Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 11:15:44 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Arranged Marrage (bisexuality/ Authortarian f/M, f/FFF, ff/FFFF)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts committed on a young teenaged Indian girl
first by her husband and later by women. If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Arranged Marriage
By
Jan
What can a girl do when her poor family arranges a
marriage to a rich older man? She was just a teenager of
thirteen when she was told that she was going to marry a
wealthy spice merchant.
The first time she saw the man was when she came to
Karala to make the final bridal price. Ashisma got her first look
at him through the grill that separated the sleeping area from the
rest of their small home. She was both repulsed and freighted
by the sight of such a fat old man. His face was hidden behind
a gray beard. He acted like a pompous ass. He bartered over
the bridal price like he was buying a rug. She hated the sight of
him. He looked even older than her skinny father and his
bulbous gut giggled when he walked.
Her mother was telling her how lucky she was because
she would be carried for the rest of her life right up to the day
of the wedding.
She was dressed up in the finest costume they could get
for the wedding. Henna was used to paint her hands and feet
with religious decorations. Her face was covered in veils. For
her families sake she tried to hide her tears. The pompous ass
even arrived on a painted elephant.
When it came time to return to his home she met his
other wives. They were obviously jealous of a new wife
entering their home. She was bathed and perfumed and readied
for the old man. When he entered the nuptial bedroom he was
in his finest robes. One of the old wives removed his robes to
reveal his fat old body. She was repulsed by the sight of the old
man. He was very dark skinned. Gray hair was all over his
arms, legs, chest and pubic area. The limp penis that hung
along with his scrotum was even darker than his body.
As the fat man approached her he held his penis very
proudly in his hand and skinned back his foreskin. He showed
her his wet prick head as if it were a thing of beauty. All it did
was repulse and frighten her further. He was amused when she
started crying. He assured her that it would not hurt too much
when he entered her and eventually it would not hurt at all.
Once his shaft had become erect the old woman that had
removed his robe held her shoulders from behind her as he
moved between her legs and guided his cock into her virgin
pussy. The pain felt like he was sticking a red hot rod into her
tender young vagina.
By the time he finished ramming his member into her
little slit her hymen had been torn and that purple prick head
had found its way deep inside her. He continued humping on
her for several minutes causing both of them to sweat profusely.
Her hair was soaking wet from her own sweat. Her long black
hair was naturally curly but when it got wet it was a tangled
mess. Mercifully the old fart went to sleep after he ejaculated
in her little cunt. She was left there to cry to herself about the
loss of her virginity to this vile smelly old man.
One of his older wives helped lift up her small little body
and carried her to the wives bedroom where she wiped her
bloody opening with a damp rag and sponged the sweat from
her body. The girl crawled up in a corner and quietly cried
herself to sleep. After that she was continually used and abused
by his other wives. They made her do most of the housework
and slapped her around when she didn't move fast enough to
please them.
For the first few weeks her husband summoned her to his
bed every few nights but this initial sexual interest in her slowly
cooled until one night he let her know it was her turn to sleep
with him again. By now it no longer hurt having him ram his
dick into her little pussy but his sweaty fat body still almost
smothered her when he mounted her. Sweat dripped from his
nose onto her face as he fucked her. This time however he
rolled her over face down and forced his cock into her little
asshole.
She cried out in pain as her sphincter yielded and his stiff
cock entered her lower bowel. He held her by her hips and
fucked her that way for several minutes. She was not prepared
for his anal assault and she could feel that her bowel was not
clear. He was ramming his ugly cock into her stool which
made the whole experience even more disgusting to her. She
was fearful that he might pull out of her asshole and make her
suck his shit stained cock.
When he was done she could not close his legs properly
as she hobbled back to the wives room. Once she arrived there
all she got from the other wives were some rude remarks about
her getting used to it eventually. One of his older wives lifted
her skirt and spread her butt cheeks. She showed her just how
easily her asshole spread open. Ashisma thought she could put
her little fist in the woman's big asshole.
Then one night when she was told it was her turn to
entertain the old man she entered his bedroom and found him
and another man reclining on the pillows on the mat used for
his bed. The other man was younger and had a very feminine
look with makeup on his eyes.
She was embarrassed to have her husband groping her
body in front of another man. He demanded that she remove
her clothes in front of them. She was just a skinny little girl.
Her skin was light with ashen dark skin on the wrinkles of her
hands and the dark places that her husband used to satisfy his
lust. The areolas were chocolate brown and the undersides of
her little breasts were ashen too.
The man found her embarrassment amusing and laughed
at her. Her husband forced her to assume the position he used
to fuck her in the ass. Then he moved behind her and inserted
his blood engorged prick into her dry unprepared rectum. The
pain of entry caused her to cry like a baby. The other man
moved in front of her and lifted his robe and stuffed his un-cut
penis into her mouth. After he ejaculated in her mouth he
pulled his cock out and wiped it off on her face. She lay there
with cum dripping from her asshole and her lips. She didn't
want to look at the two men and so she closed her eyes and
tried to pretend that they were not there.
They sat there drinking tea and smoking dope for a short
while. Then her husband got horny again. His dark dick came
back to attention. Ashisma feared that he was going to fuck her
again. But he turned his attentions to the young man. He
pulled the guy close and lifted his robe and exposed his cock.
He reached between the guy's legs and played with his limp
dick until it was hard and the dark colored head peeked out of
the foreskin. Then he leaned over and swallowed the thing into
his bearded face and sucked noisily on it much to the enjoyment
of both men.
Ashisma thought she was going to be sick watching the
mouth she had to kiss sucking another man's cock. When the
man came and her husband sat up white slimy cum was
dripping from his lips onto his beard.
Then her husband reached between the guy's legs and
rubbed his asshole with his finger. He rolled him over exposing
his dark asshole to his young wife. Then he moved his body
around so that he was reclining behind the guy and he guided
his hard cock into the guy's asshole. He rocked back and forth
as he fucked the man. The smell of two sweaty men filled the
room. When he came in the guy's ass he even kissed him on
the neck. They turned to face each other and kissed each other
on the mouth. With his back to Ashisma she could see her
husband's sperm leaking from the man's ass and running over
his ass cheek.
Ashisma felt sick and ran from the room. When she got
back to the wives room they laughed at her. "Now you know
why he has so few children." they said. "The old fart likes
assholes and cocks more than he likes pussy. So if you want
sex around here you better learn to like pussy also. When your
figure no longer resembles that of a young boy he will stop
fucking you all together and find a new wife."
One of the older wives pulled out her tits and offered her
dark nipples to the girl. She rejected them but one of the other
wives latched on to them and started sucking them. Before
long the women were pared up and were giving one another
pleasure. Ashisma saw them doing all kinds of things. One
was trying to stick her nipple into the cunt of another. One
woman was actually licking the asshole of another much to the
delight of the one being licked.
Ashisma really felt sick and fought off the hands that
tried to pull her into the action. She wanted nothing to do with
these women. She was convinced that if she didn't run away
she would die.
As the weeks passed the orgies got worse. The husband
invited other men and even boys to indulge in sex with each
other as his wives had sex in front of them. They seemed to
enjoy watching women sucking each other's pussies. The
husband enjoyed watching the men getting hard at the sight of
his wives having sex as he fucked a boy from behind.
Ashisma tried to hide from the action but she was being
drawn further into the sex all of the time. One of the younger
wives seemed to like her. She treated her nicer than the rest of
them. When she was forced to have sex in front of the men,
this one at least was gentle with her. When she kissed her on
the mouth she didn't ram her tongue down her throat. Instead
she kissed her tenderly and merely touched her lips with the tip
of her tongue until Ashisma parted her lips and invited her to go
further. The woman's name was Komal.
As time passed they became close friends. It was not
long before the other wives started getting jealous that Komal
and the new girl were avoiding them. They started talking
behind their backs.
One night the two of them were awaken in the dead of
the night and tied up so they could not defend each other or
themselves. Then they were raped with a series of ever larger
objects until both of them were bleeding from their cunts and
assholes.
They were left unsupervised the next day. Fearing for
their lives they cleaned up and packed what few belongings
they had in silk scarves and hid them in their clothing as they
slipped out of the door. They caught a train to Bombay with
what little money they had. When they arrived they did not
have enough money for lodgings and had to sleep in the street.
They were starving and had no way to make a living. They
even tried stealing food one day.
A woman saw them and followed them. When they
slipped into a smelly alley to eat their first meal in a couple of
days they thought they had gotten away clean. It came as a
shock when strong hands grabbed them. The woman
threatened to turn them into the law. They begged her to let
them go. They promised to never do that again.
The woman asked if they were willing to work for her.
They told her they didn't want to do anything against the law.
She assured them that they would not have to steal anything.
"Besides you're both bad at it." She laughed.
She led them back to a second story building where she
fed them and showed them the finest porcelain bath tub they
had ever seen. The woman left them alone to soak in the warm
water as long as they wanted. They soaked there together until
the water got cool and their fingers and toes wrinkled. They got
out of the tub and dried off. When they left the bathroom they
found clean clothes laid out for them. They got dressed and
went looking for the benefactor.
When they found her she was talking to a woman in her
twenties. She was dressed like a dancer in the best costume
they had ever seen. When they approached the older woman
dismissed the younger one with a gentle pat on her behind.
The girls asked what the woman wanted them to do. She
explained that she was the madam of a brothel and wanted them
to work for her. The girls told her that they had runaway from a
marriage to an old man that used them like boys because he like
sex with boys and men. They didn't ever want to have sex with
men again.
The woman smiled, "I know the kind and understand
your feelings. I have not turned tricks in many years myself
because men are such are pigs. Have you ever made love to
women?"
Ashisma debated about admitting that the other wives
had raped her but didn't want to admit that had happened. The
woman saw the look on her face and knew that there was
something left unsaid. She didn't press the subject. She just
offered them a job pleasing women if they liked. When she left
them Ashisma and Komal were huddled close together as they
discussed if they could possibly make a living having sex with
women.
When the woman came back she told them her name was
Kotari. She gathered the two young girls in her arms and
hugged them. Komal was the one to ask what would be
expected of them if they were going to service women.
Kotari kissed them on the cheeks and said she would let
them watch the girls working first. "This floor is for men" she
said as she led them down a hall to a staircase up to the next
floor. She was telling them that she had another entrance on the
other street so that her customers would not realize that she ran
two houses.
She led them to a door that entered a narrow room with a
one way mirror on two walls that allowed them to see into two
rooms. In one room was a girl about twenty-years old dressed
like a dancer and she was dancing in front of a middle aged
woman. The woman was dressed in a linen western business
suit. She appeared to the girls to be a European. As the girl
danced the woman was feeling her legs up. The girl was
gyrating her hips right in front of the woman's face. The
woman lifted the skirt and looked at the dark patch of pubic
hair just before she kissed her on the cunt.
When they heard the door open in the room behind them
they turned to see an Indian woman that was dressed very
nicely in a traditional costume entering the room behind another
girl not much older than they were. This girl was dressed in
hardly anything more than panties and a see threw nightie. The
girl had coffee colored skin with chocolate colored nipples.
Her hair hung down her back almost to the back of her thighs.
The woman unwrapped the material from around her
body. She had on a yellow jersey top with short sleeves and
dark panties. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of
them. Then she pulled her top over her head. Her body was
not all that dark but her areolas were as dark as chocolate. The
hair between her legs was black and so thick that the girls could
not even see the crevice of her pussy. When she bent over to
step out of the panties they had even observed the ring of hair
around the dark opening of her asshole.
They watched as the two of them began kissing and
feeling each other up. The woman squatted over the girl and
lowered her pussy to the open mouth. They were eagerly
sucking each other as Kotari led the girls out of the observation
room. She was telling them that the room allowed women that
wanted to watch for a price and it also allowed her to check on
the customers. She didn't want any of her girls hurt.
Ashisma and Komal had to talk about it for bit but they
didn't want to starve or be sent back to their husband.
Performing sex with each other had been enjoyable however
being raped by the older wives had not been pleasurable and
they never wanted to be hurt. They told Kotari that if she could
assure them that none of her customers would not hurt them or
"force them to do anything they don't want to do" they would
be willing to try doing it for a while.
Kotari beamed as she assured them that they would be
perfectly safe. She gathered them into her arms and hugged
them to her body as she kissed them on their foreheads like they
were her children.
"I have an idea, Why don't we start the two of you off as
a sister act." Kotari said.
The girls looked at each other in puzzlement. Ashisma
asked, "What is a sister act?"
Kotari laughed, "We set up a performance for a select
group of customers willing to pay dearly to watch young girls
having sex with each other. They get a bigger thrill, and pay
extra, if they think the girls are sisters.
Both girls were very nervous the first time they
performed. When they entered the room they were so shy they
hardly looked around the room. They could not bring
themselves to look the woman present in the eye.
They had seen the room before and knew that the room
had a circular podium that was thickly padded and carpeted.
The rest of the room was just as thickly padded and carpeted
and filled with large pillows for the patrons to lounge on.
The first time they only focused their attention on each
other. They hardly even noticed the heavy breathing and soft
words of encouragement. Komal undressed Ashisma like an
older sister and felt her up before undressing herself and
allowing her to feel her up too. They sucked each other's small
breasts and ended the act with Komal mounting Ashisma in a
69 position and sucking her naked little pussy.
When they were finished they practically ran from the
room however with time they became more increasingly
accustom to the presence of the goggling women. As they
made love to each other they started noticing the individual
women present. They saw them masturbating and cuddling up
next to the women next to them. Some would engage in mutual
masturbation as they watched the girls sucking each other's
pussies and occasionally one of them would succumb to the
heat of the moment and go down on the woman next to her.
After the performance the two girls started discussing the
merits of the women in their audience. Some were old, fat and
repulsive to them but some were very attractive. It amazed
them that so many wealthy women of the city had this lust for
the affections of other women.
One day Komal saw a woman in the back of the room
that she was very attracted to. She was a pale blonde headed
woman that looked like a very proper English lady. Komal had
never met a woman that was as fair skinned as this woman.
The woman was fully dressed and relining on a pillow but she
had pulled up her dress and pushed her panties to one side and
was masturbating. Komal was taken by the sight of her pale
white sender legs. She could not tell how tall she was but if her
legs were any indication she must be nearly two meters tall.
When their act came to an end, rather than rush from the
room as they had in the past Komal gingerly walked through
the maze of bodies to the woman and asked her if she could join
her.
The woman had never taken her eyes off of her as she
approached with her arms filled with her clothes. She smiled
and patted the pillow next to her. When Komal reclined next to
her the woman complimented her on her performance. She
laced her long slender fingers through Komal's thick black hair
and pulled her face close to hers and kissed her on the mouth.
Komal started unbuttoning the bodice of the blouse. The
woman pulled her own panties down and kicked her feet out of
them. They didn't bother trying to get her dress off. It was just
gathered around her waist. She was nude from the waist up and
from the waist down. The woman initially wanted to suck on
Komal's chocolate nipples. Komal placed her hand between
her legs and felt the moist blonde pubic hair as she slipped her
finger into her cunt. It was only a moment before those long
pale legs were around Komal's neck and draped down her back
and the English lady was grinding her gushing cunt into her
willing mouth.
Ashisma was shocked to see her friend head into
audience and start making love to the tall blonde. She was
about to leave on her own when she felt a warm hand on her
leg. When she looked down she saw that it was a woman in her
mid forties that was touching her. She was an attractive woman
with caramel colored skin. Her hair was very thick and braded
into a single brad draped over one shoulder. The dark brown
eyes had a soulful look in them as if she were pleading with her
to stay.
Ashisma gave Komal one last look and sat down with her
back against the woman's body. She rested her right arm on the
amble hip and thigh of this woman dressed in a traditional
costume in saffron and white. The woman complemented her
on what a charming child she was. She stroked Ashisma's arm
as she asked her how old she was.
Ashisma never even thought about lying to the woman.
"I'm thirteen-years-old ma'am. Did my performance please
you?"
The woman beamed, "Yes of course it did. How
charming, I have always wanted to have a daughter just like
you."
The woman reached under her arm and toyed with her
hard little nipple on her very small breast. With her other hand
she placed it on her thigh and felt the softness of the flesh. The
fingers sought her warm little hairless shaved pussy. The effect
was that she looked even younger than she really was.
As the woman stroked her vulva Ashisma had a feeling
that she had seen this woman someplace before. Then she
figured out that she looked just like a movie star she had seen in
the cinemas. She hesitantly told the woman that she reminded
her of the movie star.
The woman beamed again. "That is me honey."
"I have seen every movie you have made." Ashisma said.
"What is it like to have those romantic scenes with all of those
handsome men?"
"Honey most of them are assholes with bad smelling
breath. I've fucked a few of them but I would much rather be
kissing a sweet young girl like you."
With that she kissed her on the mouth and slipped her
tongue deep into Ashisma's mouth. It took her breath away.
The woman got on top of her and devoured her body as she
pulled the material of her costume up and ground her hairy
pussy into her tinder vulva. She continued dry fucking her that
way until she felt the woman's body stiffen in the throws of a
delicious orgasm.
Ashisma took a quick look around the room and saw that
the other women were pairing up in groups of twos and threes.
They were all getting undressed and having sex with each other.
The room reeked of perfume, sweat and pussy.
After this first encounter the movie star wanted to see her
again and arrangements were made with the madam of the
house for her to be available when ever the star wanted the use
of her services.
By now both Ashisma and Komal were comfortable
having dates with any woman that wanted to have sex with
them. They would lounge around the lobby practically naked
and flirt with the women that came in looking for sex with a
young girl.
For a price women could even make arrangements for
Ashisma to be sent to their hotel or home by taxi for a night of
sex. She became very skilled at pleasing the sexual appetite of
the women that paid for her service. She saw a lot of fancy
homes and soon developed a desire to live like them.
The Madame became her mentor and set her up with a
bank account. It was her goal to someday live as good a life as
the women that paid for her sexual favor.
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