The Processing

"What in the name of heaven is this supposed to mean?" thought Suma, staring at the email she had received a few minutes ago. She ignored the tirade her twin sister Sumana had broken into. "Dear Suma," the letter said, "you are hereby ordered to report to Mr. Sanjay Ramapuram, Mandal OSD, Sattenapalli Mandal, for processing along with your twin sister Sumana, at 10. am, on 20th December 2016. Failure to report will result in you and Sumana being declared Public Property and will be sent to the area designated for such Public Property. "The letter had tersely said. She could make neither head nor tail of the letter, though she realised this might be the beginning of a dark age for women. It seemed the government was actually serious about implementing the new laws. There was no other explanation why she and her sister, with no record of any criminal activity, would be ordered to report to a government Official. It was making them feel like criminals. Processing indeed!

"Osey Mental! Why are you still staring at the letter? It is the prank of Saket, Don't you get it? "She shouted."He is trying to make a fool out of you and me! There is no such person as a Mandal OSD! He is pulling our leg! The nerve of him trying to pull one over us! Just let me meet him tomorrow and we will show him! Just Wait! And ignore that letter. No one can do anything!"

"I wish it were true, Sumo!" she had replied calling Sumana by her pet name. "It does appear that the government is serious about the misogynist laws it made recently. Considering the incidents that have been occurring all over the country, I think we should go this office. "

"Absolutely Not! I tell you it is a prank by Saket. Let's just bash him up in his house and everything will be alright." Sumana had said vociferously.

"Sumo, have you been following the news for the past week? Women are being molested in every way possible and no one is even lifting a finger to stop it! women are getting stripped, groped and raped every hour of the day. Why just yesterday, Sarala aunty's daughter came home naked. Don't you remember?" Sumana's face turned thoughtful as she recalled the incident.

Ritu, Sarala Aunty's daughter had been a good friend of theirs. They had spent a lot of time together as neighbours, school mates and classmates. Sumana was a bit protective of Ritu, the shy girl of the trio. Ritu had gone to the market to get some groceries. There had been a scuffle between the ruling party and opposition parties. Ritu unwittingly had walked into the scuffle by mistake and then..... both the warring factions had stopped fighting to look at the slim, fair skinned, 5 feet tall, 21 year old girl who was a head turner, no matter what dress she wore. And that day, she just happened to wear a T-shirt and a skirt that accentuated her curves nicely. The warring parties had decided that they would use her for their own amusement.

They had cornered her and had given her two choices –

1. to strip and dance naked in front of them - there were more than 50 males in all

2. get gang raped.

She had had no choice but to strip and dance in her birthday suit while the men hooted, whistled and catcalled, using the most unmentionable words. They had then paraded her naked till she had reached her house. She had run into the house and had not come out since then. No one had been allowed to go to her house since that day. There had been 10 men who would keep chasing away any one who tried to go to her house. The only exceptions were the milkman, dhobi, the maid and the watchman. One of her teachers, a lady teacher, who had tried to go to her house had been threatened and then stripped. This had stopped any women from contacting Ritu in person. Even She and Sumana could only speak to Ritu over phone.

"But, if what you say is true, how are we supposed to reach this office without getting molested? It is on the other side of the town and I have a feeling that we need some kind of vehicle that will help us go there safely." Sumana said turning the matter over in her head, trying to find a solution to the problem.

"I wish we were still in India. This country seems to be the wrong place for women to be. I cannot understand why people from India still come here. It might be reasonable for men to come here since the laws favour them and they can do what cannot in India. But why are we, the girls and women made to come to this country? Anyway, let's ask mom and dad. They might come up with a way." Suma said trying to appear cheerful.

"They send a vehicle for the candidates," her father had said. "Nobody will stop those vehicles or they will get run over or shot. So you will be taken to the office and brought back home safely, provided your application is approved. Otherwise they will leave the candidate to their fate. So, you better do what the OSD tells you to do. You need to make sure he approves your application or you can forget everything about joining IBM as an engineer or that you had parents. "That had brought a gasp of surprise." You will be relocated to the PP area if your application is rejected. I want you both to be here in my house; not in some stupid area where everyone can do what they like with you. Am I clear?" he had asked in a harsh tone that brooked no refusal. They had nodded their heads nervously as he stormed out to the lawn.

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The vehicle had arrived as their father had said. There were a few girls in it already. It seemed they all were going to be processed - it was a rude term that had made them flinch. They had reached the Office without incident, though it had been nerve wracking going there in a police Riot van. Then the wait - it seemed they were the last in the list - it had been three hours before their names were announced by the attender. They had gone nervously into the chamber as the door was shut behind their backs. Their fate was now decided by the man before them.

"Strip!"

They were stunned, unable to process the order wondering if they had heard him correctly.

"So, you dare disobey me?" the man, Sanjay Ramapuram, had asked when they simply stood still. "Perhaps you need some motivation? That can be arranged. I just have to call the enforcers and they will get you out of those clothes in a hurry. Or maybe we should go about this in leisurely way." he said pensively as if considering the options. "Tell you what, you can just remove your pallu. Let me see if there are any differences there!" he had remarked. "Take off your pallu both of you! I will say this only once and after that you can go to PP Area!" He glared at them as they both looked at each other and started removing the safety pins that held their pallu to their blouse. His eyes had shone with excitement as they removed their pallu, their hands crossed to cover their modesty.

"Hands to the side!" they had complied their faced red with embarrassment. "Come closer! Hmmm. Interesting! So identical twins have identical assets! Maybe you are faking? Off with the blouse!" The twins cursed their fate as they slowly started opening the hooks of their blouse, removing them slowly out of shame and exposing their ********.

"Hmmmm. Let me see." he said as he moved closer and started staring first at Suma and then at Sumana's boobs." I never thought identical twins would have identical assets! Maybe the reaction is different? Obviously not!" He remarked as they both flinched when he pressed their *****.

"Off with the langa!" He ordered. He kept staring at them making them nervous and painfully aware of their predicament as they removed the last piece of clothing that protected their dignity. "Hands off!" he roared as they squirmed both at his voice and also at the prospect of standing naked in front of a male.

He stared at them for a few minutes concentrating at the place between their legs. "Turn around! Ahhhh! The first and only difference to tell you apart! A mole on the *******! Who has the mole on the right *******?"

"Sumana sir!"

"Okay. Hello, send the tattooist, will you? Face me!" he said. "Now let us wait." he started going through their files scribbling something, checking some boxes and doing everything except look at them as they stood shivering nervously.

"Sir, you called me?" a handsome young man of 25 had appeared. The twins looked up. He looked gorgeous with perfect muscles and a body made only to entice women. They would have drooled over the man, maybe even shared him between themselves. He was that hot! And he had also made their knees weak and a tinge of warm sweetness between their legs much to their shame! He seemed to turn them on without even looking at them! God knows what would happen if he actually looked at them! God! What lecherous thoughts! They scolded themselves for their depravity, reminding themselves that they were stark naked in front of two total strangers! Who would want to marry or would date such females?

"Yes. I want you to do a large tattoo on the hands of these two females - it will be a ***** shaped tattoo with their name on it. Look at their ass and do the tattoo accordingly on the corresponding hand. Any questions? "

"No sir."

"Start!"

The tattooist had gazed at their behind for a few seconds, then at their womanhood for a few minutes causing them to cover their most intimate part with their hands out of shame.

"HANDS OFF, YOU S***S!" he roared causing then to remove their hands quickly in fear. He stared between their legs for a while before making them squat, exposing their ***** lips fully. He then proceeded to tattoo on their hands - an unusual tattoo - that of a female ***** with their name on it. This would be the most exposed part of their body even when fully dressed! They would be the laughing stock among their friends, relatives, teachers and colleagues! That meant they could only wear a Punjabi dress that covered their hands fully. But the hardest part would be to explain it to their husbands if they got married!

"Alright! Get dressed!" Sanjay ordered.

"But, you rejected our application!"

"So? Be happy I didn't declare you Public Property!"

"But, we did everything you asked us to do!"

"Doesn't matter! Get out before I change my mind!

They were aghast as they moved out looking at the certificate in their hands. "Hey! Look at this!" cried Sumana suddenly. "We are not declared PP despite our application getting rejected. It means we can actually stay at home, safe and away from abuse and shame!" Suma read the relevant part of the certificate, sighing in relief. She preferred to keep her dignity over the job she was now forced to lose, but it was better than getting raped or molested everyday - at work or to and from work. She was actually happy that they had reached home safely.