she said in a soft
voice, "Go to Rabi bibi's room at once. She was furious when we
returned home and found out that you've run away. She swore that if
you were not found out before she awoke, she'll go in search of you
herself and whip you to death then and there, in front all present. Go
and kneel before her bed, before she awakes. That might soften your
punishment. I won't be able to protect you from her wrath when she's
angry, even mom can't protect you, coz she's very short tempered and
we don't interfere in her ways."  Hearing this, I was surrounded by
fear. Fear of the unknown. What might she do to me when she awakes?
She looked to me like a very softhearted person from outside. But I
knew in my heart, that from inside, she might beat Satan in sadism.
The look, the cold look in her eyes gave me shivers inside my fragile
body. Her serene almond-eyes had the look that it no force on earth
could stop her from inflicting pain on me. And maybe she knew her
power…absolute power over me and every of her slave that she ever
owned.
	I was staring at Sabeen bibi's face like a fool, when she pushed my
head away with her foot and said, "Go now, what are you waiting for?"
I started to crawl on all fours towards Rabi bibi's room, which was
situated on the upper floor of the house. I started to crawl on the
floor when I heard footsteps descending from the staircase. I got to
one side of the staircase and identified Shehla bibi's exceptionally
fair feet with long nails. But the feet just stopped one stair above,
in front of my face. Now what could be her loss if she just passed
down the stairs. But no…how could she then feel the power and
authority she had over me? So she barked, "Come on you insignificant
piece of shit, what are you waiting for? Prostrate at my feet and show
your submission to me." I had no choice but to degrade myself in front
of that egotistical beast. So I prostrated before a being that
actually deserved to be in a psychiatric ward.
"yes, that's more like it. Always remember to prostrate at my feet
whenever I'm passing by, otherwise my leather belt is a good teacher."
she said in a gay voice.
	She put her left foot on my head and unnecessarily pushed it hard
twice on the marble stair. Then she took her path and I took mine.
When I reached Rabi bibi's door, I got puzzled whether to stand from
my crawling position and open the door, or to find an alternative.
"With your mouth, ghulam" I heard Shireen bibi's voice from the back
in her usual snobby style and understood what she meant. To make sure
I did as ordered, she came up to me and said "I should not hear a
sound from your pathetic mouth", and then stood on the back of my
knees. My face went red, just to hold back my agony of her full weight
on my frail limbs. She did that so I couldn't stand from my position.
"Don't make a sound or you'll lose your voice forever." She threatened
me. I raised my head as far as I could at once, to minimize the pain
inflicted on me as soon as possible. It felt like my knees are going
to be crushed under her weight. I took the doorknob in my mouth and
tried to rotate the knob, but in vain. I clenched my teeth, it was
painful for me to grab a brass knob with my teeth, but my grasp became
hard on the knob due to my owner's incredible weight. She, while on
the other hand, enjoyed the scene. When I looked back pleadingly, I am
sure she must've seen that my face has turned crimson red from pain
and agony. But she rather enjoyed my miserable sight.
"It's a pity that it's just about time that Rabi wakes up. If you're
not at her feet before she wakes, you're in deep shit." She said
mockingly.
	I tried hard this time to hold the knob tightly between my teeth, and
finally succeeded in opening the door. Shireen bibi stepped down from
my knees. I got down on all fours again, like a dog and crawled inside
the room. Shireen bibi closed the door without making a sound. In
front of me, I saw a goddess lying on the bed in the most carefree
manner. Rabi bibi was lying on her left side, and had a cushion
between her thighs. Her pink dainty feet looked as superb as ever. But
I didn't dare to look at her for long, although she was asleep. I
crawled towards her bed, and then put my head to her bedroom slippers.
I don't know for how long I stayed there, never moving an inch in her
awe. I just kept on thinking the pain she would inflict upon me and
the torture she might mete out on me. She was petite than her sisters,
yet it felt like she exuded an aura of authority over them. While she
slept, she looked like an innocent doll. But I knew that her innocence
was only a disguise to hide her sadistic pleasures. As I was thinking
these things, I heard some movement on the bed. Maybe she was awake.
Then I felt two pretty feet resting on my head. Rabi bibi was up. I
heard her voice, "lucky dog! You've come before I woke up. I knew you
wouldn't succeed in running away from your owners. But this doesn't
mean that you'd be spared. It is just that your punishment would be
comparatively lenient. But I wonder whether you could put up with MY
lenient punishment. Anyway, put my feet in my slippers and follow me
to the bathroom."
	I held the sole of her left foot, shaking, and put her foot in her
slippers respectfully as if my life depended on it. I did the same
with her right foot. She stood up from her bed. Then surprisingly, I
didn't know what came over me, and I started to rub my forehead on her
feet.
"Now, now, dog. That won't do any good. You should've thought about
that before running away. You're destined to end up during my medical
experiments. By the way, I hope you know that I'm a medical student,
and am looking forward to using you as a guinea pig. Well, I know you
wouldn't know what a guinea pig is. You'll understand that when your
‘treatment' starts." She said in a mater-of-fact tone. She started to
walk towards the bathroom and I followed like her loyal dog. She
didn't even looked back to see if I was following her or not. She
readily knew that I'd never disobey her. She opened the bathroom door
and went inside. I stopped at the door.
"Did I tell you to wait outside, fool?" she said angrily. I crawled
inside and saw a lavishly decorated bathroom. My house at the village
would've been much cheaper than her bathroom. I could see from the
corners of my eyes that she put off her sleeping pajamas and sat on
the commode seat.
"Come here and make your head my footstool." She ordered. I went
towards her feet and she put one of her feet on my head and the other
on my back casually. I heard the splash of piss running down the
commode and felt sick. Am I not a human being? Don't I have any
dignity? At the tender age of nine, I started to think about such
things. I was lower than dogs. I'd heard that the citizens of urban
areas are civilized and sophisticated. But what I could understand now
was that they are more sophisticated in devising new ideas for
torturing and degrading humans lower than themselves in class.
When she was through, she stood up from the commode and put her full
weight on my head. I writhed in pain and moaned.
"Yum yum…I like the moans in pain, especially pain inflicted by me."
She said in a pleasing manner. "Come on, hold this toilet paper
between your teeth and wipe me." I couldn't believe what she just
said. How could she do that to me? It's a great sin to look at a naked
female body, so I requested her in a humble tone, "Bibi please don't
do this to me. It's a great sin. Please don't make me do it. God will
punish if I did so."
"God…you'll get to God once you get past me. Right now, I'm your
Goddess. Prostrate in front of me like I'm your goddess. Now!!" she
said in a harsh tone.
"Please bibi…please don't do this to me. I beg you. God will put me in
hell. There's no God but One." I tried to persuade her religiously.
"You're afraid of hell…huh? Oh baby, wait till you see the hell
created by me. Once I finish with you, you'll be worshipping me." She
said in a sweet tone. She wiped herself and threw the toilet paper on
my head. She ordered, "Flush it down and come to me at once. I've got
some real entertainment for family today." I took the toilet paper,
threw it in the commode, and flushed it. I crawled towards the room
once again and knelt at her feet.
"Follow me" she said. I did as ordered and she went out of her room.
Just on the left side of her room was a small room, rather a chamber
for keeping pillows and comforters. It must be around 4 feet in width,
5 feet in length and 3 feet in height. She ordered me to go in that
chamber. I tried to squeeze inside with great difficulty. She closed
the chamber's door and I heard her saying, "your good time has ended.
Relax comfortably until I get you out. I'll start the ‘fun' when Almas
returns. Chill ran through my body at her words. I knew my bad time
had come.
	It was getting hard for me to remain in that congested chamber, and
before long, I found it hard to breathe. I panicked. What if no one
attended to my pleas? There seemed to be no sound near the chamber.
Seemed like everyone was downstairs. I had to do something, so I put
my mouth close to the chamber's door. This way, I could breathe a
little better. My back started to ache after a couple of hours. I had
been crouching in this position for 3 or 4 hours. Those pretty demons
seemed to forget about me. I felt my head started to become light due
to lack of oxygen. But I kept on breathing through the small opening
of the door. I don't know for how many long hours had passed through
my ordeal, when the chamber's door sprang open. There was Sabeen bibi
standing outside.
"Come out, doggie. Time to straighten up your back." She said in an
affectionate tone. I struggled to crawl out, but my backache had
locked my position. Sabeen bibi helped me out by pulling me out with
my hair. I had somehow crawled outside, but couldn't find it easier to
straighten up, or even to crawl further due to backache. She noticed
my ordeal and helped me out, by pushing my straight on the floor flat,
and stood on top of me. I cried in pain. But she just kept on
trampling and saying that this will help me. She treaded on my spine,
and I could hardly breathe under her weight. But she was helping me in
her own way. I deliberately seized my moaning forcefully so she may
think that my ache had ended. It worked and she stepped off.
"Doggie, it's time for you to learn some lesson. Rabi bibi and Almas
bibi are waiting for you downstairs. I've requested them not to be too
harsh in your first lesson. That's the best I could do for you. After
all, I can't force them to spare you, mainly because they're my elder
sisters, and secondly, because it's really necessary to punish for
what you did. It's for your own good." She said in a friendly manner,
like she's asking me to eat candies. Maybe torturing me WAS like
offering me candies for them. I mustered my strengths to face my
upcoming punishment, maybe a thorough belting, severe than the last
time.
"Come with me, doggie." She said, putting a dog collar in my neck and
attaching it to a leash. I had really become her dog. I started to
crawl behind her, as her big ass swayed. I felt a tingling in my
crotch for the first time in my life. I felt like my penis was getting
hard, imagining myself as her dog and following her round ass like
one. We reached downstairs, where I could see all of my owners,
smirking at me. Almas bibi was still in her riding attire. Rabi bibi
was clad in blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt. She was wearing a
pair of long-heeled black sandals. She rose to her feet and walked
towards me. I knelt at her feet. She said in her habitual soft but
authoritative tone,
"ghulam…u thought that you'd not be punished, coz you're not touched
since you returned, or rather, were forced to return. But I was
actually waiting for the right time to punish you. And what better
time than our evening teatime. Shehla, bring my toys."
Shehla bibi brought her toys, which turned out to be a pair of pliers,
some common pins and a wicked looking hammer.
"Today, you'll learn the lesson of your life, that is, never to betray
your betters." She said in a menacing manner, "Sabeen, fasten him to
the floor tight."
Sabeen took me towards the staircase and tied my hands and feet very
tightly with the adjoining iron grill. I was totally bound to the
floor, and to make matters worse, Shehla bibi walked up to me and put
her pretty feet with 5 inch heels on both of my hands. I yelped in
pain but she crushed my fingers even more. Now, Rabi bibi came close
to me, and crouched in front of me.
"Dog…I believe in eradicating the root of the problem. With these
skillful hands, you were able to climb the window. So why not finish
these sweet little poor fingers." She said in a pitiless voice, and
continued, "but my ghulam, don't worry. I'll make that painful for
you, so you never forget the lesson." I was still unable to understand
what she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to beat me with her pliers and
hammers etc. but her sadistic mind had other ideas.
	She gently soothed my little fingers, which had started bleeding due
to constant crushing by Shehla bibi's sandals. "God has blessed you
with such precious body parts as these little fingers of yours. Why
didn't you ever make good use of these fingers, like massaging your
owners' feet? Too bad, they meet a terrible ending." With these words,
she suddenly clasped my nail with pliers and started to pull
vehemently. I shrieked in pain, as blood started to ooze out from my
nail. I kept crying in pain with my full voice, but she seemed to
enjoy that. Her facial innocence had totally vanished and she looked
like an obsessed person, concentrating on pulling out my nail. At
last, she gave a final strong jerk, and my nail pulled out. I could
see my flesh and blood, where once my nail had been.
"Yes…yes….that's more like it." Shehla bibi said in excitement. I felt
like I would pass out when she got hold of my second nail and started
the rite again. Again, my shrieks in despair. Again, the wild look on
her face. Again, the hysterical laughs of Shehla bibi. I could see
Shireen bibi's hand under her kameez, on her crotch. Sabeen bibi was
looking plainly at me, emotionless. While Almas bibi was swaying in a
rhythmical manner on the arm of couch.
	When Rabi bibi pulled my fifth nail on right hand, Almas bibi rose
and said "It's my turn now." I could clearly see the wetness on her
crotch, and the unsteadiness of her paces. Same was the case with Rabi
bibi. She seemed too aroused. She sank on the couch, taking heavy
breaths. I tried in vain to get my fingers free, but under Shehla
bibi's weight, I was nothing. Almas bibi came forward, and I was in
utter fear, and helpless, seeing her in riding boots. She looked a
tower of power and supremacy. Her emotionless face told the stories of
cruelties that she might have meted out on her previous servants. Even
in my painful condition, I could see her swollen pussy protruding from
her figure-hugging riding pants, due to excitement. She sat down, my
face between her thighs, and her crotch inches from my face.
"Don't worry…ghulam. It wouldn't be so painful in my turn. I'm
stronger than Rabi bibi and will pull your nails out in a jiffy. Don't
worry." she said. I was ecstatic in pain and didn't comprehend half of
her words due to my agony. She clasped my first nail on the left hand
strongly with the pliers, and pulled so forcefully that for once, I
thought that whole of my finger had been torn off the hand. Some of my
flesh pulled out with the nail too. I banged my head on the floor in
pain. That was the only thing I could do in my desperation. But they
wanted me to suffer so bad, that Sabeen bibi put her big foot on my
head, it just added to my misery. Almas bibi pulled my nails out, one
by one. The floor got wet with my tears, and my blood. When she had
pulled all of the nails, she nodded towards Shehla bibi. She got of my
hands and assumed Almas bibi's position. Almas bibi not stepped on my
fingers and hands. I could feel my hands getting numb. I thought, at
last my misery has come to an end. But Divinity had other plans for
me. Rather, I'd started to believe that these owners are divine power
over me. Rabi bibi had not lied when she had told me that once she
gets through me, I'll be worshipping her. I had, indeed, reached that
stage. I could worship her, just to end my miseries. Long through my
pains, I had prayed to God to save me from these heartless creatures,
but my prayers were unheard. Now I considered my owners as the centre
of my worship. They could end my miseries if they wanted to.
	Shehla bibi had mischievous smile on her face and said, "Here comes
the goody good part". She took one common pin, and pushed it in my
nail's flesh. Any voice couldn't come out of my mouth for 2 or 3
seconds due to shock, and then I starting screaming in pain. She
pushed those menacing pins one by one in the flesh where once nails
were located. She kept on wetting her lips with her tongue, as if
enjoying a sumptuous meal. She took great enjoyment, seeing my
suffering and taunting me at the same time. When she had done her
task, she stood up, and unexpectedly Almas bibi crashed her booted
feet on those pins. An electric shock went in my mind, and I fainted.
	When I regained consciousness, my tormentors were having tea and
snacks, like a regular day. I was still fastened to the iron grill.
"Hey our ghulam is up…time for further lessons" said Shireen bibi. She
stood up from the couch and walked towards me, the echo of her every
step exploding in my mind. She raised my chin by her foot, and said
"your miseries are about to end. I'll finish the job".
	She took pliers from the floor, placed a few feet away. I shivered at
its sight. Pain was still throbbing from my crushed and bruised
fingers. "I'm a very soft-hearted lady, and I can't see such ugly pins
on your body. Say what…I remove your fingers so neither would u have
fingers…nor would u be suffering from these vicious pins." She said in
a scornful tone. I understood what was coming.
"Please Maalkin. I'm already in too much pain. Please have mercy on
me, I beg you. I can't stand so much pain" I pleaded.
"No…who said you couldn't stand so much pain. I say you can stand a
lot of pain. I guarantee that. And by the way, it's Rabi bibi's
subject in her human psychology subject. You can think of yourself as
a hero, who dedicated his life for medical research. It is an
assignment given to her to find out pain and human endurance." Shireen
bibi said in a soft manner. I couldn't understand most of what she
said. I did, however, understand that I'll be seeing the last of my
fingers in a matter of minutes. "Now…you be a good slave and present
your hand to me yourself. Otherwise, I might think that you didn't
understand the lesson Rabi bibi gave, and well, I might further
torture you." She warned. I raised my bruised and battered hand to
her. She crouched in front of me, and took my hand in hers gently. She
put my index finger between pliers, and I closed my eyes.
"No…no dear, you have to look while I crush your fingers. It's very
important for you." She affectionately advised me. I opened my eyes,
to see that she was looking closely at my finger. She asked Sabeen
bibi for help to put me in place. Sabeen bibi came and comfortably sat
on my head. My head felt like it would crush down. My face was
completely encased by her thighs and feet. I felt the pain in my
finger as Shireen bibi started to use force on pliers. I could hear
her grunt as she applied more and more force. I felt like my heart was
going to stop any minute. The pain was so incredible that my breathe
trapped somewhere inside my heart. I could only mumble ‘ah..ah..ah"
due to loss of breath. Even screaming wanted more energy than I had.
Finally, I could hear with my own ears, the crunching of my index
finger.
"One down, 9 more to go" she said in a funny manner, and all present
laughed as if it was a joke. Shireen bibi now dutifully resumed her
job of crushing my other fingers. My mouth was completely closed as
the weight of Sabeen bibi on my head forbade me to open my mouth even
a little bit. My mouth was completely pinned to the floor. As I heard
the rapid crunching of my fingers, I could only grumble, as my head
felt like it would explode due to pain.
"That's what I like about you Pathans. You have high endurance for
pain. If it had been for another guy, he would've surely died of
pain." Shireen bibi taunted. I would've died as well, but the pains in
my body didn't let me die. Whenever I thought I was on verge of dying,
a new series of pains brought me to life. When all of my fingers were
crushed, I felt Shireen bibi put my lumps of meat, previously knows as
fingers, on the floor. To be sure that my fingers had totally been
crushed, she called out Almas bibi. Almas bibi came and stomped on my
fingers hard, and I could feel the throbbing of my heart so forcefully
that I thought it burst. When my severed nails and fingers had been
converted to a gooey mess, she stepped off of my fingers. But that was
not all.
"Shehla, come and reduce this useless weight off his body." Shireen
bibi instructed. I couldn't understand from my semi-conscious state
what she meant by ‘useless weight'. I felt a foot on my left wrist,
and came the sharp sound of ‘thwack'. I couldn't understand for a few
seconds what had happened, until the base of my fingers felt like a
thousand bees stung on my bare flesh. And it dawned on me, that…..I
had finally been rid of my fingers from their bases. I jerked so
violently that even Sabeen bibi lost her balance a bit for a second,
but then understanding my unbearable agony, pushed my head harder
towards the floor so I stay still. She put her hands on my back as
well so I my body couldn't move. I felt her moist pussy rubbing
against my head. Maybe that was all my life was worth in their eyes. I
could peep through a small opening between Sabeen bibi's thighs that
the kind act of chopping my fingers was done by none other than Rabi
bibi. She held a mean-looking axe in her soft hands. She took my other
hand and placed it on the floor. Shireen bibi put her foot on that
hand, while Rabi bibi raised the axe again, and before it came down, I
fainted again. But even when I had lost consciousness before slashing
of my fingers, I could feel the agonizing pain in my unconscious
state.
	When I regained consciousness again, it was nighttime. I was still at
my place, but was unfastened. I saw Sabeen bibi watching a cartoon
program on her TV and no one else was present. I moaned loudly as my
pains still rose. She looked towards me and then changed her gaze
towards the TV. Without looking at me, she said
"Come here, doggie." I tried to crawl as fast as I could. I was too
terrified of these inhuman creatures. Loss of blood and empty stomach
had drained most of my energy. My blood had dried on the spot where
once my fingers were located. When I reached her feet I knelt at her
feet, but due to immense pain, kept moving to and fro at her feet. She
had a dog-bowl in which there were some chicken bones and leftovers.
"It's been quite a while when u last had something to eat. I'd saved
these especially for my precious dog. After every lesson, you'll get
such rewards. After all, we're not so ignorant and cruel" she said
sympathetically. And even with that pain in my body, I wanted to laugh
at that simpleton, who considered herself and her family as kind and
softhearted, even after their atrocious treatment. I silently thanked
her in my heart, rather than God, for the food that she offered.
"you're not supposed to touch the food with your hands. Eat like a
dog" she sneered. I started to chew the bones hungrily. I swallowed
even the hard pieces of bones, as I'd been hungry for more than a day.
When I had finished up all of the bones, I looked innocently towards
her. She understood my gesture that I wanted more.
"humph…you're a very naughty dog, you never let me enjoy my cartoon."
She said in irritatingly. She rose from the couch and headed towards
the kitchen. I crawled behind her. When I reached kitchen, I saw her
standing next to the trash bin.
"Eat whatever you can from this trash bin. Naturally, I wouldn't spoil
you by giving meat. You're a dog and should understand your place."
She said.
	I went towards the trash bin. It was open. I mistakenly raised my
hands to take something out from the trash bin to eat, when suddenly I
remembered that I didn't have my fingers anymore. Tears rolled down my
cheeks, just to think that I've become disabled for life. And why's
that so? Just because of entertaining these wicked rich females, who
don't think of anything but their sadistic pleasures.
"Have you ever seen a dog holding things like you're doing? A dog uses
his paws, and look, you have such cute paws yourself now. You
ungrateful creature, you should thank us for doing this to you. Use
only your mouth" she said angrily. I put my face down in the trash
bin, but thrust my face out due to foul-smell. Sabeen bibi couldn't
take it anymore, so she thrust my face again in the bin with her heavy
foot. My face messed up with trash in the bin that consisted of peels
of fruits and leftovers. I started to chew slowly, as my hunger pangs
were killing me. And I didn't want to displease Sabeen bibi as well.
When she took off her foot from my head, I thought that my stomach was
full with filth as well. So I took my head out of the trash bin. She
slowly walked towards the TV lounge and instructed me to washy my face
with water tap, located next to their lawn. I did as ordered and
returned to her feet. She inserted her big toe in my mouth, looking
down plainly. I took her toe inside my mouth and sucked. I sucked on
and on. U could feel the cheesy substance on her foot. She kept on
inserting her foot more and more in my little mouth. She ordered me to
bring a side-table and place it in front of her couch. I brought the
heavy side-table with great difficulty. It was difficult for me as I
couldn't hold on to the table with my fingers, as I had none. Pain
shot through my mind as I brought the table and placed it before her.
She placed her feet, crossed, on the table, and gave a simple order,
"Lick like a loyal dog'. I complied with her orders and stared giving
her a footbath. I gave her feet long licks. I licked between her toes.
I nibbled on the flesh on her soles. She would eventually look at me,
with pleasure in her eyes. I forgot my pains seeing her getting
pleasures from my tongue. She watched the TV unmoved, as it was a
normal practice for her.
"Mom and sisters have gone to the airport to pick my cousin up. She's
coming from Sweden and is 10 years old. Be sure to keep her
entertained as she's coming for her holidays here. She's the only
child of her parents, so she might be a little problem child for you."
Sabeen bibi informed me. Well, how much problem child would she be as
compared to my current tormentors? I continued licking her soles, and
she leaned a little down on the couch. I could again feel the tingling
sensations in my dick. I didn't know why. Maybe the thought of licking
her feet gave me this feeling.
	It was around half an hour later that I heard the honking of horn.
Sabeen bibi nodded me approvingly, and I crawled towards the main
gate. I had hard time again, opening the gate due to loss of my
fingers. It hurt real bad. But the honing of horn became impatient. I
succeeded at last in opening the gate, when my owners' land Cruiser
screeched inside. I remembered to bow down, as instructed by Almas
bibi. I closed the gate, somewhat easily than opening. I crawled
hurriedly towards the vehicle. All of my owners were seated, waiting
for me to open their doors. I struggled hard to open the front door,
but in vain. I didn't have fingers, and the stinging pain in my hands
prevented me from applying force to it. I could see all of them
smiling at me, smiling at my suffering. At last, Shireen bibi opened
her door, smashing my head to the door's fell back. But to offer my
apologies to her, I crawled at once towards her feet. She gave me a
swift kick to my head, and told me to welcome the little guest. The
young guest opened her door. She was a very pretty girl, with green
eyes and blushing cheeks. She was wearing dark blue frock with black
tights and long boots. She was very innocent looking. I felt really
embarrassed in front of her. She was about my age, and she'd be making
fun of me in her heart, seeing my pathetic condition.
"you swine…what are you looking at. Go and kiss her feet." Shireen
bibi thundered, like all my life was about kissing their feet. I
hesitated a bit still. It's easy t be submissive to your elder, it's
easy to be submissive to your younger, but it's not easy to be
submissive to your peer. At this stage, Almas bibi pulled out of the
car. She was wearing camel colour leather pants with figure-hugging
black sleeveless shirt. She pulled her steel belt out, and started to
whip me hard on my back. I writhed in pain under her high-platform
sandals.
"first…you come so lazily to open the gates. Then you forget to bow
down your head as ordered. Then you are unable to open the doors for
us. And now you're hesitant to kiss your owner's feet. You pig…how
dare you disobey my mom's orders." She said panting loud as she got
tired. Her belting left me with severe pain in my spine. I looked
towards the child's face, hiding my embarrassment from her. I wanted
to bury myself in ground from her gaze. She was looking directly at
me. I crawled towards her shoes, and kissed the tips of her leather
boots. She just kept looking down at me, with obvious innocence. Maybe
she didn't even know what was all this kissing and licking about. She
didn't know about my ‘slavery' factor. Shehla bibi opened the rear
door of the vehicle and pulled out the kid's bag herself, showing
mercy to me for the first time,. Or maybe she knew for sure that I
could never take the bag out due to throbbing pain in my hands. I hung
the bag in my arms and followed my superiors. It was a moment of
excitement and rejoice for everyone as their cousin had come to visit
us. But it made no difference to me. I was at their feet. Twice, Almas
bibi mistakenly stepped on me as they didn't notice their slave on the
floor. She kicked me hard whenever she stepped on me, like it was my
fault. The greatest pain was felt when Sabeen bibi stepped on my
severed and battered hands by mistake. I shrieked in pain, she jumped
in shock from my sudden shriek, and then got in a rage.
"you almost got me frightened, you pig" she roared, stomping and
treading on my body, while everyone else laughed at her. The young
girl was too quiet, for I never saw her talking to anyone since she
came. I took off her boots, mainly by pulling her heels by my teeth.
She just stared down at me silently, just observing what I was doing.
She was looking at me like a child observes new toy. I pulled off her
socks as well. I was too ashamed of serving a child my own age. Her
feet smelled a little, and she put her toe close to my mouth, as if
telling me to suck her toe. She might not be doing this to me to
degrade me, but maybe because she truly thought of me as a dog, as my
owners kept calling me in front of her. Or maybe because she was
curious, as most children are curious of trying new things. When I
didn't take her toe in my mouth, she pulled her toe away from me.
"Irum…we had a small fun planned for you tonight. Let us start that"
Rabi bibi told little girl in excited voice. The she fixed her gaze at
me that gave me shivers. I looked down at the floor, unable to face
her gaze.
"Remember ghulam…I said that I believe in eradicating the root of
problem? When you had run away, something other than your hands helped
you in running away. Guess what's that?" she said in her usual soft
tone. I froze in terror.
"Yes…you're thinking right…your feet. I could've slashed your feet in
the evening as well. But I wanted to save some entertainment for Irum.
Sabeen, fasten him to his place." she ordered mercilessly. They were
demons in human form. Previously I thought that they were heartless
creatures. But now I was certain that they had a heart, a really evil
one. Their sadistic thirst never quenched. I panicked and started to
look around in confusion. At times like these, mind boggles and the
person doesn't know what to do or what to think. I crawled fast to
Rabi bibi's feet and started kissing her feet reverently, begging her
to spare me as I had learnt my lesson. She just marveled at the
thought of having a male at her feet. And the thoughts of what she
could do to him at her whims.
"Ghulam…you were talking about some person in the morning, saying that
he'll send you to hell and that you'd not prostrate at my feet as it's
a sin. Am I recalling that correctly, ghulam?" she said mockingly. I
understood what she wanted; I had no choice but to accept her as my
Goddess. I screamed loud, saying that she's my Goddess and that I
worship her. She has complete authority over my life and death. I
prostrated in a proper manner, like Muslims prostrate while offering
their prayers. I heard laughs around the lounge, looking at my
pathetic state of mind. I'd just been reluctant of obeying her orders
in the morning, talking about God's wrath. And now, within a matter of
hours, I was declaring her my Goddess and Divine authority. How
elevated must've she thought of herself while I delivered these words.
How arrogant would she be, absorbing my words in her mind. What
lustful satisfaction would she have experienced, looking down at me in
abject misery and awe of her.
"Ghulam…remember I told you that you'll be worshipping me once I get
through my techniques with you. Well, it looks like my prediction was
a little inaccurate. You submitted to me BEFORE I completely got
through to you." She said haughtily. I feared the inevitable in her
voice. Sabeen bibi pulled me by the leash and took me to that dreaded
place where my fingers were brutally cut off. She fastened me to the
grill once again, as I sobbed and cried in terror. My weeping made no
difference to anyone, except Rabi bibi whose dimples grew deeper as
she smiled lovingly.
	She walked towards me, her feet coming closer and closer as my heart
sank.....

(To be continued) 

I would like to thank Subuman Slave and Leslie Drysdale for their
sincere efforts in improving the plot of my story. I look forward to
their and other readers' suggestions at sweetnaghma@hotmail.com
    

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