Jiya’s Dark Ultimatum: When a Wedding Becomes a Prison( part-one)

Jiya's personality was not like that of an ordinary girl. The hatred she harbored for the male race was no coincidence; it was the bitter truth of her childhood that she had witnessed every day in her home. Ever since Jiya gained consciousness, she saw only one scene—her mother’s tears and her father’s arrogance. Her father considered her mother as nothing simply because he was the breadwinner. Since childhood, Jiya saw that being a man was, for her father, a license to disrespect a woman, to humiliate her at every turn, and to inflict mental torture. Those childhood wounds turned Jiya’s innocent mind into stone. She resolved then and there that she would never bow before any man in her life; instead, she would become so independent and powerful that men would grovel before her.

Time passed, and Jiya’s hatred for men turned into a poison. She made her education her weapon. After completing graduation, she stepped into a corporate company. Her talent and passion for work were such that male employees were left behind, and Jiya soon sat in a senior position. Now, dozens of men worked under Jiya. This was the opportunity Jiya had been waiting for since childhood. She never missed a single chance to belittle men in the office. Humiliating them in front of everyone for small mistakes and showing them their "low status" became Jiya’s daily routine. Her nature became so dominant and harsh that men would tremble at the mention of her name.

Jiya’s hatred had now taken a dark turn. When the society spoke of her marriage, the conditions she laid down left people stunned. Jiya clearly stated that she didn't want a "husband" but a "slave." A man who would never utter a word before her, who would live like a worm crawling beneath her feet. She openly said she wanted a boy who would remain in her service from morning till evening and whom she could torture whenever she wished. Jiya’s conditions were extremely harsh and dark. She said her slave must wake up in the morning and make tea for her, prepare breakfast, do the sweeping and mopping of the house, wash the dishes, and even clean the toilet. Jiya’s dominance did not stop there; she wanted that man to wash her dirty shoes and socks without question. She stated clearly that she would hit him with her hands, kicks, shoes, and a belt whenever she pleased, and that man would not even utter a sigh in return. Because of these conditions, no marriage proposal stayed at Jiya’s door, as it was impossible to find a man who would sell himself for such humiliation.

Then, a diabolical idea entered Jiya’s father’s mind. A cleaner named Deepak worked in their company. Deepak was a helpless and destitute man. About four years ago, Deepak had borrowed a large sum of money from Jiya’s father for his sick father’s treatment. The debt was so high that Deepak was unable to repay it, and taking advantage of this helplessness, Jiya’s father had kept him as a cleaner. Deepak had a younger brother, Manoj. Manoj didn't do any specific work, and being orphans, the two brothers were each other's only support. Jiya’s father saw Manoj and felt that this boy could be the best sacrifice for Jiya’s dark conditions.

Jiya’s father summoned Deepak to his cabin. Deepak was trembling with fear. Jiya’s father directly threatened him that if he did not get his younger brother Manoj married to Jiya, he would file a case for non-repayment of money and send both brothers to rot in jail. Jiya’s father explained all of Jiya’s disgusting conditions in detail. He told him that Jiya hates the male race and she would keep Manoj not as a husband but as a worm of her feet whom she could crush whenever she wanted, beat with belts and shoes, and make him do all the dirty housework. Deepak was stunned hearing this. How could he push his brother into this hell where there was only humiliation and pain?

Deepak reached home crying and told Manoj the whole truth. He told him how Jiya did not consider them men and how she wanted to make Manoj her slave and oppress him. He also said that if Manoj didn't say yes, they would have to go to jail and their lives would be completely ruined. When Manoj saw that fear and helplessness in his elder brother’s eyes, his heart broke. He saw how Deepak had sacrificed his life to raise him since childhood, even forgoing his own marriage. Manoj made a decision. He thought that if becoming a slave could waive his brother’s entire debt and save him from going to jail, then he would make this sacrifice. He decided he would live the life of a slave so that his brother could find peace.

Manoj decided to accept every single dark condition of Jiya’s. He accepted that he would wake up in the morning to make tea and breakfast for her, clean the dirt of the whole house, and wash her dirty socks and shoes. He also accepted that Jiya could hit him with her kicks, shoes, and belt whenever she wanted, and he would never speak a word before her. Manoj had decided to make his existence the dust of Jiya’s feet.

Jiya’s hatred and her obsession had now reached a turn where the sign of masculinity was about to be erased. As soon as morning broke the next day, Deepak entered Jiya’s father’s cabin with heavy steps. His face was downcast, and his eyes held the regret of pushing his younger brother into this hell, but he had no choice. In a trembling voice, he told Jiya’s father that Manoj had accepted all the conditions of the marriage and was ready to become Jiya’s slave.

Hearing this, a sense of masculine pride and a craving for satisfaction appeared on Jiya’s father’s face. He was happy that his debt would be recovered and his daughter’s stubbornness would be fulfilled. He immediately went home and gave this good news to Jiya. "Daughter, I have found a worm to crawl under your feet. That boy is ready to endure your every condition, every humiliation, and every beating," he said with great pride. Jiya was a bit surprised that a man had agreed to such disgusting conditions, but her happiness far outweighed her surprise. A toxic smile spread across her face. She said to her father, "Fine, I want to meet that boy. I want to see with my own eyes whether he is truly worthy of my slavery or not. I will take such a test that I will squeeze out every drop of his masculinity."

The time for the next day was set. Manoj and Deepak, who were wearing very simple and old clothes, reached Jiya’s grand bungalow, trembling with fear. The glitter and shine of the bungalow mocked their poverty and helplessness. They went inside where Jiya’s mother and father were already seated. There was a strange, terrifying silence in the entire room. No one was talking to anyone. Manoj and Deepak sat on the sofa, but their hearts were thumping with an unknown fear. They felt as if they had entered a predator's den.

After a while, the door of the bungalow opened and Jiya entered with two of her friends. There was a strange dominance and arrogance in Jiya’s personality. Seeing her, Manoj and Deepak stood up in respect. Manoj thought that since it was a matter of marriage, he should show some courtesy. He tried to bow and say 'Namaste' to Jiya, but before his hands could join, there was a rustle in the air. Jiya landed a forceful kick with full strength directly to Manoj’s balls.

The pain was so horrific that darkness flashed before Manoj’s eyes. He collapsed right there on the floor, writhing in agony. Jiya screamed at him, "You bastard! How dare you sit on the sofa? You have come here to be my slave, not my husband to sit on the sofa. You should remember that a slave’s place is always below, near his mistresses' shoes!" Her tone was so humiliating that everyone present in the room was stunned. Manoj was writhing on the floor; seeing his condition, Deepak could not hold back. He stepped forward to pick up his brother, but Jiya didn't give him the chance.

Jiya landed a forceful kick on Deepak and pinned Deepak’s face to the floor with her shoe. She began to crush Deepak’s entire face with her shoe. "You bastards! Just because I talked about marrying you, you forgot your place? Remember, in this house, the status of the male race is like a worm crawling under my feet!" Jiya was screaming, crushing Deepak’s face under her shoe. She further said, "It's only because this is my father that he is sitting up there; otherwise, no man in this house has the courage to sit level with me. The place for trash like you will always be under these feet of mine."

Jiya was crushing Deepak’s face with her shoe with full force. Blood began to come out of Deepak’s mouth, and that blood was staining Jiya’s shining shoe, but this gave Jiya even more satisfaction. After crushing him for a while, Jiya pushed Deepak back with a forceful kick. Now both brothers lay there on the floor, helpless and injured. Jiya and her friends, like queens, sat on the sofa with pride. Both brothers sat on the floor crying, their masculinity and their respect crushed under Jiya’s shoes.

Deepak looked at Jiya’s father with helplessness, hoping he would say something. But Jiya’s father turned his gaze away. He knew that his daughter’s dominant nature would listen to no one. He felt helpless himself before his daughter's obsession. After this, Jiya signaled her parents to leave. "Now you may go; now I will take their test to see if they are even worthy of being my slaves. If they don't accept my every condition, I will show them the way straight to jail from here," Jiya said cold-bloodedly.

Hearing the name of jail, Manoj and Deepak were terrified. Groaning in pain, Manoj said in a suppressed voice, "I... I have come to be your slave. I will marry you, I will endure every humiliation. Just let my brother go. I am ready to take all your tests." Seeing this helplessness of Manoj, Jiya began to laugh loudly. Her laughter echoed throughout the bungalow.

"Oh, you bastard! Do you think I am that stupid?" Jiya said, laughing. "I am getting two slaves for my service instead of one; why would I let one go? You will become my 'Slave-Husband' and your brother will also stay in this house with us to serve me. Understand?"

Hearing this, it was as if lightning struck Manoj’s brain. He was stunned. He had thought that by throwing himself into this hell, he would give his brother a good and peaceful life. He had made the sacrifice so that Deepak could be free from debt and live with respect. But here, the game had flipped. Jiya had trapped his brother in the same chains of slavery. Manoj now realized that in the attempt to save his brother, he had pushed him into a life worse than death, where only Jiya’s shoes, her kicks, and the strike of her belt were to be their fate.

Jiya’s parents had left the bungalow, and now only a terrifying silence remained, pierced by Jiya’s toxic laughter. In the room now were only Jiya, her two extremely dominant and arrogant friends—Sonia and Riya—and their two helpless slaves, Deepak and Manoj. Jiya, sitting like a queen on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, looked at Deepak, who was still writhing on the floor.

Jiya’s gaze fell upon her expensive and shining shoe, which had been stained by the blood from Deepak’s mouth. Seeing this, Jiya’s anger hardened. She shouted, "You bastard! See, you have ruined my expensive shoe with your dirty and lowly blood! Come here, dog... and now lick them until they shine completely!" Saying this, she spat on her shoe with great hatred.

Deepak had no choice. He crawled on his knees and reached Jiya’s feet. Jiya had just come from outside, so the bottom of her shoe was filled with the mud, dust, and filth of the road. Trembling, Deepak stuck out his tongue and began to lick that mixture of blood and spit on Jiya’s shoe. The taste of dirty mud and spit was going down his throat, but Jiya, Sonia, and Riya were thoroughly enjoying this sight. The three friends were bursting into laughter at the humiliation of the two brothers.

After a while, Jiya looked at her shoe with a sideways glance. "The blood stain hasn't cleared yet? How dare you show such laziness!" In anger, Jiya ordered Deepak to lie on his back. "Stick your tongue all the way out!" As soon as Deepak, groaning in pain, stuck his tongue out fully, Jiya placed her sharp shoe heel and sole on his soft tongue with full force and began to crush it.

"You bastard, you can't even clean a little blood? You will be my slave? You will serve me?" Jiya was continuously rubbing her shoe hard on Deepak’s tongue. Deepak writhed in pain; as soon as he tried to pull his tongue in, Jiya landed a forceful kick to his mouth, causing his tongue to come out again. Jiya again began to rub her tongue under her shoe with full force, as if she were crushing a worm.

Manoj, sitting there, was crying seeing this painful condition of his brother. Jiya looked at Manoj and said, "Crying there won't do anything, dog! Come here, fall at my feet and beg that I give your brother’s tongue some relief." Manoj crawled to Jiya’s feet and, grabbing the shoe of her other foot, placed his head upon it. "Please madam... leave my brother. I will lick and clean the blood from your shoe completely, please leave him!"

Jiya kicked him and said, "No, I didn't enjoy that! Beg properly!" She intensified the rubbing on Deepak’s tongue. Manoj helplessly stuck out his tongue and began to lick the shoe of Jiya’s other foot like a madman. "Have mercy madam, his tongue is completely peeled... I beg of you!" Manoj was rubbing his tongue on every corner of Jiya’s shoe. Jiya then grabbed Manoj’s jaw tightly and shoved her entire foot, shoe and all, inside his mouth.

Sonia began to laugh seeing this and said, "Wow Jiya! What a scene, both brothers are cleaning your shoes so well. Today these bastards are learning their real status and how their future lives are going to be spent."

Jiya removed her foot from Manoj’s mouth but did not reduce the pressure on Deepak’s tongue. She said to Manoj, "You want me to have mercy on your brother? Then listen, just as you begged before me, now fall and beg before these two friends of mine as well. Otherwise, today your brother’s tongue will be of no use." Saying this much, she landed another forceful strike on Deepak’s tongue.

Manoj went to Sonia, crying, and said with joined hands, "Madam please... I beg before you, tell Jiya madam to have mercy on my brother’s tongue." Sonia, showing her high heels, said, "You bastard, is this how one begs? Beg properly!" Manoj sat down and grabbed Sonia’s feet. Sonia spat a large amount of phlegm right there on the floor and rubbed her sandal thoroughly into it.

"Listen dog! Now lick this spit and after every lick, you have to bark and say—'I am Madam Sonia’s pet dog'. Go on, start!" Manoj helplessly rubbed his tongue on Sonia’s heels and licked up all that spit. Crying, he said, "I am Madam Sonia’s pet slave dog... bow bow!" The three friends burst into laughter. Manoj then licked her other sandal and said, "I am a worm crawling under the feet of you three... bow bow!"

Now Riya stepped forward and said, "Now come here dog, show your loyalty before me too!" Manoj crawled to Riya. Riya was wearing sports shoes. Manoj placed his head on her shoes. Jiya then screamed, "Hurry up bastard, your brother’s tongue is giving up now!" Manoj saw that blood was continuously flowing from Deepak’s tongue and it was completely shredded. Manoj immediately started to lick Riya’s shoes. "Please madam, you can make me a slave for life if you want, but spare my brother."

Riya said smiling, "Yes, Jiya really has been oppressing your brother for a long time. Let's give him some relief. Do one thing, take off these shoes of mine." Manoj, with trembling hands, removed Riya’s sweat-soaked shoes. As soon as the shoes came off, a sharp stench arose, but Manoj was helpless. Riya said, "Now put your mouth inside this shoe and pull out the insole that is visible with your mouth, hurry!"

Manoj looked inside; that black insole was completely filled with sweat, and the black marks of Riya’s heel and toes were clearly visible on it. Manoj put his tongue inside; the taste was extremely foul and bitter. With great difficulty, he pulled that dirty insole out with his mouth. Riya spat on that dirty insole and said, "Now go and beg for spit from the other two as well, and rub this insole on your brother’s tongue; perhaps he will find relief."

Manoj went to Sonia, grovelling, "Madam please spit on this." Sonia, laughing, spat a lot of spit on that insole. Finally, he went to Jiya. "Madam please... give your spit so I can give relief to my brother." Jiya spat on that insole and removed her foot from Deepak’s mouth.

"Now listen bastard! You will rub this spit and sweat-filled insole on your brother’s tongue with your own hands, and you will rub it until this spit is cleared!" Jiya commanded. Manoj picked up that dirty insole with trembling hands. Deepak’s tongue was completely worn and red. Manoj began to rub that insole on Deepak’s tongue. Now the spit of the three mistresses and Riya’s sweat-filled insole were being rubbed on Deepak’s tongue. Deepak was forced to feel that dirty taste even if he didn't want to, while Jiya, Sonia, and Riya sat comfortably enjoying their condition.

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