Chapter 18
Anand Mela.

A bus had indeed pulled up into the drive way. Diya’s capture had been well timed to be in synch with the fortnightly BSA mela. This is where the BSA made most of its money. (You didn’t think the whole show ran free, did you?)

The BSA was a two tiered organization. The first (top) level was Nana, Fang and all the trainers, and all the slaves. The second level was members of the BSA. These were people from various walks of life. There were businessmen, actors, spiritual gurus and so on... The membership was exclusive and spread only by word of mouth.  Each member was called a ‘Bogey’. (The original word being ‘Bhogee’ meaning receiver, in Sanskrit, since the ‘favors’ were received. The word had been anglicized to suit the many foreign customers.). At times teaser previews were given to potential customers, today all the other actors who had witnessed Diya’s humiliation were such a group. They’d be asked to join the BSA before they could come for the mela. Till now no one had ever refused. Bogeys were bound by a strict code of secrecy. If anyone was found to be leaking information, the consequences would be quite dastardly for any female relative. But since all the Bogeys enjoyed their activity at the BSA so much, such an occasion seldom arose. It was such a set of Bogeys that had arrived by the bus. They were not allowed to bring their own cars, just incase they were tagged. 

The currency dealt with in the BSA was called ‘Rand’ quite obviously inspired by the currency in South Africa, but more loaded with meaning in this case. The exchange rate between normal currency and ‘Rands’ kept varying, there was an entire accounts department which dealt with this, keeping minute details. The Bogeys exchanged money for Rands, much like in a casino where you bought chips. The Rand were actual printed notes since some of the clients liked to shower their slave with these when she performed for them. Ah, you couldn’t get them to leave their dance-bar mindset.

What the Rand could buy, and how much, would vary. At every mela, the a/c dept. provided each slave with a rate card, depending upon the demand for her in the previous mela, and other factors like her current position in the industry, the relative demand for her over the intermediate two weeks, etc. The slave would present a prospective client with the card, and that’d tell him how many Rand it’d cost him for the ‘trick’ of his choice.  The range of ‘services’ varied from simple blowjobs to full-blown BDSM services. You were limited only by how much you could pay. Any BDSM session would have an overseer from the BSA to make sure the slaves didn’t face any permanent damage. Burning a slave, for example, was disallowed. This wasn’t so much for the slave as for the fact that it’d hamper future business. 

Tonight was a special Mela since an auction was planned. Auctions were a special occurrence. An auction was held only when something exceptional was going to be on show. The Bogeys saved up their Rand for these occasions. These auctions were special for a few more reasons. The majority of the Bogeys were rich Gujju businessmen and Arabs. These men had a penchant for showing off. Winning an auction was a mark of prestige. A Bogey could brag about winning an auction for weeks to come. 

The Bogeys were now seated in the garden adjoining the house. There were mostly men in the crowd, but there were a few ladies. Two of these were standing out. They were clearly nervous and wondering what all this was about. The producer who had brought them here had said it was going to be party, but somehow the wooden block placed on a large stage didn’t seem to suggest any such thing. They looked around. The only other person they recognized was Riya, but she seemed to be glued to a rather slimy looking middle aged man, ignoring their presence. She wasn’t saying anything and looked ravishing in a green polo-necked tight top and a short tight leather skirt, but she looked distinctly uncomfortable. And one of the PYTs thought she’d seen an iron collar below the neck of the top. And why was Riya dressed up as a pointer sister? They huddled together as if for safety. They looked around shiftily as the assumed their places beside the man who had invited them. 

The next moment they rose off their seats with a cry of surprise. A man had entered with a girl straddling him. On closer inspection they realized that her feet were bound behind the man’s back, and so were the hands! The man was holding the girl with his hands cupping her butts. Fang had entered in style. It’d served to shock those present. When they realized who it was impaled on the cock a spontaneous applause was generated. The only ones not clapping were the two PYTs. They were shell-shocked. 

“What…?” one of them begun to ask. Then she suddenly swooned and fell down. The same thing happened with the other. Vivek and another BSA assistant had crept behind them and had made them unconscious using chloroform. The knocked out beauties were then bound, picked up and left on the stage. 

The applause had died down and Fang was speaking. 

“Welcome dear Bogeys to our fortnightly mela. We promised you an auction today. But there won’t be just one. There will be a few more! The first begins now! Just let me place the item on the block! Czech, get Thorny free, legs first.” While Yana proceeded to do what she was told Fang continued: “There will be no services offered by Czech here. Not for this week at least. She has been assigned to me exclusively. If I get bored she’ll be available sooner. Right now let’s begin our bidding on this slutty tween. Her name is Shefali and she’s teased your cocks in the video of Kaanta Laga.” 

Shefali’s legs had been freed and then immediately clamped to two large clamps at the side of the block. Then her hands were freed and secured on the other side in similar clamps. She was stretched over the block with her tits mashed against the rough wood.   

“Shefali was a virgin till about an hour ago, “ Fang was saying, “well there’s no cherry anymore, that’s true,  but technically, she’s still not had her first fuck. She just wouldn’t let me!  My personal experience says that she has a super tight hole, a real cock-breaker. She hasn’t creamed at all, and so those of you who like a scraping dry fuck will thoroughly enjoy the screw. The ass has not been touched and as you see it’s very very tight!” Fang rotated the block of wood (which was on a revolving plate) and when Shefali’s ass faced the crowd, he pulled the butts apart to expose a tight pink hole. “The anal cherry is still unbroken. So men we have an auction for Shefali Jariwala’s pussy as well as her anus. The mouth is to be auctioned as well. We start at 500 Rand for the pussy and 600 for the ass, 100 Rand for the mouth. We begin with the pussy. Do I hear a bid?”

“600!”

“650!” 

“680!” 

“750!”

“Addee Sayee, I will give you 4000 for everything! Manne jaldi pack karke dei do!”

“I have a bid for 4000 rand from Mr. Makhija. I anyone willing to better that? Remember! One of these holes is fresh, and the other never used. We don’t know how many she’s taken in the mouth… so that comes at a smaller price. Do we have a higher bid?”

No one seemed to be willing. Shefali might be a hottie, but who knew what the next auction would be of? Might as well save cash. 

“Mr. Makhija, please make your payment at the door to the house. You have three hours allotted to you. Please find room number 202. Your slave will be reached there shortly. The time starts once she’s in the room. Incase you need restraints of any kind please ask for them at the payment desk. We wish you an enjoyable experience.”

Shefali was gruffly picked up by two men. Her struggling form was carried off thru another door into the house. 

“Czech clean-up the mess I have on my cock!” Fang ordered. Yana quickly got down to liking the bloody mess off Fang’s cock. Even while she was at it, Fang spoke: “The next item we have on show is an extremely horny lady. Gentlemen please welcome Anty. One of the latest additions to the BSA.” Shilpa was brought to the stage by Vivek. Her hands were pinned behind her back. She was struggling, but in this case it was purely lust that was driving her. She needed to fuck! Anything! Anyone! “Tell the men what you need Anty!” Fang urged.

“I NEED A FUCK! A HARD FUCK! SOMEBODY PLEASE FUCK ME!”

“That’ll be enough Anty. I’ve changed my mind. Anty will be ciruculated along with her rate card. Since she’s so horny, I’m sure she won’t mind even taking a dozen men tonight. Half-hour bookings can be made at the payment desk. The rate is the same whichever hole you want to use, since neither of them is fresh. Take her away. Nana will host the next auction.” saying so Fang stepped off the stage. 

Nana climbed onto the stage. “The next item has been our main focus of attention throughout the evening. Lateshbhai requested for her. She has been ‘trained’ only this evening, so bear with us if she disobeys. Daphne has been in-charge of her training. Daphne bring Pussy out!” 

The next moment most of the men had instant hard-ons. Karisma walked ahead, but behind was the thin and tall Diya on all fours. She had a rope around her neck, which Karish was dragging her by, and the humiliation was made complete with a large multicolored plume of feathers which was stuck up her ass. Diya had her head down as she crawled, which truly made her look like a classic sub. 

“Diya, remove the feathers and assume position!” Nana ordered. Diya meekly removed the feathers and then sat in a shitting position, on her haunches. She then reached out to her pussy and held her pussy lips apart, exposing her much abused hole. 

“That’s like a good girl. Now, tell us, what’s your name?”

“Diyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!” she screamed as Karish hit her behind with a riding crop that Nana had given her. 

“Simon says that’s the wrong answer… now let’s try again… what’s your name?”

“Pussy.” Then she looked at Karish with fear in her eyes, to see whether she was right at least on this occasion…

“Better. Now, who owns you?” 

Diya knew the answer to this one. In the inner room, Karish had made her learn all the answers by rote. She had been made to repeat them fifteen times. A wrong answer earned her a slap. Diya was a fast learner…especially under pressure! 

“All men.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a filthy, lowly slave. I have no personal desires. My only aim is to please my masters.” 

“Not bad at all! Now turn around and show us your ass which has been so thoroughly cleaned! Gentlemen, it might interest you to know that Pussy’s ass has been cleaned by giving her an enema. The hole was then fucked, but has been adequately cleaned by Scrunt.” Diya had now turned around and held her buttocks apart. This exposed the angry red hole. “This ass is seldom used and is still quite tight. Pussy also had her first deep-throat today morning, so her throat has been scraped clean as well. All in all I’d say she’s a very CLEAN girl. Lateshbhai had ordered for Pussy, but he’s lost a lot of money this week at the stock exchange. He doesn’t have the required amount of money that was agreed upon. So we are putting up Diya, as she was formerly known, up for auction. We will not be auctioning Pussy for today night. Instead bids are invited for the entire week. Diya will be dispatched along with you tonight and you may keep her for a week. We start the bidding at 20000 Rand. 

“22.5!”

“24!”

“FIFTY!” Everyone turned to see who had bid so high. It was Jackie. He still hadn’t given up. He had agreed to join the club gladly. He had Ash suck him to hardness but he still wanted to have a go at Diya. Now that he had a chance he had jumped at it. 

“So, do I hear a higher bid?” 

No one responded. “Remember men, it’s not just tonight… a whole week! A whole week to do just what you want. All of her appointments are cancelled for the week; she’s going to call in sick. So you can have her day and night!”

“Sixty!”

“Seventy!” Karish noticed Diya turning around to see who the bidder was. She pulled up Diya’s face to meet her eyes. “Never turn around to see who your master is. It makes no difference!” Saying so she caught Diya’s face in the scissor of her legs, and held it firmly. Diya could feel Karish’s hot thighs against her cheeks. She just hoped Karish wouldn’t whip her and she was glad Karish didn’t. 

“One lakh!” Jackie called. The other bidders went quiet. They were normally impressed by the amount of money that a winning bidder spent, but somehow on this occasion it was thought to be foolish. 

Since no one else was bidding Nana said : “Pussy is hereby sold!  Mr. Shroff shall have her for a week. Next week, on the same day, Pussy must return to this place at 9PM. Any additional days will be charged at 1/10th the price of auction, per day, subject to a maximum of five days. After this period our men will personally come to pick her up. Mr. Shroff, please wait in your car. Pussy will be packaged so that she does not escape during the travel. However looking after her for the next one week is your responsibility. In case of any kind of loss, a fresh girl must be substituted along with defaulting charges. So please make sure you don’t leave her unattended. Incase you intend to indulge in BDSM and other related activities, we will arrange for an overseer who will make sure you do not damage our property. We wish you a gala time! Daphne, please take Diya to the packaging room.”

Diya had already been warned of the consequences of disobeying. She had figured out that it was her lot to be dominated by these men, or else they’d post entire videos of the proceedings of early on that evening everywhere. She meekly obeyed. Karish stuck the plume in her butt once again as Diya went on all fours. Karish led her off the stage. Diya turned sick to see an overseer accompanying Jackie as he left the payment desk. This was going to be a long week. 

As the stage was cleared Nana spoke once more. “I see we have two pretty girls here, brought by HiteshBhai. He has asked for them to be trained. The audience can either wait for their training or go up to the house for entertainment. This week SexSea and Slippery will be giving freebies. They are in room number 401 and 402 respectively.”

Freebies sounded innocuous but it was one of the worst punishments at the BSA. A slave was forced to do a Freebie only when she had disobeyed severely or had not managed to reach her target at the end of the fortnight. (Each slave was given a target amount to be generated by the end of the fortnight. A margin of 20% was allowed, but anything lower invited a Freebie.) In a Freebie the girl was laid on the table and her hands tied apart to pegs on the wall, the same was done to her feet. A dentist’s clamp was inserted in the mouth to keep it open. The room was usually dark illuminated by one focusing lamp. Men who wanted a freebie were allowed into the room. Any number could enter and use any hole they wanted. No BDSM equipment was allowed but violating the slut by hand was allowed. The men who usually took a Freebie were whose who had run out of Rands. This made them rather frustrated and resulted in them being rough with the ‘Freed’ slut. Unless an overseer thought a slut would die, the men were not stopped. If she fainted, she was revived and the abuse continued. To be ‘Freed’ was every slave’s worst nightmare. Isha Kopikar who had been named SexSea after her song “Ishq Samundar” and Jyotika who had named after being noticed in a Hawaii Chappal (called Slipper in localese), had earned their “Freedom” this week. They lay on the tables, screaming, as the bankrupt Bogeys lined up to exploit them.  

“We will now be taking complaints. Are there any?” 

The man sitting beside Riya put his hand up. “No please master, don’t complain… please master, take me once more, I’ll be good, but please don’t complain! They’ll Free me master, please!” Riya begged. The man showed no response.

“Yes Mr. Aziz, what was the problem? Did Bimbo not treat you with ‘STYLE’?” Nana chuckled at his own joke. Aziz smiled as well, but then his face went stern as he spoke. “I had leased Bimbo for two days. She was to entertain my prospective customer. On the said night she insulted him about his size, and refused to have sex with him. I strongly object. The man does not have a “Wee Willie” as she called it.” Then he realized how stupid he’d been. Everyone could see thru the lie. There had been no customer at all. It was evident Riya must have said this about Aziz’s own member. He looked down sheepishly, but Nana spoke sternly. “That is indeed a very large transgression. I think it’s time to Free Riya!” The men in the audience almost jumped with joy! Every one had wanted a piece of Riya, but she was very steeply priced. A Freebie with Riya would be priceless!

But Fang had other plans. “Wait!” he said, “We’ve had a misbehaving slut today evening. She spoke of complaining against her masters to the police. Ashwhoreya deserves to be Freed as well!”

The Bogeys couldn’t believe their ears. The cockiest and most expensive sluts of BSA in a Freebie? There was going to be no business for BSA today. Everyone was going in for a Freebie. 

“But we’ll give our two sluts a fleeting chance. They will fight it out, and the loser will be Freed. Guards get the two bitches here. Daphne, get the two strap-ons that I have in my kit and get these bitches into stiletto heels.” 

The two beauties crawled towards the stage. “Stand up!” Fang ordered. The stiletto heels that were presented to them were ridiculously high. Both felt wobbly after wearing them. 

“You’d better win this Ashwhoreya, or else your ass chute is going to be so abused that you won’t be able to shit for a week!” Fang whispered in Ash’s ear. Then he went to Riya. “Win this or you’ll have an extra present from me after you’ve been Freed!” he whispered to her.

Karish had brought the Strap-ons. They weren’t quite as huge as the one she had used, but at 10 inches, they were long enough. At about 8 inches from the tip and all the way to the beginning was a black band that had sparkling particles on it. Ash and Riya were both strapped. They both looked down at the fake penis and wondered what the black bad was for. 

“That’s industrial grade sandpaper; my own special touch!” The girls winced, but the Bogeys shouted appreciatively. 

“Now for the rules. It’s simple. There are NO RULES! To win you must fuck the entire fake penis up your opponent’s ass. Mind you, not the pussy, only the ass. We need volunteers to oil the girls up. How ’bout you, Lateshbhai? Will you oil Ashwhoreya? And Mr. Sharma? Tel lagaoge?” The two men gladly agreed. Lateshbhai came close to Ash. He had so much oil in his hair, he could have just run his fingers thru it and oil her up, he didn’t really need the bottle of oil he had been given.

“Jhuk Randi!” he said. Ash bent over and exposed her ass. She shuddered as she felt Lateshbhai’s slimy fingers entering her ass. “You removed my protective swab!” Fang said, “You really deserve to be Freed!” Ash was afraid the match was off, but Fang didn’t say anything to the effect and she was glad! Sharma was a lot better and Riya was almost glad to be oiled by him. Sharma had some trouble oiling Riya’s ass since it hadn’t been used much, but the oil eased his entrance into her passage. The dildos were oiled next, and now stood proud in front of each girl, gleaming. Both the girls were lifted and placed on the platform.

“When I say go, begin. Gentlemen, we have Riya “Bimbo” Sen v/s Aishwarya “Whore” Rai. The winner is the first one to get up the others ass, all the way. The loser is going to be Freed! Let’s have some music!” 

‘Freedom’ by George Michael started blaring in the background. 

 One two three, GO! ” Fang shouted. 

Aish charged towards Riya. She couldn’t really charge, the stilettos wouldn’t allow her, she wobbled towards Riya quickly. Riya on the other hand was busy trying to unbuckle her heels. The left one was off, but the right one still on when Ash reached up to her. “I’ll set you Free, bitch!” the ice-queen yelled as she socked Riya’s face with her hand. Riya fell backwards. 

Ash tried to pin down Riya but as her head came close to Riya’s, Riya grabbed Ash’s head by the hair and slammed her own head against it. Ash saw stars for a second. At the same time Riya landed a punch in Ash’s ribs, knocking all the air out of her and sending her reeling backwards. 

Riya fumbled with the other shoe but by the time it was off Ash had regained her strength and was back for the attack. The shoe wasn’t entirely off, but Ash grabbed Riya’s lovely black hair in a bunch and pulled her head upwards. She slapped Riya hard enough to make her cheeks burn red. Riya couldn’t look down and couldn’t reach up to her feet to get the shoe off, so reached out for Ash’s nipples and pinched the little nubbins hard! Ash screamed and let go of the hair. Her hands reached out protectively towards her breasts. In the same instant Riya kicked of the right shoe and stood on her feet. 

Ash now realized the tremendous advantage her opponent had because of the absence of shoes. The stilettos were slowing down Ash tremendously. Riya ran all around her nimbly while Aish stumbled trying to maintain her balance. George Michael crooned:

“All we have to see, 
Is that I don’t belong to you, 
And you don’t belong to me…” 

Riya ran around Ash in circles, but was closing in on every circle. Ash was trying to dodge her. 

“Freedom, 
You’ve gotta give for what you take.”

Riya was a small distance away from Ash now. Ash swung her arm and landed her fist squarely on Riya’s jaw. Riya was down on her hands and knees and Ash immediately pounced on her like a lioness. “YES!” she shouted as she felt the dildo go in. She raised her arms in victory but Fang moved to have a closer look. 

“But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last” 
George Michael sang.

“Sorry babe, that’s not in her ass, that’s in her pussy. Now pull out and begin again!” Ash reluctantly pulled out. As soon as she was sufficiently outside, Riya jerked backwards and that made Ash lose her balance and fall on her back. Riya moved away from Ash.  The heels made it difficult for Ash to get up quickly. She turned around and got on all fours in an attempt to get up. The next second she shrieked! Riya had kicked Ash smack on her pussy, Ash went down immediately. 

Riya swooped down on her back. She made no mistake. She parted Ash’s ass cheeks and slammed in three inches of the dildo into Ash’s burning bunghole. Ash had managed to partially get up. Riya repeated Ash’s earlier maneuver of grabbing Ash’s hair, but this time she pulled Ash’s head backwards and used it to haul herself in another three inches. Ash tried to copy another of her opponent’s tactic and jerked backwards but realized to her horror that the trick had failed completely. She let out a sustained howl as she felt the skin being scraped off her ass chute. It was the sandpaper. She knew she had lost. Her asshole was ruined as well. 

“And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live”
The song had ended. 

“Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!” The Bogeys chanted. 

Riya began to pump, knowing that the sandpaper would cause Ash intense anguish. Ash had stopped hollering now, but she gave a painful grunt every time the dildo was slammed into her and pulled out scraping her already raw ass further. In addition to Ash’s humiliation, Riya was getting turned on by the ‘tickler’ which was a small piece of rubber attached on the inside of the strap-on to stimulate the clit of the fucker. 

“Unhh! Unhh!” Riya went.

“FREEZE!” Fang shouted. “Stop this goddamn orgy. Bogeys you can make a choice now. Either you can watch Bimbo get off while doing the Whore’s ass, or you can fuck the Whore yourselves. You have a choice.”

“WE wanna fuck! WE wanna fuck!” the Bogey’s shouted in unison. 

“Good! Bimbo, step off Ashwhoreya. Bogeys, you can meet our Freed slave in 403 in another 10 minutes. Whore, get your sorry ass to the room.”

Ash grabbed Fang’s thigh. She looked up at him with those lovely doe eyes, tears flowing freely, and begged. “Please master, don’t Free me. Do whatever, but please don’t Free me!” 

“You had your chance dearie, and you lost. Now suffer. Men, take this frigid piece of meat away!”

Ash wouldn’t go; two men had to carry her in. One grabbed her hair, and the other held her feet. She begged, pleaded, raved and ranted all the way into the house. Fang felt just the tiniest bit of pity for her. After today she wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week, and she had that festival called Cannes coming up…

“Ah! What perfect timing… I notice our Freshies are coming to… Wonderful! I invite those of you who are interested to stick on… This should be interesting…” Nana said. 

End of Chapter 18