By Dan57 and Harry with suggestions from Naina and Mark
Josh tightens the noose around Simran's neck
Josh waited for five days before putting another envelope on Simran's windscreen during the lunch time pause. He watched her with binoculars when she walked to her car. When she saw the envelope, she stopped on her tracks. She looked terrorized. She turned around, just in case her blackmailer was there but Josh was watching her from a window in the administration building! After a couple of minutes, she reluctantly took the envelope. As she was alone on the parking lot, she opened it. There was a photograph of a white man shoving his cock in her back passage! So she hadn't been raped by a single man but, at least, by two : a black man AND a white one. The man was wearing a hood and he was turning his back to the camera. He could have been any of a dozen of her colleagues! She hastily read the letter accompanying it :
➢ My beautiful slut!
➢ That's how I want you to consider yourself from now on: your main duty is to service me and all the men or women I'll pick up for you.
➢ I was quite pleased to see that you've obeyed my instructions and that you have switched to Westerner outfits. That's how I prefer you for the moment but I may still make you put on a saree or a Victorian corset if I decide so! You're now just a toy in my hands!
➢ Now, just for my pleasure, you'll show me the Victoria secret lingerie I told you to buy! You are going to lift your skirt to your waist and turn around. I may be on any of the buildings around you! Just show me how obedient you have been! And try to do it in style : elegant and slow : we are in no hurry!
Simran obeyed the instructions she had been given : she had nothing else to do. Her cell phone buzzed. She heard a muffled voice, visibly disguised to prevent identification :
- Hello, slut, it's your master! Don't think of noting the number : it's a stolen prepaid phone. Even the police would be unable to trace it!
- What do you want, damned?
- Tsss! You should me more considerate when you speak to your master, slut! I think you have just earned your first punishment for talking back to me. You'll take your afternoon off and you'll follow my instructions. Wait for them, young whore!
- I AM NOT A WHORE!
- You'll just be what I want! Your punishment will take place in the basement of warehouse 7... Go there. You'll find a parcel waiting for you in the entrance. Open it and follow the instructions.
Warehouse 7 was an abandoned facility on the bank of the river. Only rats and occasionally squatters occupied it. God! Her blackmailer couldn't want to offer her to junkies, could he?
She half run to the warehouse and found the parcel just abandoned on the floor at the entrance. Simran tore the parcel open : there was just another image of her being fucked by the black rapist, a pair of handcuffs and another of leg irons, a blindfold plus a dog collar and a leash... There was also a letter of new instructions.
➢ Hello, my pretty whore
➢ I hope you are still ready to obey my orders. You know the consequences if you fail me!
➢ Strip completely naked, lock the cuffs and the irons on your hands and legs and put on the blindfold, the dog collar and the leash. Make them tight : you are going to have visitors and they would be the only things you will wear!
➢ Then go to the basement, kneel at the base of the stairs with your hands behind your neck and wait for my visitors
➢ They can do whatever they want with you! You've better not to disappoint them!
Simran thought she would stampede out of the warehouse but she was quite aware that she would lose everything : her husband, her job and her future! If the scandal reached too large proportions, she would never find a job in another company! She very reluctantly climbed down the stairs with a series of stops followed by hesitations until she climbed down a few more steps. It was as if she was dragging her feet to her hanging post!
She then stripped down as she had been ordered and locked the leg irons to her ankles. She then thought she would burst into tears when she passed the dog collar around her neck and attached the leash. It was almost unbearable to do it herself! Simran then tied her blindfold over her eyes and locked her handcuffs on her wrists and passed them over her head until the chain linking the manacles was hanging on her neck. She was rather tightly secured and would have problems just standing up and returning outside!
She then waited patiently. She thought she should have pretended her bonds were secured. She could have tried to jump the rapists but if they were several ones, her attempt would be doomed and the consequences dramatic... She had been left in the complete silence for more than one hour. Then she heard foot steps descending the stairs. There were at least two men and they approached carefully. They feared probably an attack from her but she had been too terrified to even think to it! Simran suddenly felt a knife on her throat and she froze. The men checked her bonds. They seemed satisfied just tightening her handcuffs by a notch. One of them took the end of the leash!
- Good, slut, you have performed fairly well so far. We were surveying the warehouse, hours before your arrival just to see if you had called for the cops...
- I had been told not to call for them!
- You were quite wise to make the good choice!
The man holding her leash helped Simran to stand up. He led her to the ground floor. He pushed her toward a small room and pushed her down on a mattress with no sheets. She understood that was the place where they intended to rape her. She was pushed on her knees and a big filled bag was shoved under her belly. God! Did this man intend to ass fuck her? She heard again shuffles. The second man was arranging something on the floor.
- Don't be too much afraid, young whore! We don't intend to rape you YET! Our boss promised you a sound beating for replying to him without the proper politeness you should always use when you are speaking to a man, to ANY man, do you understand it?
- Y... Yes, Sir!
- You have better understand pretty fast that you have nothing to interest us any more ; you have no decision to take: You have been dispossessed of your body! Now the man who has abducted you is your only owner. You belong to him and have no free will of any kind. Any attempt to keep any dignity will be severely punished! Now repeat after me!
- My name is Simran! I am a whore owned by my Master Josh and he can do whatever he wants with my body...
- My name is Simran! No! I can't say this!
- And tell me why not, Simran! You're my fuck toy, you have kept no self pride, no rights! You're now just a tool for my personal enjoyment! I'll make you learn it with my belt.
He eased his belt out of the loops. He doubled it in his hands and without an ounce of pity, deliberately hit her buttocks. Simran screamed in pain and fell on her butt, on the floor, weeping profusely but her new position just exhibited completely her tits. The second blow caught directly her left nipple, leaving a mark that soon became violet. Simran just humped upward and tried to cover her exposed tits but her bonds forced her to leave unprotected her buttocks.
- When you grow tired of offering me alternatively your tits and your butt, just tell me so! I will tie you to the window with your tits hanging outside for anyone to see them and your feet on the floor inside the building. Then I will apply the punishment your master has decided you should receive! But first you have a declaration to make. I'll video it for posterity!
- Yes, Master, I'll behave!
- Then repeat after me : My name is Simran! I am a whore owned by my Master and he can do whatever he wants with my body.
Simran was now broken and tamed : she dutifully repeated her pledge of obedience in front of the camera recording it!
- Good, Simran! Now I would like you to perform in public! Did you ever have taken lessons in belly dancing?
- I did but not Arabian style, just Bollywood!
- I see : thick fabric, no glimpses on your thighs or your tits! That will have to change but first, we must find a suitable outfit for you!
They went out with Simran on tow. There was a car nearby and she had to enter in the trunk while the two men sat on the seats... They told her to stay on her knees and put on a cropped tee shirt that just covered her tits and a long loose skirt that was too large for her. She could just put it on her hips. It reminded Simran of her traditional Indian garments : a choli and a petticoat but at least she was decent! Since she had arrived from Lucknow, she had never put on such revealing clothes : her navel was totally exposed. They stopped in a seedy blind alley and the man who was the chief helped Simran out of the trunk. He took her by the waist, his fingers pressing the soft flesh of her belly. He even shoved his hand along her waist band and started caressing her ass...
They entered a shop with not even a name above the entrance. A woman came to receive them :
- What can I do for you, sirs?
