Chapter 20.
The ‘Model’ Princess.

Amrita was shit scared. She was a prim-n-propah girl, not unlike Diya. She wasn’t alien to the concept of sex, having ‘tried’ it out a few times, but for all practical reasons she was extremely orthodox. The guy that she’d lost her virginity to was still the only man in her life. Tonight had been a real shock. Her companion was right ahead of her, covered in ice-cream and looking a real mess. 

Fang kneeled and whispered to her: “You’re a delicate wench. Obey all that we say and I’ll try to keep you from being hurt…” he said and then added with a grin: “…too much.”

“Princess, what does one do with a Barfee?” Nana asked Amrita.

Amrita looked up at him and said nothing.

“Darling, you’d better answer…” Fang said encouragingly.

“Ummm…eats it?” Amrita answered in a small voice. 

“Excellent!” Nana answered. “Now you notice that  we have a Barfee right here! Covered with lovely toppings! So your first task is… eat Barfee!” 

Amrita just looked at him wide-eyed. Then she yelled at Nana caught her lovely hair in a bunch and dragged her under where Tara was tied. “This is not a REQUEST honey, it’s an order. Begin your dinner!”

As if an ominous sign, a large drop of melted ice-cream fell on Amrita’s cheek with a loud ‘PLOP’. 

“Darling, let’s begin quickly before the stage is a mess! Come on, lickie lickie little doggie, lickie lickie.” Fang said. His voice was jovial, but it had that hint of hardness that scared Amrita. 

“Please sir, let me go!” she begged. The next moment she choked. Fang had held her hair in a bunch in one hand. The other hand was below her chin. He shoved her face roughly into Tara’s chocolate covered muff.

“Eat it doggie! You don’t have an option! Eat it, or you’ll be sorry!” 

Amrita was struggling. She couldn’t breathe! Fang saw this, and to add to her misery, he pulled her head up and down and all around so that now her nose and her mouth were entirely covered with a mixture of Tara’s pussy juices and chocolate. 

Meanwhile, Nana had gotten rid of her ropes, so she was free, but she hadn’t any time to notice. But as a natural reaction to her strange posture, her hands went down to the floor. She was now on all fours. 

“Will you obey?” Fang asked.

Amrita did not reply. He was still trying catch her breath. Then she yelled! 

“Seems like our princess needs a little bit of tutoring!” Nana said as he struck her bottom with a switch. She yelped in pain again. She moved one of her hands towards her burning buttocks, but Fang stopped her midway. 

“You are our princess, darling,” he said with mock kindness, “you don’t have to rub your own bottom. My friend Nana will do it for you! You just concentrate on the job at hand. Or mouth rather. Lickie lickie, little doggie, lickie lickie!” Amrita seemed to consider it for a second, but another stroke of the switch and she immediately got down to her job. Her pink tongue shot right into Tara’s chocolate coated slit. Tara wasn’t immune to this either. Right from the first lick she felt shockwaves go up her spine. She was getting aroused and How! 

But Amrita was having no fun at all. She found the sweet and sour taste disgusting. Fang had pulled her hair back and held it in a bunch. He wanted to make sure she was actually licking the crotch. But what was making it most difficult to concentrate was the fact that Nana would crop her bottom once and then rub her ass cheeks most vigorously! Nana had lifted her kameez up and was rubbing her bottom thru the white pajamas. Amrita thought how degrading it must look, but tried to put that uncomfortable thought out of her head. She just wanted to get it over with. She was frantically licking Tara’s twat. 

Tara’s eyes were now closed. She was biting her lower lip. Strange sounds emanated from her half closed mouth. Suddenly Fang asked Amrita to stop. 

“Looks like Barfee wants to get off. Well guess what? I’m not going to let you! Barfee beg for it! Beg beg beg like the little street urchin you are! Princess, you will continue to lick her pussy, but make sure you don’t make her cum. If you do that, I’ll make sure you pay! Now begin!”

Amrita’s hopes were dashed. She had hoped that she’d make Tara cum and it’d be the end of this disgusting activity. And now this!  She began licking the crotch again. This time she even licked the inner thighs. Then suddenly, again, Fang asked her to stop. 

“Nana could you watch Princess? I have another task for her! I’m gonna frig your hole. Your task is to NOT orgasm. If you do, you’ll face the consequences! 

Amrita couldn’t believe her ears. Not only was she being made to indulge in a repulsive lesbian activity, now she was going to be ‘frigged’. And she didn’t know what ‘frigged’ meant! She had witnessed the horrible ice torture of Barfee, and was sure being ‘frigged’ (she was thinking of it as ‘fridged’) was some diabolic extensions of that punishment. So she almost yelped when she felt two fingers being shoved roughly into her crotch. They were fingers to be sure. Fang was already revved up, having successfully frigged Yana earlier that evening, and winning himself a cherry. 

He had half a hope that Princess would be a virgin, but the way her pussy was reacting to his frigging showed him that wasn’t to be. Amrita’s pussy was now juicing up. The pussy juices made a large wet patch thru her undies, on the pajamas. It was a wantonly lewd sight that gave Fang a raging hard on. 

It wasn’t him alone. Amrita realized that she was close to an orgasm as well. She remembered suddenly then, that she had been warned not to come. To drive her pussy out of her mind, she started to concentrate on licking Tara’s pussy. But this was making Tara go over the top. She realized to her horror that she had to make sure Tara didn’t cum as well. She started to lick Tara’s pussy very slowly. 

A sharp twist on her nipple made her scream. “No go-slow on this job Princess! Lick it good!” Nana warned her. Amrita increased her frequency again. 

She tried to drive out all thoughts from her mind, but her body wasn’t listening. As was bound to happen, all the material of her cotton undies rubbing against her inner walls had its effect. With a loud “OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDD!” Amrita orgasmed. She first shivered, then she rocked and she fell flat on her face, her entire body still throbbing. 

In the final moments she had lost all control and licked so hard at Tara’s pussy that Tara screamed as she had an earth shattering orgasm. The X that she was fastened to, rocked so much that Nana had to hold it so that she didn’t fall along with it. 

Once their big O was over, both Tara and Amrita had their heads hung, their bodies famished. Then they heard claps. The Bogeys were clapping, as were Fang and Nana.

“Fabulous performance from both of you! Nothing like two young babes orgasming! But Princess, you failed on both counts. You must be trained further…” Nana said cuffing Amrita’s  hands behind her back once again. “But we’ll deal with you later… Scrunt just told me that she’s finding her job a tad too heavy. We need a new clean-up slave. Barfee I nominate you for the job!” 

“And I second that!” Fang agreed. 

“What JOB?” Tara asked pertly. Her orgasm subsided; she was feeling a little cocky once again. A flick of the switch across her bare midriff had her screaming. 

“Never speak unless asked to. Don’t you know anything slut?” Nana said, “But since you’ve asked, and I’m such a nice person, I’ll answer your question. The job of a clean-up slave is… well… to clean-up! The clean-up slave is the local janitor. She cleans up whatever mess others create. Sometimes with her hands… and at other times with her mouth! To give you an example, we’ll pick today’s day for Scrunt, you know her better as Bipasha. Today was a typical day. Scrunt cleaned the toilets, wiped the furniture, and basically made the house nice for us. Then later she gave Pussy, Diya to you, an enema, cleaned out her ass. Later she sucked all the cum out of Pussy’s bunghole. She’s very efficient as you might understand… but the poor girl needs help. So we have chosen you to help her. You will of course take up the dirtier jobs… the toilets, etc.”

“I will do NOTHING of the sort!” Tara assured Nana. 

“Oh, really? Not even after you’ve tasted Scrunt’s gift for you? Show her Scrunt!” Fang ordered. 

The sight made Tara baulk. Bips had a plate in her hand and on it was a dark-greenish yellow lump. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it could be. 

“HiteshBhai, your producer, produced this about half an hour ago…” Fang told her, “He wants you to eat it. We think it’ll be a splendid start to your career with us! Scrunt, feed Barfee!”  

Tara now tried at her bonds with a new found fervor. She’d rather die than be made to eat shit! The JerkPots were beginning to gag again. Most of the men had forced down their Pot’s head on their cock. They knew this was a pervert’s paradise, but that it could get so twisted was beyond them. 

Bips brought the plate closer and closer. Tara, realizing that she couldn’t free herself, turned her head away. She was definitely not going to be doing this. She would not touch human refuse. 

Scrunt seemed to have no problem handling it though. Seeing that Tara had turned her head Bips picked up the gob off the plate and smeared it all over Tara’s face. 

Tara went silent suddenly. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Bipasha’s face. Bipasha was now grinning widely. Fang and Nana started to laugh. 

“It’s baingan bharta Barfee! What did you think it was?” Fang said loudly. The audience was stunned! They went perfectly silent, but soon a snigger or two was heard, a general murmuring and then everyone began to laugh loudly! 

“You didn’t really think we’d put our excreta on your face did you? You look so shit in any case!” Nana guffawed. 

“Won’t you smile at our little joke Barfee?” Fang asked a still shocked Tara, the switch in his hand menacingly closer to her tits. Tara forced a little smile. Fang clapped: “That’s our little girl. She enjoys being humiliated. She likes our disgusting jokes. I think she’s now ready to be included in the BSA. But the dirty face… that’ll have to be cleaned up! Now where am I going to find a rag? Oh here’s one on Princess’ body! Does anyone think Princess needs clothes?”

A huge collective ‘NO’ was heard. Nana grabbed Amrita by her hair and pulled her up. Amrita screamed at such rough treatment, but the men just ignored her. Once she was standing up, without much ado, Fang tore her Kameez right thru the middle. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her, the Kameez wouldn’t come off, but it looked like an open bathrobe. Fang looked at Amrita’s chest and was struck by how boobilicious she was. Her cotton-bra was definitely two sizes too small. 

“Ashamed of your nice puppies?” Fang whispered into her ear. But for the present the Bogeys weren’t interested in her boobs. A lot of the JerkPots gagged together as the men cummed at the sight of Amrita’s pajama crotch. A large wet spot was on it, as if she had peed, but thanks to the stickiness of her own lubrication, the pajama material was pasted over her pussy mound. Through the translucence her underwear was clearly outlined. A wanton sight combined with a very innocent face, Amrita looked like a little girl who’s been caught masturbating. Fang stood admiring, when a voice shot out from the audience: “Arrey dekh rahe kya ho, Uttaro uska salwar! Dikhao uski chuddy!” 

Fang unknotted her Salwar strings and it fell to her feet. A spontaneous applause was generated as the men beheld her white cotton underwear with a large wet spot.  The thin material outlined her pussy lips forming a slick camel-toe. Fang motioned to Amrita to step out of her pajamas, and she did whimpering, but not screaming. 

“We are auctioning this wet Salwar. The buyer will be allowed to wipe Barfee’s face with it!” Nana announced. He had now let go of Amrita, who stood with her head hung. “Bidding starts at 10 Rand.” 

“20!”

“30!” 

“50!” 

…

The bidding finally ended at 200 Rand. Nana was surprised. That was the kind of money men spent to have a one hour “Fuck-what-you-can” session with some of the lesser stars like Genelia and Isha. The men were definitely very horny today. 

Jitinbhai Gala, who was the highest bidder, strode up to the stage like a maharaja. He took the salwar from Nana and cleaned up Tara’s face thoroughly. Tara didn’t enjoy it much though. Jitin had purposely used only the crotch of the salwar for the clean up and now Tara smelt her face as a mixture of the musty smell of Amrita’s juices and the dank smell of Baingan Bharta. To add to her misery, Bipasha was now putting a metal-studded collar around her neck. Not only was it intensely uncomfortable, she couldn’t figure out why she had been chosen to wear one, when the only other girl she could see with it on, was Bipasha herself. 

“GET THAT FUCKIN’ THING OFF ME!”  she yelled at Bips. There was a hush in the audience. Everyone went silent. All eyes turned towards Tara. Bips had, of course, paid no attention, and had firmly secured the ‘Schocker’ in place. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” Tara screamed as she felt the first blast from the Schocker. The cross shook violently as her body convulsed with the flow of electricity. 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” she screamed again, as Bips pressed the knob on her remote once more. 

“You’ve got mighty lung power for a tiny packet like you!” said Nana, walking up to the panting waif. “Now I ask you once more… will you behave? Scrunt has had a belt on her neck for a pretty long time now… she wants to try it out on someone else for a change… She could keep shocking you till morning. Now I give you a choice… become her assistant, or keep getting charged up!” 

As if to make the choice simpler for her, Bips gave a short jab on the remote, eliciting another long howl. 

“AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO IT! ANYTHING! JUST STOP TORTURING ME!” Tara screamed.

“Good Choice Barfee!” Nana said, “Men, release her!” 

Two burly men got on to the stage and released her bonds. As soon as her hands were free, Tara made for grab at her neck trying to remove the diabolical collar. The next second she was on the floor writhing in pain. 

“Don’t try to be funny Barfee. Why would you want to take off such a pretty dog-collar? Besides, you must learn never to throw away a gift your masters give you. Now will you behave, or must Scrunt use more persuasion?” Nana asked.

“NOOOOO! I’ll behave, I promise!!!” Tara beseeched. 

“Then on all fours, and follow Scrunt. She’ll show you your new duties. Now off with you!” Tara got up on all fours. Bipasha walked off the stage, Tara tailing her. Nana smiled, another slut broken, another trophy for the BSA! 

Bipasha was walking in the direction of the common block of toilets. Suddenly she screamed and fell down. Fang turned in her direction. He had his fingers on the remote that controlled Bips’ Schocker. “Slaves always move around on all fours Scrunt. Of all the girls, you should know that! You’re always scraping bottoms… oh, I mean scraping the bottom!” he jeered. 

Bips who was used to such treatment merely got on all fours and started crawling. But Tara looked at the men with abject horror. But she realized quickly enough that she could be the next one screaming for being a laggard, and crawled quickly to catch up with Bips. It was truly a sight to behold. Two women with wonderfully sculpted bodies crawling on all fours, each with a dog-collar in her neck. Their colours contrasted however, one ebony black, and the other a lovely peachy white. Nana was already thinking of a “Day n’ Night” Match. 

With Tara having exited, Amrita was left sandwiched between the two men. Now all eyes trained on her. She stood deliciously semi-naked, with her kurta torn open, and dressed in flimsy underwear. 

“You’ve seen the collar that Barfee wore, Princess. Now unless you want to be treated similarly, you’ll listen to us and follow our instructions. Clear?” Fang asked.

Amrita nodded. Fang motioned to Nana, who took off her cuffs. Amrita let her hands fall by her side. 

“Hmmm, no fighting, you learn quickly, pretty one. Now off with the dress!” Nana barked.

Amrita quietly removed the kurta and let it fall to the floor. 

“The bra…” Fang demanded. 

But this time Amrita wasn’t so compliant.

“Bra or the Schocker…” Fang reminded her of her choices. 

Very reluctantly and slowly Amrita unhooked the bra and let it fall as well. Her tits sprang into full few. Fang was right. She had in fact kept them suppressed. Now minus their obtrusive covering, they showed full and ripe. The breasts of a girl just out of her teens. They were big and firm, without even the slightest bit of sag. She had lovely nipples: very dark brown and round. They distinguished themselves completely from her otherwise white breasts. Fang could clearly see tan lines. Evidently these babies hadn’t seen much light of day. 

Many of the Bogeys had now left their seats and crowded around the stage to get a closer view. They now looked up at her like rapacious wolves eager for flesh. 

Fang couldn’t resist himself. He gently cupped the twins within his hands. As he gently ran his thumbs over the nipples, Amrita had to fight back an intense urge to slap the man hard. No one, not even her most lewd directors had taken such liberties with her. 

“Lovely! Beautiful! Soft, tender and yet oh so firm! Men, I’ve decided. Princess will be our Model of the month.” 

Dismayed sighs were heard from many of the Bogeys. They had all hoped for an auction, but now that was out of the question. In fact now she’d be out of circulation for a whole month! 

For, being a ‘Model’ was the best thing that could happen to a slave at the BSA. The BSA had its own line of kinky clothing. While all the Bogeys came to have a screw with their favorite star, they were often married men, or men with mistresses. They liked to buy the clothing designed primarily by Karisma for their ‘better halves’. (A few of them liked wearing it themselves… but that’s another author’s line of writing!) A ‘Model’ was used by the BSA to prepare their catalogue for the month. The ‘Model’ was the clothes- horse that would be featured n all the photo-shoots. Sure she had to keep a rigorous exercise schedule, but apart from that life was bliss. She’d be exposed to very little sexual activity, even by Fang or Nana. It’d almost be hands off. Sure she’d have to wear a chastity belt to appear truly turned on in her shoot, but it was a hell of a lot better than being auctioned to the highest bidder, and be screwed close to death thrice a weak!

The girls worked hard to be the ‘Model’ of the month. Indeed they were given points on the basis of customer feedback. The Model of the month was often decided by a margin as close as half a point. Fang and Nana decided incase of a tie, and were the only men with veto power over a points’ decision. They had a mutual agreement that one would not veto the other, so things ran smoothly. But in this case there was no conflict of decision. Nana fully backed Fang’s choice. 

The men were disappointed and began to queue up towards the Freebie room. Aishwarya would probably die tonight. But while the men were just disappointed, the ones truly livid were the slaves present. Riya, Karisma, Esha and Aditi who were around were positively mad. The only other time a ‘Model’ had been arbitrarily chosen was when Sunbeam (Lisa ‘Ray’) had been inducted. She was a big favorite with Nana, and now ran the BSA’s operations abroad. (Do you now see why she was an ‘escort’ in Bollywood/Hollywood? No acting required!). Riya and Karisma were both forerunners in the points-tally this month and this was a big blow to them.

Just as the first disappointed Bogey was about to enter the house, the men heard Nana call after them.

“A new package has arrived! You might want to see this. This one promises to be a treat!”

The Bogeys turned around. They saw a large trunk being pulled into the garden…

End of Chapter 20.