4 comments/ 29912 views/ 8 favorites Rajani's Black Hole By: hairysurfer It was a family business and Rajani had been working there ever since gaining her doctorate at Cambridge some six years ago. SHORTS was an accounting firm of some standing in the city. Founded just before the war it been handed down through three generations to her own father who had worked himself to an early grave some two years past. Rajani, being the most qualified accountant in the business, and her father's only real confident, had expected to take over the Senior Partner role by natural succession - as was his wish - but it was not too be. Guided by the devious hand of her jealous step-mother Jenny, her two half-brothers Mark and David had contrived to usurp her position by bringing in a complete outsider to manage the business. Undeterred, Rajani continued to work ten hour days, and frequently gave up her Saturdays, to make a good impression on the new Senior Partner. And it seemed to be working, so much so it was now rumoured that Jonathan Sparks had a thing for Rajani. As of two weeks ago, she was now acting as his full time PA and issuing out instructions on his behalf at every level in the firm. To the other partners, it appeared she was becoming way too powerful, way too quickly and it was going to her head. And it wasn't just her closest family that were getting put out by this, Jenny had heard whispers amongst most of the junior staff that Rajani was just getting too big for her boots. She was not a popular woman. This liaison with Jonathan was a totally unexpected turn of events and something which Jenny had never expected. Jonathan was very much the boring accountant type - a balding, bespectacled, slightly overweight, forty year old white guy from London. How on earth could she be attracted to him! By contrast, Rajani was a very beautiful young woman. She had a full head of long black hair - usually tied back in a ponytail - and was a perfect 12 dress size with pert, almost pointed breasts and a nicely rounded bottom. She was an olive skinned beauty of Indian decent and had just reached her thirtieth birthday. Her only similarity with Jonathan was their physical height - about five foot six - and a shared interest in theatre. Rajani sat in the office immediately adjacent to Jonathan. The two other partners, Mark and David, shared an office on the opposite side. Although Jenny was family, she had no real standing in the company and was just a part time book keeper. Her place was in the main open plan office which was staffed almost exclusively by middle aged men, apart that is from Rajani's aunt Neela and her two sisters Lin and Stella. They were as thick as thieves and were similarly jealous of Rajani's new found authority. They despised her patronising attitude towards all her less educated co-workers. Something had to be done. Most of the men, meanwhile, bored to death with domesticity and their overweight wives, spent a good deal of time discussing Rajani's other attributes. They were far less interested in what manner of education she had received and altogether way more interested in the size and shape of her breasts and what manner of sex they might have with her - if only they had the opportunity to bend her over a desk and get her pants off. Cousin Roo in particular was obsessed with Rajani. He frequently followed her around the office, just a few paces behind, hoping perhaps to catch a whiff of her female scent. Or better still, a full on view of her beautifully formed bottom, or possibly a quick glance down her cleavage whenever she bent over to refill the copier. One thing was for sure, and all his mates knew about it, he had strange fetish for liking women with hairy underarms. He took any opportunity he good, especially in the summer when many of the women were wearing short sleeved blouses, to catch a glimpse of their armpits. And Rajani did not shave - neither the wispy fluff that trailed down the sides of her ears, nor the long wavy tufts of wiry black hair that grew out under her arms. Heaven only knew what she was like elsewhere on her body. Roo spent a good deal of time fighting an embarrassing erection whenever he saw Rajani glide by his desk. This particular Monday morning, Jonathan was away on business and Rajani had asked Jenny to prepare some paperwork for an important client meeting later that morning. "Sorry, I'm too busy. Can you find someone else to help instead?" "I don't have time, I need this in a hurry." "Well I have all this other stuff to do for David..." "This is more important." "Well I'm due my break in a minute. You'll just have to find someone else, or do it yourself," Jenny had retorted. "No time for a break. Please just do as I ask," replied Rajani in a raised tone of voice as she walked away towards the bathroom. From her vantage point close by the ladies bathroom, Jenny could observe the comings and goings of all the staff - not least her step daughter who seemed to spend more than an average amount of time attending to her personal needs. What on earth does she do in there all the time? It was a question that Jenny had asked herself on many occasion. Now, furious at the impudence of her step daughter, she jumped up and followed Rajani into the 'Ladies' toilets. "I won't have you talking to me like that in front of the whole office Rajani." Rajani was just entering one of the stalls: "Well that's just too bad because I'm a partner in this firm and when we're both at work, we each have to follow our assigned duties. Yours is to do what I ask of you." "Oh really..." and an argument followed whereby both women could eventually be heard shouting at each other from the main office and beyond. David and Mark looked across their desks at each other and immediately headed out towards the bathroom. "I knew this was going to kick off sooner or later," said David. The two men knocked on the 'Ladies' door and without waiting for any response, barged straight in. "What's going on?" they said in perfect unison as they took in the spectacle. Rajani was trying to close the door to her stall and Jenny was pushing against her, all the time yelling about how she was being humiliated and bossed about by Rajani in front of her family and friends. "I am your mother! You will not treat me like this!" Rajani, in a final effort to close the door, threw her whole bodyweight against it causing Jenny to fall backwards onto the wash basin and crack her head on the vanity mirror behind. "Do something!" Jenny ordered the brothers, gesticulating at Rajani. Acting like two bouncers at a night club, the brothers obediently strode forward into the stall and dragged Rajani out by the arms. "Let me go!" shouted Rajani. "You've gone too far this time young lady.mJust who do you think you are? Its time you had a lesson in good manners!" said Jenny, facing up to her step daughter as if Rajani were just a mere schoolgirl and she was now the headmistress. "What are you doing, let go of me. Get back to work!" "I want to make you feel like I do; strip you of all your dignity just as you do me - every day in this place. You think you're too good for us." By now a small crowd was gathering outside the toilets and Rajani's aunty was peering in through the half open doorway with Lin and Stella looking over her shoulder. "About time too," agreed Neela. "I say strip her for real!" "What!" shouted Rajani David and Mark exchanged awkward glances with their mother. "Bring the bitch out into the office," ordered Jenny, "then we'll see what's to be done with her." The men dragged Rajani out of the bathroom and held her against the end of Jenny's desk, her feet kicking out as she fought to escape, all the time screaming to be let go. By now practically the whole office was crowded around, at first in silence. Then, as the first shock and surprise over what was happening started to subside, several of the men began chanting something under their breaths and the momentum gathered. "Stop it, let me go, let me go," Rajani was now thrashing about wildly, desperate to escape and screaming at the top of her voice. As David looked at around at his now excited audience, he took a painful blow to his knee from the sharp heel of Rajani's shoe. Instinctively, he called out instructions to two of the nearest office boys: "Grab her by the ankles guys and hold her tight before she really hurts someone." While David and Mark held her by the arms, the two office boys dropped to the floor and tried to restrain her legs and ankles - Rajani fighting them the whole time, yelling, kicking and trying to stamp her feet on their hands. Just as things seemed to be getting out of hand, Jenny stepped forward and waved her hands for silence; then addressed the office: "So here she is, your new Senior Partner - in her own mind at least! I think we've all just about had enough of her bossing everyone about and sucking up to Jonathan haven't we? I know I have, and so have all her partners. Time to teach her some humility I say. What she we do with her?" "Shame her, strip her naked!" cried Neela again, "that'll pull her down a peg or two." Jenny looked straight at her sister for a moment then back at Rajani, lost for moment in serious thought. She then said calmly: "Who WOULD like to see my step daughter completely stripped naked?" The whole room went quiet for a moment, stunned that apparently the idea was actually being considered seriously. After a few seconds of mumbling and exchange of inquisitive glances between various colleagues, the spell was finally broken Roo who put his hand up and said gingerly: "I do Jenny." "You do what Roo? Tell me what it is you want." His face went bright red as he looked back at her as if realising this might all be cruel joke, at his expense. He knew he wasn't popular with the other members of the family and he might just have lost his job. "Go on Roo, tell me what to do." Well probably nothing to lose now he thought; he had already overstepped the mark and declared himself. "Yes, I say strip her completely naked just like Neela said. Shame her!" He looked around at his colleagues to see what support he might muster up. Starting one by one and then building to a chorus as they realised there was safety in numbers, all Rajani's co-workers found their voice and started chanting: "shame her, strip her, shame her..." Jenny put her hand up again. "She's a very clever and beautiful young women." "Yes she is," cried someone from the crowd, "so let's see what she's got!" As the sordid debate about her future raged excitedly amongst her colleagues and family, Rajani was gradually subdued into silence. She was now being held tightly by the four men, her wrists pushed behind her back, ankles spread apart slightly and David had somehow managed to clamp his hand firmly over her mouth. "OK Roo, I believe the honour passes to you. Come forward young man. You may strip her naked at your pleasure," invited Jenny. "Anyone who would like a really close look may come up to the front if they wish." As the front row of crowd started to reorganise itself, Roo pushed his way through and stood obediently in front of Rajani - eyes down as if trying to hide from her. Meanwhile Jenny and Neela dragged out a chair each and sat down either side of Roo. "Come back here," shouted Jenny as she spotted several people trying to leave surreptitiously through a side door. They were Rajani's very few, but closest friends. "No one leaves. In fact you can all come up her and join us at the front. Pull up some chairs." To her abject horror, Rajani's friends - consisting mainly of genuine male admirers who she worked very closely with and who had a deep respect for her achievements in the firm along with two former college girlfriends - reluctantly seated themselves in a rough semi-circle adjacent to Jenny and Neela. As they took their places, Rajani renewed her efforts to escape the grip of her brothers and shook her head furiously. "Well now Roo, what are you waiting for. Everyone's waiting." "You really mean it?" "Yes, you can start whenever and wherever you want." "Get her tits out," called someone at the back. "Yes, good idea. Open up her blouse, Roo, and show everyone what Rajani's amazing pert breasts look like," said another in confirmation of the suggestion. David and Mark tightened their grip on Rajani's arms and in so doing caused her heaving chest to thrust forward just as Roo leaned in. With his stomach turning summersaults at the thought of what he was about to do, he fumbled clumsily with the first few buttons that secured her crisply tailored blouse across her breasts. In his haste, and not helped by her continual wriggling, the final three the buttons tore out from the fabric and her lovely white blouse fell away to reveal the twin mounds of her bra. "Wow!" he gasped. "Get 'em out for us Roo," shouted one of his cousins. The bra was something of an obstacle. There was simply no way he was going to be able to reach the clasp at the back. Seeing his dilemma, Jenny suggested helpfully that he should just pull it straight down. Rajani shook her head violently and tried to turn away, but it was no use. Reaching up to her cleavage, Roo deftly hooked his fingers into each of the two cups and pulled downwards as gently as he could. Her skin was soft and warm to his touch and he felt a small stirring in his trousers. At first there was too much resistance and then, after applying ever more pressure, Rajani's perfectly formed breasts popped out over the top of her bra and stood out horizontally - her large, conical shaped areolas pointing right in his face! They were the colour and sheen of polished mahogany, each tipped at the end with a very dark, similarly conical nipple. The only blemish was a curious pink groove, like a small mutilation, across the centre of each teat. He drank in the view. Her areolas were well defined, with a slight bleeding of colour at the edges which, on closer inspection he could see sported the tiniest of pimples. Looking closer still, and too his utter delight, Roo could see that in fact these pimples were the origin of a swirl of light, wispy hairs that encircled her nipples. Overall, taking in the complete spectacle, it was clear that Rajani's perfectly formed handfuls needed no artificial support whatsoever. They protruded from her chest like two firm brown jellies. The whole room gasped in appreciation as Roo stood aside to present Rajani's beautiful brown breasts to his audience. "What about these eh?" he announced. "Just look at the shape of her tits. Just like Madonna's famous bra, except dirty brown instead of shiny gold." Oh my God!" said one of the accountants in the front row as peered closely at Rajani's chest, "they're just amazing - like two little volcanoes about to spurt out!" "...and such big areolas!" "Uh, she's got hairy nipples!" exclaimed someone else "That's just so gross," said Lin. "I would be so embarrassed to have hairs round them like that. I can't believe you don't wax them off Rajani." Rajani hung her head in shame and embarrassment. The fight had gone out of her. "You can take your hand away from her mouth now David," said Jenny, "let's hear what she's got to say for herself now." David did as instructed and Rajani let out a mournful cry. It was the most humiliating moment of her entire life. "Pull down her pants down Roo." "Yes, get her knickers off Roo. Let's finally get to see Rajani's Vagina, ha ha!" said one of cousins laughing at his own little word play. Rajani squealed and burst into tears. "Let go of me! How can you think of doing these horrible degrading things?" she sobbed. "What kind of people are you!" "The sort of people that want to teach you a lesson you'll never be able to forget Rajani!" replied her Aunt Neela. "Back home in my village, we would publically shame girls like you in front of the whole workforce; let the men do whatever they wanted and you would never think about getting out of line again." "I understand," said Rajani with as much humility as she could muster, "I have learnt this lesson and I want to go home - right now. I shall never come back again. I promise you all" "It's not that easy, I'm afraid. I'm not really sure we believe you. You need to tell us with passion and that will only come from experiencing a total feeling of shame." "I do, I do." "I don't think so. But I think that you really might if you have to stand before us totally bare naked and apologise," added Jenny. "We can do it for you - have the boys here strip you off as you carry on screaming and struggling - or we can be entirely more civilised and you can do it voluntarily," offered Neela. "What! Deliberately take my clothes off before this disgusting rabble?" said Rajani incredulously. "Yes, exactIy. I promise that if you do it through your own choice, then no-one will touch you." Rajani looked around at her so called friends and colleagues to gauge if there was any sympathy for her predicament, but she could find little solace. Looking back at her aunt and stepmother she said calmly: "And if I do it, do you promise to let me go and that be an end of it?" "Only on two conditions," replied Jenny, "one - that you never breathe a word of this to Jonathan; and two - that you resign for the firm forthwith. You can tell him that its stress or something." "There is a third condition," announced Neela ominously. "It's not just a question of quickly taking off your clothes and running away. You have to let any of the men look at any part of you they ask. Show them WHATEVER they want to see; stand before us in WHATEVER position they tell you and stay like that for as long as they say. I will make sure no-one touches you." "No, no! You can't possibly expect that!" "Yes we do." "And what if I refuse and go tell Jonathan anyway - and the police come to that!" "Then we will see that certain, highly undignified photos of you find their way onto your Facebook page," replied Jenny, holding up her camera phone and taking a snapshot of her fully exposed breasts. "We will strip you anyway and take pictures." Rajani hung her head. "Release her Mark, David. I think she's calm enough now." As the two men let her go and stood aside, Rajana immediately gathered up the flapping sides of her blouse and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Well, Rajani," asked Jenny, "What's it to be?" She looked up her stepmother, then her Aunt and then a backwards glance at her stepbrothers before turning to the office simply saying: "Yes." "Yes what Rajani?" asked Neela. "Yes to whatever it is I have to do to make all this go away." She spoke in as calm and dignified manner as she could manage, trying for all she was worth to restore some authority back into her voice. "Tell her then Roo," instructed Jenny. "Tell Rajani exactly what you would like her to do." Roo looked around at his colleagues for the second time, a questioning look on his face as if searching for some mass confirmation of his own pornographic fantasies about Rajani, and then said: "Well, err, we would like you to take off your blouse and skirt..." his voice cracked and dried and he swallowed to lubricate his throat, "so we can see your err... "Don't mince your words Roo, tell her straight in plain language." "Sorry. Yes. I mean we want to see your big brown tits again Rajani and then we want you to pull down your tights and panties..." he cleared his voice again, "and show everyone what your pussy looks like!" he finished triumphantly. "Roo reckons you're right hairy down there," came an anonymous shout from the crowd. "Yea, show us your nasty Indian snatch, Raj!" said another. "Does it taste spicy from all those curries you eat at lunch. I bet it's nice and hot down there!" Rajani's Black Hole The audience laughed. Jenny waved her hands for quiet, then turned back to Rajani. "Well girl, time to show them your wares. Take off your skirt and underwear like Roo said and show these silly, immature boys what a grown-up, Indian woman's vagina really looks like." "Get your tits again out again first though," requested one of her cousins on the front row. "Those massive brown circles and pointed nips are awesome!" Rajani stared up at the ceiling for a moment to try and stifle her tears and then stood forward off the desk. With her head still raised, she calmly slipped off her blouse and dropped her arms down by her sides as if standing to attention in front of the prefects at a school assembly. Her amazingly conical breasts stood out horizontally from her chest like two firm brown jellies dipped in dark chocolate. To describe them as 'pert' would be an understatement, they actually pointing straight out like they were about to spurt something. "Just look at the shape of those udders!" came a voice form the back. But Roo was more fascinated with the little spray of black hairs that he could now see peeking out from under her arms. "Can you lift your arms over your head for me," asked Roo - now getting very smug with his new found authority over the proceedings. "What?" said Rajani. "I want to see in your armpits." Rajani looked across at Jenny inquisitively. "Whatever he asks, my dear; show him absolutely anything he wants." "You sick pervert," muttered Rajani under her breath as she slowly lifted up her arms and clasped her hands together over her head. Roo immediately stepped in closer to admire the thick tufts of glistening, wiry black hair that nestled in each of her dark pits. He realised he was now close enough to be able to smell her and he sniffed in deeply to draw in her scent. There was only a hint left of her early morning application of deodorant - it was now almost completely overpowered by the strong musky odour of her sweaty underarms. He sniffed again just to be sure; and, yes, her sweat did actually smell a little like spicy curry! Whilst Roo was enjoying her hairy armpits, most of his male colleagues were focussed on her impressive breasts. For those nearer the front, especially, it was now possible to study the random array of wavy black hairs sprouting out from the perimeter of each of her areolas. There was a loud gasp of amazement from one of the young work-experience students, fresh from sixth form, who had pushed his way through to the very front for a closer look. He had never seen anything like it, and as he stared at her naked breasts she followed his gaze down towards the object of his interest. To her acute embarrassment, her nipple hairs were actually fluttering in the cool draft from the fan in the ceiling above. Powerless to stop them, her nipples were also responding to the cold air in a predictable manner. As all the men peered forward to enjoy the spectacle, they spontaneously thickened and hardened and grew out in length for their viewing pleasure. Seconds later, Rajani's teats resembled thick, cylindrical pencil erasers nearly half an inch long and with a slight groove across the end. Although dark brown and not red, the texture of the milk ducts which formed the blunt, flat face of each nipple was like the skin of a ripe raspberry. "What amazingly long nipples you have Rajani," said her cousin Brian. "Plenty to get your teeth round!" "Jiggle them about a bit," suggested Mark. "Jump up and down so we can see how they wobble." But Rajani stood frozen to the spot, arms still held high above her head. "Shake your breasts for us," ordered Jenny. In almost robotic fashion, Rajani lifted herself up on her tip-toes and then let her arches collapse so that her feet snapped back to the floor and her breasts wobbled as they absorbed the shock. "And again," said Neela. "Do it ten times so that they just keep wobbling about." Now crying with shame, Rajani obediently shook her perfect brown breasts up and down in front of her appreciative audience and they clapped and whooped as her thick, pencil-rubber shaped nipples erased imagined shapes in the air. They were so taught and fit to burst that Roo imagined them spraying twin jets of warm white fluid as they danced about right in front of his face. By now, Mark and David had joined the rest of the family seated in the front row, leaving Rajani stood out on her own like a naughty schoolgirl performing some kind of bizarre exercises in front of the class. Neela looked across to find them both staring unashamedly at their half-sister's jiggling, naked breasts. Just like the others, they seemed entirely unsympathetic to poor Rajani's predicament. It was hard indeed to imagine a more degrading and humiliating punishment for such a beautiful and proud woman than forcing her to display her private parts in front her whole family, best friends and work colleagues. "Thank you Ranjani," said Jenny, "Now if you would be so good, we would like you to take off your skirt and then pull down your tights and panties and show everyone your vagina." "Please no Jenny! You've all had your fun with me. Please just let me go and I'll be no more trouble to any of you I promise. I'll keep quite just like you said." "It's a little too late for that I'm afraid." "Please..." her voice faltered and she started to cry again, "please, please, I beg you! Please don't make me do this..." "Just take off your skirt for us, there's a good girl," answered Neela. Rajani looked down at the high buttoned waistband of her expensively tailored skirt and started to fiddle with the buttons. "Come on," said Jenny, "we haven't got all day. Undo those buttons right now or I'll ask someone else to do it" "OK, OK," said Rajani, unpopping the four buttons in quick succession." "Now the zip," instructed Neela. Rajani drew down the zip as she was told and opened up the front of her skirt to reveal the deep cleft of her brown tummy button and the top of her tights. To Roo's delight, he saw a treasure trail of short curly hairs which started out as a feign swirl of fluff above her navel and then developed into a more defined line of wispy, thin black pubes as they tracked down towards the elastic of her tights and panties. Just here, the hairs started to fan out right across her entire lower stomach as they disappeared into her underwear. "Now pull it down." As the whole room watched in anticipation, Rajani wiggled her hips and gently eased down her tight fitting skirt over her beautiful, pear shaped bottom and let it fall to the floor. She now stood before them in nothing more than her shoes and light brown tights which did little to conceal the prominent bulge of her pubic mound and the outline of her pretty white panties beneath. Roo was in no doubt that the size of her mound was in no small part due to the amount of thick, black pubic hair that he hoped to find growing around Rajani's cunt. Everyone was now staring at her crotch. It was Jenny who broke the spell. "Roo, I think the honour falls to you again. If you wouldn't mind, perhaps you could pull down her pants for us." Turning to Rajani she said: "Just stand very still girl with your legs together while Roo strips you off." Following his instructions to the letter, Roo knelt down in front of his beautiful Indian boss and tentatively reached up towards her hips with both hands. He then looked round at his audience and said: "OK, here we go everyone. We finally get to see her pussy after all these years of wondering." Hooking all of his fingers at once into the sides of her tights and panties, he bunched up the waistband of both garments and slowly drew them down. The thin spray of random pubic hairs across her tummy soon became a wide triangle of impenetrable jungle. It confirmed what he had always suspected, Rajani did indeed have a massive black, hairy bush. What he had never anticipated though, and was ill-prepared for, was the ripe smell between her legs. It was a heady, pungent mixture of stale piss and yes, fishy curry. As the first wave of spicy ammonia hit his nose, he recoiled instinctively and fell backwards on his hands. "My God! What a stink!" he exclaimed. Rajani looked horrified and pulled her hands up to hide her face. She tried to turn away but Mark stepped forward and gently turned her back round. She now stood naked before the entire office with her pants and tights bundled up around her ankles. Her thighs were almost touching together at the top save for a thin blue string which hung down in the tiny divide immediately below her vagina. She was wearing a tampon! More degrading still, was the manner of her exposure. For as her underwear was being dragged down over her hairy crotch and thighs, it had turned inside out and continued its journey downwards in the most undignified fashion imaginable. There, displayed for all see, was the disgusting contents of her heavily soiled panty gusset. Right at the point where the fabric gathered up in folds to pass through the thin gap in her thighs, was a nasty looking streak of congealed pussy mucus. It was the colour and consistency of pale, gloopy custard, with a number of long, wavy black hairs embedded in the mess. As the damp, discoloured gusset had extracted itself from her smelly, hairy genitals, the thin wet blue string of her tampon had uncoiled itself from the pool of discharge and was left hanging embarrassingly between her legs. Further back, was the tell-tale chocolate brown smudge - about the size of a small leaf - which indicated where the gusset had been firmly wedged up in the crack of her ass. They could now plainly see the exact colour of Rajani's shit and from the shape and texture of the stain, it was clear that her asshole was dirty. "She spends so much time in the bathroom, you would think she could wipe herself properly wouldn't you?" said Neela to Jenny. "I think we might do her the favour of cleaning her up after the show's finished," replied Jenny. "You need to get some air up there Rajani and dry out a bit! Sit back on the desk and let Roo pull off those horrid looking pants. David, Mark, please go help her." Her half-brothers took her firmly by the arms again and hefted her up onto the edge of the desk. As her feet left the ground, Roo, who was still sitting back on the floor, leaned forwards and pulled off her shoes. "Anyone here got a foot fetish?" he laughed, sniffing inside one of Rajani's shoes. "Phew!" "Pass them back here!" replied one his friends in the third row, "let me smell them." Next, trying to avoid going anywhere near her disgusting panties, Roo grabbed the wrinkled up toes of her tights and walked backwards into the audience. Seeing what he was doing, Jenny and Neela ran out to hold Rajani's legs horizontal as the sheer fabric unrolled off her feet. As the seat of her tights came fee, her damp, soiled knickers dropped out onto the lino floor with a slight 'splat'. "Anyone want these festering things?" said Roo in a disgusted tone of voice. "Can I have them?" asked Brian. "Be my guest, but you will have to come get them yourself. I'm not gonna touch them." Brian dutifully came forward and reached down to collect Rajani's panties. Straightening up again, he unravelled her underwear and then stretched the waistband wide open as if to allow her to step back into them - but instead peered inside. He sniffed at the dirty gusset for a moment and then turned it inside out to show the audience. "Just look at the state of these!" he said waving the slimy discharge from Rajani's pussy in front of his friends. "Make her smell it!" said one of the cousins. Brian nodded and turned back to Rajani, thrusting her stinking pants up to her face. "Your cunt smells like the toilets in an Indian restaurant bitch! Go on smell it!" Rajani screamed and shook her head and tried to pull herself free but the men held her firm. "OK, that's enough," said Jenny. As Brian retreated back into the crowd to immerse himself in her panties, Neela motioned to Roo to help her sister spread Rajani's legs open. Rajani immediately redoubled her efforts to get free and shouted for them to stop and leave her alone. "Rajani! Stop that squealing! There's no point in fighting us. Just relax and it will be much easier for everyone. Please open your legs for us." "Get away from me, all of you!" she sobbed "Then do you promise to do as we ask?" "Yes! Yes! Just let go!" Jenny looked in turn at David and Mark and Roo, then nodded. "Leave her go." "Now it's your turn young lady..." said Neela. "Show all the men what they most want to see. Show them your genitals." Rajani was now left alone, stark naked, perched up on the edge of the desk. The room went quiet as she shuffled her bottom backwards and then slowly drew up her legs - bending her knees and spreading them wide apart as she did so - until the soles of her feet were curled around the wooden edge of the desk. Her shiny red painted toenails contrasted sharply with the incredible darkness between her thighs as she slowly revealed her private parts to the audience. There was simultaneous gasp of awe and appreciation from the massed group of family, friends and work associates as they were finally treated to a full on display of Rajani's entire genital area. Save for the fact it was quite difficult to see through the dense growth of her pubic bush, there was almost nothing left hidden. Her private parts were laid bare and fully spread open for everyone to look at. Not only was it now possible for them to see the moist flesh of her thin, jet-black labia peeking out through the jungle of wiry hairs - the blue string hanging out invitingly - but as she wriggled her feet to get better purchase on the desk, she inadvertently exposed the bulging purple rim of her gloriously hairy anus. But it was not a pleasant sight. The little forest of hairs that grew around her hole were horribly matted together in a glutinous, oily yellow-brown substance that was clearly an emulsion of her anal sweat and the remnants from her last visit to the toilet. To make matters worse, several tiny grains of light brown shit could be seen wedged in the dark spiral folds of her sphincter and a sliver of dirty white tissue paper was stuck fast in amongst the hairs. Roo was enthralled. He had never seen a woman's parts up close like this before. So far, all of his sexual dalliances had taken place either in a dimly lit bedroom, or in the back of his car. Not ever had he stood watching as a beautiful woman parted her legs right in front of his face, in broad daylight, to deliberately expose her vagina for him to perv at. Rajani was now devoid of any means of preventing this most degrading transgression of her dignity. Once stripped of her clothes and made to open her legs for public scrutiny, she felt all of her courage and fight melt way. She was now an object of display and entertainment for the pleasure of all her co-workers. There was nothing she could do but follow instructions and hope it would all go away as quickly as possible. Maybe it was just a bad dream and she was actually fast asleep in bed at home? But no such luck; she bit her lip and knew it was happening for real. "Can I take a photo Jenny - of Rajani's pussy?" Jenny thought for a moment and then said: "Any of you who would like a closer look between Rajani's legs may come forward. You can each have a couple of minutes right in front of her here and you can take as many photos of whatever you like." "No!" cried Rajani, "No! Please!" She dropped her face and covered her eyes again. "...and If you want her to change position, just ask," continued Jenny. "There is one proviso however - none of these photos must ever find their way onto the internet, or Facebook, or any social networking sight. That is my prerogative and mine alone. Your pictures are for your own private use. The penalty for breaking this rule will be instant dismissal and no references from the firm. What we're doing here is an internal disciplinary matter and it must stay right within these walls. You're nearly all family or close friends - outsiders would not understand." Everyone murmured their acknowledgement of the situation. Without further hesitation, Roo took out his camera phone and hunkered down below Rajani's wide open legs to enjoy the musky, pissy odour that was now wafting out from her crotch as he operated the device. "Take your hands away from your face Rajani so I will be able to see who you are in these photos." He spoke as he tilted his camera to frame a shot looking up at her face and breasts from below her vagina. Assisted by Jenny and Neela, Rajani was encouraged to remove her hands and put them under her breasts as if offering them out to the audience for close inspection. This opportunity was not lost on Roo who immediately focussed his camera on her amazing areolas and then stood back to take a couple of full frontal shots to capture all her private parts in one frame. She sat stoically and stared straight out into space while this cruel act of humiliation played out and then finally broke down in tears and looked away as Roo moved in closer to study her vagina. "Open up your hairy cunt Rajani. I want to take some photos looking up your hole." Rajani turned her head back towards her cousin and then looked straight into her eyes. Sapped of all her will to fight back, she calmly reached down between her legs, cleared away the fringe of black hairs from around the edges of her outer lips - and stretched open her vagina right in front of Roo's face. "Oh my God!" was all he could say before his jaw dropped and his eyes stared transfixed at the newly exposed area of taught glistening, translucent skin surrounding her wrinkly black labia. It was like looking at a fresh clearing in the jungle where all the trees and undergrowth had just been felled leaving just the deep, dark gash of her cunt on show at very the centre. He was immediately fascinated by the pigmentation between her inner and outer lips. Surprisingly, he thought, it was not dark at all like the rest of her genitals, rather it was a mottled mixture of light pinks and purples with a lattice of fine blue veins just visible under the surface. The texture was essentially smooth with evidence of very slight pimples here and there. The entire surface was coated in a thin sheen of opaque, whitish mucus which formed up into embarrassing spongy globs of cheese in the creases just behind her lips. In fact, as looked more closely into her bush, he started to see many such blobs of cream suspended in the wiry tangle of hairs. Admiring next the hood of her clitoris, it was like a large, brown, rubbery sheath. By contrast her labia, which grew out from under the hood, were full and grey turning to inky black along the outer edges. As he studied them closer, he realised how these intensely exotic, crinkly flaps of skin reminded him of the worn, ancient hide of an elephant's ear. They were ever so deeply fissured and craggy - at least on the outside - but peering right into her cunt, he saw how the colours quickly turned from grey to purple before morphing into shiny folds of delicate pink skin. Deep beyond, he could just see the entrance to her inner hole. It was framed with a ragged fringe of pink tentacles all bubbling with her milky coloured pussy cream. Dead centre, it was a just black hole with a hint of white further up. The white seemed to be connect to the sodden blue string which hung out of her cunt. Screwing up his nose, he turned to Jenny and said: "How about she takes that out so I can get a proper look up her hole." Jenny nodded. "Pull out the horrid tampon for Roo," she instructed. "Then open yourself up as wide as you can so he can see all the way up to your cervix." Rajani's Black Hole Rajani continued staring straight ahead, her eyes now fully glazed over. Without looking down at all, she deftly reached down between her legs and coiled the loose end of string around her forefinger to lever out the soiled, wet lump of her tampon. As it extruded itself out of her vagina, Roo could clearly see that it was no longer white at all but more of a greyish-yellowy colour with the odd streak of red where her menstrual discharges had soaked right into the wadding. The whole horrid mess plopped out onto the floor with a dull 'splat' leaving Rajani's vagina gapping wide open like the entrance to secret tunnel. Only this time, as he leaned right forward to look up her hole, he now could see the shiny pink dome of her cervix all swimming with vaginal mucus. Dead centre it had a little indentation which looked for all the world like the tiny oval shaped hole in the head of his own cock. "WOW!" As he brought up his camera to start photographing her genitals in close-up he looked right into her face and said: "You're not so proud and smug now are you bitch! I can see every private smelly hole between your legs in Technicolor detail: your huge black hairy bush, your filthy asshole, your foul smelling vagina, your miniscule little piss hole and even the tiny, secret entrance to your cervix where your babies will come out!" Shamed, degraded and humiliated to the core Rajani suddenly lost all self-control and her bladder relaxed for an instant. As Roo focus his camera on the entrance to her vagina, a spurt of lemon coloured urine squirted out of her tiny purple piss hole and rained down on his forehead. As he instinctively ducked to avoid the soaking, he saw her anus involuntarily dilate for a second releasing a trickle of horrid yellow slime. It dribbled out of her hole and down into the dark matted tangle of stiff, curly hairs that grew all the way back up inside the crack of her ass. She immediately hid her face and started to cry again. It was absolutely the very worst day of her life. She would never be able to look any of her friends or family in the eye again.