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 clothes and supplies Priya needed to start school.

It was six am on Monday morning and I lay in bed thinking of my interview later that morning with Paul Whitford at the U.S. 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 tossing his salad.

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. 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, and I was soon as deep as this awkward position allowed.

I wanted in her deep, hot ass as far as I could get! I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, still impaled. With Priya lying 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 intake a breath loudly on the upstroke and exhaled 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 as it pulled and stretched to the limit as I took her.

Her ass was on fire and she was panting and grunting in rhythm, and 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 to come together. Tell me when you’re close.”

I was violently slapping my balls against her pussy like a mad man and grunting when 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 final thrust, buried myself as deep as I could holding her to me and started to shoot off in her bowels with an “Aaahh.” Priya felt me spurting and squeaked out “Oh God, Sean! I’m cumming!” 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 and over her 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.”

“Okay, but can we play wee-wee too? You know I’m a nasty little girl.”

“Yes my pee-pee harlot, let’s go play water sports.”

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 strand 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 it’s 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 spasmed 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 comes calling I will response likewise.”

“We’ll see,” I replied, “we’ll see…”

We showered, dressed prayed and when down to breakfast. Dad was quiet and reserved and said, “I hope everything goes well today. Good luck, you’re going to 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 at me, then at Priya. Priya must have had that ‘just thoroughly fucked’ look because 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 back, “I’m not a bimbo; bimbos have big boobies.”

After the joking subsided and we finished breakfast, I got ready to leave. I double-checked all the paperwork to make sure everything was completed and all there along with the certified check, and then 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 9:45, 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 U.S. 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 to begin his repartee´ of mind games and after 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: time line of events, personal information about me, about her such as her favorite color (pink), her favorite food (lamb), her relatives and how we’ve 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, scared 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 an 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 on my or Priya’s armor. He tried to pry into intimate areas by asking how she was in bed, was she responsive or scared. He even had the gall to ask if she’d climaxed.

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 is our own business, but 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, “Thank you, 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 by then.”

Paul looked at me and said, “Sean? Is that okay 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 out of 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 okay with everyone?”

Singh nodded and I replied, “It’s fine with me, we’ll be here then at one sharp.”

With that, we stood, 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! Then, like a tapeworm eating into my brain, that demon poked its head out and whispered in my mind, You’re not the only one curious about child flesh. I shuddered. I was angry with a man who had given me a clear, open reflection of what I felt inside and tried so desperately to deny.

I got home around 2:30. 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 you.”

Figuring it served no useful purpose to belabor the point, I said, “Priya’s interview is on Friday at one. 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 feel 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 off 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 in Charge of Kicking Ass!” We all laughed. Knowing and saying it is one thing - doing it is 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.