[Dubai Exposure Chronicles Side Story - India Exposure Chronicles] (01-03) Author: Smilence

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Chapter 1

A small shop of about 50 square meters had two corridors outside. Tables and chairs were placed both inside and outside the shop, most of which
could only seat four or five people. Only a few round tables could seat more than ten
people, but almost every table was full. The men and women were neatly dressed, and the women all wore headscarves. Next to both men and women was a hookah, accompanied by the
gurgling sound of puffing. Men and women seemed to be chatting non-stop; many were clearly
families. We were at a small table by the window inside the shop.

On our table were three glasses of mango juice, which I strongly recommended to Mana and Masha. Several times I drank
two large glasses of mango juice from this shop and almost had to lean against the wall to get home.

Then the hookah arrived. Hookah is said to have originated in India, but it was the Arabs who popularized it,
transforming it into this elegant glass pipe with a metal straw. They even replaced the black tobacco with fruit-flavored
tobacco , filtering it with water to significantly reduce tar and nicotine content, making it more hygienic and healthier.
You can also choose which fruit-flavored tobacco you want; I chose strawberry, which is said to be invigorating and relaxing.
The other two chose apple and lemon.

When the server placed the tobacco in the foil-wrapped bowl, I took a deep drag. As
the smoke rose to my palate, I immediately felt refreshed. Hookah is still tobacco, and it can be addictive!

We were still amazed by our miraculous encounter during the day (see Dubai Exposure), which we could only explain as God's
arrangement . Mana and I hadn't seen each other for two years, and we had so much to talk about, sharing our past experiences. But we
didn't know how to ask Masha about it. We should have asked her about her past, but
after listening to , we felt it was a sore spot and best not to reopen old wounds.

I asked Mana, "Remember this morning when I said I was thinking about you a few days ago? Guess what I was thinking about?"

"What else could you be thinking about? Probably all those things we did in Africa!"

"Wow, you guessed it right away! I was thinking about how you used to wear only a shirt to work in Africa (see '
African Exposure'), because I did the same thing a few days ago!"

"Really? That's amazing! In Dubai?"

I said yes, and then told her about what happened in the office that day (see 'Dubai Exposure'), asking her, "You
're dressed like that today, you must be pretty well-behaved too."

She said, "I just arrived in Dubai, and I'm very well-behaved right now. But you, honestly, tell me what crazy
things ."

I said the craziest thing I'd done so far was probably shopping at Dubai Mall and Global Village the other day (see
Dubai Exposure Diary), and then I went on to tell the crazy stories from a few days ago.

After I finished, Mana and I laughed hysterically, but then Masha said leisurely, "Shopping around with my pussy exposed, I used to do
that . Compared to what I've done before, this is the simplest little thing."

Mana and I immediately stopped laughing, staring at her blankly, our lips moving, clearly wanting to ask her a question,
but seemingly not knowing where to begin.

Masha was quite perceptive: "No need to ask, I'll tell you myself, but it's a long story..."

Chapter Two: Bus Horror

I come from the suburbs of Mumbai, India, from the Vaishya caste, which means my father used to be a craftsman. Although I wasn't rich growing
up , I never lacked food or clothing. My mother couldn't have children after an accident after giving birth to me, so
although I was an only child, my parents poured all their love into me, and I was always a good girl,
always getting excellent grades in school and getting into a good high school.

Five years ago, misfortune struck my family one after another. First, my father's small shop was forcibly demolished during the city's expansion
. I think it must have been orchestrated by the elders; otherwise, who would dare to do such a thing on their turf? We received
very little compensation and had to rebuild our slum (I've heard that the labor camps in Dubai are better than our slums;
I plan to visit, like Sonapur). After paying for my university preparatory course, there was hardly anything left.

My father lost his shop and regular customers, and our family's life suddenly became difficult. However, he
had no other skills, so he had to work as a laborer in a newly built shopping mall. Moreover, he was already over 50 years old, and
this kind of work was very strenuous for him. Especially the following summer, the rainy season came late, and the weather was extremely hot. My father
suffered from heatstroke, and his health deteriorated, with other minor and major ailments appearing all at once. He passed away in less than six months.

I told my mother that I would stop going to school and support her. My mother said, "How can that be? You are my father's dream.
You can take the university entrance exam next year. Your grades are so good; you'll definitely get into a good university. I don't want you to continue
our fate."

Although reluctant, I returned to school. I shouldn't let their hard work go to waste. Next year, I
'll be admitted to the Medical School of the University of Mumbai. You Chinese must know Dwarkanath Kotnis, right? He graduated from there
.

However, I never expected that what would truly change my fate would happen the following year.

That year, Republic Day fell on a weekend, and school was unusually closed. Although the school wasn't far from home, I
didn't go home often. But this time, I decided to go home because the college entrance exam was approaching, and the graduation exam was only two months away.
I needed to seize the time to review.

I had to transfer three times to get to our slum, and then walk for half an hour to get home. But getting on
the last bus was not easy because it was a holiday, and there were so many people. Once I got on,
there wasn't even a place to stand, let alone a seat. I could only put one foot on the ground, and if I put the other foot down, I would definitely step on someone else. But because there
were so many people around, I didn't fall, just my feet got tired, and I had to carefully switch feet every now and then.

But after a while, I felt something was wrong. Obviously, a hand was touching my chest. Even though there were so many people, it was still noticeable that someone was touching me in
such a crowded situation. But with so many people, there was nowhere to hide, and yelling was
useless . I could only clutch my backpack tightly to my chest. Seeing that I didn't react, he became even more aggressive, groping me from my chest to
my back. Several people nearby, who seemed to be his accomplices, and two very strong-looking men, joined
in

Even though I was clutching my backpack to my chest, some of them touched my stomach, some squeezed my
buttocks, and some explored my thighs. Luckily, our school uniform was a white long dress, making it difficult to slip
inside. I couldn't help but yell, but as I expected, nothing changed because I was too crowded to move. However, this...
Just then, the bus arrived at the stop.

A few people got off, and I tried to follow, but I was pushed back by the people getting on. The bus started moving again, and
there were a few fewer people, but I found that my situation hadn't improved. Not only did no one stop them, but even
more people pounced on me!

From my chest to my back, from my head and neck to my legs, almost every inch of my skin was touched. Someone
was even pulling at my skirt, and I could only tightly clamp my legs together and hold onto my skirt. I didn't want to lose my
virginity in such a place,

but I don't know who forcefully tore off my skirt, pulled down my underwear, spread my legs,
and a penis suddenly shoved into my vagina. The person behind me pushed me down, shoved another penis
into my mouth, and pulled my hair to make me give him oral sex. But he didn't expect me to dare bite
him , so he quickly pulled out and slapped me several times. Then I lost consciousness and passed out.

Chapter 3 Maid Snow Tower

What woke me up was a sharp pain from my anus. It turned out that in addition to my vagina still being penetrated, another person wanted to
penetrate my anus.

I screamed in pain, opening my eyes to see only dim light, seemingly in a basement or
something . I was almost completely immobilized, my hands suspended above my head, my feet barely touching the ground. I
desperately tried to suppress the intermittent waves of pain and pleasure, attempting to recall what had happened. Then fear gripped me;
I was clearly being held captive.

I screamed for help, struggling frantically, but suspended like that, I could barely move. They even picked me
up, the one behind me holding me tightly and caressing my breasts. Even after they ejaculated, they didn't
release me, but simply walked away.

When I woke up again, I didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps it was the next day, because I was very hungry.
But this time, what woke me was something else entirely—something inside my vagina that felt like
electric shocks, making me numb and itchy. I desperately wanted to scratch, but my hands were completely immobilized, still tied above my head
.

Just then, a man and a woman entered. The man clapped his hands, seemingly overjoyed, "Haha, from today onwards, you
're mine!"

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Shura, the young master of our elder's family. I heard that the elder had immigrated to America and
expanded his business there, leaving the family business to his son Shura. Who would have thought he would do
something like this!

I'd only ever seen him in a suit and tie before; I'd never seen him dressed so casually
in . Although he still had the same angular face, I must admit I'd always
considered him handsome.

But what was even stranger was the woman's attire. A white, gauze-like fabric wrapped around her neck behind her
prominent breasts, tied at the waist with a very, very short skirt. I say this because I could clearly see
her shaved vulva beneath the skirt, and four rings were clearly visible on her labia, locked
together with a lock. Obviously, without unlocking this lock, it was impossible to enter her mysterious inner parts. She

even had a long, knee-length, snow-white tail trailing behind her; I later learned it was a fox tail anal plug.
Besides , she had two large earrings hanging from her ears, making her face appear even smaller. Her skin was very fair, her nose was sharp, and her
chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. Such a beauty is rare in India.

At this moment, my vagina was already leaking a lot of vaginal fluid from the constant electric shocks, making it even more unbearably numb and itchy. My colleague's
face was flushed, and his whole body was burning hot.

Shura said to the beautiful woman, "Come on, Xueta, help her."

The beautiful woman named Xueta found some clips with bells and clipped them to my breasts. When she inserted a huge dildo
into my vagina, I didn't dodge but instead cooperated and welcomed it, letting her use something I would never have
dared to imagine to thrust in and out of my vagina.

Shura said, "It seems the experiment was a success. This is newly developed high-tech equipment, and I went to great lengths
to obtain it. A nano-sized tool has been implanted in your vagina. In addition to the
three days , it automatically discharges for half an hour every morning at 10 AM. Of course, the power is actually very small.
It also automatically recharges itself when you move your vagina. It's said to have a lifespan of at least two years.

So if you want it to fail sooner, you have to control your vaginal movements. Of course, if you
want to enjoy it like this, you can indulge yourself to the fullest. You do seem that lewd. Anyway, from
today , you're mine!"

I looked around the room and saw a large set of machinery and a bunch of various training tools. I didn't know
when had put me under their control, but I wasn't going to give up so easily.

"I wouldn't be lewd! Let me go! I still have to go to school; the college entrance exam is coming up soon!"

He laughed: "Really? Are you sure you can still attend classes and take exams like this?"

I had no room for negotiation. I couldn't let my parents down; I had to change my fate: "
I'm going no matter what! I'm afraid you won't dare let me out. Don't you know about the rape case last month (
the famous New Delhi bus rape case in December 2012, which sparked nationwide protests, and in January 2013,
five out of six people were sentenced to death)?"

He sneered: "Do you have any evidence? You try and see. Are there any police officers in Mumbai who aren't my friends?"

After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke:

"Interesting, Xueta. It seems we have a new way to play. How about you prepare her to go back to school
? But I think you'll miss it here."

"Yes, Master!"

My school uniform was obviously torn beyond repair. Xueta gave me a similar dress and pinned
my school badge on, but when I looked at the underwear she gave me, there were three large holes at the three points,
exposing my nipples and vulva. I might as well not wear it and just throw it away!

My eyes were blindfolded, and when they were removed, I was already in a taxi. Xueta paid
the fare to the driver. To my surprise, Xueta was dressed the same as when she was inside, seemingly unconcerned
about her exposed vulva, as if it was meant to be that way. When she paid the driver, almost her entire buttocks were
exposed , and her tail was completely sticking out. She handed my schoolbag back to me and said,

"There are a few small things inside that you might need." Then she waved goodbye and left.

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