TEN LITTLE INDIANS: HEMA’S STORY
“I don’t want to get married.”
I looked at my co-worker. As far as I knew, he wasn’t anywhere close to entering a state of holy matrimony but the solution to his problem seemed obvious. “If you don’t want to get married, then don’t.”
Raj looked glumly at me. “It’s not as easy as that. My parents are already getting ready to come here.”
I still didn’t get it. “And this affects you how?”
Raj shook his head. “There’s this girl from my village back home. She came to America to go to grad school but she’s about to graduate now, and my parents think it’s time I settled down.”
“Ah.” It was starting to make a little more sense to me now. “An arranged marriage?”
Raj nodded.
A lot of girls were going to be real unhappy when they found out Raj was off the market. Raj liked to play the field and he didn’t stay with any one girl all that long. “Well, is she good looking, at least,” I asked.
Raj took a picture out of his wallet and he handed it to me. Other than that, he did nothing at all.
I looked at the girl in the picture. “How old is she?”
“Twenty-one.”
I was starting to get some feeling between my legs. “Is she around here. You met her?”
Raj nodded again. “She’s up at the university.”
“And you still don’t want to marry the girl.”
Raj shook his head glumly.
“I’ll tell you what. She’s a young thing. I’ll bet you you give it some time, you’ll find she doesn’t want to get married, maybe just as much as you.”
Raj shook his head. “You just don’t understand.”
“Give it time,” I told him. “Give it time.”
Of course, it really wasn’t as simple as all that. I pressed Raj for more details on the girl, all the while trying to make it seem as if I wasn’t pressing him for details. I had precious little information about the girl and I needed to know more before I could act.
Finally though, it appeared as if I had gotten all I was going to get without making him totally suspicious so with what little information I had, I set out to formulate a plan and set it in motion.
I still didn’t know all that much about her. Her name was Hema and she was getting a Master’s degree in Computer Science. I had a few other incidental odds and ends but what I really lacked was a way of getting to her.
I was still wracking my brain when the answer suddenly occurred to me and it was so obvious that I was surprised that it hadn’t occurred to me earlier. A few phone calls later and I had a meeting set up and after that, all I really had to do was sit back and wait for the information to roll in.
I work at a pharmaceutical company which makes drugs for varied purposes. One of the drugs we developed was for use on psychotics but in the course of testing, it was found that the drug operated at a level even below hypnotics. Under the influence of the drug, it was found that any suggestion made to a subject became a command, an order, an imperative that the subject simply could not avoid. Deeply held convictions could be wiped aside with just a few words. In other words, the drug was extremely powerful and very, very dangerous.
This, most definitely, was not a drug that I was supposed to have in my possession, but nonetheless, I did have it. I’d managed to procure a few doses which I had secreted out of the facility and I’d used it to bend certain Indian women to my will. I love Indian women, and by that, I mean girls from India. I love their dark skin and dark eyes. I loved their taut bodies and I loved their cute faces, and that was why I was willing to help my friend Raj. I intended to add his fiance to the stable of Indian girls that lived to serve me.
I’d already used the drug in my possession to bring other girls under my control. Now, I intended to use them as my network of spies. I sent them to the university and I had them locate the girl, and once they had her in sight, I had them follow her until they could tell me where she lived and what her schedule was.
The girl lived off-campus. So far, so good. She had three roommates. Not so good. The roommates weren’t around all that often. Better. The girl was most likely alone. Great.
I’d stationed Anitha and Pratibha to watch the apartment and to let me know who was inside. So far, they said, nothing had changed. As far as they knew, she was alone.
I walked up to the apartment with a bouquet of flowers. I knocked on the door. I waited.
The girl, Hema, didn’t open the door immediately. Instead, she asked who it was through the door. Okay, I thought, she’s cautious.
“Delivery,” I called out. “Flowers.”
I saw the curtain move but I pretended I hadn’t. I waited for the door to open. It did and finally, I was getting my first, real look at the girl. Even then, I could have backed off, but that look was enough. I decided I was going to take her if I had the chance.
“Aren’t they lovely,” the girl said. “Who are they from?”
I shrugged. I might not actually be a delivery guy but I kind of figured that a delivery guy shouldn’t be knowing who sent the flowers. His job was just to make the delivery and move on.
The girl reached out for the flowers. “Careful,” I told her. “They’re heavy.”
I could see the girl kind of scoff at my warning which was pretty much as I expected. They weren’t that heavy and besides, from what I’ve seen, a vase full of flowers has to be pretty damned heavy for the girl for whom its intended to not take hold of it.
I stepped into the apartment as the girl took the vase and left the doorway momentarily vacated. “I need you to sign this,” I said as I waved a clipboard at the girl.
The girl looked a little annoyed as she looked back at me. I don’t think she’d intended to let me into her home and truth in point was she hadn’t really let me in her home. Truth in point was I’d let myself in.
The receipt that I’d cobbled together was good enough to look like a receipt from a florist shop, at least at a cursory glance. Hema took the clipboard I’d offered her and she reached for the pen which I let slip from my fingers.
“I’ll get it,” she said.
She never saw it coming. My arm grabbed her from behind and I slapped my hand across her mouth. Before she could do almost anything else, I had the needle in her arm, and as the drug coursed through her system, I could feel her movements getting more and more feeble as the drug took a greater and greater hold of her body.
Her body slumped. The girl had one final gasp, one last spurt of energy, and then her body went limp in my arms.
I took the girl over to the couch and I laid her out. I really wished I could get inside her clothes but this wasn’t the time or place.
I used smelling salts to bring the girl back to consciousness. She was now in a highly susceptible state.
“Hema,” I said. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“You realize you must do what I say. You must do whatever I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“In fact, my voice is very important to you. You must do whatever my voice tells you to do. Whenever you are with me or whenever you hear my voice, you will do as I say. My voice, my orders, my thoughts, my every whim, all must be carried out without question or hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Your voice, your orders, your thoughts, your whims. Yes.”
“There is a special relationship that exists between you and me. It is a very special relationship and it is a secret one. It is a relationship that must never be revealed. What goes on between you and me must never be revealed to anyone, not even subconsciously. You must promise that you will never expose the relationship we have together. You will never reveal what we have together. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I will never reveal the relationship we have together. Yes.”
“Hema, you know me now because we are talking, because we are communicating. You know me as the one who must be obeyed, and as long as we are together, as long as we are talking, as long as we are communicating even non-verbally, you will know who I am. But when we are apart, when there is no communication between us, your memory will cloud and you will have no knowledge of what we have done, but that knowledge will return to you whenever we begin communicating again. You will only remember me when we are together, but you will not have any memory of me when we are apart. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I will not have any memory of you when we are apart.”
Another thing occurred to me. It was only a glimpse that I’d gotten but I couldn’t help but remember what I’d seen when the girl had bent over to pick up the pen. “When you wake up,” I told her, you are going to find that you have an incredible desire to be fucked in the ass. You will not be able to pleasure yourself by fucking yourself in the ass. In fact, you will realize that no one but me can give you the pleasure that you crave in your butt. Tell me you want to be fucked in the butt.”
“I want to be fucked in the butt.”
“Say it again.”
“I want to be fucked in the butt.”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you in the butt.”
There was a sort of a moan and whine in the girl’s voice as she responded to me. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“Finally,” I told her, “when you wake up, you’re going to have an uncontrollable urge to come to me. You will tell no one where you are going. You won’t even know why you’re going. You’ll just go. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I gave her my address. “When you awake, you will meet me there. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I looked at the girl. I’d done all I could do. What she really needed now was sleep to let the rest of the drug drain from her body. It wouldn’t take long. The drug was short-lived and was easily broken down by the body. “Go to sleep,” I told her, “and when you awake, you will come to me.”
The girl closed her eyes and then moments later, she was fast asleep. I picked up the pen and the clipboard and I let myself out of the apartment.
I’d brought Anitha and Pratibha with me just in case I needed their help so I picked them up and I took them back with me, dropping them off at school before I went on home. I’d called in sick to work so I had the day off and that meant I had plenty of time to wait for Hema.
It was a long wait although my clock said little more than two hours had passed but I was anxious. I wondered if somehow, the girl had slipped free from my conditioning. I wondered if something else might have happened.
I needn’t have worried because as soon as I heard the knock on my door and as soon as I had that door open, there she was on my doorstep.
“You,” she said.
It was an expected response. After all, she’d been conditioned to forget about me except when she was around me or when she heard my voice so until she got to my home and until she saw me, she probably had no idea where she was going or why.
I smiled. “Come on in,” I told her and I ushered her inside.
I closed the door behind her and then I led the girl into my bedroom, but I wasn’t going to let her into my bed just yet. “Kneel,” I told her.
I was pleased to see the way Hema responded to my order although to tell the truth, I expected no less.
“Open my belt,” I told her and she did.
“Open my jeans,” I told her and again, the girl did as she was told.
“Pull my jeans down,” I told her and the girl grabbed hold of my jeans and she tugged and pulled on them until she had them down around my ankles.
“Take my underwear down,” I told her and again Hema complied and now, she found herself staring at my cock.
“You ever seen one of these before,” I said and I didn’t really need to define what these meant.
The girl shook her head.
“Well, you’re seeing one now and you’re going to suck on it. Go ahead and suck on my cock.”
The girl was tentative, but it only because she was inexperienced and not because she was resisting. She wrapped a hand around my shaft and then she opened her mouth and then she slid her mouth around the head of my shaft.
She wore her hair in a ponytail which made it perfect for grabbing so that was just what I did. I grabbed her hair and I pushed her hard upon my cock. She gagged a bit at that but then I was pulling her up and almost off of my cock. Almost, but not quite, and then I was thrusting her down again.
The girl was a quick study and she quickly learned what I wanted her to do and after that, I didn’t have to force her mouth down on my cock anymore. She just kept sucking my cock and it felt good. It felt really, really good.
I couldn’t help but moan as the girl sucked my cock. “Fuck,” I moaned. “Suck me. Suck me.”
Hema’s mouth was warm and wet as it took my cock and I groaned again. If the girl didn’t watch out, I thought, she was going to get a mouth full of cum. Of course, I realized, there really was very little she could do about it.
And then her sucking, little cock-sucker mouth made me groan again and in the next instant, I was cumming hard, spilling my seed in the girl’s mouth.
Hema coughed and then she gagged and then she spit up the cum in her mouth. My fault, really, because I hadn’t told her to swallow it and then I was cumming again. Hema coughed again and then she started to drool cum from her mouth.
“Stop spitting that up,” I told her. “Swallow what you get, you hear.”
The girl nodded even as another burst of cum filled her mouth and then another. She did better at trying to swallow what I put in her mouth but she wasn’t getting it all, but I saw her scoop some of it up with her fingers and then I saw her plop it back in her mouth.
I quickly divested myself of the rest of my clothes and then I climbed up onto my bed. “Take your clothes off,” I told the girl.
Hema quickly complied and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm her little, brown ass was. It looked even better than I had thought it would look.
“Okay,” I told her. “Get your ass up here on my bed and let’s see you get that cock nice and hard again.”
Hema quickly climbed up onto the bed and then she was kneeling over my body and over my cock. Her little, brown hand grabbed my cock and she stroked the slippery shaft. She brought her mouth down and she sucked on the head of the thing even as she sucked it again.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done this before but she’d said she hadn’t. I groaned again. Fuck! She had such a damned good fucking mouth.
She already had me hard again and her mouth was moving up and down on my pole and I couldn’t help but moan again. Damn, that felt good.
I could feel her using her tongue on my cock and I moaned again. Shit, I was going to cum. I was going to cum, so hard.
“Don’t let it cum in your mouth,” I told her. “I want to cum on your face.”
The girl didn’t say anything. She just kept sucking.
“I want to cum on your face,” I said again. “I want to cum on your face.”
I needn’t have worried as to whether she heard me because almost as soon as I groaned one more time, she pulled her mouth up off of my cock and then she was stroking away with her hand. I couldn’t help but moan again and then I couldn’t help but cumming. My cock fired bursts of cum across her face and I loved it.
I just laid there on my bed in the aftermath of two hard cocksuckings. My cock was spent but even as I laid there, I could feel Hema pulling on my cock, trying to once again stir me back to action.
“What’s wrong,” I asked.
Hema was still pulling on my cock. “Please,” she pleaded even as her hand continued to work my flaccid cock. “Please ... I need ... please ...”
The girl was incoherent and I was annoyed. “Speak up and make sense,” I told her. I was beginning to wonder if I’d made a mistake when I left her alone in her apartment.
Hema was still pulling on my cock. “Please,” she begged again. “Please. I need you to ... need you to ... to ... to put this in my ass.”
I grinned. So that was why little Hema was being so insistent. Well, all in good time, I figured, but yeah, by the time I was done with her, I was sure I was going to get my cock in her little, round ass.
And as for Hema, well, she certainly was accomplishing something. She was getting my cock hard again.
I grabbed the girl who was still kneeling over my body and I rolled her over onto back. “Before I put anything in your ass,” I told her, “I’m going to put something in your cunt.”
The girl moaned and I thought I could sense the reason why. There was a part of her that wanted my cock in her ass and there was a part of her that didn’t want my cock in her cunt.
I didn’t much care what Hema wanted. I slipped my arms under Hema’s thighs and I pulled her legs up, exposing her little, wet cunt to my rejuvenated cock. I pressed my cock up against her cunt, teasing her with the head of it. “Beg for it,” I told her. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
The girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
I pressed just a little of my cock in her cunt and then I pulled it back. “Do it again,” I told her. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” the girl pleaded. “Fuck me.”
I pushed a little more of my cock inside her and then I pulled it back again. “Play with your tits,” I told her. “Play with your tits and beg me to fuck you.”
The girl’s hands came almost immediately to her little, round tits and then she was squeezing them even as she looked up at me. “Fuck me,” she pleaded again. “Fuck me, please.”
I stuck her with a little more of her cock. “You’re going to enjoy this,” I told her even as I pressed even more of my cock inside her.
“Beg,” I instructed.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned even as she played with her tits. “Fuck me.”
I shoved even more of my cock in her cunt and the girl moaned again. I pulled my cock back and then I plunged it forward again, and then I used my full weight to thrust the entire length of myself in her hot, little cunt.
After that, the girl just kept on moaning as my cock kept stroking her cunt. Her hands played with her tits and her deep, dark eyes kept looking up at me. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
I loved the way my cock bottomed out in that tight, little cunt. She was so fucking tight and I loved it.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah, you like this,” I told her. “You like my cock in your cunt.”
My words constituted an order in the mind of the girl. Even if she hadn’t liked it, she liked it now and she told me so.
“In fact, you love it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I love it. I love it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad.”
“In fact, you want me to make you cum.”
“Make me cum,” the girl moaned again even as she played with her tits. “Make me cum.”
“All right then. Get ready. You’re going to cum on the third hard stroke,” I told her. I pulled my cock back and I gave her one long, hard stroke. I gave her another and then I pulled my cock back, and I stroked her again.
Hema gasped as she got the third, hard stroke and then in the next moment, she gasped again. I could feel her pussy as it clenched down on my cock and her hands clawed at her tits. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stayed that way and then, “Oh fuc-c-c-c-ck,” she moaned even as her hands squeezed her tits again. She sucked in more air and she moaned again and all the while, her pussy kept squeezing down on my cock.
The girl just kept cumming and cumming and as she did, her pussy kept pulsating as she held my cock inside her.
I hadn’t cum yet but that was just fine with me. The girl wanted to be fucked in her ass and I was determined to give her that. If I’d cum too early, I would have deprived myself of the opportunity to cum in Hema’s tight, little ass.
I kept my cock in the girl’s cunt for as long as it took for her orgasm to run its course.
Hema gasped as I finally pulled my cock free. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said. “I didn’t know it could be that good.”
“And it gets even better.”
The girl raised her eyebrows even as she looked up at me.
I grinned. “Well, if you want me to fuck you in your ass, you’ll get up on your hands and knees and you’ll offer your ass up to me.”
I almost laughed at the speed at which the girl scrambled to get up off her back and to position herself on her hands and knees. The compulsion I’d placed upon her to desire my cock in her ass made it impossible for her to resist. She stood there on her hands and knees and then she looked back over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me in the ass,” she wailed. “Fuck me in the as-s-s-s-ss.”
I looked down at that little, brown ass that she was offering up to me and damn if that ass wasn’t one of the cutest, little asses I’d ever seen.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she pleaded again. “Fuck me in the ass.”
I moved in behind her and one hand stroked my cock even as I ran the other across the top of her little, round backside.
She moaned longingly as soon as she felt my hand on her ass.
I stroked my hand over each of her little, round cheeks, and the girl moaned again.
I stroked my cock between her legs and I almost thought I could hear the girl purr in satisfaction, fully expecting that she was going to get the fucking she now craved.
But she didn’t. Instead, I pressed my cock against her wet, little cunt, and she moaned, both in contentment and in frustration. I could tell she was glad she had my cock inside her but I knew she was frustrated that she wasn’t getting the cock where she thought it would do the most good.
Fortunately for Hema, her pussy was merely a way stop to my final destination. I had no intention of staying there long. Even if I hadn’t intended to get myself in her ass, just seeing her clearly offer herself up like that would have been enough to at least put the idea in my head.
I stroked her cunt for just a little while longer and then reluctantly, I pulled myself free.
The girl was practically vibrating in anticipation as she felt my hands pry her cheeks apart and then she felt cock between her cheeks.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she moaned again. “Come on. Do it. Fuck me in the ass.”
She felt my cock press up against her little, puckered hole and she moaned again. She felt my hands grab her about the hips and she moaned yet again. I think she knew this was it.
She cried out as my cock pressed up against her opening but her ass didn’t give itself up right away.
She moaned again, this time in frustration. “Do it again,” she begged. “Do it again.”
I grinned. I’d come this far. She should have known I wasn’t going anywhere. I again positioned the head of the cock she’d spurned against her little anal opening and again, I shoved, and again, I was rejected.
The girl again moaned in frustration. “Do it again. Do it again.”
Once more, I brought my cocks between her cheeks and once more, I pressed myself forward. Her butt resisted me but this time, I wasn’t going to slide free. I pushed again and I could feel her butt finally giving in.
Hema gurgled happily as she felt the head of my cock finally breach her little, anal opening. “More,” she moaned. “Give me more.”
I gave my cock another shove and the girl moaned as she received even more of my cock.
I shoved it again, and again, I was rewarded with another moan.
I was in her butt pretty good by that time or at least I was far as I thought I was going to go. Damn, that ass was so much tighter than even the tightest of any of her other holes. Damn, that felt good.
I pulled my cock back only to stroke it forward again. Back my cock came and then forward again, and all the while, all that little Indian girl could do was moan as her butt continued to take my cock.
In and out, my cock stroked her tight, little hole. In and out, and the girl was moaning like she’d never moaned before. In and out, and I knew I was going to cum.
I groaned again. I was going to cum so hard.
“I’m going to cum,” I told Hema. “I’m going to cum in your butt and when I do, you’re going to cum, too. When I do, and from now on, whenever I cum in your butt, it’s going to make you cum so hard. It’s going to make you cum harder than you ever came before. Is that understood?”
The girl just nodded her head but other than that, she gave no other indication that she’d accepted my order.
It didn’t matter because at that very moment, the only thing that really did matter to me was the cum that was roiling up out of my balls.
I groaned as that cock surged into the girl’s butt and then I heard Hema gasp and then I heard her moan and that ass that I thought couldn’t get any tighter suddenly got just a little bit tighter as Hema’s pussy started to convulse.
My cock spewed more and more of itself between her cheeks and the girl just kept on moaning as she kept cumming and cumming and cumming.
Finally, I pulled myself free. I had Hema turn around and lick my cock clean and then I gave her a few last minute instructions.
“Now, I want you to get yourself dressed,” I told the girl, “and I want you to go home and I want you to call your parents, and I want you to tell them that you got yourself screwed in every way you ever thought you could be fucked and even in some ways that you hadn’t thought of before. I want you to tell them that you especially liked getting fucked in the ass and I want you to tell them that you can’t wait until you get yourself fucked in the ass yet again, and I want you to make sure they know just how much you enjoyed getting fucked over and over again. Now go!”
The girl was crying as she stood up. “Please,” she begged. “Please, you can do anything you want with me, but please don’t make me do this.”
I was stern. “You know what to do,” I told the crying girl. “Now go!”
Hema was crying even louder as she walked out the door.
Raj came up to me gleefully a couple of days later. “You’ll never believe what happened,” he said. “The wedding’s been called off. You were right. I can’t believe it but you were right.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It seems the girl had a bit of falling out with her family. From what I heard, it sounded as if they might have disowned her. I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe just how lucky I am.”
I didn’t say anything but then from my way of looking at it, luck was in the eye of the beholder. Raj seemed to think he was lucky. Me, I couldn’t wait to give Hema a call. I figured maybe I’d have her come over and I’d give her a little pick-me-up in the ass. So in the end, I got the girl and Raj didn’t, so I guess that raises the question. Who really was the lucky one?