Devika was a homely woman. She worked as a maid in the colony, working in quite a few houses. Known by all and loved by all, especially the men- despite being 37 years of age she had a figure that could rival models in that it was much more mature. She had eyes like olives and a fair smooth skin. Her double milk melons were 36d size and her blouse always had two healthy large bumps for her nipples. Her hips were full and curvy with the right amount of fat and her bubble butts were so prominent that everyone knew that she never wore any underwear. All in all she was just that- a sex bomb.
But she was a sweet,friendly, innocent and hardworking woman, respected by all in the colony. her husband had died soon after the birth of her daughter, who was 18 now and just as pretty and sexy. Except she was slim, almost petite. Devika and her daughter, Manisha, had been living there for quite sometime and nobody had any problem with that. Despite both of them being extremely attractive, men never bothered hem because this articular colony only had families, with wives, moms and sisters to keep the men in check.
However that was not the case with Deepak- he was single, a huge dark man built like an ox. His rough beard made him seem older than his 25 years of age. And he was the son of the owner of these flats, a very rich man. He was the typical spoiled child that always got what he wanted. He had his gang of friends- together they would smoke, drink, do drugs and girls. Deepak was expelled from his college for misbehaving with the lady teachers,despite several warnings. now he had just arrived in the city residing at his fathers flat.
And he wanted Devika, badly. And quickly, he saw something in her that none of the college sluts had. That innocence- he wanted to destroy it. From the moment he had seen her bent over on the floor, cleaning he knew she belonged to him. The sight of her arose the sadist in him and his erection twitched thinkin about all he would do with her.
He called up three of his closest friends, all equally rough and brutal as him- Rohit, Paul and Adarsh. Once they saw their ‘’subject’’ and all the privacy the flat at the top most floor offered, they greedily agreed to Deepak’s plan.
unaware of any of these happenings, Devika headed straight into the lions den that unlucky day of hers. The boss’s son had come to stay and she made it a point to clean his house everyday, even if she didnt manage to make it to the others. She didnt particularly like Deepak or the way he kept looking at her but sh had little choice. As usual she rang the doorbell and Deepak let her in.
‘’Wipe the floor of my bedroom’’
Nodding her head she headed towards his bedroom. The moment she entered it, a dark chill ran up her spine- on the bed were three strange men, smoking and drinking. As she stared at them, the greedily stared back, ripping away her saree with their eyes. Hey missed nothing- her hor glass figure and her juicy boobs struggling to break free from the confines of her blouse, her nipples threatening to tear through it.
‘’Get started!” yelled the voice behind.
Startled and very afraid she she turned to discover Deepak right behind her almost touching her. She backed into the room and Deepak planted his body at the door, blocking all means of escape. Trembling she took the wet cloth and squatted down and started wiping he floor, so aware of four pairs of hotile eyes on her bent body, that she fekt she was naked. She started moving along the bed,looking only downwards, shaking with fear at the eerie silence in the room. Smoke and the smell of liquor stung her nostrils.
Devika almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a large hand begin to pat and rub her pronounced bulging ass.
Devika immediately slid away and rose to her feet, with her back to the wall.
''Please, I am a mother, let me be'' she begged them, her face drained of all colour.
''Why? Mommies cant have fun?" it was Paul.
Rohit and Adarsh approached her from either side, smiling gleefully. her eyes darted between the two like an animal turned prey, which was all she was.
''NO! i beg of you plee--AHH!''
they grabbed her arms and tossed her into the bed, into Paul's waiting lap. Paul immediately laid his hands on her, all her fleshy boobs and ass jiggling about. The other two also hoped onto the bed and Devika was lost in a maze of arms grabbing her over sized assets. Her flailing arms did nothing to hinder theirs. Adarsh tugged at her pallu and it came off revealing their bitch's torso clearly outlined, the curves of her gigantic mammary so evident.They pounced on her like wild animals and forced her down and got rid of her sari leaving her in but a blouse and petticoat.
Devika was crying and sobbing out loud, begging and pleading with them but thats exactly what these beasts needed from her.
''lets get a bit organised here?'' Deepak who was watching all this announced. His friends nodded in acknowledgement.
Quickly together they held down a struggling Devika in a cross shape and tied her arms and legs to each of the four bedposts. Her rapid breathing made her bosom seem like two basketballs bouncing up and down, tears flooding her cheeks and running onto the bed as she cried like a little girl tugging at her bonds unable to budge even an inch.
"poor baby" Paul sat by her face bent down and licked her tears off her rosy cheeks with his rough tongue. The whimpering woman tried moving her head around to no avail, soon her face was covered with Pauls liquor smelling saliva.
''please let me please!! i wont tell any-" she was cut short as Paul spat right into her mouth and in her shock she swallowed his spit making the men to laugh and her to resume sobbing. She thought of Manisha and her home, praying that it was all a nightmare. But it wasnt, as Adarsh approached her with with a penknife sat on her stomach and slowly cut along the centre of her blouse. Immediately her spring loaded glands pushed the torn material to its side and popped free.
"HOLY FUCK!" "AMAZING"
It was a most beautiful pair of boobs indeed. Her frantic movements caused her boobs to shake and jiggle around like jelly yet they didn't sag to the sides, it was almost taut! and topping each of them were half an inch long thick dark brown nipples set in a 2inch wide aureole. The four men stood in awe staring at the physics of the tits of the bound and struggling woman.
''lets get to business folks!'' the four of them fully undressed and kept there clothes aside. Then each of them out on ski masks, covering there faces. Rohit produced a digital camcorder and started recording the events, the sight of which resulted in fresh sobs from poor Devika.
''stupid bitch il give you something real to scream about'' said Deepak... he took a lit cigarette and climbed onto the bed, blowing on it to make it glow fire. Devika looked on in horror as he brought it down and pressed the red hot tip into the milky flesh under her big boobs. She let out a blood curling scream as Deepak pushed the bit into her till it died and an angry burn mark was deeply left on her right breast.
''She is making too much noise'' saying so Paul headed to get two of their underwear to stuff in her mouth.
"no wait! i have a better idea!'' Adarsh disappeared into the washroom and returned with a mug, grinning smugly. He took the two underwear from Paul and put it inside the mug and then started pissing into it. Now all the guys were smiling realizing his intentions. Once he was done pissing into it,he approached Devika who had her mouth held wide open by Deepak. Using the edge of her blouse, Adarsh forced the two piss soaked warm underwear into Devika's mouth as his friend held her head in place. He emptied the remaining piss into the gag, took the tape that Paul was offering and stuck it across her lips. The piss gag was done and it would ensure that Devika drank Adarsh's piss bit by bit from the underwear. From the look on her eyes she could have thrown up any moment, but of course she couldn't.
Immediately the guys picked up from where Deepak had paused- all of them took lit cigarettes and started burning her boobs till they burnt a circle around each of her aureoles. As she moaned and shook in unbearable pain at the torture, the men had their cocks throbbing and hardening at her pain and their power. All the while Rohit was filming everything.
''Hey look! the cunt has got hair in her armpits, we need to get rid of it'' after a small discussion it was decided how this was going to be done. Paul cut two long strips of tape and stuck it in her armpit on the hair. And ten he violently tugged at it pulling it off as the guys watched in awe as a patch of armpit hair came off on it.
Devika was in pure agony. Never in her life had she suffered like this. Her breasts were stinging from the burns and her armpits felt like they were being cut away as Paul repeated the process till all hair was gone. Then the men burnt inside her tender armpits as she writhed and moaned in pain. Every time she moaned into her gag, a sip of piss would go down her throat into her stomach, its taste unbearable. She wish she could have died. But the game had only begun for the four men.
The men decided that it was now time for their victim to lose her last piece of clothing- her petticoat. Adarsh cut open the whole length of her petticoat and opened it to both sides. It was a sight to behold- even with her legs spread her hips formed almost a circle and like a fruit there was a pussy with a heavy covering of hair in between. Poor Devika was crying in pain and shame trying to bring her legs together,but her bounds were too strong.
Paul immediately took the tape and removed her pubic hair in the same fashion. As the hair was violently ripped away from Devika's sensitive region she writhed in pain, involuntarily sucking on the underwear soaked in Adarsh's piss. It was a sweet pussy that was revealed. The men were delighted to see the thick and juicy outer lips, a bit darker than her fair skin. Parting them revealed the tight pussy hole that was going to be destroyed very soon in a most painful manner, Paul and Adarsh greedily pried into her hole with their fingers.
"this bitch is dry as the Sahara!" "its going to take a lot more pain to make this one wet''
Rohit had paused filming. He handed over the camcorder to Paul.
"i need to see something"
She was shivering violently in the pain and her eyes were so wide open that her eyeballs could have popped out it seemed.
"guys this cigarette thing is getting boring" Paul was taking a close up shot of the fried pussy.
"yea, lets move on"
On being untied Devika immediately curled into a fetal position sobbing uncontrollably not even bothering to try to remove her piss gag.Deepak grabbed her by her long hair and slapped her hard.
"listen to me bitch! will you do as we say"
in the shock of the slap, she simply stared terrified into Deepak's face. Another slap helped her to recover. she hurriedly mumbled yes into her gag and nodded yes.
"remove the tape" Devika slowly removed the tape, terrified and scared she kept the underwear in her mouth.
"look at the slut! she must love the taste of my piss see how she is keeping it in her mouth" she cringed in humiliation.
"bitch remove the underwear from your mouth and wear one of them and toss the other into that corner" ordered Deepak.
Devika stared at him in disgust and Deepak struck her face again. Sobbing again she did as she was told, giving the horny men a sight of her struggling to load her monster ass cheeks into the cloth. The piss and saliva soaked underwear stuck so close and tight that it presented her ass in an incredibly sexy manner. Rohit started to gently massage his hungry meat thinking of all the fun he was going to get with that ass.
"slut, listen closely, don't make me repeat myself- you are now my slave. Understand?"
Fgreatly fearing a slap she responded yes. she watched almost in slow motion as Deepak's clenched fist shot at her left breast. for a moment she just saw the fist pumping into her gland, squeezing and crushing it inwards. And then the pain shot through and she howled in pain like a wild animal clutching her breasts, upright on her knees only because of his tight hold on her hair.
"Yes, Deepakji"
"yes, deepakji" repeated Devika in a trembling voice full of pain and fear.
"you are to be a doggy slave, a bitch. So put on this to identify yourself. You are never to remove it under any circumstance unless ordered to." He handed over her a dog collar with a strap. It had a hook on it for attaching a leash. Flooded with humiliation, she slowly put it around her neck and tightened the strap. Now the name on the collar was clearly readable- DEVIKA.
Excellent" Deepak had a steely smile on him. The woman had no idea what was going on, things were moving too fast for her and that was how he liked it. To be in total control as ever. "Now it is time to worship your new lord and master. Get down on your knees on the floor in front of me!" Devika hesitated only for a second as Deepak raised his arms to strike her face. She quickly scrambled down and got into her position, all too aware of her nudity, her humiliation and pain. She looked like she had two footballs hanging on her front and two basketballs at her back. Rohit couldn't take his eyes off her swell ass cheeks.
"Worship me by sucking my dick! Accept your new position doggy slave!" Devika looked at him in disbelief. Who would ever do such a nasty thing, she wondered. And for the first time she took a proper look at his tool. She was shocked. It was pitch black and 8inches long. What was most terrifying was its girth- it was as thick as her plump forearm. With dark veins protruding all over it, a monster that was alive was the picture in her mind.
"bitch! do i have to repeat myself?" the threat in Deepak's voice was all too obvious.
"pleas-AHH!" Her head was shoved forward by Rohit, her mouth open in shock. The gigantic black head slipped into her mouth, filling it.
It was worse than what she could have ever imagined. The stench of cum and sweat over whelmed her and the hot throbbing thing was full in her mouth. the hand on her head kept pushing forward, and a bit more of the beast entered her. Her lips had formed a perfect 'o' shape tight around the cock and her cheeks swelled outside as she fought helplessly.
"If i even feel a teeth on my meat i will have Manisha fucked by all the stray dogs in the locality" Devika froze when she heard her daughters name and dread filled her. Fresh tears started flowing out though no sound emerged from her over filled mouth. When her eyes were opened for a second, she saw Deepak's smiling face. "Now drink your holy water. Spill a drop and i'l make you suffer far worse. Hell i'l do that anyway i guess" And he started pissing in her mouth.
There was no question of ''spilling'' as her mouth was air and water tight. Her eyes opened in shock as the sharp and bitter tasting liquid immediately filled her mouth. The warm piss flooded her cavity and She was forced to swallow it as it had no where else to go. She began frantically trying to move but was held in place by Rohit. It seemed the heavy stream of piss would never stop. All that beer made Deepak pee quite a lot as he enjoyed the exquisite sensation of pissing in her warm, tight and wet mouth. The strong flow threatened to drown her and she had great difficulty in quickly swallowing the filthy liquid.
Devika felt her humiliation was complete. Here she was drinking the piss from a cock in her mouth. She silently wished herself dead. Deepak pulled out of her mouth and she immediately started coughing and resumed her sobbing. Her mouth and throat burned. Her stomach felt full and she could fell the still warm piss swirling about in her tummy.
"Good girl" mocking her seniority, he gently brushed his hand along the hair of the retched woman. "Now let us begin the 'events'!" and his three friends started laughing and hooting.
What followed was too nightmarish for poor Devika. She was first forced on to all fours, on the floor. Then she was whipped on her ass and driven, crawling through the house towards the kitchen. Once when her tears fell on to the marble, Adarsh forced her to lick up her own tears straight from the floor. Once in the kitchen, she was bent over a counter, stinging breast crushed on the top, her ass exposed, held there by Adarsh and Rohit. Deepak first took an orange from a basket and forced into her mouth, pushing so hard that her jaw might have dislocated. Once it was in there was no way for her to expel it out and she now had a fruit gag. She looked on terrified as Deepak took out many long thin iron rods with tiny pieces at the end. She didn't know that they were casts of the alphabets. Deepak turned on the stove to full and held the letter 'D' on the flame till it was glowing red. H e then headed behind Devika, who now knew what was going to happen. She heard the skin on her ass immediately start to burn, the sizzling and hissing sound. She however missed the smell of burnt skin as she was too busy with the pain. She almost passed out from the torture. She wished she had, as Deepak repeated he process with other letters slowly tattooing her right ass cheek.
Paul was right in front of her, capturing her expressions ( www.indiansexstories.mobi ) of intense pain and moaning into the fruit gag with the camcorder. "What do you think?" Deepak asked?
"Its beautiful" replied a grinning Rohit "our personal fuck toy". Her ass cheeks now read, in burns, DOGGY SLAVE.
"Right Devika, lets move on" It was a cold and businesslike tone. The men raised her onto the counter, ordered her to stand up with her legs spread wide and arms above her head. It was beautiful indeed. The men stepped back and admired their work. She was still crying and sniffling, humiliated at their stare. her breasts seemed to have rings on them, as they heaved about . Her neck was tight in her collar. And her ass cheeks proudly proclaimed her new status.
She was then ordered to get down and given her saree alone- she quickly wrapped it around her flinching as the material rubbed onto her wounds.She was then ordered to wash her face and leave. The threat of the video and Manish meant everyone knew she would keep her silence. But before she could leave,Deepak gave her a little parting gift- a tiny lock on the strap of her collar, making it not possible to unstrap and remove. Devika remained silent, afraid to open her mouth. She was then pushed outside the door.
"we will be visiting your house later, be ready"
Devika struggled to make it to her home, a room on the outskirts of the colony. She went behind the buildings knowing that her saree did little to cover her milk tanks and bumpers. Luckily no one saw her. She quickly entered her home and locked the door.
"WHAT THE HELL MUMMY!"
Swinging around she saw Manisha gawking with a shocked expression. Poor Devia was unable to say a word.
Manisha stared bewildered at her mother, who wasnt obviously wearing a blouse or petticoat. Her breasts and nipples were visible through the sari. Then she noticed something even more shocking- her mom was wearing a collar! A dog collar that actually read her mothers name. She watched as Devika quickly rushed into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Mom are you okay?" A concerned Manisha asked, knocking on the locked door. A few minutes later her mom emerged wearing her nightdress. She noticed that her mom was still wearing the collar and had covered it with an old shawl wrapped around her neck. she looked very troubled and upset. Manisha rarely saw her independent mother, a widow that raised a child alone, being disturbed. "Whats the matter mom? What happened?"
Devika looked up at her beautiful innocent daughter. 'She must never know' she thought. "Nothing, I am fine" she had no explanation to give.
"Mom please!"
"Manisha! Its not your business young lady! go and study now enough wasting time" the reply was firm and strict.
"you are not-"
"JUST DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!" she hadn't meant to shout, but there was no other way.
"Yes mom" whispered her daughter as she slowly picked up her school bag and started working at the table.
"we will be visiting your house later, be ready" those were Deepak's words. And she was terrified. Devika knew that they wouldn't let her go without fucking her, each and everyone of them. She was already beginning to resign to her fate. the fate of a sex slave.
But what about Manisha? were they planning to fuck her from her house? What would happen to her little daughter? Would it end today? questions and worry filled her mind. She sat down on the torn couch in their little hall and immediately cringed her eyes in pain as the branding on her ass hadn't healed yet. Doggy slave. Was that all she was?