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 and had atoned 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. 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 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 be 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 at the hospital after taking Sarah to school and then headed for the office. I picked up the change of guardianship the lawyer dropped off 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. I then reached into 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 said.

“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 gave the signed document to Teta to give to our lawyer to be filed with the court..

About eleven, 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 lingerie and clothing. 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 okay, and that they’ll absorb in about a week. She’s just going to be pretty sore until her ribs heal. 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, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be there about 12:40. See you then, love you.”

“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. Having completed those tasks, 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 Priya and Haseeba were talking while Haseeba was eating lunch. She appeared in good spirits, feeling more at ease with Priya’s nonjudgmental acceptance of her. She suddenly got pensive 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 of X-rays were taken.

Priya told Haseeba that we were going to get a bite to eat, 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, I’ll never be able to pay you back.”

Priya kissed her cheek and said, “Just get better and be my friend, that’s 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 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 out her delight when Priya gave her the cell phone and told her we’d gotten one for Haseeba also.

When we arrived at the hospital about 4:30, 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 note 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 an oyster colored salwar kameeze. She was a good-looking young woman. We got in the car and I told Haseeba we had one more surprise. I gave her the cell phone saying, “If you are ever in trouble and have to get in touch with Priya, Sarah or me, you can. I showed her 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 breathe 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 and 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 bunked 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 2000 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 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 U.S. 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 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 goodnight.

We lay there in bed on our backs for about thirty minutes with Priya’s left hand resting on my hip. Priya drifted off to sleep while I thought back to yesterday. Because of my focus at the time, the visions that I ignored 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 fucker,’ but that demon crept back out of the closet and would have none of it and taunted me by saying in my conscious mind, “Oh, but you are.”

I guess to convince myself that the beast was wrong, I turned on my side and slowly pulled the sheet back to view my child bride’s nude form. There, through the window, the moonlight 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 convex 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 every shadowed curve 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 a woman.”

Goading me, the demon said, “She’s an eleven year-old child — and she’s yours. Take her.” I moved down to the foot of the bed and back and came up and stopped at her feet. I slowly pulled her legs apart and, rising up, I viewed my wife’s sleeping form laid open for my viewing 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 androgynous shape of a tiny preschool girl. Her chest was flat with two tiny pea-sized dots for nipples with no hips and her slightly concave baby potbelly. Her splayed legs were spindly-like branches of a sapling with two tiny buds for feet. Her mons was very pronounced and padded right at the precipice with two, fat pussy lips that folded 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 at my delight. I covered her vulva with my mouth and simply held her there enjoying the feel of having all of her fat baby pussy 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, “Mmmm, that’s nice.”

She placed her hands in my hair and pulled me into her and 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 breathe heavily through her nose. With her head thrown back, pulling my hair and thrusting up into 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 in as hard and as deep as I could. She lurched up, became stiff, and shuddered gasping out “Uuuhhh, God I love you!”

She shuddered twice more and fell limp on the bed. I rose up over top of her and placed the tool of my defilement to her entrance. She rotated her hips upward to beckon 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 of 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 twisted 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 the bed on my back and looked at the ceiling in a daze, hearing Priya’s pants 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.”