Unfinished Tales: The Packaging. 

“We live in a world where the carton speaks more than the contents, where everyone looks at the bright label and not at the ‘Contents’ column. Where it matters not how good the product is, but how well it’s packaged. Yes darling, it’s all in the packaging, all in the packaging!”

Diya looked at Karish. She longed to ask Karish what the hell she was saying, but had learnt from her experiences that evening that speaking without being asked to meant definite trouble. She just clammed up, wondering where she was being led to. She tried hard to push the thought of what was coming in the near future out of her mind, but it kept returning and every time she felt doomed. 

A few hours earlier she had been the toast of the party. Now she was on crawling on all fours behind a nude lady who was dragging her by a leash. Diya’s ass ached from the plume of feathers that had been thrust into it. But it wasn’t this pain that was bothering her. She had been auctioned, like some kind of animal, to the highest bidder. And Jackie had ‘bought’ her. What was in store for her she couldn’t even begin to imagine, but she had seen Jackie being accompanied by an ‘Overseer’ and so that meant Jackie intended to practice some sadistic streak in himself as well. She had seen Jackie not able to ‘rise’ himself, and knew that his frustration would bode very ill for her. Ideas flooded her mind even as she tried to keep them at bay.

They were now outside what she heard Karish refer to as Randigarh. The name inspired no confidence at all. But Karish was now handing her over to two men.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” Diya asked in a small voice. Then she shut her eyes expecting to be slapped.  But instead Karish only patted her cheek saying: “So attached to me already? Don’t worry, Mistress will be hear to train you when you come back from your renter. Then you me and David will have some fun.” Diya wondered who David was. Karish now turned to the men. “Package. Confirm the specifics with Mr. Shroff. Long haul, so pack her tight.” Then bending she shook Diya’s chin and gave a grin, “And treat her nice!”. Why did Diya get a feeling that was just not going to happen? 

But Karish was off before Diya could ask her anything more. Diya was led past the door of the fence by the men. They seemed totally oblivious to her presence. She could well have been a dog that they were leading between them. 

“Let’s wait here a moment, I wanna have a drag…” They stopped with Diya between them, while one of them took out a packet of cigarettes. “Another new one?”

“Yeah, in fact I heard there are a lot more new ones added today.” 

“Who’s this bitch?” one said nudging Diya’s side slightly with his shin. 

“Diya Mirza”

“You DON’T say! I would have never recognized her. She’s so plain looking without her make up. And her bones are all sticking out! Why would anyone want to fuck such a stick?”

“One of the bosses has a thing for thin girls, gives him a boner to see bones!”

Both of them cackled in raucous laughter.

“Give me a thick Esha anyday! Ample flesh to fuck!”

“Shhh, we’re not supposed to refer to them by their names. You should say you like Fattie.”

“Oh yeah, screw the bosses, always want everything their way. I’m thinking of shifting to that other gang.”

“The Mamta one?”

“Yeah!” 

“I wouldn’t. Much better pussy here. We’ve even got Ashwhoreya!” 

“You fuck that old hag if you want to. I like my pussy young. Seen that Cyrusi female? I bet she’s got a screaming tight twat. Wish we had her here!”

“So why don’t you put a requisition? If it’s accepted you’ll be on the team that breaks her in!”

“What’s a fuckin’ requisition?” 

“It’s available in the office. Fill out a babe’s name, and a few ideas about what you want to do to her. If the bosses like the idea, they’ll add the babe to the BSA. So why don’t you do it?”

“I’ll think about it. Right now I’m saving up my Rands for a session with Esha.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to call her that? Call her FATTIE!”

“Alright! Alright! What’s this cunt called?”

“Pussy.”

“Pussy eh?” The man dropped his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with his shoe. Then kneeling in front of Diya, he held her face in his palm. “Pussy meow for me, come on Pussy meow for me.”

Diya’s lips were sealed. The man reached out under her and grabbed her tits, one in each hand.

“Ou! Ow!” Diya squealed.

“Not Ou! Meow! Say Meow or I’ll report you for misbehavior.” 

“Meow! Meow! Meow!” Diya squealed. It was not so much the fear of being reported that prompted her to obey, as much as the painful handling of her breasts.

“Quit playing with the merchandise!” the other man, who was still standing, reprimanded. “Let’s get her in quickly, these bony ones are a pain to package.”

“Just having a little fun with Pussy. But you’re right; we’d better get in quickly. Now Pussy I want you to meow till I tell you to stop. And make it sound authentic. If you don’t do it properly, I’ll wallop your bottom before I package you. And a sore bottom is one thing you don’t want when you’re packaged. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Meow! Meow!” Diya began. She wanted to avoid any more punishments at all costs. With a tug on her leash, the men now led her towards Randigarh. 

Luckily for Diya their destination wasn’t too far away. Her knees were sore from crawling and she hoped she wouldn’t have to crawl much more. 

The men led her to a room which announced itself to be the “Packaging Room”. One of the men opened the door, while the other dragged Diya into the room. The first man shut the door and locked it. 

Diya looked around the room and her eyes grew wide. There were metal cages of all sizes and shapes here. Most were rectangular and seemed too small to hold a human. (As she realized they must.) But there were others which were in shape of a sphere, a cone, and even a cage shaped like a bird cage hanging from the ceiling high above her! She screamed out loud as the plume of feathers was pulled out of her ass roughly.

“Oh hell! We forgot to take specs! We’ll have to go to the office to find out.”

“So let’s go then! Where’s the problem?”

“What do we do with Pussy?” 

“Why, give her a task of course!”

“What task?”

“Let me think!” The non-smoker now kneeled beside Diya. He scratched his head while examining her. Then suddenly he smiled broadly. “Pussy have you seen a pussy-cat?”

“Yes sir. In fact I have two!” Diya told the man. She hoped they were making conversation, and that that way he would give her some easy ‘task’.

“Very good! Have you seen your cat clean itself?”

“Yes sir!”

“How does he clean himself?”

“‘She’ sir, I have a cat! She cleans herself with her tongue.”

“She cleans everything with her tongue? Everything?”

“Yes sir, every….” But Diya’s voice drowned as she realized what this must mean. She just looked at the man with pleading eyes.

“You seem to have got it, you scared little mouse! I want you to clean you pussy with your tongue. When I come back, I want to see you licking your cunt with your tongue, with your legs spread out wide. Just like a cat.”

Diya just stared at him. 

“Begin NOW!” the man bellowed. “If you’re not licking your pussy by the time we come back, Pussy you’re in BIG trouble!”

The two men left, closing the door on their way out and locking it. Diya was now left alone. The silence around her was stifling. The color of the room did nothing to raise her spirits. IT was a dull grey that went with the metal of the cages. 

Diya wondered what to do. Then praying very hard to Allah, she ran to the door and tried the lock. No use. It wouldn’t open. She twisted it again, harder this time, hoping it would give. She fell back with a shriek. The door knob had given her a massive shock!

Suddenly loud raucous laughter filled the room. She recognized the voice to be Nana’s. “TRYING TO ESCAPE CUNT? THERE’S NO ESCAPE FROM THE BSA. NOW GO BACK TO YOUR TASK! HE! HE! HE! HE! HE!” the wicked voice guffawed. Diya noticed that the lights in the room had suddenly turned red, giving the place the look of a dungeon from the medieval times. 

Diya was scared now. She realized that the lighting change was probably to indicate her goof-up. She knew she was in big trouble. The only way she saw to temper the situation somewhat was to actually perform the task she had been given.

Diya had been a cheerleader at school so she could spread her legs out really wide. She now sat on the floor and began parting her legs. She spread them wider and wider till they were almost in a straight line. Diya noticed that this exposed her recently balded pussy rather openly, but she was too scared to care about how lewd it looked. Having spread her legs as wide as she could, Diya now began to bend in front, and tried to bring her head as close to her pussy as possible. Her tongue was out now, and she was trying very hard now to reach her pussy with it. But while the tongue came tantalizingly close, it would not touch the pussy.  

Diya tried to bend forwards even more, making her back ache, but her wish to avoid punishment still kept her going. Her tongue was now only about an inch off her pussy. 

The men walked in. Diya noticed them look up at the lights, and instantly their jovial expressions gave way to hard faces, and both men knitted their brows. Both were now looking intently at her. 

“Pussy did you complete your task?” One of them asked. His voice was calm, but the strain in it showed. 

“I’m trying sir!” Diya replied telling the truth.

The smoker walked up to her and then grabbed her head by the hair and pulled it behind. “At the BSA we don’t ‘try’ things. We either do them or we don’t. So have you completed your task?” 

“No Sir…” Diya submitted weakly. 

“Perhaps if hadn’t been trying to run away, you might have succeeded.” The non smoker said sharply. 

“But I did not try to escape sir, the light suddenly changed and I heard a loud voice. I was only trying to do my task.” Diya tried her best to make her lie sound real. 

“She’s lying, sir!” A voice suddenly came from above. Diya and the men looked up. A girl wearing tight leather wear and a mask was now standing inside the birdcage and looking down at them. 

“Thanks Creamika. But we knew she was lying in any case. Things never just happen at the BSA. Where did you tell that chut Arbaaz you were today?” (1)

“Doing a TV show with Cyrus sir!” 

“Isn’t he the one that’s rented you today? Oh TV show? He’s going to dress up in his wife’s clothes again? I guess TV stands for Transvestite? Very creative! ”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, all the best. I heard his penis is smaller than his sense of humour! Have fun! Now rest. You’ll soon have your feathers back.”

“Thank you sir.” The girl said, but Diya noticed a slight hesitation in her last reply.

“So Pussy,” the smoker said, grabbing Diya’s hair again, “You first try to escape, then you lie? And you haven’t completed your task either. What do you have to say to that?”

“I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” Diya replied trying to remember how she got out of difficult situations in school. This was like a nightmarish school alright! Then she suddenly remembered her ultimate trick in school. She put on a dazzling smile. That floored almost any of her male teachers from 20 to 60. 

But this time she was slapped hard! “Which part of what you did was funny Pussy? Why are you smiling like an idiot? Shut your fuckin’ mouth or I’ll knock out all your teeth!” 

Diya shut her mouth immediately, but not before she had been slapped twice more. 

“Hey Rajesh, check the list. Find out what this female hates most.” The non-smoker said to the other. 

Rajesh picked up a flip pad. Turning its pages he underlined something. “Sam, it says here she hates giving blow-jobs…” 

“Excellent!” said Sam. “Pussy, here’s what you’re going to do as your punishment: You will suck both Rajesh and me at the same time. YES! Both our cocks in your mouth at once! And when we blow, as I promise you we will, you must drink every drop of semen in your mouth. If you don’t I’ll flog your backside till it bleeds and then rub salt into the wounds! Now open up! And open wide! Rajesh, let’s give it to the cunt!” 

Diya was mortified, but knew she had no choice. She opened her mouth wide. But her wide wasn’t wide enough for Rajesh. He put yanked her mouth open with his fingers. Diya screamed, but her screams were muffled by Sam’s cock which filled her mouth and slid a little way into her throat. Rajesh was not only larger; he seemed to be sweating a lot as well. His cock reeked and Diya felt sickened as he began to fill her mouth with it. 

But very soon she had forgotten about the smell. Diya’s mouth was small (which was so very cute!) and not it had to expand around two large cocks, a task which it was refusing to do! As Rajesh pushed more and more of his prick in, Diya began to panic. She had only recently adjusted to the idea of oral sex, but this kind of double whammy she wasn’t prepared for! Her eyes grew wide and she began to gurgle her protests. She lifted her hands to push the men away. 

Rajesh had lit another cigarette. (The BSA had no non-smoking areas.) Seeing what Diya was about to do, he brought the cigarette very close to her face. “Push either of us away and I bury this in your face! Don’t mess with me Pussy!” Diya immediately put her hands down. 

Rajesh seemed to be revved up now. With one big push he drowned his cock into Diya’s mouth. Diya screamed, she was sure her lips were torn at the sides.

“Ah! That felt divine! Let’s make her scream some more! Look! I can almost outline my cock in her mouth!” Sam said, running his finger over the bulge of Diya’s cheek. 

Then Diya screamed once more, but this time out of genuine horror! Sam had pushed his stubby fingers into her nostrils, cutting off her air supply. Her mouth was too full to breathe through. Diya began to thrash around with her hands, and shook her head violently.

“Yeah baby! That’s the way to do it!” Rajesh said. Diya’s throat was now constricting around his cock. Finally just as she was about to faint, Sam removed his fingers and let her breathe. Her breathing however had a strange effect of milking on the men’s cocks with her mouth and throat. Sam seemed to notice this and plugged Diya’s nose once again. 

When the same thing was repeated a few more times, the men were ready to blow. Rajesh who had been most boisterously noisy till now, went quiet suddenly. He whispered something to Sam. Had Diya’s eyes been open, she’d have noticed the wide grin on Sam’s face.

“Pussy!” The men said in chorus. Diya opened her eyes and looked up at the men. “We are both going to blow now. But there’s a modification in your orders. You are NOT to eat the cum. You will hold it in your mouth till we tell you to.”

Diya’s heart sank. She had hoped to gulp down the foul tasting cum. She still hated the taste and the evening had done nothing to change her view. Now she was being asked to hold it in her mouth! Why couldn’t she just pass out? Why couldn’t she just die instead of this humiliation?
 
But her time for contemplating all this was short. As the men had said, their cocks pulsated and burning hot cum shot into Diya’s mouth. The men had pulled their cocks out a little so that the semen didn’t go straight down her throat. 

It seemed to Diya that the men would never stop cumming. There was already too much cum in her mouth and the men were still shooting. A little cum now dribbled from the side her mouth onto her chin. Diya was half afraid that the men would punish her for that, but they didn’t seem to notice. 

At long last both men pulled out of Diya’s mouth. Her mouth was now full of sticky white cum. Diya heaved and it seemed she’d vomit out the cum onto the floor. But she checked herself just in time. Diya had a new mission now. She wanted to get the hell out this hellish place. Once she was with Jackie, she figured, she could work something out. Give him a role in a film or something. Since his career was in the dumps, she knew he wouldn’t refuse. But all that would be once she was out of here. Things here seemed to get only worse and worse! Diya didn’t want another punishment and so she remained on all fours, with a mouthful of cum. 

The men had zipped up and Diya heard a creaking sound…

End of UT: Packaging Part 1. 

(1) ‘Chut’ here, is to be pronounced to rhyme with ‘hut’. One of the peculiarities of diction at the BSA. 

UT: Packaging, Part 2

Diya looked up at where the sound was coming, and saw that Malaika’s cage was being lowered. Diya could not understand why. Diya wanted one of two things: either she could spit the cum out or swallow it. Carrying it in her mouth was simply too horrid. 

The men took their own time to settle the birdcage Malaika was in, onto the floor. 

“Creamika I’m going to let you out now. You’ve been here long enough to know not to try anything funny. Crawl out!”

Malaika shook her head in assent. Sam unlocked the door of the cage and lifted it up. 

Malaika crawled out. She looked pretty stunning. Her jet black hair was tied in a high pony. She had taken off her mask and the little baggies under her eyes only accentuated her sultry looks. Her lips had just the right amount of gloss, and her face shone with shimmer. Her tiny breasts had been made to look big by an excessively tight halter neck top. She wore the tiniest leather thong that Diya had seen. Perhaps the only thing that was out of synch was the bloated stomach. 

“Stand!” Rajesh ordered both the girls. Both the girls obeyed. It was quite a contrast. Malaika was a petite 5 ft 3, while Diya towered her at 5 ft. 9. 

Sam ran his hand over Malaika’s swollen belly. Diya noticed that Malaika winced slightly and bit her lip. 

“Due soon?” Sam asked Malaika.

“Yes Master.” she replied.

“Whose baby is it?” Rajesh asked grinning. Malaika remained silent. 

“Could be any of the thousands of pricks that have laid Creamika! As long as they don’t come out in a litter and start woofing, I’m sure Arbaaz won’t notice!” Sam said. Diya thought about the sentence and then her eyes went wide. But Malaika’s eyes turned to the floor and that confirmed Diya’s suspicions. 

“So how come you’re not on maternity leave?” 

“My last assignment before the childbirth sir.”

“Hmmm… You should be glad it’s going to be Cyrus then. Maybe he won’t fuck you at all! Maye he just wants a few pointers on fashion.”

“Get to the point Rajesh. We haven’t much time! We have to still pack Pussy and with the kind of specs we’ve been given, it’s likely to be a little time consuming!”

“Yeah okay!” Rajesh said. Then facing both the ladies, he said: “You both will now kiss. When you do, Pussy will unload all the cum in her mouth into Creamika’s. Creamika will then eat the cum. Needless to say, the kiss is on the lips, and we want to see some, no, make that a LOT of tongue action! You will keep kissing till we tell you to stop. And Creamika, no swallowing the cum unless the kiss is over. Is that understood?”

“Yes master.” Malaika said, with a kind of resignation that left Diya aghast. 

Horrified by what she was being asked to do, Diya looked at the men with her eyes displaying her shock. 

“Is there a problem Pussy?” Sam grimaced.

Of course there was a problem! Diya simply could not imagine kissing a girl on her lips, leave alone smooch her! She continued staring at the men.

“Are you suggesting that you WON’T do it?” Sam asked, angrier now.

Diya still said nothing. 

“AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIII!!!!!” Diya screamed. Her butt was on fire, quite literally! Rajesh had silently moved behind her and now held his cigarette lighter under her ass, with its flame licking Diya’s ass crack. 

In the moment that she had screamed, Diya had whipped around and in the process all the cum in her mouth had flown onto Malaika. Malaika now looked like a model from a Japanese bukkake film with cum splattered over her face and in her hair. Even as Sam looked, a large blob rolled down from her forehead and into her eye. But Malaika had been in the BSA for a long time. She made no attempt to wipe off the cum, she only shut that eye and stood still. 

Rajesh had Diya pinned face down to the floor by now. He cuffed her hands behind her back 

“I’m sorry master! I really am!” Diya had begun pleading. She knew she was in very major trouble now. “AAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIII!!!!” Diya screamed again. Rajesh had plunged two fingers into her dry butthole and was now pulling up her ass by it. 

“Thoda packing abhi karte hain!” Rajesh said, turning to Sam. “Woh Khaaz solution to dena…”

“Abbe pehle gloves to pehen! Nahi to khujlee karte karte mar jayega!”

“Yeah, gloves!” Rajesh got up and moving to a corner cupboard took out his required equipment. He donned a pair of gloves and threw another pair to Sam who wore them as well. Rajesh then moved towards Diya with a roll of cotton wool and a bottle with a clear yellow liquid in it. 

“Sam, isko theek se pakkad, bahot uchhalti hain saali.” Rajesh said, now wetting a swab of cotton with the yellow solution. Sam came up to Diya and semi-sat on her back while simultaneously parting her legs by the thighs, allowing Rajesh full access to her pussy and ass. 

Rajesh bent too, then parting Diya’s pussy lips somewhat roughly, he dabbed her innards with the cotton. He proceeded to dab her entire butt, paying special attention to her ass-crack. Once he was finished with the ass, he proceeded to shove the cotton piece into her ass-canal and pushed a finger after it, so that the swab was embedded deep inside Diya’s ass. Almost as soon as he was finished, Diya began to twist. She began to whimper, but as time progressed, her whimpering changed into loud complaints:

“It itches! Goddamit! My cunny itches like crazy!”

“Patience darling, patience! Your ass will soon join your cunt!” Sam taunted. But his words came true within the next few seconds. Diya wanted to scratch like never before! She struggled crazily, trying to get her hands free!

“Kyu raand? Gaand me jyada khujlee thi na?” Rajesh said, nudging her side with his shoe. Diya was too engrossed in futile attempts to free herself, to hear him. 

Sam and Rajesh watched Diya struggling for a few minutes, with wide grins on the faces. Finally Diya realized she couldn’t do much all by herself. She turned to the men and begged: “Please masters, please do something! This itching is killing me!” 

Rajesh moved in silence to a cupboard and brought out an unmarked bottle. “This is the only thing that’ll work as an antidote.”

“Please apply it master! Please apply it! I’ll do anything!” Diya begged.

“Of course you will! If you want this, then you’re going to have to kiss Creamika, just like we told you before. Will you?” Sam asked.

Diya thought about it for a second. “Yes… I … will…” she said very slowly and in a suppressed voice. 

“Didn’t hear you!”

“YES! YES! I WILL DAMN IT!” Diya screamed out. The itching had now grown to a feverish pitch and she’d do anything to get rid of it!

“Good! I’m going to free your hands now. You know the rules… nothing funny!” Rajesh released the cuffs on Diya’s hands. Almost immediately Diya reached out for her ass crack.

“Chhee! Chhee! That kind of thing should be reserved for the toilet darling! Stop digging your ass here!” Sam told Diya. 

Diya realized almost immediately how vulgar her action must look, and her prim and propah self took over for the moment. She moved her hands in front of her. Sam prodded her towards Malaika, who was still standing in the same pose, with cum all over her face.

“Let’s begin!” Rajesh ordered. Bracing herself, Diya held Malaika’s head in her trembling hands. (She winced a little as she touched the glistening cum embedded in Malaika’s hair.)  Malaika looked up to face Diya. Diya brought her face down, closer and closer towards Malaika’s. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine kissing a guy. But it wasn’t the soft kiss she expected it to be…

Malaika was now like a tigress in the heat! Arbaaz had refused to even kiss her since they found out she was pregnant. Now as Diya’s lips met hers, she held Diya’s head with both hands and pulled her face closer and closer, mashing her lips against Diya’s. 

Diya suddenly realized she had once again lost control of the situation! To add to her terrible confusion, Malaika now began to force her tongue into Diya’s mouth. Diya tried to push her away, but yelped miserably as her arms were pulled back and twisted viciously. 

“Kiss her back whore, or I’ll break your arms!” she heard a voice saying from behind her. Diya realized she had no choice. It all seemed so wrong! Her conservative beliefs told her that kissing a girl was just not done! She was not a lesbian! This was all dreadful! She’d go to hell for this sacrilege! 

The kissing went on and on! Diya’s lips were now paining from the prolonged pressure. She disliked having to French Malaika in the absolute, and yet Malaika seemed to have no problem at all! She seemed to find it as exciting as Diya found it disgusting. Moreover Rajesh had forced Diya to keep open her eyes and keep them that way throughout! A little of the cum of Malaika’s face got into Diya’s eyes, but Rajesh still forced her on. 

Malaika now drilled her tongue into Diya’s mouth. “Is she trying to force it down my throat?” Diya wondered. Malaika was making strange guttural noises.

Suddenly Diya screamed right into Malaika’s mouth and then pulled away. 

“You bit my tongue, bitch!” Diya shouted. 

“So you bite mine! Fair?” Malaika forced her most coquettish smile. (Which made Diya wince! How could a girl try to hook another girl?!). Her hunger shone in her eyes. Her face was flushed with lust. She began to reach out for Diya’s head again. But Diya pulled away her head in desperation. “No! No! This is wrong! I can’t do it!” 

“Tell her masters!” Malaika turned to the men and pleaded, hoping they would intervene. 

“Lay it off Creamika. Probably her first time with a girl. She’ll take it better next time!” Sam said, patting Malaika’s bottom. 

“Yes Master.” Malaika said, disappointed. She turned to go back to her cage.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!!” Diya screamed. Malaika had turned around in flash, landing a kick in Diya’s crotch with her pointed toed leather shoe. 

“BITCH!” Malaika hissed, and then stomped off to her cage, banging its door shut with a clang. 

Rajesh, who had been holding Diya’s hands behind her back till then, let them go. Diya slumped onto the floor fainted… 

End of UT: Packaging Part 2. 

UT:  The Packaging, Part 3

Diya was dreaming. She was at a photo-shoot, lying daintily on the rocks. ‘Contrasts’ was the theme. A fair, soft damsel over a hard, black rock. For some reason she was nude, but the sun shone down on her back and it felt wonderful. She felt the photographer lift her hands above her head, but somehow she wasn’t doing it herself. But the sun felt magnificent and she didn’t want to break the spell by protesting. She was feeling so nice, that the small itch in her crotch seemed to make her horny instead of bothering her.

Suddenly a man was rolling her up in a plastic sheet. But the man was smiling. His smile was bewitching and Diya let him do what he wanted. He was binding Diya tighter and tighter, and now it was starting to get a bit uncomfortable and the itch in her crotch had now spread to the ass, and that was getting a bit uncomfortable as well. But the man’s smile held her. She continued to stare at him, unable to move. 

It was getting hotter, and now there was a dirty smell. The image of the man began to fade and with a start Diya opened her eyes and returned to the real world. She looked around with her Bambi eyes and wished almost immediately that she were still asleep than having this nightmare! 

Diya was lying with her back on the floor. She tried to sit up, but realized that her hands were cuffed above her head and were fixed to a hook in the ground. The dirty smell was coming from a shoe that was now placed beside her face. She turned her head away and tried to look downwards. She shrieked in horror! Her boobs were gone! Or rather they had been forced back onto her chest! 

She started bucking wildly as soon as she realized what was happening. Her entire body was wrapped completely in plastic shrink-wrap! 

“Ah! Pussy is up!” clapped Sam, who now came up to her from over her head. She noticed one of his shoes missing. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Diya demanded.

“Why, packing you up of course!” Sam said with a chuckle. 

“Why the hell am I wrapped in Shrink-Wrap?” Diya shouted.

“To keep your freshness within, of course!” Sam said. There was surprise in his voice, as if he could not understand why Diya was asking so many questions.

“What the hell do you mean?!” Diya shouted even louder now. “AAAAAEEEEIIIII!” she screamed as her head spun to the other side. Rajesh had kicked her in her side. 

“Drop the ‘hell’, and stop creating a din or I’ll send you to Mr. Shroff with a few bones broken! He won’t care. A few ‘holes’ is all you are to him anyway! As long as those are intact he won’t care if you have a broken limb or two…”

Diya clammed up. This man meant business and she didn’t want to step on his toes.

“Good! Behave and we’ll be done packing you up in a jiffy!” Rajesh said. 

Silence made Diya suddenly realize how much her bottom was itching. It was itching all the more now that the bum cheeks were pressed together in the Shrink-Wrap. 

“Sir…” she began, then seeing no immediate reprimand she continued, “Sir, my bottom and pussy are itching terribly, could I have a bit of the antidote, please?” 

“Sure!” Sam said. The bottle of antidote was lying by her side. He moved to her pussy and then putting on an absolutely fake sigh, he said: “Oh, too bad Pussy, both your holes are absolutely covered up. We’d have to un-wrap you for applying the antidote, and that’d take too much time.”

“Tell you what,” piped in Rajesh, “We’ll pack this with you, so that Mr. Shroff!”

“NOOOOO!!!” screamed Diya desperately, “That’s not fair! You promised! You have to give me the antidote!” 

“I’d whip you for your impertinence, but we don’t have time! So I’m just going to gag you, so you keep your mouth shut! Rajesh hold this bitch’s mouth open.” Sam said. Rajesh did as he was told and soon only Diya’s whimpering could be heard. 

Then Diya heard a whirring sound and soon she was thrashing about. Her head went from side to side as the experience got more and more horrible. She began to scream her lungs out as the object of her horror came closer and closer to her pussy. The screams were merely muffled by the gag in her mouth and that increased her horror as her screams filled her own ears. 

Sam watched with satisfaction as Diya writhed and shook. He grabbed the blow-dryer from Rajesh and turned the full blast on Diya’s pussy. The hot air acted quickly on the specially formulated Shrink-Wrap, gluing layers of it together, forming a kind of plastic sheath over Diya. Moisture from Diya’s body rose and condensed on the sheath, making it translucent and making Diya look like a lamb chop at a supermarket.

Rajesh watched Sam working. Sam was truly a master. He moved all over Diya’s body, letting the hot air do its work. Every curve of Diya’s body was now reflected by the plastic covering her. Rajesh especially liked the way the pussy was outlined forming a lovely camel-toe. 

Diya now looked like Cat-Woman with a semi-transparent suit.  

“Hey! We forgot to pack her hands!” Rajesh shouted over the din being caused by the blower. Diya didn’t hear Sam reply, but saw Rajesh move towards him. Her lips were now aching from the extra large ball-gag that had been placed in her mouth. 

The noise from the blower stopped, and Diya could hear the men exchange a few words, but could not make out what they were saying. She heard one of them clap lightly and guffaw a bit, and then Rajesh walked past her to a cupboard near the wall. 

There was complete silence now. Diya heard the dull drone of an air conditioner. A little over her head she heard the door of the cupboard creak open, and Rajesh rummaging for whatever he was looking for. She heard his footsteps as he walked past her again, on his way back to Sam. Again the men exchanged a few words. 

Rajesh now walked to her quickly, and suddenly her world went dark! But this time she hadn’t fainted nor gone to sleep (how could she?). Rajesh had put a black cloth over her eyes. Diya struggled in vain to avoid the mask, but she could not stop Rajesh from blind-folding her. 

She felt her hands being unfastened and tried even more desperately to hit out at someone or something, but was soon subdued. She felt her body being lifted off the ground. She was carried some distance away and was laid down on the floor again.  

The floor was hard and cold. (‘Rather like these men’s hearts’ – flashed thru Diya’s mind). Her hands were fasted to the floor again this time she felt a straps go over the thighs and her abdomen, leaving her torso motionless. She struggled some more, but with her body being all wrapped up, there was little she could do but to scream into her gag, and pay attention to the horrific itching in her either hole. 

Suddenly she went quiet. One of the men, she couldn’t be sure who, was speaking to the other. 

“She’s strapped up, she can’t move. Let her watch this part!”

“But you know what a slight movement could do!” 

“Even more reason to let her watch, if she knows what can happen, she won’t move!”

“Alright, if you insist!” 

The cloth was removed from Diya’s eyes. She stared up to see her own reflection in a huge mirror directly above her. Jesus! She looked like a cock in a condom! Her complete body up to her neck was covered in a thick sheet of plastic. Even in such a condition Diya admired her pencil thin figure. 

She felt Rajesh shove two pillows under her head so that it was propped up and she could now see Sam stand at her feet with his hands behind his back. She didn’t like the sardonic grin on his face one bit. 

Then her eyes grew wide and she stopped her whimpering. She was literally shaking from fear now! For Sam brought his hands forward, and in them was a foot long very dangerous looking knife. 

Diya had seen these kinds of knives only in the movies, and even there they were blunt edged. But the gleam off this particular knife’s edge left no doubt about how sharp it was. It had a hooked end like a bird’s talon. 

Diya suddenly realized that Rajesh had removed her gag. At once she begged, and this time she was begging for real: “Please don’t kill me! I’ll give you everything I’ve got, EVERYTHING!”

Sam continued to grin and now Rajesh had joined him. They both looked down at Diya with unflinching eyes. Diya forgot all about her dignity, her pain, her beliefs.

“I beg you! Please don’t kill me!” She began to cry desperately, “I’ll suck you both! I’ll take up both up my ass! At the SAME TIME! Please spare me! Bhagwan ke liye mujhe chhod do!” 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Sam thundered at last, “Do you think we’d kill you? How crazy do you think we are?” 

Diya stopped crying and looked at the men apprehensively. She still wasn’t convinced. 

“We’re going to expose your pussy lips from under the sheath! And that’s what the knife is for! What a stupid whore you are!”

“Sorry sir!” Diya said. She had never been so relieved in life!

“Hmmm, you’re learning! Now here’s what’s going to be done, and listen carefully, one slip and you’ll get you clit cut off!” 

Diya’s blood pressure began rising again.

“I’m going to carve out the plastic sheath over your pussy lips to give them some fresh air. Now like I said, you better not move. One mistake and there’ll be an inch long gash in your pussy somewhere. Since we don’t make deliveries late, that’s exactly how we’ll ship you, with a bleeding pussy! So now stay very still!”

Saying so, Sam ran the knife gently over the plastic sheath. Diya lay still as a rock. The words ‘gash in your pussy’ had left her dumbstruck, and looking at the knife she was sure it could well happen. 

Sam worked quickly. Soon Diya could feel the cool AC thru the slit that he had made. Suddenly Sam plunged two fingers into the slit and pulled out Diya’s pussy lips. Diya screamed out loud! The slit was narrow and as her lips were pulled out the sharp edges of the plastic played havoc on the sensitive flesh of her pussy-lips. 

Sam paid no attention to Diya’s howling, and pulled out the pussy lips till he was satisfied. He motioned to Rajesh who abruptly removed the pillows under Diya’s head making her head land with a thud on the ground. Diya swore alluding to the men’s mothers and sisters, but the men paid no attention. 

Sam stood up to see his handiwork. Yes! Perfectly as he wanted. The pussy lips puffed out of the slit in the sheath like petals of a flower. 

But he knew the petals must soon be crushed. He motioned to Rajesh who fished thru his pockets to take out a most sinister looking pair of handcuffs. He held these in front of Diya to allow her to have a look. 

Diya went silent. The cuffs were most extraordinary. The loops of cuffs were joined in the middle by a short length of steel chain. It was what was dangling from each of the cuffs that made Diya’s eyes freeze. Each cuff had a chain dangling below it, and at the free end of each chain was an extremely evil looking crocodile clip. It didn’t take Diya very long to figure out where those would be attached. At once she began begging and pleading. 

But this time Rajesh and Sam didn’t even bother gagging her. If the whore screamed let her. They were already behind schedule. They had to make the delivery themselves, and at four in the morning that was not a very inviting prospect. They had planned on attending the Freebie tonight, but this delivery had spoiled it all. 

Rajesh first slipped on the new handcuffs onto Diya’s wrists, and then freed her arms. Before she could try fighting with her hands, Sam had kicked her onto her stomach. Diya wailed in agony as her pussy lips were mashed against the hard ground. The men were unflinching.

Her hands were pulled behind her back. Almost simultaneously she was picked up by her hair and made to stand. But now standing was almost impossible. Her legs, tied up in plastic, didn’t serve to balance her body at all. Sam had to hold her at the waist as Rajesh pulled the chains with the clips on them in front of her. 

As she screamed again, she felt a large cylinder of rubber being forced transversally in her mouth. The next second she discovered its use as she bit down hard on it screaming in animal shrieks. Rajesh had snapped the first croco-clip onto her right pussy-lip. She bit down even harder as the second clip was applied on the other pussy-lip. 

Sam let Diya fall gently onto the ground. He was glad he had remembered the ‘bit’ just in time. Had he not put it in her mouth, she’s have probably bitten off her lip with the pain, and that wouldn’t have done at all! 

Diya began to flail around her hands as much as she could but soon realized that this caused untold misery to her pussy lips. She realized with horror that even if moved her hands an inch, her pussy felt as if it was being stabbed. 

“Hmmm… stopped playing with your hands Pussy? Thought you would! We’re almost done you know? Want to give us both a parting blow-job before we cage you up?”

Diya said nothing. She was only whimpering now, too tired to scream. 

“Ah, forget it Rajesh. Who wants to fuck that filthy much-used mouth again? She doesn’t even know how to blow! They really should train these sluts before sending them out on assignments.”

“Yeah I know… but I heard that old Shroff fellow’s taking her for bondage activities mostly. Since he’s mostly going to beat the shit out of her, it won’t really matter.”

“In any case, we aren’t putting her in a cage. The specs said a coffin. Why do you think she’s dressed up like a mummy?”

“Oh shoot! Dumb me!” 

The rest of the details aren’t readily available. It seems Ms. Mirza was put into a casket of some sort and carried by the men to the destination… This reporter heard something about Ms. Mirza losing her sanity temporarily from the dreadful torture at Mr. J. Shroff’s den… Seen in that form she was signed on to play a mentally challenged girl in Khalidji’s Tehzeeb. So you see it all ended nicely. And like they say… all’s well as long as her end’s well!