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Slave to the Merciless Part 4
(By Pakistani Slave Male)
I looked pleadingly in Irum bibi's eyes for some sympathy, but there
was none. She looked towards me with a straight face. Like a kid looks
on when a new act is performed before her and she keeps on thinking in
her mind what's going to happen next. I had no humans around me, just
brutal creatures; no mercy, just hideous excitement; no compassion,
just selfish joys; no hope of deliverance, just anxiety of what was to
follow. I knew that these vile Mistresses would get rid of me, one
time or other. But the fear of HOW I was to be got rid of sank my
heart. Why wouldn't they just kill me the easy way? What crime had I
committed by pursuing my freedom? After all, I was a free human and
didn't willingly become their slave. I was forcibly pushed into
slavery. I had always felt bad whenever Aunt Saira used to beat stray
dogs that would mistakenly barge into her small vegetable garden. I
wished that she just threw stones away that would frighten the dogs
away. There was no point in trapping a dog at some corner and then
beating the poor animal violently with a stick. I always thought that
she's a little mentally sick that's why she acts so. But after seeing
my Owners' endless cruelties on my weak and fragile body, I was now
thinking that maybe I was the one who was mentally sick, because
majority is always right. If my aunt did so and now my mistresses are
committing the likewise cruelties on me, then maybe that's the normal
thing to do. But this thought just added to my miseries. Why I wasn't
the one on the upper hand, why was I the lower one? These millions of
thoughts were coming in my mind randomly in microseconds and boggling
my mind.
Meanwhile, Mistress Sabeen had fastened me to my punishment post
where my fingers were severed from the roots. I was not given even the
slightest medical treatment, and I was already feeling like I'd faint
due to loss of blood. And to add to my wretchedness, I was ordered by
Sabeen bibi to wipe my own blood off the marble floor with my wounded
hands. To show her sympathy towards me, Mistress Sabeen had put tape
on my fingers, instead of first-aid bandages.
When she had fastened me to my punishment post, Rabi bibi came over
and started looking towards me, thinking of something. I at once fixed
my gaze down towards her regal feet, under which I belonged. I
couldn't look up to her, but knew she was looking directly towards me.
After a while, she told Sabeen bibi to bring that special device' she
had used on her numerous previous slaves. I didn't know about any of
those slaves' whereabouts. I just knew that my frail body had to
undergo a long way of torment.
Sabeen bibi left me, while I tried to break free of my bondage and
reach Rabi bibi's feet to humbly ask for forgiveness, which I knew she
didn't have to the slightest. But as a last hope, a person tries all
of his options, even those that are quite useless. I knew my groveling
at her feet would result in nothing more than her increased
excitement. And that was excitement that compelled her to treat me
more harshly and wickedly. She seemed quite amused at my appalling
condition and my frantic struggle to break free and reach her feet,
just to kiss her feet fervently and pray for mercy. When I was
unsuccessful, I cried in desperation, "Please do not torture me
anymore, my Goddess. You're my Goddess, my Creator. You have the power
of creating or destroying my worthless life. I was born to serve you.
Please spare my legs and I'll always be at your beck and call. All I
ask for is a little mercy. My life's under your feet. You have the
authority to do as you like. I can only pray to you. I hope my prayers
to you would not get unnoticed." I was weeping in pain and
submissiveness, while all the others were laughing their hearts out.
Rabi bibi had cute dimples in her cheeks whenever she laughed. And as
a habit, she moved her head back when she was laughing with her hand
covering her mouth. Her whole body was in constant movement with the
force of her merciless and lustful laughter. Tears came in her eyes,
and she barely stopped her laughter and said in a sneering tone, "oh
my poor baby! If you'd said these things a little before, maybe your
hands would've been spared. But I guess you're a little late. And
don't worry, you'll still serve me, WITHOUT YOUR HANDS AND FEET,
crawling like a worm that you are. I like my slaves to be always under
my knee-level. And to make it easy for them, I chop off their feet. So
it was understood. As for your hands, they were unfortunate to be a
part of your body as you used them to run away from such good owners
like us. Now, suffer!" She barked the last two words spitting fire.
Sabeen bibi had brought a wooden plank, around six feet long, with
numerous straps on it. She leaned and balanced the plank horizontally
with a wall. While she was doing this, Almas bibi walked towards me
and grabbed my by my hair. She dragged me towards the plank and jerked
my head, indicating that I should stand up. I obeyed her and stood up.
She pushed me towards the plank and held me still, while Sabeen bibi
tied the straps over my body. When she was through, I was strapped
from head to toe. I was like a cocoon. My fingerless arms were
pointing downwards. The first strap was across my shoulders, pinning
me tightly against the plank. After a number of straps, the last one
held my ankle fast. My feet were on the floor. The plank had special
clips whose holders were on that wall, and Sabeen bibi had clasped the
clips with the holders. So now, my plank was locked with the wall on
90 degrees. And with the plank, I was tightly motionless as well. I
couldn't even move my head from left to right, or my arms that were
tightly strapped on both sides of my body. I stared at my owners'
feet, never raising my eyes above their ankle level. I distinctly
remembered the eye-removal act of that poor boy at the police station.
Rabi bibi came towards me. I was at her breast-level while standing.
She said, "I could've made your foot-removal process slow and painful
like your fingers. But now that you've accepted me as your Goddess,
I'll be a little sympathetic to you. I would just crush your feet and
then chop them off, nothing more. Okay, my subject?" She smiled and
her cute dimples grew deep.
I knew what was being planned, but had a little hope hiding somewhere
in my heart. But after listening to her plans from herself, even that
ray of hope vanished. I just tried to concentrate on my future in this
world, the world that I was soon going to say bid adieu to.
While we were having this little chit-chat', all of the others
present had silently left the lounge. Rabi bibi sat on a nearby couch
with a touch of regality. After a few minutes, all of the family
members returned. I notice that all of them were wearing high-heeled
sandals, each of the sandals having an at least 8-inch heel. And then
their plan struck my head. I started my series of pleadings again.
"Oh my poor little dog, why don't you just understand it for once and
all. It is sure and impossible to avoid what's coming your way. No
need to think that there would be some escape from my wrath, for
whatever I say is inevitable. Pain is inevitable, suffering is
optional. The fact is, I want you to suffer, for me" Rabi bibi said in
a menacing tone.
All of the ladies, except Irum bibi, came close to me. "I think I
should be the first one," said Almas bibi, her simple words uttered
through her thin lips struck my heart. She was wearing blue jeans and
a tightly fitted sweat top. She was wearing camel-coloured long boots
that had wicked-looking heels.
"Look at your feet, ghulam" she ordered me, with which I didn't comply
and shut my eyes close.
"I said look at your feet, you piece of shit!" she screamed in anger.
Notwithstanding her anger, I opened my eyes slowly and looked towards
my feet. At that very second, she raised her right leg and smashed her
heel like lightening on my bare, fragile toes. I howled in pain. She
didn't stop there. She kept on crushing my big toe under her
vicious-looking heel, while twisting and grinding her teeth.
"Now tell me, ghulam. Do you like the reward of showing betrayal to
your kind and rightful owners?" she sneered. I writhed in pain but
couldn't move due to tight straps around my body.
"My turn" Sabeen bibi said, sending me into a state of astonishment.
How could she do that? She called me her pet. Why is she after
torturing me?
"I know what you'd be thinking, pet. But think of it, you betrayed me
as well. I treated you so nicely and accepted you as my personal pet,
but you didn't think about me when you escaped. Now it's my duty as
well to punish you. And what you did deserves no mercy, just
punishment, a severe one." She said in voice filled with hate and
sadness.
Well well well! I'm still nothing to her. My freedom doesn't mean
anything to her. She thinks that my bondage is a right thing and my
freedom, a betrayal. Total desperation engulfed me. I wanted to
evaporate like steam from this place. Sabeen bibi stepped forward and
stood straight in front of me, my face a little upwards than her
belly. She was wearing a knee-length red kameez (shirt), that was a
little tight at her belly; and ankle-high white shalwar (kind of
trouser). She wore red open-end sandals with straps going up to her
ankles. Her heels were 5 inches high, and she looked like a giantess
in front of me. She put one hand on my head and pushed my head
downwards so I could see what was about to happen to my next toe. I
tried to look up, but she increased the pressure on my head.
"You pig, look down. A superior has ordered you to look down; you
don't dare to defy your superiors' orders." She barked. I was amazed
at how quick this lady's temperament changes from being nice to being
a total bitch. I, though, complied with her orders and looked towards
my feet in horror. My big toe was bleeding profusely and seemed like a
piece of crushed meat. Sabeen bibi placed both of her hands on each
side of my shoulders now for balancing her right foot that was raised
two feet high from the floor. Then she scornfully said, "Look, ghulam.
Look down at your foot. I'm about to give you a lesson of your life.
And think think what you've done wrong." Her words were giving me a
tingling in my body and a feeling of embarrassment due to my act of
betrayal.
She gave a little pressure on my shoulders and her foot raised a
little further ..then came crashing down on my foot forcefully. I
shrieked in utmost pain and agony. Sabeen bibi had a chubby frame and
a heavy foot, well .heavy as compared to my frail body. She had just
severed my second toe. And she wasn't content with that. She kept on
smashing her merciless big foot on my other toes as well. I didn't
know which toe should I think about or feel pain in. She was crushing
my toes of left foot vehemently and savagely. The look on her face
seemed as if she was obsessed with only one thing, to make my toes a
piece of meat. But that was not so easy. My toes turned blue and I
felt that my toe bones had cracked. I wanted to jump due to persisting
pain shots in my small toes, but couldn't due to the wooden plank's
tightly strapped locks with the wall. I couldn't bear the pain. My
mind was drifting and I felt light, like I was about to faint.
Even when I had fainted, I felt that my remaining toes were being
crushed in a similar fashion. I don't know whether I was conscious at
that time or unconscious. What I certainly remember is that pain .that
horrible pain that I was undergoing my streaming tears .the throbbing
sensations that started from my toes to my head .the licentious bouts
of laughter echoing the lounge the frustration engulfing my heart and
mind .
When my pain had subsided a bit, I was able to return to
consciousness, only to find that the agonizing pain in my feet had
revived with my return to consciousness. I saw all of my tormentors,
laughing and joking about me becoming their worm, to be crushed under
their feet on their slightest whim. I also saw Irum bibi listening to
them attentively. She had gleaming eyes at them, as if she was
watching her favourite shoe, while I was at the end of tether. I don't
know what overcame me, maybe a angel of vengeance or maybe a demon of
stupidity that I started screaming in rage due to my throbbing pain in
contrast with the laughing and joking going around me,. There was a
pin-drop silence for a moment in the lounge. Then I realized my
mistake, when all of my mistresses stood up fiery and enraged at their
slave's utter disobedience and ill mannerism.
"Bring us a couple of belts and sticks, Shehla dear. We've got to
teach our slave a few new lessons in singing the tunes right" Shireen
bibi instructed in a stern voice.
Shehla didn't waste any time in bringing the items for enhancing my
torture and bringing more entertainment to their evening. Everyone
held a piece of torture equipment in their hands that included a whip,
two leather belts and three canes. Almas bibi held her whip at once,
while Shireen bibi and Rabi bibi took the belts, while Shireen bibi,
Sabeen bibi and Irum bibi each held a cane in their hands. I went
into a frenzy of pleadings.
"Err sorry I'm very sorry it's not my fault, Maalkin. U can
understand that yourself I've undergone so much misery please have
mercy on me now please please I beg you I understand that my life is
under your feet but please end this misery for once and for all." I
said weeping.
"You pathetic son of a bitch you've just made it hard on yourself,
pig. You've insulted your owners by yelling aloud in front of us. You
have to face the music now. I'll tell you the consequences of
misbehaving and raising your voice in front of the superior class."
Shireen bibi said disdainfully.
They all stepped forward, wielding their torture devices, their eyes
spitting fire. I shivered in anticipation of what was to follow. They
looked like demons. They didn't have any mercy in their eyes. Even the
youngest one Irum bibi was holding a cane in her hand. She had a
mischievous smile on her face. All of them started whipping and caning
me simultaneously. I couldn't save myself from their severe blows as
the straps tightly bound me around my helpless body. Irum bibi also
gave me fierce blows with her cane. She even poked the tip of her cane
twice on my face with full force, which resulted in bleeding wounds
from my forehead and cheek. I was being hit from all directions, but
couldn't move a muscle to protect myself. My heartless tormentors kept
on beating me without the slightest pause for a few minutes that
seemed like eternity. They gradually got tired of the repeated fun and
threw away their torture devices one by one. The last one to end my
wretchedness was Irum bibi, who was concentrating on my face while
caning me. She seemed full of energy. Energy that she used to abuse
me. Rabi bibi went towards Irum bibi and nudged on her shoulder. She
looked back towards Rabi bibi, who handed her a mean looking hammer.
Irum bibi inquisitively took the hammer, which seemed quite heavy.
Rabi bibi smiled and pointed towards my feet. Sweat ran down my
temple. I knew what she had meant. Irum bibi once again looked in my
eyes. I fixed my gaze at her small, pretty feet. She squatted down. I
pleaded for mercy, for sparing my already severed toes. But as I had
observed, Irum bibi was deaf. That's why Rabi bibi had nudged on her
shoulder rather than calling her out.
Irum bibi looked carefully at my wounded feet, like she was examining
her subject. She put both of her delicate hands on hammer's arm. She
raised the hammer, and it came down like lightening on my right foot.
I yelped in pain. But she didn't stop there. She continued blows after
blows of her wicked hammer on my already bleeding feet. I kept on
screaming in pain, but never uttering a word that would show my
defiance to my owners. I knew that would only bring another series of
punishments. Irum bibi couldn't hear my pleas, so she never raised her
face for a second, just kept on smashing my feet to a pulp.
"Keep on screaming, ghulam. She can't hear u. at last, a person that's
most suitable for serving rightful punishment to unfaithful slaves
like you" Almas bibi said, with a grin.
Every blow struck by my young mistress initiated from my toe, and
ended up in my brain, flashing in green and white sparkling lights.
When she was through smashing my toes to a pulp, I heard the revving
up of a machine. And then I saw through my semi-opened eyes, I saw my
Goddess Rabi holding am electric cutter in her delicate and soft
hands. Irum bibi stepped aside, looking excitedly at the cutter.
"This would be the last punishment from your possessors of life, on
account of your betrayal to your loving owners." Rabi bibi said in a
formal tone.
Well I didn't know that loving owners chopped their slaves' fingers
off. Anyways, Rabi bibi came close to me, intently switching the
cutter on and off to instill fear in me. She squatted down near my
feet.
"No bibi no please don't do this to your slave. I've declared you as
my creator, my goddess. Please have mercy on me. Please don't hurt
me." I pleaded, but in vain. She switched on the cutter once again,
and then I felt a thousand bees stinging long needles in my ankles.
Yes she had slashed my feet from my ankles.
"Aaaaaaaaargghh!" I shrieked in pain and lost my consciousness. When I
regained consciousness, I was surrounded by total darkness. Fear
gripped me. Was I dead? No, my pain told me that I wouldn't feel that
if I were dead. My legs were numb. But I was feeling pain in my limb
bones and muscles. I searched for my feet in darkness, but to my
horror, there were none. The spot that my feet were present at, there
was only a rough flesh there. Pain shot through my body when my
fingers touched my slashed feet-spot. I started to weep in sadness. I
was a cripple now. I was lower than a dog. And that only because of my
own foolishness. My foolishness to runaway from my goddess. She had
rightfully punished me. I was making up my mind to spend my remaining
life in her abject slavery and worshipping her. She REALLY had command
over my life and death, and what better time to acknowledge that fact
than right now. But I still couldn't fade the darkness inside my heart
that compelled me to cry. I kept on crying until I felt a little
sunlight around me. I concentrated and saw that I was shut in that
small storeroom compartment that had been my bondage place before as
well. After a while, I could also see my feetless legs. Tears rolled
down my cheeks.
It was past noon when someone opened my cell's door. It was Irum
bibi. Her green eyes stared at me. Then she gestured me to get out. I
painfully crawled out, literally like a worm. It seemed as if my only
wicked mentor in this household Sabeen bibi had poured some
disinfectant on my decapitated legs. Its strong odour was still around
me. This was her way of showing her concern for my hygiene. It was
really agonizing for me to crawl while my decapitated legs rubbed with
the hard floor. My flesh felt like it was on fire. I reached out to
Irum bibi. She sat on a nearby sofa. She was wearing grey sweatshirt
and pajamas.
She was holding a dog bowl in her fair hands. She put the bowl
between her feet. I hastened towards the bowl. I was very hungry at
that moment. There was milk in the bowl. I started lapping up the milk
like a dog. I heard Irum bibi giggling. Then she moved my head aside
with her left foot. Then she dipped her foot in my milk bowl, then
took her foot out, just above the bowl. She touched my lips lightly
with her foot. I was feeling embarrassed already, having to prostrate
in front of a child my own age. But by now, I was too afraid to defy
any orders by my superiors. So I started licking the milk from her
foot. I again heard her giggling. She repeated the same act a couple
of times with the same foot, then switched to her right foot until the
milk bowl was empty.
I heard the footsteps coming up from the stairs. Then I saw Rabi
bibi's pink feet. Her feet came close to me, and I reverently kissed
beneath her big toe.
"You'll attend Irum bibi during her afternoon nap if she wants
anything. I should not hear any complains from her. You'll have to be
attentive to her whim. You'll not move your attention away from her
for a second. As you know obviously, she can't hear nor speak. One
small mistake, and you wish you were never born." She hissed.
Irum bibi stood up from the sofa and advanced towards her room. I
followed her crawling on the floor, behind her cute pink soles. She
left the door open for me. I closed the door behind her. She lay down
on her bed and switched on the television. I lay down beside her bed,
facing the floor. But at that time I thought how I would know if she
wanted to order me something. So I crawled towards her feet and with
great difficulty got on all fours, so that I was able to look at least
towards her stomach level. Due to loss of my fingers, it was hard to
keep on all fours for long, but I tolerated patiently. I made sure not
to look in her eyes, due to embarrassment of being like a dog in front
of her, as well as for fear of punishment. She just watched the
television lazily. Then I heard some lewd and funny sound from the
television. I took a peek at the TV in a manner that she couldn't
notice me. I saw a naked man in the TV, lying on a bed. On top of her
dick was naked woman bouncing up and down. I had never seen such a
scene so my small dick responded promptly. I was erect. It was all too
shameful for me, so I moved my gaze away from the TV at once. But I
noticed that Irum bibi was watching the shameless scene with an
anxious face. After the scene had ended, she switched to another
channel. My penis was not erect anymore, but my heart was racing due
to that scene. After some time, I saw her leaving her bed. She came
towards me and grabbed my hair. She jerked my head backwards with
force, so I fell on my back. She crouched down and removed my shalwar.
I tried to resist, but she gestured me to stay silent by putting a
finger on her red lips. She removed her pajamas. I looked at her
pussy. Her slit looked very tight, just like my cousins in the
village, whose pussies I used to see when my aunt Saira Gul would
bathe them. Her pussy lips were pink in colour, and shiny. My dick got
erect at once. She noticed that and gave me a smile. Her green eyes
had deep passion. She slowly lowered herself on my dick. I started to
utter pleadings, but she was deaf. She was trying to re-enact the
scene that she had just seen for the first time, just like me. When
she tried to enter my dick in her tight pussy, she obviously felt
pain. But as her pussy touched the tip of my penis, I felt 1000
amperes current in my body. It was so soft, and delicate. She
whimpered in pain. I, on the other hand, was slowly slithered in
pleasures. She raised a little, as if to leave my dick and get off.
But I was lost in exquisite pleasures to end my first sexual encounter
so suddenly. So I put both of my fingerless arms on top of her thighs
and forced her to sit down again on my dick. She tried to break free,
and even being healthier looking than myself, she was no match for my
wild sexual nature at that time. So her pussy was once again entered
by my dick. She moaned loud, but couldn't scream as she was dumb. I
had become stubborn at that time, like my Mistresses. Now I understood
how they would've felt when they played cruel with my frail body. Wild
sensations started to swarm over my body and mind. I forced my dick
into her pussy by giving a forceful jerk to my dick. She whined in
pain and tears started rolling down her green eyes. A little blood
oozed out from her pussy, but I was too ignorant at that time to pay
heed to her whining. I felt strong tingling on the skin of my penis.
My dick went in and out of her tight pussy, as my hands bound her at
her position. Green lights flashed in my mind, due to exotic
sensations I was experiencing. I observed that she had now stopped
resisting, but had started bucking on top of me herself. Her painful
moans turned to sensual moans. She had closed her eyes, and had rolled
her head back in ecstasy. I left hold of her, but now she was riding
on top of me on her own will. I was moving my head from left to right
and vice versa, notwithstanding the electricity that ran through my
body. Her bucking became rhythmic. Now she put both of her hands on my
chest and started rubbing her hands on my nipples, while riding on my
dick steadily. She was rubbing her hands from my stomach to my
shoulders. Her moans had become loud now. Her slow bucking had turned
into fast paced bouncing. I was feeling a lot of tingling at the tip
of my penis. It felt like two soft hands were rubbing my dick inside
her pussy. My bucking hips bounced fast as well.
"Ahh ahh ahh" I moaned loud as I felt a powerful fluid shot out of my
dick inside Irum bibi's pussy. I felt like a big burden was let off
from my heart. Just after 2 seconds of my release, Irum bibi moaned
loud as well, then fell on my chest. My eyes were closed and I was
taking heavy breaths, so did Irum bibi. Then I was able to open my
eyes, and saw some blood and a white viscous fluid running down my
thighs. I had never seen such fluid before.
Irum bibi started to cry once again. Maybe her vaginal pain had
returned. She gradually got her pussy off my dick and kept on
whimpering while doing so. She then sat on my chest. Tears were
rolling down her green deep lake-like eyes.
Just at that moment, the door of the room burst open and I heard a
gasp. "You swine how dare you? Mom! Rabi! Sabeen! Come here, quick" I
heard Shehla bibi yell
(More to come in Part 5. As before, please let me know of any change
in story that you'd like.)