Chapter 10
Fattie and Blowthis.

The guys were really horny now. They’d had raging hard-ons all through the evening, and would’ve loved to get some pussy, but looking at Mahdavan’s plight made them think twice. The looked at Nana expectantly. 

“What say guys? Should we let Pussy down?” Nana queried. 

They all nodded. Diya was slowly lowered, and the bonds removed. She had originally planned to make a dash for the door, only to discover that her legs were stiff. She sank to the floor in a heap. She had covered her face and was weeping softly. Nana was having none of this crap. “Let’s see how obedient you are! Strip, bitch!” he ordered.

Diya slowly removed the rubber-band bikini. She moaned slightly as the bands which had been eating into her breasts came off. Her breasts were flaming red, with criss-cross welts all over. Karish came and took the ‘clothes’ away. 

“Look at me Pussy!” Nana said as he held her chin and Diya to look at him straight in the eye. “I think you’re a lousy piece of meat that I am wasting my time with. Looking at you strip didn’t even interest my purple helmeted soldier. Look! He’s sleeping!” said Nana as he unzipped and let his flaccid member hang in front of Diya’s face. 

Diya gasped when she saw the size. Even when limp, it was huge. She could hardly imagine what it’d be like when erect. She was terrified when she understood the real implication of Nana’s sentence. She looked up at him with horror written all over her face.

“YES Dearie, you will prove your obedience by entertaining my soldier. And not with your hands, with your MOUTH!”

He knew Diya had never given a blowjob out of her free will, and out of bondage. The only time she had been forced to, was when she had lost her virginity. “Do it girl, or it’s a life of pain!” he said menacingly. Diya seemed undecided. Nana caught her hair in a bunch, turned her face towards him and slapped her hard! Before she could recover, he had slapped her again. “Open up bitch! Open up!” Diya opened her mouth to protest. Seizing the moment, Nana pushed his by now semi-rigid meat into her mouth. Diya tried to fight back, but realized to her horror that Karish had pinned her hands behind her back. Nana now held her hair in one hand and the other hand was under her chin. (Whatever little bit of chin she had!). He was now drawing her face close to his body and driving his cock into her mouth. Slowly but surely, Nana’s manhood was growing, and finding no place in the mouth, it was creeping down Diya’s throat. Diya couldn’t breathe. She was gasping for breath. Her mouth was already full, and now her throat seemed to join it. Nana was still forcing more and more of his cock in. He wanted her to take him in till the stem of his member. Finally he managed to get all of it in. The cock was so deep into her throat that Diya seemed to have an Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in her throat, when viewed from the side. Diya was seeing stars now. Then she suddenly felt burning jism flow down her throat. Nana’s cock was rapidly shrinking, but Diya was choking on the thick wads of cum which seemed to fill the entire passage from her mouth to her throat. She tried to spit it out. This immediately resulted in her being slapped hard.

“Eat it Pussy! It’s full of protein! Eat it!”

Diya who was already choking simply obeyed. She swallowed all of it down, but it left a bitter after-taste in her mouth. She wondered why anybody called it “Sweet-Cum”! It tasted horrid! She was sure she had missed nothing by refusing Vivek oral-sex for so many years. She had not liked it the first time, not liked it this time, and she was sure she never wanted to try it again either.

“Never deny anything your masters feed you! They know what’s best for you! Do you understand, you stupid whore?”

Diya was too weak to answer. A sharp twist of her nipple made her cry out. SRK was staring at her. 

“S-S-Sahi mal hai! Let’s do her, please Nana! My cock can’t hold out anymore!” Sharukh stammered. 

“I’m sure all the other guys want to as well! We’ll play a little game. Remember when we were in school, we played a game called ‘Kitty Kitty Coming’? We’ll play a little modification of the game, we’ll call it ‘Pussy Pussy Cumming’!”

Everyone shouted their approval, but Jackie was bewildered. He was from the old generation and didn’t know what this game was all about. “How does one play this game?” he asked.

“It’s really simple. Pussy will be bent over the table here, with her ass up in the air. You will come running undressed, and try to get your shaft into one of the two holes. If you succeed, you can screw the hole till you deposit your seed there. If you don’t, then, well, you’ve lost! You can then fuck Fattie, or any other slut you like from here, except Daphne. Daphne will entertain me.”

Everyone was wondering who Fattie was. Most thought it was another name for the Cow, so they were surprised when Nana asked Scrunt to fetch Fattie. 

In the mean time he ordered Diya to be ‘arranged’ on the table. She was to be strapped down. Nana didn’t want anymore resistance from Pussy. Diya was secured to the table. Two straps pulled her hands up to the far end of the table. Wide leather straps crossed her back and pinned her down to the table. Her legs and rest of the body were at right angles to each other, her torso flat out on the table. Nana decided to have some mercy on her and dripped a little oil into her crack. This’d serve as a lubricant. He’d have let her go dry, but her butt had saved her. Nana had fallen in love with the cute behind. He rubbed oil on the ass-cheeks. They glowed in the lights. 

‘Fattie’ had now entered. She was wearing knee-high black leather bitch boots, her nails were painted black, and she had a gaudy colored lip-stick. It was easy to see why Nana called her Fattie. She wasn’t grossly overweight, but she had baby-fat. She had a white rotund behind, and she was a little plump too. None of this made her look ugly, but more like a nubile nymphet. She looked like a school girl who’d suddenly discovered her body and was still a little shy of the pleasures it could bring.

She walked up to Nana. He patted her behind. “How’s it going Snowy Bottoms?” he asked. “Wanna introduce yourself?” 

“I am Esha. At the BSA I’m called ‘Fattie’” Esha spoke. 

“A little more detail darling, perhaps a little about how you came here?” Nana suggested. He was squeezing her behind now, causing her to shuffle uneasily. 

“I was brought here for training when I refused to fuck a particular producer. Master abducted me and my mom, and trained us both in the fine art of loving men.”

“And what kind of training did you receive?” Nana probed. He was squeezing her over-sized tits now.

“My mom was trained to be loyal to my father and never disobey anything that he says” she replied tersely.

She winced as her butts were pulled apart savagely by Nana. “Answer to the point Doll! You know I’m fond of you, but that doesn’t mean you can misbehave. Answer: What are YOU trained to do?” 

“I am trained to be a specialist trollop. Master thought that my attitude suited a teeny-whore. I am trained to please main in whichever way they want. I can be whoever they want me to be. My sole aim in life is to make sure that customers come back for business. My client’s pleasure is my soul satisfaction. I do either sex and no orifice on my body is out of bounds.” 

“You’ll go far Baby-Fat, you’ll go Far.” smiled Nana. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let the game begin! Remember, the ass is the tighter hole. We want to make her scream. The louder she yells the better! Who’s going first?”

SRK volunteered. To taunt Diya he stripped and wiped all his pre-cum on Diya’s face, even as she struggled to not let him. He then left his smelly underwear under her nose. He went about twenty steps behind Diya. His manhood stood nine inches proud, jutting in front of him. At Nana’s signal he ran like a mad bull towards Diya.

 End of Chapter 10
WARNING: This is a story and so all the situations are fictional. The author does not condone non-consensual sex. Trying the stuff written in this story can land you in very very major trouble. The author is not responsible for your behaviour AFTER reading this story. (He wasn't even responsible BEFORE you read this story, so there!)