I complied, standing there naked and sobbing, but also weirdly aroused. He went to the closet and got one of my husband's belts. He fastened it around my neck like a dog's leash. First came the slaps on my boobs until they were red. Then really hard bites on my nipple. Then three fingers were thrust up my cunt.
"Just as I thought. Wetter than a filthy kutiyaa's cunt!" he spat at me again. "You like this, don't you?"
"Yes..." I whispered honestly.
Another slap.
"Jor se bol, kuttiya!"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Ji...........maalik." Master.
With three fingers still roughly shoved up my cunt, he grabbed my hair, pulled it, and brought his face close to mine.
"And who are you?"
"Mei tumhari gandi kutiyaa hun, maalik"(I am your filthy bitch, master.)
"That's right!"
I was then ordered to turn around, bend over and put my hands on the wall. Then came the angry spanks on my ass. I counted... 64 on each cheek.
Then I was laid on the bed on my side, my legs folded up. Half a bottle of moisturizer was emptied on my ass. The anal assault began. I hated myself when I had three orgasms in the next fifteen minutes as he sodomized me while playing with my clit. Then it was my cunt's turn as I was made to ride him. And then fucked in the ass again doggy style until he deposited his seed inside it.
When I came back from the bathroom after a long time cleaning myself, he had opened a bottle of vodka. He pulled me on to his lap and shoved the bottle in my hand. We finished it in ten minutes.
The rest of the night was a blur again as my blood alcohol level crossed my tolerance. A dream and a nightmare. We fucked at least 3 more times that I can recall. I was slapped and spanked and spat on. The belt around my neck was tightened a few times almost to the point of choking me unconscious. And the orgasms I had probably numbered in the dozens. The more roughly he treated me, the harder I came. I hated it, but that's how it was.
I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. I opened my eyes. The sunlight stung. It took me a few moments again to realize where I was. Curled up naked on the roof of my own house, with an empty jute sack on top of me. There was a bowl of water next to me this time, like for an actual bitch. The other end of my belt leash was tied around a water pipe. I had no memory of how I ended up there. The last thing I remembered was being humped in front of the bathroom mirror at around 4 AM while he pulled on the belt.
Unlike the last time, the belt around my neck was tied to the water pipe with a padlock through it. I frantically looked for the key, finding none, I yanked and pulled at the belt and even tried biting it. Hard leather v/s teeth? Hah! No contest. The belt refused to yield and every passing moment I fell more into despair and wondered if Lallan was sleeping downstairs in my flat and would come up and release me once he woke up.
I curled up closer to the pipes under the water tank, trying to make myself disappear and hoped no one in the surrounding buildings would come up to their terraces and see me all naked and abused, tied like a dog. God! This was so humiliating and humiliatingly, I felt my cunt moisten at the thought of being so brutally abused. I guess I was slowly getting attuned to the abuse Lallan was subjecting me to and somewhere deep within me, I was liking it. I shook my head vigorously, as if trying to shake off such stupid thoughts from my head. Ouch! My head hurt, but that didn't stop my left hand to slowly reach down and tenderly rub my fingers around my cunt.
My ass felt used up and also a bit cramped. I wondered if I wanted to shit and how it would look, me taking a heavy dump on my building terrace naked, squatting like a used up pig. The thought sent a shudder through my body and I had a mini orgasm right then and there. Oh how I had fallen. The thought of shitting in the open, naked and collared like an animal was making me cum!
My hand crept a bit lower towards my asshole and I started running my forefinger around the hole. I shivered in pleasure and audibly told myself 'Gaand phaad di meri' "He tore my ass open".
I felt something like a string hanging out of my ass and fishing around I saw that indeed a string was wedged up my asshole. I carefully tugged the string out, feeling the pressure in my bowels and shit out a key!
The bastard had locked and leashed me to the water tank with the key left in my ass! Chaabi gaand mei ghusa ke chala gaya, kutta!
I sat up. Unlocked the belt. The sun was high enough for it to be close to noon. Thankfully, Lallan had shown the mercy of putting me in a corner of the roof that couldn't be seen from the other houses around us. At least not directly. The tall buildings were a different matter. I stared at the balconies again and tried to make out if I could see any obvious viewers. I couldn't.
Once my eyes got used to the sunlight, I picked up the sack and held it in front of me to cover my nakedness. Peeked around the wall. Luckily the other roofs were still empty. I scampered through the door and started walking down the stairs. My ass hurt, my thighs hurt. My face hurt. My boobs hurt. But my cunt felt.....satisfied.
I walked downstairs gingerly in case he was still around. The house was empty.
There was a note on the kitchen table scrawled in Hindi.
"Agle Mahine...Next month."
I sat in Nita's office for another session, waiting for her to finish a team meeting. The regular sessions had helped at first, just by giving me an outlet to talk about what was happening. But lately, our chats with each other had gotten contentious. Nita seemed to be losing patience, maybe because she personally cared about me, and was disappointed that I wasn't following her advice.
I sat staring at the posters on the wall, which were the same as the ones that used to be in my office. Posters about self-respect, dignity, not taking abuse, relying on the machinery in place to help, pitfalls of enabling abusive behaviour, etc. I once used them extensively when counselling women. Now I still could not get used to being on the other side of the table. Finally, she walked in and saw me. Sighing, she closed the door behind her and took her seat, giving me a questioning look. I couldn't look her in the eye.
"You were with him again?"
I nodded. She took a pad and started making notes.
"It was supposed to be just once a month. Then it became once a week. And now multiple times a week?" she asked.
"Well, he says he is allowing me to go to the US and after that we won't meet for months at end, so he wants to make this time count."
"Allowing you to go? Oh lord, do you hear yourself talk? You now think you are beholden to him about how to live your life?" she sarcastically said.
"No. Of course not." I protested. "He does have it in his power to disrupt my life. Even more. He isn't doing that. He has been understanding about the situation. In general he has become more understanding."
