Chapter 19.
Life ho to ICY!

The PYTs were slowly waking up. Both were in their early twenties though no one actually knew exactly how old they were (and very frankly, nobody even cared!)

Their dressing sense differed quite a bit. While one wore a tight black skirt, a tight pink top and a matching hair-band, the other wore a plain white Punjabi, there had been a chunni but that had been removed while tying her up.

The girls had their hands tied behind their backs, and a loop went under the breasts bringing them up. Their feet were bound together as well. The footwear had been removed and the Bogeys watched as the toes wiggled as the PYTs gradually came to their senses. 

The one with the pink top was the first to open her eyes… And then they REALLY opened… 

“What the FUCK is GOING ON?” she demanded. 

Nana and Fang were both at the stage now. Neither of them said a word. 

“Answer me you FAGGOTS, what do you think you’re doing?”

No answer. 

“You BASTARDS! Answer me!” Then she looked at her counterpart and yelled to her: “Wake UP Amrita! Wake up you fucking moron!” Then she looked up startled. She had earned her first slap that evening.

“Never EVER speak to Amrita like that.” Fang said, “Now to answer your question: you are at the Bollywood Slave Academy. Tonight you and Ms. Rao will be inducted into the academy. Your training will begin in a few minutes. Do not try to escape, escape is impossible. Do not try to run, slavery is inevitable. Any attempt to escape will result in punishment. Do I make myself clear?”

“Fuck you Geek! Training! HA! Now release me and I won’t press charges!”

“Hmmm. You think this is a joke don’t you… Well, let me illustrate. Czech, get here!” 

Yana climbed onto the stage. Climbing was a tad difficult since she was on all fours, but she managed well enough. 

“You might recognize this big boobied slut as Yana Gupta. She was inducted today evening. She’s my personal slave at the BSA. Who am I Czech?”

“You ees Master, Sir”

“And who are you?”

“My name is Ya..” then she stopped remembering Diya’s punishment. “I ees Bouncing Czech!” she replied quickly 

“Good girl! So you see Ms. Sharma, Czech here learnt in a short while. I was hoping you’d too… but you don’t seem the type. Well, who cares? It’s all the more fun to train an impudent brat like you. I…”

“You guys must be pretty dumb to think I don’t see through your game,” Tara cut in, “Yana is a slut in any case. You guys probably paid her to play this sick role. Bollywood Slave Academy it seems… Puh-leese! Just free Amrita and me. Enough of this nonsense!”

Nana and Fang just smiled at her. This was going to be a tough nut to crack. The last firebrand they’d seen like her was Sushmita. SillyCones, as they called her, was now working in the kitchen cleaning up the plates and fixing cocktails. Her stay with Sanjay Narang had equipped her for the job. Narang had taken Sush on an extended lease. (Didn’t you always wonder what a babe like her was doing with a mutton-faced moron like him?)

“Why are you smiling, you NERDS? Free me or else I’ll scream!”

“Be our guest darling. Scream all you want! It’ll just make us more eager to FUCK you!”

Tara was a little startled at the answer, but decided to give it a try nonetheless. She screamed at the top of her voice:

“HELP! HELP!”

The loud screams finally woke up Amrita fully. She looked at Tara dazed and then said in her small voice: “What’s going on?”

“Oh dear, not a whole explanation again! You explain to her Nana!” Fang said.

“Ms. Rao, you’re now a guest of the Bollywood Slave Academy. Our business is to make slaves out of Bollywood actresses. You and Tara Sharma have been brought in today evening to be trained. You shall then be inducted into the BSA later tonight. We shall soon begin with Tara’s training. You will be watching it. After that we begin with you!”

Amrita said nothing; she just stared at Nana’s face. She was shit scared, and it showed! Then she looked Yana and her eyes grew even wider. Next she looked at Tara and when she heard her wailing she just made the slightest gesture of it being too noisy by screwing up her eyes.

“Yes, I’d agree.” Fang said, noticing Amrita, “Someone gag the noisy bitch! And where’s the Slave-Cross I ordered?”

Two employees of the BSA hurriedly gagged Tara and a ‘Slave-Cross’ was quickly brought onto the stage.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Set the bitch up!”

The Slave-Cross was an old BDSM device. It was a big wooden X with restraints on each of the arms. Tara’s hands were fixed to the upper arms, and her feet shackled to the lower limbs. Next, her thighs were strapped to the limbs, making the lower part of her body completely immobile. The upper part of her body was relatively free and as she struggled, her tits jiggled sending a wave of desire through the Bogeys. 

“You won’t be needing that skirt anymore!” said Nana, and he removed her skirt. The inner-wear was a surprise! Nice lacy (and immensely racy!) red panties covered the crotch!

“Somebody was expecting to get laid tonight, wasn’t she? Don’t worry dear; we’ll fulfill your expectations.”

Suddenly Tara didn’t feel so great about wearing her Victoria’s Secret that she’d ordered from London. Tara wore only foreign stuff, nothing even remotely Indian for her! “You know, back in England…” was her constant chime at parties. . . 

Nana then proceeded to the pink top. He grabbed it at the collar and then just ripped it open. The sound of the tearing top, combined with the revelation of the red bra made of silk gave each and every Bogey an instant boner. 

“Hmmm… nice titties!” Fang remarked. The boobs were truly perfectly sized, and the bra was one size too small, so it accentuated the parting between the twins. Fang then pulled Nana aside and whispered something into his ear. Nana gave a broad smile which further scared the shit out of Tara. Fang then whispered into Yana’s ear and she scampered off. She too had a grin on her face. Something was up, and Tara was more than sure she was not going to enjoy it. 

“Gentlemen, Fang has a few surprise ‘treats’ for our slave on the dock. Czech has just gone to get them. Till she comes back, let’s get acquainted with Ms. Sharma here.” He removed her gag.

“WHAT THE DICKENS do you FREAKS think you’re doing? This is illegal detention of a person. Release me damn it! I will report you guys to the cops! You can’t outrage my modesty like this!”

“First of all bitch; we haven’t outraged your modesty. We haven’t raped you. Not as yet. And after we’ve finished with you, you’ll be only too glad to sign a form saying you never were. But since you mentioned the police, take a look at the screen.

Gentlemen, we have a new scheme at BSA. All freebies from today onwards will be recorded and the videos will be available at a price. Of course, the DVDs will be only for rent and must be viewed at our premises. You can come here anytime and pick the DVD of your choice. Right now we’ll have a live telecast of the freebies going on. Please turn to your right.”

A projector and a screen had been put towards the right boundary of the open space. The lights dimmed somewhat and the screen came alive. 

A general murmur went around. “Jyotika, I think…” was the common phrase. The camera view was from the top. A slightly plump human form lay on the table. The girl’s arms and legs were tied wide apart. There was no one in the room at present. The camera view switched and now it was a shot between her legs. It was a sorry sight. The pubic hair was matted with semen and both the pussy and the asshole were wide open, gaping. The truly sick sight was to see trickles of cum flowing out from either hole. The view then moved to her face where the dental clamp had pulled Jyotika’s mouth cruelly open. She had fainted from the exhaustion and the kind staff at the BSA had decided not to wake her up just yet.

“That’s Jyotika for those who didn’t recognize her. Arrey Dhirubhai, kya kar rahe ho? Wait yaar, we have a new scheme for all our customers, and it’s free! When you feel the need to jerk off, you needn’t do it yourself. You may unnecessarily soil you clothes with cum. Instead we offer you a JerkPot. Ask a BSA steward for a JerkPot and he’ll provide you one. You can ask the JerkPot to entertain you either with her mouth or her hands. You can also tell her whether you want to ejaculate or not. If you do, they will drink it all up, so there’s no chance of a mess. Since this service is free, you cannot have sex with the girl. Incase you’re wondering who the JerkPots are, they are small time film extras, but they have been handpicked by our staff, and they’re paid well, so they’re very co-operative. Also, if you feel like continuing your session in a private room, then you can contact the payment desk, and they’ll arrange the rest for you. This of course would be a paid service.”

Dhirubhai immediately asked for a JerkPot, as did most of the Bogeys present. A line of pretty but cheaply sluttish looking women paraded in. They wore red loin cloths made up of translucent material and wore a yellow bustier made of the same material. They kneeled down in front of their clients and waited with bowed heads for orders. Soon some were sucking while others were giving a hand-job. 

“Now Ms. Sharma, here’s someone you might want to notice carefully. She also planned to complain against us to the police.” The camera had switched. All that could be seen from top was a swarm of men all around a marvelously figured woman who was tied in a similar fashion to Jyotika. But this one was conscious and her guttural screams were pitiable. The man who was between her legs wasn’t fucking her, he was fisting her ASS! As the camera zoomed in displayed her face, Tara was horrified! She’d recognize those green eyes anywhere! Especially since here they’d been taped open. The mouth had a dental clamp and now a man was cumming right into it! 

Fang saw Tara’s eyes wide open in fear. “Yes darling, that’s Aishwhoreya Rai. And if you don’t behave, you could end up like that too… Do you want to?”

“You WEASELS will NEVER make me do that!”

“Oh won’t we? Well, we’ll see… Ah, Czech is back.” Yana had returned holding an ice-bucket with her teeth. She laid it down at Fang’s feet. 

Fang open the bucket and pulled out an ice-candy. “Tara, ICE TRY KAROGE?” he guffawed. The Bogeys laughed too. Fang gently ran the candy around Tara’s cute belly-button. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tara screamed.

Fang said nothing. Nana took out another candy and ran it on Tara’s inner thighs. 

“STOP THAT YOU FREAKS!” Tara shouted. Both Fang and Nana ignored her completely. Tara’s body was hot from all the tension and the candy melted on contact. Rivulets flowed down Tara’s body. Fang then ran the candy over Tara’s bra. 

“You don’t seem to like ice-candy dear, but your nips sure do! Look how they’re peeping out.” Tara’s nipples had responded to the cold feeling. They stood out proud pushing themselves from behind the bra. Many of the JerkPots gagged as their masters forced their heads down on their cocks. Looking at a pointer-sis like Tara had made them horny as hell! 

“Time to free those boobies!” Tara’s bra was unhooked and thrown to the side. Tara’s twin wonders were the prettiest tits Fang had ever seen. They were perfect in size, neither too big like Yana’s nor too small like Riya’s .

“ASSHOLES! Give me my bra back!”

The only response she had was her panties being torn away. Both Fang and Nana gave a big smile. Tara’s bush had been trimmed into a heart shape. This babe was kinky, and how! 

“MOTHER-FUCKERS! You won’t get away with this!”

“The problem with you miss Sharma, is that you need to cool off. This should help.” Saying so, Fang thrust his ice candy into Tara’s pussy. Nana followed suit and loaded the pussy with his candy as well. 

“NOOOOOO!” Tara screamed. 

While Nana held the candies in her pussy twirling them around to increase her agony, Fang took out a piece of very white ice with a pair of ice-tongs. As the white chunk made its first contact with Tara’s nipple, she screamed her guts out:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” 

Fang paid no attention and applied it to her and applied it to her other nipple.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYGOOOODDDD!!!!” Tara shouted even louder! 

“Darling, this is called dry-ice. It’s solid carbon-dioxide. Dry ice is hell of a lot colder than normal ice. Touching it takes the moisture away from your body, making it bite your skin. If I apply this to your nipple for about a minute, you’ll get such severe frostbite that your nipple will have to be cut off! And now I’m going to apply it to your clit.”

“No please, noooo, please….” Tara seemed to have softened, “please, not my clit, no please, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEIIIIIIIIII!!!!”

The cross rocked as Tara shook violently. She shook her head from side to side, wailing.

“Liked the Fire n’ Ice effect slut?” Fang quipped, he knew it was her favorite hangout joint. “Answer me cunt, or I’ll shove this up your puss!” The danger was very real since the ice candies Nana was holding had already melted. 

“N N No” Tara stammered.

“Hmmm, do you want to me to make any more contacts with this?”

“NOOOO!” Tara’s eyes grew wide.

“Then will you obey orders?”

“Y Y Yes…” she managed to blurt out; her attention was clearly centered around her pussy which still felt like it was on fire.

“Good, then let’s begin with apologies. First, the first person whom you called names. Apologies to Amrita.”

It was clear Tara hated to apologize from the way she said “Sorry Amrita.” in an almost inaudible whisper. 

“What’s the matter? Apologizing to people not cool enough? Need some help?” Fang said as he brought the ice piece threateningly close to her pussy. 

“I’M SORRY AMRITA!” Tara shouted immediately. 

“Nope, she’s my new favorite since Hrithik bought Esha; you’re going to call her Princess Amrita. Now say sorry one more time.”

“Sorry Prrr-rr-in-cess Amrita… AAAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIII!”

“Hesitation means pain darling. You’ve got a big mouth when it comes to spewing venom, time to better your language. Now say it fluently!”

“I’m sorry Princess Amrita, I’m sorry!” 

“That’s like a good girl. Now I propose something for your creamy skin. Since you like icy soaps and would also like a creamy complexion, I think the next logical step would be ice-cream!”

Without much ado, Fang fished out a slab of vanilla ice-cream and started rubbing it all over Tara’s body. Now Tara began to rock the cross once again. “No! No! No!” she kept saying. Her nipples were like hard acorns now. Fang was careful to leave them uncovered, but everyone’s attention was now drawn towards the jet black heart above Tara’s pussy. With all the white ice-cream surrounding it, it stood out proud, proclaiming its sluttiness. Tara’s cries grew particularly loud as Nana stepped in to help, picking up a bar of chocolate ice-cream, and pulling her pussy lips apart, thrust it in and out of her pussy. 

When they were finished, Tara was sobbing. Her body was covered in white. The only parts uncovered were her nipples and her trimmed bush. Her pussy was a different matter though. It looked like a messy child’s mouth with chocolate smeared all over. 

“Hmmm… you look pretty Ms. Sharma… Pretty MESSY I mean! And you look tired…Your face is hung…eyes cast down. You’d make a pretty slave once you learn. But why am I still calling you by your name? Slaves don’t have names at the BSA… they just have Whorenames we call them by. Hmmm… what should we call you...? ” Fang wondered aloud. He thought for a minute and then said: “You know, you could be sweet if you wanted to, but you just choose to be not. And then you want to make me BARF! And yet, you’d be such a sweet slave… So I’ll give you a ‘sweet’ name. And since you have this kinky ‘Barf’ilee ice fetish, I think we’ll call you ‘Barfee’.” Saying so he wrote ‘B A R F E E’ in large letters on her ice cream covered body. 

“Gentlemen, we are going to be calling Ms. Sharma ‘Barfee’, like the sweet, from now onwards… Is that alright?” Nana asked.

His question was met with appreciative nods from the Bogeys. 

“Well that’s settled… now we’ll move to Princess…” Fang said. Amrita looked at him… very, VERY scared!

End of Chapter 19