Chapter 7
The Cleaning. 

Diya was shell-shocked. She couldn’t believe who was standing in front of her. Or rather she was sitting in a shitting position, with her hands on her knees: that dark but flawless complexion, that dark, curly, black hair; she could have well passed off as Cleopatra had she been Egyptian. But the real contrast was the red dog collar around her neck with gleaming metal studs. 

The other men were looking at ‘Scrunt’ with wanton lust in their eyes. None of them had actually acted with her, but they’d heard plenty of hot stories about this babe. They were all bloody jealous of Gulshan Grover. What was a prick like him doing with a babe like Bips? 

Nana broke the apprehensive silence that had set in. “Cunts and gentlemen, I present to you the second guest of the evening. ‘Scrunt’ used to be known as a firebrand Bengali. Her career was going great guns, and she was bossing over her boyfriend. Poor Dino had to make do with a single ‘Raat’ while offers were piling for Scrunt. She treated him like shit, and that’s when he came to me. She took some time to break in, but it was all my pleasure. You’ll soon see why she’s called Scrunt…”

Saying so, Nana took out a small device off a nearby table. It was a small rectangular box with a knob. Nana jabbed the knob, and Bips almost flew of the ground. She was yelling at the top of her voice, and struggling desperately to get her collar off. The collar wouldn’t budge.

“I present to you Screaming Cunt! Scrunt for short.  Every time I press this button, Scrunt gets the shock of her life. I call it the ‘Schocker’. Usually meant for steering cattle, my R&D dept. made some modifications to suit our pussies. Scrunt was the first one to be honored with this band, and I must say, the results have been marvelous. Her obedience level has risen to an all time high. The Schocker is a permanent fixture. Perhaps that will explain why you see her wearing polo-necks all the time. I’d love to go on, but we have a Pussy to train. Scrunt, will you help me clean up Pussy?”

Bips was still gasping for breath. She weakly shook her head.  

“Good! Then please bring equipment no. 27, 4 quarts please. You may stand now.”

Bips got to her feet quickly and went out. She soon returned with a tube with clamp at one end and four translucent bags of some kind of liquid. 

“Get Pussy down! Get her down onto her knees.” Nana ordered. 

Jackie and Johnnie moved into action and lowered Diya. Diya was now resting on her knees. This came as some respite to the pretty girl. Her calf muscles were still aching from her legs being pulled apart. But she didn’t know that her respite was only temporary. 

“Scrunt, you know what to do! Get Pussy clean!”

Bipasha knew what to do. She moved behind Diya. Then with two fingers of her left hand, she parted Diya’s ass cheeks. The enema nozzle was quickly jammed in. It wasn’t very big, but Diya let out a squeal. The other end of the tube was connected to one of the bags. Bipasha opened the clip near nozzle. The bag was held high above Diya’s head. As soon as the clip was opened Diya felt some fluid flowing into her ass. She started to struggle. A sharp slap from SRK left her started. 

“S-S-S-ali, hil mat!” he warned.

One quart had barely filled Diya’s ass, when the empty bag was removed and promptly replaced by a full one. The fluid was descending slower now. It seemed as if Diya’s ass was full. And of course it was! Diya had never wanted to shit so bad in her entire life. One and half quarts down, and Diya was sure she had had enough.

“Please take that thing out of me, please…” Diya pleaded. Nana just smiled. Then he motioned to Bips. With that Bips started squeezing the bag. The fluid, having no other place to go, filled up Diya’s ass. Diya’s stomach was churning now. 

“Never speak, unless you are spoken to. Remember that!” Nana smiled as he told her. “Guys, I think she could use a little more cleaning fluid. What do you think?” Everyone unanimously agreed. The second bag had been squeezed dry by Bips. She attached the third, but the fluid in the bag wouldn’t budge. 

“Scrunt, hold the nozzle in her ass. I have an idea.” Bips let go of the bag, and held the nozzle firmly in its place. Nana laid the bag on the ground. “Jackie, I think you’re the heaviest. Come here, and stand on this bag.” Jackie did as he was told. As he stepped on the bag, the fluid forced itself up Diya’s anal canal. Diya rent the air with a high pitched shriek. She was sure her stomach was going to explode and that she was going to die. 

“Oh look! Diya has a little paunch!” squealed Maddy. 

“You like the paunch Maddy?” Nana enquired. Maddy shook his head in vigorous affirmation. 

“Well, maybe you’d like to see how she’d look a few months pregnant!” Saying so Nana attached the fourth bottle. He almost jumped on the bag. Diya let out the loudest shriek she had till now.  “AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!” she screamed. Her paunch had become bigger. She was struggling now. That made her paunch jiggle. 

“Jelly Belly! Jelly Belly!” Madhavan jumped around. 

Diya was in a lot of pain. Bips had closed the nozzle clip, and removed the bag. Now all four quarts of enema water were inside Diya’s small belly. Cramp after cramp seized her, and she writhed in agony. If her belly hadn’t exploded, she wished it did! ANYTHING, to get her rid of this pain!

Nana came near her. He placed his hand on her inflated tummy. Then he gently patted, the tummy wiggled. “This will teach you not to be Full of Shit!” he whispered in her ear. Then getting up he ordered… Tie up her feet to the pillar. Ashwhoreya, get the trough.   Till then Scrunt, keep rubbing her belly! I want ALL the shit to come loose. I want Pussy to be absolutely Pure for Sure!”

Diya was again hoisted, and her legs were tied to two pillars. Her legs had been spread wider than the first time, but the rumble in her Bronx, made her ignore the pain. Her ass was suspended about three feet above the ground. Aishwarya had brought a big metallic trough and placed it under Diya. 

“Should we let her, guys?” Nana asked.

“No! I want to hear her beg… she turned down a film with me. Said I’d look like her father!” Jackie bellowed. 

“You heard the man, Pussy! Start beggin’!” 

“Please let me…” Diya faded…

“Please let you what, whore?”

“Please let me… s-s-s”, but the words wouldn’t come out from that prim-n-propah mouth. 

“Scrunt, I think Pussy needs a little more of that belly rub! Remember how the laughing Buddha showers with abundance when you rub his belly?”  Bips started to rub Diya’s tummy more vigorously. Diya couldn’t stand the pain. 

“Alright! Alright! I’ll say it!” 

“Say what, Pussy?”

“Please let me shit! Oh please let me!”

“Aren’t you forgetting who we are?”

“Please let me shit Masters! I beg you! Please! I’ll do whatever! Just release this fluid from my body! Please Masters!”

“Alright Scrunt! Take out the plug. It’s bombs away!”

Bipasha stood behind Diya, and removed the plug. An angry brown stream shot out from Diya’s ass, and directly onto Bipasha’s face! 

Nana started laughing. “You should’ve expected that! You’re being trained as a ‘Healer’! Now position her ass so she doesn’t soil the floor! Bips moved the suspended ass, so that stream after stream of stinking brown liquid fell into the metal trough. 

By the end, Diya was so famished that she hung limp in her bonds. Shitting out almost 4 kilos had taken its toll on the waif. Nana took pity on the PYT. He ordered her feet to be freed. Her hands were un-cuffed and re-cuffed behind her back rather than above her head. Her head was still held high by her tied hair. But those eyes were no longer giving a defiant stare. Nana knew he’d cracked the first level. He’d broken her defiance. But there was a lot more to be done. 

“Scrunt, clean up Pussy and leave…, and take the garbage with you.” Johnnie was hoping she’d clean Diya up with her tongue, but Bips merely wiped Diya clean with tissue paper, briskly cleaning her crack, but making sure it was absolutely clean. She then dragged the trough behind her and left.

“Gentlemen, I think it’s time to dress up Pussy again… but don’t worry, the dress will be more than exciting for you. And to dress up our little urchin, who better than the most stylish product of the BSA… Daphne! Ashwhoreya, please call Daphne…!”

End of Chapter 7
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!)