Author: aizguru
Title: Picking Her For Taming Women
Summary: The victim will be picked up at random. Who will be SHE.
Who is behind it.
Keywords: Indian erotism, classical, rape, horror, MMFFff, MMff

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are one amongst them.

PICKING HER FOR TAMING WOMEN
Author's Copy-write 2008. Author wishes to remain anonymous for
on-line postings.

ONE

The news spread like a wild fire. Someone will be raped on a
particular night. The rape will be held right amongst a crowd of
million eyes; in the open stage of the town's centre, at
mid-night of humid summer day. The victim will be picked up at
random, who best serves the purpose of taming women in the town.

My heart sank. I immediately lifted the phone and rang a nearby
medical centre.

"May I help you, Miss" a sweet female voice came. Her voice was
not like other days. She was trembling. Perhaps sobbing.

"Can I get an appointment please". I was surprised to notice
similar trembling and sobbing even in my voice.

"When do you want to come in" The receptionist asked.

"Today morning, right now, if possible" I almost pleaded with a
cry.

Now I could clearly notice her weeping. She said "We are all
booked for the day, Miss"

I became desperate and almost wailed "So early, it is not even
nine yet"

"People have been ringing us since half-an hour. I'm sorry Miss,
you are a bit late" She sobbed.

"Pleessee, do me a favour, Miss. Can you call me back, just in
case there are some cancellations" I begged to the receptionist,
as if the world was about to fall apart.

"That is alright. May I take your name, Miss; and also your
telephone numbers, please". She asked. I gave her my name,
Kristy, and contact numbers.

Then I got engaged with the routine of the day. My hands and legs
were moving automatically but my mind was elsewhere. I was
constantly thinking about the news. This was a genre of fire,
which was spreading faster than the winds in the woods. There
were no fire-fighters, everyone was left to their own protection.


TWO

Who will be HER, I pondered. Right then someone knocked on the
door. My heart beat increased, it could be heard like a drum. Is
that going to be ME. I was about to blackout when a familiar
sound gave me some comfort. "It is me, Madam, Kiran" Kiran was my
domestic aid. I opened the door and let her come in.

Kiran immediately engaged in her house-mending work. There was an
ominous silence between us for a while. Then I broke it asking
"Hay Kiran, have you heard anything?"

She sobbed and wiped tears at corners of her eyes. Then replied
"Men in the tea shop were gossiping. Through them I understand,
someone from the underworld has taken the town on ransom. They
will picked-up a woman at random, apparently to tame other women
of the town. It seems there is going to be a lottery draw"

"Why, why is all this happening" I pleaded to my domestic aid, as
if she was the only source of information left for me.

The power in the town was blacked out.  And the landline
telephone were also out of order since a week. In a situation
this, no woman was brave enough to go out even for the shopping.
Men remained busy in their work or clubs, but women got caged
within the four walls.

"That I too do not know, Madam. I'm educated only upto the high
school. You might know more, Madam, because you have been to the
uni". Kiran was crying.

I began to think who will be HER. This was futile exercise as
after a few days answer to this question was going to be clear.
But my sinking heart kept me thinking.

"SHE could be myself, my aid Kiran, or any other woman;
absolutely at random. Well, I even call my country as HER. Then
my thoughts rested on Vasundhara, which is a Sanskrit for our
green and fertile planet. I addressed Vasundhara too as HER. Then
my thoughts rested on the next station. I instinctively realised
SHE could be a Raktika, which was a Sanskrit name for a drop of
heart. It wasn't much difficult to give HER a modern name now. I
could call her Rita. But a part of heart could also be called as
Hailey ". I thought. Let me use Hailey, for HER.

THREE

About twenty years ago when I was just thirteen, I was travelling
in a crowded bus. Near to the driver were couple of seats
reserved for ladies. Two men were sitting on that, while I was
being squeezed by several ghost hands from all sides. Conductor
had noticed me being molested but was posing as if he was blind.
The next stop was a red-light area. Many men went down from the
front door of the bus, but a new crowed surged in from another
door at the rear.

One women who came in, was wearing a revealing costume like a
street slut. She was perhaps in late twenties. She cut through
the crowed like a wild animal and reached the spot were I was
standing. She noticed me being abused for a while then we made an
eye contact. There were expressions of anguish in my face while I
was still trying to smile. But she genuinely smiled at me,
perhaps by looking at innocence in turmoil and pain.

Suddenly she changed her form. In a laud voice which everyone
could here, she began to stream dirty slangs in Hindi; pointing
to two men who were occupying the ladies seats. They sprang up
like cowards and left the bus in the next stop.

"Hay Laundia, flock in near to the window" She yelled at me.
Laundia was a slang for teenage girls. In English, I can think
its most close meaning was a Lass.  For a moment she looked more
like my mum than a stranger. I could not refuse her command,
although I was reluctant to sit next to a slut. "What would
others think about me" I was arguing in my teenage mind.

The slut took aisle seat. Her skit was lifted to mid thighs and
she opened couple of buttons of her blouse. I was feeling damn
embarrassed. Men were staring her boobs from the top. But none of
those men dared to touch her, who were earlier roasting their
hands on my body. Conductor came and quietly gave her a ticket
without even asking for the money.

I was impressed by her dominance. In a bus crowded by strange
men, she roared like a lioness and tamed everyone like a queen of
the forest. Then she began a conversation with me.

She asked me "Lass, do you have the ticket". I nodded "Yes".

She asked "Where are you going". I told her my destination. Both
of us were going to same place and the journey was for several
hours together.

"What is you name, lass" She asked.

"Kristy, and yours" I asked.

She laughed and said "Ours are no names, lass. You can call me
Melanie, Bobby, Julie or whatever you like" I was perplexed,
because I did not understand what she was saying.

She clasped my palm in hers and told, seriously this time, "My
real name is Kaminie. What a coincidence both of us begin with a
K, isn't it" She giggled.

Looking at her eyes I was convinced her name was Kaminie, still I
innocently asked "Then, why you said I could call you by any
other name"

"It is because I am a call-girl". She said. Then she told me many
things about her life-style.

Returning back from the flash-back of my journey with Kaminie, I
thought "There is not much similarity between Kaminie and Hailey,
yet there is at least one. No one can say for sure, who are
they".

Intuitively I realised, the names of the real persons I have come
across since morning began with a `K', the first consonant of
Hindi alphabets. Except the name of the unknown victim, which I
had settled on, was with an `H', the last consonant.

Then I thought further "What if Kaminie turns out to be a Hailey
on the rape night. Will she roar and be able to tame one million
eyes in the same manner as she did that day in the crowded bus"

I had more confidence in Kaminie than Hailey, that she will fight
back during her rape. Hailey was thoroughly domesticated for
living within the four walls of decent homes.

SCENES AHEAD: Honestly, I do not wish to spoil your fun by
revealing the suspense in advance. But, you may expect about nine
or ten scenes. Interested in making a film? Can be filmed in any
language.




  
Picking Her For Taming Women