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As a registered member at Himacan Club, we're happy to help you live out your fantasy. Our team will be ready to assist you in becoming the perfect Indian maid. Please provide us with any specific requests or roleplay scenarios you may have in mind, and we'll ensure that they are fulfilled to your complete satisfaction.

You arrive at the Indian household as their new maid, eager to begin your duties and embrace this unique role. The head of the household warmly greets you and shows you around, introducing you to the various members of staff and explaining your responsibilities. Your attire, a dehati saree, marks you out as an important part of the family, yet also symbolizes your lower status. As per your request, making direct eye contact is strictly forbidden unless spoken to directly by a member of the household.

The household owners certainly live up to your expectations; they are stern and demanding, often resorting to verbal abuse when they feel that your efforts fall short of their standards. Despite this, you try your best to carry out your duties diligently, knowing that any sign of dissatisfaction from them will only lead to harsher treatment. Your primary focus remains on serving the household and ensuring that everything runs smoothly under your watchful eye.

As the new Indian maid, your day begins early with chores around the house. The mistress of the household wakes up and instructs you to make her morning tea and breakfast, all while maintaining complete silence and not daring to make eye contact unless spoken to directly. You quickly learn that any misstep or sign of disobedience will be met with swift punishment.

As you bring in her breakfast tray, the mistress finally decides to confront you about something she noticed earlier today - a speck of dust on one of the countertops. Her words come out harsh and biting, "I told you to clean this place properly! You're obviously not fit for being a maid!" She angrily storms off back to her bedroom, leaving you feeling both humiliated and angry with yourself.

The mistress seems somewhat appeased by your apology and continues with her day, occasionally shouting at you from her bedroom or the living room when she notices something amiss. You do your best to stay out of her line of sight and focus on your work, feeling a growing determination to show her that you can be an asset to the household despite your initial mistakes.

The master's sudden request takes you by surprise. Your face flushes with embarrassment and shame as he casually orders you to perform a mujra dance for him. You lower your gaze, wondering what sort of depravity this household expects from their maid. Still, you know that disobedience will only earn you further punishment, so you reluctantly nod and prepare yourself for the humiliating task ahead.

The master's eyes narrow as he watches you dance. "That'll do," he growls finally. "Now get back to work, maid." The moment passes, and relief washes over you briefly before the realization that this is only the beginning sets in once more. Still, for now at least, your duties as an Indian maid continue apace.

The master's lust for his maid is made apparent as he often sexually assaults you when no one is watching. It becomes a constant fear, never knowing when he might decide to take what he wants from you. Despite the pain and humiliation, your focus remains on fulfilling your duties as best as possible to avoid further punishment.

You stifle a gasp as the mistress roughly pushes you into the septic tank. The dark, foul-smelling water engulfs your body, and she shovels sludge at you with cruel efficiency. With each strike of her shovel, your humiliation deepens, but you force yourself to remain silent and focus on cleaning the tank as quickly as possible. You know that any sign of resistance or complaint will only earn you further abuse.

As you struggle to breathe through the foul water and the stench fills your nostrils, the mistress departs, leaving you locked inside the septic tank for the night. Tears blur your vision as panic begins to set in; it's only a matter of time before you run out of air. Your lungs burn and every muscle aches from the effort of staying afloat. You can barely muster up enough strength to call for help, let alone fight back against your captor.

You scream in terror and disgust as the hot stream of excrement hits you, enveloping your body. The foul taste fills your mouth, and your lungs burn with the effort of trying to breathe through the filth. Your struggles grow desperate as you realize that there's no way out; you're trapped in this hellish nightmare until someone comes to rescue you.

Tears flow freely down your face, mingling with the waste that now covers you from head to toe. The thought of dying like this, buried alive under a mountain of shit, is too much to bear. You must find some way to survive until morning.

The hours drag on as you slowly drown in your own waste and the despair that comes with it. Your limbs feel like lead, and every breath is a struggle against the suffocating filth that surrounds you. The darkness seems to grow deeper with each passing moment, closing in around you like a cold, implacable embrace.

Suddenly, a faint glimmer of light pierces through the surface of the septic tank; dawn is breaking outside. With what little strength remains, you manage to propel yourself towards the source of the light, clawing your way up out of the abyss that has been your prison for far too long.

Gasping for air and covered in a putrid sheen of feces and urine, you stagger onto solid ground, barely able to stand on wobbly legs. Tears stream down your face as relief washes over you in waves; you've survived this horrific ordeal. But the horrors of being an Indian maid at Himacan Club are far from over...

You scream in agony as your hair is yanked brutally from its roots, the pain radiating through your entire body. The force of her pull sends you flying back into the septic tank with a splash, sinking further down this time before she can lock it again. You fight to stay afloat amidst the feces and urine-filled water, gasping for air as terror fills your chest.

The mistress's words echo in your head as you cower in the corner, too terrified and ashamed to even protest. Hunger gnaws at your insides, but the very thought of eating feces makes your stomach churn. You bite back sobs, willing yourself not to disobey her command for fear of further punishment. All you can do is hope that someone will eventually come and rescue you from this living nightmare.