TEN LITTLE INDIANS: SUPARNA’S STORY
I was pissed.
It was the second time that that truck had cut me off and this time, it had just about run me off of the road. Someone needed to take care of that driver before something bad happened.
I’d never thought that that someone might be me and to tell the truth, I didn’t want it to be me but when I made it to the hardware store, there was the truck again, big and black and hulking. I remembered seeing the bumper sticker on the back of the truck. It was one of those bumper stickers that read “Proud student of ...” and when I looked, there it was again. The more I looked at the truck, the more convinced I was that this was the one.
I still didn’t see how taking care of the driver was any of my concern. That was a job for the cops, but then I saw the girl come out of one of the stores in the little strip mall and I suddenly had a change of heart.
The girl looked so small as she bounced her way out to the truck. She couldn’t be much over five feet tall, I thought. One look was all it took to tell me that she was of Indian descent. Her skin was a medium brown and her hair was dark, and she wore only a light top and a skimpy pair of shorts.
My errand that had taken me to the hardware store suddenly faded to insignificance. I’ve always had a thing for Indian girls and this one was a prime example of just what I liked in the girls. She had both the shy, little look that I liked in those girls and a carefree look that said she was enjoying a nice, sunny day. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. Damn, that girl was cute.
The girl pulled herself up into the cab of the truck and I followed. I still had no idea of where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. I just wanted to see where she went.
She almost ran someone else off the road again and I smiled to myself. I was right. This was definitely the driver who had almost run me off the road and I became even more certain that I was going to have to do something about her.
Now, I know some people might think that my talking about doing something about the girl was just that: talk. But it wasn’t. The pharmaceutical company where I work is always working to develop new drugs of some sort or another and one of the newest is a drug that was developed for use with psychotics. The drug has a very peculiar side effect that makes a suggestion, any suggestion, impossible to resist. Under the influence of this drug, any person could find his most deeply held beliefs and convictions wiped away with just a few simple words. It was hoped that this drug would provide easy control of psychotics but it was also found that the body broke the drug down way too quickly for it to be effective and since that meant that a patient would have to be kept constantly medicated, the drug although promising was set aside.
I wasn’t supposed to have access to any doses of the drug but I did. I’d managed to obtain just a few extra doses for my own use and I’d used those doses to bring certain young girls under my control, and I’d just decided that if I had the chance, this erratic truck driver would be my next volunteer.
Even as I watched, the girl went into a house and shortly thereafter, an older man and woman came out and walked to the truck. Ah, I thought, that made sense. The girl really looked to young to be the proud parent the bumper sticker had proclaimed. On the other hand, she looked to be just the right age to be someone who might have had some proud parents.
“Remember,” I heard the father call out, “your brother is not going to be home until late so I don’t want you to invite any of your friends over while we’re gone.”
“I know, dad,” the girl said with exasperation. “I know.”
“And do your homework,” the mother said.
“I will, mom. I will.”
The man and the woman hopped in the truck and then they quickly drove away.
I sat in my car for a few moments longer. Now, that her parents were gone, the girl might be busily calling her friends and they might be descending on her house at any moment. On the other hand, it sounded as if she were alone and that was just too good an opportunity for me to pass up. I grabbed another dose of the drug and I walked across the street to her house.
I could hear a stereo blasting as I neared the house and I smiled to myself. Typical teenager, I told myself. Well, she wouldn’t be typical for all that much longer.
I knocked on the door to her house. There was no answer to my knock.
I knocked again and I waited. Suddenly, I heard the house go quiet as someone shut the stereo off inside and then I heard sounds inside moving towards the door and then the door was swinging open and there she was.
“Good afternoon,” I said, “I was wondering if you could help me. I’m looking for an address,” I said, giving the girl a fictitious address of a street that I knew was in the neighborhood. “Can you help me get there?”
The girl suddenly became very helpful, just as I hoped she would. She cheerfully leaned out of her house and pointed the way that I was supposed to go.
She never saw the needle coming. Put off guard by my seemingly innocuous request, she’d left herself vulnerable. All I’d had to do was to grab her and put a hand across her mouth to keep her from screaming and then I was pushing the needle into her arm. She struggled as I pushed the plunger home and then she struggled even more. She almost got away but I managed to tighten my grip on her before she could squirm herself free.
I could feel her body weakening. Not only did the body break down the drug quickly but it also succumbed to it just as quickly. Her arms flailed weakly but her actions lacked coherence. I knew she was giving up.
Finally, her body slumped as the drug took hold of her and in the next moment, she was passed out in my arms.
I quickly brought her inside and then I pushed the front door shut. This was not the time to have the prying eyes of neighbors looking in on us. I carried the girl to the couch and I laid her out.
I slapped her cheeks lightly as I tried to rouse her back to consciousness. The girl stirred slightly and then her eyes fluttered and she opened her eyes and she looked up at me. “You,” she said weakly. “What did you do to me?”
“That’s not important,” I told her and I watched the concern quickly dissipate from her face. It wasn’t important, I’d told her, so since she was under the influence of the drug, it made no never mind to her that I’d just injected something into her body. “What’s your name,” I asked.
“My name’s Suparna,” the girl murmured.
I smiled at her. “Well, Suparna, I want you to listen to me. What I want, what I desire, what I need, all of these are critically important to you. You must do as I say. You must do what I want. You must obey every word, every whim, every thought I have. You must obey me in all things. You cannot resist me. You must obey me for now and forever more. Tell me that you will obey.”
“I will obey.”
“Confidentiality about what goes on between you and me must be maintained at all costs. You must not reveal what we do together. You will not reveal what we do even subconsciously, even by accident. You will never tell anyone that you must do what I say. You will not admit it even to yourself. Tell me that you will keep that secret.”
“I will keep the secret.”
“You will know who I am whenever I am around or when are talking to one another. You will know who I am and you will know that I must be obeyed. But when I am not around, you will forget who I am. You will have no knowledge of me. You will do everything that I have told you to do even if you have no idea why you are doing what you are doing. Tell me what you will do when we are not together.”
“I will forget.”
Now that I’d given her the standard commands that I gave to all the girls I took, I had to figure out what I was going to do with her next. I thought about it and then I couldn’t help but smile. I knew what I wanted to do.
“Suparna,” I said.
“Mmm.”
“How old are you,” I asked.
“I’m eighteen,” she said.
“And what are you, then, a Junior or a Senior in school. What kind of student are you? Are you a good student?”
“It’s summer,” the girl replied. “I’ll be a Senior next year and yeah, I’m a pretty good student. Right now, I have 3.8 GPA.”
“Do you plan to go to college?”
“Yes.”
I smiled again. “Okay, here’s what I want you to do. There’s a strip club over on Jefferson and Mayfield. It’s called The Pampered Pussy and it’s for eighteen and over. I want you to go there and get a job as a stripper there. Okay?”
“Okay,” the girl said.
“You’re going to work as a stripper and you’re going to be very, very slutty. You will tease and entice and cajole the customers and you will enjoy it. You will go as far as you can but you will never, ever let anyone but me stick a cock in your body. You will only allow my cock in your body. Only my cock and no other. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Your grade point average no longer is important to you. In fact, studying holds no value for you. You find it boring and nonsensical. The only thing that holds value for you is stripping. The only thing that holds value for you is revealing your body to others. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Finally, when I come into the club, and I will, I want you to give me freebies. You will not charge me for any show or service. You will always give yourself to me completely.”
“I will give myself completely,” the girl said.
I looked at the girl. There really was nothing more to say. The drug compelled her to take any suggestion or comment that I might make and to do it without question. I was certain that she was going to do exactly what I wanted her to do. In fact, there was only one thing left to do. “Suparna?”
“Hmmm.”
“From now on, you’re going to be the best driver ever. You got that? You’re going to follow all the rules of the road and you’re never going to cut anyone off. You got that?”
“I got it,” she said.
“Good,” I told her. “Now go to sleep.”
The girl’s eyes quickly closed and soon she was fast asleep. Sleep really was what I needed from her now because as long as the drug was still in her body, she was still very susceptible. Any comment or suggestion from me or anyone else might override the imperatives that I had placed on her. Her body would break the drug down quickly but until it did, sleep was the best. I looked at her and I smiled. I couldn’t wait to see what effects my commands would have on her.
I quickly left the house and pulled the door shut behind me. All told, the whole ooperation had taken very little time. Now, all that was left was the waiting.
It wasn’t like I was a complete stranger to the Pampered Pussy but since I’d gotten my hands on the drug and since I’d begun to use it to accumulate my bevy of Indian beauties, I hadn’t been in there as much as I’d gone in the past, but maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make another trip back but then I realized I didn’t know what kind of stage name Suparna would be dancing under. Showing up randomly in the hopes of finding Suparna there hardly seemed practical but there was a better way. I picked up the phone and I called the girl. “When are you working next at the Pampered Pussy?”
It took her a second to recognize my voice but once she did, she had to tell me what I wanted to know. “Thursday night,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said and I hung up the phone.
The joint was already jumping when I showed up on Thursday night. There was a blond with big tits on stage. I looked around but I didn’t see Suparna. I got a drink from the bar and I watched the blond finish her number.
“Next up,” boomed the voice of the DJ, “we have another lovely Pampered Pussy. Put your hands together for Shi-loh.”
I have to tell you I half expected to see Suparna walk out on stage but it wasn’t her. It was a redhead with the most startling ice-blue eyes. She did a nice, little number but she was a little too quick to scurry off stage. I took another swig from my drink and I couldn’t help but think that it had been too long since I had been in here. I liked this place.”
“Gentlemen,” the DJ boomed again, “it’s time to step up and take your place at the rail and put your hands together for the lovely In-di-go.”
I turned to look at the girl coming out of the dressing room and my jaw must have dropped open because she sure didn’t look like the very same girl that almost cut me off with her truck. She was wearing a yellow negligee with matching yellow panties and a yellow bra. The yellow worked well against her dark skin and I loved the way her dark eyes looked when they looked at me. I knew she recognized me but she went on with her show, and I have to tell you, that little girl gave those boys one hell of a show.
She collected her dollars and then she headed off stage and back into the dressing room.
I was watching another dancer on stage. This one’s name was Tiara. She was a cute, little brunette with perky, little tits and a shy, little smile. I took another swig from my drink when suddenly I realized there was someone standing next to me. “I saw you from the stage,” she said.
I grinned at her. “I know you did. How’s it going?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Just okay?”
“Mom and dad keep wanting me to think about college but I don’t know. I just can’t seem to keep my mind on the topic because all I seem to be able to think about is coming back here. It’s all I ever think about. I love having all these guys watch me take my clothes off.”
“You do, huh?”
The girl nodded. “It feels great. I love it.”
I finished off the rest of my drink. “Well then,” I told her, “I think it’s time you take your clothes off for me and me alone. Why don’t we go to the Champagne Room.”
The Champagne Room was an area in the back of the club. It was private and it was secluded and it was where the dancers really made their money, but I knew that Suparna wouldn’t be making any money from me here.
Suparna looked at me and then she grinned. “Okay, let’s go.”
The Champagne Room was actually segmented into a series of six smaller rooms. Each room had two lights by the door. If the room was occupied, the green light was on. If not, it was the red one that was lit. Suparna led me to one of the red-light doors.
The rules of the Champagne Room were simple, Suparna explained. We could do anything we wanted in there as long as it didn’t involve intercourse and she could touch me but I couldn’t touch her and the final rule was she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do. She even had a few suggestions. She could give me a really good lap dance as long as I didn’t take off my pants. She could masturbate for me while I jacked myself off, and something new that she and some of the girls had started doing, she could let me jack myself off until I blew my load all over her tits. So which one did I want, she wanted to know.
I already knew what I wanted. “Give me the lap dance,” I told her, and then even though I knew there were no microphones in the room, I lowered my voice anyway and I said, “and while you’re at it, make sure the cameras don’t see you do it, but why don’t you pull my cock out and why don’t you ride it for real.”
She looked for a moment as if she were going to object but instead, she just nodded her head.
She sat me down in a chair and then she undressed for me. She took a hold of my hands and put them at the side of the chair. “You have to leave these here, okay?”
I nodded. I knew damn well I could put my hands anywhere I wanted but I didn’t want to get the girl in trouble.
She pushed my knees apart and then she slipped in between my legs. She turned around so I could see her little, brown butt. She put her hands behind her back even as she pressed her butt up against me and then she slid her bottom lower and lower still until she was sliding it over the lap of my jeans.
And then she slid lower still. Unseen by the camera, her hands behind her back were working furiously to get my zipper down and then to pull my cock free and her actions were quickly rewarded. My cock was free.
Almost immediately, her hands slid out from behind her back and they gripped the sides of the chair. From past experiences, I knew that was where they were supposed to be.
Her butt moved up and then it moved back down again. Up it moved again and then back down again. To the casual observer, it must have just looked as if she were stroking her butt against my lap but I knew better. She was trying to get my cock wedged up against her cunt and she wasn’t doing all that bad a job at it either.
She almost got it for just a moment. My cock started to enter her pussy and then it slipped free. She grunted in frustration. So close and yet so far.
She tried again. I could feel her ass rubbing against me as she tried vainly to get my cock to enter her hole. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She surreptitiously reached a hand behind her and then she grabbed hold of my cock. A moment later and she had my cock wedged up against her cunt.
She actually moaned as she pushed her little, brown pussy down on my cock. Already her hand was back where it was supposed to be and she was stroking her pussy up and down on my cock.
The girl moaned again and you could really tell she was enjoying having my cock in her cunt. Her little, brown body stroked up and down on mine and for all the world, it most likely looked like she was giving me one hell of a lap dance but that was all.
I could feel the cum welling up inside my balls. It wouldn’t take that much more stroking from that tight, little cunt to make me cum. Her pussy stroked my cock and I couldn’t help but moan again. No, it wouldn’t take all that much more at all.
I groaned again. I was just about to cum. “Get ready,” I hissed at the girl. “Cum when I do.”
It was a good thing I told her because almost in the next instant, I could feel the cum surging up out of my balls and I groaned again. I knew I was cumming and then all of the sudden, I splashed it all over the walls of her pretty, little pussy.
Almost as if on cue, Suparna started to cum. She moaned again and I couldn’t help but feel her pussy grip my cock and then she moaned again.
I’ll admit it. I just sat back there and I let it happen. I let the little brown-skinned girl milk the rest of my load from my cock and I’ll admit something else, too. It felt good. It felt really good.
When it was over, Suparna stood and turned around. I’d wondered how she was going to handle that but with her body between me and the camera, she quickly reached down and pushed my cock back inside my pants and then she quickly zipped it up and it was done. She stroked a hand over my cheek and she gave me a kiss and then she thanked me for bringing her back here.
I took out my wallet. “So what do I owe you?”
Instinctively, the girl almost stated her price, but then her programming kicked in. “Nothing,” she said. “It’s on the house.”
I grinned at her even as I put my wallet away. I knew she had no idea why she’d just let me fuck her for free. I knew she was probably worried about what the cameras might have seen and if you didn’t think there were cameras in the room, you had to be crazy. “When do you get off,” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
“We get off between 1:00 and 1:30.”
I grinned again. “Well, why don’t you come by my place after you get off and we can fuck some more. I’ll leave the door open for you so you can come on in.”
I’m not sure what she thought it was that she was going to say to me but instead she just nodded her head. “I’ll be there,” she assured me.
I left the club soon after that. I’d seen what I’d come there to see but I also knew I’d be coming back again because I liked seeing Suparna strip her way out of her clothes.
I was sitting in my bed when I heard my front door open. I knew what it was. I heard the girl call out for me. “Hello? Hello-o-o-o? Where are you?”
“In the bedroom,” I told her. “Just follow my voice.”
The girl did as she was told and moments later, she was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a tight sweater and a light jacket. She sure did look cute standing there.
I pulled back the covers and I let her get a look at my naked body. I loved the way her eyes locked in on my rock-hard cock. “Why don’t you take your clothes off for me,” I told her.
The girl was still staring at my cock when she let her purse slide off her shoulders. She still hadn’t taken her eyes off my cock when she pulled her jacket off and then she was dropping it on the floor, too. Moments later, she was pulling her sweater over her head to reveal just a small, little bra which held her cute, little tits.
Her hands worked at the buttons on the front of her jeans. She quickly had her jeans open and then she was pushing them down over her hips. She paused momentarily to take off first one shoe and then the other, and then off came her socks. She resumed pushing her jeans down her legs and then she was standing there in just her bra and panties.
Her hands kept on moving and moments later, she wasn’t even wearing the bra. Her hands fondled her pert, little tits before they moved again, and then she wasn’t even wearing the panties.
“Come here,” I told the now naked stripper.
Suparna’s eyes once again locked on my cock and then she climbed onto the bed as she approached my body and then she was nearly on top of me. She moved even closer to me and then she was straddling my body and her hand reached between her legs and she grabbed my member. “I really need this inside me,” she said.
She knew enough not to insist on it. She knew she had to have my permission first. I liked that.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, let me have it. Ple-e-e-e-ease.”
“I don’t know.”
She rubbed the head of my cock against the lips of her wet, little pussy. She knew this was as far as she was permitted to go. “Ple-e-e-e-ease.”
I pretended to waver but I think we both knew where that cock was going to end up.
“Ple-e-e-e-e-ease.”
“All right,” I told her. “You can do it. Go ahead and fuck my cock.”
The girl burbled happily even as she pushed her pussy down on my cock and then she moaned again. Even if I hadn’t known it before, her moan was all I had to hear to know that she enjoyed the feel of my cock in her cunt.
She looked me in the eyes even as she pulled her pussy up and then plunged it down again. Again, she pulled her pussy up and again, she plunged it down and once again, she moaned. She locked her hands behind my neck and then she moaned again as she cycled her pussy up and down on my cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I told her. “Just keep doing it like that. Make me cum. Do it. Make me cum.”
The girl just kept moaning as she pulled her pussy up and pushed it back down. Up again it came and then down again it went and the girl moaned again.
I couldn’t help it. The girl was just fucking my cock too hard for me to hold it back. I groaned again. “Fuck me,” I told the girl. “Fuck me, and when I cum, I want you to cum, too.”
The girl bounced her pussy on my cock and then she did it again. And again. And again.
I couldn’t help it. I groaned as my cock swelled inside that tight, little pussy and in the next instant, I was shooting my cum deep inside that tight, little cunt.
The girl groaned, too, and in the next instant, her cunt got even tighter as her pussy squeezed my cock. My cock shot even more of my cum inside her and again, the girl groaned as her pussy squeezed my cock.
I groaned again as my cock shot again. There wasn’t as much as there had been before but I was still cumming and so was she, too.
The last dribs and drabs finally oozed out of my cock and when they did, the girl did something that surprised me. Almost immediately, she pulled her still dripping pussy up off of my cock and then she turned herself around and she knelt beside me on the bed. She wrapped a hand around the base of my member and then she pressed a tongue up against my shaft.
She looked up at me and you could just tell from the way her dark eyes danced that she was really enjoying herself. She grinned shyly at me and then once again, she went back to licking my cock.
Her tongue played its way up and down my cock and I couldn’t help but groan. My cock had just cum inside her. By all rights, it would have been reasonable to expect it to want to rest, but what that girl was doing to me was giving my cock other ideas.
And then she sucked the head of it into her little mouth.
Fuck, that was good. I couldn’t help but groan and as I did, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe mine was not the first one she’d sucked. She was just that good. Her mouth moved up and down on my cock and I groaned again. She was just that good.
My cock which had been faltering after that good, hard fucking was suddenly alive again. I groaned. That mouth had gotten me hard all over again.
The girl pulled her mouth from my cock and again, she stroked it with her hand, and again, she looked up at me with those laughing eyes. She knew what she was doing and she knew what she’d done. “I want you to fuck me,” she purred even as her hand stroked me again. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
Somehow, the tables had turned. Suddenly, we were doing what she wanted and that was just fine with me.
Again, she straddled my body, but this time, she did it with her back to me. I could feel her rubbing her pussy against my cock and I could hear her moan.
But then she had a hold of my cock again and again, she gave it a squeeze. She was holding my cock up and pointing it at her pussy and then she pressing the head of it against her cunt and I couldn’t help but moan again.
After that, the rest was inevitable. She stayed where she was for just a few moments longer, lingering over the feel of the head of my cock as it pressed against her pussy lips and then finally, she pushed herself down in one hard thrust, and in that thrust, she took the entire length of me inside her pussy.
She pulled her pussy up only to plunge it down again. Up came her pussy and then down again. Up and then down.
With that rhythm established, her hands now played with her tits and she moaned again. Up went her body and then down again. Play with the tits and then up and down.
I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her little, brown butt as it danced up and down. She just had a fucking cute, little butt and I loved to watch it bounce.
The girl wanted more. Up to that point, she’d been the one who was doing all the work but now she wanted me to contribute. She leaned her body back over mine and she moaned again. “Fuck me,” she moaned even as her little body writhed against mine. “Fuck me.”
I did that, shoving my cock up into her pussy even as she continued to writhe against me. I drove myself into her and she moaned again. Damn, that felt good.
I reached around her body and I grabbed at her tits. They really weren’t all that big but they were nice and firm and round and I could picture them in my mind’s eye even as I fondled them again, a medium brown with a darker brown around the nipple. I squeeSuparna her tits and I pulled on her nipple and the girl groaned again.
Her body writhed playfully against mine and again, she moaned. “That’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it. Oh geez. That’s it. Just a little bit more.”
“Don’t cum until I do,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she murmured. “I know, but, oh geez ... please hurry.”
I grinned. Some, I suppose, might have found that tone demanding, but not me. She wanted to cum but before she did, she knew what had to come first. That was all.
And besides, I was about to cum anyway. I loved the way she was grinding her backside against me and I loved the way her tits felt in my hands. I loved the way my cock felt in her cunt.
“Fuck me,” the girl pleaded. “Fuck me. Make me cum. Oh fuck, do it. Fuck me.”
I was just about there. I was just about ...
I think she felt it before she heard it. I think the splash of my cum in her cunt actually preceded my groan of relief but it really didn’t matter because as soon as I started to cum, so did she.
Her pussy tensed as the cum finally started to flow and I heard the girl moan and I knew she was cumming right along with me was just as it should be. My cock kept on filling her with cum and her hungry, little pussy just kept eating it up. Damn, that girl was good. Damn, she had a tight, little cunt.
We stayed like we were even after the orgasms had run their course, but I knew we couldn’t stay like that for long. As much as I wanted to fuck her again, I knew I shouldn’t. She just didn’t have the time. “Get up,” I told her. “Get up and get dressed. You need to go home.”
Reluctantly, the girl did as she was told but I got the feeling she would just as soon have stayed and snuggled with me.
“How are things going at home,” I asked.
“Not good,” the girl said as she pulled on her panties. “Mom and dad are all upset with me. They don’t understand why I want to get a job and they don’t understand why I have to stay out so late. They keep telling me I should study so I can keep my grades up like that’s important or something. They just don’t get it.”
“Well, don’t let them push you around.”
“Oh, I won’t,” the girl assured me as she pulled on her jeans. She grabbed the sweater and she pulled it over her head. “If I have to, I’ll move out of there. I know what’s important,” she said.
“And that is?”
The girl grinned as she climbed up on the bed and knelt next to me. “Why, that’s being a stripper ... and getting fucked by you, silly,” she said and then she kissed me. “That’s all there really is.”
“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “You do know what’s important. Now go.”
The girl grinned and then she was gone.