TEN LITTLE INDIANS
DEEPA’S STORY
I really hadn’t been looking for someone new but I found her anyway.
It had been late on a Friday night and I’d been out with some friends. I was on my way home and I decided to stop by a coffee shop and pick up something for the trip home.
She was sitting on a stool strumming on a guitar. No one was paying much attention except me. She was there for background noise and little else.
She was of Indian descent, which if you know me, was likely to be the first thing I noticed. I like Indian girls. I like their black hair and their brown skin. I like their dark eyes, and I like their compact frames. You ever notice that you never see Indian girls with big tits? Well, I like that.
I took a sip from my coffee as I watched her play. A card on the stool near her said her name was Deepa. Okay, so far so good. Already, I knew what her name was.
I took another sip from my coffee and I looked at the calendar posted near the door. It said the girl played on Friday nights between 8 and 10. Better, I thought. Now, I knew where she was likely to be.
I watched her for a little while longer. I decided I wanted this girl and I decided I was going to have her.
Some people might think that those kind of thoughts were just so much bravado, that one simply could not possess another person. Anyone who thought that would be wrong.
I work at a pharmaceutical company and at any given time, we are developing new drugs for any number of different uses. It was a drug that the company had developed for use on psychotics that was most important to me. The drug operated at a level even below the hypnotics meaning that a person under the influence of this drug would accept any suggestion, any remark, any command that was given to him, and would incorporate those words into who they were or what they did. A person under the influence of this drug could have his core beliefs altered or maybe even completely obliterated. But trials for the drug showed that the body broke the drug down very quickly and that for it to be effective, patients would have to be kept almost continuously medicated. Because of this, the drug was considered impractical and work was suspended, but not before I had managed to get my hands on a few doses of the drug. I’d already used some of those doses to bend certain young, Indian girls to my will and I was planning to use it again.
I placed a 20 in the girl’s tip basket, making sure that as I did it, she saw what I was doing, and then I left. I wanted to make sure she remembered who I was.
I came in a week later on Friday night and again after I’d finished my coffee, I laid a 20 on the girl and I left.
The next Friday, I came in and I ordered another coffee. I noticed that the girl’s eyes tracked on me and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I knew I had her.
I took a seat and I sipped on my coffee, looking for all the world as if I had stopped in just to listen. To be honest, the girl’s music wasn’t my style, but I wanted her to think I was interested.
I was still sitting at that table when the girl took a break. She went and got a water from the guy behind the counter and then she threaded her way through the crowd, working her way towards me. She stopped at my table. “Mind if I sit here,” she asked.
“Go ahead,” I told her.
“My name’s Deepa,” she said, offering her hand to me.
“Nice to meet you,” I told her.
“I wanted to say thank you.”
I raised my eye brows as if to say I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“You know,” she said. “Your tipping is always so generous.”
“Oh. Well, I know what I like,” I said, “And I really like your music.”
The girl smiled gratefully and nodded her head. “Well, I just wanted to say thanks,” and then she got up and left.
A less artful person might have asked the girl for a date right then and there, but I knew that if I pressed too early, if I made it seem as if there was some sort of quid pro quo, that would be the quickest way to chase her away. I finished my coffee and then I put another 20 in her tip basket and I left.
I did the same thing the next week. I was ready to make my move.
The next week, I came in late. The girl had only 10 minutes left in her set when I ordered my coffee. The coffee house was crowded which was just what I expected so I stood at the back of the place near the door and I sipped on my coffee.
I watched the girl pack up her things. I waited for the girl to get up to leave and then I pulled a 20 out of my pocket. I handed it to her as she went by.
She looked at the bill in her hand. “I didn’t really earn this,” she said.
I smiled at her. “I came in late. My fault for not getting here earlier.”
She seemed to soften a bit and she smiled at me. “Well, thank you.”
“It couldn’t be helped,” I told her. “I couldn’t get here any earlier but I wanted to at least hear the last few minutes of your set.” I finished off the rest of my coffee and then I looked at the stuff she was carrying. “Listen, you need help with that stuff?”
She did have her hands full and she could use some help. As far as she knew, I was a nice guy. She was wrong, but she didn’t know that, so she said yes.
She carried her guitar while I carried her speakers for her. She opened the hatch on her car and pushed the guitar inside. I handed her one of the speakers and she pushed it inside. I handed her the second one and as she took it and swiveled around to put it in her car, I grabbed her and moments later, I had the drug in her system.
Getting her back to my car would have been problematic so I just shoved her into the passenger seat of her own car and I hopped into the driver’s seat and I quickly drove her away. I needed to get her to a secluded place where I could condition her mind.
The girl had already passed out by the time I pulled the car out of the parking lot and that was just fine with me. I quickly drove her to a rest area on the interstate. It was supposed to be closed at night so I knew we’d be there all by ourselves.
I used the smelling salts I’d brought to bring the girl around. “Wh-wh-what happened,” the girl moaned as her senses slowly returned. She had trouble seeing in the dark. “Where am I?”
I turned on the dome light so she could see me.
“You,” she said. “You drugged me.”
I quickly turned the light back off. I didn’t want to draw attention to us. I just wanted to make sure she knew who I was. “That’s right,” I told her. “I drugged you and now, I own you. I own you and you belong to me.”
The girl just groaned.
“I own you,” I said again. “You belong to me.”
The girl groaned again. “I belong to you,” she mumbled. “You own me.”
“You must be obedient to me. You must obey my voice. Any command, any thought, even the smallest of my whims, all of these are important to you. You must obey me. You must do as I say. You don’t have to want to do it but you must do it immediately and without question.”
Even in the darkness of the car, I could see the girl nod so I went on.
“You will keep our relationship a secret. You will not tell anyone, not even subconsciously, about anything that we might do together. You will keep our relationship a secret.”
Again, I saw the girl nod so I went on.
“You will know me when we are together or when we are communicating together. At all other times, you will forget all about me. You will have no knowledge of me. None at all. When we are not together, when we are not communicating, you will not know or remember me.
Again, the girl nodded. So far, so good, I thought. Now, I wanted to take her programming even further.
“Your name’s Deepa, right?”
“That’s right,” the girl mumbled.
“Well from now on, what you want, what you crave, is my cock in your body, and the deeper the better. Deepa likes it deeper. Say it.”
“Deepa likes it deeper.”
“Say it again.”
“Deepa likes it deeper.”
“Good girl. You love having my cock deep inside you. You love having it deeper. The deeper the better. Deepa likes it deeper” Something else occurred to me. “From now on,” I told her, “you love giving blow jobs. You want to suck my cock. You want me to cum in your mouth. You want me to cum even deeper inside of you. Deepa wants me deep inside her mouth. Tell me you want to suck my cock. Tell me you want it bad.”
“I want to suck your cock,” the girl moaned. “I want it so bad.”
I looked at the girl. I’d done everything that I wanted with her. All that was needed was to put her back to sleep. In the condition she was now in, she was still susceptible to any commands that might be given to her, even by me, even if only by accident. The best thing for her was to stay asleep until her body had finally broken down the drug now in her system.
“Go to sleep,” I commanded.
The girl closed her eyes and quickly dropped off to sleep.
I quickly drove the girl back to the parking lot. We hadn’t been gone all that long but already, the parking lot was nearly empty. I parked Deepa’s car near my truck and then I moved her around to the driver’s seat. When she awoke, she’d find herself behind the wheel of her car but in accordance with the instructions she’d been given, she would have no memory of me. She might wonder why she was where she was but she’d just start her car and she’d drive home and just to make sure nothing did happen to her, I drove a little ways off and I watched her car until I saw her car start to move and only then did I drive on home.
I didn’t contact Deepa at all that week although I’d made sure I’d gotten her cell phone number from her so I knew I could. I wanted to wait so wait I did.
I walked into the coffee house the next Friday night. Deepa was there just as I expected, playing her guitar and singing her songs. I knew she saw me when I came in and I knew she recognized me because her guitar suddenly twanged off key as just the sight of me momentarily distracted her but then she recovered herself and she continued with her song.
I took my drink and I went to a seat. I knew she was watching me but I didn’t pay any attention to her. It sounded to me as if she were racing through her songs and I thought I knew why.
She called a break and then she came off stage and moments later, she was standing in front of my table. “Can I sit here,” she asked.
I seemed to think it over and then I shook my head. “No,” I said, “I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so,” the girl said in an almost panicked voice. “Why not?”
“I just don’t think so.” I motioned for her to come closer to me and when I figured she was close enough, I slipped her a piece of paper and I whispered, “but if you want to be with me, you can come to my place after you’re done here.”
The girl took my address and she nodded but I could tell she was still upset as she threaded her way through the crowd and once again, went back on stage. Her first couple of songs seemed a bit rushed. I finished off my coffee and I left and I hoped she would regain her composure once I was no longer around.
Her shift ended at 10:00 so I figured she’d be by soon and I was right. At 10:22, there was a knock at my door, and when I opened it, I found her standing on my doorstep.
Without me there to give her awareness of what she was, she would have had no idea as to why she was doing what she was doing but just seeing me there was enough to refresh Deepa’s memory. She gasped as she got a look at me and then she moaned. She knew what she wanted. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me suck your cock.”
I smiled at the girl. “All in good time,” I told her. “Why don’t you come inside.”
The girl stepped inside and I closed the door behind her.
“Now, why don’t you take your clothes off for me.”
Deepa didn’t bat an eye as she started to undo her clothes. She dropped her jacket right there in my foyer and then she was slipping off her dress. Moments later, she had her shoes off and then she was standing there in just her black, lacy bra and panties. They looked great against her brown skin. She pulled off her bra and she dropped it on top of the growing pile of clothes. Her hands fondled her petite breasts and then finally, she slid her panties down her legs and she dropped them on top of the stack of clothes.
I looked her up and down and I nodded approvingly. I liked the look of her little, brown body. “All right,” I told her. “Follow me.”
I led her to the living room and I sat down in my easy chair. “So you want to suck my cock,” I said.
The girl was practically vibrating with the nervous energy she had inside her. “I do,” she said. “I really, really do.”
I opened my knees for her. “Well, if you want to suck my cock, then you’d better get it out of my pants first.”
The girl knew what was expected of her. She quickly dropped to her knees and then her hands were working at my zipper. She reached a hand inside and then I felt her wrap her hand around it. She’d better get it out of there quickly, I thought, or it was going to get so big that it was going to be really tough to get it out.
She tugged and tugged and then she tugged again. Finally, she pulled my cock free and her hand stroked my cock as she looked up at me. “Can I suck your cock now,” she asked.
“Go ahead,” I told her. “Knock yourself out.”
The girl opened her mouth and then she pushed it down on my cock.
I couldn’t help it. That mouth just took my cock so deep inside it and then she was pulling her mouth back and she took my cock again. I moaned. That mouth was just so fucking good.
Again, Deepa pulled her mouth back and again, she pushed it down. Again, she pulled it back. Again, she pushed it down. Damn, that was good. That was so fucking good.
Deepa pulled her mouth back and then her hand gripped my cock nice and hard. She smiled up at me and then she licked her tongue over my cock. She licked me again, and then she licked her tongue over the head of my cock. My whole body shivered when she did that, and then she did it again. Fuck, that was good.
Again, she pushed her mouth down on my cock and again, she made me moan. She was taking her instructions to heart. She was definitely trying to take my cock as deep as she could.
I moaned again. Fuck, that was good.
I moaned again. That girl was going to make me cum. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum,” I told the girl. “Make sure you swallow it all.”
I’m not sure if she heard me but in the end, it didn’t matter. My cock shot a load of cum deep in her mouth and then I moaned again. Deepa was struggling to swallow down what I’d already put in her mouth when my cock fired again.
To give her credit, she was doing her best to swallow everything I had but there was just too much of it. I shot another load of cum in her mouth and the girl gagged as cum slowly began to ooze from her mouth. She spluttered again as more of my cum leaked out and to tell the truth, I kind of liked it, the view of her little, brown face with my white cum dripping from her mouth. Damn, I liked that.
“Keep working that cock,” I told the girl. “Make sure you keep it nice and hard.”
The girl looked up at me with her deep, dark eyes and then she nodded. She really had no choice but to do what I wanted, and besides, she’d been conditioned to want to suck on my cock. Her tongue licked my shaft and her mouth sucked the head of my cock and I couldn’t help but moan. She was certainly keeping it nice and hard.
“Stand up and play with your tits,” I told her.
Deepa did as she was told, getting up off her knees and playing with her little tits. They were barely more than a handful but I liked them. Her hands played with her little brown tits as the girl watched me watching her.
Deepa leaned over me and she put one hand on the back of the chair I was sitting in even as she brought her body over mine. Her other hand continued to play with her tits as she squeezed first one and then the other of her tits. I could smell her body. She was that close.
“Do you like my tits,” she asked as she squeezed the one and then the other. “Do you like it when I play with them like this?”
“Oh yeah,” I told her. She was going a lot farther than I had expected her to go.
Her hand slid back to the other tit and she squeezed her breast again, letting it slide between her fingers until she was holding just her nipple. She squeezed her nipple and gave it a pull and I could swear she leaned even closer. “Are you sure,” she asked. “Are you sure you like my tits?”
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. This girl was really surprising me. This was way past what I expected.
“Well, I’ve never had a cock inside me before but I’d really like to have yours inside me now.” She squeezed one of her little brown tits for me again. “Would you do that for me? Would you stick your cock inside me. Would you do it for me. I want your cock. I want your cock so deep inside me.”
I grinned at her. “So that’s what you want, huh?
The girl nodded even as she squeezed her other breast for me.
I thought it was funny that she was trying to coerce me into fucking her, especially since that was what I wanted anyway and especially since I could make her do it no matter what she wanted. The funny thing was I had fully expected to fuck her pussy but the way she was behaving had given me a whole new set of ideas.
“I’ll tell you what,” I told her. “Instead of me fucking you, I’ll let you sit in my lap and I’ll let you drive my cock as deep as you want in my pussy.”
I could see the emotions flash across the girl’s face. For a moment, she was disappointed as she discovered that I wasn’t going to fuck her pussy but that disappointment quickly faded when she discovered that I was going to let her impale herself on my cock. She looked at me even as she squeezed one of her little, brown tits and then she nodded eagerly.
“Well,” I told her, “go ahead.”
The girl let out a shy, little smile and then her knees sunk down onto the chair and she reached between her legs. I felt her slide a hand around my cock and then I felt her give it a squeeze and I heard her moan.
“Go ahead,” I told her. “Do it.”
The girl grinned and I watched her lower her body. I could feel her pressing the lips of her pussy against my cock and she stopped for a moment as if trying to get used to that thing pressing against her cunt and then she gave my cock a little squeeze and she was pushing herself lower still.
Deepa’s pussy was tight, very tight, and even with her gently pushing on it, it was clear that that tight, little pussy didn’t want to take that cock. That might have seemed worrisome but the little Indian girl was not going to be denied. She pushed her pussy even harder and she moaned again.
Her pussy was resisting but Deepa was not going to be denied. She pulled her pussy up only to shove it down again and the girl moaned. It looked like there was some pain but again she pulled her pussy up only to shove it down again.
The girl cried out as her pussy took more of that cock and then she was pulling it up. She whimpered a bit but the desire to have that cock deep inside her was overwhelming. The girl shoved her pussy even further down on that cock and she moaned again. Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.
The girl pulled her pussy up again only to shove it down again. This time, there was no pain. There was only pleasure, and the girl moaned as her pussy took that cock all the way inside of her. The girl pulled her pussy up and then she thrust it down again and again she moaned. There was no question about it. She was feeling only pleasure and no pain.
Deepa knew that the feelings were artificial, that they had been placed in her head by me, but that didn’t make those feelings any less real to her. She needed to feel my cock in her pussy. She needed to feel me cum deep inside her cunt.
She put her arms across my shoulders and she looped her hands behind my neck. “Fuck me,” she moaned as she pulled herself up. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh geez. I need you to fuck me. I need you to cum so deep inside my pussy.”
Well, I was certainly going to do that, especially if she kept riding my cock like she was. Damn, she was tight. She was so fucking tight.
She left one hand behind my back even as she brought the other one back to grab hold of her tits. “Do you like my breasts,” she asked even as she squeezed her breasts. “Do you like my tits. I know you do. I can tell. I know you like my tits, so if you do, won’t you cum for me? Cum for me, please.”
She pressed her little, brown tit against my face and then against my lips.
Cum for me, please,” she begged. “Cum for me, please.”
What could I do. I moaned as the cock surged up out of my cock, and then I groaned again as I splashed it all over her tight, little walls.
Deepa knew I was cumming and she loved it. She gurgled happily even as my cock continued to surge.
I pumped more and more of my cum into her cunt and the girl just kept on moaning. Beleatedly, I realized her already tight cunt was getting even tighter and I realized that the girl was cumming right along with me. I thought that was cool.
In time though, she pulled her cunt up off my cock and she rolled backward, landing rather clumsily on the top of my coffee table. She looked up at me with her deep, dark eyes even as she spread her pussy lips for me, and I could see my cum in her cunt. She gurgled happily. “That was so good,” she cooed. “I had you so deep inside me.”
“There’s still some cum on my cock.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So don’t you think you should lick my cock clean,” I asked.
For a moment, it seemed as if the girl was about to let out some retort but suddenly, her face cleared and a big grin crossed her face. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said.
It wasn’t all that much longer before the little Indian girl was sliding face down between my legs and then she was pushing her mouth down on my cock. Her hand gripped it around the base and then she licked it with nice, long, slow licks. I couldn’t help but shudder as she did. That girl sure did know how to lick a cock.
The only problem was she was doing just a little too good of a job at it. Sure, she was licking me clean but she was also getting me hard. With the compulsion that had been placed on her, I don’t think Deepa minded much. She just kept licking away at my cock.
I moaned. “You can stop now,” I told her.
Deepa pulled her mouth off of my cock. I could tell she didn’t want to, but she had to, because I’d told her to do it.
I already knew what I wanted. “Stand up,” I told the girl.
She did as she was told.
“Now turn around.”
Again, the girl did as she was told.
“Bend over at the waist,” I told her and again, she did what she was told.
Looking at her little, brown butt was just what I wanted to see. The rest of her body was brown and small and so was her butt and more than that, her butt was nice and round, too. I liked that.
I stroked my hand over her ass and I liked it even more. I let my hands roam even further and I liked what I felt. The girl had a nice, young butt and I liked it a lot.
I slid my hand between her cheeks and I rubbed my hand against her little, puckered hole. I teased her with my finger, testing her to see how much she would take. To the girl’s credit, she stayed where she was even though I was pretty sure that having my finger in her butt really wasn’t what she wanted.
What she did want was my cock, either in her pussy or in her mouth. I let my finger slip down from between her cheeks and I rubbed it against her pussy. I stroked my finger between her legs and I could feel the wetness between her legs. Her pussy was still wet, both from her own juices and from the leavings of my cock. I pushed a finger into her pussy and just having my finger in there was enough to make her moan.
“Tell me,” I said even as I twisted my finger in her cunt. “Would you like me to have something else in here other than my finger?”
“Yes,” the girl moaned.
“And what is it you want inside there,” I asked even as I twisted my finger again.
“Your cock,” the girl moaned.
Somehow, I’d managed to push my jeans down even as I finger fucked that pussy. Deepa’s answers were just what I expected. I pulled my finger out of that cunt even as I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around the base of her cock. “Well, if that’s what you want,” I told her even as I pulled her body back against mine, “then that’s what you’re going to get.”
Her pussy was nearly on top of my cock. I pulled her down and then the head of my cock was touching her pussy.
“You do it,” I told her. “Fuck my cock with your pussy.”
Still with her back to me, Deepa pushed her pussy down on that cock, moaning even as she took the length of me inside her, and then she was pulling herself up again, just so she could drive herself back down on my cock.
Once she had the motion down, it was almost as if she went into overdrive. Her body moved forward and backward as her pussy fucked my cock and as it did, I continued to run my hands over her ass. I was really liking this.
And if the moans from the girl were any indication, she was liking it, too. She kept pushing her pussy as hard as she could, trying to take as much of my cock inside her, and every time she did, she moaned again. She was loving fucking my cock with her pussy.
I moaned again. If she didn’t watch out, she was going to make me cum again. On the other hand, I thought, maybe that was exactly what she had in mind.
She’d almost done it. I was on the verge of cumming and still her cunt stroked away at my pussy. Almost there, I thought. I was almost there.
I groaned as my cock finally let loose and then I was spewing my cum all over the inside of her cunt. I groaned again. Damn, that felt good. That felt so fucking good. I groaned again. We were definitely going to have to do this again.”
After that, the two of us were both pretty worn out. Deepa offered to lick me clean again but I told her no. She’d have plenty of time later to lick my cock, I promised, so I told her to get dressed instead.
She went to the hallway to retrieve her clothes and she quickly put them on although she kept staring at my cock and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I knew where that girl’s mind was.
“Are you sure there’s nothing more I can do for you,” she asked after she was finally dressed. I think she still halfway expected that maybe I’d let her stay at the last minute.
“You can go now,” I told the girl, “and Deepa?”
“Yes?”
“I want you back here next Friday night after you’re done with your stint at the coffee house, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And make sure you come ready to fuck,” I told her, “because I’m going to take you hard and deep.”
“Just the way I want it,” the girl said and then almost immediately, her face seemed to cloud up almost as if she had wondered why she had just said that.
“Oh, and Deepa. One more thing,” I said.
“Yes?”
“You know all those twenties I put in your tip basket when you were singing at the coffee house?”
“Yes?”
I grinned. “There’s no reason I should be paying you. Not any more. Hell, if anything, you should be paying me, so next time we get together, I want the money back.”
The girl hung her head and I knew that she knew. Deep down inside, she already knew it but now I’d brought it to the surface. She belonged to me now and I could do whatever I wanted with her little, brown body. I liked that.