Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 112

Tiya’s and my honeymoon week came to an end and she proved to be a very amorous young woman. It was probably her age. At thirteen, she’s into puberty, her hormones are raging and it seems she walks around with a juicy pussy all the time. I remember Priya was the same way. Tiya took to anal sex like Priya and Monaavi did. Her anus was unusual in that when she pulled back on her legs and spread herself open, her anus opened up to reveal a half inch open hole. She never felt any pain whatsoever upon penetration. Leeya’s puberty, on the other hand, sort of snuck up on her. She was always amorous, but not as ravenous as Priya. Now that she’s pregnant, she’s a swelling little horn dog.

Being six months along, I thought Leeya was beautiful pregnant. Her breasts had grown a bit and she now wore an A cup bra, but her breasts were still tubular in shape. She had a cute little baby pot the size of one of those miniature watermelons. From the back, she didn’t look pregnant as all. Miko looked like a carbon copy of Leeya with her tiny swelling belly. All three women glowed, but Monaavi was the epitome of pregnant beauty. She was born to have babies and was in her glory. Being a little fuller figured she didn’t show as much as Leeya or Miko, but one could tell she was with child.

Tiya really surprised me though. She was always quiet and reserved, except for her occasionally letting loose and coming up with some zany remark. She was very shy at first, but by the end of the week, culminating with our first family night with everyone present, she was a completely different person. She embraced her role as my wife and felt no compunction about initiating sex or telling me exactly what she wanted.

I gave Miko a playful spanking in front of everyone for giving Tiya the dildo to practice on. I couldn’t punish her too harshly because Monaavi, the oldest wife and mediator, asked, “Well, what were the results? Did it help her with her first blowjob or not?”

I smirked and Tiya said, “You better believe it! He got his letch off real good! After he darn near drowned me, he fell back on the bed in a daze it was so good.”

“Well, Sean, there you have it,” Miko put in. “You should be thanking me, not spanking my little tushy.” She added while rubbing her butt cheek, “Owie that hurt”

“Who bought that toy anyway,” I asked looking at the three Sapphites.

Miko had her head down giggling and raised her hand. I then asked, “What do you girls actually do when you share your time alone?”

Leeya giggled and answered, “Miko bought a strapon and we use it on her. You know she’s submissive and Priya and I take turns pretending we’re you and fuck her with it. She really gets off when one of us fucks her ass with it and the other is sucking her pussy. My God, does she ever squirt! We just love drinking her cum!”

Monaavi and I shook our heads with a grin and Tiya was looking at the three of them in wide-eyed disbelief. Tiya shook her head saying, “And here I thought I was horny!”

Priya smirked and asked me, “Did you see what a pretty pussy Tiya has?”

I nodded with a smile and remarked,” I sure did. It’s a toss-up as to whose is prettier: hers or Miko’s.”

The girls had to take a vote and Tiya sat embarrassed next to Miko with her legs splayed open as the others compared vulvas. Leeya reached over to open Tiya’s labia and Tiya slapped her hand with a smile saying, “That’s Sean’s pussy, don’t touch.”

Everyone giggled. Tiya peeled open her peach and it was decided that Miko still had the prettiest pussy because one of Tiya’s inner lips was a tad longer than the other. But they assuaged Tiya’s feelings by proclaimed her nipples to be the cream of the crop. Tiya gained her first nickname when Monaavi called her the Puffy Princess. Tiya arched her back and thrust out those delicious morsels with pride. I think the girls knew that Tiya was self-conscious about her lack of breasts and her funny shaped, puffy nipples. By giving her praise, she no longer felt ashamed of her chest. After that night, Tiya never felt self conscious again. In fact, she’d use it as an asset to get me going.

The girls wouldn’t let up on her and wanted to see a demonstration of Tiya’s foot job. Everyone thought it was a hoot to see her spread her long toes around my shaft and stroked me. Then, Miko teased her and said, “Hey Puffy, why don’t you show us how well you suck dick?”

Tiya blushed and nodded as she moved between my legs. She put on a performance as everyone watched her swirl her tongue, Miko style, and she had me going in no time flat. Miko put her hand on the back of her head and gently pushed. As she did, she instructed Tiya saying, “When you feel the urge to gag, swallow and gently push forward. Tiya heaved the first three times, but on the fourth, my dickhead slid into her throat. Leeya’s eyes went wide in disbelief and exclaimed, “Holy cow! She did it! Shucks, now I’m the only one that can’t swallow Sean.”

Tiya pulled off my cock with a gasp and she had saliva dripping off her chin. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand with a big smile and Miko told her, “Great job, Puffy. Now, when you get him into your throat, just gently push down some more and you’ll take it all. Once he’s completely in your throat, lick the underside of his dick as you swallow. When you swallow, you’ll squeeze his dick with your throat muscles and you’ll send him into orbit.”

Tiya nodded and went back to work. She had two false starts then she took me into her throat and started swallowing as she slathered the underside of my dick. The feelings were too intense and I groaned out “Oh God, I’m cumming!” and shot off straight down her throat.

Tiya pulled off with a gasp and exclaimed, “I did it! I made him cum and I could feel him shooting off down my throat!”

Priya gave her a light pinch on the nipple and quipped, “Well girl, you just earned another nickname: Puffer Fluffer!”

Tiya blushed and Monaavi smirked and said, “Yeah, but now he’s shot for half an hour or so. He’s got a dead dick. What do we do now?”

Miko smiled and quipped, “I could use my strapon on you.”

The girls giggled and Monaavi chortled, drew back and replied, “You wish, Samurai Slut. Sean, it looks like you’re gonna suck my mini dick and make me squirt. You three can do whatever you lezzies do. Puffy, you got yours, so either you get him back up and ride him, or it looks like you’re the odd girl out.”

Leeya sprung from the bed and as she put her robe on said, “Oh goody, goody! It’s my turn to wear the dick!” and quickly left to retrieve the toy. Tiya was enthralled as she watched Miko and Priya start making kissy face and playing with each other’s breasts. Monaavi nodded towards them and said, “See? They’re shameless sluts: all three of them.”

Tiya, after thinking of Monaavi’s arrangements commented, “Sean got his, but I didn’t cum. What about me?”

Miko took a moment in between kisses to tell her, “You can join us, or it looks like you’ll have to jill off until you can get the letch back up.”

Tiya seemed surprised because I guess she’d never touched herself before and replied, “Oh. Well, I’m certainly not ready to do it with a girl, so it looks like I’m the fluffer, right?”

Everyone looked at each other thinking the same thing. Tiya didn’t say she didn’t want to do it with a girl, she just said she wasn’t ready. Hmm, I thought, I wonder when I’ll see one of the others eating Tiya’s tasty peach? Tiya didn’t realize she’d possibly made a Freudian slip.

Monaavi broke the silence and told her, “Well, get fluffing girl, ‘cause I’m getting my dick sucked.”

Priya and Miko went back to doing their thing and Monaavi climbed over me, straddling my face. Tiya crawled back between my legs and with one hand, took my cock in hand and started to suck me while she slid her other hand between her legs.

Having just cum, Tiya’s mouth and tongue action felt wonderful, but G.I. Joe wasn’t ready to stand at attention yet. Leeya returned and quickly donned the strapon and climbed onto the bed, with that dildo swinging in the breeze.

I kind of laughed into Monaavi’s pussy when I saw Leeya smack Miko’s ass, ordering her, “Roll over, Pretty Pussy, assume the position and present me with your ass.”

She did it with such authority, she sounded little a tiny, pregnant, Mistress. Miko rolled over and hooked her elbows behind her knees and lay spread open from asshole to appetite. Priya climbed onto Miko’s face and ordered her, “Suck it slut; eat my pussy like a good little girl!”

Leeya was no slouch either and ordered Priya, “Suck my dick, Priya.”

Priya bent over and started to suck on Leeya’s rubber dong. After a few minutes, Leeya said firmly, “That’s enough, Sister. I want to fuck our little slut.”

When I saw Leeya push that dildo into Miko’s upturned ass as Miko grunted into Priya’s chocolate pussy, and with Tiya’s talented tongue, I got hard — real fast! Tiya didn’t waste any time taking advantage of a hard, throbbing dick and quickly straddled my hips. She seated me to her back door and slowly slid herself down on my cock and didn’t stop until she was sitting on my thighs. She started to fuck her ass on my cock as I sucked Monaavi’s throbbing appendage. Tiya must have brought herself to a simmer because she was soon panting and bouncing. She tired and I took over, thrusting up into her colon.

She leaned over and put her head on Monaavi’s shoulder and embraced her as I thrust up into her bowels. Monaavi was surprised at first, but since Tiya wasn’t doing anything sexual, she embraced Tiya as they both climbed the mountain. That was the first time I’d seen Monaavi do anything with one of my wives.

Miko was chanting a muffled “Yagate, yagate” in between breaths with her face buried in Priya’s snatch. Priya leaned over and put a lip lock on Pretty Pussy. Soon after, Miko came; squirting into Priya’s sucking mouth. Then Monaavi lifted off my face after she’d squirted her pleasure into my mouth. Tiya was next and she slammed her ass down on my cock hard, burying me inside her to the hilt and started fluttering her rectal muscles. That set me off and I gave her what I had left in three short spurts. Leeya was still pumping Miko’s ass and grinding her clitty against the harness. Priya kissed Leeya, sharing Miko’s cum and that set Leeya off as she thrust into Miko’s ass to the hilt and came.

Afterwards, everyone was fucked out and sprawled out recovering. The only sound that was heard was six people panting, trying to get their breath back. The silence was broken when Miko giggled and said to Tiya, “Boy girl, I never thought you’d be such a slut! You’re just like the rest of us, aren’t you?”

“Well,” Tiya answered, “I have an excuse: you taught me.”

The girls giggled and Miko replied, “Yeah, but in your ass? You are a nasty little wench, aren’t you?”

Tiya gave as good as she got and retorted, “Me? What about you? Eating Priya’s pussy while Leeya fucked your ass with a fake dick! It seems to me you’re the real slut here, you pussy slave.”

“Well,” Miko rebutted, “at least I don’t have to use my toes to get my husband off.”

“Oh yeah,” Tiya came back with, “you’re just jealous ‘cause I can get him off in a way you can’t; not with those little nubs you call toes.”

Everyone burst out laughing. Miko just went “Humpf.”

After a good laugh, we headed to the bathroom. The girls took turns as I showered with three, then two of them. It was crowded in the four-by-four stall, but cozy. Returning to bed, I scooped Miko up and cuddled her into a spoon and said, “You did well teaching Tiya, Darling.”

She giggled and snuggled into me and replied, “Thank you, Master.”

Leeya slid in behind me; Priya spooned in behind Leeya and fondled her breast. Tiya snuggled up behind Monaavi and took hold of her shoulder. I said to my saucy, loving wives, “I love you girls with all my heart” and Tiya answered, “And we love you more.”

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I had taken Hibbah in for her final medical exam and Dr. Clayborne said she was healing perfectly and gave her a clean bill of health. They obtained some 3D images of Hibbah’s stump using spiral X-ray CT scans in order to custom fit the prosthesis socket of her new prosthesis.

Susan said that a prosthetist custom designs the interface (socket and frame) then custom makes her socket by hand. The socket (the part of the prosthesis that the stump fit into) is the most crucial part of the prosthesis.

Dr. Clayborne gave Hibbah two prosthetic socks that fit over her stump. She said that when she gets her new leg, she’ll wear one of these over her stump then the socked stump will fit into the prosthesis socket. She said that it was a new design and was called an ultra cushion gel liner sock. It was made of cotton, nylon and Lycra and coated with a proprietary gel to cushion and protect the below knee (trans-tibial) amputee’s stump from prosthetic socket friction, abrasion and pressure. For her first prosthesis, Dr. Clayborne recommended a 5-ply sock to start with because it provided more cushion for her first prosthesis. When she gets her second one she can use a 3-ply sock because her stump will have toughened up and she would no longer feel any pain.

Also present was a prosthetist from a company in Bethesda, Maryland called Biomechatronics. Susan told me that she took the liberty of having this company manufacture Hibbah’s prosthesis simply because I was rich and could afford it. She said, “Our natural feet act like springs and give us the lift and forward push needed for forward or backward mobility. A normal, regular prosthesis is hinged and will move like a foot, but won’t give that spring-like push forward like a normal foot would. When walking, there is no "lift" or "push" forward from the prosthetic foot, which leads to a violent, uncushioned impact on the forward foot. Because of this, an amputee has to work harder, might have a noticeable limp and is essentially handicapped. As a result, 70% of all amputees end up with hip and back problems. We orthopedic surgeons have the feeling that we have failed a patient when we cannot save a limb and have to amputate it.

“Mr. Jim Thompson here is a prosthetist that will fit Hibbah with what is, believe it or not, an actual, real bionic foot. I will now turn this over to him to explain this new, revolutionary and magical prosthetic device.”

We introduced ourselves and Jim said, “Sean, let me explain each part of this bionic prosthesis or iFoot™. This prosthesis is actually a very high tech, computerized device. First, the most important part is the socket. We have designed what we call the ComfortFlex™ socket. It is made from soft, flexible plastics and is ideal for young amputees. Many kids with both upper and lower extremity amputations play sports such as soccer, baseball and even run track. Let’s face it; no matter how advanced an artificial limb is, if it’s not comfortable and hurts to wear, the amputee won’t wear it.

“The socket is held in place with a computerized vacuum system we call V-Hold™. It is actually a miniature microprocessor that makes instant and automatic adjustments to vacuum pressure. Its advanced suction adjusts to movements such as turning, twisting or walking on uneven ground. The V-Hold™ microprocessor monitors the socket vacuum signal and makes real-time adjustments to the suspension to accommodate changes in activity, walking speed, terrain and even barometric pressure. This technology also improves the socket fit for lower limb amputees providing better balance, stability and control. In addition, the V-Hold™ provides optimal suspension vacuum to maintain uniform residual limb volume throughout the day, minimizing pressure points and protecting the health of the limb. It uses Bluetooth technology to give accurate, real-time feedback to the user’s clinician.

“Now, for the foot itself. With microcomputer technology, we were able to design a computer controlled, servo-motorized ankle. It will not only provide all the lift, spring and flex a normal foot would, it actually will be stronger and more powerful than her normal foot. Just to give you an example, a sprinter from South Africa wanted to participate in the regular Olympics, but was an amputee. After the IAAF governing committee reviewed the data on his bionic foot, they declined his request to compete saying he had an unfair advantage over the other athletes, and to use their words, was “affecting the purity of the sport.” Imagine: an amputee having an unfair advantage? That speaks volumes to our product. Not to mention, like any other computer system, it is fully upgradable.”

I asked Jim, “Okay, you’ve totally floored me with all of this and it sounds like something out of a science fiction movie, but what’s the cost on this package?

“I’m telling you, Sean, science fiction has met reality. This is a fact and it works! As you might imagine, it isn’t cheap. In ballpark figures, a new iFoot™ for Hibbah will cost in the neighborhood of $50,000.”

“Okay then, let’s do it,” I answered.

I explained to Aziza and Hibbah, as best I could, in simple terms what Hibbah was going to receive. Jim then proceeded to fit Hibbah for the computerized socket that would attach Hibbah’s prosthetic foot to her stump.

For the next two weeks, I worked half days and came home to work with Hibbah on her crutches. I’d gone to a medical supply house and bought her some thicker crutch pads. Hibbah was now walking without any difficulty and could even stand on one leg and still maintain her balance.

The day for her fitting finally arrived and she was anxious, but a little afraid. Everyone at home tried to reassure her that everything would work out alright. I found out the fitting process for the prosthesis was very detailed and time consuming. The whole time I sat in a chair off to the side, letting Aziza be there for her daughter as they fitted her. Hibbah’s prosthesis socket was already made and Jim was very meticulous about making sure the fit was absolutely perfect.

He was also just as careful about getting the length exact. Jim said that Hibbah’s center of gravity, her balance and the way she walked would be greatly affected if they didn’t get it exact. He also said that because Hibbah was still growing, she’d need a new foot when she outgrew the existing one by a maximum of one centimeter.

Jim measured her foot with a complicated contraption in order to get the corresponding foot size with her right foot. I asked about a life-like foot with toes and he said that it could be done, but it would be expensive and involve a lot more extra work: some of it they couldn’t do at their factory. Making the prosthesis wasn’t a problem, but they were more into functionality that aesthetics. I asked him what needed to be done. I was going to make sure I kept my promise to Hibbah.

For the best results and for the prosthesis to be truly life-like, I would have to take her to a company that did digital imaging and made realistic models for movies and video games. Once they had digitized her right foot, they could digitally reverse the image and make a life-like model of her left foot, from which a true-to-life outer shell could be manufactured.

Aziza and Hibbah were clueless as to what we were talking about, so I explained the situation to them. I told Hibbah, “Well, Sweetie, it looks like you’re going to get two new feet. Today, we’ll order a normal prosthesis that is made of an aluminum post with a fake foot that will accept a matching shoe. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t think you do either, because we want you to start walking as soon as possible.

“In the meantime, we’ll go to another place where they will make a model of your left foot, with toes and all, and we can then have your life-like foot made. But you’ll have your other foot you can wear and learn to walk on while the other one is being made. Is this acceptable to you, Hibbah?”

“Yes, Sean, thank you. Thank you so much for everything. Yes, I want a foot as soon as I can get one. I don’t care if it doesn’t have toes. I just want to walk again.”

So that’s what we did. The average cost for a normal, below the knee prosthesis is between $8,000 and $10,000. Hibbah’s came to $59,876. I wrote out the check and Aziza, Jamie and Hibbah looked on slack-jawed as I handed the woman the check. “Great God Almighty,” Aziza said in disbelief, “I’ve never seen someone pay that much money for anything before like it was nothing!”

Jamie and Hibbah nodded in agreement. I replied, “Well, Aziza, it’s going to cost a lot more. Don’t worry about it. It’s only money and money is just a tool.”

“Tool or not, that’s a lot of money! More than I could have made in Iraq in twenty years!”

“Welcome to America,” I replied with a chuckle.

Knowing the socket was a perfect fit, we left with the assurance that her new foot would be ready for final fitting in two weeks. We went to lunch afterwards and Hibbah was excited. Now that she could see in her mind that she would walk again, she was chomping at the bit to get started. I explained to her that there was a lot of hard, painful work ahead, but like today, we would take things in stages and everyone that loved her would be there for her.

I had never seen Hibbah’s bare stump. It was always covered with a compression bandage and when she had healed enough, she wore a special sock that fit over it. Later, at home, we were sitting in the breakfast room explaining what the day had been like. They girls were outside playing, but all the adults, except Dad, were there sharing in Hibbah’s joy at the prospects of finally getting her foot.

Hibbah turned to me and asked me, “Sean, do you really love me?”

I smiled and kissed her hand answering, “I’ve loved you from the moment I looked into your eyes, Princess.”

“No matter what I look like?”

She was staring intently into my eyes to gauge the veracity of my response. I looked her straight in the eyes and answered, “No matter what.”

She slid her chair away from the table and said softly, “Then you need to see it. You need to see my stump.”

I gently squeezed her hand and she turned to look at me and I replied, “Hibbah, you don’t need to do this, you know. Everyone here will see it. If you’re not sure, you don’t have to do this.”

She smiled at me and said, “Yes I do. I need to know that no matter what, you won’t push me away or think I’m ugly.”

“Sweetie,” I reassured her, “there’s nothing in this world that will ever make me believe that you’re ugly or not worth loving.”

She smiled with tears spilling from her eyes and nodded silently. She let out a heavy sigh and began to remove the sock. As she pulled the sock off to reveal her naked stump, everyone gasped, but she kept her eyes fix intently on me for my reaction. I immediately started to cry as I looked at what was left of her lower left leg and thought about the ravages of war and the toll it had taken on this little waif. Her loss and scars would always be an ever constant reminder of the insane stupidity of powerful men who made decisions that affected the lives of countless victims, while they lived their lives removed from it all. To them, people like Hibbah were a meaningless statistic called “collateral damage.”

Looking at her bare stump, for the first time since meeting her, the full impact of her foot having to be amputated hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost wanted to vomit looking at the carnage our country had wrought upon this little girl simply because Bush acted like a Wild West vigilante and wanted payback with Saddam Hussein for the foiled assassination attempt on his father. Hussein was a murderer and a despot, but he was contained and posed no threat to the U.S. It was all so senseless and sickening to see an eight year-old girl suffer while his daughters were living the good life.

Surprisingly, it looked healed and was a little pink. The rounded stub where the amputation was done was neat, clean, and with scars that showed where the flap had been sewn, but because she was so skinny, I could make out the bones underneath the flesh. I gently put my hand behind her knee and lifted her leg. She straightened her leg and her stump stood straight out, pointing right at me. I leaned down and began to lay little kisses all around it and slowly lowered her leg.

I looked at her with tear-filled eyes and said, “You’re still a very pretty princess. This doesn’t change a thing.”

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly and cried. I rubbed her back as I cried with her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as everyone wept with us. From that moment on, whenever she was in the house, her stump was bare, Outside, I was afraid the tender flesh might get sunburned so she wore her sock.

I composed myself and told her, “I need to go find a company that will help make your other foot.”

“You don’t have to, Sean,” Hibbah replied, “as long as I get a new foot, it doesn’t matter if it has toes or not.”

“Ah,” I replied with a smile, “but I made a promise. Remember what I said about promises? We should always keep them and I’m going to keep this one too.”

She smiled, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “Thank you, King, I love you.”

I kissed her forehead and replied, “And I love you too, Princess.”

I went to Dad’s study and booted up the computer. After an hour with my friend Google, I made a few calls and found a company also located in Bethesda, Maryland that makes realistic models for movies. They also digitized live people’s movements for fantasy films and video games. They worked on a Tiger Woods golf game where they digitized his golf swing, his chip shots and putts to make the game realistic.

I spoke to the president, Tom Shriner, and explained what I needed. I gave him the condensed version of what had happened to Hibbah and what I needed his company to do for me. He was ecstatic. He said that he’d not only do it, but do it for free. I told him I was wealthy enough to pay for his services, but he balked and said that if he didn’t do it pro bono, he wouldn’t do it at all.

He said that it would be a great honor for his company and team to work on a project that affected a person’s life instead of making props and special effects for movies. He said that everyone that worked for him would find satisfaction in the fact that their talents would be put to good use making a little girl’s life all that much more richer.

Tom asked for the contact person that was making her prosthesis because he said he needed to know exactly what they needed. After giving him the information, Tom and I set an appointment for the next day at one and disconnected. I returned to the breakfast room and informed everyone of the great news. Hibbah was overjoyed, while Aziza and other the women cried.

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The next day, Hibbah, Aziza, Jamie and I went to Startling Effects. From the moment we arrived, Hibbah was the center of attention and treated like a little queen. We were met by Tom and a group of project people. Each person was head of a specialized process that would culminate in the finished product.

Tom explained to us that they would conduct two sets of scans. One would be a 360° digital laser scan of her right leg from just above the knee and down to her foot. The other would be a scan of her flexing her foot to mimic her foot movement as if she were walking. For this scan, they would put a special sock on her leg with sensors located all over it. As she moved her foot up and down, the computer would record her movements digitally. This scan was needed so that the prosthesis manufacturer could make the moveable joint inside the prosthesis that would serve as an internal ankle and allow the foot to flex like a real one would when walking.

Hibbah was very excited… that is, until she learned she’d have to take her jeans off and have the scans done while she was in her panties. I apologized to her and told her that if I knew ahead of time, she could have worn shorts. She was a real trooper and sucked up her courage like a pro and said, “I’m not afraid. They’re going to see my stump and my panties are a lot prettier that my stump is.”

Everyone got a laugh at her quip and hugged her with lots of praise and encouragement. Surprisingly, both scans were completed in about an hour and a half. Tom told me everyone wanted to drop everything, be a part of this project and get their hands on this to get it done for Hibbah as soon as possible. As far as they were concerned, the movie work could wait a few days. Tom told me they’d have the model complete in about five days and that he’d call me when it was ready. He gave me a CD with the movement scan to drop off at the prosthesis firm. We thanked him and left for home.