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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 14: Demons and Doctors (ped, rom, cons, anal,
ws)
The days following Priya's homecoming were hectic:
getting all the necessary forms filled out for INS and
getting all the cloths and supplies Priya needed to
start school.
It was six o'clock on Monday morning and I lay in bed
thinking of my interview today with Paul Whitford at
the US embassy. Although I didn't doubt Priya's
ability to pass her interview, there was still that
fear that something unexpected could happen, and I
could still be prosecuted.
Thinking of my demon, I thought maybe that might be a
blessing in disguise: at least in jail, I wasn't going
to be fucking some little girl like Aleeya. I
shuddered at the thought of being raped by some giant
'Bubba,' and turned into his sissy.
Priya was sleeping quietly next to me with her hand on
my stomach. She looked so lovely… a child, and yet my
wife and lover. We were so much alike. Not just our
IQ's or precociousness, but that we both approached
our intimate life with such fiery passion, and, we
both had our demons to struggle with without the
outside world knowing what we took pleasure in behind
closed doors.
I started to become erect with the vision of her on
her back, legs pulled back and obscenely open with my
white cum oozing out from her dark brown gaping star
and running down her chocolate colored butt crack
while looking at me with sheer lust.
I reached over and began to caress her breast. Priya
moaned a soft "Hmmmm," and turned over to face away
from me. I turned on my side and slipped my hard cock
between her legs and began to slowly saw in and out of
her slit while massaging her left breast bud. Still
sleeping, Priya began to respond by rocking her hips
in time with my thrusts, and began to quickly juice
up. It wasn't long before my dick was wet with her
desire, and she was wet from clit to asshole.
I brought my cock back and pressed it against her back
door, and she pushed her little butt back in response.
I applied gentle pressure against her anus, and when I
slipped past her sphincter, she grunted, trapping the
head of my dick in her ass. I began to slowly pump in
and out of her backdoor and she was rocking her hips
in time with me. I was soon as deep into her as this
awkward position allowed.
I wanted in her deep, hot ass as far as I could get! I
rolled onto by back, pulling her on top of me, still
impaled. With Priya laying on her back on top of me, I
held both of her breasts, her hair covering my face as
I tweaked her bulbous buds while thrusting up into
her.
After a couple of minutes of this, Priya rose to sit
up, reverse bareback. She repositioned her feet along
side my hips and her hands on my thighs, and began to
raise and lower herself, fucking her ass on my cock.
She'd suck in a breath loudly on the upstroke and
exhale on the way down with a "Uuuhh" each time she
bottomed out. Priya threw her head back, growling out,
"I love the feel of you deep inside me!" and I grabbed
her mane to pull her back down onto me with each
stroke.
After a few minutes in this position, I could tell she
was getting tired because her legs began to quiver, so
I grabbed her around the waist. With one quick move,
and a squeak from her, I rolled her over onto her
stomach and said, "Get up on your knees."
She rose up on her elbows and knees with her back
arched and looked back over her shoulder at me in
dazed lust. I placed my thumbs in her butt crack and
pulled her butt cheeks apart. As I sawed in and out of
her ass, I could see her tightly stretched muscle pull
away from her body about an inch with each stroke and
she was matching me stroke for stroke. It was
obscenely intoxicating to see myself fucking her
eleven year-old ass pulling and stretching to the
limit as I took her.
Her ass was on fire and she was panting and grunting
in rhythm. She said, "God Sean, you're so deep: so, so
deep." The sight of her tiny butt cheeks totally
enveloped in my hands, and her anal ring being pulled
out with every stroke, just fueled my passion. We were
both now sweating, and I told her, "Rub your clit, I
want us to come together. Tell me when you're close."
I was violently slapping my balls against her pussy
like a mad man and grunting she said, "Sean, not so
hard, you're too deep and it hurts a little."
I backed off just enough to ease her discomfort but
still not lose the intensity. With her being more
comfortable, she began to squeeze my cock tightly on
my out strokes, rubbing her button with her right
hand.
We both must have timed things right because as my
nuts started to tighten, she gasped out, "I'm close,
real close." I began picking up speed to the finish. I
held her hips firmly, pulling her into me and with one
hard thrust, buried myself as deep as I could, holding
her to me and started to shoot off in her bowels with
an "Aaaahhhh." Priya felt me spurting and squeaked out
"Oh God, Sean! I'm cuummmiiinnngggg!" I just kept
filling her up as she milked me dry.
Watching her sphincter spasm around my cock sent
electric shocks through my entire length as she came
down. Priya whispered, "I love to feel you burning my
insides when you cum! I love it so much!"
Once she relaxed, I withdrew with a slurp from her
gaping little back door, followed by my cum running
out of her, down over her pussy lips and onto the bed.
I rolled over onto my back and Priya just stayed there
with her ass in the air and head on the bed facing me.
I looked at her, smiled and said, "God, you have such
a beautiful ass!"
She giggled and replied, "And you use it so well!
But
I have to get up now, I'm already leaking onto the
bed."
Giggling back I replied, "I don't care, the wet
spot's
on your side of the bed."
Laughingly she said, "That's it, you rape me in my
sleep, abuse my little poopy, then leave me with the
mess."
"How inconsiderate of me!" I replied.
"Let's take a
shower."
"OK, but can we play wee wee too, you know I'm a
nasty
little girl?"
"Yes my pee pee harlot, let's go play
watersports."
Priya waddled to the toilet with me following. She sat
on the seat and spread her legs, looking down between
them. I heard her strain, and I saw this thick, glob
of cum ooze from her nether hole and hang in a long,
dripping string before falling into the bowl with a
spat. She blushed and giggling said, "Gosh, you always
put a liter in me, I'll be leaking for hours! Let's
get in the shower." She wiped herself and hopped in
the shower, beckoning me in.
It had been a week since we'd played these games, and
Priya had a one-track mind. She grabbed my shoulder
pulling my down. She shuffled her legs apart so I
could sit between them, pried her pussy lips open and
thrust out her pelvis. I looked up and she was looking
down at me with a look of crazed lust. In her eyes, I
saw her demon had taken over, and she groaned down at
me "I need this sooo much, I can't live without it!"
Understanding what its like being controlled by the
demon, I softy said, "I know baby, I know."
I put my mouth to her urethra and tapped her leg and
she began to flow. I tapped her again and she stopped,
allowing me to swallow. I did this three times until
her spurts started to sputter and I then began to suck
her pee hole hard. Priya gasped and with spasming
spurts, came saying "So good, so fucking good!" She
slumped onto my lap and just panted.
Priya seemed like a crazed animal because she slid
down my body and engulfed my cock in her mouth
furiously sucking me. She was so delirious with her
desire, her sucking actually hurt! In frustration, she
withdrew from my cock and pleaded, "Pee for me, give
it to me, I need it now!" She then plunged my dick
back into her mouth. I started to flow and she drank
voraciously, alternating between swallowing followed
by pinching off my flow. She sucked until I was dry
and kept sucking. I pulled her from my cock and said,
"That's all, that's all I have."
The beast within her sated, she calmed looked at me
with glazed eyes saying, "I'm such a dirty, nasty
little girl, and I need this so much!"
"I know you do Baby," I replied softly to her,
"And
I'm here for you."
"Oh Sean, how can you love me? I have this need
that
comes from deep within me. You accept and feed me
without judging me. I love you so much! I'll do
anything to make you happy, anything: no matter what
it is."
Being saddened by her remark, I said, "There may
come
a day you live to regret what you say."
She said, "You said we all have our demons. I have
mine and you accept me unconditionally. When yours
come calling, I will respond likewise."
"We'll see," I replied, "We'll see…"
We showered, dressed, prayed and went down to
breakfast. Dad, quiet and reserved, said, "I hope
everything goes well today. Good luck, you're gonna
need it." With that, he folded his paper and excused
himself from the table saying he had to get to work.
We just looked at him, said goodbye and stared at each
other. Mom looked over her cup, first at me, then at
Priya. Priya must have had that 'just thoroughly
fucked' look and Mom snickered and said, "Looks like
you two have been playing mommies and daddies."
Priya blushed and said, "He made me do it! I wanted
to
play dolls instead."
Smirking, I looked at her and replied, "We did, I
was
Ken and you were Barbie."
Mom jokingly quipped, "Yeah, from the look of her,
it
was Bimbo Barbie."
Priya quipped, "I'm not a bimbo, bimbos have big
boobies."
After the joking subsided, we finished breakfast and I
got ready to leave. I double-checked all the paperwork
to make sure everything was completed and all there,
including the certified check, and put everything in
my briefcase. I put on my jacket, kissed Priya and Mom
goodbye, then left for the embassy.
Arriving at Paul Whitford's office at nine forty-five,
I didn't have to wait long before being called in.
Once inside, Paul was with a short, portly and balding
Indian man. Paul introduced me to Dr. Amar Singh, the
child psychologist assigned to our case. Dr. Singh
greeted me and told me that he was board certified in
the US and had done work for the embassy here before
and just happened to be in India when Paul called,
asking for his assistance with our case.
Paul and Dr. Singh sat behind Paul's desk with me
seated in front. Dr. Singh didn't waste any time
beginning his repartee of mind games. As soon as we
were seated he said, "I see it didn't take you long to
partake of the fruits of India."
Figuring this was going to be a long day, I responded
with, "I don't know what you mean by the 'fruits of
India,' but I did find my soul mate and wife here. I
haven't really tasted too much of the country's
fruits."
Paul just smiled and slightly nodded.
Over the next several hours, Dr. Singh grilled me
about every facet of our relationship: the time line
of events, personal information about me and about
her, such as her favorite color (pink), her favorite
food (lamb), her relatives and how we related since
marrying. He asked how I perceived her state of mind
at certain points in the relationship such as: did she
ever seem apprehensive, frightened or even coerced at
times, did she struggle with making decisions or have
any regrets that I knew of.
After explaining that Priya wasn't the average eleven
year old, and how she'd handled herself in all of our
social settings; even at times, besting the adults in
these settings, Paul looked impressed, Dr. Singh
showed no expression either way.
I think he was started to get frustrated because he
couldn't find a chink in mine or Priya's armor, he
tried to pry into intimate areas by asking how she was
in bed, was she responsive or frightened. He even had
the gall to ask if she'd achieved climax.
He was acting like a perverted voyeur, wanting to know
what it was like to have sex with a pubescent girl. I
simply told him that our intimate life was our own
business, and that all I would say in defense of her
psychological maturity was that our intimate life was
loving, caring and mutually satisfying.
Paul, seeing that they probably had enough information
to outline Priya's questioning (and that I was getting
angry by Singh's line of questioning) said, "Thanks
Sean. You've been very helpful and I believe we have
enough information to proceed with your wife's
interview, don't you Dr. Singh?"
Singh relented and said, "Yes, I believe so. Thank
you
for your cooperation Mr. Michaels."
Paul asked Singh "When do you want to talk to Mrs.
Michaels?"
"Well," he began, "How about Friday? That
will give me
a couple of days to put together a series of
questions."
Paul looked at me and said, "Sean? Is that OK with
you?"
I replied, "Friday's fine, just tell me what time
we
need to be here. Will I be allowed to sit in on the
interview?"
Paul looked at Singh, and Singh replied, "It's up
to
you."
Paul, sensing my concern for Priya, based on the
prying questions by Singh, replied, "I don't see why
not, but you'll have to sit behind her and keep your
mouth shut. If you try to coach her in any way: even
with a look, you're outta there, understand? I'll let
you stay so that you can testify to the fact that she
was treated fairly."
"Those rules are fine with me," I stated.
Paul then asked for, and I gave him, all the documents
along with the check. He rechecked everything to make
sure it was all there and said, "Good. Looks like
everything's here and in order." Reaching for his
appointment book, he looked and said, "Is one pm on
Friday OK with everyone?"
Singh nodded and I replied, "It's fine with me,
we'll
be here then at one sharp."
With that, we rose, shook hands saying our 'polite'
goodbyes, and I left for home.
In the car on the way home, I was shaking I was so
pissed off! Then, like a tapeworm eating into my
brain, that demon poked its head out and I thought to
myself, "You're not the only one curious about child
flesh." I shuddered. I was angry with a man who gave
me a clear, open reflection of what I felt inside and
tried so desperately to deny.
I got home around two thirty. Priya met me at the door
and gave me a kiss, took my arm and we walked into the
dining room. Mom was sitting at the table with a cup
of tea and a book. Marking her page and setting the
book down, she looked up and said, "Your father's
home; he's in the study."
Mom rose and we walked to the study, knocked and
entered. After we were all seated, Dad looked up and
said, "Well, how'd it go?"
Looking down I replied, "Ugly. Disgustingly ugly."
Mom and Priya looked at each other in puzzled shock
and Mom asked, "Why? What happened?"
I went on to recount the interview without leaving out
any details. When I explained Singh's line of
questioning about our intimate life, Mom and Priya
gasped, Dads face got red with anger. He pounded his
fist on the desk, causing Mom and Priya to flinch and
yelled out, "Fucking bastard! Who'd think a doctor
could stoop so low?"
Priya hung her head and began to silently cry. Mom,
trying to find some rationale for everything, asked
me, "Could it be that he's only worried about her
reaction and participation in intimacy? You know, her
frame of mind?"
I looked at Dad and then Mom and retorted, "He even
wanted to know if she had a fucking climax! Is that
inquiring about her maturity?"
Everyone in the room gasped in shock. That was the
first time I'd ever said that word in front of my
parents, and Priya was surprised that I had used it
also.
Mom just shook her head in disbelief and said, "I
can't believe it! I just can't believe it."
Dad jumped in with "That's the fucking government
for
ya."
Figuring it served no useful purpose to belabor the
point, I said, "Priya's interview is on Friday at one
o'clock. I think even Paul was taken aback by Singh's
line of questioning because he ended the interview. He
also said that I could be present to ensure Priya's
fair treatment, but I had to sit behind her and not
speak. If I coached her in any way, I'd have to
leave."
At that moment, all of our hearts went out to my child
bride, but Priya wanted no one's sympathy. She looked
up with tears running down her cheeks, and when Mom
put her hand on her forearm, Priya jerked it away and
defiantly said, "This man has only seated my resolve.
I shall overcome this, and Allah will grant me victory
over my enemies, for it is ordained!"
Dad shook his head and softly said to Priya, "I'm
so
sorry you have to go through this."
With a look of steel, she shot back, "Sorry? Don't
be
sorry for me! This is a test of my covenant with God,
don't you dare feel sorry for me. I am an honorably
married woman and I shall defend my honor and my vows
and triumph! What I do with my husband is sanctioned
by God, there is no shame in it!"
She was so hyped up she was shaking. Dad looked at her
with a smile and said, "Damn, little woman! Remind me
never to get you pissed! You're a chip of the ole'
block!"
The tension relieved, Priya looked at Dad and said,
"Don't you see? He's going to try and break me in that
interview and prove I'm a helpless little child, not a
woman in a child's body. He's looking to use me to get
to Sean. The first duty of a wife is to protect her
husband. It won't work."
Dad quipped, "I should hire you on the spot!"
Mom giggled and said, "Yeah, Vice President of
Kicking
Ass!" We all laughed… knowing it and saying it is one
thing, doing it is quite another.
Dinner was pretty subdued, so after dinner and evening
prayers, Priya and I went for a walk and talked of her
interview. We got home around nine. My parents were in
the living room, Mom reading a book in the armchair
and Dad with his feet propped up watching TV. We said
goodnight and went upstairs to bed.
Once in bed, Priya and I didn't speak. She just
cuddled herself in my side, enfolded in my arms as we
both fell off to sleep.
Continued in Chapter 15…
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