Ria Gets Pissed

Spiralling into a depression Ria cried herself to sleep, it was something which sadly had become routine. She was hating her perverted humiliation at the hands of Clarke and his cronies at the brothel.

It was too painful to move, so Ria woke in the same position as she had slept in, fearing the damage had been done to her back and hips during the evening's ordeal.

Ria had taken a cocktail of medication before bed. Nothing hardcore, just paracetamol for pain, calmers for her anxiety and sleepers. Because she wasn't comfortable flying, Ria always travelled with a small pharmacy, and now it was invaluable.

Under the influence of the tablets, Ria slept through till midday but woke with a mighty hangover. Her nightmares had been vivid but kinder than her painful reality. As she slowly woke, she listened to the street sound outside her window. The annoying auto-rickshaws, the heavy old buses and vintage lorries… the bickering monkeys and noisy street sellers.

The sound of the street gave Ria a sense of loneliness as she listened to the world continue as normal while she had to live out a perverse nightmare. A cruel reminder of normality as she lived through hell.

But as Winston Churchill told the nation during the darkest days of WW2, "When one finds himself going through hell… keep going."

Yeah Winston stood up to NAZI fascism, but no one forced him to try autocunnilingus..

Having worked most of the night It was also midday when the other working girls began to stir. Ria could hear the chatter in the hallway and the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen… the scene of Ria's shaming the night before.

Ria felt a desperate thirst and needed to use the bathroom. But it was the smell of toast which finally convinced Ria to begin her day.

She felt stiff as she rose from the bed. Her joints and muscles had been overextended the night before during her failed attempt at autocunniiigus.

But as she began to move she realised the pain reminded Ria more of her old gym days rather than any hospital visits. A good pain. A stiffness that hinted at progress rather than lasting damage.

As Ria shuffled across the room her spirit lifted a little…at least the only thing broken was her heart.

Of course Ria's heart would only mend when she returned to Dan.

In the kitchen there was a group of girls sitting at a long bench table. They were all dressed in pyjamas or night slips with their hair a mess. They were eating fresh fruit, picked from a large bowl.

After making a breakfast of buttered toast and a cup of tea, Ria carried her breakfast over to the table where the girls smiled and made room for her on the bench seat.

Spotting the fruit bowl, Ria leant over and took a banana and began peeling it. She smiled at thoughts of childhood as banana on toast was a breakfast she grew up on.

The girls smiled and spoke to her Hindi. Ria knew a few words but not much. It was very different to Tamil, her mother tongue. And the girls didn't appear to understand English. Still, they all did their best to bond.

Nushrat stepped into the room and began talking to the girls in a loud high pitch voice. There was much laughter and, as Ria judged the girl's rude gestures, she believed they were talking about last night's customers.

Nushrat took a small bowl from a kitchen cupboard and placed a mango in it. She then sat at Ria's side. As Nushrat began peeling the fruit with a small knife she asked Ria. "You OK?"

"I'm OK." Ria grimaced. "But I feel very stiff."

"Stiff?"

Ria tapped the places that hurt. "My back. My hips."

"It is normal. You will be OK."

"I hope I will."

"Last night, you were... nearly there." Despite Nushrat's English only being basic, she could sense Ria's woe and could tell she was talking about more than just autocunniligus. That Ria was also struggling mentally. Nushrat raised her hand and tapped her head. "You need to believe. You need to... accept where you are "

"How can I accept this place? How can you even accept this place? Being a prostitute is no life for a teenage woman."

"Sunil can be a bad man. But he gives us good money. We support our families with it."

"I suppose it's not all bad. Are you and Sunil lovers? You are always together."

"Sometimes." Nushrat chuckled. She squeezed Ria's arm. "Tonight, Sunil said Clarke will try to make you perform autocunniligus again. You will be a star, like me."

Ria hung her head. She had been doing her best to forget it.

~

Clarke got back from a tour of Sunil's textile factory and was happy to see Ria was up and finishing breakfast. He took a seat opposite her and Nushrat. Taking an apple from the bowl he polished it on his shirt, then asked Ria. "How are you this morning?"

"Aching."

"Good. Shows you made progress. Don't worry, the pain will pass."

"Good."

Clarke looked at the green apple but decided against eating it. "One should always wash everything before eating it in India. Delhi Belly is the worst. Plus, I wouldn't want to have to take a rain check on our date tonight." He then stared at Ria. "You're going to have to start seducing me. The clock is ticking.I'm losing patience with you."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Really?"

"Of course." Ria groaned. "For a start, I'm married."

"Not for this month you're not."

The girls at the table sensed the conversation was becoming serious, and decided to give them space. Ria finished her cup of tea with a hearty swig. "I am married." She then leaned forward and challenged Clarke. "You can do what you want with me. But I won't actively try and seduce or romance you. My heart is with my husband." Ria reasoned. "Plus, romance is a two way street. I will only want to be nice to someone who is nice to me back."

"Same here. I was very good to you. But it was you who made a fool of me at the awards last December. Before that, I was willing to give you everything. Foster your brilliance and let you bloom. But it was your arrogance that angered me. In short, we are here because of you. You put yourself in this predicament."

"Well, no matter what you say or do, I'm not seducing you. You blackmailed me into a contract that I will honour by giving you my body, but you will never own heart."

"Fine. But remember I am a man of my word. And I did tell you that. . for every rejection, I will retaliate with a darker, crueller humiliation."

"I won't seduce you. I will never give you my heart."

Clarke bit from his apple. "You'll regret that." He then swallowed the morsel of fruit before wincing. "Just like I will probably regret this. "

~

In preparation for another attempt at auto cunnilingus, Ria was put through her stretches by Nushrat. They spent an hour stretching Ria's hamstrings and calf muscles while also training her back muscles. Nushrat made Ria practise breathing techniques to help her during her strenuous positions.

Taking a break Riya stood barefoot in a simple black bra and panties with her long black hair tied into a bun. Her brown skin glistened with sweat due to their exertions and humid weather. She was with a semi clad Nushrat in a large empty room. The supple wooden floor and mirrored walls suggested a dance studio. However, Clarke said the second-floor hall was used for large orgies or as a studio for cam girl booths. Ria asked, "I know it's hot but is it necessary to do this in our underwear?"

Nushrat answered "Yes…" She paused and glance at the opening door. "... for movement."

Clarke stepped through the open door. "And for my entertainment." He sat down on a plastic chair then lit a cigarette. "Don't mind me. Continue."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Nusrat forcing Ria into various autocunniligus positions.

Nushrat was kneeling facing Ria who was on her back with her ass in the air. Pushing down on the back of Ria's naked thighs, Nushrat was stretching Ria's lower back muscles.

In an attempt to reach her own pussy Ria raised her shoulders off the wooden floor.

Still pressing down on Ria's thighs, Nushrat brought her face down between Ria legs, resting her chin on her pussy. She smiled, "Try to touch my nose, with yours."

Ria didn't feel comfortable with having Nushrat touching her sex, but wasn't in a position to protest. Sne groaned as she forced herself up through her own legs. "Oh God!" She gave one mighty push until their noses touched. Nushrat stooped down and tasted Ria's lips. "See. You'll be OK."

Ria collapsed back on the floor. Her small tits rising and falling inside her bra with her deep breaths. Her skin was all clammy after her strenuous efforts.

Nushrat quickly straddled Ria. "You are making good progress. " She reached down and gently stroked Ria's cheek."Well done." She then wiggled her ass and grinded into Ria.

The two young women then locked eyes, then Nushrat leaned closer. "Maybe tonight we will be rewarded."

Clarke interrupted. "Ria, Nush. Come with me. Now. You've worked hard and deserve a drink. Leave your clothes in here."

He led the two semi naked girls down the stairs to the laundry room. Lit by a single bulb it contained three washing machines and a table for folding and ironing. The back bottle was filled with shelving that contained cleaning products and DIY tools.

Clarke stepped up the shelf the pulled back a sheet that revealed two large water bottles. He lifted a large full 2 gallon plastic water bottle onto a wooden bench, it was the kind of bottle you use for office water dispensers. "It's important you rehydrate. I want you to drink it all between you both. 1 gallon each."

Ria protested. "I could drown in that. Especially little Nush."

"It's two gallons, just over 4 liters each. The last girl who tried didn't die. No reason you should." Clarke sniggered. "Unless you can't swim."

"Is this today's challenge?"

"The first part." Clarke uncapped the bottle "Now both of you get naked and start drinking."

Ria protested. "Do we really have to be naked?" But even before Clarke could answer Nushrat was topless. She was obviously used to complying to everything Clarke and Sunil ordered.

On cue, Sunil arrived in the storeroom, carrying a pint glass in each hand. "Ria you are so stubborn, you have been in the west too long. Clarke shouldn't feel the need to tell you to get naked. Now lose the clothes. Follow Nush's lead."

Ria unclasped her bra then let it slip down her long elegant arms onto the bright green lino floor As she pulled down her panties she noticed Clarke taking out a roll of strong duct tape from a large toolbox. Stepping out her panties, she asked, 'Please don't gag me."

"If I gagged you, how would you be able to drink? No, the duct tape is for your pussy."

"What?"

"Hopefully after this, you'll see sense, and get off your high horse… be more modest like the rest of us." Clarke pointed to Nushrat who was completely naked. Her tiny childish frame shivering in the shadowy room. "Look at Nushrat. She hasn't bitched and whined like you. As Sunil just said, you've been corrupted by the ideals of the west."

"I have morals and a backbone."

Ria was ignored.

"Stand with your legs parted, girls." Clarke then ripped off a few inches of tape with his teeth. He then knelt in front of Ria. She winced as he touched her intimately for the first time, letting out a desperate cry. He pinched her pussy lips closed with his fingers before smoothing the tape over Ria's tight folds.

Clarke then did the same to Nushrat who once again didn't protest or show signs of discomfort as her pussy was taped closed. It was as if she was numb to the abuse.

Sunil filled each glass from the large water barrel but spilled some of the water which annoyed Clarke. Staring at the girls, Clarke instructed. "Eight pints each. Last to finish gets pissed on by the other...and the two of us."

Ria was about to moan but saw Nushrat was already downing her first pint. Not wanting to lose and get pissed on, Ria began drinking.

Watersports was not Ria's thing. In her first year together with Dan they once shared a romantic bath. But it ended prematurely when, as a crude joke, Dan pissed on her back.

Ria hadn't shared a bath with him since.

Fortunately, the 2 gallon drum was fresh, so there wasn't too much of an after taste. Ria drunk the first glass, downed the second and third without too much of a bother.

But the fourth was more of a struggle. Yet Ria was just about keeping pace with Nusrat.

After finishing the fourth Ria hit a problem.

The water was no longer sinking. Her bladder was full. Ria placed a hand on her stomach and burped. "I'm full."

Clarke decanted a fifth pint from the drum. "Drink or you lose. Nushrat is halfway down her fifth."

Ria sighed and she began drinking a fifth glass of water. Clarke wiped her delicate chin dry with his finger "Careful you don't waste any."

Ria continued to drink, but the fifth pint of water was becoming impossible to down. She felt she had reached her physical limit.

There was no room left. And Ria felt desperate for a pee. "I need the toilet."

"Not yet you can't. We're saving it for something special.," Clarke watched the feeling of sickness wash over Ria's face as she drained the last dreg from the glass. She looked seasick." Just another three to go. Then you can go to the toilet."

Ria shook her head. “I can't drink another glass. You have to give me a minute.”

"Nushrat is already on her sixth."

Ria looked across at Nushrat. She wondered where such a small skinny young girl could put it all. But she noticed her belly had swelled.

Clark told Ria, "Believe me, you have to keep going as you'll only feel worse if you pause. Best for your own sake, that we get this done as quick as possible." Ria shook her head and Clarke began counting down the sixty seconds.

"Right Ria. Take the sixth glass."

Clarke handed her the glass which shook in her hand. She began to sob. "I can't. There's no more room."

"You drink it, or Sunil and I will force it down."

Ria began to cry into the glass as drank the sixth. Every slurp, every drop, every mouthful made her Ria feel even more sickly.

But she downed it. And felt like her bladder was about to burst.

Ria now felt intense pressure in her lower abdomen. Her bladder felt hard and heavy like it carried a ball of concrete. "I really need to pee."

Clarke ignored Ria and handed her the seventh glass to Ria. "Lucky number seven."

Ria's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "No more. I can't."

"You can. I know you can. Stop being such a wimp." He gestured towards Nushrat. She too was physically struggling. Her tiny chicken-breast tits were glistening with spilt water and her stomach had become distended. She looked just as uncomfortable and sickly as Ria. But she kept going. Clarke asked Sunil. "How many glasses?"

"On her eighth."

"Ria you're going to make us lose. I don't like losing."

"You're going to have to make me."

"I'll make you regret it."

"I physically can't."

"I'll prove otherwise." Clarke dragged Ria towards a wooden chair. He threw Ria down onto it, causing Ria to scream as the legs of the chair to screech along the lino floor. "Just as well I had my backup plan, you fucking disappointment."

The fall onto the chair caused Ria's bladder to relax, causing her to piss. but the duct tape was keeping her dry. She found it such an odd feeling,

Clarke went back to the large toolbox where he had earlier taken his duct tape from. But this time he took out two pairs of handcuffs and a peculiar fetish funnel latrine gag. "Sunil. Nushrat. Come and help me."

Nushrat waddled over with her pregnant-like belly and took the cuffs from Clarke.

Standing behind Ria, Nushrat took Ria's left wrist and cuffed it to a leg of the chair, then did the same to the right.

Sunil, thinking ahead, picked up the roll of tape from the floor and taped Ria's ankles to the front legs of the chair.

Ria, although sobbing relentlessly, didn't resist. She had longed accepted her fate and just wanted it to be over.

Clarke ordered Ria, " Stop crying and open your mouth."

Not that Sunil needed to, but he grabbed harshly grabbed Ria's chin. He squeezed her mouth open allowing Clarke to roughly insert the fearsome latrine gag into Ria's mouth. Clarke then fastened the leather studded mask tightly to her pretty face.

With her beautiful and delicate facial features hidden behind a mask and upright funnel, Ria looked and felt dehumanised.

Ria's heart beat a fearsome beat. Her fear echoed along the tube then reverberated around the funnel.

"Sunil, pour the water into the funnel." Clarke watched with interest as Sunil began to pour the water into the funnel. Powerless to stop it, Ria rocked back as the water flooded into her mouth. But Clarke then ordered Sunil to stop.. "I've got a better idea." His smile took on an evil twist. "Let's use her as a human toilet."

Through the eye holes in the leather mask, Ria watched in horror as Clarke approached. Her distorted protests echoed out of the funnel.

In a late attempt to escape, Ria began to rock the chair left and right, trying to topple it over.

"Sunil, hold the chair still."

Sunil stood behind Ria and held the chair still.

Clarke pulled his large but flaccid cock out of his slacks. Steadying himself with a hand on Ria's slender shoulder he climbed onto the front of Ria's chair, so he was looming over the seated and restrained Ria.

Knowing what was coming Ria kept moving her head left to right. Clarke barked. "Stop moving." He then placed his steadying hand on top of Ria's masked head.

Clarke began pissing into the funnel. He grinned while watching Ria jerk back into the chair. She clearly felt revolted by the warm piss flowing into her mouth. His noticed her fingernails digging into the soft pine of the seat of the chair, her legs straining against the tape.

Ria refused to swallow causing the funnel to fill. In a further show of resistance she tried to blow it back out. Yet Clarke continued to piss and tipped the funnel backwards, making sure any overflow would cover Ria rather than him. "Swallow the piss or one or us will block your nose."

However, Ria continued to refuse to swallow, and soon the piss began to spill over the edge of the funnel, covering Ria's tits in warm golden glistening piss.

Sunil ordered Nushrst to pinch Ria's nose. Nushrat hesitated but Sunil's death stare made Nushrat grab Ria's nose and close her nostrils.

Unable to breathe Ria began to panic. Piss fell in waves as she Ria writhed and wriggled while restrained in the chair.

Ria finally gave in, swallowing and gulping down the piss. Seeing this, Nusrat released her pinch allowing Ria to breathe once more.

However after a few gulps Ria could no longer swallow and her body was rejecting anymore fluids. Her body began to push back causing Ria to choke on her own vomit.

Ria's eyes were bulging and her body began to convulse.

Fearing the worst, Clarke climbed down from the chair and ordered Clarke to unbuckle the mask.

Pulling the funnel mask from Ria's face, Sunil had to jump backwards as Ria immediately vomited all over herself, covering her tits and lap in a mixture of piss and water.

Clarke shook his head in disgust. "Disgraceful. I'd been saving that for you." He kicked the chair backwards. Sending it crashing on to it's back with Ria still strapped to it.

"Sunil, grab her leg while I grab the other. Let's see if she's been following Nush's advice. "

The two men freed Ria's ankles from their tape, then grabbed a leg each and doubled Ria over. Ria on her back with her ass in the air.

He then pulled the tape from Ria's cunt. As it came free piss shot out like a high pressure fountain.

Ria was so desperate from her distended stomach she could not control the flow as it rained down on her face.

Drowning in her own piss.

While. Ria continued to piss on herself, Sunil ordered Nushrat to stand with her legs either side of Ria's face. He then made Nushrat squat. "1… 2…" Before counting to three he pulled the tape from Nusrats pussy, .. Causing her to yelp in agony. But as she did a powerful gush of piss smashed into Ria' face.

Ria desperately tried to avoid the two streams of piss. But the warm jets kept hitting her, in her mouth, in her eyes, soaking her hair.

While holding Ria's leg, keeping her doubled over with Sunil, with his free and Clarke kept slapping Ria's face and forcing her open her mouth.

Ria choked, coughed and spluttered throughout.

It was the longest piss in her life. It just kept coming. Not giving Ria a break from her self-inflicted assault.

Eventually the gush reduced to a trickle that continued to well from her pussy for a minute more, running in rivulets down her brown skin over stomach and and tits.

Ria finally opened her eyes for moment to see Nushrat' dripping cunt and squinting ass hole.

The fun over, Clarke and Sunil then got up and went to leave, taking Nushrat with them.

Soaked and stinking of her own filth Ria was left alone. Before Clarke closed the door he turned towards Ria, giving her one last scornful look. "You better get off that high horse of yours and seduce me. Otherwise, it's going to get a whole lot worse for you."

"Fuck you." Ria was then left alone in the laundry room, covered in piss and puke, contemplating on what Clarke just said.

How could it get worse than this? She decided it was best not to think about it.

What Ria didn't know was that Clarke was now on the phone to her colleague Grace… Things could most definitely get a whole lot worse for Ria.

And they will.