An excerpt of the life of a poor girl who had put herself into the hands of a
wealthy man, for a contract period of 2 years in return for a monthly salary
which she needed desperately to pay debts for her family. This story has no
resemblance to any individual and the names are purely fictitious.
If you wish to contact the author, his email is indian_thrust@yahoo.com
Part - A
She knocked at the door, and was promptly asked to enter. She faces a medium
sized room, which looks like an office. "Good Morning sir", she greets the only
person in the room, who had his back towards her, making a drink for himself.
The man turned slowly, and looked at her. She was beautiful. The man nodded at
the girl to take a seat, and he himself leisurely dropped a few ice cubes into
his drink before he settled behind a large table. "I am Ajay", the words gruffly
came out of his thick lips. "What is your name ?", the man looked deep into the
girl's eyes, making her conscious and she dropped her gaze. "Anjali", she
replied in a meek voice. The man looked at her steadily without batting his
eyelids, "I gather you are seeking a job". The girl nodded, "yes sir". The man
leafed through some papers, as he spoke, "Look, I run this employment agency,
and I have clients who have a range of requirements. I need to understand your
capabilities, and what kind of money you are looking for as salary". He tapped
at the table irritatingly as he looked at the girl, his eyes slowly admiring her
skin and gently flowling hair. The girl lifted her eyes for a moment and dropped
them again. "Speak up girl", the man prompted.
Anjali lifted her eyes in a bold attempt, "Sir, I am a college drop out, my
father had recently expired, and we could not bear the expense of my education.
Moreover he has a huge debt pending against him, and we need a source of income
desperately. If we are unable to pay the debts, the lenders would auction off
our property and belongings, and I have a younger brother who is still in
school, and an old mother who has been sick ever since my father expired". A
trace of tell tale tear welled up in her eyes. "How much money are you looking
for ?", Ajay enquired. He looked at her as she again levelled her eyes, "Sir, we
have to pay back almost Rs. 30,000 as a monthly instalment for 2 years, and
beyond this we also need some money to be able to eat and support the education
of my brother".
The tapping of the table stopped, and there was pin drop silence in the room.
Ajay gave a dirty look to the girl, "Do you think that you can earn that kind of
money with your education ? Even computer science engineers who are most highly
paid dont get half that amount of money". He stood up, finishing his drink, "You
may leave now Anjali. I may not be able to help you, as the money that you are
looking for is not feasible for any kind of work that we have". He gave a sneer,
"Unless of course if you become a prostitute ! Even then you will be able to get
that kind of money only for the first few months". Ajay started to collect his
papers, "Now you may go", he prompted.
Anjali felt as if she was kicked by a mule, as her oppurtunity was turned down.
The tell tale tear in her eye converted into a stream and she wept silently, her
tears staining her cheeks constantly. "Sir, please try to help me, I have been
turned down everywhere, and someone had given me your reference, I am willing to
work as category X employee, as long as my financial condition can be taken care
of".
Ajay suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Category X, where did you hear this ?", he
left the file on the table and walked around the table to stand near Anjali. "I
was told by a man whom I met in a restuarant where I was working as a waiter",
she replied fearfully. "Are you aware what Category X means ?", asked Ajay.
"No", replied the girl. Ajay lighted a cigerette, "We have some clients who have
very specific personal requirements. They look for employees to work at their
places". Ajay continued, "The work is like a bonded labour. You are not allowed
to leave their site unless the contract period is over, and the work
predominantly requires sexual services to be rendered to the employer and at
times to his friends/clients. We have never hired any girl at the salary that
you are asking for, but we can try". Anjali was speechless for a while, "Sir, I
would work as category X". She covered her face in humilation as she wept
loudly.
Ajay nodded thoughtfully, "Anjali, shut your weeping up. Come to my office on
Monday at 10 am. I would call one of the prospective client, who can pay this
kind of a package. I cannot promise you anything, but that is probably your best
bet. Now you may go", he picked up the file, and walked with Anjali to the door.
Anjali walked in a daze, as she left Ajay's office. She was feeling nervous, and
she was hopeful also. She had never been physically close to any guy, let alone
indulge in sex. She was like a trapped animal, there didnt seem any other way
out of the situation that she was in, and if she was to take care of the
financial crisis, then would have to sacrifice her emotions, feelings and may be
her virginity as well.
She waited outside the door, on Monday. As the clock struck 10, she gave a light
knock. "Come in", she recognised the familiar voice of Ajay. With trembling
hands she opened the door, and entered. The room was dark today, as all curtains
and blinds were drawn. A small bulb lent the solitary brightness to the room.
She felt the presence of someone else in the room, but she was afraid to look
around. She stood at the closed door behind her. "Anjali, please bolt the door
from inside, and take a seat", Ajay's voice was gruff as earlier. Anjali felt
like closing the whole deal and running out of the room, but she knew that this
was her only choice. She slowly bolted the room, and took the only chair that
was in the room. As her eyes got used to the dim light, she noticed the other
man, who was supposedly the "Client". The room was smelling of tobacco, and
there were two glasses containing unfinished drinks on the table.
Ajay began, "Anjali, please meet Mr. Anil", he continued, "and she is Miss
Anjali about whom I was talking to you. I have already updated you what she
needs, and I have also given her an idea of what category X work means". Anil
nodded to the girl, as he lewdly looked at her from head to toe. Anjali froze at
the prospect of working for Anil in the manner she had been told. She felt as if
his eyes were slowly stripping her naked. Anil placed a paper on the table,
"These are the agreement papers for the contract", looking at Ajay, "I feel you
should make her very clearly aware of the contract terms".
Anjali was feeling dizzy, all life had drained from her limbs, and she
helplessly sat with her knees tightly pressed together, and fingers clenched
into tiny fists in her lap. Ajay lifted the contract papers, "I am going to read
these to you. Think over it, and if you feel you can go for it, you can give a
ring to Anil, and come here tomorow with your belongings to sign the papers".
The contract read :
'This is an agreement between Mr. Anil, henceforth referred to as Master in this
doument, and Miss Anjali, henceforth referred to as slave in this document.
The slave agrees to work on a contract period of 24 months with Master. The
venue of work will be dictated by Master, and it could be anywhere on this
earth.
The slave will not be allowed to meet or contact anyone during the contract
period.
If the slave decides to abort the contract before the time is over, she is
required to pay back three times the total remaining contract period's salary in
cash.
Master owns the slave during the contract period. slave WILL have to abide by
rules defined by Master. The ownership of the Master over the slave includes her
body, and all belongings.
Master will ensure that slave is in good physical conditions when the contract
finishes. Master will not treat the slave in any manner which leaves any
permanent mark on her body or disfigures or mutilates her. In case he decides to
do so, he will have to pay 10 times the total contract period's salary to her
dependants, and then she will be considered to be owned for her life by the
Master.
The slave may be forced to do anything Master wants, and it would include sexual
activities of all kinds. These may be extended to Master's friends and clients.
In case slave resists, she may be subjected to any kind of punishment or torture
that Master deems fit.
The slave has no say during the contract period, as long as Master is not
permanently marking or disfiguring her ( without the decided payment ).
Master will pay 50,000 Rs per month as salary to slave's dependents, and slave
will be allowed to mail the salary cheque to her dependants on her own using
standard public mail system.
Signatures of slave
Signature of Master
Signature of Agent
'.
By the time the agreement has been read out, Anjali feels that she is going to
get sick. Her tears start to run involuntarily. She understands that if she
agrees to this contract, there is no way she can get out of the contract, as she
will never be able to pay the required amount of money, unless it is close to
finishing of the contract.
Ajay looks at Anjali, and taps at the table, "Anjali, I have read the agreement.
Now tell me if you can go for this or not. We are not forcing you, so you dont
need to cry. If you are not willing, you are welcome to getup and go". Anil
lights a cigerette, and blows a heavy smoke ring into the air, "girl, you need
to decide fast. It is either a yes or a no. I dont believe in negotiations".
Anjali felt as if an alien voice came from within her, "Yes, I agree", and she
wailed into her palms, trying to stifle her tears and trembling body.
Anil, stood up, "Good. I have given you a very good deal, and it will easily
take care of your financial conditions. But remember that I am a very demanding
person, and at times I would want you to be in pain and scream for me, as I may
derive some pleasure from it".
Ajay, did not make any comment, "Anil, you may interview her in private as you
desired, so that you may be able to assess her and be sure if you can pay the
amount of money you are promising", looking at Anjali, "I would leave both of
you in privacy, for 10 minutes, this will be ample time for Master to be sure of
the deal he is getting into", saying this Ajay walked out of the office, bolting
the door from outside.
Anil smiled at anjali, as he tapped the ash in an ashtray, "Wipe your tears".
Anjali quickly rubbed her sleeve on her cheeks, and looked down. "How old are
you ?", Anil looked leeringly at her, "20" she replied. "You are to address me
as Master always", demanded Anil. Anjali looked at Anil's rough hands, "Yes
Master".
She was a beautiful girl, with well proportioned body. She was a regular to gyms
until recently when her father's death had thrown her entire life into
confusion. Her hair were smooth and silky, they fell much below her shoulders.
"Stand up anjali", she heard the command. Unwillingly she stood infront of Anil.
He walked near her, and walked around her, slowly inspecting her with his eyes.
His hands touched her hip, at which she reacted sharply by moving away. "Stay
still, and let me assess you bitch ! Do you expect me to pay that kind of money
without touching you ?", he gave a tight slap across her buttocks, at which she
squealed loudly and jumped away from him, clutching at her ass cheeks. Fresh
tears ran from her eyes uncontrollably. "Look if you want to leave you may
leave", saying this Anil started to pack his bag. Anjali wept in pain and
helplessness, "I am sorry sir, please I need this job". Anil looked at her
distastefully, "you need this job eh", Anjali nodded with tear stained face.
Anil continued, "then come here". Anjaly gingerly walked towards him, "Hold my
hand" he commanded, "and give my hand a guided tour of your body". Anjali shrank
at his words, but looking at him still packing his bag, she walked up to him and
held his hand. She slowly raised his hand and placed her forehead on it, and she
wept uncontrollably. Anil stood up, and lifted her face up, he caressed her
cheeks, and slowly turned her around to face away from him. He slowly placed his
hands on her waist and slowly felt her body contours, while his hands moved
upwards on her sides, under her arms. She shuddered and squirmed, but tried not
to get away. Her breasts were slowly felt and mauled in Master's large and
powerful hands. His hands exlpored her torso and slipped between her tightly
held thighs. She didnt even realise when he came to face her and his hands
crumpled her buttocks as he felt and defied their firmness. After almost 5
minutes of intense pawing, Master stepped back looking clearly satisfied.
"Anjali, if you are willing to carry on, come tomorow with all your belongings.
I would give you your first month's allowance which you can mail to your family
from the nearest postoffice, and then we shall go to my place", saying this he
stood up. The door opened with a click and Ajay walked in. He looked at the
weeping girl, and her crumpled dress, "Anjali, you may leave now. And if you are
coming here tomorow, Master desires you to be in a skirt, which is not longer
than your knees".
Anjali was torn apart, her feelings were crushed, and she was deeply humilated.
She fought back her tears, as she walked back home. Her mind was confused, she
could still back out and not go to Ajay's office tomorow. But then where will
she get the money from. Aimlessely she reached home, and mechanically packed her
clothes. She hunted for a skirt which she was to wear. She could hardly sleep in
the night. In the morning she was at Ajay's office much before time.
She had a beautiful and sexy figure. Her buttocks were round and firm, with well
shaped thighs. She had taken special care of her skin right from her childhood,
and she had hoped that some day she will be wooed by her would be love, but it
seemed that her life will stop for 24 months. The white skirt was a little below
her knees, and she was wearing a matching top. She had a small bag with her
which contained her clothing.
She stepped into the office, and was greeted by Ajay promptly, "Ahh so you have
decided". She nodded tight lipped. She waited in his office for Anil to arrive,
who was not too late. Anil was clearly pleased when he looked at her. Her
flawless body was tantalising, his eyes kept exploring her swells of breasts and
her buttocks. Without much words, the agreement was pushed under her nose and a
pen was given to her. Anjali looked through her tearfull eyes amd scribbled her
signatures. Ajay congratulated Anil at his latest acquisition. Anil gave a
cheque of the promised amount to Anjali. The agreement was photocopied and one
copy was left with Ajay.
Anil smiled wryly at Anjali and Ajay, "Well, I guess we should leave shortly. I
demand that my slave should visit the ladies room and remove her panties and
place them in her purse and give that to me as a symbol of her submission". Anil
smiled at Anjali, as she opened her mouth in shock, "We can always cancel the
deal at this moment if you wish to". Anjali walked with her face bowed down in
submission, her eyes brimming with tears of shame, and she disappeared in the
ladies room".
Her whole life was passing like a kaliedoscope in her mind as she sat on the
passenger seat besides her 'owner'. Anil was a good driver and he handled the
powerful sports vehicle well. The landscape zoomed fast besides them, and after
a considerably long drive through isolated patches, he pulled besides a large
gate. Getting out of the vehicle, he unlocked the gate, opening it wide and
drove inside. Before carrying on he locked the gate behind himself. It appeared
like a large farm house with most of the area like a forest. There was unkept
foliage all around, even the path was littered with stones and fallen leaves. It
was absolutely quite, barring the sound of leaves and birds. The vehicle stopped
infront of a simple looking solitary house in the middle of this wild landscape.
"We are home", he announced. "Get your luggage out, and follow me", the command
was curt and to the point. Anjali drew herself out, and picked her suitcase and
gingerly followed behind her Master. She felt a cool waft of breeze between her
thighs where her important piece of garment was snatched away from her. She felt
like a toy, and she knew that she will have to pay through her nose to earn the
salary she is getting. She could already realise that no mercy would be
considered from Anil, her owner.
---- To be Continued
