�>�Life Of An Indian Wife Part 3 Disclaimer:All characters are real and no
names have been changed even though I am not directly involved in this
story but this account was given to me by the women concerned. This story
is still going on at the time of writing. Slowly my mind cleared and I
realised that it was way passed my school time, this was confirmed when I
checked the clock beside my bed, I was late by more than one hour and my
mom did not wake me up. Then it hit me, may be mom was still in the room
next door so I quietly tip toed to the wooden partition and peered through
the gap, surprisingly my cousin's room was empty. After brushing my teeth
and changing my wet panties I put on a salwar kurta(indian dress) and went
downstairs to get something to eat.When I entered in the kitchen all
thoughts of food just evaporated because the scene in front of me was again
some kind of nightmare. My mother was standing by the sink trying to wash
dishes, normal enough but she was topless her bra and blouse lay at her
feet, her saree was not covering her top half either. She was a little
bent at the waist and was pushing back on the cock which was fucking her,
there was no indication that it was a rape because she was moaning and
begging the man to fuck her harder. Her saree and peticoat was again
bunched up on her waist and I could see a black strong male hairy ass
pistoning away. That man was completely naked , I half expected it to be
Ashu but he was sitting naked in one of the chairs with another naked boy.
Then I recognized the other two chaps one was Rakesh and the other was
Suresh his friends, even though both of them were 3-4 years his senior but
they were in the same class as both of them had failed this class and the
previous one twice. Rakesh was fucking my mother and Suresh was sitting in
a chair facing me slowly jacking of his limp cock as he looked at me and
gave me a smile, there was no pretext of hiding his privates instead in his
eyes there was an excitement and in a way he was inviting me. Ashu got up
and stood infront of me with his semi hard cock and asked "So my dear
sister wants some of this is it?". I recoiled in shock and ran away to my
room, while Ashu and his friends laughed. Once inside my room I started
crying, to be honest I did not know what else to do. My mom has been the
only good thing in my life uptil now but she was not the women I had known,
one moment she was begging my father no to humiliate her and the next she
was letting teenagers use her as a common street whore. Even though I was
quite inexperienced yet it was plain to see that she was enjoying it.
Thinking about this I kept crying and slowly drifted to a troubled sleep. I
had weird dreams where my father and brothers were mythical monster
devouring me, raping me and my mother egging them on. I dont know how long
I slept but my sleep was broken very gently by a sweet voice and a
reassuring hand in my hair. From somewhere far I could hear my mom saying
in her lovely voice -�Get up dear, you did not eat anything today. Look I
made something for you, get up and have it before it gets cold -�. For the
first few moments of my consciousness everything was normal, my doting mom
was waiting on me.Slowly I opened my eyes with a smile and wham everything
came back to me like a nausea , the warm feeling disappeared specially when
I looked up towards my mother. She was standing there with a plate in her
hand. She was made up like a indian bride with all the gold ornaments,
nose ring, big ear rings,gold bangles, heavy necklace, waist chain,ankle
chain, teekka(worn on the head) etc. Only thing missing was her bridal
dress for that matter any dress, yes she was completely naked not a stitch
of cloth. She was trying to smile but it was one of those forced smiles
and I could clearly see sadness in her eyes. -�Get up beti(daughter/dear)
eat something, you have been through a lot since yesterday at least have
something otherwise you will fall sick. -� said my mother with the same
genuine concern which I had seen umpteen times since child hood. Till this
day I don -(TM)t know what came over me in that instant as I hit the plate
in her hand which went crashing down on the floor. I shouted or cried but
I said -� get out you whore you are no mother of mine. I don -(TM)t want
to be called your daughter. I don -(TM)t want anything to do with you get
out get out. Why don -(TM)t you just die -�. She did not say a thing
except slowly crumple down on her knees and cry with her face in her hand.
For the next 15 minutes or so only thing heard in the room was sobbing
noises and my crying. When my hysterics had stopped a little I heard a
faint whisper -�Please darling you must understand me, you must have pity
on your mother, if you hate me I will not be able to live, please listen to
what I say patiently and then make your decision. -� -�What can you say
that will make any difference you slut, I saw everything how you behaved
like a kutia(hindi female dog). Just like the kutiya on the street you let
ever stray dog breed you. Do you do the same thing when I am at school. -�
I could not control myself all my anger and frustration were thrown at my
mom. Again instead of reprimanding me she slowly started speaking -�you
are correct I am a kutia but who isn -(TM)t. Can you name one women who
hasn -(TM)t got fucked by men against her will at least once in her life.
Do you think marriage means safety from forced sex, every women has been
coerced forced or raped by their husbands one time or the other. Why did
God make us feminine? , why did not God make us muscular like men?
Because we were never supposed to compete with the men, we were supposed to
serve them and breed with them and nothing else. All the other things that
you see are just facade. I know it is hard for you to understand I was the
same at your age until the day my father sold me to an old
thakur(landowner/influential man of village) in lieu of his debt. God did
not save me when that old man kept me locked in a room and raped me
repeatedly. The more I tried to protect my virtue the more thrashing I
received. Until one day I stopped fighting and that day I did not get a
beating, you tell me was it wrong to protect my life. The next time Thakur
came for me I spread my legs for him and let him do whatever he wanted with
my body. If truth be told he had bought me from my father so I was his
property, that day he gave good me food instead of leftovers and scraps, he
even allowed to me to take a bath. From then on I started welcoming him
and the more I satisfied his needs the more freedom he gave me. Now think
for yourself if I had resisted would I be alive today. That day I knew God
has made women to serve men and nothing else. -� At this point she stopped
and looked at me there was tears in her eyes and I was now speechless and
shocked with an expression of incredulity on my face. I knew she was
telling the truth but the truth was so far off my life and experience it
was like a bad story. When I was able to speak I asked -�What about dad,
did he rescue you from that old man? -� My mother smiled but it was a
sarcastic smile and then she said -�Hardly my dear, I lived with that old
man as his Rakhail(mistress/kept women) for nearly two years and yes I did
everything he wanted me to do and tried to enjoy it as much as possible.
Then suddenly one day that old man was dead and his sons who hated my guts
had me thrown out on the street, when I went back to my family they said I
was a shameless bitch to come back after what I had done. According to
them I had brought disrepute to my family. So there I was with no money no
man to protect me and nowhere to go with little education. I wandered for
from village to village for couple of months sleeping under a tree and
eating out of garbage. Hope you never have to go through this my darling
but remember in this world without a man this is what happens to a women.
This is how lord almighty has made it. Kids used to stone me and call me
pugly(mad women). One day I decided to end my life and jumped in a river
hoping to drown. Next thing I remember was strong arms pulling me and
saying something I did not understand. Somebody saved my life but I did
not even know what language he spoke in and I passed out.