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Slave to the Merciless
Part 7
(By Pakislave)
I got out of the bathtub with great difficulty. I couldn't remember
the last time when I had a sober meal. My world had changed in the last
two or three days so much so that I had forgotten my own name and
identity. I was in another realm, a dark realm of cruel rich people.
These people had no fear of God or law. They seemed as if they were
their own law and the creators of destiny written for their poor
servants.
I crawled towards the corner of the washroom where chemical phenyl was
placed. Meanwhile, I could hear Rabi bibi easing out her excretion in
the toilet bowl. She was reading a magazine while sitting on the
commode. She eventually looked at my pathetic body while I could feel
that she was smiling at my disgraceful condition. Maybe she had some
feel of satisfaction at being the possessor of a human life. I grabbed
the detergent bottle between my wrists and crawled towards the bathtub.
After washing the bathtub with water, phenyl and detergent thoroughly,
I placed the material on their respective places.
"C'mon swine and rest your head at my feet," Rabi bibi said in a
voice filled with authority. I crawled towards the commode, and put my
head between her slippers. It felt so nauseating, resting my head in
front of the commode, at the feet of a person who's excreting. Rabi
bibi took her majestic feet out of the slippers and rested them on my
head. I could hear plopping sounds coming out of the commode, and tears
kept running down my cheeks in disgust. When she was done, she put her
feet in slippers again and stood up, one foot on top of my head,
forcefully. I knew that she hadn't washed herself, so another shiver
of disgust for what was to follow ran inside me.
"Hey ghulam, raise your head and lick my pussy clean," she hissed.
I raised my head by pushing my wrists down, and barely reached her
pussy that she had lowered. 2 or 3 drops of her piss fell on my head. I
thrust my tongue out and started licking her pussy clean, as I had done
before. She looked straight at my face in triumph. Her pussy tasted
bitter.
"Now comes the good part, ghulam. I see that you haven't had a
decent meal for a while now. But I am not that heartless as you think.
I'll share with you exactly what I had for meal. You can call it
'processed meal' as well," she said in a funny manner, as if
sharing a great joke. With that, she moved around and presented her
round and pretty ass towards me. It was smeared with shit.
"C'mon, do a good job like you did at cleaning my pussy. After all,
who's so generous nowadays to give such fine supper to his
servants?" she laughingly said. I fell on the floor with a thud, just
by having an idea of eating her shit. But she started to talk in a
threatening tone.
"Looks like you have a short memory, pig. You forgot how I made you
lick my ass last night. But today, it would come with real harsh
punishments. C'mon, start licking like a loyal dog." She screamed.
I tried to gather up my guts to start my task, but one sight of her
ass inhibited my task once again. I wanted to obey her order but
didn't know where to find courage for such a degrading job.
"Hmm, you're the most stubborn slave I've ever seen. But don't
regard this as a compliment. Your stubbornness would push you into
further limits of torture," she threatened. She used a tissue to
clean her ass and threw away the soiled tissue on my head. I carefully
picked up the tissue with my wrists and threw it in the commode and was
about to flush down the filth when she stopped me by saying "don't
you dare!". I froze at her words. She went into her bedroom and
returned shortly with those dreadful handcuffs that had forced me to do
such a degrading task of being smothered under my Goddess's ass. She
handcuffed my wrists and then dragged me a bit towards the commode
bowl. There, she locked the other ends of handcuffs with the flush pipe
present at the rear of commode. This way, I was forced to sit in a
crouched position while my face hung in the toilet bowl full of her
excretion, and my young hands painfully stretched towards the rear of
the commode.
"Hmmm...that's more like it. You had defied my orders of cleaning
my ass. Now you'll stay here all day long, looking and feeling my
shit so closely. Have fun!" she taunted.
I had already begun drowsy at the look of that crap. The odour filled
my nostrils and I felt like my head would explode. And her order
regarding staying for the whole day got me trembling. She exited the
toilet saying "Hahaha!" aloud. The odour was so strong that even
when I had closed my eyes, the smell sent images of the filth that was
just inches from my face.
It must've been 2 or 3 hours and I was semi-conscious when I awoke.
My eyes opened to see a swollen pussy just centimeters from my face. I
forced my head up when I heard Sabeen bibi's voice, "Don't dare
looking at your betters when they're pissing in your face." I kept
my head down and spurts of piss started thrusting out of her pussy. She
was sitting on my stretched out arms and that was painful as well,
other than the mental torture of the pissing being done, most of which
dropped on my arms and face. Once again, fresh smell of piss entered my
nostrils. A lot of drops of piss came directly over my face as my face
hung in the commode. Sabeen bibi gleefully emitted sounds of a relaxing
"Ummmm" while she pissed. Her piss didn't end before 13 or 14
seconds. When she was through, she leaned forward and cleaned her pussy
by rubbing it on my hair. I had no choice but to keep my head down in
shame.
"Dog! Won't you clean my pussy like you did for Rabi bibi? After
all, I'm the one who cares for you the most." She said, if
reminding me of big favours that she had done to me. As I was already
broken, I had no qualms in licking her pussy clean. After all, I was
their dog now. I licked her pussy clean of piss, while tasting the
bitter taste of piss drops present on her pussy and pubic hair. Then
she ordered me to do a weird act.
"Chew my pubic hair lightly!" she ordered. I started munching on
her thick bush lightly and gently. Once when I had mistakenly chewed a
little harder, I felt her punch landing rapidly on my head. "Lightly,
I said, you shithead", she cried angrily. My sense of disgust was
getting lost while performing these lowly tasks that even real slaves
would've never done.
Sabeen bibi stretched her legs a little more, and I could understand
that she was enjoying the scratching of her bush with my teeth. Her
bush was really thick, seemed like she seldom shaved it. When half an
hour had passed while I continued to chew her bush, she said,
"Enough, dog!". Then she asked, "Why didn't you obey Rabi
bibi's order of cleaning her ass? You're in deep trouble now. She
has plans for your training tonight. And I promise, tonight you'll
beg to lick our asses clean and eat our shit yourself. Just don't
make it hard for yourself." I started trembling at the thought of
getting harsher treatment than before. Sabeen bibi stood up as if she
had said nothing unusual and crossed over my head and left, while I was
left with the sight of disgusting shit once again. Just after Sabeen
bibi had left, came Shehla bibi. It looked like every one of my
Goddesses wanted me to taste their excretion. She sat on the commode,
again her pussy inches from my face. But her pussy looked like it was
shaved 2 or 3 days before, with cute pubic hair sprouting out. She
ordered me to kiss her pussy passionately before she pissed. I leaned
forward and placed a gentle kiss on her tight pussy. As soon as I
kissed her pussy, she started pissing, resulting in her piss getting
into my mouth, eyes and nose. When my face jerked back in shock, her
pissing stopped.
"C'mon piss drinker. I can't hold my piss longer. C'mon wimp,
drink it!" she screamed at her last sentence and started twisting my
ears very roughly. I complied with her orders and sucked on to her
pussy like a loyal dog. As my mouth clung fast to her pussy, we became
a single body. Her lowest part joining my most sacred part. Then I
understood my destiny and status in this world. I was nothing more than
a piss-drinker, a trash item for my wicked masters. Her piss flowed
freely in my mouth, while I tried to gulp down the bitter-acrid
smelling liquid down my throat. Her flow didn't seem to cease, and I
had problem gulping down the steady stream of her piss. Nevertheless, I
tried my best, from my own willpower, to please my owner. I had even
tried to comply with Rabi bibi's order of cleaning her ass, but as a
natural instinct, didn't find courage to do so. But she took this as
a sign of my surviving rebellion, which was not true. When Shehla bibi
was through her pissing, her next order was to lick her pubic triangle
like a good dog, lapping greedily at his master's feet. I started the
chore, feeling no disgust now as I had become used to it. But one thing
that kept on troubling me was the sharpness of her tiny pubic hair,
that wounded my tongue. It wouldn't have created problems if she had
shaved her pussy right then, but she had shaved it 2 or 3 days before,
and now small sprouts of her pubic hair had appeared that were quite
sharp. But I kept on pleasing my wicked mistress. I could hear her
breathing heavily in ecstasy. She had nothing to do with my problems,
just her pleasure meant everything. Naturally, I was meant to please
her, and my own discomforts meant nothing to anyone. After 10 minutes
of cruel licking, she commanded me to insert my tongue in her pussy and
bring her to climax. I obeyed her fresh order. But her pussy was
tighter than her sisters'. I lapped at her pussy from top to bottom,
as I had gained such expertise in these few days that a little mistake
could cause hell for me. So I wanted to enter her pussy gently.
As I entered her pussy, her heavy breathes turned into passionate
moans. She started leaning forward and backward rhythmically in
pleasure. She clenched my dirty hair full of piss fast in her hands and
started thrusting my face forcefully in and out of her pink flesh. She
raised both of her legs and placed her right leg on the adjoining
bathtub, and left leg on the pillar next to the commode. This way, my
mouth had a clearer way of pleasing my Mistress' pussy.
"Lick...lick...more....more....fuck my pussy with your worthless
tongue, you little piece of shit....force your tongue in your
Goddess' pussy...it's your heaven.....you're in your goddess'
heaven....c'mon faster," shrieked Shehla bibi in a lewd manner.
I did as ordered and increased my pace. I felt like Shehla bibi is
going to ram my head inside her pussy out of ecstasy. There I was, a
young kid with a small heart full of fear, doing the job I wouldn't
have imagined even if I were an adult, bound like a dog on the commode,
forced to lick the most disgusting part of my shameless owners.
Suddenly my merciless mistress gripped my head tight between her
thighs and shuddered. Then some fluid started flowing out of her pussy,
getting directly into my mouth as it was secured fast with her pussy.
"Drink, slave boy, drink. You don't know whether you'll have the
honour of drinking such fine fluid afterwards or not, before your
death. Now lick me clean, and lie down on the floor," exclaimed
Shehla bibi. I hurriedly licked her pussy clean of her sticky fluid and
then nudged myself a little to show my mistress that I was handcuffed
so I couldn't get on the floor. She took the handcuffs' keys and
unlocked my wrists. I complied with her orders and got on the floor on
my back. She put a rubber pipe on the tap and turned on the water. But
strangely, she put her foot on my face hard, as my face was pinned
beneath her delicate foot. I was soon to learn for the reason of doing
so. As the first stream of water hit me, I screamed in pain. She had
intently turned on the boiling hot water and had pinned me under her
cruel foot that I couldn't get out of her range. My body convulsed in
burning sensation. It was unbearable for me to remain under that water
even for a second, let alone the 30 seconds for which she tormented my
body for her own cruel pleasures. When she had washed me thoroughly,
targeting especially on my genitals, she raised her foot and brought it
down again on my chest with a thud. I was sensible enough to keep my
eyes closed, as the next second that hot boiling water hit my face
straightly. I tried to move my heads sideways to protect myself but in
vain.
My screams of pain fell on deaf ears. It just enhanced my mistress'
enjoyment. Then I could hear Shireen bibi enter the bathroom and then
she said in her usual menacing manner, "hmm...nice thinking, darling!
He must've got so filthy being dipped in shit and pussies. The
boiling water would kill his germs fast. After you're free, send him
over to me. My feet need some tongue-massaging. And don't forget to
sterilize this pest properly. He might transfer his germs on to my
feet."
Great! So my life was nothing in their eyes but just a host for germs.
The unbearable pain meant nothing to my mistress but her concern for
her feet was killing her. She was talking like I really was an insect.
And by now, to say frankly, I had started to think that I actually was
a germ, compared to my mistresses. I could've never devised such
brutal ways of torturing a child in a century that they did in split
seconds. It was like their only mission and task in life was to torture
their helpless slaves......
(To be continued)
P.S. Please give me suggestions to improve this story. Awaiting
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