Chapter 21
Delicacy and the Lordess of the Rings…

As the trunk opened, the one who screamed loudest wasn’t the girl now being pulled out roughly, but Esha. Hrithik who had been fondling her breast for some time now, had suddenly twisted her nipples hard. He looked hard to confirm whom he saw. 

His delicate wife was now being carried to the stage by two men. Her hands were bound behind her back with rope and her mouth was taped over by duct-tape. The men left her on the stage, lying at a surprised Amrita’s feet. 

“I like to handle slaves one at a time. Guards! Take Princess away to the slave quarters. Ask some of the Jerkpots to clean her up, and she can have one of their dresses for the present. Since she’s a Model, her training will have to differ. We’ll decide on that tomorrow.” Fang ordered. Then turning to Amrita, he told her quietly: “Obey all men. Do whatever they tell you and they won’t hurt you. Act funny and you’ll get a Schocker. And then I’ll make you do things you haven’t imagined in your worst nightmares. We have a motto for our girls here. I want you to repeat it. It’s your mantra of safety. Now begin: Behave and be well… Say it Princess!”

“Behave and be well…” Amrita repeated in a small childlike voice. 

“Screw around and rot in hell!” 

Amrita looked at Fang aghast. She didn’t like the sound of that at all! But not wanting to experience ‘hell’ she repeated quickly: “Screw around and rot in hell!” 

“Very good! Take her away men!” 

Amrita began to follow the men. “On all fours like a Doggie, Princess!” Fang reminded her. She immediately fell on her knees and followed the men. The now led her away from the house. She was being led to the ‘RandiGarh’ part of the estate. And indeed it was built like a fortress. No one could get in or exit the place except with a swipe card and a thumb-scan. The building was surrounded by an electrified fence. 

The building itself was pretty huge. Two storeyed, the ground floor was divided into sections. One section housed the R&D dept. Another towards the east housed the permanent trainers. Adjacent to that were the training rooms where new slaves were broken and old ones taught manners if they stepped the line. This was the most feared part of RandiGarh. The girls trembled whenever they heard it mentioned. 

There was a hospital wing, where broken toys were mended. Aditi was in charge of this, but there were plenty of eager young male doctors under her supervision, who performed their duties with great zest. Their perks included a free night with the star of their choice, and so they worked hard for getting a good appraisal. (You see, the BSA was so very merit-oriented!). They came up with ingenious solutions to medical problems, and occasionally diabolical torture methods. The medicos were the best paid employees of the BSA, after the trainers.

Miscellaneous other divisions filled the rest of the ground floor, including a milking room (Which Cow visited thrice a week) and the recently added mini-theatre, which was used to screen old tapes on an ultra big screen. 

The theatre was fast becoming the most popular part of the Randigarh. The Bogeys seemed to love a close-up shot of a pussy being screwed, magnified thousands of times. They paid good Rand for entry to the theatre. So far the top grossing film had been an Ash-Vivek (Oberoi)-Salman starrer called “Hum le, de chuke sanam” which featured a full 20 minute rape seen of Ashwhoreya. It had been filmed to look like candid camera, but Aishwarya had known she was being filmed. What she hadn’t known was that Salman was going to join the festivities. She, on her own accord, had called Vivek for the little one on one, expecting it to help her in the race for being a ‘Model’. Oberoi, not being so sure whether he’d be able to handle Ashwhoreya alone, had invited Salman. It was that night that the legendary rivalry between the two began. Big and burly, Salman had barged in on them gently petting, pushed Vivek aside and screwed a surprised Ash so hard that she begged Vivek to get him off her. Vivek tried, but was swatted aside like a tiny fly, and sat moping in the corner as his lady love was violated time and again. Salman then forced him to join in and Ash had her first double penetration experience. Then Salman left, leaving sloppy seconds for Vivek. Weeks later, they were told about the existence of the tape by Ash. Vivek was able to weasel the address of the BSA out of Ash, but he only taunted Salman about its existence. Salman tried 41 times, to get it out of Vivek. But Vivek remained unbending. (Though, why he did not put off his mobile, the author can only guess!) 

The upper-storey was where all the girls were housed. They slept in one large dormitory. Next morning they were dropped off home or if they wished, near some disc or the other, which the BSA had on its ‘pay’-roll. They entered thru the rear door, and exited from the front. Scribes assumed that it was the all-night party that made them look so tired…

But we digress. Right now all eyes were on the pretty packet that lay on the stage struggling. The skin was very fair, very pale: almost translucent. The arms were delicate and excruciatingly thin. But the breasts stood like two balloons on a bony frame, and the ass was deliciously rounded. She was wearing a white tight cotton pant and a coffee-colored tight top that made her breasts prominent. Her hair was shimmering, and yet very thin. This was Suzanne Roshan-Khan: A most fragile beauty. One that should have come stamped from heaven: “Handle with care”. 

Hrithik had hurried to the stage with Esha in the tow. As he proceeded to climb the stage, Fang put up his hand and stopped him. “You sold her to us, remember? You’ve lost control. Step back with the other men.” Hrithik stepped back reluctantly. As if to make him feel worse, Suzanne turned her head towards him and gave him a bewildered look. Then her eyes fell on Esha, and the fact that her husband’s hands were now on the girl’s butt. With even more shock she realized that Esha was written all over, and it was her Hrithik’s handwriting!

As Suzanne’s eyes fell a second time on where his hands were, Hrithik quickly moved them aside. Nana tore the tape off her mouth.

“Duggu!” she screamed. Hrithik could bear it no longer. He was already regretting his choice. He loved his wife dearly and to see her in such penury was heartbreaking. He was a strong man in his own right, and though the guards tried to prevent him from coming to the stage he managed to push past them and came near the stage, where the love of his life lay. 

The guards had now drawn weapons, but Fang motioned them to back off. 

Hrithik was now caressing his wife’s face, running his hands through her hair. 

“Duggu,” Suzanne weeped, “Duggu, what’s going on? Who are these men? My hands ache, Duggu, take me away please!” 

Hrithik looked up at Fang. “I’ve changed my mind.” He said. 

“Really? What’d you do with the old one?” Nana chuckled. Fang gave a wry grin. 

“I’m serious for goodness sake. Take back BabyFat. I don’t want her. I want Suzanne. The deals off! I’m taking her home!” 

He suddenly felt a gun at the side of his head. “I’d be careful Mr. Roshan.” Fang said slowly. “We won’t shoot a bullet through your head, but it’s a very strong tranquilizer. One shot and you’ll be out for at least twelve hours. As you have seen… we can achieve much in a very short period. By the time you’re up again, your wife will have been so abused that even you’ll refuse to take her back. She’ll be used by so many people she’ll lose count. That’s if she doesn’t lose her mind first. We can be very harsh if we wish to… Don’t fuck with me Hrithik. A deal is a deal. Nothing personal… Just business.” 

Hrithik looked at Fang with fire in his eyes. Those piercing eyes had never failed to intimidate. But now he had met his match. Fang stared right back. A battle of nerves was on, and it didn’t seem either would give up. But at last Hrithik said quietly: “There must be something I can do…” 

Fang waved aside the gun. “See… you bought one of our slaves. Now you want to sell her back. But why would we want to buy something that has only depreciated in value? If you can come up with some way of making BabyFat more valuable, then we may consider buying her back. But that better be something major, because we’d so like to have your wife join our little club. She’s been on our club’s wish-list ever since you two got married. Now we have her, and we won’t sell her off so easily. So make it quick. I’ll give you two minutes to come up with something that’ll make increase BabyFat’s worth. If you can’t at the end of that time, then Suzanne is ours. Mind you, I’m still not saying we’ll buy Fattie back. We just may… it all depends on your creativity. Your time starts now!” 

Hrithik was back now to his school days where he’d be asked to solve a problem and never be able to do it in time. He racked his brains. All evening he had been creative, but now, when it was needed most, he seemed to be completely blank. 

‘30 down’ Nana counted.

Hrithik put his hands to his head, physically pressed it, as if that would generate a new idea. He realized it only made his head ache, and stopped doing it.

‘A minute’ Fang said.

Hrithik was now desperate. He tried to think of all the heroines he had seen, of all the novels he had read. Of all the porn he had seen… but nothing came to his mind. 

“You have thirty left…” Nana said. All the Bogeys were now excited. They always loved a challenge. As long as they were not at its receiving end!

Hrithik looked at his wife. She was pretty but not very bright. She still hadn’t quite caught on… He ran his hand thru her hair trying to comfort her, or was his comforting himself? 

“Ten, nine…” the count down had begun. Then suddenly something gleamed beneath Suzanne’s hair, under the garishly bright stage lights. He suddenly yelled: “I have it! I have it! I know what to do!”

“Saved her in the nick of time… one more second and her nick was mine!” Fang chimed. He was feeling rather poetic this evening. “So Mr. Roshan, what’s your BIG idea?” 

“Rings! Rings!” Hrithik said, obviously delighted. 

“I don’t see a telephone around here… do you? Mr. Roshan? Please articulate yourself.” 

“I’m going to give BabyFat these rings!” Hrithik said. Then uncovering Suzanne’s ear, he exposed a shiny white platinum loop she wore as an ear-ring. 

“I don’t find them particularly attractive… and as for their cost… I could buy a dozen of those off you right now!” Nana said. 

“No, you don’t understand… She won’t wear them in her ears! She’ll wear them on her chest! Embedded in her nipples!” Hrithik said excitedly. 

Esha stood rooted to the spot, her mouth open, aghast. Surely they wouldn’t agree to that! But Fang had a broad smile on his face. “Hmmm… maybe you _should_ be kept here as a trainer! What a lovely idea! I was thinking about getting Fattie some jewelry myself. But this once it’ll be permanent. No threat of losing them! Fattie get your fat butt here!” 

But Esha wouldn’t move. For once she decided that no matter what the consequences, she was going to fight this. As the guards surrounded her, she fought like a wild-cat. But no matter how much of Dharmendra’s blood she had in her, she couldn’t fight four huge men. Eventually they over powered her and carried her onto the stage. On Nana’s instructions, she was attached to the Slave Cross which was still on the stage. The other slaves watched in glee as her initial foul-worded screams were now changed into doleful pleading. The girls had developed a strong bond amongst themselves, but Esha had never been part of the clique. Esha had always been very individualistic, and besides, she was Nana’s favorite. And the boss’ fave couldn’t be the proletariat’s friend could she? Riya and Karish had wicked grins on their faces. Yana, on fours beside them also giggled seeing them laugh. She had to always follow the crowd. Aditi, being a mother and a doctor was more considerate, but she had to admit, she didn’t have any particular love for Esha either. She stood with a stoic passive face.

While Esha was being set up, a doctor had been summoned from Randigarh. Dressed in white overalls he seemed distinctly overdressed compared to the other people around. He made a little bow to Aditi and then proceeded to pinch her buttocks. Aditi could of course not react except to give him an intensely disapproving look. Seeing this he pinched her again, only harder, and didn’t let go till he heard a small yelp escape from her mouth. Then he patted her burning bottom which had turned a deep red and proceeded onto the stage. 

“Ah! You come at last. You know what to do dude?” Fang asked him. 

“Yes sir. Been there:” he pointed towards the two breasts, “done that!” He made a loop with his fingers to indicate the loop entering the piercing. 

“Excellent. What’s your name son?” Nana asked.

“Kumar, Sir.” 

“Well Kumar, here’s the thing: we don’t like a gory display of blood. If you do a clean job, we’ll let you name your prize.”

“I have already chosen it sir. Me and my fellow doctors want our supervisor for one night. We feel she bosses us around in the H-Wing, and we feel it’s time she was shown her place.” 

“Alright, it’s a deal. Do a good job and she’s yours next Saturday night.” 

“Thank you sir. Now if you’ll let me, I’d like to get on with the job.”

“By all means!” Fang said. He liked this enthusiastic little fellow. That he showed no respect was a good sign.  

Kumar reached down into his coat pocket and extracted his tool. Then he took out a bottle of purple liquid and put it on the floor, along with a wad of cotton. 

“Where’re the bloody rings?” he demanded. Quickly Hrithik got them off Suzanne’s ears. He stood beside her now, covering her eyes, protecting her from the light, and from the terrible sights. He handed the rings to Kumar. 

Kumar took them and satisfied that he could use them for the piercing purpose, proceeded to hold up his tool against the light. He touched the sharp point to see whether it was proper. 

Esha stared at the device with horror.  It was a steel device, made like a pair of pliers, except that, at its tip one arm was a thick needle. On the other was a hole that the needle would go into. 

The doctor now strode up to Esha and held the flesh behind her nipple in a pinch. He tugged the tit closer towards himself. 

“Please Masters, no! Please Hrithik, no! Please noooooo!” Esha wailed.

Kumar opened up the tool and now held the nipple in the gap between the needle and its receiving loop. “I’d stand very still if I were you Fattie, though I’m so glad I’m not! I mean it! If you don’t stand still this will pain horribly. Stand still, and it’ll pain lesser. Esha’s body went very tense, but she continued to beg. 

“AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” she screamed as the needle tore thru her flesh and emerged at the other end. 

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” she hollered even louder as the doctor put the purple liquid on a swab of cotton and pressed it against the injured teat. 

“Stop screaming you little pig! It’s methyl alcohol… what you call spirit. It’ll stop the flow of blood. But oh, I almost forgot why you are being pierced! Here’s your first ring!” saying so, he removed the cotton swab temporarily and strung the ear ring thru the newly pierced nipple hole. Then he quickly replaced the swab. 

He repeated the process with the other nipple. This time Esha shouted less loudly. It pained just as much as before, but her throat had gone hoarse from screaming. Now all that came out was raspy grunts. 

“Any more places to punch?” Kumar asked eagerly, adding: “The clit is a great place to ring, that way you can thread a chain thru the three rings and draw them close…” But Fang stopped him, smiling. “You’ll go far Kumar, but that’s how far we’ll go with Fattie. You’ll have Gyni sent over to your wing next Saturday. Is that okay?” 

“Perfectly, sir! Ummm, one last instruction: let the cotton remain for about 10 minutes. That’ll quicken the healing process.” Kumar said.

“You mean we can’t start hanging weights on it now?” Nana asked incredulously. 

“Hell no, sir! You’ll have to give it at least three weeks to heal. I know it’ll set back business a bit, but who the hell wants to fuck Fattie in any case!” Kumar replied.

“That’s enough Kumar.” Fang said sternly. Kumar quickly exited. 

Now after having been a silent spectator for so long, Hrithik spoke again: “That’s it. Now I’m taking my wife back home.”

“Not so fast Roshan Jr.” Fang said slowly, “we have one more task for you before you carry off Delicacy. Oh, by the way, that’s what we were going to call Suzanne, or rather will, unless you prove the attraction between you two.”

“What the hell do you mean?” Hrithik shouted. 

“Well, we carted your pretty wife from your home to here. Don’t you have to pay for the transportation?”

“Transportation? You guys kidnapped her for Pete’s sake!” 

“When the police carry off your car, don’t you pay them towing charges? Similar scenario!” 

“You guys must be nuts!”

“Not really Duggu, ‘nuts’ are what hang beneath your cock. We are businessmen. We want Paisa vasool. Don’t we Bogeys?” 

This was met with a loud “YEAH!” from the men gathered around.

“See Hrithik, you can either do what we tell you, or you we can put you to sleep for a long time… quite literally! Want to be a male Sleeping Beauty?” Fang asked pointedly.

“What the hell do you want me to do?” Hrithik asked, pissed but obviously cowered. 
 
“We want to see you fuck Delicacy in the ass.” Fang said.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” said Suzanne who had been quiet for so long, “Duggu tell these crazy men I won’t do it.” 

“Duggu, tell this crazy woman she has no choice!” Nana mimicked Suzanne. 

“I hope you refuse! ‘cause we Desperately seek Suzanne!” Fang grinned. 

“Will you do it?” Nana asked. 

“I can’t do it! I have never done it before, and I won’t do it now! Duggu tell them!” Suzanne wailed. 

“Look, can’t I just have her perform oral sex or something? You heard her… we’ve never done… well… done… ‘that’ before.” Hrithik pleaded.

“’THAT’?? Jeez! Suddenly shy Hrithik boy? Oh! I get it! It’s Suddenly Suzanne!” Fang grinned again, but the joke was lost on most of the Bogeys and Nana as well. “No buddy, the ass it is. And remember we said you have to prove your mutual attraction? I have the entire scene laid out. Three of us, you, Nana and me will stand at one end of the stage. Delicacy… that’s you Suzanne,” he bent and directed his speech towards the tied up waif, “Delicacy will stand at the other. She must pull down her pants and invite you to fuck her butt. She’ll use all her feminity, all her charm to get you attracted… and us as well… Now, now! Don’t look alarmed. We’ll not touch her. But unless we have woodies ourselves, we won’t let you go. Once you’ve done the needful, we’ll let you go. But mind you, we want to see a full penetration. Don’t go easy on her, cause then we’ll just call the deal off. An inch in time, will save a thousand in line…” 

“Duggu say no, say no!” Suzanne begged. 

Fang knelt beside her. “Suzanne… Delicacy dearest, little doll, understand that this is your best option. You saw what poor little Fattie, I mean Esha, had to go thru. And for no fault of hers. No reason at all, except for our perverted pleasure. Would you really want to be part of such a club? We’d sure love to have you here, but would you? Think about it.” Fang had spoken slowly, enunciating every word, every syllable, letting it slowly sink into Suzanne’s mind. Hrithik who was standing close, catching every word, ran his hands thru her hair, comforting her. “Listen to him Suzie… please… we have no option. And it’s only me… Duggu. Your Duggu… I’ll be gentle Suz. I promise.” 

“It’s handkerchief time folks… look at the tears! This scene is a definite winner. Will grab all the awards! Wah kya scene hain!” Nana said. Then in a completely different tone he said harshly: “Enough rona-dhona lovebirds… either get into the act, or we take the girl. QUICK!”  

“I’m going to remove the ropes Delicacy, but don’t try to escape. There’s no way out. Once I remove the ropes, you’ll go and stand at that end.” Nana pointed out her end. “We’ll be standing at the opposite end. Don’t be in a great hurry. Start stripping when we ask you to. And then try to turn us on… There, the ropes are off. Come on, get up and stand at that end. Be a good girl and we won’t have to spank you.”

The word ‘spank’ got Suzanne moving. She had no intention of being further humiliated. Perhaps all this was a bad dream and it’d pass away. 

Then Fang and Nana moved to the other end of stage, Hrithik sandwiched between them. 

“Lights!” Nana shouted. Spotlights were now focused on the men and Suzanne. 

“Camera!” Fang bellowed. 

Hrithik looked startled. “What camera?” he demanded. 

“Hrihik Roshan deflowering his wife’s virgin ass! You think we’d let such a glorious moment in history just pass by, unrecorded? No Sir! We’re going to immortalize this moment. Years down the line, men will jerk off to see you invade your queen’s most private space. Won’t you be proud! Yes, the situation definitely calls for a camera. Meet our best camera-man Siva. In fact he was the one who shot Fattie’s first anal screw… You’ll find the film in the archives: Chura Liya hain Tumne, that was of course, about her anal-cherry. But what are we waiting for? Delicacy darling, ACTION!”  

Suzanne knew that was her signal to begin. She didn’t want to do it. She wanted to run away, but it did seem impossible. She saw horrible leering men on the fringes of the stage, watching her every move with eager eyes. She realized she had no option. Wiping the tears off her face, she turned her back towards the men, bent forward, and then very slowly unbuttoned her cotton pants. Even more reluctantly she pulled down her pants exposing her butt. 

Half of the Bogeys got an immediate hard-on. Suzanne wasn’t wearing panties; she was wearing black thongs which contrasted on the ivory white of her skin, and etched deep into her ass crack, exposing her naked butt-cheeks. Just adequately rotund, they shone in the bright light. 

“Hmmm Honey nice Tooshie, but I want to see the hole that’s going to be shod!” Nana said. Fresh tears welled up in Suzanne’s eyes as she heard the rough language. Then, desperately trying to drive the audience out of her mind, she pulled down the thongs. Many of the Bogeys whistled and clapped. 

“I still haven’t found what I’m looking for!” Fang sang. He was now feeling musically inclined as well. “Split that ass Delicacy, let’s see your shitter!” 

Wondering why the earth didn’t swallow her up, Suzanne pulled her ass-cheeks apart little by little. 

As the men caught their first peek of her star shaped hole, Fang exclaimed:
“Your husband’s got the hots for you, Suzie! Aren’t you lucky? And he’s been a saint. Didn’t screw any of our slaves here. Very devoted man… and now he’s gone stiff for you! Oh wait a minute… Nana’s got a woodie as well! And my soldier salutes you as well! Man, how I’d like to do that bung hole of yours… but deals a deal… Go on Duggu, let’s see you do that ass! Go on!” Fang gave Hrithik a little shove. 

It looked a little awkward, a man with an engorged prick walking down the stage, but luckily the stage wasn’t very long, and Hrithik reached his wife. 

“Forgive me darling!” With that one sentence Hrithik plunged into his wife’s ass, whilst holding her hips by his hands. Hrithik had decided that it was best that he did what he had to do immediately rather than talk to his wife and build her anxiety. What he did not gauge was the fact that her ass was as dry as a desert. 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Suzanne screamed as her orifice was raped open. It felt like she was being skewered over Hrithik’s cock. “Take it out! Take it out!” she hollered.

By now Nana and Fang had come close to pair. “Oh didn’t I mention? You can’t pull out till you have deposited your cum in her. If you pull out earlier, she’s ours.” Nana announced his new rule, “Besides, you aren’t even fully in… Remember: FULL penetration. Come on Delicacy, don’t you want to get closer to your man?” Nana had now moved behind Hrithik, while Fang had moved in front of Suzanne. Then Fang nodded his head and they both pushed Hrithik and Suzanne towards each other. This made Suzanne scream so loudly that a few men came out of the house to see what the matter was. 

Suzanne was hollering continuously now, but at least Hrithik was completely in.

“So much for phase one… Now what are you waiting for? More assistance? Fuck that ASS!” Nana ordered.

“Fuck that Ass! Fuck that Ass!” the Bogeys chanted. 

“Wait for a while, let her ass adjust…” Hrithik said.

“NOW!” Nana snarled.

Trying to cause his wife minimum pain, Hrithik pulled out slowly. But it wasn’t easy. Suzanne’s narrow ass-chute clamped on his cock like a tightly clenched fist, unyielding. Suzanne screamed louder, much to the delight of the men gathered around. 

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed as the cock was thrust into her again. Nothing in her life matched this unbelievable pain. She marveled at how much pain a simple length of flesh could cause. A strange coppery taste filled her mouth. Her ass had been stretched to the limit.  

But luckily for her four thrusts later it was all over. Hrithik felt his cum rising and stopped pumping. As his cock began to spit forth burning hot cum, Suzanne began to be more comprehendible. 

“Pull out! Pull out! I don’t want to get pregnant. Pull out! We agreed, five years! Pull out!” she screamed. 

Fang who was standing in front of her smiled. “In that case, I think it should be five years of ass-fucking for you! The best form of contraceptive. Don’t you know you stupid bitch that you can’t get pregnant if you’re fucked in the ass?” 

By now Hrithik’s orgasm was over and he pulled out his limp dick. As it came out of the ass, there was a loud ‘PLOP!’ sound as if a vacuum had been released. 

“A round of applause for these two!” Nana shouted. The Bogeys clapped very loudly. 

Hrithik was a changed man. He had had to do it under duress, but he had always secretly wanted to screw his wife in the butt. He had even mentioned it once or twice, but the look Suzanne had given had made him wilt. Too afraid of his wife’s reaction, and too gentlemanly to force her into it, he had buried his desire in a deep corner of his heart. Now that he had had it fulfilled, he felt a secret joy. But the kind of person that he was, his face betrayed his emotions. He couldn’t help but smile. 

Suzanne, who had managed to collect herself, somehow, saw this. She flew into a rage. 
“Duggu you lousy piece of shit! You perverted asshole, you weasly little pig! These men forced you to rape my ass, and you’re smiling?” Finishing buttoning her pants, she let a kick fly. It hit Hrithik squarely in the nuts. Hrithik fell down, writhing in pain. 

“Serves you right you bastard!” she shouted belligerently, now oblivious to all the people gathered around. 

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” Fang muttered to himself. Then turning he said loudly: “Guards, take them away, and reach them home… BSA is hardly the place for a lover’s tiff!” Two men helped Hrithik rise, and two more escorted his wife. As they were walked to their transportation home, Suzanne continued to rant and rave. 

Nana walked up to Fang, and said in a low voice: “Aren’t you glad we didn’t take her in! What a pain in the ass!!” 

Now they turned their attention to the limp form which hung on the Slave-Cross. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about her. Sometime, when they hadn’t been looking, Esha had passed out. She did not awaken as Fang and Nana removed the cotton swabs on her punctured nipples. 

Her nipple rings shone brightly under the lights. As they stood admiring Dr. Kumar’s work, a man came running towards them from the house. 

“We have an emergency sir! Ashwhoreya has passed out, and the CareTaker can’t awaken her!” 

End of Chapter 21.

 

   

   

Esha-Hrithik’s property-must look after her wellbeing. Cobwebs shouldn’t be developed.

MinorTales: Tara’s cleanup of Ash’s abused holes., Ash’s horror at the Freebie. 

Aditi needs a CATscan of Ash, CAT=pussy!

Amrita-pretty-model
Model-prestigious-makes other girls mad-gang up in the night. Female bonding. Handkerchief used as a whip. 
Karish wedding planned accordingly, now blown!/Punishment for Karish… to be married to the Toad. 
JP Dutta offer. 
Esha’s Belt Key. Gone with Hrithik.