Chapter 9
The Mad(dy) Cow.

“Guys, I think Pussy needs a little encouragement… so let’s have some more rubber-band torture!” Nana said. The others were only too pleased to obey! The bands started going ‘SNAP! SNAP!’ at once. Diya resumed her hollering. The others seemed to be enjoying it now. They took special pleasure in torturing her tits which were now looking like a big mesh of crisscross welts. They liked to here her scream. 

Nana of course had heard too many girls yelling to really be turned on by it any more. He was now sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed, with two of his cherished pets kneeling on either side. Both Aishwarya and Karisma had their heads in his lap as he lovingly ran his fingers through their hair. It made a classy sight: Two of the hottest babes in Bollywood, absolutely servile, being treated like pet dogs.

Suddenly he heard Diya scream, but it wasn’t the usual scream of pain, but of terror…

“No please… don’t fuck my ass! It’s still raw! Please!”

Nana opened his eyes. Madhavan had pulled up a chair, and was now standing on it with his weener out trying to push it up Diya’s struggling butt. 

Nana calmly got up, walked up to where Maddy was and kicked the chair away. It was a powerful kick, and Maddy fell on the floor with a thud. Nana caught Maddy by the collar. 

“Who gave you permission to fuck Pussy?”

Maddy looked scared as hell. 

“Zip UP!” Nana ordered. With some difficulty Maddy did. 

“You were invited here under the assumption that you are a mature individual. Such infantile behaviour cannot be tolerated. Guys help me tie up this horny juvenile.”

Maddy was soon tied spread eagle just like his recent target. 

“Aishwhoreya go get the Cow and a Crusher! And call Scrunt as well!” Nana ordered.

Aish scampered out of the room, and soon returned with a large fleshy mass. To others she looked decent, but to Nana she was as bovine as humanly possible. She was plump in every place possible, and Nana hated blubber. She came in on all fours, and her head was down. She dared not look at Nana. She knew he hated her and the only reason he had inducted her into the BSA was because the South Indian directors paid big money. Nana treated her like dirt. All the most warped experiments were tried out on her. The latest had been to inject a hormone into her system whereby she had been turned into a human cow, actually producing quarts of milk every day. 

“Cow, how much did you produce today?”

“Th-Th-Three litres sire”, she trembled as she answered, not knowing whether this would mean a punishment. 

The other men were looking bewildered. Produce? Litres? It all made no sense to them.

“Meet the first of our animals at the BSA,” Nana spoke, “Cow here is injected with a special lactating hormone. She gives us fresh milk for our tea every morning. She has successfully bridged the gap between humans and cows. She is normally allowed to only roam around on all fours. She has a strictly vegetarian diet since eating meat gives them the Mad Cow disease. She sleeps in a shed on straw and is milked regularly each morning at 5:30 by one of the other slaves. Once in a blue moon, when in fact she does have a shooting schedule, Cow, who used to be called Nagma, is allowed to walk on two feet. To avoid embarrassment the BSA R&D dept. has come up with special caps for her nipples. These prevent her breasts from spewing milk everywhere.”

“What happens when she’s not here? Who provides the milk?” Hrithik piped up.

“Ah! On those days we get one of our Madrassi buffalows. It’s not quite the same quality so we normally just use RA milk then.” Nana replied. 

“Aarey? You mean government milk?” Johnny asked.

“NO! RA stands for Rati Agnihotri! She’s our standby Cow!” Nana smiled.

Nana then bent down and squeezed one of Nagma’s breasts. A jet of milk was sprayed onto the carpeted floor. Nana smiled approvingly. “Cow is your bush gone?” 

“Yes Sire!” Nagma replied. When Nagma had been brought to the BSA, she’d had a jungle in her pubic area. Nana had used a hedge-cutter to cut through the growth. Nagma had been warned to keep that area clean. She now religiously shaved everyday, like a man, except lower!

“I’m pleased! So I have a gift for you. See Madhavan tied up there? YOU will MILK him today! Any questions Cow?”

“Master, may I use my mouth?”

“By all means. In fact you will use no other part of your body. Just remember, you have to milk him dry. Milk him till his balls turn blue. And this crusher will help squeeze out all his jizz. Aishwhoreya dress him up! Oh dear, just as I had expected…”

Maddy had been scared out of his wits. His jeans had a large wet patch. Maddy had peed in fright!

“Scrunt, take away his soiled clothes. And then get back here.” Nana ordered. Bips had been trained as an all-purpose ‘cleaner’ (or ‘healer’ as Nana called her). She had faced so much humiliation, that taking off jeans and jockeys which had been peed in seemed like a trip to Disneyland. 

She removed the clothes and went off.

Then Ash came up to Maddy. She gently stroked his semi-flaccid cock. The mere idea of the doe-eyed beauty touching his cock gave Maddy a raging hard-on. Quick as a flash Ash slipped on the ‘Crusher’. Maddy yelped in pain. The crusher was another of Nana’s ideas. He’d used it on countless obtrusive producers, politicos and ‘guardians’ of the law, who had threatened to shutdown his operation. 

The menace of the ‘Crusher’ was in its simplicity. It was made up of two parts. One part was a metal ring with pointed studs on its inner periphery. This was attached in the middle of the rigid cock shaft. Once in place, it’d not only bite down on the cock, but if the cock became flaccid, it’d scrape along the surface. This would cause such immense pain that the wearer would be scared STIFF!  The other part was a pouch made out of Lycra.  This pouch was so small that not even a ten year old kid’s testes would fit into it, but it stretched, to sheath the balls completely, whilst making life intensely uncomfortable for the victim. To add to the misery, there was a noose at the top of the pouch. This could be used to tighten the opening. Aishwarya pulled this noose tight. Madhavan felt like puking. He was about to when Aish stuffed his pee soiled undies into his mouth. (She had, unknown to him, asked Scrunt to keep these back). Aish knew that while Nana liked to here girls scream, a guy screaming was revolting to him. (she was such a good slave!). Having done this she kneeled beside Nana. 

“Go get him COW!” Nana bellowed.  

Nagma hadn’t had a man in months. As an animal, no one wanted to screw her, especially when there were other prettier animals to screw. In the outside world she was too afraid, lest someone ask why she wore nipple caps. (What’d she tell them? They were milk bottle caps?). Nana didn’t want any calves either. They were too much of a hassle, and Nana never ever touched a pregnant lady. Besides, Nana loved babies, and it made it that much more difficult for him to train the mothers. All the BSA slaves were on the pill, and checked thoroughly every week for any imminent signs. All this meant that Nagma who’d been at one time the horniest slut in tollyland hadn’t been allowed a fuck for so long. She almost ran on all fours towards Maddy. 

Maddy was crazed with pain, but Nagma paid no attention. She was greedily sucking the pole, making loud noises, not giving a damn to what the people around her felt. She was searching for the heavenly manna that she had missed. Maddy was grunting…

Nana now turned his attention back to Diya. This not-so-brief interlude had allowed her to rest. Nana was thinking of a devious idea for her, when she suddenly spoke. 

“Sirs, you don’t seem such bad people… Let me down, I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t run away, I promise. Please let me down!”

End of Chapter 9
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!)