A short preface, this is the 2nd chapter of the fan continuation of the "Social Worker and the Bully" series by @sapna_prakash
I recently got in touch with Sapna and I have her consent to continue the story
you will notice a change in perspective as I write from an outsider's point of view and not from one of the characters. I hope you can tolerate the change.
also Sapna herself took the story and some of the acts into a darker direction as compared to the original story by @shiprat, so following Sapna's steps I will also take the story to darker and more brutal direction
Finally, I would like to thank @kenjisato for editing this chapter.
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Manasi obediently kept slurping up the foul mixture for what felt to her like days. She didn't realize when she passed out.
It was around noon when she was jolted awake, when Karim splashed an entire bottle of water on her, effectively waterboarding her for a moment. Manasi was slowly trying to gain her bearings and senses, as she slowly tried to sit on her bruised ass. Before she could say anything, Karim poured another bottle on her head, making her gasp for air. The ordeal wasn't over, as she spat and snorted water out of her mouth and nose; Karim tied a belt on her and pulled it tight to make her face him.
"OYE! Is this what you call clean?!"
Karim's loud voice finally snapped Manasi back to reality. She looked at the floor and saw only a small area around where she lay on her face was 'clean', though one could still see the stains; while the rest of the filth was literally untouched. Manasi's eyes darted towards Karim's, with tears in them.
Her voice, already breaking from fear and the tight belt on her neck, wheezed, "Pleeeease... aaaah... mm... sshhorry..." She struggled to talk, her throat harsh from the recent crying and drinking the filthy mixture.
Air wheezed out of Manasi's lungs, as Karim pulled her up by the belt until she was on her toes. Manasi looked at Karim with fear in her eyes, as he kept the belt taut; she was gasping for air and stumbling to keep her balance. Karim kept her at arm's length, so as not to get the filth on her skin to touch him, as he watched Manasi desperately trying to reach for the belt with her hands tied behind her back; her eyes puffing out, her face turning purple, unable to form any words.
After a good minute, Karim eased up, loosening his grip, letting Manasi stand on her feet; she still stumbled a little, trying to get her breath back.
Karim, still keeping her at arm's length, called Lallan. "Dho ke la randi ko, (clean this bitch)" Karim commanded.
"Ji, Bhai! (yes sir!)"
Lallan, who usually took charge of manhandling Manasi, had already given up his role to Karim. In reality, it was more like Karim had taken it from Lallan, and that Lallan had accepted it without challenge. Lallan silently led Manasi to the bathroom.
Munaf, Tony, Moin, and Jalal rested on the sofa. Both Munaf and Tony were glad that they weren't chosen for bathing the whore, but their joy was short lived when Moin ordered them to clean the mess left.
"Why are you two lazing around? Clean this mess!"
With huge sighs, Munaf and Tony brought a bucket and mop and began cleaning the floor.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Manasi and Lallan finally got some time together. Lallan untied her hands and Manasi immediately sprang for the toilet. She emptied her stomach and heaved multiple times to make sure she purged everything from her body. She wiped her face and looked at Lallan with longing eyes. She took a step towards him, but he stepped back. Manasi looked down on her dirty body and moved to wash her mouth and brush her teeth, trying to get rid of the taste of their cum. Then, she quietly stepped into the shower.
Even if it was for a moment, the feeling of lukewarm water on her abused skin was a pleasant feeling for Manasi, until the soap hit her bruises-- that sent a sting down her body. Enduring through the pain, she scrubbed herself clean, as best she could in her weakened state. As Manasi cleaned herself, she couldn't stop herself from fingering her sore cunt, as she remembered how the three men had whipped her mercilessly that morning, and her body surrendering to the suffering and forcing her to cum. It hurt her a little, but she fingered herself trying to get the remnants of Tony's cum out of herself.
Lallan, watching everything, refrained himself.
She took an entire half a bottle of shampoo and washed her once luscious hair thoroughly, to get rid of the filth that it had soaked up. After Manasi came out of the shower, Lallan handed her a towel. As she reached out to grab the towel, Manasi couldn't control herself anymore, and jumped to embrace Lallan. He hesitated a bit, but soon reciprocated her embrace; she began sobbing on his chest. The two held each other tightly, without saying anything.
On their way back to the living room, Lallan led Manasi to her bedroom to get a fresh pair of clothes, but Manasi refused, knowing full well they would just rip it off regardless, and they headed back with her in the towel. When they reached the living room, the sight of a drenched woman would never fail to turn on a man, and as such, everyone was mesmerized for a moment by the sight of Manasi still wet from her shower, and with only the towel wrapped around her body, covering it. Manasi stood in front of everyone and defiantly dropped her towel, her skin fresh and clean, but still covered in welts and bruises.
Seeing her trying her best to look strong, made Karim smirk a little.
"Madam ji! Eat up!" Karim's voice was somewhat normal with no hint of aggression, like someone had switched his personality, pointing to the parcel placed on the coffee table.
Manasi looked confused. She was so determined to look strong in front of the thugs that she completely ignored the pleasant smell coming from the parcel; it was biriyani she could guess. She looked at Karim again.
"Memsaab! You haven't eaten anything proper since this morning, so we bought you something to eat!"
Manasi, still hesitant, stood quietly, calculating.
"Memsaab! You took too much time to clean up, the food will get cold. Don't worry, it is not something vile but just good ol' biriyani." Karim took the parcel and opened it up and showed it to Manasi, who was still hesitant to believe they would treat her so well all of a sudden; she knew there had to be a catch. She decided to take a leap of faith and to trust Karim for once; she bowed a little and extended her hand to get the parcel, but Karim took it back.
"Oh sorry, it will be difficult to eat from the parcel itself!. Moin! Bring something for memsaab to eat from!"
When Manasi saw what Moin took out from the other bag, she knew that was the catch-- it was a dog bowl.
Moin approached Manasi, who stood in her place, totally unsure of how to act in front of them, and dropped the bowl at her feet. It landed upside down; both Manasi and Moin looked at it.
"Oh sorry, can you keep it upright?" Moin requested, in a sarcastic voice. Manasi gulped and clenched her teeth as she bent down to reach the bowl, but froze midway through when she saw Moin use his foot to flip the bowl, audibly chuckling.
"Did you forget your place, memsaab!?" It was Karim, with more sarcasm in his voice.
Still halfway between bent and standing, this time Manasi knew better, not to look back at him and locked her eyes on the bowl.
"KNEEL!" Karim commanded.
Manasi immediately fell to her knees without wasting a second.
