"So kutiya, what do you want from me? Why have you brought me here?" Lallan asked in between bites of his food which he gulped down sitting at the dining table. Though he had taken the clothes I had offered him, he wasn't wearing any. I turned around from where I was standing near the gas stove, roasting him a couple more chapatis. I am sure his eyes were on my naked back and ass as I was wearing just an apron that was certainly not meant to be worn without clothes.
"I don't know what came over me, Lallan. Why I said what I did in court and why I didn't stop you from getting in the car." I shifted on my feet slightly parting my legs. I am sure my hanging labia was invitingly visible to anyone behind me and was most certainly wet as I could feel my dripping cunt slime cooling on my upper thighs.
Continuing to eat, Lallan looked at me sideways and smirked "Ha... ha... I know why. And you know why. You miss my brand of romance. Don't you? Stupid cunt? That gutter between your legs oozes more filth than a municipal toilet."
Embarrassed, I turned back to the stove as I could not really answer him. Deep down, I knew what he said was the truth. Even if I hadn't realized it then, I knew that my sub-conscious had led me to this and there was really no turning back now. Was there? In one quick motion I slipped a finger at the junction between my legs and scooped up as much wetness as I could in one swipe and quickly deposited it in my mouth running my tongue over my lips.
Yes. It was far better to have this feeling than be drunk all day trying to end my remorse!
I came back to the table with a couple of chapatis and put it on his plate. "Enough. Now do the job you are meant to do. Get under the table and suck my cock." He said in a matter of fact way as if he was asking me to pass the salt shaker.
Resigned to my fate, I didn't waste any time. I had to get under the table from the opposite side as he had neither moved nor did he make any effort to give me space to go under the table past him.
I didn't use my hands. Like a dog, I Just grabbed his shrivelled cock with my lips and transferred his cock in my mouth with my tongue and began slurping and sucking on it.
"I don't need to be hard, cunt. Just a sucking. No blowjob." He mentioned with the same emotion as one could talking about a cold draft of wind. Nothing romantic about it.
I followed his instructions carefully and just kept my mouth between his legs. My chin on the chair between his legs and lips firmly wrapped around his cock. His pubic hair tickled my nose while my tongue slowly ran around his soft cock. I squeezed my throat and tried to hold as much saliva as I could in my mouth so that his cock was practically swimming in my spit and then gradually swallowed my spit. The essence of his cock with a hint of taste of pee went down my throat, into my empty belly.
I moaned. My mind was blank. I had to think about what to think. My entire world was now focussed on a cock in my mouth. Something that I rarely, if ever, did before I met Lallan.
A bottle of Indian whiskey was open on the table and he chugged at it in between taking chunks of food. I had never seen him drink from a glass. Funny, what all goes through your head when you put things in perspective. The bottle was nearly empty and he poured the rest of the alcohol on his nearly empty plate. He bent down and placed the plate on the floor near his feet.
"Finish the food, cunt. That's all that you get to eat today." He laughed drunkenly. "I hope that alcohol is enough to open up your ass because that's the only lubrication you get. Ha..ha"
I quickly shifted myself and moved the strands of hair from my face and bent down to slurp the leftover food bathing in a decent amount of whiskey and slurped and chewed the food. After finishing, not that it was much in the first place, I licked the plate clean with ample encouragement coming from above.
"What's all this?" He asked. I didn't know what he was referring to and I just looked up at him questioningly. He looked down on me and then casually took a fistful of my hair and dragged me out from under the table. I yelped in pain and quickly got to my feet. I looked at the table to see him hold a stack of papers held together with binder clips.
"It's some papers from my office. It's my work papers," I squealed.
He glared at me with a look of disgust and continued, "Work? Ha ha... So this Memsaab, a hungry and pathetic bitch, who enjoys being a submissive slut to her own rapist... takes his cock in her dirty mouth without any hesitation.... and you go to work with filth in your head. How pathetic you are."
It wasn't meant to be a question. There was no point in responding and I stood subserviently next to him.
He got up and picked up a large hairbrush from the dressing table and handed it to me. The hairbrush had a cylindrical handle and he told me without much explanation, "Put that entire handle into your asshole, leave the bristles out."
My ass was dry. This was a pretty decent sized brush handle. I didn't think I had any choice. I took it in my hands and started pushing the handle into my asshole. In a standing position, it was difficult to shove the handle in, I spat on the handle a couple of times and closed my eyes and wedged the end on my butthole and applied pressure.
As this wasn't enough to penetrate my tight hole, I squatted in front of him, my large boobs bouncing. I then kept other end of the brush on the floor sat down over it, pushing the handle into my tight asshole with all my force. Tears started coming out of my eyes but I neither stopped nor opened my eyes. Only when the entire handle went into my puckered ass, I removed my hands from the hairbrush and got back up on my knees on the floor. With the hairbrush popping out of my ass, it looked like a tail and I am sure I looked like a mongrel, on all fours.
Lallan roared with laughter. "Now you look a perfect bitch."
I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Wag your tail, my doggie memsaab, and when you do that look into the mirror." He gestured pointing to the mirror adjacent to the table.
I started shaking my ass and looked at myself into the full length mirror. I was on all fours, on my elbows and knees... My boobs were almost touching the floor, and a crude tail was obscenely jutting out of my ass. My cunt wept... I was dripping cum on the floor. The mirror showed me my split thighs and the wet stream of girl spunk leak out of my hole down to the floor.
