Meera unlocked a door and found Pankhudi naked on all fours. Alex, her trusted associate who was also in charge of looking after Pankhudi had his cock buried deep in her ass and was pounding her hard. There was a small vibrator inserted in her pussy, that made her pussy dripping wet.
"Alex," Meera sighed, "Do you ever leave her alone?"
"Her body..." he said as he continued thrusting in her ass, "Is so fucking tender, I just can't get enough!"
Pankhudi was aroused due to the pleasurable sensations in her pussy but face was still red in shame. Meera knelt in front of her to have a better look at her. Her face and hair had stains of dried cum. Meera put a finger under her chin and made her look straight at her and inspected her body like a commodity.
"So how is she doing?" she asked Alex who was using her ass for his pleasure.
"Oh, very good," he said, "She gives good blowjobs, and has learned to take it in the ass too!"
"Hmmm," Meera said feeling her breasts, "Her tits are getting bigger. Soon her belly will swell. The bigger the bump, the more clients will pay."
Alex fucked harder and faster as he neared orgasm. Pankudi moaned as he dumped his cum inside her ass. She was nearing her own orgasm due to the vibrator in her pussy, but Meera pulled it out and smiled at her disappointment.
"If you want an orgasm, you must earn it," Meera said, "Now come here."
Pankhudi struggled to her knees and followed her. Meera was wearing a crop to and blue jeans. She slid her jeans down and stood before Pankhudi in her panties.
"Remove my panties with your teeth," she ordered.
Pankhudi grasped one end in her teeth and lowered it. Then she crawled to the other side and pulled it down. After some struggle, she was able to remove her panties completely. Meera smiled at her submission.
Meera sat down on a chair opening her legs to Pankhudi to lick. Pankhudi obediently ran her tongue between her pussy lips, licking her clit. Meera moaned in pleasure. She locked her legs around Pankhudi's head so she couldn't move and her face was forced against her pussy. Pankhudi sucked on Meera's pussy lips gently just like she was trained to do. The she moved to her clitoris and sucked it lightly, making Meera moan louder and louder. Pankhudi wiggled her tongue against her pussy, trying to push it inside, and the back to licking her clit. The feeling of Pankhudi's soft tongue wiggling on her clit and pussy was driving Meera mad with pleasure. Pankhudi knew that she was not supposed to stop till she was told to. She licked faster and harder and moved her lips over her pussy, sucking harder. Meera pressed Pankhudi's face harder against her pussy as her body drenched in the overwhelming feeling of orgasm.
"Good girl," she said, smiling at Pankhudi, "Come let me reward you."
Pankhudi followed her quietly. Meera took her to the bathroom and made her lie down in a bathtub.
"We are going to clean you up," she said, as she turned on the shower. Cold water made Pankhudi shiver.
Meera started rubbing soap onto her body. She cupped her enlarged breasts and smiled. She stroked her nipples making her moan.
"Are they sensitive?" she asked.
Pankhudi nodded.
"How does it feel Pankhudi?" Meera asked playing with her nipples, "To be pregnant with a bastard child?"
Pankhudi didn't respond. Meera started rubbing her belly and said, "Soon this will grow bigger and one day that baby is going to come out from here," Meera inserted two fingers in her pussy and started moving in and out. Pankhudi moaned. She was already very aroused due to the vibrator, and her pussy was sensitive to any invasion.
"You like this, don't you?" Meera said teasing her nipples, "And these tits will soon be full of milk. Wow! they are heavy already! Some clients would pay just to suck milk out of these tities, you are going to have a lot of mouths to feed." Meera giggled.
"And once that baby is out, we are going to just put another one in there, and it will go on and on. You are going to be my breeding cow," Meera said smiling wickedly as she finger fucked her harder making Pankhudi moan louder.
"Answer me," Meera said, "How does it feel to be a breeding cow?"
"Does it matter how I feel?" Pankhudi replied.
"Of course, it does, because if you don't like it, I would really have something to make you like it. Switch to a new drug perhaps," Meera laughed.
"I feel good, I enjoy it a lot," Pankhudi said, "Is that what you want to hear?"
"Yes, that and more..." Meera teased, "Do you like being the slut that you have become?"
"Yes, I do," Pankhudi said knowing that saying anything else will cause Meera to hurt her more.
"Where are your manners?" she said sharply pinching her nipple, "Who will say thank you?"
"Thank you for making me a slut," Pankhudi said.
Meera laughed, and said, "You are more than a slut, you are also a breeding cow."
"Thank you for making me a slut and a breeding cow," Pankhudi spoke without any emotion.
"Now that's too dry," Meera said, "I want you to play with yourself and repeat that sentence till you cum."
Tears flooded Pankudi's eyes. But she knew she had no choice but to obey.
She started rubbing her clit and put two fingers inside. She felt a tingle in her groin. Tears streamed from her eyes as she repeated the humiliating sentence, "Thank you for making me a slut and a breeding cow," over and over, as she rubbed herself. Pleasurable sensations arose from her pussy, and her breathing became heavier. Meera stroked her sensitive nipples adding to the sexual pleasure. Finally, she moaned loudly as she felt a much needed orgasm hit her body. As she was cumming, she said, "Thank...you...making slut and...breeding cow...aaahh"
Meera laughed as she watched Pankhudi humiliate herself.
"Good, so you are really liking it," Meera said smiling at her, "Remember that for the rest of your life and learn to enjoy it. Because that is what you are ever going to be."
"Armaan," Pankhudi gasped, "Will come for me..."
"Really?" Meera chuckled, "You still believe that? Maybe he'll be one of the clients queued up to fuck you, but don't dream of anything more than that."
"He loves me," Pankhudi said, "He will find me one day..."
"Wrong. He will find a pregnant slut and a breeding cow someday," Meera said laughing, "And you are the dumbest slut in the world if you believe that he is still going to love you after all that. You are just going to be a fuck meat for any man and nothing more than that. No one is going to love you..."
"Armaan will always love me," Pankhudi said smiling at her.
"If he loves you so much, why didn't he marry you?" Meera asked with a smile.
Pankhudi had no answer to that question, she just smiled back weakly.
"Well, you don't have an answer, do you?" Meera chuckled, "If he didn't marry you when you were all sweet and pure, I don't think he is going to marry you now after watching you get fucked by other men and when you are carrying some bastard seed inside you."
"What you think doesn't matter to me or him," Pankhudi said, smiling ever so sweetly.
"Well it should you know," Meera said, "Because I go out there and I see him. He has already given up on you. He was upset for a few days but he has forgotten about you now. I was hoping he would break. But he is enjoying his life and is fucking around happily. You are a lost cause anyway."
"Who are you kidding Meera?" Pankhudi spoke sweetly, "I know him better than anyone. I'll tell you what is happening. He is looking for me everywhere. He hasn't slept one night since I was taken and he is barely even eating. I know my Armaan, and I know he loves me. He'll never give up on me, and I will never give up on him."
Meera's smile disappeared. She slapped Pankhudi sharply. "You are just a slut and a cheap whore, nothing more than that. Neil took my Naina di away from me and Armaan made me a whore! I am going to do the same to you!" Meera said bitterly.
"You were hurt because you lost Naina," Pankhudi said, "You loved her so much...you hate Neil and Armaan for what they have done, and yet you chose to be exactly like the people you hate, and not like the person you loved more than anything in the world..."
Meera choked in grief as she remembered Naina's love.
"Bad things..." Meera said, "...always happen to the best people. Just look at yourself."
"And if we let those things darken our heart," Pankhudi replied, "...this whole world will drown in darkness. Naina herself was in pain, yet she gave you so much love unconditionally, even when you were not related to her because she saw you were alone and afraid and needed love. She knew that every soul needs love, there is enough of pain in the world already."
Meera was suddenly very quiet.
"You can hurt me, Meera," Pankhudi said, "You can make me do anything. But you can never make me stop loving Armaan."
Meera's ego was hurt. But Pankhudi's loving innocent eyes made her weak. She just stormed out of the room.
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Armaan reached near Pankhudi's apartment and found a parking spot for his car in that congested locality.
The building was several years old, and the paint had peeled off almost all the walls. She lived in the poorer side of the city, and the neighborhood was not friendly. Armaan had offered her a house in the better part of the city, but she refused to accept. He offered her a car, and so many other things, but she just never accepted any gifts from him.
As he was climbing up the rickety stairs to her apartment, he absentmindedly bumped into an old woman coming out from the next flat. He apologized but she gave him an angry look and hobbled away, cursing in Marathi.
"Why did Pankh continue to live in this shitty neighborhood?" he thought.
He opened the door with his set of keys. As he entered the room, painful memories stung his heart. This was the place from which she was abducted after she was raped by 3 men in front of him, the very place where he last saw the woman he loved.
He walked toward her bedroom where he had such beautiful memories about her. Pankhudi always liked to sleep on the left side of the bed. He lay down on the right side of the bed and moved his hand on the vacant spot, feeling the sheets, remembering all the times he made love to her on this very bed, how she lovingly held him, kissed him, how she soothed him, sang for him and put him to sleep. Every time he got agitated, she just knew how to calm him down.
The emptiness bore a hole in his heart. "I miss you Pankh," he said as a lone tear escaped his eyes, "I wish you were here to hold me, I'm so tired, but I can't sleep...I miss you..."
He looked fondly at her things lying around, her books, her clothes, her teddy bear, and suddenly noticed her diary. He remembered Pankhudi wrote a diary. He picked it up and started reading, hoping to find some answers. He focused mainly on anything that mentioned him or Meera.
