Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

 
Sumi combed her oil drenched hair diligently and smoothly, further smoothening by her palm, to bring a gramophone disc shiny look on her hair and tying them into two long braids. Her face was still not out of the terror of the previous night and was just following a blind routine.
The little girl had seen many avatars of her beloved so called fiancée. Rajiv had been good to her and bad too. He had deserted her to get bangd, he had pimped her shamelessly to Dinesh sir, harassed her publicly, forgiven her for throwing tantrums to him- let alone his relations with her mother, but what she saw the previous night, was a completely new Rajiv.
At her horror Sumi had found there were no signs of being drunk to Rajiv and he acted straight n clear.
Confident and defiant in what he was uttering. Sumi was so terrified of thinking her silent thoughts had been exposed to that of Rajiv could do nothing but open up her lips but keeping mum.
But Rajiv kept on saying what he wanted in low but clear words, only audible to her.
“Sumi… I am not asking for any explanations or want to talk further on this matter… you have heard what I said… now let me be very clear… I am quite a hundred steps above you, socially, economically and most specially by family history… “
The little girl felt bashed over her face.
“I hope you know that Sumi… don’t you?”
“Don’t you?” Rajiv repeated as Sumi kept mum.
The little girl nodded without hesitation.
“Everyone knows what your mom is and rather quite a people know her private parts more than their wives…”
Sumi’s face and ears turned red in shame, but Rajiv was relentless.
“What I want you to understand that I am way much up to you and doing a charity by taking you as my possible WIFE Sumi…and Dinesh sir is way ahead… too big and unreachable a class for you…”
The little girl sat stunned in insult and shame.
“Now… you will stop all your stuffs with Dinesh sir, until I initialize anything myself, is that clear enough Sumi?” Rajiv says softly.
The little girl nods her had in approval.
Yes, she will do the same.
“Carry on with your service to Shukla sir as you do,…” Rajiv smiles, “he is harmless and will lose interest on you in a few years or as soon as you get married…”
Sumi looks up to Rajiv in disbelief and vexed.
Rajiv smiles, “except Shukla sir, you will just be for mine…”
Sumi wanted to ask, what about the torments from Rajiv’s friends but ceased and nod her head approvingly.
Rajiv smiles bitter, “go home pretty girl,… and start your day as it is supposed to be from tomorrow…” .
It was crossed mid night when the car dropped her home and the little girl couldn’t sleep a bit.
It was early in the morning that she got up, bathed and dressed up for college.
She needs to report her leave shortened to Shukla sir first.
Dolly sat up on the bed, dragging the silky white linen over her lousy, saggy much used bosom to a sudden impulse of being demure at the early dawn. A dawn, which seemed much promising in spite of Dolly’s perceptible failure last night.
Vic was sleeping like a baby beside her.
Dolly looks at the sleeping innocent face and smiles a little.
She feels herself blessed after the midnight’s incident.
Vic indeed was nimble to catch up the struggling Dolly in three leaps from his bed to the door. Dolly was numb in terror of what exactly would be the after effects of her getting caught.
Vic had just placed his index finger on her lips and attended the phone.
He talked over normally for few moments over the phone and switching it off looks at Dolly and says in a whispering tone, “so, I wasn’t dreaming aunty!!!”…
“Aiiiieeeeekkkkksssssssss…” a piercing moan of Sumi that changes into a whisper in the early hour of the principal’s room. Sumi was getting her punishment for being extra eager and turn up the Shukla sir’s cabin to let him know that she has come back earlier from her requested leave.
Shukla had the girl sit over his own revolving chair in spite of Sumi’s being submissively persistent of not daring to sit of His chair.
At the very moment Shukla had his fist slipped between the two folded oil drenched sleek braid of Sumi on her left, tugging it up high as much possible as he would slap the girl hardly than ever on her right cheek only bursting out with lust.
Sumi’s right cheek was red as an apple with the bursting slaps and her face flooding with tears. The poor girl’s pout lips were open in exclamation of why she is being slapped.
As Shukla raised his hand again for another bursting slap, the helpless girl murmur, “please sir… not here…koi aa jayega”
The little helpless girl had no courage to ask Shukla to cease slapping her, what she could utter was about the place.
Shukla drops his raised hand, “you are right ch*t… listen now, I am leaving for the day in five minutes… and you take a leave after fifteen minutes…and then within an hour… be at my house…” .
The lowered hand by then was rubbing on Sumi’s smooth hair parting and oil sleeked hair.
“Sir,I… I mean, came to college after two days and will leave now…?” Sumi asks in a doubtful voice.
Shukla grins,”make some bahana…Maybe it’s your first day of periods and you have missed your piece of cloth at home?”
The left cheek of the little girl turns red maintaining parity with the right.
“is it needful to say Sumi, that you will maintain the same dress but different hairstyle when you reappear at my home in 45 minutes ?”
Sumi leaves a sigh and nods her head sideways.
No, she doesn’t require to get reminded. She had got her life brief from Rajiv the previous night.
 
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