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“How many hours left?” Priya asked Rahul, who was lying down on the train’s opposite bunker with Srinath rubbing his feet.
“We’ve got around seven hours before we reach Goa.” Rahul said, checking his watch.
“Look at our slaves.” Priya said. “They’re both obviously struggling to exchange jobs with each other.” She caught Sharada by her ear. “This girl wants to massage your legs and kiss your ass.”
Sharada hissed and cried from the pain. Priya pulled her ears some more. “Say it. Tell him what you want.”
“I want to be Rahul’s slave.”
“And?” Priya twisted her ear.
“I want to kiss his ass.” Sharada said.
“See how desperate she is?” Priya said, letting go of her ear. “How about Srinath?”
The ex-boyfriend joined his hands and retreated from Rahul. “I do. I want to kiss Priya’s ass and serve her in every possible way.”
“So, you see? Sharada has the job Srinath wants and vice versa.” Priya said. “I suppose if they did get their dream jobs they would become better slaves for us.”
“Are you suggesting that we just give them their dream jobs?” Rahul asked.
“No, they’re slaves. We don’t just give them what they want.” Priya smiled. “But we will give them a shot at earning it. We’ve got seven hours anyway. How about that, slaves? Are you up for the challenge?”
“What would we have to do, Priya?” Srinath asked.
“I’ll show you.” Priya sat up, knelt on the rubbery bunker and turned around. “I want you,” she pointed to Sharada, “to spend the next seven hours under this,” she took off her shorts and pointed to the bottom of her ass. “And Srinath has to spend the next seven hours under Rahul’s buttocks.”
“Seven hours?” Sharada asked. “That’s too much, Priya. We’ll suffocate and die by then.”
“Oh, come on!” Priya laughed. “It’ll be fun.”
“It’s always something like this.” Srinath said. “Some impossible task that nobody can do. This guy will suffocate and kill me in less than a minute if I go under his ass, and he’s eager to do that. You could just say that I’ll never ever get to work for you in my life.”
“Nothing’s going to happen!” Priya said. “It’s not an airtight situation, I’ve had slaves kissing my ass for twenty minutes at a time. It probably wouldn’t even be that difficult. It’s night, so we’re going to play one cards game and then we’ll sleep off. You may not even need to kiss us the whole time, you’d just have to make sure we don’t catch you dawdling. That’s all.”
The slaves glanced at each other, but remained quiet. “Come on, one last bit of humiliation and it’ll all be worth it.” Priya grabbed the top of her panties and shook it around, displaying her majestic back side to Srinath. “Tomorrow morning, your lips could be here,” she said, pointing to the wrinkle at the bottom of her black panties. “Imagine that.”
As if in a hypnotic trance, Srinath lied down and kept his face next to Rahul’s shorts. “I’m ready,” he said.
Rahul moved inside the bunker and took off his shorts, handing them over to his slave. Srinath folded the shorts and placed them on his neck. Rahul used the support of his hands to hoist himself upwards and moved his butt till it was directly above Srinath’s face. “Kiss it,” he taunted the slave. Srinath grabbed his butt cheeks and moved his head upwards, placing his nose directly under the crack of his blue cotton underpants. He then closed kissed the soft, fleshy center of his master’s ass, thinking only of the end result it would lead to- just a few agonizing hours of tolerating this abomination and his dreams would come true.
Priya and Sharada stared away as the men settled, with Rahul getting comfortable on his human stool. “Are you ready for me to sit on your face?” Priya asked her slave. The girl swallowed in apprehension. “You know what? Srinath’s efforts don’t count until you’re right under my ass.”
“Alright!” The bald girl nodded and bowed down, bringing her face near Priya’s seat. She lied down, facing upwards.
“That’s like a good girl.” Priya knelt over her body and dropped herself heavily on the girl’s face, making her sniff every nook and corner of her buttocks as she wiped off her sweat on her face.
The couple exchanged a smile. “Wow. They do seem determined to exchange jobs with each other.”
“Yeah,” Rahul said, twisting his ass on the slave’s face. “Let’s play cards.”
Priya reached for the bag placed in the middle bunker, opened up the side zip and pulled out a pack of cards. She shuffled them and split the deck, giving herself and her boyfriends thirteen cards each. The couple kept glancing down at their slaves, tempted to do more mischief with them, to make them lose the bet. Minutes into the game of rummy, the couple began to yawn. Priya’s eyes suddenly glinted, she had a big grin on her face.
“Hey, Sharada, you know what?” Priya got up, getting up and taking her butt a couple inches away from her slave and smiling down to her. “I have to pee.”
“So you’re going to use the toilet and come back?” Sharada asked, catching some breath.
“That would mean you wouldn’t be under my face and that means you lose the challenge.” Priya laughed.
“What are you suggesting, Priya?” Sharada closed her eyes; she knew what the answer would be.
“If you have to keep kissing me, you’ll have to take a drink.” Priya said. Rahul burst out laughing at the girl, pointing at her and bouncing slightly on his own slave’s face. “Do you want to keep your dream alive, or do you cave?”
“Please, Priya.” Sharada squeezed the mistress’s ass cheeks in a gentle massage. “Don’t make me drink your pee.”
“I want a definite answer, now.” Priya smiled. “Yes or no. Come on, you’ve heard of people drinking pee haven’t you?”
“Not normal people.”
“So you give up?” Priya began to take herself off the slave’s face.
“No, no. Wait.” Sharada said. “I guess I’ll do it.” She opened her mouth wide.
Priya took down her panties and landed on the slave girl’s face. “Get ready, slave. Here it comes!” She let out a stream of warm golden fluid out her butt and made the girl absorb every drop of it directly into her mouth. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” The choking girl coughed and closed her eyes in reply.
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