Indian Girls Life In Slavery Pt 04

WARNING: This story contains themes like rape, noncon, masochism, sadism,bondage, and BDSM, so if you are not into these things, please don't continue.

This story takes place in a dystopian India where post-economic crisis slavery had become legal and many girls were sold into slavery. The narrative centers on one of the girls and her fellow enslaved females.

Disclaimer: all the characters are above the age of 18. please respect women and read this story as only a fantasy.

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PuppyCunt's POV

Milky immediately dropped to the floor in submission. As she bowed, arching her back and raising her hips, her skirt lifted slightly, revealing the soft curves of her bare skin. The subtle parting of her legs accentuated the outline of her camel toe, yet she remained still, her head lowered in quiet obedience.

I was completely naked except for my collar, master's jizz and cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

I stare in horror at my mistress, frozen in place. Fear grips me--I don't know what to do. Should I assume the position Milky follows, or should I wait for permission to speak?

"How is our new member of the family?"

"I... I... it's a great honor to finally meet you again, Mistress." My voice trembles.

Mistress tilts her head and turns to Milky. "Hey, Milky, didn't you train her on how to greet her superiors?"

"Please forgive this cunt, Goddess. I didn't have the chance to train the newbie, as it has been in the Master's possession since yesterday morning."

Mistress raises an eyebrow. "So are you blaming your master?"

Milky quickly shakes her head, still pressed low to the floor. "No, Mistress, please--it's all my fault. I deserve to be punished."

Mistress steps forward, her cold eyes locking onto me. "Get up, both of you."

We obey immediately. My heart pounds as I look into her eyes, searching for anger but finding only detached amusement. Milky keeps her gaze down, standing stiffly behind her.

As Mistress moves closer, I notice that she's as tall as Master, with a thick, curvaceous body that radiates dominance. Her breasts are massive--far bigger than Milky's--and the way her black salwar kameez hugs her body like a glove makes them impossible to ignore. Her hips are full, her ass round and firm, demanding attention even without trying. A round bindi on her forehead.

She holds her white coat lazily in one hand, likely just back from a long night shift. The faint scent of antiseptic clings to her, but it doesn't mask the warmth of her milky-white skin or the sharp intensity of her brown eyes.

Mistress eyes me critically, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "These freckles... why didn't you apply any makeup on her?"

Milky hesitates before answering. "Master didn't let me, Goddess. He said, 'I like them. Makes it seem as if she's blushing all the time.'"

Mistress scoffs. She runs her index finger on pupps face to collect semen and taste. "He does have strange tastes. I still don't get why Dhruv had a crush on this skinny flat cunt."

"I'm not flat! And I'm not a cunt"

Mistress narrows her eyes. "Oh? This cunt even talks back."

A sharp slap lands across my cheek. The sting silences me instantly.

Tears prick at my eyes, but I bite them back.

"Listen carefully," she says, her voice deadly calm. "All slaves are cunts. If you think you're not, I don't mind donating you to a state brothel."

Panic floods my chest. I immediately bow my head. "Mistress, please forgive me. I... I crossed a line. Please."

Slap.

"Fucking dumb whore," Mistress mutters.

The second strike is harsher, sending a sharp burn across my face.

"Don't you get it? You aren't allowed to speak unless ordered."

My vision blurs, but I don't dare let a single tear fall.

Then, without warning, she grabs my waist and forcefully turns me around. My breath catches as she starts braiding my hair.

"I hope she was worth fucking, at least," she murmurs, her fingers twisting my strands violently. Each twist sent shivers down my spine.

"Turn around, cunt."

I immediately turn to my back facing her.

"You should always have your hair braided," she says, her voice sharp.

I don't know if I'm allowed to speak, so I simply nod.

Then, after a pause, her tone turns cold. "What was Dhruv doing to you while I was away?"

I hesitate before answering, my voice unsteady. "Mistress... I mean, Goddess, Master fucked me all day yesterday. Then he flogged me, made me sleep on the floor. This morning, he whipped me, bathed me, and then--"

"That's enough," she snaps.

"Bring me the Nasik wine Dhruv brought yesterday."

"Yes, Goddess," says trembled milky.

She grabs my braid and yanks me down until I'm kneeling beside her. My scalp burns from the force, but I don't resist.

She doesn't let go of my braid. Instead, she tugs it like a leash, forcing me to crawl on all fours. Each pull sends sharp pain through my scalp, but I don't complain. Tears sting my eyes as she drags me into the living room.

A sofa sits in front of the TV, and above us, a metal hook hangs from the ceiling.I kneel in front of her, my gaze locked onto her face. Her head rests lazily on her right hand, her lips curled into a slow, amused smile.

Milky enters, carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and a glass. As she approaches, the goddess picks up the glass and milky pours wine from the bottle.

She then places the bottle on a table beside the sofa and drops to her knees, approaching the goddess.The Goddess lifts a hand, palm facing outward, stopping her.

"No shoes in the house, Puppy." Her voice is calm, almost gentle. I frown, confused. I'm barefoot. I even checked my legs to see if I was wearing anything. I glance at Milky, who lowers her head, her posture tense.

"No shoes allowed, cunt." yells mistress

A strange pressure grips my chest. I don't understand--until my eyes drop lower. The Goddess is wearing pink sandals. My breath catches. I lunge forward, hands reaching to untie her laces and as I was removing them.

Phat! A sharp slap explodes across my cheek. My head jerks to the side, skin burning.

"Is that how you touch the feet of a goddess, you dumb whore?" Her voice drips with scorn. What does she mean by treating her like a goddess? I think.

She raises her hand again, and panic seizes me. Without thinking, I press my forehead against her sandals, then place a soft kiss on them before carefully removing them.A satisfied sigh escapes her as she takes another sip of wine.

"Good girl. This thing learns fast." says goddess

Milky quickly picks up the sandals from my hand. Before carrying them away, she bows her head, pressing her forehead against them in reverence, then religiously kisses them lightly before taking them to the front door.

"Come closer, cunt."

I obey. She grabs my braid, yanks me toward her, and crushes her lips against mine. Her kiss is firm, demanding--so warm. Her tongue moves expertly, teasing, taking control. She knows exactly what she's doing. I start to touch her.

"No hands," she murmurs against my lips.

I clasp my hands behind my back as if shackled. She keeps kissing me, slow and deliberate. I'm really enjoying this. As she kisses me, she starts undressing--first her pants, then her underwear. She breaks the kiss just long enough to pull off her top. Now, she stands before me in nothing but a white bra and a delicate golden chain resting above her collarbone, catching the light with every breath she takes.

She tugs my braid, guiding my face into her chest.

Soft. Warm. Suffocating in the best way. I never want this to stop.

"Take it off," she commands.

I reach up, sliding my fingers along her bra straps, pulling them down. The fabric falls away, revealing her bare breasts--big, round, with pink nipples and wide areolae. I take one into my mouth, sucking eagerly. The golden chain glints against her skin as she tilts her head back in pleasure.

She moans, then grips my braid, tilting my head downward. I trail kisses down her stomach until I'm kneeling before her. Her pubic area has just a hint of hair, but her pussy is completely bare.

"Do your best, cunt."

I press my lips against her, parting her with my tongue, slipping inside. The taste of her floods my mouth--sweet, intoxicating. Why am I enjoying this so much? It feels unnatural.

Minutes pass. She suddenly pulls me away.

"This cunt can't even suck properly."

She grabs her panties and shoves them into my mouth. The damp disgusting fabric makes me gag. My eyes widen, but before I can react, she pulls my head back toward her, forcing my panty-stuffed mouth against her pussy.

"I know you're desperate to use your tongue," she muses, gripping my hair tighter. "But first, you learn to use your lips. Work my labia."

I obey, pressing and dragging my lips against her folds.

To encourage me, she delivers sharp slaps every few seconds, each one a reminder that my technique needs improvement. Each strike sends a shameful rush of heat through me.

The humiliation only makes me want her more.

Suddenly, I am tossed aside.

"Aaahh!" I cry out.

"Stupid cunt" my angered goddess sneers. "can't even figure out how to give cunnilingus,"

"Hey, Milky, get me my whip," she commands, frustration clear in her voice.

Milky hurries to obey. She kneels before her, bows her head, and presents the whip on her palms with reverence.

"Prepare her." Picking up the whip.

At the command, Milky swiftly grabs my wrists and lifts me up. She secures my hands to the hook with handcuffs.

The first strike lands. Then another. And another. Pain sears through me as I count and thank her for every lash.

After twenty six strokes, she gives a new order. "Spread your legs."

I know what she is up to. I hesitate. The whip cracks against my most sensitive spot, and I instinctively clamp my legs shut.

"Open them," she demands.

I refuse.

She sighs, then turns to Milky. "Bring me a spreader."

Milky quickly fetches the expandable rod, fastening it to my ankle cuffs, forcing my legs apart.

"Please, goddess, have mercy," I beg, but she shows none.

"Since you disobeyed me, you'll receive thirty extra."

"No, no--ahhh! Twenty-seven, thank you, goddess!" I gasp as the punishment continues.

When she finally stops, Milky unties me, and I collapse onto the floor, my body trembling, tears streaking down my face. I can barely move.

Lifting my head, I see Milky and Goddess kissing. Goddess's hands roam over Milky's body, while Milky obediently keeps her hands folded behind her back, forbidden from touching. Goddess then start cleaning the cum off of Milky's face

Milky then crouches beside me, gripping my braid and tilting my head to rest against the sofa.

"Watch carefully," she instructs.

I obey. I study the way she uses her lips, the rhythm, the devotion. I watch as Goddess moans in pleasure, and for the first time, I understand.

Goddess leaves us alone for a shower, instructing Milky to train me. Milky begins by teaching me how to serve food, practice table manners, and, unexpectedly, how to suck cock. Then she moves on to female anatomy and pleasure points. I'm shocked to learn that the clitoris isn't just a small part of the vagina--it's actually a large organ extending into the labia. Any pleasure we experience vaginally comes from it. It's something I was never taught in med school.

Mistress returns from her shower and orders me to serve her lunch. My hands tremble as I place the plate in front of her. A sharp slap lands on my cheek. I immediately realize my mistake--I used my near hand instead of the far one.

"Why are you supposed to use your far hand?" she asks.

"So I don't spill food or drink when you try to grab or hit me," I reply, my voice shaking.

Hours later, in the evening,

I kneel by the door in my humiliating puppy costume, waiting for my master to return from work. The costume isn't much--just a headband with dog ears, black paint on my nose to mimic a snout, and plastic sheets wrapped around my hands, rendering them useless, like paws. I stay still, heart pounding in anticipation.

The day's humiliations replay in my mind. I endured all of his sinister acts without a hint of resistance--no struggle, no protest. And I enjoyed every moment. What a slut I've become. Oh, Maa would be so disappointed in me. Daddy, please forgive me--I'm not the pure angel you once believed I was.

The door creaks open. I bow down, pressing my forehead to the floor, hands placed in front like a well-trained pet.

"Oh? Have you been waiting for me, puppy?"

"Good evening, Master. This cunt has been eagerly awaiting your return. She is delighted to see you."

I lift my head, gazing up at him. His navy blue shirt is soaked with sweat, clinging to his toned physique, accentuating every ridge of his abs. My body reacts instantly. Oh god, it's happening again.

I crawl toward him, pressing my lips to his shoes before untying the laces with my teeth. Carefully, I remove his shoes along with his socks. He pats my head, sending a rush of warmth through me.

"Good puppy," he murmurs, making my cheeks burn with pleasure.

"Did the goddess enjoy playing with you today? You look all bruised up."

"I don't know, Master, but this cunt tried her best."

Master steps into the living room, and I hear loud moans. Milky and Goddess are scissoring on the floor, their bodies slick with sweat. Without hesitation, Master grabs Milky's braids and tosses her aside.

"Aaaah!" she cries out but immediately bows down, forehead touching the ground. "Good evening, Master. How can this cunt serve you?"

Goddess is still recovering from her orgasm, lying on the floor completely naked,closed eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips as she lazily cups her breasts.

"Oh, Dhruv," she purrs as she opens her big cute brown eyes. "When did you come back, my lord hubby?"

Dhruv lifts her effortlessly and throws her onto the sofa. His voice drops into a growl. "Aren't you having too much fun without me?"

Goddess bites his nose playfully.

"Oww," he chuckles before their lips crash together in a desperate, hungry kiss.

As their tongues tangle, Goddess fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. Master unfastens his belt, unzips his trousers, and pulls them down, revealing his thick, semi-erect cock.

"Milky," he commands, his voice deep and firm.

Milky crawls forward, locking eyes with him as she spits onto his cock, her delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft. She strokes him, coaxing him to full hardness. Meanwhile, Goddess moans into his mouth, surrendering as Master thrusts into her with slow, teasing strokes before increasing his pace, pounding her mercilessly.

Milky kneels beside them, her tongue tracing along Master's balls, sucking them into her mouth one by one, her hands gripping his thighs. The sight makes my cunt throb, slick with need. I shouldn't want this, but I do. I want to be used. I want to be fucked like that.

"Oh, Master, please! Please look at this desperate little cunt craving your affection. Don't leave me here to third-wheel you two!" My fingers slip between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit as humiliation and arousal crash over me. Tears prick my eyes. "I don't care--just fuck me like a bitch!"

A moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Still, neither of them spares me a glance.

Master finally breaks the kiss. "You look beautiful today," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from Goddess's face with his thumb.

"Ahhh!" Goddess cries out as he grips her waist, flipping her onto all fours. "But I missed these," he growls, squeezing her ass before slamming into her from behind.

Her golden chain swings wildly around her neck with each powerful thrust, catching the dim light as she moans in pleasure.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she moans in pleasure, making me even more desperate. Her cries are so loud, drowning out my own, as if we're competing for Master's attention.

"Ahh... sorry, I came before you," she pants, breathless.

Master exhales sharply, frustrated. He fists her hair, pulling her head back as he yanks his cock out of her soaked pussy. Stroking himself, he watches as Mistress waits, eager, her face inches away.

With a grunt, he spills onto her face. Hot, sticky ropes coat her skin.

"Thank you, my love," she whispers.

"You don't get to swallow any of it."

"Hey! That's not fair!" she whines, her voice taking on a cutesy, childlike tone.

"Jugs and Pup, clean her up," Master orders.

Milky pounces first, lapping at his release like a starving whore.

"Hey, where's Puppy?" Master asks, glancing around.

"Ahhh--thank you, Master! Thank you!"

His head snaps toward me. I'm sprawled out, fingers buried deep free from plastic covering, lost in my own pleasure.

"You fucking cunt," Mistress hisses.

Oh, fuck. I'm in big trouble.