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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 19: Things that crawl in the Night (Mg, rom,
cons,
oral)
Both Priya and I awoke to a much brighter morning than
we'd
had in weeks. Priya felt she'd been forgiven, atoning for
her sin by rescuing Haseeba from a fate worse than death.
We had a playful shower, dressed, said morning prayers and
headed downstairs for a nice breakfast.
I knew that Haseeba was on Priya's mind' so I called the
school and called her out for the day. When I sat down to
eat, I told her I'd called her off of school today so that
she could spend it at the hospital if she wanted. I told
her that I had to at least make an appearance at work to
finish getting my office routine in place, but that I'd
drop by later to see her. Dad was glad that I was making an
attempt to earn my paycheck, and Mom was just happy to see
Priya back to her old self again.
I dropped Priya off at the hospital after taking Sarah
to
school and then headed for the office. I picked up the
change of guardianship the lawyer had dropped off earlier
and headed to Radj's office.
I walked in and Radj started to rise but I motioned for
him
not to get up. I pulled out the document and handed it to
him, then reached in my pocket and withdrew my folded
bills. As he looked over the document, he was looking at
the cash as I counted off 1000 rupees and told him, "Sign
it."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you sold your right as her guardian for
100
rupees, and that document turns it over to me. Besides,
what do you care? You've washed your hands of her anyway…
and, you make some cash doing it." I simply replied.
He signed the paper quickly and handed it back as I gave
him the money. I turned, left, and went back to the office,
where I put the signed statement in my safe.
About eleven am, Priya called me asking for my credit
card
and if I could send a driver to pick her up. I asked her
why and she said, "Haseeba doesn't have any undergarments.
I have her clothing sizes and would like to get her some
things."
"Sure," I replied, "How's she doing? Will
she come home
tomorrow?"
"That's why I want to get her some things because
she might
be able to come home today. They taped her ribs, and said
that if she doesn't do a lot of stair climbing her stitches
should be OK, and they'll heal in about a week. She's just
going to be pretty sore until they do though. I might know
for sure by the time the car arrives."
"That's great," I said, "Why don't I
leave here about noon
and pick you up?"
"That sounds great. I see you then, OK?"
"OK, I'll be there about 12:40. See you then, love
ya."
"Love you more! See you later." Click.
Priya's call reminded me that I had failed in my
husbandly
duties, so I called the bank, had Priya added to my
accounts and ordered checks with both our names on them. I
then called the credit card companies and added Priya's
name and requested cards in her name. I thought about it
and felt it would be a good idea if Priya and I could get
in touch with Sarah or Haseeba in the future, so I called
our contractor and had two cell phones sent over. That done
I finished up my office details with Teta, my secretary,
and left the office about 12:10.
I got to the hospital about 12:45 and found Haseeba and
Priya talking while Haseeba was eating lunch. She appeared
to be in good spirits, feeling more at ease with Priya's
nonjudgmental acceptance of her. She suddenly got tentative
when I walked in, but relaxed after I acted like she was
there for some minor illness.
The doctor came in as Priya and I were getting ready to
leave, and told us that because of the circumstances of
Haseeba's admittance, he'd rushed the blood work and the
results were back: she didn't have HIV or any STD's, which
was a big relief to all of us. He said she could go home
this afternoon after a couple more X-rays were taken.
Priya told Haseeba that we were going to get a bite to
eat
and then get her some lingerie and clothes, and that we'd
be back around four. She started to cry and said, "I will
be forever indebted to you for what you've done for me,
and I’ll never be able to pay you back."
Priya kissed her cheek and said, "Just get better
and be my
friend, that will be payment enough." We said goodbye and
left.
Once in the car and on the way to the shopping district,
I
showed Priya the cell phones and she was thrilled about the
idea. We ate a light lunch, and Priya whizzed through some
shops buying Haseeba's things. It wasn't long before she
felt she'd bought enough and we headed to school to pick up
Sarah.
Sarah came out of school and climbed into the limo
without
stopping to speak to anyone, and asked about Haseeba as
soon as she got in the car. Priya brought her up to date,
and showed Sarah all the things she'd bought for Haseeba.
Sarah squealed in delight when Priya gave her the cell
phone and told her we'd gotten one for Haseeba also.
When we got to the hospital about four thirty, Haseeba
was
just returning from X-ray. They confirmed she had two
broken ribs and another two were cracked. I just sat in a
chair in the corner and watched the schoolgirls giggling
over the goodies Priya had bought… women and clothes, who
can understand them?
The doctor came in about fifteen minutes later and gave
Haseeba her discharge slip and instructions and said she
could go home as soon as she got ready to leave, to
everyone's delight.
Haseeba got dressed and came out of the bathroom wearing
and oyster colored salwar kameez. She was a good-looking
young woman. As we got in the car, and I told Haseeba we
had one more surprise, and I gave her the cell phone
saying, "If you are ever in trouble and have to get in
touch with Priya, Sarah or I, you can. I showed both she
and Sarah how to speed dial us and the other functions on
the phone.
In front of all of us, Sarah apologized to Haseeba and
said
she felt the most responsible because out of her need to
protect Priya, she'd been the one to 'dig up the dirt' on
her. Sarah went on to say that because of this, she felt a
huge responsibility to be the one to help Haseeba get back
to normal.
Because she felt this way, Sarah said that she'd talked
with her parents about it and that she'd like Haseeba to
stay with her at her house. Sarah finished by saying, "I'm
going to become a doctor, and you'll be my first patient."
Chuckling, I said, "Look out Haseeba, I hope she
doesn't
break any more ribs when she changes your dressings."
Everyone laughed and Haseeba said, "Please don't
make me
laugh, it hurts to even breath much less laugh." With that,
the girls turned to play with their new gadgets.
We stopped at the druggist and had Haseeba's pain
medication filled, then headed for Sarah's house. Adib and
Salima were waiting when we arrived.
After warm greetings and our salaams, we were ushered
into
the living room to sit. Adib told Haseeba that she was
welcome in their home, but he was serious about a few
things. Telling Haseeba that they were Muslim in faith,
she'd have to eat and act in a way that respected their
faith.
Haseeba told them that although she'd grown up in the
Hindu
faith, she had no real religious feelings at this time and
would obey his rules and try to learn and accept their
customs. Salima reassured her and told her she'd do just
fine and not to worry too much about it.
With that, Sarah told Haseeba that she'd be bunking in
with
her, in Priya's old bed. The girls took Haseeba to the
bedroom to get her settled in, giggling and carrying on.
With the girls out of the way, Adib, Salima and I sat at
the kitchen table and talked. I gave Adib 2,000 rupees and
told him to use it for Haseeba's room and board, and that
I'd give him more next month. He thanked me, saying it was
way too much, but I pushed his hand back saying, "Keep it.
If something comes up, you'll have it. Besides, Priya and I
don't want to burden you unnecessarily." He thanked me and
put it in his pocket.
I told him that I'd gotten cell phones for the two girls
in
case we needed to get in touch with either of them, or if
they needed help, and I gave him the phone numbers. Salima
was grateful and said, "Thank you, Sean, but it really
wasn't a necessity."
I replied, "I did it because I'm still a little
worried
about Haseeba's greasy father." I went on to tell them
about the events that led up to Haseeba's rescue, where and
the conditions we'd found her in. I also told them
everything that she'd cried out in the car, and the fact
that I'd paid a total of $47.00 US for her release.
Salima began to cry and said, "Although India is my
country, there is a scourge on this land because children
are still being sold into slavery for pennies. We can never
be a great country like America until we stop selling our
future like sheep."
Both of us knowing the truth of her statement, Adib and
I
could only sit in silence. About that time, the girls
emerged with smiles, and I told Priya it was time to leave.
Priya hugged and kissed everyone goodbye, we said our
salaams and headed for home.
Once home, we went upstairs, freshened up and said
evening
prayers, giving thanks to Allah for Haseeba's rescue. At
dinner, both Mom and Dad were happy that Haseeba was now in
good hands and that we'd not only reconciled things between
God and ourselves, but also that a life was spared as a
result.
Priya and I agreed and that we could now get on with
life
with a clear conscience. After dinner, we joked around a
little while watching some TV for about a half hour and
then said our goodnights.
We lay there in bed on our backs for about thirty
minutes
with Priya's left hand resting on my hip. Priya was sound
asleep while I thought back to yesterday. Because of my
focus at the time, the visions that I ignored, those of
little girls lying in their filthy cubical-like rooms,
waiting to service a man desirous of child flesh, came
flooding back.
In the past, when confronted with images or stories of
the
plight of children sold into slavery and prostitution in
Asian countries, I had always reacted with revulsion and
sadness. But now, I had partaken of the dish and feasted on
a child myself. I rationalized that thought by telling
myself that Priya wasn't a child, but a pubescent woman. I
bolstered that rationalization by telling myself I wasn't a
'child molester,' but that demon crept back out of the
closet and would have none of it. It taunted me be saying
in my conscious mind, "Oh, but you are!"
I guess to convince myself that the beast was wrong, I
turned onto my side and slowly pulled the sheet back to
view my child bride's nude form. There, the moonlight
flooding through the window bathed Priya's nude form in a
light blue, ethereal light, accentuating her every curve
and fading into shadow. The shape of her shoulders, her
tiny breast buds slowly rising and falling with her every
breath. The slight concave flatness of her stomach
accentuated the slight curve of her hip. I looked down her
slender legs from the slight taper of her thighs down to
her dainty little feet.
Looking back up to focus on her center, I could see the
prominence of her mons and all the shadowed curves of her
puffy labia as they arced downward and faded into darkness
between her legs, her hood barely visible in the shadows.
Willing to concede but not accept my demons taunts, I said
to myself, "She's a woman-child, but more woman than
child."
Goading me, the demon said, "she's an eleven year
old
child, and she's yours. Take her." My gaze moved down to
the foot of the bed, then back up to stop at her face. I
slowly pulled her legs apart and, rising up, I viewed my
bride's sleeping form laid open for my view and pleasure.
Looking down at Priya with her legs splayed open and her
right hand on her stomach, the demon completely took away
my control and possessed my mind and senses.
I was no longer looking at Priya, but Aleeya! Like a
lecherous voyeur, I drank in her form with a hot passion to
consume her! She had the neutered shape of a preschool
girl. Her chest was flat with two tiny pea-sized dots for
nipples with no hips and her slightly convex baby potbelly.
Her splayed legs were spindly like the branches of a
sapling with two tiny buds for feet. Her mons was
predominant right at the precipice with two thin pussy lips
that faded down into shadow. My loins raged like a burning
cauldron!
I sank to my elbows between her legs and with shaking
hands, began to open the petals of her flower. I drank in
her aroma and sighed my delight. I covered her vulva with
my mouth and simply held her there enjoying the feel of
having all of her in my mouth.
I gently began to suck her entire vulva. Releasing her
from
my mouth, I sucked in her right pussy lip only to leave it
for the left. With my tongue flat, I licked up her entire
length to coat it and then began to trace circles around
her hood and her little button peeked out its head. She
rotated her hips upward to feed me more and whispered
sleepily, "Mmmm, That's nice."
She placed her hands in my hair and pulled me tightly to
her, then began a rhythmic rotation of her hips; slowly
upward, down and back up again. Applying more pressure with
just the tip of my tongue, I began to flick her little
clit. She began to pant and breath heavily through her
nose. Her head thrown back, pulling my hair and thrusting
her hips up, pressing her pussy tightly against my mouth.
She was climbing the mountain quickly.
My tongue was getting tired, so I left her clit and
traveled down to her hole, where I thrust it into her as
hard and as deep as I could. She lurched up, stiffened and
shuddered, gasping out "Uuuhhh, God Sean, I love you!"
She shuddered twice more, then fell limply on the bed. I
moved up over on top of her and placed the tool of my
defilement to her entrance. She rotated her hips upward to
welcome me in and whispered, "Yes! Yes, love me Sean!"
As I slowly sank into her, I imagined that little Aleeya
was giving me her innocence, and I could only get about two
inches into her. I don't know if it was my mind playing
tricks on me, or if Priya had contracted her muscles, but I
could only advance about two inches. I began to slowly
piston in and out what I was given. Priya was panting and
working her hips while I began thrusting rapidly in mini
two-inch strokes. She cried out, "More, give me more. I
want you deep inside me!"
In my mind, I was fucking a four year-old girl and was
delirious! Upon hearing Priya's plea, I felt my nuts
tighten into my stomach and roared my ecstasy. I thrust in
as hard and as deep as I could, spewing my seed into her;
one, two, three, four times. When I plunged into her
depths, I had the vision of pushing through Aleeya's cervix
and into her womb. Priya's scream only intensified that
thought of having a near baby impaled on my dick. I kept
shuddering as if trying to give what was long spent.
I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling in
a
daze, hearing Priya's gasps for breath in my ear. I arose,
went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and brought back a
washcloth to clean my wife. When finished and I'd lain back
down, Priya turned and laid her body half on mine and went
to sleep.
I suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of remorse. I
had
used that part of my wife that she'd said was reserved for
our love as a receptacle for my own lascivious and demonic
lust. As I started to silently sob, I heard that voice in
my head whisper, "Child fucker!"
Continued in Chapter 20…
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