Chapter 12
Items, Loads, Mops and Babies without Tops.

Nana glared at the two ‘items’. His roving eye made them feel even more exposed and humiliated. Both were in their early twenties. One married, the other still studying! Nana spoke to the elder of the two. 

“Pretty wench, you’ve got such innocent looks. Everyone loved your sweet face, especially my friend Fang. Pure and chaste, that’s what everyone thought. That you were a bimbo was known, but that you were cheap as well… And vulgarity is one thing neither me nor Fang can tolerate. In fact, that’s why both of you are here. To be taught a lesson. To be taught that being an ‘item’ ain’t so hot! I’ll take care of you Bouncing Czech, which by the way, is your new name, a little later. But first, to take care of Thorny the Horny here…” Nana said pointing to the other kid. Thorny, who hadn’t been blessed by the tooth fairy, couldn’t control her fear any longer, and soon there was a pool at her feet. 

“Ah! Some more work for Scrunt! Thorny, you little bitch, you’re doing your engineering! But acted like an overgrown baby! Hmmm that gives me an idea… Ashwhoreya, stop your whorish overtures to Jackie and get your ass here.”

Ash turned red. She didn’t know Nana had seen her. Trying to seduce a male without your master’s consent was a major crime. She just hoped Nana would be lenient. Nana didn’t seem to be in any hurry to punish her either. She quickly crawled up to him and waited for orders. 

“On your feet, Slave!”

Ash stood up and Nana whispered something into her ear. She quickly scampered out of the room. 

Suddenly there was a loud yowl. Everyone turned to see Esha’s face grimacing with pain! 

“Please use some lubrication, please! It Hurts!” she wailed. Hrithik still had her in the same position, with her bent at the waist, and her hands touching her toes. The source of her misery was Hrithik’s thick finger that had invaded her ass. Her ass hadn’t been lubricated and the stabbing finger wasn’t being welcomed by the dry shit-hole at all! Hrithik’s left middle finger was completely in; he was now trying to push his index finger in as well. With a black marker that he’d found lying around, he’d tattooed Esha’s butt. Her ass cheeks now proudly proclaimed: ‘WIDE LOAD’.

“Stop struggling bitch! It isn’t going to make your life any easier. I’m just making space for myself. If you keep yelling, I’ll just proceed to the real thing… And I practice safe sex… so I’ll be wearing a ridged condom. So my cock’s gonna be safely sheathed, but it’ll be a world of pain for you. So unless you want to suffer, you’ll keep quiet.” saying so he proceeded to introduce his second finger in. Esha kept quiet but she was biting her lip, which made the pain obvious.
Bips was still working on Diya’s ass. She held Diya’s ass lobes apart; her thick lips glued to the ass hole. SRK had left an impossible amount of cum in Diya’s ass. Bips hated drinking cum, it nauseated her, but she knew better than to disobey orders. Her next task was even more disgusting. She knew Nana would insist she cleaned up the soiled floor with her tongue, so she was taking as much time as she could on Diya’s ass. Diya was too bushed to react. She still had her face in SRK’s smelly underwear, sniffing softly. 

Ash had returned. She had a packet in one hand, and a mop with a long handle in the other. Nana took the packet from her hands and tore it open. Inside were a baby’s bonnet, a pacifier and another object. As he unfolded it everyone giggled. It was a full adult sized diaper.  

“Daphne, dress up Thorny! Ash, mop-up the floor!” Nana ordered Karish and Ash. Ash started out in the direction of the spill, with the mop in her hand. 

“WAIT!” Nana ordered. “Did you think you’d get off so easily? You were a bad slave, trying to hook Jackie. And he wasn’t even interested! Hand me the mop and bend over!” 

“No master! Not Hop with the Mop! Please master! I’ll be good!”

A savage twist on her nipple made her scream out loud, her green eyes swelled with tears, sobbing, she bent over.

“Spread those cheeks, sweetie!”

Ash proceeded to pull her butts apart. The star shaped brown shitter made a pretty sight in her divinely white ass-crack. 

“I was going to lubricate the handle, but your misdemeanors have been a little too plentiful today… so prepare yourself. If you’d been smart, you’d have brought that old mop with the wooden handle, but bright and shiny is how it’s gotta be always, right? So you got the sparkling metal one! Guess what! This one has a roughly made plastic handle. You’re not going to forget this Mop Hop very soon!”

Saying so, he thrust in the mop handle into her butt viciously. The plastic part was about 6 inches long. It was now completely inside her ass, only the lower edge could be seen. Ash screamed loudly. Unaffected, Nana twisted the rod and prodded it further into Ash’s ass. Ash screamed even louder. It was some sight! Ash, her hands one her knees,  bent forward, and a glistening metal mop sticking out of her behind. 

“Get to work bitch!” Nana ordered. 

To the other’s delight this punishment meant that Ash’d have to jump all the way to the spill. Her first hop, and Ash rent the air with a loud scream. She’d jumped in the air, but on the way down, the mop had reached the ground first. It’d been pushed another inch into her ass. Tears were freely flowing from her eyes now. By the time she’d hopped to the spot, the mop had been forced in another 6 inches. 

To watch her mop was even more fun. Of course, there was no question of her using her hands. She squirmed her butt from one side to the other, trying to move the mop over the wet spot. All this served to do was to splatter the golden liquid even more.  

“A whole bloody foot of the mop is inside your ass, and you still can’t control it! What a shame. Miss World, but she can’t mop!” Nana taunted. “Well, keep being at it! Remember, not one drop should be found, or else…” Ash couldn’t even begin thinking what could be in store for her. 

Daphne had dressed up Thorny by now. She was wearing a bonnet, the pacifier in her mouth.

“Hmmm, cute!” Nana said. “I don’t think too many people know your name. They know you as the Kaanta Laga girl. What’s your name honey?”

“Sh-Shefali.” she stammered. 

Nana grabbed each of her tits in either hand and squeezed them hard. She cried out loud. 

“No darling, your name is Thorny the Horny! Now answer me again. What’s your name?”

“Th-Thorny the Horny!”

Her tits were yanked cruelly this time. She screamed once again.

“Always begin or end your sentence with ‘Sir’. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” And quickly before Nan could squeeze the blood out of her nipple, she added “Sir”

“Good, you learn fast. Won’t you dance for us Thorny?”

Shefali knew she had no choice. Nana pointed to one of the empty corners of the room, which looked like a dance stage. 

“But Sir, I can’t dance without music.” Shefali hoped this excuse would work.

In the true style of a Maharaja, Nana clapped his hands. The lights dimmed, the stage part of the room was lit up, and ‘Kaanta Laga’ started playing in the background. 

“You were saying?”

Shefali started making her way to the dance floor. Nana had freed her from her bonds. He knew she was too chicken to try and run. Besides, she seemed to have figured out that escape was impossible. 

The crotch of the extra big diaper was a little too wide, so Thorny had to plod her way to the stage. Nana raised his hand. The music ceased. 

“Daphne, Bouncing Czech’s husband is a painter. At least that’s what we’ve heard. So evidently she likes paint… Take her to the harem and paint her for her item, whilst we watch Thorny perform.” 

Karish put a rope lasso around the Czech’s neck. She removed the bonds on her legs, but left the cuffs intact. 

“Yana, mere saath Aana!” Karish said, and then giggled at her own poetry. She then led the much taller model away into an inner room.

Just as the music was about to start, there was a loud rap on the door. For the first time in the evening, Nana looked worried. 

“Police!  Open up! Darwaja kholo!” 

Vivek opened up the door. Shefali almost leapt with joy to see a person in uniform at the door. Ash seemed very happy too. She knew her ordeal would soon be over. Nana would be arrested, and all her poor sisters in the BSA would be set free. (Ash liked to see herself as the leader of all these down-trodden women). 

“MY name is Inspector Dhurandar Date!” the man bellowed. “Where’s the owner of this place? Do you have a license for playing music beyond 11 PM? Is ladki ne sirf chuddy kyun pehen rakhi hain? Aur woh usko fit bhi nahi ho rahi!  And why are all these women dressed like this? Kaay? What’s going on here?”  

Nana strangely, seemed relaxed once again…

End of Chapter 12
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!)