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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
That
week seemed like it was eternity. I could hardly wait to reach
"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
"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
"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......
“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
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’d heard 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.
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
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
“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
“This swine…due to
this swine…I’m up today at
“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
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
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
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 of
trash 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
“
“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.
“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
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
“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.
“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
When Zaib bibi pulled my fifth nail
on right hand,
“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.
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
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
“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
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
“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,
“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,
“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.
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,
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
“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.
“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 Irum bibi, 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 Irum bibi and nudged on her shoulder. She looked
back towards Zaib bibi, who handed her a mean looking hammer. Irum bibi 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. Irum
bibi 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, Irum bibi
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”
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
“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
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………
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…
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
“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………
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
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