Ria Licks Pussy... Her Own Pussy

In the living area of the brothel Ria continued to be interrogated by her tormentors Clarke, Sunil and the watching girls.

Clarke looked Ria up and down down, noting her cute pyjamas and doe eyed sleepy brown face. He decided to wake her up with a probing question. "Have you heard of cunnilingus?"

"Yes. Oral sex."

"Good. Then what do you think autocunnilingus is?"

In short Ria didn't know. She wiped the sleep away from her large eyes, then slipped into thought. "Erm…is it a sex toy or something?"

"Licking your own pussy."

"What?! Surely that's impossible."

"No. If you were a good Hindu, you'd know how to. There are a few useful tips in the Kama Sutra."

Sunil smiled, "Nushrat will show you." He looked at Nushrat who had obviously been struggling to follow the conversation in English, so clipped her over the back of the head and then relayed the order in Hindi.

Nushrat wearing cotton panties and a little night vest sat on the floor. She then hooked one skinny brown leg over her head and under her armpit, then pulled the second leg up and over in the same manner. All seemed relatively effortless for the highly flexible young woman.

Clarke watched Nushrat with glee. "Not only does Little Nushrat look frightfully younger than she is, she is also quite a contortionist. A former circus gymnast, Sunil tells me."

Wide-eyed, feeling her face and body warming, Ria watched as Nushra still with her legs wedged under her armpits, then leant forward. Her face was six inches from her panty covered cunt, but she then gripped her little brown ass with her hands, and pulled herself further down, closing the gap completely.

Sunil clapped his hands.. "Very good Nushrat. But the rest is for my own eyes only." He watched as Nusrat began to untangle herself before gesturing for Ria to do the same. "You try "

"'You can't expect me to do that. I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm as supple as a lamp post." It was true, Ria hadn't been to Pilates classes for three years, and her body was quickly settling into middle age comfort. So much so, in fact, that when Dan fucks her deep, she often tries to avoid him putting her brown legs over his white shoulders, claiming it feels uncomfortable on her hips and back. Ten year's before it was her favourite position.

Clarke sternly interjected, bringing Ria back from her thoughts. "We insist you try. You will master autocunnligus by the end of your stay."

"I'll end up in hospital," Ria protested, anguished by the thought of even attempting it, much less hospital staff gossip about it.

"The only way you'll end up in hospital is if you don't do what I say, or do things without my permission. Now get undressed. One way or another we are going to have you licking your own pussy and arsehole before bedtime."

"Arse hole?" Ria was even more stressed and grossed out.

"Stop asking questions. Get naked and drop to the floor."

Ria let out a sigh. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, showing her small part tits to the room. The air was cool and her large dark nipples were erect. She couldn't bear to face her audience as she pulled down her pink shorts and panties in one go, revealing her shaven cunt.

"I see you're not the hairy Indian I saw last week."

"No."

"Did you shave just for me?"

Ria smiled awkwardly, she didn't know how to reply. She had shaved for Clarke… but didn't want to admit it. The thought of doing anything for him repulsed her. She shaved more out of not wanting to be humiliated again.

"Well I take your silence as a yes." Clarke pointed to the floor. "Now, go on. Try it on your own first."

Ria sat on the cold lino floor, letting out a deep sigh of regret, feeling queasy. She kept her legs together as she was conscious of revealing her pussy to a room filled with strangers. A vain attempt at trying to keep her modesty for as long as possible.

Ria's heart began to race as if it was about to explode in her chest.

Her mind was whirling around creating nothing but fog and confusion.

Ria suddenly struggled to breathe. She tucked her knees into her chest and sunk her face behind. A defensive gesture, as if she was trying to hide from her tormentors.

She was having a panic attack.

Ria wanted to disappear. Wanted to be with Dan. Longed for home and longed for her old life.

"Stop playing for time. Get started."

Ria shook her head. "No I can't."

"Do it, Ria. Or I'll have you work a night shift with girls… and fresh meat is the most popular amongst the most perverted.. Now, give us a show."

As if she was going deep under water, Ria took in a deep breath and began to regulate her breathing.

Biting her lip, Ria grabbed the bare ankle of her left leg then took a moment to rally herself, before pulling it up, and tried to duck her head under. She wasn't even close. A rueful cry passed her lips and she realised she was just not supple enough.

Her audience thought the effort was feeble and pathetic. A couple of the girls laughed. Clarke chose to boo instead. No one was impressed with Ria.

Ria exhaled disappointment and discomfort. She rested her leg down on the lino and contemplated on the next move.

This time she tried with her right leg and attempted to pull it over, ducking her head under once more.

This time Ria was harder on herself, almost reckless with her body.

Ria felt her joints strain, heard sockets click. She let out a worried cry. Hoping any damage done was only temporary.

But she kept pulling.

Ria screamed in determination as if she was giving birth. "Come on!"

Tears broke from Ria's tear ducts and mixed with sweat on her clammy skin. Ria wanted to prove her doubters wrong.

But a frustrated Ria had no choice but to let go, collapsing in exhaustion and disappointment.

The small crowd reveled in Ria's struggle. Sunil advised. "There are multiple ways of achieving this. Use your imagination."

Ria took a moment to catch her breath and think.

"Role backwards."

"Huh?"

Clarke added. "Like a roly poly. You know" a backward role, but stop halfway." He showed her page out of the Karma Sutra

Ria let a sigh. She then slowly rolled backwards, so the back of her head was against the floor, and the ass in the air. She steadied herself using her out-splayed arms.

She then slowly reached and grabbed her thighs, pulling her sex towards her face.

Being doubled over, Ria struggled to breathe, every breath felt an ordeal. Plus it was intensely uncomfortable.

Her pussy was temptingly close, so close, that she could feel the warmth and smell.

Sensing success, Ria stretched out with her tongue.

But it was an inch short. Still, Ria strained even harder.

The constant pressure on her stomach had unfortunate consequences.

Ria suddenly let rip. Farting in her own face.

In equal measure, Ria felt shocked, disgusted and embarrassed.

The crowd burst into laughter. Clarke and Sunil almost fell over in shared hysterics.

Ria cough and spluttered before collapsing onto her naked flank. Their laughter continuing to ring in her ears.

Clarke lambasted Ria "You dirty little mare. And to think you believe yourself to be better than these hard-working women? You're below them. You're nothing but a disappointment. You brown useless whore."

Ria began to sob.

Sunil tapped Nushrat on her slight shoulder and gestured for her to go and help. "Nushrat teach you ."

Nushrat helped stand Ria up. She then led her to the whitewashed wall. Not being able to speak fluent English, Nuhrat had to show Ria what she wanted her to do. "Like this."

Standing facing the wall, Nushrat doubled over, so, beneath her shoulders, she could see through her legs - looking back into the room.

She slowly shuffled forward until her back was pressed against the wall.

Supported by the wall Nushrant then reached between her own legs and pulled herself up, until she was a standing human ball.

Nushrant couldn't resist giving herself a cheeky lick.

Successful, Nushrst once again unwrapped herself. "Your turn. I help."

Nushrat guided Ria through doing the same. She made Ria touch her own toes, then from behind gently walked Ria to the wall.

At the wall Nushrat pushed Ria against the cold concrete.

Ria hated being upside down for more than a few seconds, and began to feel sick.

From behind Ria's glorious naked butt, Nushrat took Ria's hands and pulled her arms between her legs.

As Nushrat pulled on Ria's arms she pushed her weight against Ria, pushing her against the wall, adding further pressure on Ria's spine.

Though Ria protested with cries of pain, Nusrat's wall technique was working, with Ria's face approaching her pussy

However, the pain was immense, and Ria was now screaming in agony. She thought she was going to snap in two as Nushrat kept pulling on her arms, trying to force Ria through her own legs. "No, no. Stop it."

"If you quit, Ria, you do understand you'll have it all to do again tomorrow."

"Have mercy, please. I quit, I quit. For god's sake. I can't take anymore "

Nushrat glanced over her shoulder at Sunil and Clarke, who both nodded their consent to release her.

As Nushrat let go, Ria collapsed onto the floor and cried.

And on the floor Ria stayed. Naked, broken and desperate.

~

Ria emailed Dan that night. Of course as Ria agreed, Clarke had to read it before it was sent. It made no mention of her sexual exploitation. It was just a loving wife touching base with her doting husband. And imaginary HR matters in her overseas posting.