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

The dance of Jiya’s naked hatred had reached a new stage inside that closed room of the bungalow. Deepak and Manoj, the two brothers, lay collapsed on the floor; their respect, their bodies, and their souls had become the dust of the feet of Jiya and her friends. The dirty, spit-soaked insole was still being rubbed against Deepak’s tongue, while Manoj wept over his helplessness. With a venomous smile, Jiya jerked her feet and sternly ordered both brothers to stand up.

"Stand up, you scoundrels!" Jiya’s voice crackled like lightning. The two brothers, broken by pain and humiliation, stood up stumbling and stood before Jiya with bowed heads and joined hands. Jiya looked at the terror spread across their faces with great satisfaction, and approaching them, she looked them straight in the eye and began to speak.

"What you have just seen is only the beginning," Jiya said in a low but terrifying voice. "From now on, you will have to be even more humiliated for the rest of your lives. Remember, being a man is a crime for you, and staying under my feet is your true place. From today, you must follow my every step and my every command without a single question, like a loyal slave dog. If I spit, it should be an energy drink for you, and if I kick you, it should be a blessing for you."

Walking around the room, Jiya made them realize that they were now in a captivity worse than any jail. "You have no option left to return from here. From today, my service is everything to you, and I am your God. You two brothers must always follow all my orders. It makes no difference to me how much pain is in your bodies or what is going on in your minds. You must give me 'better service' and keep me happy always."

Grabbing Manoj’s chin, Jiya pulled him toward her and said, "When you are giving me your service, your entire focus should only be on my satisfaction and my happiness. I want you to be alert every day, every moment, to dedicate yourself to my feet. You must always wait for that opportunity to do something for me so that I may be satisfied with your slavery."

Her dominance was now about to pour poison between the two brothers. Jiya placed a new and disgusting condition before them. "And listen, from today, a competition starts between you two brothers. You both will compete against each other to see who is becoming my 'best slave.' You must prove through your service that you can wash my feet better than the other, clean my shoes better, and endure my beatings better. For the one who lags behind in this competition, I have punishments that you haven't even dreamed of."

Manoj and Deepak now had no choice but to bow their heads. Jiya had completely broken them mentally. In trembling voices, they uttered the words before Jiya that were the seal of their slavery. They said, "Madam, we will always follow all your orders. We will always keep you happy by giving you better service. When we are giving you service, we will take full care of your satisfaction and happiness. We will be alert every day to dedicate ourselves to your feet and will always wait for that opportunity to do something for you so that you become happy with our service."

Jiya saw how the two brothers were now looking at each other with eyes of fear and competition. Manoj thought that if he didn't become a better slave, Deepak would have to endure more pain, and Deepak thought that to save Manoj, he would have to degrade himself even further. Jiya took full pleasure in their mental state. She spread both her hands and spoke like a queen, "Then get ready, because from today your identity is only 'slave.' Your every breath will move by my will, and your every action will be for my happiness. Come, now crawl back under my feet and show me who is my most loyal dog."

The two brothers immediately fell to the floor under Jiya’s feet, and in an attempt to get ahead of each other, they began pressing Jiya’s shoes against their foreheads. Jiya and her friends continued to roar with laughter at their helplessness, while those two men, burying their masculinity forever, had joined the race to become the 'best slave' at Jiya’s feet.

A poisonous intoxication had now settled in Jiya’s eyes, the kind that comes after completely crushing a weak prey. Leaning back on her sofa, she adopted a queen-like posture and, staring at the two brothers who were still collapsed on the floor near her feet, began giving her next and terrifying orders. Her tone was so harsh and humiliating that the very air in the room felt heavy.

"Listen, scoundrels," Jiya said, giving a light tap with her shoe on Manoj’s head, "From now on, you must etch this into your minds like a line on stone: you have no status before me. You are not men, but for me, you are merely a necessity, like an object for my pleasure and satisfaction. An object that I can use whenever I want, as much as I want, and however I want. If I feel like it, I will crush you with my shoes, and if I feel like it, I will make you do work that you haven't even thought of in your worst nightmares."

Jiya gave a sharp smile toward Riya and Sneha and then turned back to Deepak and Manoj and said, "Hear a new rule today. Whenever I abuse you, beat you mercilessly, humiliate your masculinity with my words, give a lowly command, or give you a punishment... both of you will immediately say 'Thank You Madam.' For every single kick and every single slap, you must remain grateful to me that I considered you worthy of the stroke of my feet. Understand?"

Manoj and Deepak bowed their heads in terror and said yes. Moving forward, Jiya said, "There should be no hesitation in you in following any of my orders. No matter how difficult that work is, how dirty it is, or how disgusting it may be. If I say you have to eat my shit or clean this filth, you will jump into it without question. You will have no will of your own; your tongue will open only for my praise and my slavery."

Now Jiya placed her darkest and most exotic condition before them. She adjusted her clothes slightly and, looking them straight in the eye, said, "From now on, your mouth and your tongue should always be ready to satisfy my pussy. When I command you, you must lick me there like a loyal dog. And listen, this is the most important thing—when you are licking my pussy, you must drink every single drop, every single bit that comes out from there. Not a single drop should be wasted."

Jiya’s voice had now become even more cruel. "If even one drop from my body falls to the ground or is wasted, I will give you such a severe punishment that you will beg for death. I will arrange that liquid coming from me in a plate, and you will have to eat it with great relish. That will be your fate; that will be your food."

She grabbed Manoj’s hair, pulled his face near her feet, and said, "Speak, you scoundrel! Are you ready to lick every single drop of mine together with your brother? Are you ready to make the dust of my feet and the filth of my body your fate?"

Crying, but in words soaked in the terror of Jiya, Manoj said, "Yes madam... we are ready. I have no status before you; I am only a necessary object for your happiness and satisfaction. You can use me as much as you want. Whenever you abuse me, hit me, humiliate me with words, or give an order, I will immediately say Thank You and remain grateful to you. I will never hesitate to follow any of your orders, no matter how disgusting they may be. My mouth and my tongue will always be ready to satisfy your pussy. I will not let a single drop from your body be wasted, I will drink it all... and if even one drop is wasted, you give me severe punishment. I will eat your liquid arranged in a plate, madam."

Jiya let out a loud roar of laughter. She saw how these two brothers, who used to take pride in their masculinity, had now become worms under her feet. Deepak also repeated the same words; his tongue, which was already peeled, was now ready to lick Jiya’s filth. Looking at her two friends, Jiya said with pride, "See? These are called real slaves. From now on, this bungalow is their hell and I am their mistress."

A sense of predatory cruelty had now possessed Jiya's eyes, the kind that comes after turning a human completely into an animal. Spreading herself out further on the sofa, she looked at the two brothers, Manoj and Deepak, who were still licking dust near her feet. Jiya cleared her throat and began to speak in a voice that would force the souls of those two brothers to tremble. Her every word was inflicting a deep wound upon Manoj and Deepak’s masculinity.

"Listen, scoundrels," Jiya said, rubbing her shoe against Manoj’s face, "What I told you just now was only the trailer. Now the real part of your slavery will begin, hearing which your masculinity will be buried forever. Remember, you are not men; you are only the dirty dustbins and cleaning equipment of my house. Therefore, now cram my next orders into your brains."

Jiya gave a venomous smile toward Riya and Sneha and then, looking into Manoj’s eyes, said, "Whenever I need to use the toilet, I will not go to the bathroom. You will stand before me with your mouth open. I will use your mouth as the toilet. I will piss into your mouth every time, and you will have to drink every single drop of my piss considering it nectar. If even one drop falls outside your lips, I will start skinning your brother. And listen, when I am finished using the toilet, I will not need any toilet paper. Your tongue will do the work of toilet paper for me. You must lick and lick me to clean me completely until I shine."

Hearing Jiya’s words, Manoj and Deepak were stunned, but Jiya had not stopped yet. Taking her dominance to a new and disgusting level, she said, "Not just piss, but when I need to defecate (latrine) and don't feel like going to the bathroom, I will do it right where I am sitting. You will sit under me with your mouth open and I will defecate into your mouth. You must eat every single piece of my defecation with great relish, as if you are eating 5-star food. After that, your duty will not end. You must put your tongue inside my ass and the hole of the ass to clean it completely. If I wish, I will drop my defecation onto your outstretched hands, and you will pick it up from there and eat it, and then clean my ass by licking it with your tongue."

Riya and Sneha began to laugh loudly upon hearing this. Jiya continued, "And don't think you are only my slaves. If any friend of mine, like Riya or Sneha, wants to use your bodies, or they also want their toilet cleaned, and I give you the order, you will do their full slavery without any question. Their spit, their piss, and their waste will also be your fate. Before my friends, your status will be nothing more than the dust of their feet."

Jiya grabbed Manoj’s hair, lifted his face up, and said, "From now on, your human existence is finished. Whenever I come home from the office or from outside, you will not walk in like a human. You will immediately get into the dog position (on all fours) and run straight to me, and as soon as you arrive, you will start licking and smelling my feet, exactly like a hungry dog behaves with its master. You will smell the dirt and sweat of my feet as if it is some expensive perfume."

She took off one of her sandals and threw it far away, then ordered Manoj, "If I order you to bring something, you will not use your hands. You will go walking on all fours like a dog and bring that thing to me in your mouth. For example, if I say 'bring my sandal,' you will grab it with your mouth, crawl to me like a dog, and place it at my feet."

Hearing these dark and exotic conditions from Jiya, Manoj and Deepak were completely broken. There was helplessness in their eyes, but on Jiya’s face was a strange obsession. She shoved Manoj and shouted, "Speak, you scoundrel! Are you ready to become my toilet? Are you ready to make my defecation your food? Are you ready to bring my shoes in your mouth like a dog?"

Crying and rubbing his head on Jiya’s feet, Manoj said, "Yes madam... I am ready. Whenever you need to use the toilet, you can use my mouth as the toilet. I will drink every single drop of your piss and my tongue will serve as toilet paper for you. When you need to defecate, you can do it in my mouth; I will eat every single piece of it and clean your ass from the inside with my tongue. I will sit with my hands outstretched and eat your defecation from my hands. If your friends also want to use me, I will do their full slavery. As soon as you come from the office, I will come in the dog position and smell and lick your feet. I will bring everything, even your sandal, in my mouth like a dog to you, madam. I am your pet dog, madam."

Deepak also repeated the same words; those two brothers had sacrificed the last sign of their masculinity at Jiya’s feet. Jiya let out a loud roar of laughter and brought her sandal near Manoj’s mouth. "Then start, dog, show me your loyalty!" Without delay, Manoj gripped Jiya’s sandal in his mouth and began walking around the room on all fours like a dog, while Jiya and her friends continued to roar with laughter at his humiliation. The hell of those two brothers had now fully begun, where they were not humans but living toilets for Jiya’s house.

Inside that closed room of Jiya’s bungalow, every wall of masculinity had now completely fallen. Jiya was intoxicated by her high position and her dark obsession, and before her, Manoj and Deepak sat like dogs on the floor, weeping over their fate. Jiya placed her shoe on Manoj’s forehead and, pressing down, began giving her next and even more disgusting orders. Her every word was coming out like a terrifying law that was going to turn these two brothers from humans to slaves and from slaves to animals.

"Listen, scoundrels," Jiya began with a venomous laugh, "From now on, every moment of your lives is dedicated to my humiliation. You can never even think of sitting at the dining table to eat food on par with me. When I am sitting grandly at the table eating food, both of you will be sitting on the floor near my feet in a dog position with your tongues sticking out. Occasionally, I will chew my food and then spit it out on the floor. Not only that, I will crush that chewed food thoroughly with my sandal. Your job will be to pounce like a dog and lick and clean that crushed food stuck to my sandal. Then you will have to lick that trash lying on the floor as well. While you are licking the floor, I will place my sandal on your head and press it onto the floor with full force, so that it becomes difficult for you to even lick that filth. And when I finish eating and get up after washing my hands in the plate, that dirty water from washing hands and all the leftovers in the plate... that will be your breakfast. You will lick it clean."

Hearing Jiya’s words, the souls of Manoj and Deepak were trembling, but Jiya’s dominance was becoming even darker. She continued, "When I wake up in the morning, you will not be a human for me, but a 'mare.' You will stand on all fours and I will sit on your back to go to the bathroom. While I am defecating, you will stand right there and smell the stench of my defecation. As soon as I finish and get up, you will immediately bow and clean my asshole with your tongue. And yes, while I am brushing my teeth, you will sit on your knees near my feet with your mouth open. I will spit all the foam from my mouth into your mouth, and you will drink it immediately as if it were nectar. You will keep your mouth open until my brushing is finished."

Riya and Sneha were clapping upon hearing this. Moving forward, Jiya said, "You are only 'Furniture' for me. When I am watching TV or reading a book, I will sit on a chair or sofa and make you my 'Foot Stool.' You will lie down spreading your back and I will rest my feet on your back. If I feel like it, I will keep making you lick my soles or my sandals for hours, and you will do this without getting tired."

Jiya had now crossed all limits in belittling them. Pointing toward Manoj, she said, "For my entertainment, I will mock your body in every way. I will make you wear women’s bras and panties, apply lipstick to your lips, and then, like a slave, I will shove a rolling pin or a plastic dildo into your ass and fuck your ass. I will give you filthy abuses and use such dirty words for you that you remember your true status every moment. Seeing this 'womanly form' of yours, I and my friends will enjoy plenty of entertainment."

Jiya gave a kick and said, "When I have been out of the house and it is time for my return, you will sit on your knees near the door waiting for me. As soon as I come inside, you will immediately start licking my sandals like a good pet dog. Then you will wash my feet and drink that dirty water from washing my feet. After that, you will press my feet until I give another order."

Stating the final and strictest rule, Jiya said, "You will sleep every day after I sleep and wake up before I wake. Throughout the night, until my eyes close, you will keep licking my soles. And when my eyes open in the morning, your face should be found licking my soles. Understand, scoundrel?"

Manoj and Deepak, completely broken, placed their heads at Jiya’s feet. They realized that their lives were now only meant to be a part of this humiliation and filth. Jiya shoved her sandal into Manoj’s mouth and began to laugh loudly. In that room of the bungalow, the sign of masculinity had vanished, and only Jiya’s dark dominance and the disgusting slavery of those two brothers remained. Jiya was proud of her victory, for she had forced the male race into a hell under her feet from which even death would not be granted to them.

Jiya’s hatred had now reached a height where calling Manoj and Deepak human seemed like a sin. In that dark room of the bungalow, Jiya pressed the tip of her high sandal against Manoj’s chest and began reciting the next rules in her poisonous voice. Her every word was tearing through the souls of these two brothers, but they had no choice but to bow their heads.

"Listen, scoundrels," Jiya said with a deep and frightening smile, "From now on, the words rest and comfort are equivalent to death for you. From today, neither of you will use a bed for sleeping. Because you are only slaves, and a slave is not allowed to use any kind of furniture. Your place will be near my bed, down on the floor. You will sleep there naked and make my discarded dirty sandals your pillow to rest your head upon. All night you will sleep in the stench of that leather, and as soon as morning comes and my eyes open, your first task will be to lick my soles. When I wake, I will spit into your open mouth, and you will drink it with great relish as your 'Good Morning Tea.' Every day your morning will start with my spit."

Jiya looked toward Riya and Sneha and let out a queen-like roar of laughter, then, filling Manoj’s eyes with terror, continued, "My thirst will not be satisfied by you alone. Whenever I want, I will call some outside boy here to the house for sex. At that time, your duty will be even more disgusting. You must first lick my pussy like a dog to get me ready for sex. And while I am taking full pleasure with that other boy, you will be lying below with your mouth open. As soon as that boy finishes his work and drops his semen on my pussy, you will immediately pounce and clean my pussy by licking it. All that man’s trash and my fluids should go into your stomach; not a single drop should fall on the floor."

Jiya’s dominance was now crossing every limit. Pointing toward Deepak, she said, "Daily before I go to the latrine, you will wash and shine the toilet seat with your own hands. You will put so much perfume there that I don't smell any stench. But remember, only stench will be in your fate. What goes inside your body will be the 'waste' that comes out of my body. My fluids, urine, defecation, spit, the thrown-out pieces of my eaten food, the dust of my sandals, the dirty waste from my nose... all is your food. Even the water in which my dirty underwear is washed, you will drink that dirty water too. Other than my leftovers, you will be granted nothing in this world."

Jiya took a long breath and pointed toward the chastity belt tied around Manoj. "I will make you lick my body, my pussy, ass, and soles so much that your cock will writhe inside that chastity belt. But remember, you will never be given permission to relax. Your cock will writhe until it starts releasing semen on its own. And listen, if by mistake your semen ever comes out on its own, I will beat you with whips and sticks until your skin comes off. After that, I will increase your torture for many weeks. I will make you lick my pussy daily, I will excite you fully, but I will not let you relax. You will writhe, you will beg, but I will leave your masculinity to suffocate inside that iron."

Pressing Manoj’s face under her feet, Jiya said, "Speak, you scoundrel! Are you ready to stay in this hell together with your brother? Are you ready to make my spit your tea and the water from my dirty underwear your syrup?"

Crying and banging his head against Jiya’s sandal, Manoj said, "Yes madam... yes mistress! I am ready."

Jiya’s venomous smile became even deeper. Leaning back slightly on her sofa, she looked at the two brothers in a queenly manner, who lay near her feet like broken toys. The very souls of Manoj and Deepak were trembling; helplessness and terror for Jiya were clearly visible in their eyes.

In a cold and harsh voice, Jiya said, "Fine, scoundrels! Hearing these dirty and helpless words of yours has given me some peace. Now you must have understood that for you, masculinity is only a crime, and my slavery is your destination." She removed her shoe from Manoj’s head and kicked his face, pushing him a little distance away.

"Listen!" Jiya barked, "I accept all these disgusting conditions and this spirit of slavery of yours. But remember, this was only the beginning. Two days from now, both of you present yourselves here for the marriage. That marriage is not a happy occasion for you, but the official document of your slavery."

Jiya gave a sharp smile toward Riya and Sneha and then turned back to the two brothers. "In these two days, bury every desire, every bit of respect, and every remaining sign of your masculinity with your own hands. When you step across this threshold next time, you will not be humans, but only my pet animals. Remember your status! If even a little bit of pride is seen in your eyes after two days, I will send you not just to jail, but to that corner of hell from where even death will not be able to find you."

Deepak and Manoj, in trembling voices, pressed the dust of Jiya’s feet to their foreheads. Crying, Manoj said, "Y-yes madam... we will remember our status. After two days, we will present ourselves to become the shoes of your feet. We will forget our masculinity forever."

Jiya let out a loud roar of laughter and signaled them toward the door. "Now get out of here! I feel nauseated seeing these dirty faces of yours. After two days, come prepared for your new life—where only my spit, my beatings, and my sandals will be your fate. Out!"

The two brothers crawled and stumbled out of the bungalow, while from behind, the roars of laughter from Jiya and her friends echoed within the bungalow walls. Jiya had declared her victory—she had forced the male race to become worms under her feet.

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