Chapter 6
The Training begins...

Diya was now dreaming... A mysterious man had killed Nana. He had removed her awful gag. Gently he ran a finger over her lips. Then suddenly she was with her mysterious lover... they were riding atop a horse. She had her hands around him. Now suddenly she was standing with her hands above her head, in that classy Aphrodite pose. The angelic lover was gently rubbing her quim. Diya was enjoying herself. Then she woke up to reality with a blood curdling yelp. Her crotch was on fire! She opened her eyes and stared at Nana holding a dirty rag with all her pussy hair plastered onto it. 

“I distinctly dislike WHISKERS on a PUSSY”, Nana grinned.

Diya noticed that her gag had been removed. At least that part of the dream was true. The angel though, was nowhere to be seen… Finding her gag gone, Diya made a heartfelt plea to Aishwarya.

“Aishu, please tell these terrible men to let me go! My cunny hurts like crazy!” (Diya disliked the word pussy, she preffered to call it cunny, like a small girl.)

“Hmmm… the beauty of female-bonding, just like they go to the toilet together. So you think Slave here will save you… Let’s have a little demonstration.” Nana said.

“Slave, come here”. Ash crawled to him on all fours. 

“You may look up as you speak. Who are you?”

Diya gazed with horror. Ash was her role model. She made every attempt to be like her, and here was her role-model speaking:

“I am a slave. A filthy, brainless, lowly being with no will of my own”

“Who owns you?”

“All men. I am a toy meant for men’s pleasure”

“What are you better know as?”

“A cum-receptacle.”

“What’s your aim in life?”

“To make my master happy and to serve his every want.”

 “Good Slave! I may be a little lenient with you later. Right now, get on your feet, and give Pussy here punishment number 42.”

“My pleasure master! How strong master? Will she pain?”

“No, just a little chastisement! Degree 1”

Diya watched with apprehension as Ash approached her. She couldn’t make any sense out of their talk. What could 42 mean? Degree 1? Diya noticed she was still parted like an inverted ‘Y’.  Ash walked past and behind her. Then without warning she struck a sharp slap on Diya’s butt. Diya let out a small yelp, but that was more because of the surprise than the pain. Then Ash struck again, but this time a little harder. Diya’s bottom had already been smarting from the spanking she received from Nana in the car. The new assault made her ass-cheeks take a lovely red hue. It seemed as if her ass-cheeks were blushing… But however cute it looked outside, the fact still was, that Diya’s ass was burning. Ash was spanking her butt like there was no tomorrow! Sure the blows were not very hard, but they were painful nonetheless. Diya was now grunting at every slap. When Nana was finally satisfied, Diya felt as if she was sitting on a stove…

“That’ll teach you not to be Hot-Ass Whore, Pussy!” Nana said. “But just HOW hot are you? We’ll soon find out… Say Pussy, do you know how they take the temperature of cattle?”

Diya didn’t know, and didn’t want to know either. All that she was sure of was that it boded something unpleasant for her.

Suddenly she felt something cold touching her ass-crack. The next second her ass-cheeks were parted, and the cold thing was plunged into her ass-hole… Not much, maybe an inch or two, but the suddenness made Diya startle, and she started gyrating,  trying to get the ‘thing’ out. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Pussy! Broken glass in your ass-chute could mean a lifetime of misery… and mercury covered shit don’t look so pretty either!” Surprise! Surprise! It wasn’t Nana who said this, but Hrithik. 

Diya stopped moving immediately! She realized they were taking her temperature by measuring it in her ass-hole! 

“You know Pussy, the most accurate temperature can be measured using one of your body orifices. And since you can’t give cattle and other animals the thermometer in the mouth, this is how we measure it!” Nana explained.

“Pussy’s temperature is just 2 degrees above normal, but I guess that’s because she’s such a Hot-Ass” Jackie remarked.

“Good, I think the name ‘Pussy’ has caught on… What say we call her Pussy from now on?” said Nana. “Give me the thermometer…”

“Hey what’s this? Brown goo on my clean thermo? Pussy, not only are you uppity… You’re also FULL OF SHIT!” Nana yelled… “Get Scrunt here! She’s going to help Diya get clean, both from within and Without!” 

End of Chapter 6
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!)