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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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