Chapter 13.
Anti’s establishment.

Shefali ran towards the inspector. It was a funny site, a fully grown girl, with jiggling tits, wearing a bonnet, dawdling clumsily towards him.

“Inspector these are very bad people. They were… they were… uh… molesting me…” she said, trying to word what had happened to her in the most decent way possible. 

“Yes Mr. Date, arrest these perverts! They have been forcing us to perform inhuman acts. As the top heroine in Bollywood, I order you to arrest them. I will stand as a witness.”

Ash was imagining all the publicity. She’d definitely go with this story to Bombay Times. She’d expose the five horny actors, she’d include Salman’s name too… she loved torturing him, and it’d be sweet revenge on Nana for making her suffer for so long. 

“That’s INSPECTOR DATE, Ms. Rai!” Date said. 

“What’s the bloody difference? You just do your job!” Ash replied snootily.

Date didn’t say a thing. He looked around. Everyone had stopped whatever they’d been doing. Everyone that is, other than Nagma… she was still hanging on to Maddy’s shriveled cock. 

Date walked up to her. She was on all fours her fat overflowing butt propped up. She hadn’t noticed the inspector coming, and was still engaged with Maddy’s member. She shrieked with sudden pain as she felt a hard strike from Date’s thick wooden stick on her plump bottom. A violet welt appeared quickly. She turned around immediately.

“Always respect men of the law!”  Date coolly said. 

Thorny had been following him around. Now she was desperate.

“Inspector, free us from these men…” This remark was met promptly by tight slap. 

“Children, especially babies, should be seen, not heard!” the inspector said. Shefali could guess something was seriously amiss. Ash wasn’t so smart though.

“What the hell is going on Havaldar? You can’t slap us! Do you know who we are?” she said. 

Date walked towards her slowly. The mop was still embedded deep in her ass. Then without warning he held the handle and pulled it upwards. The only thing Ash could do to keep her ass from tearing was to bend forwards. She yelped in agony. 

“That’s how easily you go from top to bottom Ms. Rai.” Date said as he continued to pull the handle upwards. The net effect was that now the mop-head was high in the air and looking like a dirty flag atop a post. It was hard to imagine that the other end was rooted deep inside a dainty ass like Ash’s.

“Nana, I think it’s time for introductions… these sluts are really dumb. And Ashwhoreya is a sad case of training! Your standards have slipped!” Date said.

“I’m sorry dude, guess I’ve been going soft on her… she’s the oldest one in the academy you know… been there right from the beginning…” Nana said half apologetically. 

“That’s no excuse… look at Scrunt… I trained her. Does she ever disobey?”

“No, she’s been a perfect slave today. Maybe you should take over Ashwhoreya…”

“I don’t do things for free. Got my merchandise?”

“Yeah…in fact, she’s just getting ready for her ‘item’.”

“Hmmm, but I’m going to need something more… you’ve really pampered this one…” he said jabbing the mop into Ash’s insides and extracting a painful howl. “I’ll need a bigger trade off… Maybe, Daphne?” Date smiled naughtily. “In any case, I bet this whore is dying to know who her new master is. Tell her!”

Nana began: “As you might have realized, Dhurandhar Date isn’t really my friend’s name. Try translating it… into English… Dhoor à Smoke Date à Teeth, FANGS! Yeah! You got that one right… it’s SmokingFang! He was the one who originally came up with the idea of having a BSA. His kinky brains work overtime to ensure that the trainees of the BSA never have a dull moment. He’s practically half our R&D department! This was just another of his ideas… to come in as an inspector. Now we know where some loyalties lie…” he said giving Ash a cold glare that almost melted her. “He’s normally reclusive, but agreed to be part of Diya’s training since he loves her hot ass. Anything I’ve missed Fang?”

“Nothing really, except that I love soft innocent faces which remain innocent, and HATE Ice Maidens! And fat cows!” he said, sneering at Nagma, “But where’s my tagdi babe?”

“Oh Fattie? Look there…” Nana said pointing to a corner. 

Fang roared with laughter to see Esha. Her chest now proudly declared: ‘SMALL TREE BIG FRUIT!’ with two arrows pointing towards either breast. Hrithik stood besides her smiling lightly. 

“Oh I almost forgot…” Fang said, “I brought you guys a present. I left it squirming outside the door… Anti, come in… Nana, meet the latest addition to our club…”

A tall lithe figure walked in. She was wearing a white cotton blouse that was two sizes too small, and no bra. Her plaid skirt ended two inches below her ass crack. If she bent even the slightest bit, her underwear would show. She came and stood beside Fang. But something was worrying her. She was fidgety, not able to stand still.

“What’s the matter Shilpa? Do you have Ants in your Pants?” Nana asked with a chuckle. Everyone else laughed. (At least the men did!)

But Shilpa couldn’t even muster a smile…because Shilpa very really DID have Ants in her Pants!

“Good slaves answer questions my dear…” Fang suggested firmly. 

“Ummm… yes Sir!”

“Yes Sire what?”

“Yes sir, I do have ants in my pants!”

Everyone in the room (yes the girls too!) stared at her. Whatever could she mean?

Looking at the perplexed faces, Fang began to explain.

“As you’ll know, Ms. Shetty is going through a bit of a patch these days. She’s having some trouble with the law. Yesterday I went to Ms. Shetty’s home posing as an inspector. I told her we had procured some incriminating evidence, which showed Shilpa cavorting with a producer known to be a front-man for a gangster. Shilpa immediately put on her coquettish airs and asked whether nothing else could be ‘arranged’.”

“She suggested having a ‘private’ meeting at her farmhouse a little away from the city. I arrived at her farmhouse in the evening. She asked me whether I’d have a drink. On my approval, she brought out two glasses of beer. The one meant for me was laced with a kind of drug that would make me lose my senses briefly, whilst making me horny as hell! It was nice setup, and had it worked, Shilpa would’ve accused me of molesting her. Sadly for her it didn’t. I asked her to get some snacks, and quickly exchanged the glasses.”

“Shilpa unassuming, drank the stuff, and was soon in seventh heaven. She slipped out of the silk gown that she’d been wearing and started fingering herself. This was just the lucky break I needed. I caught it all on tape, and then went back home.”

“This morning Shilpa got a copy of the tape, and a warning. If she went to the police, or said anything about this matter to anyone, she’d be the next big Indian Porn star after Anjali Kapur. A copy of this tape would be posted on the internet. Her career as an actress would be over. If she didn’t want that, she’d have to obey orders. She was to meet me at 10 this morning.”

“You wanna tell them what happened after that darling?” Fang asked Shilpa. 

Shilpa shook her head.

“Ah! Come on! You’re such a fabulous story teller! Almost as good as Ashwhoreya here!” The mop was still in Ash’s ass, and she was still bent at an unnatural angle. She grimaced as Fang tried to jab the rod in a little more.

Shilpa knew it wasn’t a request. It was an order. She began.

“I met Master in his office at 10. He asked me to strip, which I did, though I didn’t like it. He said my clothing sense was sick, and gave me these clothes to wear. I was surprised there were no panties. He then asked me to spread myself out wide. I lay down on the table and spread myself. He then produced a bottle of honey and poured it over my pussy, and into it. Then he asked me to turn around and applied honey on my ass and well into my ass chute. I was wondering what kind of strange kink this was.”

“Then he gave me white cotton panties and asked me to wear them. They fitted snugly and I thought that was the end of that, when he got out a bottle of black ants. Not the small kind but the big ones you find the garden. What we call ‘Mungda’. He poured hundreds of them into my panties and then sealed the top of the panties with duct tape. He did the same for either leg. I was ordered to keep the ants in there for the entire day.”

Then Nana broke in: “Any transgression of that order would mean that Shilpa would follow Pamela Anderson, minus the huge tits of course! We then contacted her film director and asked him to arrange a special dance shooting today, saying we were sure Shilpa would give her best shots today. I spoke to him later in the evening, and he said you wiggled your hips like you’ve never before! In fact Ganesh, the dance director said you did that ‘ishkan ishkan’ step even better than in the original song! He’s sure you’re going to be on all the hot ‘item’ numbers this time!”

It was true… Shilpa had wiggled her hips like never before, but it wasn’t because she wanted to get the best dancer award. The ants in her pants were constantly flitting around. They went over her clit making her randier by the minute. They crawled up her ass, the really inquisitive ones going higher and higher. And she wanted to pee sooooooo bad! But she couldn’t, because that’d mean either taking off her undies, which she dare not do, or else to pee thru the panties. She’d have chosen the later option, but she had been made to tell the director that she’d dance in these clothes alone, and none else. The director was only too happy to comply! In fact he’d changed the setting of the song from the desert and made it a rain dance instead. Shilpa knew this one song was going to make a big impact. The dance step had meant she had to split her legs. The skirt would ride up her thighs and lower part of her white undies would show. She might as well have danced in her undies, but she knew men liked to feel as if they had been given an unintentional peek. Her cotton top was practically invisible because of the water. Her pointy nipples were poking out and screaming for attention. 

And they’d attracted attention alright! The make up boy had dropped the makeup kit very artificially so that the skin colored powder fell all over her wet top. Then he had proceeded to make a show of trying to brush it off, taking ample liberties with her breasts. (Shilpa had been ordered not to tell any man off either, unknown to her, it was the beginning of her training as well. And the first rule was: obey all Men!). By the time he was finished, the powder had spread all over her breasts, make the top even more invisible, and her tits had been thoroughly mauled. She’d have peed in the water dance, but just as she was about to, the director called for a lunch break, and then had been with her all afternoon under the pretext of discussing the script. Somehow Shilpa couldn’t understand why the entire script had to be explained to her thrice whilst look at her tits, but she couldn’t say a word. Fang had always been close by, as part of her ‘protection’.

Then in the evening Fang had bundled her up into a car without telling her where they were going. But she knew that they weren’t going for a moonlight boat ride. It was likely to be more dastardly… and her worst fears had come true.  She had hoped Fang would be the only one to torture her… but there were many more men here, and judging by the various horrid postures the other girls were in she knew she was in big trouble. 

Many of the ants had died, being crushed when she’d sat, but the one that were alive were miles deep into her ass. Then it happened! An ant had run across her engorged clit. Shilpa fell with a thud to the floor, her legs not able to take the enormous orgasm that had hit her. Her feet were now half in the air as her hips bucked repeatedly. Her fists were clenched, her eyes closed. It was a far out sight. In fact the orgasm was so powerful that a few buttons had flown off the blouse, leaving one of her breast exposed. It was a whole two minutes before she finally stopped shaking. 

She opened her eyes to see Fang take a close-up of her wet crotch which contrasted nicely with the pure white of the underwear. Oh God! He’d filmed her again. She knew this was bad… because no one had forced her to have that orgasm (at least no one noticed by the camera, and what was she going to say in any case? That ‘ants’ had got her off? Who’d believe her?)

Nana was clapping. “That’ll make a fine demo tape for your future clients. You will no longer make money for yourself. We will decide whom to lend you out to, and the dough will be all given to us!”

“Ah! No money would mean no more nose jobs!” Fang quipped, “but don’t worry…you’ll have a nose job right now!”

Shilpa couldn’t begin to imagine what he meant by that. He hoped it didn’t involve mutilating her. These men seemed capable of anything. 

“On your knees Anti!” Fang ordered, “Scrunt give Hrithik a raise! Anti suck my cock! NOW!” 

Both Scrunt and Shilpa got on with their jobs. Their thick lips worked their magic and soon enough both Fang and Hrithik had raging hard-ons. Without saying a word both yanked out their cocks from the slutty mouths before they’d cum’d. Hrithik seemed to have understood Fang’s idea even though he hadn’t been explained to. Then both held their ramrods in their hands and put them at either nostril of Shilpa. Before she could protest, Anti’s nostrils were filled up with smut. The force of the cum being spewed was so great that her sinuses were now being filled. 

When they’d finished Shilpa felt sick. The bitter taste of the snot was slowly seeping into her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, and had to gasp for breath. Her head felt like she’d had a massive cold for the past ten days! She started to blow out her nose when she heard Nana order:

“Draw it in and swallow bitch!” They left her to fend for herself as they turned around to look at the ‘paint job’ that Daphne had finished…

End of Chapter 13
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!)

Shilpa Antz