Chapter 23.
The Dorm. 

It was closing on 4 in the morning when the activities of the BSA began to really show any signs of stopping. The official cut-off time was three, but the Bogeys were allowed to complete their ‘sessions’, before the girls were marched off to Randigarh. Once in, the girls went directly to the dorm, unless there were some injuries that had to be taken care of first. 

The dorm was about the only place in the BSA that the slaves found inviting. Completely air-conditioned, it was a very large hall, with only one partition dividing it into a section for the ‘Aunties’ and the other for the younger girls. This had been necessary because the sight of tight bodies caused low-morale in the ‘Aunties’. Besides, it was necessary to separate them because of the few mother daughter pairs involved. The younger girls couldn’t speak openly in presence of the older whores, and the older whores couldn’t discuss recipes and knitting without feeling ancient if the younger girls were around. 

The beds were not specifically allotted, but by now the girls had pre-decided ones. Arranged along the walls, they were pretty futuristic: shaped like a cut jellybean, with its insides scooped out. There were multicolored, some red, some blue, others green. Inside the Bean was an extra-soft mattress and pillows. The girls just loved snuggling into bed, and to make them feel extra-nice there were plenty of soft-toys kept in a basket, that they could take to bed with themselves. This was truly a place for them to unwind. 

Along one side of the dorm were rows and rows of lockers. These had been specifically assigned. The girls kept their daywear inside those and their possessions as well.

Along the opposite wall were a series of doors marked as toilets, but the surprising thing was that there were others marked “Latrines”. This would seem odd to an outside person but it had an explanation as Amrita found out. 

We move back to the girls, who were now trooping in from a door in the wall sandwiched between the ones mentioned before. The Aunties trooped off to their section while the girls moved on into theirs. 

Daphne was in front, laughing uproariously at some joke cracked by her sister, who was called ‘Poop’ at the BSA. 

“And then the third guy: he was a fuckin’ virgin. But he strode in as if he knew all about sex… But as soon as he saw me naked and inviting him, he turned pale. And then the bastard was so nervous he couldn’t even get it up!” Kareena was telling her sister. Karish gave her a high-five and the continued to laugh. 

Behind them were Jyotika, Isha and Riya. All three had swollen mouths, and they couldn’t walk properly, waddling with their feet apart. A guard was with each one of them, helping them walk. 

Behind them was Esha, whose eyes were swollen because of all the crying. She was bent forward a little and walked covering her punctured tits. All the writing that Hrithik had done still remained on her body. And worse still, the chastity belt could not be removed, because Hrithik had gone off with the key! 

Shilpa was close on her heels. Now that the drug was wearing off, she was feeling a bit nauseated. She couldn’t figure out why her cunt couldn’t feel a thing. 

Sundry other actresses walked in, including Mili, who was better known as Urmila(1),  LittleStar, otherwise known as Twinkle, and QueanB (2), which was short for Quean of Bengalis, and long for Rani. 

Rani true to her Bengali genes was now rushing towards Riya and asking her how she was in Bengali. Rushing towards both of them now, was Bipasha. She had entered with her ward, but had now forsaken her. More and more girls gathered around Riya, as the sisterhood of Sens gathered to support one ‘them’. True to there hackneyed style, the privately called themselves the ‘Sen-sations’. 

Sushmita had however refused to be part of this extended Bengali family. She was walking in all by herself, confident, and unruffled. Her stride had pride, a pride that made men fear her. No wonder she was one of the lowest earners for the BSA. 

Most of the girls were now in, and were moving towards the lockers. Aditi entered with Amrita on one side and Shefali on the other. Shefali had complained of intense pain, and had hence been moved to the hospital. Of course, she had lied… so there was no real issue with her. (About the issue _inside_ her, she didn’t know yet…)

Yana had been called to Nana and Fang’s private rooms, to serve them. (3)

Aditi led the two girls to two lockers which already had their names on them. She told them each a secret code, and they opened their lockers. Peering inside, Amrita saw a bottle with red pills, and a large Bowl. Shefali had only a bowl and no pills.

“Take out your bowls now. It’s dinner time.” Aditi informed them, “Amrita, I mean, Princess,( remember to always use the correct names!) Princess, you should take two of those pills along with dinner.”

“What about me?” Shefali asked, in her typical, pout-mouthed, irritable fashion. 

“You don’t need them Thorny.” Aditi said, and gave her a sweet smile, “Now take the bowl, and stand in the queue with the other girls.”

Shefali took out her bowl, and went off to join the queue. 

Aditi lowered her voice, but told Amrita firmly, in a very doctor-like manner: “Never forget to take those pills. If you don’t you may suddenly find your tummy swelling up!”

“So then these are birth…” Amrita began.

“Shhh… yes. Don’t forget to take them.”

“But Shef…, I mean Thorny didn’t take them…”

“Yes, she’s part of an experiment.”

“You mean she’s gonna get pregnant? Oh SHIT!” Amrita’s mouth was open, her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe they could do this.

Aditi smiled. “I know how you feel Princess. Trust me; consider yourself lucky it isn’t you. Forget ‘bout the others… that’s the only way you’ll survive here.”  

Amrita clammed up. But she was still tortured by the very thought of experiments being carried out on a young girl like Shefali, and without her knowledge! She decided she’d tell Shefali, and share her own pills with her.

Aditi was now moving to join the queue with her own bowl in hand, but Amrita called after her. Aditi turned around and Amrita signed her to bend. After all, Aditi was almost a foot taller than her. Then she whispered something in Aditi’s ear. 

“Long one or short one?” Aditi asked, grinning. 

She again bent as Amrita tugged her shoulder. Amrita whispered her answer.

Laughing, Aditi said, “You’re such a girl… you still call it Pee-Pee! All right, come with me.” Aditi took Amrita’s hand as if she were leading a small child. Indeed she felt that way. Amrita looked as lost as a babe in the woods. Even Bambi would have seemed more familiar with its surroundings. 

She led Amrita to one of the doors marked Latrine. Amrita stepped in but came out almost immediately. “Ummm… there’s no loo!” she said. Again Aditi caught her hand, but this time she went in with her. Pointing, she said: “There’s your loo!” 

Amrita looked at the contraption bewildered. It was a narrow porcelain trough, with a draining hole in the middle. It looked like a men’s urinal kept with its opening facing upwards. To Amrita it looked more like a washbasin than a loo, except of course, there were no water faucets. 

“It’s called the ‘Saddle’. Ever ridden a horse? That’s exactly how you sit on it. Straddle it and then let go! When you’re done, press the red button. It’ll let out a jet of water and clean you up. Now isn’t that convenient?” Aditi said. 

“But why can’t we just use a normal toilet?” Amrita asked the obvious question.

Aditi looked a little troubled, but she spoke after a long silence. “You might as well know before you actually see it happen. Well, mainly two reasons. First, you can’t use a normal toilet to urinate because it’s forbidden. If you’re caught, God help you. Secondly, it’s because some of the Bogeys have a strange fetish. They like to see us peeing. See that camera up there?” Aditi said pointing to a camera that Amrita hadn’t noticed, “That gives the top view. See the cavities in the Saddle? That’s where the other cameras go.”

“You mean they can watch me Pee-Peeing?” Amrita asked alarmed, her voice raised. 

“They maybe right now! But see that red light beside the lens? Since it’s not on, they aren’t recording anything.” 

“Isn’t there anything called privacy here?!” Amrita asked.

Aditi only laughed grimly. “Darling, there are days when you are fucked by more men than a whore in a red-light district would be, and you’re worried about privacy? You poor little thing… you have so much to learn! Now finish off quickly. I’m waiting for you outside.” Aditi took Amrita’s bowl from her and waited outside the latrine patiently. 

It took Amrita forever to get out. She kept gazing at the camera wondering whether they could see her, and hoping like hell that the recording light didn’t come on. 

Once out, she thanked Aditi for waiting, and they moved to join the queue. The queue wasn’t very long now, and soon Amrita was facing a dour faced hag who dipped her ladle into a drum and poured a thick soup into Amrita’s bowl, and then grunted indicating that she should move on. 

Amrita took a look at the fluid in her bowl. It looked like sweet-corn soup. She waited as Aditi was served and then both moved towards the others. The girls were sitting in a very large circle, and Amrita was at once reminded of a prison-movie she had seen. Except, here the girls were wearing precious nothing (with the exception of Esha of course, who wore two bright rings, and a chastity belt.) and the fact that these girls were some of the biggest stars of Bollywood, with, one would assume, the world at their feet. Amrita and Aditi found a place between Tara and Urmila. 

As they sat down, Mili flashed a sparkling smile at Amrita. Bending over Aditi, she put out her hand. “Urm… I mean Mili. Don’t believe we’ve met before, but you act well.” 

“Thank you…” Amrita said shaking hands hesitatingly. This wasn’t exactly the best place to meet your teen-age role model. 

“So what’s your name here? And what specialization?” Urmi asked, unabashed.

“Princess.” Amrita replied, again hesitatingly. God she hated this place!

“She’s a Model…” Aditi told Urmila. 

Urmila’s eyes lit up. “A model on the first day? Wow! Whom did you have to screw to get that?”

Looking at Amrita’s flummoxed face and surprise at Urmila’s forwardness, Aditi stepped in to answer for her: “The bosses took a fancy to her. Decided she was delicate or something… drove Bimbo and Daphne nuts though. They’d been working hard.”

Amrita just continued to gaze at them. They were talking as if they were in an office! Damn! Had they no sense of shame? As if to break this scene which seemed so alien to her, she asked suddenly: “Can we eat?”

“No darling!” they both said at once, and then laughed at the coincidence, then Urmila spoke: “Nope, we can’t eat till everyone’s seated and we’ve said our pre-dinner prayers.”

“Pre-dinner what?!?” Amrita asked, not sure whether she’d heard right. 

“Yes darling. Prayers. You’ll hear us saying it. It isn’t very long, and I’d recommend you learn it. If you’re caught not saying it, well… as usual… major trouble!” Aditi told her.

Soon all the girls were seated, and as if triggered by some unseen force, they all began to chant at once:

Work is over for today,
We’ve had our cock, and had our pay. 
And for this, with gratitude we say:
Thank you masters for letting us play!

Prayers done, the girls put the bowls to their mouths and started downing the soup. All of them, that is, with the exception of the newly inducted girls. Each of them had their first sip, and baulked. Tara was the first one to scream: “What the fuck is this shit?”

The lady, who had served them, now came up to the circle. The ladle was still in her hand. She stood behind Tara, now striking her own palm with the cupped end of the ladle. “Is there a problem?” she bellowed. Her voice was like a man’s and very threatening. This wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This soup tastes like…” Tara began. 

But the woman interrupted her: “Yes it tastes like semen, like human sperm. But it isn’t. It’s a special formulation of the R&D Department. Same consistency, same taste, but filled with proteins and minerals. Best food after a hard night’s work! We call it Brothel Broth.”

“You can call it what the hell you want! I can’t have it!” Tara shouted back. 

“Who ever gave you an option bitch? I have strict orders. If you don’t have the broth, I am to strike you with this ladle till you change your mind. And you can ask QueanB what happens when I start my punishment.”

Rani, who was sitting beside Tara bent towards her and spoke in her deliciously husky voice: “Have it quickly. Last time I refused, she…” But the hag interrupted once more.

“I struck her so hard that she couldn’t walk for two days. And that means two more days of Brothel Broth. Now are you eating your soup or shall I…” the hag threatened.

Rani bent towards her again, and said: “Drink it quickly. At least it’s better than Pee-Soup.”

Amrita, who had been listening, suddenly realized that it would probably mean Pee-Soup and not Pea Soup. Her eyes widened again. If there was a place called hell, this was it! There were devilish practices at every turn!

The hag now turned her attention to the other newcomers who had still not finished their broth. “What are you cunts waiting for? Christmas? Drink the Broth now, or my ladle begins its work. It hasn’t had a young ass for some time now, and I’ll be only glad to sacrifice your butts to it!” This talk scared the hell out of the girls and they quickly gulped down the liquid. Tara even faked a queer burp afterwards. 

Satisfied that all the girls had finished their ‘food’, the hag moved out of the room, carrying the drum with her. The girls now queued up outside the toilets to wash their bowls. Rani and Tara were standing in the line beside Amrita and Aditi. Amrita heard Rani tell Tara: “You got off easy. Last time, in addition to being ladled, I had to eat the soup out of the bowl like a dog, without using my hands.” Then looking at the horror in Tara’s eyes she continued: “Yeah, like a doggie. Why do you think they give us bowls? So that they can make us lap up our food like a dog. Sometimes all of us have to have our food doggie style. And on those occasions they make sure that Pee-soup is served. It’s so liquid that it takes hours to lap it up!”

Amrita just turned away. She couldn’t bear it anymore.

Once the girls had washed their bowls and returned them to their respective lockers, some of them hit the sack, but others gathered around, bed-sheets wrapped around themselves. Post dinner they were all feeling a bit of chill.  

Suddenly there was a scuffle. Kareena had obstructed Esha who was moving towards one of the loos. Esha, still trying to protect her tender breasts, had her hands over them. Kareena was now trying to pull Esha’s hands away.

“Show me the rings, show me the rings!” she demanded. 

Esha was desperately trying to butt her away using her shoulders, all the while refusing to uncover her breasts. 

Kareena wasn’t one to give up either. She was still trying to pry Esha’s hands open. “You look like a fuckin’ message board,” Kareena laughed wickedly, “I wanna use you as a tack-board. We’ll begin with your breast… since they’re already punctured, they’ll have experience. Let me see those rings you bitch! Lemme see ‘em!” 

Karishma strode up to them as if to break up the fight. Kareena stopped pawing Esha. Esha stood still as well. Then much to Amrita’s surprise, Karishma said: “Put your hands DOWN Fattie. I order you, as a Trainer.” 

Esha knew she couldn’t disobey a Trainer’s order. She put down her hands reluctantly. “See what you wanna see sis?” she grinned at Kareena. This was Kareena’s signal. She knew that her sister would now support her. Karishma had the power, and she was going to use it. 

“May I touch her breasts, Mistress?” Kareena said with mock respect and grinning from ear to ear. 

“Of course you may!” Karishma replied.

Esha looked at her in horror. She couldn’t do this. But Kareena wasn’t even looking at her sister anymore. She made a grab for Esha’s breasts. Instinctively Esha warded of the invading hands with her own. 

“Hands DOWN Fattie, don’t you understand English?” Karishma barked. Esha forced herself to obey. The next second, she screamed crazily. Kareena had just flicked one of he nipple rings. Now she and Karish stood laughing, while the other girls watched Esha’s abject misery in silence. Fresh tears flowed from Esha’s eyes. She now stood cupping her tortured breast. Suddenly Karishma spoke again:

“Put your hands down bitch, or I’ll report you for misbehaviour!” Seeing that Esha wasn’t ready to obey, Karish now turned to the girls. “QueanB, you’re stronger than the rest. Come here and hold Fattie’s hands behind her back.” 

Rani knew she had no option. She moved to where Esha was and the forcing Esha somewhat, pinned her hands behind her back. The next second she screamed again: Kareena had flicked the other nipple ring. This time, not being able to reach to her breast, she jumped up and down in agony. So loud was her scream that MoonMoon came out from the Aunties section to see what the matter was. Through her vicious laughter, Karish noticed her. “Back to your kennel you old bitch, or I’ll punish you to one day’s Den duty. That’ll probably be your last day on earth then!” Moonmoon returned to her quarters promptly. 

“Now I’m going to flick the first ring again!” Kareena announced with much malicious glee. 

This time Aditi spoke up: “Ummm, you really shouldn’t do that. It’ll retard the healing process…”

“Oh! The Doctor has spoken!” taunted Karish, turning to Aditi, “Well Gyni? How’d you like a dozen apples crammed up that hot ass of yours? After all, a few apples that way, would keep YOU away!” Aditi shut-up. She wasn’t scared, but she knew she was powerless. Karish was a Trainer after all, and no one could question their authority. 

“I’ve changed my mind.” Kareena said, “I’m going to try to yank those rings out. I’ve liked them, and they’d look pretty nice in my ears. Can I take them Mistress?” she asked Karish. 

“By all means!” Karish beamed. 

This broke Amrita’s silence. “Leave her alone you two!” she shouted, “Poor girl has suffered enough. Why are you torturing her? What’s she done to you?”

All the girls looked at Amrita, including Esha herself. Such impertinence was unheard of. Karish didn’t say anything. She looked at Amrita. Then she smiled. But it was a smile filled with malevolence. After a pregnant silence, she spoke:

“A model on the first day, untouched by a cock. No wonder you’re so Cocky, bitch. But that’s how I like my trainees. Because when I’m done with them they change into quivering masses of flesh. I’m gonna train you, and I’m gonna train you right now!” Karish snarled. Then turning to the girls she asked: “Who volunteers to help me? Raise your hands, I need four.” That Kareena would be among the four was a foregone conclusion, and Riya volunteered despite all her recently caused pain, because she saw her chance to take revenge. But Amrita felt sick looking at the other two volunteers. Tara had put her hand up, and to Amrita’s utter dismay, Shefali, whom she had planned to help had volunteered too. Tara and Shefali found this a good opportunity to get into Karish’s good books. 

“Excellent!” Karish said gleefully, “Get the bitch over a bed. She’s gonna face a Hanky-Doory!” 

“Daphne…” Aditi tried to intervene.

“Shut up DocWhore!” Karish shooed her away. Amrita was now fighting with the four girls, who were pushing her over a bed, but four girls were a bit too much for her to fight. They managed to pin her down over a bed, her arms on one side, and her bottom and nether lips exposed to full view on the other. 

Karish meanwhile had fetched an innocuous looking white cloth from her locker. She held this in front of Amrita and said: “This is the Hanky. This punishment is called Hanky Doory because this hanky will soon torture your bottom door. Don’t look so fiery eyed cunt! This is no ordinary cloth. It’s made of a super absorbent material that’ll soak up all your juices. Wonder why they don’t make sanitary napkins out of it!” 

Then after a pause she spoke again: “I’m going to run it between your pussy lips. As I drag it from in-between your pussy-lips, you’ll soon be left as dry as a desert. And there’s a special reason why this cloth is white. It looks lovely with red spots of blood. Think of it as soft sandpaper, and I’m gonna scrape your insides with it! Now isn’t that lovely?” 

Karish then ordered Tara and Shefali, who had pinned down Amrita at the waist, to hold her pussy lips apart. Amrita struggled afresh with his new outrage, but Karish asked Rani to help out, and now Amrita was held almost motionless, with her pussy lips pulled apart wide, exposing her innermost parts. 

“Do it Sis! Give it to the bitch!” Kareena shouted high-pitched and very gleefully expectant. Karish took that as her cue, and folding the square kerchief along the diagonal, she held opposite ends in either hand. She moved the kerchief into Amrita’s slit and then asked Shefali and Tara to let the pussy lips go. Now the kerchief was etching Amrita’s pussy. Almost immediately Amrita felt its effect. Like as if there was astringent on the cloth, her pussy lips and indeed her entire pussy now adhered itself to the cloth. It was as if some invisible gum was making her pussy attach itself to the kerchief. Karish held it there till she felt Amrita’s pussy would have attached itself sufficiently. Then with a sawing motion, she pulled the Hanky through her pussy up and down only once. 

Amrita almost screamed. It did feel like her pussy was being sandpapered. In fact it probably would have pained less. What made it all the more unbearable was the fact that all the other girls were now gathering around in a circle, and no one stepped forward to help her. 

Karisma sawed through the pussy again. This time Kareena screamed: “It’s hurting her sis, it’s hurting her! She’s almost going to cry! I want to here her scream! Do it again sis, do it again!” 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Amrita cried, but it wasn’t because the Hanky had sawed through her. Instead Karish had taken it out, and smacked her pussy using it as a whip. The pain was unbelievable. Amrita, who had decided not to give in (the Hanky usually made girls cry in the first pull, Amrita had been pretty brave to have tolerated three!), broke into tears. 

Karish now smacked her bottom with the Hanky. “I want your ass cheeks to match the pussy’s color! You’re gonna paint the town RED you bitch…”

“Spank her with that again sis, I want to here her beg… Princess it seems… There’s only one girl good enough to be a Princess, and that’s me!” Kareena shrieked, turning up an imaginary collar. 

Karisma needed no encouragement from her sister. It was her bit of revenge as well. She hit Amrita’s bottom with the Hanky again and again. Eventually Amrita stopped screaming and settled into a steady whimpering. Her bottom burned, and the edge of the bed was now squeezing her nipples, and pressing them back against her chest. 

Karisma was now sweating despite the AC. She wanted to hear Amrita beg for mercy, and wasn’t going to stop till she did so. Amrita was proving a mighty tough nut to crack. Suddenly it struck her… “I’m going to use David!” she announced loudly. There was an audible gasp from the girls.

“Sis, you are the BEST!” Kareena almost jumped!

“Shove it up her ass! She’ll probably die with the pain! Then one of us can be a Model!” squealed Riya.  

Karish went to her locker and then brought something that almost made Tara’s and Shefali’s eyes pop. It was a huge piece of concrete shaped like a man’s penis. 

“I won this from Nana. It’s an annual trophy for the girl who makes the most tricks.” Karish informed Amrita. 

“Kya phek rahi hain Daphne? We all know how you got that!” Amrita turned her head to see Urmila speaking. Karish went red in the face. All the other girls were giggling. 

“In any case, if there was in fact an award for the maximum number of screws, Ashwhoreya would win pants down yaar!” Urmila continued. 

“Shut the fuck up Mili!” Karish thundered, “Or I’ll shove this up your ass instead!” 

Urmila kept quiet, looked down, but she was still giggling, as were the other girls. 

“What you looking at bitch? Sis really won that!” Kareena shouted at Amrita’s face. Somehow Amrita wasn’t convinced. “Fuck what Mili says sis! Shove David up this snotty Princess’ ass! I want to hear her scream!” 

Karisma seemed to have found her bearings again. She positioned it at Amrita’s ass hole. “David is ass-virgin bitch… Yours is going to be the first ass he has raped… but I think it’ll be his first kill as well… when this 5 kg monster fucks your ass, I don’t think you’ll survive it!” 

Just as Karishma was about to shove it in, the door opened.

End of Chapter 23

(1)	The first time she had been brought to the BSA, Urmila, like Diya, had been kidnapped. As Nana entered the BSA, he shouted “Mili!” meaning “Got her!”, but the name stuck. 

(2)	Quean with ‘a’ means a prostitute. Thank me for teaching you yet another way to refer to Amisha Patel. 

(3)	Food. Now what were you thinking?