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Slave to the Merciless

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Synopsis: A young boy is entangled in the web of rich sadistic family, consisting of females. He always thought his guardian aunt was cruel to him. Wait till he learns his new status in the new household. Extreme!
Slave to the Merciless

Slave to the Merciless

(By Pakislave)

 

F+/m, cbt, modification, WaterSport, Young, scatology, D/s, feet, bondage, slavery, S/M, real, nc, humiliation, blackmail, torture, Extreme, Heavy.

A young boy is entangled in the web of rich sadistic family, consisting of females. He always thought his guardian aunt was cruel to him. Wait till he learns his new status in the new household. Extreme!

Part 1

 

������� I lived in a far-off village in the Northern Province of Pakistan. My village was located in a beautiful green valley, but unfortunately we had very limited resources at our disposal. The life was very hard, said my maternal aunt Saira Gul, who had looked after me when my parents were killed in a severe armed sectarian clash in our village. She had a meagre income and I knew that it was difficult for her to keep me in her house. She was a widow at a young age, and had two daughters, aged 5 and 7. She was a very strict woman, maybe because of hard-life that she had witnessed. She seldom beat up her kids, but that was not so in my case. She used to do multiple chores for a living, like rearing cattle and selling milk, so she usually returned at sunset. At a place where man dominated and it was unheard of for a woman to live alone, she did not care of the people. She had a very dominating personality, as I had observed. I was given the duty to take care of the house and kids in her absence, to cook food, clean the house and water the plants, too much for a 14-year old. And this was my daily routine for the last 3 years. I had to face a severe punishment if I couldn't live up to her expectations, well...severe if you considered my tender age. But while punishing, she seemed to be a deaf who couldn't hear the pleas for mercy uttered by a young boy. But it also happened quite sometimes that she returned from work, and beckoned me. I knew that gesture very well; it meant that some bitter incident had occurred, usually by a "khanzeer" (native for 'pig') as she called men. And I being a male, was somehow responsible for that, so she gave vent to her anger by beating my mercilessly for no apparent reason. Whenever she entered the main door of the house and started staring at me, with heavy breaths and hands on her hips, a shiver used to go down my spine and I could comprehend that a beating-for-no-reason is just seconds away. Her usual way of beating me was with a thin tree-branch, that she always ordered ME to bring from the side of the veranda. Then, she would grab me forcefully from my hair and used to put my head on the edge of a cement-platform. My body would remain on the floor, and I used to lie on my stomach. To keep my head in place so it is immovable, she used to put her foot on my neck, and then came the rapid sounds of 'swoosh' in succession. So that I don't draw attention of neighbours by screaming, she used to put a loincloth in my mouth before starting whipping me. She made sure to hit at only three or four spots on my back, continuing to hit on the same red welts for extra pain. And throughout all this, I always thought that this was, somehow, my own fault that I was being punished. It never crossed my mind to think negatively about my aunt. After all, whatever she did was for my own good, as she used to tell me. She never ceased whippings due to my tears, but always when she herself felt tired. She had the habit of then releasing my head and sitting on the same spot where my head was placed moments ago. This way, my head would fall on the ground, between her feet. I then clung to her feet, asking for forgiveness for the sins that I�d never committed, and then I think that affection used to come in her heart for me, otherwise why would she caress my hair with her foot while I kissed her other foot fervently.

 

She also used to go to Karachi to sell smuggled silk, twice a year. She had some acquaintances in Karachi who would buy all of the stuff from her lump sum. This time too, she had gone to Karachi for 4 days. It happened in April 2004. This time when she returned, she seemed happier than always. She showed affection to me and brought some candies for me as well. After dinner, when I was massaging her feet, she told me that she would be going to Karachi once again after a week, and I would be accompanying her. My happiness knew no boundaries. I'd always dreamt of travelling outside my village and see the modern world. I was so thankful to my aunt that I kept on massaging her feet, with my face placed close to her feet until dawn when she woke up and moved my head away with her feet. I was still up by that time, half-sleeping and fantasizing about the 'City of Lights', as Karachi is known.

����������� That week seemed like it was eternity. I could hardly wait to reach Karachi and see the life there myself. Aunt Saira Gul prepared the luggage, while I picked up her kids with great difficulty in my arms. She had told me that she would be leaving her kids behind at a relative's house as it was difficult for her to manage the kids while travelling. We boarded the bus to Karachi and it took around 29 hours to reach Karachi. In Karachi, we took a local bus to an area from where we had to walk for 30 minutes, as that posh area didn't have any bus-route. That area had huge bungalows, like I had never seen before. Every bungalow had a few security guards and some had police guard outside the house. I was totally amazed at the structure and size of the houses and the latest cars passing by. We stopped in front of a house that spread on an area of 2000 yards and seemed modest in comparison with the other bungalows located there. Aunt Saira Gul pressed the doorbell and someone enquired through the intercom. Then I heard a buzzing sound and came to know that the door adjacent to the main gate had unlocked automatically. We entered the house and I marvelled at the beauty of the house, its lush green lawn and a small fountain and rockery at one corner. There at the entrance door stood a woman, about 5' 2" tall and aged around 45 years. She had a chubby body, but not fat. There was nothing special about her. She told us to come inside. When we came close to her my Aunt Saira Gul told me in our native language to kiss that lady's foot. It was really strange thing for me as it was uncommon in our village to even touch a female's foot, lest kiss it. If you're thinking why had I then kissed and touched my aunt's feet, well, when you're being thoroughly whipped then you have no chance to bear all that whipping and a child would naturally seek some way of being forgiven. Anyways, I was reluctant to kiss that lady's feet whom I didn't know, but to my amazement, my aunt grabbed my neck and pushed down my face real hard on the floor, just between that lady's feet. I didn't want any further humiliation, so I silently kissed her right foot, while tears rolled down my cheek. When I stood up, I saw a proud smile on the lady's face, whose name I came to know later is Shireen bibi. We entered and I forgot all about my recent humiliation when I saw the marble floor, the exquisite wooden shelves and a large number of shining electronic items inside. I was in a daze when I noticed a smile on Shireen bibi's face once again, maybe smiling at my bewildered eyes looking around the articulately decorated house. Then I saw a girl, about 19 years old, coming down from the staircase. She had a wheatish complexion, and was about 5'7" in height. She had good facial features and chubby body. She was looking directly at me. When she came near, I saw a gentle smile on her face and she caressed my hair with her long fingers. That was the first time as long as I could recall that anyone caressed my hair with love and affection. I instantly felt myself going under her influence. Before Aunt Saira Gul could order the same, I knelt at her feet and put my eyes on her toes. I heard Aunty Saira and Shireen bibi's laughter at this act, but at the same time, that girl quickly moved her feet back from my face, looking astonished.

"What's he doing, Mom?" she asked, in a voice filled with amazement and anger at my degradation.

"Just what every male should do", I heard a new voice and saw a fair girl, around 21 years old and with firm-looking breasts and thighs. She must be 5' 7" as well and she had a really good-looking face and pink cheeks, and arched eyebrows. She was wearing short grey shalwar kameez. She came close to me and stood before me. Before I could understand what she wanted, she pointed towards her feet. I just stared in her eyes with a defiant look. Her eyes started lashing out fire in my eyes, and then I looked towards my aunt pleadingly. But she looked fiery as well, and to avoid further humiliation of getting beat up by my aunt in front of these ladies, I quickly kissed the tip of her pointed sandal and resumed my position, as if nothing had happened.

"Practice makes perfect, you'll learn that in a few days when you live here." she said.

Whatttt???.......I was going to live there, so many miles apart from my village, with these wicked beings?

"Sabeen, bring Rs. 30,000 from my cupboard." Lady Shireen instructed the girl who had caressed me.

"Ohh....so her name is Sabeen Bibi." I thought to myself. (Bibi is a name given for respect to women in Pakistan, like we refer to a female as Ms. in English)

"Shehla, go and see if my bath tub is filled up." Shireen bibi told the haughty girl who had forced me to kiss her feet, so I came to know her name as well.

During Sabeen bibi and Shehla bibi's absence, I could gather some the story from the conversation between Shireen bibi and Aunt Saira Gul. Shireen bibi was a widow who had a fair amount of property and agricultural land, a fuel station and shares in Pearl Continental hotel and Marriot Hotel. They had a lot of money and did not have to care about looking for some jobs etc. Shireen bibi's brothers ran some oil refinery in Dubai and looked after her business as guardians. But still they didn't have any servants in their house...that puzzled me....but then through their conversation I came to know thatno one 'stays much longer' in their household, but why?? I was soon about to find out that. She had 4 daughters; Almas, Zaib, Shehla and Sabeen. I had seen Shehla and Sabeen but wondered about Almas and Zaib. What would those two be like, would they be as arrogant as Shehla bibi.....or as sweet as Sabeen bibi. Or maybe one of them would be sweet and the other might be wicked. I was just thinking that Sabeen bibi returned with a bundle of money and handed it over to Shireen bibi. Shireen bibi threw the money at the table and Aunt Saira Gul greedily picked it up.

"I have to go take a bath" said Shireen bibi and gestured Aunt Saira Gul to leave.

Aunt Saira Gul stood up from the floor and started to leave when I ran towards her and grabbed her ankle, sobbing and telling her to take me along with her. You can understand what a 14-year old would be feeling in his weak and frightened heart, especially when he's out of his village for the first time and had to undergo such humiliation at the hands of merciless women. Just then, Sabeen bibi got hold of my arm and started soothing me, saying that I�ll be all right there and that she would take care of me. I begged Sabeen bibi to let me go but she didn't let go. Aunt Saira Gul quickly got out of the mansion, and out of my sight. I just lied there, weeping all the time. Sabeen bibi took me gently by the arm to a nearby chair and sat on the chair, while I sat on the floor in front of her between her legs. She wiped my tears with a tissue paper. During this entire situation, Shireen bibi had gone to the bathroom as if nothing had happened, while Shehla bibi sat on the couch, browsing through the TV channels.

Sabeen bibi started to advise me to behave in this house, as she told me that her mom and sisters were very wicked and would not hesitate to inflict severe pain upon me. She especially warned me about Zaib bibi and strongly advised me to do exactly what Zaib bibi wanted me to do, without uttering an extra word. She can be really heartless at times, said Sabeen bibi. She then wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and said, "You've got such beautiful blue eyes, and golden hair. I wish I had the same features as yours."

I blushed at the compliments and kept staring at her feet in obedience.

"What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Bastard" replied Shehla bibi and started to laugh hysterically.

"I didn't ask you," replied Sabeen bibi. Then ignoring her, Sabeen bibi said

"Never hesitate to show your obedience to us, you should understand sooner that it is your destiny, to serve us. Every person has a destiny, made by God. No one can change his destiny, so it was God's will that you were born in a lower class and it was ordained by Him that you came all the way from your village, just to be a servant in our house."

"A slave, not a servant" corrected Shehla bibi. Sabeen bibi just gave her a stare with her big brown eyes.

"But will I ever get back to my village?" I asked innocently, in response to which I heard a satirical "hahaha" from Shehla bibi's side. That laugh gave mw shivers and I understood that I was doomed.

"Son, you won't have any problems here...er...at least not from me" said Sabeen bibi. "But what are you afraid of anyways, if you do as you're told to do, no harm would come your way" she said.

"And if you fail to meet our expectations, then it would be your skin and my designer leather belt," said Shehla bibi. At this point, I could see her hand on her crotch, touching herself lightly.

"Oh come on, Shehla...give him a break� said Sabeen bibi.

"You talk to him your way, and I�ll talk to him my way...understand" Shehla bibi's tone started to heat up. �After all, he's not here to serve only you, he'll be serving us as well, and everyone would be having her own way with him here."

"Ok, ok...no need to get angry" Sabeen bibi said.

"Hey, I had asked your name earlier" Sabeen bibi asked.

"He�ll be known as ghulam (Urdu word for 'Slave') from now on, no need to inquire about his real name" I heard from a side, Shireen bibi was standing in the corridor.

"Mom, what type of a name is that?" Sabeen bibi asked.

"Sabeen, my word is final in this house, do you challenge my authority?" she asked haughtily. At this Sabeen bibi lowered her eyes in her mother's respect.

"Come here, boy, and apply this lotion to my feet." she said.

"Go at once" whispered Sabeen bibi.

I approached Shireen bibi and took the lotion bottle from her hand, looking at her figure-exposing bathrobe. We had never seen such a naked female body in our village where we could ever see a woman�s thighs or the naked bulge of her breast. Shireen bibi noticed this and a swift kick smashed in my face.

"Khanzeer, how dare you look up at me without my permission." she screamed and then called for Shehla, "Shehla.....bring your belt."

I was so scared that I didn't know what to do and I was embarrassed as well as it was my fault to look directly at her body.

Shehla spent no time in bringing her leather belt that must be around 2 inches wide, as my eyes became wide in horror and the smile on Shehla bibi's face became wider......

 

 

 

 

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 2

 

(By Pakislave)

 

�Sabeen! Shehla! Both of you put your one foot on each of his shoulders, it�s better if he learns his place under our feet today, so we don�t have to teach him another lesson tomorrow.� ordered Shireen bibi.

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Sabeen bibi thought it best to remain silent and do as directed. She and Shehla bibi put one of their feet on each of my shoulders. I, being a little kid, found it hard to have such great weight on my weak and under-nourished body. My blood started to race in my heart. I could feel twisting of my stomach at the sight of the tip of that leather belt hanging in front of my eyes. I instantly had an urge, a similar urge that had occurred several times before when I would hand over the wooden stick to my aunt Saira Gul and then she would put her foot on my neck when I had knelt down. It was an urge that I couldn�t understand. That was the urge to beg for forgiveness to my tormentor like I was her subject and she was my goddess. To hold my tormentor�s feet tightly and pledge my ever-lasting loyalty to her, to ask humbly for forgiveness like a worthless being. But naturally, this urge was as stupid and foolish as it sounds to you, so there was no way that I could be expressing this urge to my aunt. And I couldn�t express this urge to my present tormentor as well. But I felt like I really was small, too tiny for these rich people who had power and arrogance to match their status. I just shook in fear for what was coming. My mind kept assuring me that this belt wouldn�t hurt much. After all, it was only a soft material, unlike that hard tree-branch that was strong and sturdy.

����������� Shireen bibi stepped towards me and my heart raced. She put her left foot on my head, and didn�t do anything for a full minute. I felt like she was just looking down at me, feeling the rush of power, the power she held over a poor being.

�Bare his back.� she commanded and Shehla bibi did as told. �You two stay clear, I don�t want to see any of my dolls getting hurt.� Shireen bibi instructed as if she was a mother filled with kindness and affection for her children, as if I was nothing but a lifeless object for her.

����������� Shireen bibi just moved the belt from left to right and in circles on my back. Hey�..this belt REALLY is soft, it wouldn�t hurt much, I was just getting scared of nothing. She�s just trying to frighten me with all of this put-feet-on-shoulder stuff �Yeowwww!!!!� I yelped in pain after the first sudden hit as my chain of thoughts hid somewhere under dark folds. The pain and shock almost made me faint. But only one element kept me in my senses, the rapid successions of whippings. I was amazed at the same time that at 45, is that merciless mistress turbo-charged or what? At 10th hit, I could literally feel that every time she pulls up the belt, the belt comes up with a little piece of my skin and blood. My weak body shivered in pain and panic under my owners� feet. How to stop my ongoing trauma? Do something�do something�..do something�.anything� anything to stop this cruel whipping. After 15th hit, Shireen bibi lowered her whipping rate, maybe so I could feel the sting of pain in my existing wounds.

�More�more�mom�.bloody bastard�..how dare he look contemptuously at us�.tell him his worth; we�ll keep this bloody Pathan (my warrior race) at the tip of our shoe.� I could feel the excitement in Shehla bibi�s voice. So that�s it�.they hate me because I belong to another race than them�.but what�s my fault in that? My young mind forgot the pain for 3 seconds while having these thoughts but then came back to present, my awful present. At 22nd hit, I could hardly breathe�..my throat had dried up completely and so did my voice due to endless screaming. I could only cry in whispers now�.but Shireen bibi seemed to enjoy my ordeal, so did Shehla bibi by the feel of excitement in her voice and her hysterical laughter. I couldn�t understand what was so funny in seeing a 14-year old getting whipped by your mom. Shireen bibi just kept repeating �You�ll look at me?�eh�.you dare to look at me�eh�your owners�..your betters� and stuff like that ran through my ears.

����������� Then I heard the sounds of long-heeled sandals coming closer. At this point, Shireen bibi, dropped the belt on the floor.

�Look what you�ve done to my belt, you worthless piece of trash�.this belt is much valuable than your worthless life. You have displeased your owners�..now suffer� and with these words Shehla bibi picked up the belt, and I could hear laughter in her last two words. And my mind started blacking out when she started her turn of inflicting pain upon me. When I shrieked in pain at the 3rd hit, I heard Sabeen bibi say �hey�can�t you keep quiet for a minute�are you insane or what?�. And with that she kicked me hardly on the ribs. When I looked towards her, I was flabbergasted to see that she was not looking at me at all�..she was busy enjoying some drama on the TV. I was getting astonished at the sudden turn of events, all in a matter of 20 minutes. �Is she insane or what� I thought in my mind, �here a person is being beaten to death and she�s watching TV. She was the one whom I thought as my guardian angel in this hell, and she has changed so quickly?�

�Ohh�.what entertainment we are getting here tonight?� I heard a soft voice.

As I was lying on the floor, I couldn�t get up completely, due to pain and Sabeen bibi�s heavy foot that had slipped from my shoulder to my neck. I could just see a new pair of shoes in front of my eyes, just 5 inches away from my face. Those were beige-colour front-open sandals that carried the most beautiful feet I had ever seen. The nails had light pink nail polish applied and from a distance the feet gave the impression that they were soft. I could see the pink soft skin of toes and sole. At the sight of wrinkles created on the soles due to weight of the body gave a thought to me that I would love to be under such pretty soles. But maybe the owner of these pretty feet did not have such a pretty heart. She�s calling this �entertainment�? Like I�m not a living being but just an object to use as these wicked people please.

�So he�s our new servant mum was telling us about. When did he come? Did I miss any fun?� the voice said. I eagerly wanted to see the face of the lady uttering these pitiless words, ignorant of the misery I was getting through. At this point, Shireen bibi, who was sitting on a couch about 10 feet away, composing herself and taking deep breaths, gestured towards her feet. Sabeen bibi lifted her foot off my neck and sat on a nearby chair, never missing the TV scene. I speedily crawled towards her round feet and greedily started licking the soles of her feet. The room filled with roars of laughter. Shireen bibi just had a grin on her face, a licentious grin, looking down on me licking her feet. She must be feeling like an Almighty queen, a slave forced to lick her feet, rather compelled to lick her feet out of his misery. Her eyes were half-closed, like she was lost in pleasure. When the laughter subsided, I heard the sound of those two sandals approaching me. I then looked towards the person wearing those sandals. A harmless-looking creature, having slender body, with pretty feet and hands, like those of a newborn. Harmless looking because she looked like she could never harm an ant. She was wearing pink shalwar kameez. Her shalwar came just down above her ankles. She was wearing short kameez as well, that came about a foot above her knees. She had shoulder-length permed hair that were black except for a few brown streaks. Her face looked like full moon getting out of dark clouds of hair. She had fair complexion and pink cheeks. Her skin seemed smooth as silk, from head to toe. She must be 22, and had serene eyes like Gautum Buddha. Her cheeks had cute dimples. She put one foot to the front and gave a simple order, �Lick!� I had been through such pain and humiliation that it was not hard anymore to degrade myself further, but my young heart was actually mesmerized by her glorious and charming personality, so forgot what she had ordered. She simply commanded, �Lie on your back, ghulam�. She kept looking calmly at me. I didn�t know what was coming, and I lied on my back. �Close your eyes, ghulam�. I closed my eyes, waiting for a kick in the face. But I felt a sharp thing, just like a shoe-heel, placed on my left eye gently. And that gentle touch of her shoe-heel on my eyelid gradually changed to a light force that kept pushing the heel in my eye. She slowly kept increasing the force on my eye, but very slowly. After 5 seconds it became really painful for me and my eye felt like it would explode. I started to moan, moan like a dog. However, she kept crushing to the limit that I actually thought that I�d lost my eye, and that this shoe-heel would crush my eye completely. Sounds of �arghhh� started to produce from my mouth. She then stopped pressing more, but just kept her shoe-heel on that point. But even that was too much for me. At last she removed her foot from my eye, and crouched near my head in a position that she was looking at my pathetic face between her legs, and my head was between her feet. I looked directly at her. She said, �Never look at your owner�s face until permitted. It makes your owners uncomfortable when a dog like you have enough freedom to look directly at us, above our ankle level, to be precise. I could�ve crushed your eye right here, and no one would�ve objected, but I spared you due to two reasons. First because you�re new to our setup, and secondly because you complied with my orders of lying on your back and closing your eyes, at once. I like obedience. Always remember to obey all of our orders at all costs, especially my orders. I�m telling you this thing myself, that I�m mentally sick. You�re a little puppy, so you won�t understand much what I�m trying to tell you. But it�s better if you understand in words without a practical demonstration. You�ll regret that. And I just have a solution to teach you permanently how to keep your gaze lower in my presence. I�ll teach you that tonight.� With that she stood and put her heel in the centre of my forehead for a few seconds, while I tried to look away from her face. She smiled, and her dimples grew deep. Then she went off. I noticed that all the others, including Shireen bibi remained silent in that lady�s presence. Shireen bibi said �You might have been thinking that I�m a wicked being, no? Wait till you experience my daughter Zaib�s wrath. It was just a trailer, you�ll see rest of the movie if you disobey her orders.� So that was Zaib bibi, that Sabeen bibi warned me about. I was thinking the same thing that she looked like Zaib bibi from the description of her wickedness that Sabeen bibi had given earlier. I once again heard Zaib bibi�s voice from the second floor of the house �Mom, you people should get ready before 9:30 or I�ll leave you people right here.� Shireen bibi replied, �Yes honey we�ll be ready by then, we have plenty of time.� Then looking at me scornfully she told me to clean all of the sandals placed on the right side of the dressing table in her room, within 10 minutes. I asked her which cloth to use for cleaning, and she came closer to my face and said �What better material than your own tongue.� And then started laughing along withShehla bibi. Shehla bibi told me not to clean the red sandals, because those belonged to Zaib bibi. I didn�t understand that but thought it best not to ask any questions. After all, she was still holding her belt. Sabeen bibi guided me towards her mother�s room on the upper portion of the house. When I tried to stand up, Sabeen bibi told me to stay on all fours. I couldn�t understand the sudden change in her behaviour. She said, �I always wanted to keep a pet, but mom would never approves of it as she hates to take care of pets. Good thing you showed up. Now I�ll keep you as my personal pet. Of course, you�d get all of the benefits a pet gets, like good bones fed by me.� I was just thinking at that time, is she trying to look insane or is she just like that. I concluded that she was just a normal person, but regarding me she had a perception that I actually am her dog, and as it was my destiny to be their slave, so there was nothing special about me being treated as a dog and slave. She really was a kind-hearted person if a person keeps in view her mindset, and tried to be as nice as she was supposed to be. She was just a carefree person. She thought it as her duty to prohibit her mother and sister from maltreating me once, but if they insisted, she wouldn�t have much problem with that either.

����������� When I was about to crawl to the directed room, Shireen bibi scolded me for spoiling her precious rug with my blood and warned me that if the rug was not spotless after being dry-cleaned, she�d have me licking it for a full night as my punishment. Then she told me to go out in the lawn and directed Sabeen bibi to wash the blood off my back with water. I crawled on all fours following Sabeen bibi as she swayed her big butt. When we reached lawn she told me to crouch on my stomach the way a dog sits. I did as ordered and she took water-pipe in her hands and turned the tap on. Cold water fell on my back and I had new stinging sensations in my back. I kept my mouth shut, not knowing what would happen if someone sees me crying. You could expect everything from these evil people. When my blood had completely drained off, Sabeen bibi told me to lie still, and then she went in the porch looking for something. I saw her coming towards me with something in her hand, a jerry-can.

�I had told you that I�d take good care of my puppy. How would I see you getting an infection in your wounds, so I bought this especially for you.� she said with a tone of affection and sympathy. Doesn�t matter if she wants me as a dog, at least she cares enough for me that�s why she brought some ointment for me. She poured the stuff from the jerry-can and it fell straight on my wounds. An electric shock went from my wounds, through my back bone, straight to my brain. She had brought kerosene oil for me, and that too, especially. I started to roll, left-to-right and right-to-left on the grass like a fish without water. �Oh it will hurt for only a second, puppy. You don�t have to roll on the grass otherwise this will not heal you. Here let me help you.� She said and with that, she put her big foot on my head, keeping my head and thus my body at one place, and then she poured that kerosene oil once again on my back. This time, I went crazy with pain as I couldn�t move to give vent to my pain and anger. I tried hard to move, even grabbed Sabeen bibi�s foot and tried to throw away her foot, but she put her full weight on my head so that I couldn�t move. Due to her incredible weight on my head, my face sunk into grass and my nose and mouth filled with grass and soil. I thought it best to be still so she releases her weight a little. This trick worked and she finally removed her foot from my head. I felt like a thousand bees stung on my back. �That�s like a good and brave puppy.� She said and gave a cloth placed nearby and said �here take this car-cleaning cloth and clean your face and body. But do that on all fours. You look cute this way.� She was caring for me a lot, she might�ve been thinking. But her �caring� was as harsh as her sisters� and mother�s �hurting�. She then told me to go do the work ordered by her mom. When I entered the room crawling, I saw Zaib bibi sitting in front of the dressing table and fear gripped me at her sight. She just looked at me once, and maybe realizing that I was afraid of her, she said �Do what you�re here for. I like slaves who shiver at my sight.� and resumed brushing her hair. I crawled over to the side of dressing table where I saw 4 pairs of sandals. Two were green, one black and one was red. I started with the red sandal when I heard Zaib bibi say �Leave the red one. Clean the rest of pairs.� I started cleaning the shoes with a cloth. When I was through all of the shoes, Zaib bibi who was applying nail polish to her nails in the meanwhile, ordered me to dry her nail-polish. I was puzzled. �Try to understand the use of your body parts for our service here. Your mouth is not only for breathing, but also to use every breath of yours in our service.� She said, irritated. I understood what she meant and knelt down before her, like I was worshipping her. She had applied nail polish to one foot that was on the floor, and the other foot was placed above my head, on the dressing table, and she was applying nail polish on it. I started drying up the nail polish on that foot, concentrating only on drying her nails, like my object of birth here in this world was to dry her nails only. After a while, my mind started to become light due to continued blowing of air, but just at that time, she put her other foot in front of my face as well. I started with the other foot, never uttering a word in fear of her wrath. What could I possibly do but to be their slave? I had no one in this city who knew me, and they�re rich and influential people. But wait�what if I run away from this house tonight. They seem to be getting ready to attend some ceremony, and they have no one at home to guard me. Thinking of a plan, I became satisfied. If I don�t have anyone to complaint against them, then why shouldn�t I run away. I could become a beggar and would get free food at the shrines of holy saints, like we had in our village. I just waited for the night to take over.

����������� While I was thinking about my runaway scheme, the nail polish had dried up. �Put my feet in red sandals.� Zaib bibi said in a monotone. I placed her soft, tender feet with reverence in my hand, and overcome by the beauty and fragrance of her foot, kissed its sole by lowering my face under it. I heard a small approving �hmm� sound from Zaib bibi. �You�re learning faster, ghulam� she said. When both of her feet were in red sandals, she stood up, while I was on the ground. She towered above me like a Greek goddess, and I felt so low in her presence. She pointed towards her shoes, and said �I want my shoes cleaned this way, every time.�I readily knelt at her feet and started licking her shoes, lapping at the heels. �Be sure that your filthy tongue doesn�t touch my pretty feet, or I�d have to wash my foot once again.� She said in a soft tone, as was her way. Great, my tongue is filthy, the tongue that resides in mouth and makes contact with clean things only, and her foot that is the lowermost part of her body, is far cleaner than my tongue. These people were humiliating me like I was a burden on earth.

����������� After they were ready, Shehla bibi took me by my hair, dragging me away to lock me up in her bathroom. She pushed me on the floor and said �Don�t feel shy to drink up water from the commode if you feel really thirsty.� And with that she gave a loud laugh, as was her habit. She then washed her hands thoroughly; after all she had touched my hair, the hair of a filthy creature. She locked the bathroom from outside and I could hear the clinking of keys. When I was sure that I�dheard their Land Cruiser leave, I looked around for a way out. I saw a ventilation window at the rear of commode. I thanked god that I was only 14 and mal-nourished, otherwise it would�ve been impossible for me to get through that small window. I jumped outside the bathroom, then climbed the boundary wall of the house, and started running like I�d never ran before, in the dark lanes of that housing society.

 

 

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 3

(By Pakislave)

 

 

I don�t know for how long I ran. I was wildly terrified of being caught by those vicious women. I slowed down when I saw that I had left that housing society behind and now I was standing over a fly-over bridge. I started to walk as I was exhausted and my mind was feeling light. When the fly-over ended, I saw that I�d reached a modest looking locality. I was feeling really hungry, for I hadn�t eaten anything since morning. I went around, looking for some means of getting food. I stopped in front of a shabby looking restaurant. It had many beggars outside. I knew that such small restaurants serve free food to 20 or 30 beggars every night, as a religious obligation. I also went and stood in the line, waiting for my turn. Once the restaurant-owner called out for beggars, they rushed as if it was the last meal of their life. I, being a small child, was afraid of being crushed between these wild beggars. I waited for the crowd to get thin, but alas, when it eventually did, the owner had gone back inside. It meant an empty-stomach night for me. My energies drowned a bit more thinking what hunger pangs would do to me tonight. I started to stroll down the lane when someone held me by my arm. It was a lady-constable. She was a stout woman of 35, and as manly looking as these police officers usually are.

�Where do you live?� she asked in an inquiring and hard tone.

�I�.I�was here with my aunt and I�ve lost her.� I said in a meek tone, as I had never lied before to anyone.

�Where have you come from?� came another question.

�I don�t know... I�m from some village in Swat.� I said.

�Come with me.� she said and started to move me towards a police truck. I panicked�.what if they returned me to my heartless tormentors? I started to beg that constable to let me go, but she just kept dragging me by my arm. She indicated me to get inside the truck. I looked once pleadingly in her face, but her face was emotionless and straight. I got inside the truck, shaking with fear. She sat beside me and locked my door.

����������� We started to drive for around10 minutes when our truck stopped in front of a building. I could easily muster the fact that it was a police station by looking at the symbolic colour patterns of �Blue and Red� that Pakistan police uses. She unlocked my door and held me again by the arm. I squirmed in her hard grip. She took me inside the room of her boss. Her boss looked like a lady made of iron. Her face bore no emotions of any sort, just utter seriousness.

�Who is this, Ghazala?� the boss asked in an authoritative tone.

�Madam, this boy was lurking outside Daud Restaurant and looked nervous. I guessed from his clothes that he�s not a beggar, but maybe he belongs to some labourer�s family. He said he was looking for his aunt and he�s lost her. He�s from Swat.� Ghazala told the facts to her boss.

�How many times do I have to tell you not to bring trash in my police station? Just throw him somewhere.� She said in an irritated tone.

����������� Her police station? Oh, it means she�s the senior-most officer in that police station. Her last statement gave me a sigh of relief. I anxiously wanted to get out of this place. Police always gave me shivers, even in my village where my home was. They�re known for their brutality.

�Hey you�.didn�t you hear what madam Azra just said, get lost� Ghazala barked.

I turned around to go when madam Azra said, �Wait�. You don�t have anyone in this city?�

�No bibi, I�m all alone here.� I answered.

�Ghazala, take him along to Dar-ul-Ittefal (orphanage), and first, enter his details in our Entry Book.� She instructed Ghazala.

�Ok�madam.� Ghazala promptly replied.

Ghazala first led me to another room. There, she sat on a chair and instructed me to sit in front of her on the floor. I sat there just close to her DMS boots. She started to write my name and details of my aunt, while I sat with my gaze down on her feet. I had a sudden fear seeing her boots. Her boots reminded me of my earlier torments, all of the time when I could see only the shoes of my tormentors and not their faces. These boots had given me a fear, a fear of the unknown. Even though Ghazala hadn�t maltreated me, but seeing her boots, I had a feeling of being obedient and humble to her. I had mixed feeling seeing those boots. In a matter of microseconds, I would feel that I should start kissing her boots to show her my loyalty and obedience to her, and the other second I felt like I should run away from the spot as fast as I could. She just kept writing in the book and after finishing her task, she told me to stand up and accompany her. She took me outside and we got inside the police truck again. She drove just for a minute or two and reached a dilapidated building. The building was in shambles. I came to know that it was �Dar-ul-Ittefal� or an orphanage as it is known in Urdu. We entered the building and a guard standing at the gate greeted us. Ghazala asked her whether Sangeeta is present in the orphanage or not. The guard answered in positive. Ghazala took me inside. What was I getting into? I�m being trapped again. But there�s no way out either. What if I run away from Ghazala right now? But she has a truck; she might chase and catch me. Then she�d beat me to death. That�s what I�ve heard about the police. I just kept my heart calm and waited for the events to come. We entered an office, where a heavy lady was sitting on the chair. She had a little fat nose, and fair skin. She was wearing spectacles and had strictness on her 48-year old face. A lean boy of 12 was sitting at her feet. Her feet were in his lap and he was massaging oil on her feet. She had 2 young boys, maybe 5 and 7 years old respectively, on either side of her chair. They were in a cock-position, like young boys are punished in schools to be in cock-position kneeling, while holding their ears. They were kneeling in a position that their heads were beneath the lady�s chair.

�Assalam-o-alaikum Sangeeta sister, this is a new addition for you. We found him roaming around in the streets. Azra bibi has instructed me to get this chap to you.� Ghazala told her.

�Oh dear� I can hardly accommodate the existing boys when you bring along other trash from roads. Anyways, Azra bibi�s orders have to be complied with. I hope the government increases my budget allocation this month.� Sangeeta said.

One of the boys moaned and gestured if he�s going to fall from his position. Sangeeta bibi suddenly took the cane from the table and gave a swift �swoosh� on his back. The thin guy yelped in pain, but Sangeeta kept giving him repeated dose of strikes on his back, until he resumed his position.

�The boys here understand my cane�s language better than my own language.� Sangeeta said laughing as if it was a laughing matter.

�Same is the case with our prisoners.� Ghazala shared her piece of information. Then she stood from her chair as to leave.

�Give my salaam to Azra bibi.� Sangeeta bibi said. Then Ghazala left, while I pondered on how I would be maltreated here. Sangeeta looked towards me disdainfully and said,

�I don�t give a damn what your real name is. I have a forgetful memory so I don�t tend to remember the boys� names over here. I just assign them a nick that suits their personality. And I can clearly look that your meek facial features resemble you with a mouse. So from now on, you�ll be known as �Chooha� (Urdu for mouse) in this place. You should understand this fact right now that I�m the final authority within the premises of this building. Not complying with my orders means some disciplinary action from me, and I know that you�d never like that. I keep my boys hungry here so I can see their ribs clearly. It pleases me. I�ve killed 12 boys in the last 6 years, and declared them �run-aways� for government reports. I think that should be enough for you to know that I�m the most powerful creature within these walls. You have to do as I please.�

I was not just listening to her, I was shaking in fear. I knew what those words meant. If anyone else would�ve listened to her harsh tone, he would�ve dismissed it as a blackmailing technique. But I�d just bore such cruelties at the hands of my pretty owners that I readily believed Sangeeta bibi�s words. She continued �all boys here call me Maalkin (Urdu for mistress); I like the sound of it. You�ll call me Maalkin as well.�

I was even ready to call her Goddess if she wanted, I couldn�t bear to have more thrashing than I could bear. �Come here and show me some respect. Touch my feet in reverence,� she said. I hurriedly went close to her feet that were in that boy�s lap and touched her soles. I observed that her soles were dirty.

�Hey pig�get lost. I�ve got a new servant, rather, a slave.� She said pointing towards me. �Ok Chooha�come here and clean my feet with this cloth.� Maybe the other boy had some urgency, so he carelessly put Sangeeta�s feet on the floor and stood up to leave.

�Khanzeer, how dare you put my feet on the floor, come here and kneel.� Sangeeta screamed as I kept my distance from her. The frightened boy knelt in front of her. She clasped his head between her knees tightly. The boy moaned in pain, just due to the force she was applying to his head with her knees. She raised her cane and started thrashing him severely and mercilessly, as the boy begged for forgiveness aloud and kept holding her feet. She put her soles on the boy�s hands and this way it looked like that he was totally in control of this gigantic and brutal creature. She gave him 20 strikes and then released him. He fell between her feet. He gave a kiss to both of her big toes, and raised her feet. I sat on the floor and he placed her feet in my lap, like an obedient servant. I was shivering and shaking visibly and I saw a big grin on her face.

�Awww�you�re frightened of me? Just coz of this little scene. Wait till you see me in rage.� She said smiling. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. If that was fun, what would she do when she�s in a rage? I never thought any further about that. I didn�t want to. I just kept cleaning her feet with the loincloth I was given. When all of the oil had dried up and the dirt came off with the oil, she asked one of the punished boys to stand and hand me the lotion bottle from the table. The guy took some time standing straight, as he might be feeling difficulty in straightening up after a long kneeling. Seeing his laziness, Sangeeta said in a straight tone, �do you want the same treatment?� and he forgot his pains and hurried for the table. He handed me the lotion and went to his punishment kneeling position again. I felt sympathy for the poor creatures. People don�t do this to their dogs as she�s doing to her boys. And to think that they�re all orphans, at her mercy, with nowhere to go. I felt all of these things �because I was an orphan too. When I was done, I placed her feet in her sandals, with respect. She stood up, and towered above me like a giantess. I kept sitting at her feet, fearing her wrath if I displeased her.

�You can stand, Chooha. I like your obedience. Just don�t cross me when I�m angry� she said in an authoritative tone. I stood up and walked behind her. I followed her to an adjacent room. It seems like her bedroom. Her bedroom was beautifully decorated, unlike the exterior of the building. Maybe most of the budget allocated for the orphanage was utilized for her personal use.

�This is my bedroom; you�ll sleep with me beside my bed, on the floor. I�m keeping you as my personal servant.� she said

I didn�t know whether to feel good or bad about me being her personal servant. She first sat on the bed and told me �every night, when I sit on my bed, I want you to kneel in front of me and kiss both of my feet till I tell you to stop. Disobey, and you�ll spend the rest of your life hanging upside down, hungry and thirsty, till you die.� She actually didn�t have to threaten me. I was obedient to her every wish anyway. But her words made my blood racing. �Kiss my feet, Chooha� she commanded. I knelt and kissed both of her feet, until she told me to stop. Then she lay on the bed. �Massage my feet� was her next order. I assumed my position at the foot of the bed and started massaging her feet. She got hold of a remote lying on her bedside and switched the lights off.

�You must be wondering why am I so cruel to boys. I loved a man in my youth who ditched me on the wedding day. He later taunted me, saying that he was just using me for his physical needs. He told me that I had a horrible stout figure, and how dare I think of marrying a handsome person like him when I myself have such a fat body. That day I vowed to make males be at my feet, just to please me. I got the job as the administrator of this orphanage, and had all the authority to fulfill my fantasies. I hate males. They�re trash that doesn�t deserve to be equal than females. So keep them where they belong, at my feet. Azra bibi knows of my obsession, so she helped me in making a false report of �missing� boys, when in reality; she helped me dispose of the boys� bodies.� She said.

Yes brother�I was in deep shit!! This lady is declaring her insanity open and wide, but no sane person outside is able to hear her. Only her subjects, we the children at the orphanage, know of her mental sickness. I kept on massaging until wee hours of night and I don�t know when I fell asleep.

�Did I allow you to sleep?� I heard Sangeeta�s voice the next morning, accompanying a swift kick in the face. I fell at a distance from the bed.

�You swine�how dare you sleep without my permission? I�d told u to massage my feet. I never said that you could sleep. Now you have to pay for that. It�s my wish and command to stop your breath for 25 seconds. Then you�ll know how to obey my orders. Come here� She said, in a loud voice.

I went towards her. She stood up from the bed and grabbed me by the hair. She opened her thighs a bit and shoved my face between her thighs, pulling my face hard towards her pussy. I could feel the tanginess in her smell. After 15 seconds, I started to panic, my head started to thrash hammers, and I could see green and white lights in my head. I tried to open my mouth, but she was clasping my head too tight between her thighs. I felt like my head�s going to smash between her thighs. But it seemed like she didn�t care, even if I die between her thighs. I think my face must be blue when she released me and I fell straight on the carpeted floor, my head banged. When I regained consciousness after 5or 10 seconds, my head was aching, and I could feel a giant foot on my face.

�Thank god that you�re not the 13th one.� She said, smiling. She stepped her whole body on my face and I don�t know why it didn�t crush under her weight, and she walked away. I didn�t know what to do so I followed her.

�Do you want to follow me to the bathroom? Stay here on the bathroom mat� she said in a straight tone.

I just stopped at the bathroom�s door, still kneeling there. She kept the door open and I could hear the sound as if she was undoing her shalwar. Then I could hear some splashing sound, maybe she was urinating. I thought of getting away from the bathroom but I remembered her instructions. Then I heard the flushing of the commode and her footsteps coming nearer. At last I could see her feet, and not only feet but her ankles as well. And then it raced into my mind that she was not wearing shalwar at all. At this thought, I suddenly put my forehead on the mat again. She came closer to me and stood just above me, in a position that I was just beneath her. I felt the water she had used to wash her pussy and ass, dripping on my neck and head. She stood there motionless, then once again stepped on my head and body and walked on top of me. I felt like my skull and weak backbone is crushed under her incredible weight.

�Go in the toilet and bring my shalwar� she ordered. I hurried to the toilet and brought her shalwar back, all the time crawling on the floor, as I was afraid of the cruel lady.

�Put on my shalwar.� She commanded, standing in front of me. I kept my gaze lower as I knew that my wandering gaze might fall on her naked pussy. I knelt on the floor and she put left and then the right foot in shalwar, and I pulled her shalwar up. Then she remarked, �You know what? I always wanted a humble dog like you for my personal servitude. I have 56 boys over here at my beck and call, but none of them is a natural-born-slave like you. I wish you were here earlier.�I didn�t know what to reply, so I just kept staring at her feet. I was, however, relieved that at last I was at a safe place from my last hell-ground. At this point, someone knocked on the bedroom�s door.

�Who is it?� she said.

�Inspector Azra�s here to meet you, Maalkin� I heard a boy�s reply from outside.

�Oh�she�s here? Seat her in my office, I�m just coming.� She told the boy.

She kicked me aside as if I was nothing and started to walk towards her office. I followed her, on all fours. In the office, she sat on her chair.

�Stand up, idiot.� She barked. I stood somewhat painfully, as I had been on my fours for so long. Inspector Azra entered the office, in her uniform. Two female guards accompanied her.

�Madam Azra, any problem? You are in your uniform at 8am. You don�t reach your police station before 10am.� Sangeeta bibi inquired.

�This swine�due to this swine�I�m up today at 8am. This bastard is a runaway servant from Ms. Shireen. She had bought him for Rs. 30,000 and he ran away on the very first day while they were out.� Azra bibi said.

�Ms. Shireen? Madam Azra if I�m not wrong she�s the first cousin of Tariq Jameel, the Capital City Police Chief. I�ve heard those people have really high approach.� Sangeeta bibi asked Azra bibi. She replied,

�Yes and this bastard ran away from their house. Half of the city�s police were searching for him, all the while when he was sleeping in your orphanage. I woke up at 6am this morning when my area�s Superintendent of Police called me up and scolded me for sleeping so �late� when half of the police are in lookout for a runaway kid. I hurriedly reached the police station and when I came to know about kid�s description, I thought well�well� well� the kid�s been under our nose all the time. Now what are you looking at, you pig. Come with me� Azra bibi�s guards tried to seize me violently when Azra bibi ordered, �nobody should hurt him. We�ve been ordered to take him to our police station without giving a scratch on his body. We�re told to hang him upside down only, till Ms. Shireen arrives.�

The guards just held me by the arms when Sangeeta bibi asked the guards to stop. She stood up from her chair and walked towards me and said �if you remain alive, and I say �if� because Ms. Shireen�s record of murdering young boys is much higher than mine and I don�t expect to see you alive again, if you stay alive and have nowhere to go, I�ll always be there for an understanding natural-born slave like you.� She then grabbed my hair and forced my head down, until I fell on my knees. She kept forcing my head down until my face was touching her feet. She then let go of me and the guards took hold of me.

�Azra bibi, why don�t you join me for the evening tea� offered Sangeeta bibi to which Azra bibi nodded.

Great!! I was being bid adieu to gallows and they�re much interested about their evening tea. At that moment, my little heart felt like I could never expect mercy from any female on this planet. They�re just heartless, and care only for themselves.

When I entered the police station, I was made to wear heavy chains and shackles, which I could hardly walk with. I knew it was not meant for imprisoning me, but just to add misery to my already battered state. At this time, I started to feel hungry once again, and tears rolled down my eyes. I hadn�t eaten anything since last day. I had not asked for food at the orphanage, for obvious reasons. I�d seen a whole lot of world in these two days I was in Karachi. I never knew that the city that I fantasized about would be so cruel. It was like a jungle. Only the powerful lived here in happiness. Poor souls like me were meant solely for their pleasures they get from inflicting pain upon me.

I was sobbing on the floor when two female constables dragged me towards a cell. Inside I was horrified to see chains hanging from the walls and roof, meant for shackling the prisoners. There were batons and lashes of different sizes at one corner of the cell, and a car battery placed at one side of the cell. There were other things as knives etc in the cell as well, that might have been used to torture the prisoners here.

�Hang him upside down,� ordered Azra bibi. The guards did as ordered, and after a few seconds, I was hanging upside down. I felt the blood rushing to my head and it became heavy after a while. I started sobbing once again. She remarked, �Look at him. We�ve not done anything to him and still he�s crying. I wish I was not bound to treat him nicely, then I would�ve told him what torture is.� Azra bibi said in a pitiless tone. �Your owners will arrive at 10am. Wait for your doom by then. Pray that you die due to some miracle, otherwise I feel sympathy for you.�

And talking of sympathy, she did show sympathy to me. When I couldn�t take it anymore, I started begging for food as it had been more than 24 hours since I had a morsel of bread in my stomach. The sound of hunger pangs were audible enough for a person standing by. So she sent some food for me with a female sentry. And you know what it was? Peeling of banana and orange, taken out of a trash bin. The tall and firm looking sentry ordered me to open my mouth wide, which I naturally didn�t due to filth and odour emitting from it. She grabbed my neck violently and started to choke me. My mouth opened automatically and she stuffed the filth in my mouth, while I could hear uproar in the police station. This was a Women police Station for keeping women and juveniles. I had seen the pathetic conditions these prisoners were in and could easily understand what type of an Incharge was Azra bibi. Wherever I roved my eyes, I could see from upside down world that all officers and sentries had created an environment of wanton fear within the police station.

����������� While I tried to forget the foul taste oftrash that was forcefully pushed in my mouth, I saw a constable hauling a boy of around 12 in, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him mercilessly. The boy was already weak, and the violent jerks of the constable moved him to and fro like a flag in strong wind. By listening to the conversation between Azra bibi and the constable it occurred to me that this poor little guy was a servant who had stolen Rs.200 ($3) from his employer�s drawer. According to that kid, he had requested his employer, who was a well-known female human rights activist, to give him his due salary of last 3 months. His employer used to abuse him verbally and physically as well, so he wanted to clear his dues and leave that household. The boy swore that he did his work diligently but his employer always seemed in search of abusing him. He couldn�t take anymore of the humiliation by the hands of a stern female, and finding no other way, stole the money.

�Good story, kid. Alas, it�s a dirty job but someone�s got to do it. Ambreen! Bring the �soft rain� and �number 7�.� Azra bibi ordered one of her constables. What the heck is that �soft rain� and �number 7� things? I didn�t have to wait to find out when the constable brought a leather belt and a cruel-looking baton.

�This is �soft rain�� said Azra bibi taking whip in her hand �it is made of soft leather, and keeps falling on the victim�s body like a persistent rain, hence the name �Soft Rain�. I had got this whip especially made by some modifications. As you can see, the belt has tiny fragments of sharp steel embedded in leather. It is guaranteed that every time I pull up this whip after a strike, it will come up with your drops of blood and tiny pieces of flesh. But I see that you don�t have much of flesh on your body, so I guess it would be more of your blood. I will rain this soft material on your tender back till it seizes to come up with your blood.�

����������� The look�the panicked look on the weakling�s face�I�ll never forget the look on his face and terror in his eyes. If someone would�ve given him an option of committing suicide, he�d have done so happily.

����������� Azra bibi ordered the constable Ambreen to tie the unfortunate kid flat on his belly on a nearby bench. The other constables knew what was coming, so they closed the entrance door to this part of the police station. As this guy was being dragged towards the bench, he screamed in agony, begging for forgiveness, saying that he�ll serve his Mistress like a slave for the rest of his life.

�Too late, son. Your employer holds a very special position and I would never like to make her unhappy. She has helped me a lot of times, preventing me from being suspended on accounts of human-rights violations. It�s time to return her favours. After all, she�s such a sweet and respectable lady that I�d never like to break her heart. She instructed me to end your story.� Azra bibi said, grinning.

����������� The kid was horrified that his life was about to end. He resumed his pleadings with Azra bibi, but she just kept looking at him with a straight face, holding the leather belt in her right hand and the left arm on her hip, as if waiting for him to be quiet. Maybe she was enjoying the thrill it gave her to hear those cries for mercy. Smiling, Azra bibi said �Awww�baby�s crying. I feel so bad about him. Darling, you don�t know how much I want to end your life painlessly. But constable Ambreen just told me that your mistress insisted on a painful death for you. Thank God, that she didn�t say �painful and slow� death. That would�ve been much harder. Now, a promise is a promise. And Ambreen has mistakenly promised her that it would be a painful death. Sorry about that.�

����������� The terrified guy�s voice had now subsided, maybe due to dry throat. Azra bibi walked slowly towards him, as a huntress moves towards her trapped prey.

�No, no�please don�t�.have mercy�my father has died and there�s no one to look after my blind mother. She�ll die alone. Please spare me.� The kid�s voice broke off.

�Oh so that�s the story,� Azra bibi said, thoughtfully, �you don�t want to die because you�re the only help she�s got. And why are you her only help, coz you�ve got eyes. So why don�t we make you blind as well, so you won�t have a guilt of leaving this world with your eyes. Ghazala, untie him and make him lie on his back at the floor. Ambreen, fetch a car battery from the storeroom.� The pathetic boy�s eyes widened in horror as he realized what is going to happen to his eyes. When he was unfastened from the bench, his first action was to slip out of Ghazala bibi�s hand and he ran towards Azra bibi�s booted feet. �Please bibi�have mercy�.please�just shoot me in the head if you want to�but don�t torture me�I�m too afraid�you�re all-powerful�.I�ll serve you as a slave�.I�ll do whatever you order me to�.I�ll always be at your feet� and with that he dropped his forehead on Azra bibi�s pointed sandals. All the while, Azra bibi kept on looking at him down, contemptuously and somewhat amused. I could see from my upside down position the dampness on Azra bibi�s crotch. After a minute or two, while the sobbing kid clung fast to her feet, Ambreen returned with a used car battery. Azra bibi gave a sudden kick to the kid�s forehead and he fell at a distance. Ghazala bibi crouched above the child in a manner that her knees pinned both of the boy�s arms to the floor, so he couldn�t move his arms, and she held his head still by his hair. Two constables standing nearby put each of their feet on the child�s knees. The kid couldn�t take the weight of the comparatively heavy women, and yelped in pain. They paid no heed to his crying and looked towards Azra bibi. She walked towards the boy and stood above him, with his head between both of her sandals. She lifted one foot and smashed it in his right eyeball. The boy�s body convulsed as he couldn�t take the savage pain in his eye. He screamed in full voice, and his throat that seemed to be dry moments ago, uttered shrills of agony. His voice confused me, whether it was a howl or his weeping. Azra thoroughly inserted her 4-inch heel in the boy�s eye socket further, and crushed her eye completely.

�Hey you look funny with a single eye. Here let me make that even for you.� she exclaimed, and before the guy could have a deep breath after screams of pain, she swiftly took her sandal out of his right eye and smashed it in his left eye. This time, that little weakling shuddered with such a force that he got out of Ghazala and the two constables� hold for a second. They resumed their position once again, pinning him hard on the floor. An officer wearing broad heeled sandals put her heel in the boy�s mouth to his throat so he couldn�t scream loud. Now Azra bibi instructed another officer standing by to bring the battery to her. The officer complied. Azra bibi opened one of the battery�s cover on the top. She placed the battery above the agonized child�s eyes, and carefully spilled battery�s green fuming acid in boy�s eyes. Expecting a shriek, the officer pushed her heel further down his throat. I couldn�t understand why that guy wouldn�t just die of pain. He didn�t scream, his back arched up for a second and then he lost consciousness, out of bitter pain. Now fumes were emitting from two eye sockets. Azra stood up, and then told Ghazala, �I put acid in his eyes because being a Virgo, I�m a perfectionist. I couldn�t stand the mess in his eye sockets, so I just thought of dissolving the mess with acid.� And with that, all of the ladies present burst into laughter. �Believe me, not only is this guy seeing green sensational lights in his brains due to pain, I�m feeling the same too seeing him suffer under my heel.� And with that, she stroked her crotch lightly. �Bring him back to consciousness.� She ordered her sub-ordinates. Ghazala brought a pail of water and splashed the cold water on the weak body on the floor. He didn�t regained consciousness until 10 more minutes and 5 pails of water. When he came back in senses, he started to shriek again in agony.

�Tie him again.� Azra bibi commanded and they did as ordered. When he was fastened, a knock came on the door. The constable by the door opened the door a little and then told Azra bibi, �Ms. Shireen is here�.

�Don�t keep the door closed on her, you fool. Welcome her inside.� Azra bibi said in an excited tone.

And then I came back to MY misery again, seeing my tormentors again. It was Shireen bibi, in a silk off-white shalwar kameez with intricately designed jewelry, accompanied by her sadist daughter, Shehla bibi. She was wearing a black long skirt, tightly fitted at hips. She was wearing black open-end sandals with 5 inches heels, and her white ankles showed just below the skirt. How I wished she were as soft hearted as she seemed. Shireen bibi glanced at my direction and smiled while her cheeks blushed. Shehla bibi also looked at me and gave a loud laugh, as was her habit.

�Please be seated, Ms. Shireen. I�ll just finish my tasks in a matter of minutes. I thought of adding you in our entertainment as well. It will be an honour having a great personality like you among us. Razia! Go and fetch snacks and tea for our guests.� Azra bibi tried to butter her up.

�Ok�you go on�.maybe I�ll learn a thing or two from you.� replied Shireen bibi, smiling. She then gave me a look that gave me shivers.

Azra bibi smoothed her belt in her hand, and then kept rotating the belt in air playfully. She suddenly struck the poor kid�s back with full force. The guy lost his mind and cried like a wild animal. And Azra bibi was really true. When she pulled back the belt, small fragments of the boy�s skin and drops of blood flew in air.

�Hey that�s really cool�could I do that sometime myself?� asked Shehla bibi innocently, as if asking her mother for a candy.

�You want to go ahead with this Ms. Shehla? Be my guest� replied Azra bibi and offered the belt to Shehla bibi.

The guy�s doomed now, I thought. This sadist�s going to laugh till his death. Shehla leapt from her seat, looking very eager to administer the half-dead guy with punishment. She stood beside the bench, and put her left foot forward, positioning herself in the best manner. She stretched her hand holding the belt back, and swept the belt at a swift speed through the air. Whoosh!! The belt sounded, cutting through the air, and landed straight at his ass. The kid with two empty holes instead of eyes raised his head in pain. He was already dying of his existing pains, but they were making the most out of his life�s last breaths.

�Oh yes�I�m going to give it to you�I�m going to give it to you real hard�am I wicked?� exclaimed Shehla bibi and with these words she twisted whole of her body with the belt, and it landed right on his back. This strike was most vicious than all that he had got by now. He cried in pain, persistently begging them to kill him instantly. But they all laughed at his misery. Shireen bibi looked excited as well, and a faint smile kept on her lips. She would occasionally make her lips wet with her tongue, like observing a delicious and sumptuous dinner being prepared in front of her.

�Shehla bibi! Your arm has really good strength. Looks like you�re of much use to us.� Azra bibi tried to butter her up now.

�It�s the police that we use, the police don�t have worth to use us.� Shireen bibi said remarked contemptuously. Azra bibi understood that she had said inappropriate thing in front of an aristocratic family, so she apologized profusely.

����������� Shehla bibi kept on giving her lashes after lashes and he kept on crying and shrieking at every lash. This irritated Shireen bibi and she instructed Azra bibi to do something to lessen the noise in the room. Azra bibi understood her gesture and went towards the semi-conscious heap of body they call human. She sat on the edge of the punishment bench so that the kid�s face was touching her crotch. She moved a little forward and pushed his head further inside her crotch. Shehla bibi resumed her job, concentrating on whipping the pitiable child on his back. She made sure that no place was left untouched on his back. Even the skin had seized to come up with the belt. His back felt like a piece of leather that has been slashed repeatedly by a sharp knife. The steel shrapnel on the belt had done their work dutifully. The upper skin was nowhere to be found on his back, just red flesh. When Azra bibi observed that even blood had stopped to come up with the belt, she requested Shehla bibi to stop the torture, ignoring wild muffled sound of the child in her crotch. I took a sigh of relief that now this child�s suffering is over at last.

����������� Azra bibi instructed a constable to hand Shehla bibi the baton now. Shehla bibi took the baton in her hands and said, �Hmm�cool�. I shuddered at the thought of imagining what was to follow.

�Shehla bibi, it�s time for his misery to come to an end. Please feel free to practice on him.� Azra bibi said.

Shehla smiled, went to his bruised body, and touched his body with her baton to see where the base of his backbone was. When she found the exact place, she said �get ready boy. You�ll see your ancestors sooner than you thought.�

����������� She raised the baton high into the air, and struck his backbone with full force. Another series of muffled cries started to erupt from the child�s mouth. Azra bibi was visibly hot at that moment. The sight of the tortured soul and his shrieks in her crotch might have sent currents in her body. She squirmed with every cry of the kid. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy. Shehla bibi repeatedly gave him blows, precisely at his backbone. Whenever the boy shuddered in pain, Azra bibi pushed his head further inside her crotch. Her thighs were totally encasing the boy�s head, and I was afraid that if not by blows, the kid�s going to die by suffocation. Shehla baby kept hitting him exactly at the base of his backbone. At last, when Shehla bibi gave him the 18th blow, all persons present heard an audible �crack�. His backbone was broken. At the same time, Azra bibi became a little calm, maybe she had orgasmed. She stood from the bench, shyly, as everyone could see her wet crotch. The wretched child took difficult and heavy breaths, as if his breath was breaking up. I felt that he couldn�t scream, his voice was lost somewhere in his throat. Azra bibi went near her table and stood there, still weak at the knees. I could see from my angle that Shireen bibi�s hand was under her kameez, fingering between her thighs.

�And for the climax�Ms. Shehla presents you with the final act.� Shehla bibi said as if in a theatre. And she took a drill machine kept at the corner of the room and switched it on. She switched on and off the drill machine repeatedly. Every time I heard the machine being revved up, blood raced in my body. Shehla bibi went towards his face. She put one of her feet up, inches from his face. �Lick it� she ordered him. It was her favourite line. Naturally, the kid couldn�t see her foot as he had become totally blind, and was not in his senses anyways.

�I see that you�re not very bright. Anyways, I know how to make people like you bright and intelligent. I�ll stir up your brain like Madam Lalaurie did to her slave.� Shehla bibi said in a matter-of-fact tone. She grabbed the near-dying boy�s hair and raised his head. I couldn�t believe what she did next. I was utterly horrified. She drilled a hole in the little guy�s head, making funny faces. The boy�s body shuddered for the last time like a body being electrocuted. And at the very same time Azra bibi, who was sitting on the edge of her desk and rubbing her pussy, moaned loud and fell back on her desk. Maybe she had climaxed a gigantic orgasm. And as for Shireen bibi, she moaned loudly as well and then composed herself with elegance. Shehla bibi kept on drilling his head from two or three different places, and I could feel the pain in my head, seeing the mental sickness of all present. When Shehla bibi was through her fun, she remarked �Hey where�s our snack and tea? I�m feeling really hungry.�

����������� Azra bibi composed herself as well and called out to her attendants outside the room. She instructed them to bring the snacks and dispose of the young boy�s body.

�Put his body in a sack and take it somewhere in Korangi. Then burn it there with other junk. No one would ever inquire about a loser like him. He was raised from the trash, and it was destined that he returned there.� Azra bibi said in an amazing tone and everyone laughed.

�Where did you find him?� Shireen bibi asked Azra bibi about me. Chill went through my spine as everyone�s notice turned towards me. What if they finish me off in the same horrible manner? They�re not humans anyways, they�re witches. They don�t feel any pain, at least not their slaves� pains. We are lower to them than their pets, rather much lower than their pets.

�We found him in an orphanage near our police station. In fact, one of our constables had found him and we admitted him to the orphanage. When I heard his description, I knew he was our man. But I didn�t harm him, as you had ordered. After all, we are born to serve you.� Azra bibi said, trying to be in Shireen bibi�s good books.

�Hmm�ok�I�ll tell Tariq, I mean your police chief Tariq Jameel to take good care of you.� Shireen bibi replied with an air of arrogance.

�Oh thank you...thank you so much�I�ll always be grateful to you.� Azra bibi said.

����������� When tea and snacks were served, the topic turned to politics and current affairs. I started to feel as if my ankles going to break up from the joints. I�d not felt any pain for so long as I was busy in seeing that horror scene of a young boy�s painful death. I wondered what might happen once I reach home. Before coming here, I had a small hope that I could at least take refuge through the police. But here, the situation was entirely different. The police obeyed my tormentors as if they, and not the government, paid their salaries. When the tea and snacks were finished, Shireen bibi stood from her chair and started to come towards me. Her every click clack of heels rocked directly at my heart. When she came near me, her pussy was just inches away from my face, as I was hanging upside down. I saw her looking down at me, but avoided her gaze. She kept looking at me, with her lips slowly protruding. She gently stroked my hair, then my ears, and then my face.

�Did my ghulam sleep well at night?� she asked softly.

�Yes bibi� I could answer only that in her awe.

�That�s Maalkin for you. Did my ghulam eat anything?� came another question, still softly.

�Yes Maalkin�some fruit peeling.� I replied, finding some encouragement from her soothing voice.

�Awww�that�s too bad�.I�ll get you something fresh to eat at home.� She said sympathetically. Then she kept looking down at my face, and I had nowhere to look but her crotch that was so near my face.

�Release him and bring him to my car� Shireen bibi said in a tone full of authority. Ghazala rushed towards me and released me from my painful position. I fell on the floor with a thud at Ghazala�s booted feet. I couldn�t see straight for a few seconds as I was upside down for a good 2 hours. Ambreen and Ghazala dragged me by the shoulders and brought me out of my lockup. Azra bibi was sitting on the edge of her desk as usual and said �it was nice meeting you, young boy. Hope you live for another week.� Her words thrashed like hammer on my mind. I wanted to drop at her feet and beg her to shoot me right there, but I knew that she was powerless in front of my owners. So I just kept my gaze lower and the guards dragged me to Shireen bibi�s Land Cruiser outside. Shehla bibi was on the driver side and Shireen bibi sat on the rear seat. She pointed towards her feet. The guards pushed me in the SUV in Shireen bibi�s feet. I was on the car�s floor and she placed her feet on my back and neck. The guards closed the car�s door. Shehla bibi started driving the car. We drove for around 25 minutes before I could sense the SUV had stopped and Shehla bibi honked the horn. Then she parked the car inside the house. I was in my hell once again. Drops of sweat trickled down my forehead. My belief on God started to vanish. How could He let them do such brutalities on His beings? Shireen bibi opened her door and got off the SUV.����

�Take him out,� I heard Shireen bibi say. My body was flat facing the floor. I�d not tried to raise my head an inch all the way, fearing being rebuked by Shireen bibi. A hand savagely pulled me out by my hair. I dismissed my thought of getting a severe punishment by thinking of Shireen bibi�s soft words at the police station. And regarding the hand that pulled me out mercilessly, I thought that these people don�t have any value of slaves in their eyes, so I�d have to endure such humiliations. Doesn�t matter!

����������� The gloved hand when put me out of the car, I fell on the ground on my belly. The hand still held tight to my hair so my face prevented from hitting the ground. What I was looking at had a 5� 2� height, big round breasts and a thin waistline. She was wearing riding attire, off-white colour figure-hugging riding pants and a white half-sleeve shirt, which clung on tightly to her breasts. She had thick thighs and looked like a powerful being towered above me. She had wheatish complexion and her straight black hair were pulled back in a ponytail. She had small eyes and thin lips. Thin lips always instilled fear in me. My aunt Saira Gul had thin lips as well and it had settled in my mind that all women with thin lips are wicked. She glared at me and I fixed my gaze at her shiny black riding boots.

�So he�s that piglet who dared to run from our house. Didn�t he ever think what an unfortunate soul would he be if the police, which we readily knew, catch him? If he remained in our house and served us right, he might�ve got some regard as our pet dog. But seems like he�s not so worthy of that status. Too bad, a vehicle didn�t run him down. He wouldn�t have to endure what is coming up for him now.� She said in a low voice, in an emotionless tone. Her every sentence sent me shock waves throughout my body. I understood that not much had changed as I had presumed earlier. Nevertheless, who was this sadistic looking and emotionless person? I didn�t see her the last day. Then it dawned on me that she must be Almas bibi, whom I�d heard of but didn�t encounter until now.

Almas! You�re getting late for your riding school. Play with pig some other time.� Shireen bibi called out from inside. At that point, I saw Sabeen bibi coming out of the porch. I took a sigh of relief to see the only angel in this household. But her angelic ways sometimes matched for her sisters� satanic ways. Almas bibi left my hair and I fell between her boots. She intently stepped on my head and went towards a black BMW parked in the porch. Sabeen bibi came towards me with some anger lashing out from her eyes.

�Open the gate, and then come inside. I�ll be waiting for you in the TV lounge,� she instructed me.

����������� I hurriedly ran towards the gate and opened the gate. Almas bibi�s car backed and stopped when it came close to me. She said in her emotionless tone, �Always bow down whenever we�re entering or leaving the house. Show us due respect, you unworthy piece of shit.� And with that, she screeched out of the house. I had a thought at once, why shouldn�t I run away as no one�s looking. But then, I smacked my own head. Wasn�t the last experience of running away enough for me? I closed the gate and turned to see Shehla bibi standing on the terrace, looking at me with a proud smile and an arched eyebrow.

�Wise choice, ghulam� she remarked. She had understood the thought in my mind and my slap in reaction. �Now get on all fours and crawl inside like a dog,� she ordered. I went on all fours and crawled inside the house, to my eternal hell. There, I found Sabeen bibi lying on the couch lazily, obviously unhappy. She was watching �Shrek� on TV. I crawled towards her feet. She was wearing sleeping pajamas and a t-shirt, and her big breasts were visible. Her one leg was folded up on the couch and her other leg was on the floor. I kept on all fours near her foot on the floor, and overcome by emotions, put my face on her foot. Tears rolled down my cheek and on her foot.

�Hey what�s this? Who permitted you to make my foot soiled with your filthy tears? These are crocodile tears. If you were really loyal to me you�d never have run away in the first place. I treated you so lovingly like my personal dog, but you broke my heart. Things are not the same now as before. I would never trust you again.� She said irritatingly. I just kept on weeping, thinking why I ran in the first place. They eventually found me and now my only sympathizer doesn�t like me anymore. I just knelt at her feet, in vague hope of getting some sympathy, perhaps she didn�t have any. In sheer desperation, I started to kiss and lick her foot fervently, like a loyal dog lapping at his owner�s feet to get her attention. They had virtually made me like a dog. I sobbed and licked�took audible breaths and kissed�.licked and kissed�licked her sole�licked between her toes�.licking like an obsessive person�.sucked her toes. After a while she put her foot under my chin and raised my head up. She pulled me up by my hair until I was at her knee level. She put her other leg down on the floor. I was kneeling between her knees. She jerked my head back so she could look into my eyes.

�Why did you run? Didn�t you ever think about your owner here, who loved you so much? You meant so much to me�even more than my Barbie doll. I thought of you as my favourite plaything. And you ran away in return. You should be ashamed of yourself. I�ll never talk to you again,� she said like a little child. Dog or plaything, I needed her favour so I begged her,

�Please forgive me, bibi. It was a very foolish thing I did. I�m your dog. I�m your toy. Please forgive me. I�ll always do as you please. Please forgive me.� I didn�t know what to say other than that. She stared in my eyes silently, like judging me. Then she said in a soft voice, �Go to Zaib bibi�s room at once. She was furious when we returned home and found out that you�ve run away. She swore that if you were not found out before she awoke, she�ll go in search of you herself and whip you to death then and there, in front all present. Go and kneel before her bed, before she awakes. That might soften your punishment. I won�t be able to protect you from her wrath when she�s angry, even mom can�t protect you, coz she�s very short tempered and we don�t interfere in her ways.�Hearing this, I was surrounded by fear. Fear of the unknown. What might she do to me when she awakes? She looked to me like a very softhearted person from outside. But I knew in my heart, that from inside, she might beat Satan in sadism. The look, the cold look in her eyes gave me shivers inside my fragile body. Her serene almond-eyes had the look that it no force on earth could stop her from inflicting pain on me. And maybe she knew her power�absolute power over me and every of her slave that she ever owned.

����������� I was staring at Sabeen bibi�s face like a fool, when she pushed my head away with her foot and said, �Go now, what are you waiting for?� I started to crawl on all fours towards Zaib bibi�s room, which was situated on the upper floor of the house. I started to crawl on the floor when I heard footsteps descending from the staircase. I got to one side of the staircase and identified Shehla bibi�s exceptionally fair feet with long nails. But the feet just stopped one stair above, in front of my face. Now what could be her loss if she just passed down the stairs? But no�how could she then feel the power and authority she had over me? So she barked, �Come on you insignificant piece of shit, what are you waiting for? Prostrate at my feet and show your submission to me.� I had no choice but to degrade myself in front of that egotistical beast. So I prostrated before a being that actually deserved to be in a psychiatric ward.

�Yes, that�s more like it. Always remember to prostrate at my feet whenever I�m passing by, otherwise my leather belt is a good teacher.� she said in a gay voice.

����������� She put her left foot on my head and unnecessarily pushed it hard twice on the marble stair. Then she took her path and I took mine. When I reached Zaib bibi�s door, I got puzzled whether to stand from my crawling position and open the door, or to find an alternative.

�With your mouth, ghulam� I heard Shireen bibi�s voice from the back in her usual snobby style and understood what she meant. To make sure I did as ordered, she came up to me and said �I should not hear a sound from your pathetic mouth�, and then stood on the back of my knees. My face went red, just to hold back my agony of her full weight on my frail limbs. She did that so I couldn�t stand from my position.

�Don�t make a sound or you�ll lose your voice forever.� She threatened me. I raised my head as far as I could at once, to minimize the pain inflicted on me as soon as possible. It felt like my knees are going to be crushed under her weight. I took the doorknob in my mouth and tried to rotate the knob, but in vain. I clenched my teeth, it was painful for me to grab a brass knob with my teeth, but my grasp became hard on the knob due to my owner�s incredible weight. She, while on the other hand, enjoyed the scene. When I looked back pleadingly, I am sure she must�ve seen that my face has turned crimson red from pain and agony. But she rather enjoyed my miserable sight.

�It�s a pity that it�s just about time that Zaib wakes up. If you�re not at her feet before she wakes, you�re in deep shit.� She said mockingly.

����������� I tried hard this time to hold the knob tightly between my teeth, and finally succeeded in opening the door. Shireen bibi stepped down from my knees. I got down on all fours again, like a dog and crawled inside the room. Shireen bibi closed the door without making a sound. In front of me, I saw a goddess lying on the bed in the most carefree manner. Zaib bibi was lying on her left side, and had a cushion between her thighs. Her pink dainty feet looked as superb as ever. But I didn�t dare to look at her for long, although she was asleep. I crawled towards her bed, and then put my head to her bedroom slippers. I don�t know for how long I stayed there, never moving an inch in her awe. I just kept on thinking the pain she would inflict upon me and the torture she might mete out on me. She was petite than her sisters, yet it felt like she exuded an aura of authority over them. While she slept, she looked like an innocent doll. But I knew that her innocence was only a disguise to hide her sadistic pleasures. As I was thinking these things, I heard some movement on the bed. Maybe she was awake. Then I felt two pretty feet resting on my head. Zaib bibi was up. I heard her voice, �lucky dog! You�ve come before I woke up. I knew you wouldn�t succeed in running away from your owners. But this doesn�t mean that you�d be spared. It is just that your punishment would be comparatively lenient. But I wonder whether you could put up with MY lenient punishment. Anyway, put my feet in my slippers and follow me to the bathroom.�

����������� I held the sole of her left foot, shaking, and put her foot in her slippers respectfully as if my life depended on it. I did the same with her right foot. She stood up from her bed. Then surprisingly, I didn�t know what came over me, and I started to rub my forehead on her feet.

�Now, now, dog. That won�t do any good. You should�ve thought about that before running away. You�re destined to end up during my medical experiments. By the way, I hope you know that I�m a medical student, and am looking forward to using you as a guinea pig. Well, I know you wouldn�t know what a guinea pig is. You�ll understand that when your �treatment� starts.� She said in a mater-of-fact tone. She started to walk towards the bathroom and I followed like her loyal dog. She didn�t even looked back to see if I was following her or not. She readily knew that I�d never disobey her. She opened the bathroom door and went inside. I stopped at the door.

�Did I tell you to wait outside, fool?� she said angrily. I crawled inside and saw a lavishly decorated bathroom. My house at the village would�ve been much cheaper than her bathroom. I could see from the corners of my eyes that she put off her sleeping pajamas and sat on the commode seat.

�Come here and make your head my footstool.� She ordered. I went towards her feet and she put one of her feet on my head and the other on my back casually. I heard the splash of piss running down the commode and felt sick. Am I not a human being? Don�t I have any dignity? At the tender age of fourteen, I started to think about such things. I was lower than dogs. I�d heard that the citizens of urban areas are civilized and sophisticated. But what I could understand now was that they are more sophisticated in devising new ideas for torturing and degrading humans lower than themselves in class.

When she was through, she stood up from the commode and put her full weight on my head. I writhed in pain and moaned.

�Yum yum�I like the moans in pain, especially pain inflicted by me.� She said in a pleasing manner. �Come on, hold this toilet paper between your teeth and wipe me.� I couldn�t believe what she just said. How could she do that to me? It�s a great sin to look at a naked female body, so I requested her in a humble tone, �Bibi please don�t do this to me. It�s a great sin. Please don�t make me do it. God will punish if I did so.�

�God�you�ll get to God once you get past me. Right now, I�m your Goddess. Prostrate in front of me like I�m your goddess. Now!!� she said in a harsh tone.

�Please bibi�please don�t do this to me. I beg you. God will put me in hell. There�s no God but One.� I tried to persuade her religiously.

�You�re afraid of hell�huh? Oh baby, wait till you see the hell created by me. Once I finish with you, you�ll be worshipping me.� She said in a sweet tone. She wiped herself and threw the toilet paper on my head. She ordered, �Flush it down and come to me at once. I�ve got some real entertainment for family today.� I took the toilet paper, threw it in the commode, and flushed it. I crawled towards the room once again and knelt at her feet.

�Follow me� she said. I did as ordered and she went out of her room. Just on the left side of her room was a small room, rather a chamber for keeping pillows and comforters. It must be around 4 feet in width, 5 feet in length and 3 feet in height. She ordered me to go in that chamber. I tried to squeeze inside with great difficulty. She closed the chamber�s door and I heard her saying, �your good time has ended. Relax comfortably until I get you out. I�ll start the �fun� when Almas returns. Chill ran through my body at her words. I knew my bad time had come.

����������� It was getting hard for me to remain in that congested chamber, and before long, I found it hard to breathe. I panicked. What if no one attended to my pleas? There seemed to be no sound near the chamber. Seemed like everyone was downstairs. I had to do something, so I put my mouth close to the chamber�s door. This way, I could breathe a little better. My back started to ache after a couple of hours. I had been crouching in this position for 3 or 4 hours. Those pretty demons seemed to forget about me. I felt my head started to become light due to lack of oxygen. But I kept on breathing through the small opening of the door. I don�t know for how many long hours had passed through my ordeal, when the chamber�s door sprang open. There was Sabeen bibi standing outside.

�Come out, doggie. Time to straighten up your back.� She said in an affectionate tone. I struggled to crawl out, but my backache had locked my position. Sabeen bibi helped me out by pulling me out with my hair. I had somehow crawled outside, but couldn�t find it easier to straighten up, or even to crawl further due to backache. She noticed my ordeal and helped me out, by pushing my straight on the floor flat, and stood on top of me. I cried in pain. But she just kept on trampling and saying that this will help me. She treaded on my spine, and I could hardly breathe under her weight. But she was helping me in her own way. I deliberately seized my moaning forcefully so she may think that my ache had ended. It worked and she stepped off.

�Doggie, it�s time for you to learn some lesson. Zaib bibi and Almas bibi are waiting for you downstairs. I�ve requested them not to be too harsh in your first lesson. That�s the best I could do for you. After all, I can�t force them to spare you, mainly because they�re my elder sisters, and secondly, because it�s really necessary to punish for what you did. It�s for your own good.� She said in a friendly manner, like she�s asking me to eat candies. Maybe torturing me WAS like offering me candies for them. I mustered my strengths to face my upcoming punishment, maybe a thorough belting, severe than the last time.

�Come with me, doggie.� She said, putting a dog collar in my neck and attaching it to a leash. I had really become her dog. I started to crawl behind her, as her big ass swayed. I felt a tingling in my crotch for the first time in my life. I felt like my penis was getting hard, imagining myself as her dog and following her round ass like one. We reached downstairs, where I could see all of my owners, smirking at me. Almas bibi was still in her riding attire. Zaib bibi was clad in blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt. She was wearing a pair of long-heeled black sandals. She rose to her feet and walked towards me. I knelt at her feet. She said in her habitual soft but authoritative tone,

�ghulam�u thought that you�d not be punished, coz you�re not touched since you returned, or rather, were forced to return. But I was actually waiting for the right time to punish you. And what better time than our evening teatime. Shehla, bring my toys.�

Shehla bibi brought her toys, which turned out to be a pair of pliers, some common pins and a wicked looking hammer.

�Today, you�ll learn the lesson of your life, that is, never to betray your betters.� She said in a menacing manner, �Sabeen, fasten him to the floor tight.�

Sabeen took me towards the staircase and tied my hands and feet very tightly with the adjoining iron grill. I was totally bound to the floor, and to make matters worse, Shehla bibi walked up to me and put her pretty feet with 5 inch heels on both of my hands. I yelped in pain but she crushed my fingers even more. Now, Zaib bibi came close to me, and crouched in front of me.

�Dog�I believe in eradicating the root of the problem. With these skillful hands, you were able to climb the window. So why not finish these sweet little poor fingers.� She said in a pitiless voice, and continued, �but my ghulam, don�t worry. I�ll make that painful for you, so you never forget the lesson.� I was still unable to understand what she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to beat me with her pliers and hammers etc. but her sadistic mind had other ideas.

����������� She gently soothed my little fingers, which had started bleeding due to constant crushing by Shehla bibi�s sandals. �God has blessed you with such precious body parts as these little fingers of yours. Why didn�t you ever make good use of these fingers, like massaging your owners� feet? Too bad, they meet a terrible ending.� With these words, she suddenly clasped my nail with pliers and started to pull vehemently. I shrieked in pain, as blood started to ooze out from my nail. I kept crying in pain with my full voice, but she seemed to enjoy that. Her facial innocence had totally vanished and she looked like an obsessed person, concentrating on pulling out my nail. At last, she gave a final strong jerk, and my nail pulled out. I could see my flesh and blood, where once my nail had been.

�Yes�yes�.that�s more like it.� Shehla bibi said in excitement. I felt like I would pass out when she got hold of my second nail and started the rite again. Again, my shrieks in despair. Again, the wild look on her face. Again, the hysterical laughs of Shehla bibi. I could see Shireen bibi�s hand under her kameez, on her crotch. Sabeen bibi was looking plainly at me, emotionless. While Almas bibi was swaying in a rhythmical manner on the arm of couch.

����������� When Zaib bibi pulled my fifth nail on right hand, Almas bibi rose and said �It�s my turn now.� I could clearly see the wetness on her crotch, and the unsteadiness of her paces. Same was the case with Zaib bibi. She seemed too aroused. She sank on the couch, taking heavy breaths. I tried in vain to get my fingers free, but under Shehla bibi�s weight, I was nothing. Almas bibi came forward, and I was in utter fear, and helpless, seeing her in riding boots. She looked a tower of power and supremacy. Her emotionless face told the stories of cruelties that she might have meted out on her previous servants. Even in my painful condition, I could see her swollen pussy protruding from her figure-hugging riding pants, due to excitement. She sat down, my face between her thighs, and her crotch inches from my face.

�Don�t worry�ghulam. It wouldn�t be so painful in my turn. I�m stronger than Zaib bibi and will pull your nails out in a jiffy. Don�t worry.� she said. I was ecstatic in pain and didn�t comprehend half of her words due to my agony. She clasped my first nail on the left hand strongly with the pliers, and pulled so forcefully that for once, I thought that whole of my finger had been torn off the hand. Some of my flesh pulled out with the nail too. I banged my head on the floor in pain. That was the only thing I could do in my desperation. But they wanted me to suffer so bad, that Sabeen bibi put her big foot on my head, it just added to my misery. Almas bibi pulled my nails out, one by one. The floor got wet with my tears, and my blood. When she had pulled all of the nails, she nodded towards Shehla bibi. She got of my hands and assumed Almas bibi�s position. Almas bibi not stepped on my fingers and hands. I could feel my hands getting numb. I thought, at last my misery has come to an end. But Divinity had other plans for me. Rather, I�d started to believe that these owners are divine power over me. Zaib bibi had not lied when she had told me that once she gets through me, I�ll be worshipping her. I had, indeed, reached that stage. I could worship her, just to end my miseries. Long through my pains, I had prayed to God to save me from these heartless creatures, but my prayers were unheard. Now I considered my owners as the centre of my worship. They could end my miseries if they wanted to.

����������� Shehla bibi had mischievous smile on her face and said, �Here comes the goody good part�. She took one common pin, and pushed it in my nail�s flesh. Any voice couldn�t come out of my mouth for 2 or 3 seconds due to shock, and then I starting screaming in pain. She pushed those menacing pins one by one in the flesh where once nails were located. She kept on wetting her lips with her tongue, as if enjoying a sumptuous meal. She took great enjoyment, seeing my suffering and taunting me at the same time. When she had done her task, she stood up, and unexpectedly Almas bibi crashed her booted feet on those pins. An electric shock went in my mind, and I fainted.

����������� When I regained consciousness, my tormentors were having tea and snacks, like a regular day. I was still fastened to the iron grill.

�Hey our ghulam is up�time for further lessons� said Shireen bibi. She stood up from the couch and walked towards me, the echo of her every step exploding in my mind. She raised my chin by her foot, and said �your miseries are about to end. I�ll finish the job�.

����������� She took pliers from the floor, placed a few feet away. I shivered at its sight. Pain was still throbbing from my crushed and bruised fingers. �I�m a very soft-hearted lady, and I can�t see such ugly pins on your body. Say what�I remove your fingers so neither would u have fingers�nor would u be suffering from these vicious pins.� She said in a scornful tone. I understood what was coming.

�Please Maalkin. I�m already in too much pain. Please have mercy on me, I beg you. I can�t stand so much pain� I pleaded.

�No�who said you couldn�t stand so much pain. I say you can stand a lot of pain. I guarantee that. And by the way, it�s Zaib bibi�s subject in her human psychology subject. You can think of yourself as a hero, who dedicated his life for medical research. It is an assignment given to her to find out pain and human endurance.� Shireen bibi said in a soft manner. I couldn�t understand most of what she said. I did, however, understand that I�ll be seeing the last of my fingers in a matter of minutes. �Now�you be a good slave and present your hand to me yourself. Otherwise, I might think that you didn�t understand the lesson Zaib bibi gave, and well, I might further torture you.� She warned. I raised my bruised and battered hand to her. She crouched in front of me, and took my hand in hers gently. She put my index finger between pliers, and I closed my eyes.

�No�no dear, you have to look while I crush your fingers. It�s very important for you.� She affectionately advised me. I opened my eyes, to see that she was looking closely at my finger. She asked Sabeen bibi for help to put me in place. Sabeen bibi came and comfortably sat on my head. My head felt like it would crush down. My face was completely encased by her thighs and feet. I felt the pain in my finger as Shireen bibi started to use force on pliers. I could hear her grunt as she applied more and more force. I felt like my heart was going to stop any minute. The pain was so incredible that my breath trapped somewhere inside my heart. I could only mumble �ah..ah..ah� due to loss of breath. Even screaming wanted more energy than I had. Finally, I could hear with my own ears, the crunching of my index finger.

�One down, 9 more to go� she said in a funny manner, and all present laughed as if it was a joke. Shireen bibi now dutifully resumed her job of crushing my other fingers. My mouth was completely closed as the weight of Sabeen bibi on my head forbade me to open my mouth even a little bit. My mouth was completely pinned to the floor. As I heard the rapid crunching of my fingers, I could only grumble, as my head felt like it would explode due to pain.

�That�s what I like about you Pathans. You have high endurance for pain. If it had been for another guy, he would�ve surely died of pain.� Shireen bibi taunted. I would�ve died as well, but the pains in my body didn�t let me die. Whenever I thought I was on verge of dying, a new series of pains brought me to life. When all of my fingers were crushed, I felt Shireen bibi put my lumps of meat, previously knows as fingers, on the floor. To be sure that my fingers had totally been crushed, she called out Almas bibi. Almas bibi came and stomped on my fingers hard, and I could feel the throbbing of my heart so forcefully that I thought it burst. When my severed nails and fingers had been converted to a gooey mess, she stepped off of my fingers. But that was not all.

�Shehla, come and reduce this useless weight off his body.� Shireen bibi instructed. I couldn�t understand from my semi-conscious state what she meant by �useless weight�. I felt a foot on my left wrist, and came the sharp sound of �thwack�. I couldn�t understand for a few seconds what had happened, until the base of my fingers felt like a thousand bees stung on my bare flesh. And it dawned on me, that�..I had finally been rid of my fingers from their bases. I jerked so violently that even Sabeen bibi lost her balance a bit for a second, but then understanding my unbearable agony, pushed my head harder towards the floor so I stay still. She put her hands on my back as well so I my body couldn�t move. I felt her moist pussy rubbing against my head. Maybe that was all my life was worth in their eyes. I could peep through a small opening between Sabeen bibi�s thighs that the kind act of chopping my fingers was done by none other than Zaib bibi. She held a mean-looking axe in her soft hands. She took my other hand and placed it on the floor. Shireen bibi put her foot on that hand, while Zaib bibi raised the axe again, and before it came down, I fainted again. But even when I had lost consciousness before slashing of my fingers, I could feel the agonizing pain in my unconscious state.

����������� When I regained consciousness again, it was nighttime. I was still at my place, but was unfastened. I saw Sabeen bibi watching a cartoon program on her TV and no one else was present. I moaned loudly as my pains still rose. She looked towards me and then changed her gaze towards the TV. Without looking at me, she said

�Come here, doggie.� I tried to crawl as fast as I could. I was too terrified of these inhuman creatures. Loss of blood and empty stomach had drained most of my energy. My blood had dried on the spot where once my fingers were located. When I reached her feet I knelt at her feet, but due to immense pain, kept moving to and fro at her feet. She had a dog-bowl in which there were some chicken bones and leftovers.

�It�s been quite a while when u last had something to eat. I�d saved these especially for my precious dog. After every lesson, you�ll get such rewards. After all, we�re not so ignorant and cruel� she said sympathetically. And even with that pain in my body, I wanted to laugh at that simpleton, who considered herself and her family as kind and softhearted, even after their atrocious treatment. I silently thanked her in my heart, rather than God, for the food that she offered.

�you�re not supposed to touch the food with your hands. Eat like a dog� she sneered. I started to chew the bones hungrily. I swallowed even the hard pieces of bones, as I�d been hungry for more than a day. When I had finished up all of the bones, I looked innocently towards her. She understood my gesture that I wanted more.

�humph�you�re a very naughty dog, you never let me enjoy my cartoon.� She said in irritatingly. She rose from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I crawled behind her. When I reached kitchen, I saw her standing next to the trash bin.

�Eat whatever you can from this trash bin. Naturally, I wouldn�t spoil you by giving meat. You�re a dog and should understand your place.� She said.

����������� I went towards the trash bin. It was open. I mistakenly raised my hands to take something out from the trash bin to eat, when suddenly I remembered that I didn�t have my fingers anymore. Tears rolled down my cheeks, just to think that I�ve become disabled for life. And why�s that so? Just because of entertaining these wicked rich females, who don�t think of anything but their sadistic pleasures.

�Have you ever seen a dog holding things like you�re doing? A dog uses his paws, and look, you have such cute paws yourself now. You ungrateful creature, you should thank us for doing this to you. Use only your mouth� she said angrily. I put my face down in the trash bin, but thrust my face out due to foul-smell. Sabeen bibi couldn�t take it anymore, so she thrust my face again in the bin with her heavy foot. My face messed up with trash in the bin that consisted of peels of fruits and leftovers. I started to chew slowly, as my hunger pangs were killing me. And I didn�t want to displease Sabeen bibi as well. When she took off her foot from my head, I thought that my stomach was full with filth as well. So I took my head out of the trash bin. She slowly walked towards the TV lounge and instructed me to wash my face with water tap, located next to their lawn. I did as ordered and returned to her feet. She inserted her big toe in my mouth, looking down plainly. I took her toe inside my mouth and sucked. I sucked on and on. U could feel the cheesy substance on her foot. She kept on inserting her foot more and more in my little mouth. She ordered me to bring a side-table and place it in front of her couch. I brought the heavy side-table with great difficulty. It was difficult for me as I couldn�t hold on to the table with my fingers, as I had none. Pain shot through my mind as I brought the table and placed it before her. She placed her feet, crossed, on the table, and gave a simple order, �Lick like a loyal dog�. I complied with her orders and started giving her a footbath. I gave her feet long licks. I licked between her toes. I nibbled on the flesh on her soles. She would eventually look at me, with pleasure in her eyes. I forgot my pains seeing her getting pleasures from my tongue. She watched the TV unmoved, as it was a normal practice for her.

�Mom and sisters have gone to the airport to pick my cousin up. She�s coming from Sweden and is 10 years old. Be sure to keep her entertained as she�s coming for her holidays here. She�s the only child of her parents, so she might be a little problem child for you.� Sabeen bibi informed me. Well, how much problem child would she be as compared to my current tormentors? I continued licking her soles, and she leaned a little down on the couch. I could again feel the tingling sensations in my dick. I didn�t know why. Maybe the thought of licking her feet gave me this feeling.

����������� It was around half an hour later that I heard the honking of horn. Sabeen bibi nodded at me approvingly, and I crawled towards the main gate. I had hard time again, opening the gate due to loss of my fingers. It hurt real bad. But the honing of horn became impatient. I succeeded at last in opening the gate, when my owners� land Cruiser screeched inside. I remembered to bow down, as instructed by Almas bibi. I closed the gate, somewhat easily than opening. I crawled hurriedly towards the vehicle. All of my owners were seated, waiting for me to open their doors. I struggled hard to open the front door, but in vain. I didn�t have fingers, and the stinging pain in my hands prevented me from applying force to it. I could see all of them smiling at me, smiling at my suffering. At last, Shireen bibi opened her door, smashing my head to the door�s fell back. But to offer my apologies to her, I crawled at once towards her feet. She gave me a swift kick to my head, and told me to welcome the little guest. The young guest opened her door. She was a very pretty girl, with green eyes and blushing cheeks. She was wearing dark blue frock with black tights and long boots. She was very innocent looking. I felt really embarrassed in front of her. She was about my age, and she�d be making fun of me in her heart, seeing my pathetic condition.

�you swine�what are you looking at. Go and kiss her feet.� Shireen bibi thundered, like all my life was about kissing their feet. I hesitated a bit still. It�s easy t be submissive to your elder, it�s easy to be submissive to your younger, but it�s not easy to be submissive to your peer. At this stage, Almas bibi pulled out of the car. She was wearing camel colour leather pants with figure-hugging black sleeveless shirt. She pulled her steel belt out, and started to whip me hard on my back. I writhed in pain under her high-platform sandals.

�first�you come so lazily to open the gates. Then you forget to bow down your head as ordered. Then you are unable to open the doors for us. And now you�re hesitant to kiss your owner�s feet. You pig�how you dare disobey my mom�s orders.� She said panting loud as she got tired. Her belting left me with severe pain in my spine. I looked towards the child�s face, hiding my embarrassment from her. I wanted to bury myself in ground from her gaze. She was looking directly at me. I crawled towards her shoes, and kissed the tips of her leather boots. She just kept looking down at me, with obvious innocence. Maybe she didn�t even know what was all this kissing and licking about. She didn�t know about my �slavery� factor. Shehla bibi opened the rear door of the vehicle and pulled out the kid�s bag herself, showing mercy to me for the first time. Or maybe she knew for sure that I could never take the bag out due to throbbing pain in my hands. I hung the bag in my arms and followed my superiors. It was a moment of excitement and rejoice for everyone as their cousin had come to visit us. But it made no difference to me. I was at their feet. Twice, Almas bibi mistakenly stepped on me as they didn�t notice their slave on the floor. She kicked me hard whenever she stepped on me, like it was my fault. The greatest pain was felt when Sabeen bibi stepped on my severed and battered hands by mistake. I shrieked in pain, she jumped in shock from my sudden shriek, and then got in a rage.

�You almost got me frightened, you pig� she roared, stomping and treading on my body, while everyone else laughed at her. The young girl was too quiet, for I never saw her talking to anyone since she came. I took off her boots, mainly by pulling her heels by my teeth. She just stared down at me silently, just observing what I was doing. She was looking at me like a child observes new toy. I pulled off her socks as well. I was too ashamed of serving a child my own age. Her feet smelled a little, and she put her toe close to my mouth, as if telling me to suck her toe. She might not be doing this to me to degrade me, but maybe because she truly thought of me as a dog, as my owners kept calling me in front of her. Or maybe because she was curious, as most children are curious of trying new things. When I didn�t take her toe in my mouth, she pulled her toe away from me.

�Irum�we had a small fun planned for you tonight. Let us start that� Zaib bibi told the young girl in excited voice. Then she fixed her gaze at me that gave me shivers. I looked down at the floor, unable to face her gaze.

�Remember ghulam�I said that I believe in eradicating the root of problem? When you had run away, something other than your hands helped you in running away. Guess what that is?� she said in her usual soft tone. I froze in terror.

�Yes�you�re thinking right�your feet. I could�ve slashed your feet in the evening as well. But I wanted to save some entertainment for Irum. Sabeen, fasten him to his place.� she ordered mercilessly. They were demons in human form. Previously I thought that they were heartless creatures. But now I was certain that they had a heart, a really evil one. Their sadistic thirst never quenched. I panicked and started to look around in confusion. At times like these, mind boggles and the person doesn�t know what to do or what to think. I crawled fast to Zaib bibi�s feet and started kissing her feet reverently, begging her to spare me as I had learnt my lesson. She just marveled at the thought of having a male at her feet. And the thoughts of what she could do to him at her whims.

�Ghulam�you were talking about some person in the morning, saying that he�ll send you to hell and that you�d not prostrate at my feet as it�s a sin. Am I recalling that correctly, ghulam?� she said mockingly. I understood what she wanted; I had no choice but to accept her as my Goddess. I screamed loud, saying that she�s my Goddess and that I worship her. She has complete authority over my life and death. I prostrated in a proper manner, like a subject prostrates while worshipping prayers. I heard laughs around the lounge, looking at my pathetic state of mind. I�d just been reluctant of obeying her orders in the morning, talking about God�s wrath. And now, within a matter of hours, I was declaring her my Goddess and Divine authority. How elevated must�ve she thought of herself while I delivered these words. How arrogant would she be, absorbing my words in her mind? What lustful satisfaction would she have experienced, looking down at me in abject misery and awe of her?

�Ghulam�remember I told you that you�ll be worshipping me once I get through my techniques with you. Well, it looks like my prediction was a little inaccurate. You submitted to me BEFORE I completely got through to you.� She said proudly. I feared the inevitable in her voice. Sabeen bibi pulled me by the leash and took me to that dreaded place where my fingers were brutally cut off. She fastened me to the grill once again, as I sobbed and cried in terror. My weeping made no difference to anyone, except Zaib bibi whose dimples grew deeper as she smiled lovingly.

����������� She walked towards me, her feet coming closer and closer as my heart sank.

 

 

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 4

(By Pakislave)

 

 

I looked pleadingly in Irum bibi�s eyes for some sympathy, but there was none. She looked towards me with a straight face. Like a kid looks on when a new act is performed before her and she keeps on thinking in her mind what�s going to happen next. I had no humans around me, just brutal creatures; no mercy, just hideous excitement; no compassion, just selfish joys; no hope of deliverance, just anxiety of what was to follow. I knew that these vile Mistresses would get rid of me, one time or other. But the fear of HOW I was to be got rid of sank my heart. Why wouldn�t they just kill me the easy way? What crime had I committed by pursuing my freedom? After all, I was a free human and didn�t willingly become their slave. I was forcibly pushed into slavery. I had always felt bad whenever Aunt Saira used to beat stray dogs that would mistakenly barge into her small vegetable garden. I wished that she just threw stones away that would frighten the dogs away. There was no point in trapping a dog at some corner and then beating the poor animal violently with a stick. I always thought that she�s a little mentally sick that�s why she acts so. But after seeing my Owners� endless cruelties on my weak and fragile body, I was now thinking that maybe I was the one who was mentally sick, because majority is always right. If my aunt did so and now my mistresses are committing the likewise cruelties on me, then maybe that�s the normal thing to do. But this thought just added to my miseries. Why I wasn�t the one on the upper hand, why was I the lower one? These millions of thoughts were coming in my mind randomly in microseconds and boggling my mind.

����������� Meanwhile, Mistress Sabeen had fastened me to my punishment post where my fingers were severed from the roots. I was not given even the slightest medical treatment, and I was already feeling like I�d faint due to loss of blood. And to add to my wretchedness, I was ordered by Sabeen bibi to wipe my own blood off the marble floor with my wounded hands. To show her sympathy towards me, Mistress Sabeen had put tape on my fingers, instead of first-aid bandages.

����������� When she had fastened me to my punishment post, Zaib bibi came over and started looking towards me, thinking of something. I at once fixed my gaze down towards her regal feet, under which I belonged. I couldn�t look up to her, but knew she was looking directly towards me. After a while, she told Sabeen bibi to bring that �special device� she had used on her numerous previous slaves. I didn�t know about any of those slaves� whereabouts. I just knew that my frail body had to undergo a long way of torment.

����������� Sabeen bibi left me, while I tried to break free of my bondage and reach Zaib bibi�s feet to humbly ask for forgiveness, which I knew she didn�t have to the slightest. But as a last hope, a person tries all of his options, even those that are quite useless. I knew my groveling at her feet would result in nothing more than her increased excitement. And that was excitement that compelled her to treat me more harshly and wickedly. She seemed quite amused at my appalling condition and my frantic struggle to break free and reach her feet, just to kiss her feet fervently and pray for mercy. When I was unsuccessful, I cried in desperation, �Please do not torture me anymore, my Goddess. You�re my Goddess, my Creator. You have the power of creating or destroying my worthless life. I was born to serve you. Please spare my legs and I�ll always be at your beck and call. All I ask for is a little mercy. My life�s under your feet. You have the authority to do as you like. I can only pray to you. I hope my prayers to you would not get unnoticed.� I was weeping in pain and submissiveness, while all the others were laughing their hearts out. Zaib bibi had cute dimples in her cheeks whenever she laughed. And as a habit, she moved her head back when she was laughing with her hand covering her mouth. Her whole body was in constant movement with the force of her merciless and lustful laughter. Tears came in her eyes, and she barely stopped her laughter and said in a sneering tone, �oh my poor baby! If you�d said these things a little before, maybe your hands would've been spared. But I guess you�re a little late. And don�t worry; you�ll still serve me, WITHOUT YOUR HANDS AND FEET, crawling like a worm that you are. I like my slaves to be always under my knee-level. And to make it easy for them, I chop off their feet. So it was understood. As for your hands, they were unfortunate to be a part of your body as you used them to run away from such good owners like us. Now, suffer!� She barked the last two words spitting fire.

����������� Sabeen bibi had brought a wooden plank, around six feet long, with numerous straps on it. She leaned and balanced the plank horizontally with a wall. While she was doing this, Almas bibi walked towards me and grabbed my by my hair. She dragged me towards the plank and jerked my head, indicating that I should stand up. I obeyed her and stood up. She pushed me towards the plank and held me still, while Sabeen bibi tied the straps over my body. When she was through, I was strapped from head to toe. I was like a cocoon. My fingerless arms were pointing downwards. The first strap was across my shoulders, pinning me tightly against the plank. After a number of straps, the last one held my ankle fast. My feet were on the floor. The plank had special clips whose holders were on that wall, and Sabeen bibi had clasped the clips with the holders. So now, my plank was locked with the wall on 90 degrees. And with the plank, I was tightly motionless as well. I couldn�t even move my head from left to right, or my arms that were tightly strapped on both sides of my body. I stared at my owners� feet, never raising my eyes above their ankle level. I distinctly remembered the eye-removal act of that poor boy at the police station. Zaib bibi came towards me. I was at her breast-level while standing. She said, �I could�ve made your foot-removal process slow and painful like your fingers. But now that you�ve accepted me as your Goddess, I�ll be a little sympathetic to you. I would just crush your feet and then chop them off, nothing more. Okay, my subject?� She smiled and her cute dimples grew deep.

����������� I knew what was being planned, but had a little hope hiding somewhere in my heart. But after listening to her plans from herself, even that ray of hope vanished. I just tried to concentrate on my future in this world, the world that I was soon going to say bid adieu to.

����������� While we were having this little �chit-chat�, all of the others present had silently left the lounge. Zaib bibi sat on a nearby couch with a touch of regality. After a few minutes, all of the family members returned. I notice that all of them were wearing high-heeled sandals, each of the sandals having an at least 8-inch heel. And then their plan struck my head. I started my series of pleadings again.

�Oh my poor little dog, why don�t you just understand it for once and all. It is sure and impossible to avoid what�s coming your way. No need to think that there would be some escape from my wrath, for whatever I say is inevitable. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. The fact is I want you to suffer, for me� Zaib bibi said in a menacing tone.

����������� All of the ladies, except Irum bibi, came close to me. �I think I should be the first one,� said Almas bibi, her simple words uttered through her thin lips struck my heart. She was wearing blue jeans and a tightly fitted sweat top. She was wearing camel-coloured long boots that had wicked-looking heels.

�Look at your feet, ghulam� she ordered me, with which I didn�t comply and shut my eyes close.

�I said look at your feet, you piece of shit!� she screamed in anger. Notwithstanding her anger, I opened my eyes slowly and looked towards my feet. At that very second, she raised her right leg and smashed her heel like lightening on my bare, fragile toes. I howled in pain. She didn�t stop there. She kept on crushing my big toe under her vicious-looking heel, while twisting and grinding her teeth.

�Now tell me, ghulam. Do you like the reward of showing betrayal to your kind and rightful owners?� she sneered. I writhed in pain but couldn�t move due to tight straps around my body.

�My turn� Sabeen bibi said, sending me into a state of astonishment. How could she do that? She called me her pet. Why is she after torturing me?

�I know what you�d be thinking, pet. But think of it, you betrayed me as well. I treated you so nicely and accepted you as my personal pet, but you didn�t think about me when you escaped. Now it�s my duty as well to punish you. And what you did deserves no mercy, just punishment, a severe one.� She said in voice filled with hate and sadness.

����������� Well�well�well! I�m still nothing to her. My freedom doesn�t mean anything to her. She thinks that my bondage is a right thing and my freedom, a betrayal. Total desperation engulfed me. I wanted to evaporate like steam from this place. ����������� Sabeen bibi stepped forward and stood straight in front of me, my face a little upwards than her belly. She was wearing a knee-length red kameez (shirt), that was a little tight at her belly; and ankle-high white shalwar (kind of trouser). She wore red open-end sandals with straps going up to her ankles. Her heels were 5 inches high, and she looked like a giantess in front of me. She put one hand on my head and pushed my head downwards so I could see what was about to happen to my next toe. I tried to look up, but she increased the pressure on my head.

�You pig, look down. A superior has ordered you to look down; you don�t dare to defy your superiors� orders.� She barked. I was amazed at how quick this lady�s temperament changes from being nice to being a total bitch. I, though, complied with her orders and looked towards my feet in horror. My big toe was bleeding profusely and seemed like a piece of crushed meat. Sabeen bibi placed both of her hands on each side of my shoulders now for balancing her right foot that was raised two feet high from the floor. Then she scornfully said, �Look, ghulam. Look down at your foot. I�m about to give you a lesson of your life. And think�think what you�ve done wrong.� Her words were giving me a tingling in my body and a feeling of embarrassment due to my act of betrayal.

����������� She gave a little pressure on my shoulders and her foot raised a little further�..then came crashing down on my foot forcefully. I shrieked in utmost pain and agony. Sabeen bibi had a chubby frame and a heavy foot, well�.heavy as compared to my frail body. She had just severed my second toe. And she wasn�t content with that. She kept on smashing her merciless big foot on my other toes as well. I didn�t know which toe should I think about or feel pain in. She was crushing my toes of left foot vehemently and savagely. The look on her face seemed as if she was obsessed with only one thing, to make my toes a piece of meat. But that was not so easy. My toes turned blue and I felt that my toe bones had cracked. I wanted to jump due to persisting pain shots in my small toes, but couldn�t due to the wooden plank�s tightly strapped locks with the wall. I couldn�t bear the pain. My mind was drifting and I felt light, like I was about to faint.

����������� Even when I had fainted, I felt that my remaining toes were being crushed in a similar fashion. I don�t know whether I was conscious at that time or unconscious. What I certainly remember is that pain�.that horrible pain that I was undergoing�my streaming tears�.the throbbing sensations that started from my toes to my head�.the licentious bouts of laughter echoing the lounge�the frustration engulfing my heart and mind�.

����������� When my pain had subsided a bit, I was able to return to consciousness, only to find that the agonizing pain in my feet had revived with my return to consciousness. I saw all of my tormentors, laughing and joking about me becoming their worm, to be crushed under their feet on their slightest whim. I also saw Irum bibi listening to them attentively. She had gleaming eyes at them, as if she was watching her favourite shoe, while I was at the end of tether. I don�t know what overcame me, maybe a angel of vengeance�or maybe a demon of stupidity that I started screaming in rage�due to my throbbing pain in contrast with the laughing and joking going around me,. There was a pin-drop silence for a moment in the lounge. Then I realized my mistake, when all of my mistresses stood up�fiery and enraged at their slave�s utter disobedience and ill mannerism.

�Bring us a couple of belts and sticks, Shehla dear. We�ve got to teach our slave a few new lessons in singing the tunes right� Shireen bibi instructed in a stern voice.

����������� Shehla didn�t waste any time in bringing the items for enhancing my torture and bringing more entertainment to their evening. Everyone held a piece of torture equipment in their hands that included a whip, two leather belts and three canes. Almas bibi held her whip at once, while Shireen bibi and Zaib bibi took the belts, while Shireen bibi, Sabeen bibi and Irum bibi each held a cane in their hands. I went into a frenzy of pleadings.

����������� �Err�sorry�I�m very sorry�it�s not my fault, Maalkin. U can understand that yourself�I�ve undergone so much misery�please have mercy on me now�please�please�I beg you�I understand that my life is under your feet�but please�end this misery for once and for all.� I said weeping.

�You pathetic son of a bitch�you�ve just made it hard on yourself, pig. You�ve insulted your owners by yelling aloud in front of us. You have to face the music now. I�ll tell you the consequences of misbehaving and raising your voice in front of the superior class.� Shireen bibi said disdainfully.

����������� They all stepped forward, wielding their torture devices, their eyes spitting fire. I shivered in anticipation of what was to follow. They looked like demons. They didn�t have any mercy in their eyes. Even the youngest one Irum bibi was holding a cane in her hand. She had a mischievous smile on her face. All of them started whipping and caning me simultaneously. I couldn�t save myself from their severe blows as the straps tightly bound me around my helpless body. Irum bibi also gave me fierce blows with her cane. She even poked the tip of her cane twice on my face with full force, which resulted in bleeding wounds from my forehead and cheek. I was being hit from all directions, but couldn�t move a muscle to protect myself. My heartless tormentors kept on beating me without the slightest pause for a few minutes that seemed like eternity. They gradually got tired of the repeated fun and threw away their torture devices one by one. The last one to end my wretchedness was Irumbibi, who was concentrating on my face while caning me. She seemed full of energy. Energy that she used to abuse me. Zaib bibi went towards Irumbibi and nudged on her shoulder. She looked back towards Zaib bibi, who handed her a mean looking hammer. Irumbibi inquisitively took the hammer, which seemed quite heavy. Zaib bibi smiled and pointed towards my feet. Sweat ran down my temple. I knew what she had meant. Irumbibi once again looked in my eyes. I fixed my gaze at her small, pretty feet. She squatted down. I pleaded for mercy, for sparing my already severed toes. But as I had observed, Irumbibi was deaf. That�s why Zaib bibi had nudged on her shoulder rather than calling her out.

����������� Irum bibi looked carefully at my wounded feet, like she was examining her subject. She put both of her delicate hands on hammer�s arm. She raised the hammer, and it came down like lightening on my right foot. I yelped in pain. But she didn�t stop there. She continued blows after blows of her wicked hammer on my already bleeding feet. I kept on screaming in pain, but never uttering a word that would show my defiance to my owners. I knew that would only bring another series of punishments. Irum bibi couldn�t hear my pleas, so she never raised her face for a second, just kept on smashing my feet to a pulp.

�Keep on screaming, ghulam. She can�t hear u. at last, a person that�s most suitable for serving rightful punishment to unfaithful slaves like you� Almas bibi said, with a grin.

����������� Every blow struck by my young mistress initiated from my toe, and ended up in my brain, flashing in green and white sparkling lights. When she was through smashing my toes to a pulp,I heard the revving up of a machine. And then I saw through my semi-opened eyes, I saw my Goddess Zaib holding am electric cutter in her delicate and soft hands. Irum bibi stepped aside, looking excitedly at the cutter.

�This would be the last punishment from your possessors of life, on account of your betrayal to your loving owners.� Zaib bibi said in a formal tone.

����������� Well�I didn�t know that loving owners chopped their slaves� fingers off. Anyways, Zaib bibi came close to me, intently switching the cutter on and off to instill fear in me. She squatted down near my feet.

�No�bibi�no�please don�t do this to your slave. I�ve declared you as my creator, my goddess. Please have mercy on me. Please don�t hurt me.� I pleaded, but in vain. She switched on the cutter once again, and then I felt a thousand bees stinging long needles in my ankles. Yes�she had slashed my feet from my ankles.

Aaaaaaaaargghh!� I shrieked in pain and lost my consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was surrounded by total darkness. Fear gripped me. Was I dead? No, my pain told me that I wouldn�t feel that if I were dead. My legs were numb. But I was feeling pain in my limb bones and muscles. I searched for my feet in darkness, but to my horror, there were none. The spot that my feet were present at, there was only a rough flesh there. Pain shot through my body when my fingers touched my slashed feet-spot. I started to weep in sadness. I was a cripple now. I was lower than a dog. And that only because of my own foolishness. My foolishness to runaway from my goddess. She had rightfully punished me. I was making up my mind to spend my remaining life in her abject slavery and worshipping her. She REALLY had command over my life and death, and what better time to acknowledge that fact than right now. But I still couldn�t fade the darkness inside my heart that compelled me to cry. I kept on crying until I felt a little sunlight around me. I concentrated and saw that I was shut in that small storeroom compartment that had been my bondage place before as well. After a while, I could also see my feetless legs. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

����������� It was past noon when someone opened my cell�s door. It was Irum bibi. Her green eyes stared at me. Then she gestured me to get out. I painfully crawled out, literally like a worm. It seemed as if my only wicked mentor in this household Sabeen bibi had poured some disinfectant on my decapitated legs. Its strong odour was still around me. This was her way of showing her concern for my hygiene. It was really agonizing for me to crawl while my decapitated legs rubbed with the hard floor. My flesh felt like it was on fire. I reached out to Irum bibi. She sat on a nearby sofa. She was wearing grey sweatshirt and pajamas.

����������� She was holding a dog bowl in her fair hands. She put the bowl between her feet. I hastened towards the bowl. I was very hungry at that moment. There was milk in the bowl. I started lapping up the milk like a dog. I heard Irum bibi giggling. Then she moved my head aside with her left foot. Then she dipped her foot in my milk bowl, then took her foot out, just above the bowl. She touched my lips lightly with her foot. I was feeling embarrassed already, having to prostrate in front of a child my own age. But by now, I was too afraid to defy any orders by my superiors. So I started licking the milk from her foot. I again heard her giggling. She repeated the same act a couple of times with the same foot, then switched to her right foot until the milk bowl was empty.

����������� I heard the footsteps coming up from the stairs. Then I saw Zaib bibi�s pink feet. Her feet came close to me, and I reverently kissed beneath her big toe.

�You�ll attend Irum bibi during her afternoon nap if she wants anything. I should not hear any complains from her. You�ll have to be attentive to her whim. You�ll not move your attention away from her for a second. As you know obviously, she can�t hear nor speak. One small mistake, and you wish you were never born.� She hissed.

����������� Irum bibi stood up from the sofa and advanced towards her room. I followed her crawling on the floor, behind her cute pink soles. She left the door open for me. I closed the door behind her. She lay down on her bed and switched on the television. I lay down beside her bed, facing the floor. But at that time I thought how I would know if she wanted to order me something. So I crawled towards her feet and with great difficulty got on all fours, so that I was able to look at least towards her stomach level. Due to loss of my fingers, it was hard to keep on all fours for long, but I tolerated patiently. I made sure not to look in her eyes, due to embarrassment of being like a dog in front of her, as well as for fear of punishment. She just watched the television lazily. Then I heard some lewd and funny sound from the television. I took a peek at the TV in a manner that she couldn�t notice me. I saw a naked man in the TV, lying on a bed. On top of her dick was naked woman bouncing up and down. I had never seen such a scene so my small dick responded promptly. I was erect. It was all too shameful for me, so I moved my gaze away from the TV at once. But I noticed that Irum bibi was watching the shameless scene with an anxious face. After the scene had ended, she switched to another channel. My penis was not erect anymore, but my heart was racing due to that scene. After some time, I saw her leaving her bed. She came towards me and grabbed my hair. She jerked my head backwards with force, so I fell on my back. She crouched down and removed my shalwar. I tried to resist, but she gestured me to stay silent by putting a finger on her red lips. She removed her pajamas. I looked at her pussy. Her slit looked very tight, just like my cousins in the village, whose pussies I used to see when my aunt Saira Gul would bathe them. Her pussy lips were pink in colour, and shiny. My dick got erect at once. She noticed that and gave me a smile. Her green eyes had deep passion. She slowly lowered herself on my dick. I started to utter pleadings, but she was deaf. She was trying to re-enact the scene that she had just seen for the first time, just like me. When she tried to enter my dick in her tight pussy, she obviously felt pain. But as her pussy touched the tip of my penis, I felt 1000 amperes current in my body. It was so soft, and delicate. She whimpered in pain. I, on the other hand, was slowly slithered in pleasures. She raised a little, as if to leave my dick and get off. But I was lost in exquisite pleasures to end my first sexual encounter so suddenly. So I put both of my fingerless arms on top of her thighs and forced her to sit down again on my dick. She tried to break free, and even being healthier looking than myself, she was no match for my wild sexual nature at that time. So her pussy was once again entered by my dick. She moaned loud, but couldn�t scream as she was dumb. I had become stubborn at that time, like my Mistresses. Now I understood how they would�ve felt when they played cruel with my frail body. Wild sensations started to swarm over my body and mind. I forced my dick into her pussy by giving a forceful jerk to my dick. She whined in pain and tears started rolling down her green eyes. A little blood oozed out from her pussy, but I was too ignorant at that time to pay heed to her whining. I felt strong tingling on the skin of my penis. My dick went in and out of her tight pussy, as my hands bound her at her position. Green lights flashed in my mind, due to exotic sensations I was experiencing. I observed that she had now stopped resisting, but had started bucking on top of me herself. Her painful moans turned to sensual moans. She had closed her eyes, and had rolled her head back in ecstasy. I left hold of her, but now she was riding on top of me on her own will. I was moving my head from left to right and vice versa, notwithstanding the electricity that ran through my body. Her bucking became rhythmic. Now she put both of her hands on my chest and started rubbing her hands on my nipples, while riding on my dick steadily. She was rubbing her hands from my stomach to my shoulders. Her moans had become loud now. Her slow bucking had turned into fast paced bouncing. I was feeling a lot of tingling at the tip of my penis. It felt like two soft hands were rubbing my dick inside her pussy. My bucking hips bounced fast as well.

�Ahh�ahh�ahh� I moaned loud as I felt a powerful fluid shot out of my dick inside Irum bibi�s pussy. I felt like a big burden was let off from my heart. Just after 2 seconds of my release, Irum bibi moaned loud as well, then fell on my chest. My eyes were closed and I was taking heavy breaths, so did Irum bibi. Then I was able to open my eyes, and saw some blood and a white viscous fluid running down my thighs. I had never seen such fluid before.

����������� Irum bibi started to cry once again. Maybe her vaginal pain had returned. She gradually got her pussy off my dick and kept on whimpering while doing so. She then sat on my chest. Tears were rolling down her green deep lake-like eyes.

����������� Just at that moment, the door of the room burst open and I heard a gasp. �You swine�how dare you? Mom! Zaib! Sabeen! Come here, quick� I heard Shehla bibi yell���

 

 

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 5

(By Pakislave)

 

I was frightened out of my mind. I looked towards Irum bibi for some sympathy, but there was none. Only hate and pain. I was doomed.

�You son of a bitch! How dare you do such a filthy thing to our innocent guest? You�ll pay for that, bastard, you certainly will,� screamed Shehla bibi in disgust and anger. She came running towards me and started to kick me directly in the face, while Irum bibi gradually and painfully got off my chest. Sabeen bibi entered the room in the meanwhile and I heard her gasp. She came at once to help Irum bibi get off me, and took her to the washroom. Shehla bibi never stopped kicking me, with her pointed sandal. In a rage, she lost her balance and fell on my face with a thud. I had another bout of pain when I felt her weight on my face. I was squirming beneath her wicked ass. She contemptuously ground my face under her ass, just to emphasize my worth. Zaib bibi and Shireen bibi had come in the room as well. Shehla bibi narrated her version of the story, telling them that I had forcefully tried to rape their young cousin. She said that she was passing by the room when she heard Irum bibi�s loud and painful moaning. She barged into the room and found me with Irum bibi, while the young child wept in pain. I saw the expression of Shireen bibi and Zaib bibi change. Especially Zaib bibi�s face, which felt like she was holding back her temper with great difficulty. Shehla bibi got off my bruised face, and resumed her trampling session. Shireen bibi told Shehla bibi to get away from me. She seemed quite furious. She took out the electric wire out of the TV set. The other end of the wire was in an electric stabilizer unit.

�Drag him over here,� she ordered Shehla bibi, who readily complied and dragged me towards her. I trembled in fear. I kept pleading them to listen to the actual situation, but they were too enraged to listen to any of my pleas. Maybe they dismissed my requests thinking that I might be making up some story. Zaib bibi didn�t utter a word, just stared on at my pathetic body. When I was at Shireen bibi�s feet, an arrogant smile ran down Zaib bibi�s feet. She knew what was about to happen.

����������� Shehla bibi moved away from me. Shireen bibi squatted down and put the naked wire on my temples. Electricity ran through my body. It felt like my brain was boiling and someone had suddenly sucked in all of my body organs. She moved away the wire, and when I had just regained my senses, she held it once again on my back. I jolted in pain. The feeling was so intense that I couldn�t even feel the pain, didn�t know what to feel. She moved away the wire once again, and I could hear them laughing triumphantly.

�You have too much heat in you�.huh? Wait till I evaporate that heat of yours through this electricity,� Shireen bibi said and held the electric wire against my dick. I convulsed in pain. She just teased me with the electric shocks, putting it to my dick and balls for a second or two each time. During all this torture, the tip of my tongue came accidentally between my teeth. Due to the severe electric shocks, my teeth clenched fast, cutting the tip of my tongue and drawing blood. She released me from my hell, and threw the wire away. Sabeen bibi came out of the washroom with Irum bibi.

�How�s she doing?� asked Zaib bibi.

�She�s fine. Just had some blood that I washed. It�s a little painful there, though.� She gestured between Irum bibi�s thighs. Zaib bibi clenched her teeth and walked towards me. Her steps always instilled fear in my weak body. She went near my legs, took her foot back, and gave a sudden kick to my balls. Luckily, it didn�t hit right on the spot, but still I jerked with pain.

�You want to explore a female�s body, huh? I�ll teach you everything you yearn for, tonight.� She said mockingly.

�But Maalkin�believe me�it was not my fault. I didn�t do anything. She did it herself.� I tried to reason with them, but this just resulted in Sabeen bibi running towards me and smashing my face with her huge foot.

�You filthy bastard. You have the nerve to do such a filthy thing with your owners first�and then to blame them for such a disgusting thing. You bastard�.accusing an innocent child for such a heinous act. Mom was right� I should not show mercy to poor sluts like you. You are poor because of your low-life dirty thoughts.� She remarked furiously, while crushing my face under her foot.

�I�ll kill him�I�ll kill the swine� she said and covered my mouth with her sole and pinched my nostrils tightly through her toes. Panic gripped me. I was choking. She was choking me to death. I heard nothing around me and everything started to turn black. Then I heard Zaib bibi�s voice, �not so easily.� I felt the giant foot releasing my mouth and nose.

�First of all, he has to suffer humiliation at the hands of the little child that he tried to molest.� Zaib bibi said, and continued, �the most filthy and low part of the body is crotch, and the most sacred part, mouth. Now our disgusting little slave forgot what his worth to us is. He tried to cross his limits. He thought that his crotch and our crotch deserve the same respect. Now he�s going to pay for that. Irum darling, come and sit on his face, on his mouth, to be precise. He�ll lick the same place that he dared to enter. We�ll teach him the true position of his mouth.� Zaib bibi said, as everyone listened in amusement. Sabeen bibi gestured the deaf girl to come forward and sit on my face. The little green-eyed beast walked slowly towards me. Sabeen bibi held her arm gently. Irum bibi looked on at me. I pleadingly requested her by nodding my head, not to do such a horrible thing. But Sabeen bibi gave another vicious kick in my ribs, and motioned Irum bibi to sit on my face. She looked down, my face between her feet, and squatted down on my face. Sabeen bibi helped her to position her pussy directly at my mouth.

�Lick it�you common piece of scum� hissed Zaib bibi. But I kept my mouth tightly shut. The horrible and disgusting smell of her recently bleeding pussy engulfed my nostrils.

�I said�lick her,� Zaib bibi�s voice raised a bit. The mischievous child pinched my nostrils tightly. Sabeen bibi stood on top of both of my arms. Shehla bibi held my legs tight. I had no way but to open my mouth. As soon as my mouth opened, Irum bibi ground her pussy further down, and moaned, maybe due to pain. Zaib bibi couldn�t take my disobedience anymore and started pressing her right foot on my balls. It was unbearable to take all of that pain simultaneously, so I darted my tongue out of my mouth and started lapping at Irum bibi�s cunt gently. Her painful moans turned to relaxed ones. I felt acrid taste in my mouth, but had no choice except to keep lapping at her pussy like a dog. When she was satisfied with my humiliation, she stood up. My tormentors left my arms and legs. She held the electric wire for giving me another electric shock, and held it against my balls until I passed out.

����������� When I awoke, I was in darkness. It took some time for me to get accustomed to the darkness, and felt that my arms and legs were strapped on the floor. I looked around, and it dawned on me that I was beneath a bed. I lay there for quite some time when I heard the opening and shutting of the door. Someone walked towards the bed. No one else had such pretty feet, with pink wrinkles on the soles, other than Zaib bibi. Her threat came to my mind, �I�ll teach you everything you yearn for, tonight�. I shivered at the sight of her wicked feet, which had always brought pain and misery. She crouched down, and her hands came towards my fingerless hands. She released me from my bondage. I crawled out from under the bed. She towered above me, and put one foot on my head.

�Tonight, you�ll learn how to please your betters.� She said softly. Then she went towards the door, locked it and returned. She sat on the edge of her bed.

�Come ghulam� and kiss your goddess�s feet passionately,� she ordered. I crawled with great difficulty towards her feet, and dropped myself on the floor. I wanted to show my humbleness to my Goddess. I wanted to show her that I had accepted her as my Goddess, as my Mistress, as the Possessor of my life. I kissed her passionately on both of her fair feet. She lay still, then leaned back and put both of her hands back on the bed. She was enjoying my sheer humiliation and devotion at her feet. God knows what was in her mind after that, or rather, Goddess knows.

����������� After kissing her feet for a couple of minutes, she said in a restless tone, �ok, bitch�come closer to my feet and lick them.� With that, she lay down on the bed on her stomach, facing the TV. She switched on the TV, while I assumed my position at her feet, and started licking her soft pink feet. I browsed through every nook and corner, never missing a spot, never giving her an excuse to abuse me again. I licked between her toes as well. Her salty taste developed in my mouth, and I started to like it. After all, it was a blessing from a Goddess.

����������� After what it seemed liked half an hour, and the same time that my mouth and tongue had gone completely dry, she gave me a back kick in my face and turned.

�Time for the lesson, slave� she said in a mischievous tone, and her dimples grew deep. I fell on the floor. She switched off the TV through the remote unit. I saw one of her hands slide under her kameez as she started to rub between her thighs. I knew what was in store for me. So I crawled back in fear. Her smile grew deep, and she said, �Awww�poor boy is afraid of me? He looks for some way out? Poor baby doesn�t have any way out to run. That�s a pity. Come�come to mama�.I�ll give you a sweet candy.� She kept on steeping towards me, taking very slow steps as she talked, to increase the fear in my heart. I kept on crawling back, until I felt the wall on my back.

�My poor little slave�.he wishes that he could pass through the walls like apparitions. Too bad! Come�and I�ll teach you how to pass your tongue between the walls.� She said in a lewd manner.

����������� I was stuck. On my back, there was a wall; on my front, a wicked and sexually aroused Mistress. I was on my knees, begging her not to do such an inhumane and sinful act with me. She approached me at last, my face just above the level of her pussy. But she didn�t stop, until my face pressed against the cloth on her body. She put both of her hands on my head, and pushed me a little down. She pressed me a little further against the wall, and I could understand that my face now pressed against her crotch. I could smell her musky scent. A funny scent, I had never known before.

�Take deep breath�bitch,� she ordered. I took a little whiff.

�That�s like a good boy...err�bitch� she remarked sarcastically.

����������� She grabbed my hair, almost gently. Then she wiggles my face towards right, and her body towards left, very slowly and gently. I felt that my nose had just touched her slit. She took out a low �Ahh� sound. She did it again, wiggling my face towards left, and her body towards her right, and took another �ahh� out from her mouth. She kept on moving my head left to right, and vice versa, against her soft body. She moaned slowly. She seemed to be lost in pleasure. I, unintentionally, took the tip of my tongue out and just touched her slit through the cloth. She jerked for a second, opened her thighs a little, and started to move my head from upwards to downwards and vice versa. The only difference was that now my face was a little under her pussy, rather than being stuck between her body and the wall. She pushed her hips towards my face and raised herself from the ground by raising her toes, and would come back down again. She repeated this action, her moans getting deeper.

����������� Now her moans had changed into �moan-and-hiss� sound. She got her hold on my head tighter, and pushed me with great force in her pussy. Once, she pressed my face inside her pussy for so long that my air-supply cut-off. But she didn�t care, and wriggled her pussy on my face. I tried to grab the back of her thighs with my fingerless hands, just below her arse, as I was dropping into drowsiness. I felt some wetness on my face through the cloth, and she left hold of me. I fell on the floor, and started to take heavy breaths. She looked at me like a stranger, and grabbed my hair. She savagely dragged me to her bed and placed my face on the bed. My face was upward, and arms and legs on the floor. She turned around, and sat her perfectly shaped ass on my face. Her pussy was exactly on top of my mouth. She had pinned both of my hands back on the bed with her hands. She started to rub her pussy on my nose, increasing the force with every rub. Moans kept coming out of her mouth, while I thought about my life. I was lower than dogs here. No one in the outside world would believe, even if I got free, how they treated me. I was nothing more to my tormentor than an object. She was using me as her sex toy, as if I was not a human. No one commits such brutalities even to their dogs.

����������� I once again felt wetness on my face. She kept on bucking on top of my face, and then relaxed once again. She let go of my hands, and straightened up, sitting on my face. Her straightening up had increased the weight on my face. She stood up and grabbed my hair once again. She moved my face towards her wet crotch, and ordered, �Remove my shalwar with your teeth, ghulam.�

����������� I was so humiliated already that there was no point in resisting, although I felt very ashamed at about to see an adult female�s naked body.

����������� I took the damp crotch area between my teeth, and pulled down her shalwar. I tasted her sticky and salty crotch. She wore nothing inside. I immediately closed my eyes due to shame. She smiled at me and whispered,

�You�re going to have the most delicious food of your life, tonight. A Mistress�s meat. The same that you�re worth. Come on�please me. Do as you did to Irum bibi with your tongue. I want to see your obedience. Worship your goddess�s body.�

����������� She placed both of her hands on her hips. Her long kameez still hid her pussy from me. I didn�t give it a second thought. I knew better than to infuriate my sadistic goddess. So I lowered my head a little, went under the kameez, and rose again just on her crotch-level. What I was looking at was a slit, with small cute pubic hair. Her aroma trapped me, and a feeling of being submissive to my Goddess automatically engulfed me. I kissed her warm flesh.

�Hmm�that�s more like it, bitch!� she remarked in a soft deep voice.

����������� I kissed on all over her pussy, just above her snatch, on her pubic hair. I kept on kissing her on every centimetre of her pussy, and gradually lowered my head down between her thighs further. She parted her thighs a little for me, the only favour she ever did to me to that day. I kissed the area just behind her pussy, getting underneath her body. I could see her asshole, but didn�t venture there, as I didn�t find the will to degrade myself so much.

����������� Maybe she understood my feelings, and barked, �Kiss my ass too, swine.� I couldn�t do that. I felt nausea just by looking at her asshole. Her tone got a little furious, �I said, kiss it. Kiss it.�

����������� But I skillfully ignored her orders and resumed kissing on her cunt. She raised her foot and rested it on my shoulder, then pushed me down with great force. She stood above me and said, �You still have a long way to go, pig. You don�t do as ordered. But I have a solution for such insubordinate slaves.� She grabbed my hair once again and jerked me towards her bed. She forced me to lie on her bed on my back, and went to her cupboard. She produced four pairs of handcuffs from the cupboard, and said, �I thought I would never have to use these again on my slaves. But seeing your stubbornness and leftover self-esteem, I think I was wrong.�

����������� She handcuffed my hands and ankles with the bedposts. I just lay there, awaiting my destiny that my owners wrote for me now. She switched on the TV, and turned her back to me. Then she took off her kameez as well. I closed my eyes immediately, ashamed at looking at her completely naked body. It was a strange thing, even though I had seen her privates before as well. But her completely naked body ashamed me. She towered above my head, and I knew what was coming. I just thought why I was such a fool that I always defied her orders and had to do that thing afterwards, in a more difficult manner. She squatted on my face, her pink asshole just hovering above my mouth. She said,

����������� �I don�t want any disobedience this time, ghulam. I�ve been a very soft mistress for you for so long. But this time, I swear, you disobey me and you�ll suffocate under my ass.� And with that, she sat on my mouth�

 

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 6

(By Pakistani male slave)

 

I could feel pungent smell emitting from her asshole. She wiggled her ass purposefully on my pathetic face. I thought that even knowing that suicide is strictly forbidden in my religion, if I had an opportunity, I would have gladly slit my own throat. Who am I? Just a fourteen-year old child. And who could�ve thought of such insanity prevailing in an advanced and modern society like Karachi. My villagers were far better civilized than these�these�vicious beasts. She kept on wiggling her butt on my face, as if to emphasize that I belonged to her now. Nothing more than a sex toy for her. To be squashed under her ass at her cruel whims. My small young face was getting hard time tolerating her weight. Even though she was slim and slender, yet she was heavy for a child of my age and physique.

�C�mon, dick! Get your tongue out and lick my ass.� She barked. Again, as if there was some trouble in my instinct, I defied her order. Suddenly, I heard a wicked �swoosh� and a leather belt lashed at my small dick. I yelped in pain.

�Ahh! It feels sensational, your screams in my ass� she said and started laughing loudly. �C�mon ghulam, lick it! Lick it! You know you deserve it coz you�re poor, and you�re mine. C�mon start licking before I start your treatment.� She said convincingly and starting whipping my small dick. Naturally, being a child, I couldn�t take it anymore, so I darted my tongue out and started touching her asshole with the tip of my tongue. Once again, I heard another soothing �Ahh� from the top.

�Yeah, like this, shithead. Lick it like a good pig. You know you were born to lick my ass, sucker.� She exclaimed. Now she started twisting my nipples mercilessly, without any concern for pain. I shuddered in pain, but didn�t stop licking her ass. It was too degrading for me, even after going through all that sufferings and humiliation. But now the fear of these people sat tight in my heart. I knew that they wouldn�t kill me straightly if I disobeyed them. They�d tear me piece-by-piece first before putting an end to my life, and that�s what gave me shivers.

����������� She wiggled her ass all over my face, while I helplessly tasted her acrid asshole. After awhile, she slipped back until her pussy was placed over my mouth. Now my nose was covered by her ass and mouth, by her pussy. It was difficult to breathe easily for me now. But her constant twisting of my small nipples reminded me that I have no choice but to obey my heartless mistress. She had got sexually high by now.

She ordered, �Now show your mistress what your tongue is good for, ghulam! I won�t repeat anything, just indicate my displeasure like this,� and with that, she pinched my nipples with her sharp nails. I took out a muffled scream, in response to which she pressed her pussy hard on my mouth. �Lick baby, lick� She said mischievously. I started lapping at her pussy with great difficulty as her pussy pressed hard on my mouth, and I didn�t have any guts to tell her to ease up. I had to force my tongue to enter her pussy, which was quite painful for my tongue as well. But my wicked mistress had no concern for either my pain or my trauma, her concern focused only on her own sexual pleasures. In her eyes, I was nothing but her belonging, and it was funny for her that any of her belonging might ever complain. Like, her shoe never complained why she wore them all day long, neither did her room�s carpet had the feeling of being walked upon mercilessly, so why does this slave defy each of her order? Why this silly slave isn�t as compliant and understanding like mistress�s other belongings?

����������� I was having such foolish thoughts when I heard the sound of �crack� and a searing feeling of stinging pain in my thigh. I was whipped once again by her.

�Faster, faster, my ghulam! Lick it faster. Ahh! Ahh� she moaned. She moved her pussy back and forth on my mouth and nose and I started feeling wetness accumulating on my face. I felt something sticky in my mouth that had oozed out from her pussy. Now I felt like she was dancing on top of my pitiable face relentlessly. She kept on hopping on my face, and sometimes ground my face with her pussy in left to right and vice versa rhythm, sometimes back and forth. Then I could hear a song playing on her CD player. It was LL Cool J�s �Phenomenon�. Now I understood that she WAS actually dancing on top of my face. Her every movement coordinated with the guitar�s sound. She kept on pressing hard on my nose and uttering moaning-hissing sounds out of her mouth. She got hold of the bedposts at her rear and flew her head back in ecstasy. Once she pressed her pussy so hard on my nose that I thought for a second that my nose might break up.

����������� Drops after drops of her sex juices kept entering my mouth, nose and eyes. I had kept my eyes shut purposefully; knowing that opening my eyes would hurt. But the movements of her firm butts on my face opened and closed my eyes themselves. When she got high, her only movement was back-and-forth, but more forceful than ever. Something stung in my skin. I felt like my skin would rip apart by the pressure being applied by her pussy and ass. Her movements became faster and faster, and I thought it was about time that I should have a real gasp for breath, as I was running short of oxygen. Her pussy was cutting my oxygen supply through my mouth. And my nose was already completely closed by her ass.

����������� Suddenly, her movements became slow and I heard a loud moaning sound from up, and with that my mistress spurt out her sex juices on my face, nose and eyes. For full 2 minutes, she sat on my face, without moving a muscle. On the other hand, her relaxing on my face became a trouble for me, as I lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen and everything turned black.

����������� When I regained consciousness, I was lying on cold floor. I felt really thirsty, but at the same time, I felt like my face was lying in a puddle of water. But I couldn�t see anything as darkness was surrounding me. I didn�t know where I was lying. Some awful smell entered my nostrils. I groped around in the darkness to check where I was, but could feel some fluid around myself. My throat was so dry that I felt like a bunch of cacti scratching and wounding my throat. I once again felt my cheeks touch some wetness on the floor beside me. I had no option but to lick the stuff to quench my thirst. As I licked that fluid, it tasted bitter, but I had no choice in that regard. I had to quench my thirst, so I kept on licking the bitter fluid from the floor, lapping like a dog that I had become. When I tried to crawl forward, my head touched a hard material. When I crawled to the sideways, it again smacked against my head. It was like I was trapped between four walls surrounding me. I had no way out, so I lowered my face down in the puddle of bitter and filthy smelling fluid again, and drank some of it again. I felt that my hair and face were soaked with that fluid as well. I just lay there for a few minutes, when hunger pangs and stinking smell dropped me into drowsiness.

����������� I woke up with the sound of fluid splashing on the floor, and felt like most of it dropping straight on my face. I tried to open my eyes but couldn�t as the direction of fluid was straight at my eyes. I unwillingly opened my mouth and some of the bitter fluid got in my mouth as well. It was then when I heard my Maalkin�s wicked laugh. When the bitter fluid ceased to gush at my face, I saw that I was lying in Zaib bibi�s bathtub that had a puddle of yellow urine in it. And it was Zaib bibi�s urine that I drank last night, and it was Zaib bibi�s urine that she was pissing directly on my face just now. I got the story. She had dragged me to her bathtub last night when I had become unconsciousness. There, just to please her ego, she pissed all over my unconscious body and left me lying there in her dark bathroom. And again, in the morning when she had the urge to piss, she used my face like a toilet bowl. That�s what I had become, her toilet slave. Maybe she was taking revenge of my reluctant nature when she had first told me to clean her after she had pissed when it was my initial days in her house. Now I was all drenched in her piss, from top to bottom.

�Tch tch tch! C�mon doggie, come to your owner, lick her clean,� she remarked sarcastically. My ego had died completely. I pushed my fingerless hands downwards to raise my head. She was crouching on the edge of bathtub. I had hardly reached her pussy when I took my tongue out and started to lick her pink pussy clean.

�And don�t make me high now, I really don�t have any intention of using a slave drenched with my own piss for sex right now,� she said and started laughing hysterically. Her cute dimples grew deep again. It was so weird, such innocent dimples on the face of such dark-hearted female.

�Suck it, dog. Suck it good,� she ordered in a hateful tone. I was feeling pain in my fingerless hands but knew better than to leave her unsatisfied. So I completely sealed her pussy with my mouth and sucked on her pussy gently. When I had sucked all of her piss out of her pussy, I started to blow her pussy to make it clean. Again, I heard her taunting laughter at my debase.

�Now you have 10 minutes to lick all of my heavenly nectar off my bathtub and then clean it thoroughly with clean water. I�ll be easing off on my commode meanwhile and putting a close eye on your every move.� She said meaningfully and stood up. She started to walk towards her commode, swaying her perfectly shaped ass. I was looking at her ass with open mouth when she turned to sit on the commode and saw me gazing at her rear.

�Shithead! You�ll have plenty of time licking my divine ass clean when I�m done. Now get to work, moron,� she screamed. I hurriedly got down and started my degrading task of licking her piss off the bathtub. Meanwhile I ignored her last sentence that had another degradation to come by the hands�or rather ass�of my wicked and merciless mistress���

 

Slave to the Merciless

Part 7

(By Pakislave)

 

I got out of the bathtub with great difficulty. I couldn�t remember the last time when I had a sober meal. My world had changed in the last two or three days so much so that I had forgotten my own name and identity. I was in another realm, a dark realm of cruel rich people. These people had no fear of God or law. They seemed as if they were their own law and the creators of destiny written for their poor servants.

����������� I crawled towards the corner of the washroom where chemical phenyl was placed. Meanwhile, I could hear Zaib bibi easing out her excretion in the toilet bowl. She was reading a magazine while sitting on the commode. She eventually looked at my pathetic body while I could feel that she was smiling at my disgraceful condition. Maybe she had some feel of satisfaction at being the possessor of a human life. I grabbed the detergent bottle between my wrists and crawled towards the bathtub. After washing the bathtub with water, phenyl and detergent thoroughly, I placed the material on their respective places.

�C�mon swine and rest your head at my feet,� Zaib bibi said in a voice filled with authority. I crawled towards the commode, and put my head between her slippers. It felt so nauseating, resting my head in front of the commode, at the feet of a person who�s excreting. Zaib bibi took her majestic feet out of the slippers and rested them on my head. I could hear plopping sounds coming out of the commode, and tears kept running down my cheeks in disgust. When she was done, she put her feet in slippers again and stood up, one foot on top of my head, forcefully. I knew that she hadn�t washed herself, so another shiver of disgust for what was to follow ran inside me.

�Hey ghulam, raise your head and lick my pussy clean,� she hissed. I raised my head by pushing my wrists down, and barely reached her pussy that she had lowered. 2 or 3 drops of her piss fell on my head. I thrust my tongue out and started licking her pussy clean, as I had done before. She looked straight at my face in triumph. Her pussy tasted bitter.

�Now comes the good part, ghulam. I see that you haven�t had a decent meal for a while now. But I am not that heartless as you think. I�ll share with you exactly what I had for meal. You can call it �processed meal� as well,� she said in a funny manner, as if sharing a great joke. With that, she moved around and presented her round and pretty ass towards me. It was smeared with shit.

�C�mon, do a good job like you did at cleaning my pussy. After all, who�s so generous nowadays to give such fine supper to his servants?� she laughingly said. I fell on the floor with a thud, just by having an idea of eating her shit. But she started to talk in a threatening tone.

�Looks like you have a short memory, pig. You forgot how I made you lick my ass last night. But today, it would come with real harsh punishments. C�mon, start licking like a loyal dog.� She screamed.

����������� I tried to gather up my guts to start my task, but one sight of her ass inhibited my task once again. I wanted to obey her order but didn�t know where to find courage for such a degrading job.

�Hmm, you�re the most stubborn slave I�ve ever seen. But don�t regard this as a compliment. Your stubbornness would push you into further limits of torture,� she threatened. She used a tissue to clean her ass and threw away the soiled tissue on my head. I carefully picked up the tissue with my wrists and threw it in the commode and was about to flush down the filth when she stopped me by saying �don�t you dare!�. I froze at her words. She went into her bedroom and returned shortly with those dreadful handcuffs that had forced me to do such a degrading task of being smothered under my Goddess�s ass. She handcuffed my wrists and then dragged me a bit towards the commode bowl. There, she locked the other ends of handcuffs with the flush pipe present at the rear of commode. This way, I was forced to sit in a crouched position while my face hung in the toilet bowl full of her excretion, and my young hands painfully stretched towards the rear of the commode.

�Hmmm�that�s more like it. You had defied my orders of cleaning my ass. Now you�ll stay here all day long, looking and feeling my shit so closely. Have fun!� she taunted.

����������� I had already begun drowsy at the look of that crap. The odour filled my nostrils and I felt like my head would explode. And her order regarding staying for the whole day got me trembling. She exited the toilet saying �Hahaha!� aloud. The odour was so strong that even when I had closed my eyes, the smell sent images of the filth that was just inches from my face.

����������� It must�ve been 2 or 3 hours and I was semi-conscious when I awoke. My eyes opened to see a swollen pussy just centimeters from my face. I forced my head up when I heard Sabeen bibi�s voice, �Don�t dare looking at your betters when they�re pissing in your face.� I kept my head down and spurts of piss started thrusting out of her pussy. She was sitting on my stretched out arms and that was painful as well, other than the mental torture of the pissing being done, most of which dropped on my arms and face. Once again, fresh smell of piss entered my nostrils. A lot of drops of piss came directly over my face as my face hung in the commode. Sabeen bibi gleefully emitted sounds of a relaxing �Ummmm� while she pissed. Her piss didn�t end before 13 or 14 seconds. When she was through, she leaned forward and cleaned her pussy by rubbing it on my hair. I had no choice but to keep my head down in shame.

�Dog! Won�t you clean my pussy like you did for Zaib bibi? After all, I�m the one who cares for you the most.� She said, if reminding me of big favours that she had done to me. As I was already broken, I had no qualms in licking her pussy clean. After all, I was their dog now. I licked her pussy clean of piss, while tasting the bitter taste of piss drops present on her pussy and pubic hair. Then she ordered me to do a weird act.

�Chew my pubic hair lightly!� she ordered. I started munching on her thick bush lightly and gently. Once when I had mistakenly chewed a little harder, I felt her punch landing rapidly on my head. �Lightly, I said, you shithead�, she cried angrily. My sense of disgust was getting lost while performing these lowly tasks that even real slaves would�ve never done.

����������� Sabeen bibi stretched her legs a little more, and I could understand that she was enjoying the scratching of her bush with my teeth. Her bush was really thick, seemed like she seldom shaved it. When half an hour had passed while I continued to chew her bush, she said, �Enough, dog!�. Then she asked, �Why didn�t you obey Zaib bibi�s order of cleaning her ass? You�re in deep trouble now. She has plans for your training tonight. And I promise, tonight you�ll beg to lick our asses clean and eat our shit yourself. Just don�t make it hard for yourself.� I started trembling at the thought of getting harsher treatment than before. Sabeen bibi stood up as if she had said nothing unusual and crossed over my head and left, while I was left with the sight of disgusting shit once again. Just after Sabeen bibi had left, came Shehla bibi. It looked like every one of my Goddesses wanted me to taste their excretion. She sat on the commode, again her pussy inches from my face. But her pussy looked like it was shaved 2 or 3 days before, with cute pubic hair sprouting out. She ordered me to kiss her pussy passionately before she pissed. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her tight pussy. As soon as I kissed her pussy, she started pissing, resulting in her piss getting into my mouth, eyes and nose. When my face jerked back in shock, her pissing stopped.

�C�mon piss drinker. I can�t hold my piss longer. C�mon wimp, drink it!� she screamed at her last sentence and started twisting my ears very roughly. I complied with her orders and sucked on to her pussy like a loyal dog. As my mouth clung fast to her pussy, we became a single body. Her lowest part joining my most sacred part. Then I understood my destiny and status in this world. I was nothing more than a piss-drinker, a trash item for my wicked masters. Her piss flowed freely in my mouth, while I tried to gulp down the bitter-acrid smelling liquid down my throat. Her flow didn�t seem to cease, and I had problem gulping down the steady stream of her piss. Nevertheless, I tried my best, from my own willpower, to please my owner. I had even tried to comply with Zaib bibi�s order of cleaning her ass, but as a natural instinct, didn�t find courage to do so. But she took this as a sign of my surviving rebellion, which was not true. When Shehla bibi was through her pissing, her next order was to lick her pubic triangle like a good dog, lapping greedily at his master�s feet. I started the chore, feeling no disgust now as I had become used to it. But one thing that kept on troubling me was the sharpness of her tiny pubic hair that wounded my tongue. It wouldn�t have created problems if she had shaved her pussy right then, but she had shaved it 2 or 3 days before, and now small sprouts of her pubic hair had appeared that were quite sharp. But I kept on pleasing my wicked mistress. I could hear her breathing heavily in ecstasy. She had nothing to do with my problems, just her pleasure meant everything. Naturally, I was meant to please her, and my own discomforts meant nothing to anyone. After 10 minutes of cruel licking, she commanded me to insert my tongue in her pussy and bring her to climax. I obeyed her fresh order. But her pussy was tighter than her sisters�. I lapped at her pussy from top to bottom, as I had gained such expertise in these few days that a little mistake could cause hell for me. So I wanted to enter her pussy gently.

����������� As I entered her pussy, her heavy breathes turned into passionate moans. She started leaning forward and backward rhythmically in pleasure. She clenched my dirty hair full of piss fast in her hands and started thrusting my face forcefully in and out of her pink flesh. She raised both of her legs and placed her right leg on the adjoining bathtub, and left leg on the pillar next to the commode. This way, my mouth had a clearer way of pleasing my Mistress� pussy.

�Lick�lick�more�.more�.fuck my pussy with your worthless tongue, you little piece of shit�.force your tongue in your Goddess� pussy�it�s your heaven�..you�re in your goddess� heaven�.c�mon faster,� shrieked Shehla bibi in a lewd manner.

����������� I did as ordered and increased my pace. I felt like Shehla bibi is going to ram my head inside her pussy out of ecstasy. There I was, a young kid with a small heart full of fear, doing the job I wouldn�t have imagined even if I were an adult, bound like a dog on the commode, forced to lick the most disgusting part of my shameless owners.

����������� Suddenly my merciless mistress gripped my head tight between her thighs and shuddered. Then some fluid started flowing out of her pussy, getting directly into my mouth as it was secured fast with her pussy.

�Drink, slave boy, drink. You don�t know whether you�ll have the honour of drinking such fine fluid afterwards or not, before your death. Now lick me clean, and lie down on the floor,� exclaimed Shehla bibi. I hurriedly licked her pussy clean of her sticky fluid and then nudged myself a little to show my mistress that I was handcuffed so I couldn�t get on the floor. She took the handcuffs� keys and unlocked my wrists. I complied with her orders and got on the floor on my back. She put a rubber pipe on the tap and turned on the water. But strangely, she put her foot on my face hard, as my face was pinned beneath her delicate foot. I was soon to learn for the reason of doing so. As the first stream of water hit me, I screamed in pain. She had intently turned on the boiling hot water and had pinned me under her cruel foot that I couldn�t get out of her range. My body convulsed in burning sensation. It was unbearable for me to remain under that water even for a second, let alone the 30 seconds for which she tormented my body for her own cruel pleasures. When she had washed me thoroughly, targeting especially on my genitals, she raised her foot and brought it down again on my chest with a thud. I was sensible enough to keep my eyes closed, as the next second that hot boiling water hit my face straightly. I tried to move my heads sideways to protect myself but in vain.

����������� My screams of pain fell on deaf ears. It just enhanced my mistress� enjoyment. Then I could hear Shireen bibi enter the bathroom and then she said in her usual menacing manner, �hmm�nice thinking, darling! He must�ve got so filthy being dipped in shit and pussies. The boiling water would kill his germs fast. After you�re free, send him over to me. My feet need some tongue-massaging. And don�t forget to sterilize this pest properly. He might transfer his germs on to my feet.�

Great! So my life was nothing in their eyes but just a host for germs. The unbearable pain meant nothing to my mistress but her concern for her feet was killing her. She was talking like I really was an insect. And by now, to say frankly, I had started to think that I actually was a germ, compared to my mistresses. I could�ve never devised such brutal ways of torturing a child in a century that they did in split seconds. It was like their only mission and task in life was to torture their helpless slaves��

 

(To be continued)

 

P.S. I�m a 24 years old submissive male from Pakistan. Am into Femdom since childhood, but not physically. This is my first Femdom story. Please give me suggestions to improve this story. Awaiting positive criticism. Reply at sweetnaghma@hotmail.com.

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