Chapter 11
Games, Dances and Metamorphoses. 

‘Aaaaaaeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!’ The scream said it all. One of Diya’s holes had been shod! SRK had jumped towards the end of his run and had directly landed half of his cock into Diya’s shit-hole. He raised his arms in triumph, his cock still embedded in her ass. Nana gave him an approving grin and then sat on the sofa. Diya was hollering now. The enema had left her ass sore. The last thing she wanted right now was to be ass fucked. 

‘No! Please! No! Not in my ass! It hurts!’ she begged. 

All this did was to make SRK even more determined. He grabbed her hips and started raping her ass inch by inch. The enema had cleaned her ass, but not prepared it for a nine-inch cock. It was tight as hell, and the sphincter hadn’t yet decided to open up. SRK wasn’t a man with patience…

‘S-S-Shit! Kya tight hain! Lagta hain aur jor lagana padega!’ saying so, he gave another heave. Diya’s ass held a vice-like grip on his cock. Was it his imagination or could he feel her ass-hole tearing around his member? While the others found this very entertaining, Nana was bored. 

‘Daphne, give me a lap dance’ he ordered Karisma, ‘Snowy Bottoms watch!’ Esha watched as Karish stood up. Her petite frame was like a master artist’s work: flawless. She still had her glasses on, which gave her that innocent school-girl look. She then grabbed her peach colored buttocks and bent slightly so that her behind jutted out, just like when she asked Salman to slap her ‘back pocket’ in Judwaa. Then she started swaying her hips to some invisible music.  Little by little she lowered her ass over Nana’s lap. Esha watched avidly as Karish brushed Nana’s cock teasingly and then lifted away her ass. Karish was caressing her ass and moaning softly; which was such a contrast to Diya’s animal shrieks. 

SRK was pounding Diya’s ass mercilessly. Diya’s ass made strange sucking sounds. The oil Nana had poured helped somewhat, but it couldn’t make her extremely tight shit hole any bigger! She was hollering! On the other side, Diya’s counterpart from RHTDM was shrieking like a dumb-fuck too. But his screams were muffled by his undies in his mouth. Nagma the Cow had already milked him once. She was yanking at his cock, trying to get it stiff again. Since she couldn’t use her hands, she gripped on Maddy’s cock with her teeth. Maddy was wishing he’d die. 

Aishwhoreya was trying to seduce Jackie. She’d fantasized about him since she was a school-girl. She’d crept beside him on all fours and was now brushing her head against his thigh. Jackie on the other hand was paying no attention; he wanted to save up all his cum for Diya. Ash was getting frustrated. In the outside world, she could have any guy at her feet. Here she was begging, and getting no bhav!
Esha watched as an invisible force seemed to be drawing Nana’s cock towards Daphne’s ass. Daphne was still wiggling her ass, but her movements had got quicker. Esha noticed a glistening line of cum-juice making its way down Karish’s thigh. She was definitely enjoying this. Then suddenly Nana grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on his cock. Karish let out a guttural moan as cock made its way up her wet slit. Karish had always had one problem with Nana. His cock was just toooo goddamn big to fit her little box. And Nana liked to fuck his cock in up to the hilt.  The rapier had soon filled her up. Nana was still pulling her down with his strong hands. Karish began to squirm in pain. She knew she could take no more. Nana knew it too, but he loved to see Daphne struggle. And struggle she did. Violently! She was swaying from side to side, trying to escape the monster. All this caused such a lot of friction that Nana felt his cum rising. He put his right arm around Karish’s waist and jammed her down on his cock. Then both of them hit their orgasms simultaneously. Karish could feel boiling sperm being deposited in her cunt as wave after wave hit her. It was the best orgasm she’d had in a long time. 

Apparently SRK had finished as well. Diya’s shrieking had stopped. A small stream of white cum was following from her shit hole. The shit hole was an angry red. Diya was absolutely exhausted; her face down in SRK’s Jockeys. Tears were flowing from her eyes. 

Hrithik was the next in line to take Diya, but he had other plans. “Nana, can I have Fattie instead?”

“By all means! Fattie, entertain Hrithik!” 

Esha was glad she’d have Hrithik. She remembered him as a kind and nice guy, the kind who’d do her gently, not a wolf like Nana. She walked across and stood opposite him. She gave him a naughty grin. Suddenly her senses reeled. Hrithik had slapped her hard. 

‘Kneel Bitch!’ he ordered, ‘Haven’t you been taught anything? Does one grin at one’s master?’ 

Esha was scared. She hadn’t seen Hrithik like this. She knew he was intense, and if he had this mad domination streak, she was in trouble. She immediately sank to her knees. Esha almost burned up as Hrithik walked around her in circle examining her body closely. Then he bent down and squeezed her pulpy white rotund bottom hard. Esha let out a whimper, but went silent as soon as she met his disapproving glare. 

‘Up Fattie! And hands to the toes!’ 

The room had gone silent. Diya had stopped crying and was looking surprised. Even Nagma had stopped torturing her male toy and was watching this metamorphosis of Hrithik. Nana had an approving look; he had decided to induct Hrithik as a trainer at the BSA. 

Esha stood up, then bent at her waist and touched her toes. Hrithik went behind her and without warning yanked her as cheeks apart. This was the second time in the evening that Esha’s ass had been handled this way. She began to cry as her dreams of a soft screw disappeared into thin air. Then Hrithik lifted his hand and brought down his palm on her ass with a loud smack. Esha’s ass immediately blushed, and she let out a howl. 

‘Quiet Bitch!’ Hrithik ordered. Smack! Another blow landed on her reddened ass. The blubber in Esha’s ass was quivering under each stroke, making a mighty fine sight. 

But Jackie was getting impatient. 

‘I’m not going to have sloppy seconds! I want a clean ass!’ he said, pointing towards Diya’s behind.

‘Sure thing! Scrunt, clean her up!’ 

Bips made a face. Then she wished she hadn’t. The next second she was shrieking at the top of her voice and grabbing the collar at her neck. Nana had jabbed the remote of the Schocker. 

‘Obedience always, Scrunt!’ said Nana. A frightened Bips quickly crawled up behind Diya, and started licking the cum from her ass crack. She’d proceed to suck on the ass and draw all the cum out. This could take some time and Nana always made sure his guests never had a dull moment. 

Vivek had come and whispered something in his ear a little while before. 

‘Gentlemen, lest you get bored, we have two surprise packets for the evening. Surprise because even the abducted cunts didn’t know they’d be entertaining us. I present to you Bouncing Check, and Thorny the Horny!’

Vivek had pulled in a giant trunk. The sound of frantic thumping indicated that the contents were alive, and shit scared. Vivek flipped the lid open and Nana walked up to the trunk. He grabbed the girls by their raven black hair, and hauled them up. Everyone stood dumbstruck as they saw two of the hottest chicks in showbiz with their hands in cuffs behind their back, their legs tied up at the ankles, and as bare as the day hey were born. 

‘I ordered these ‘items’ to be picked up for giving us a private show here. Won’t you dearies?’ 

The girls looked confused and shit scared. The just looked around petrified, not saying anything…

End of Chapter 11
WARNING: This is a story and so all the situations are fictional. The author does not condone non-consensual sex. Trying the stuff written in this story can land you in very very major trouble. The author is not responsible for your behaviour AFTER reading this story. (He wasn't even responsible BEFORE you read this story, so there!)