Chapter 3

My mother pierced my sister’s nose the next day and put a hoop through it. The traditional Nath was large and ornate like a bride wears. There was a small chain attached to her ear. My sister had never had her nose pierced at an early age like many girls do. She did not scream out when my mother pushed the needle through her nose.

My mother had no mercy about this pain. She said that she had a proper Nath for Nehal in the house but that Nehal was not worthy of wearing it yet.

I could not imagine what that piercing would look like.

I believe there was some intent to shame my sister by this act but also to indicate that she would be married when my mother decided she was to marry.

Nehal’s nose was quite tender and needed to heal, but eventually, it would be another way to control her and bind her.

Over the next week my school mates started to arrive. Most came with 100 rupees in hand and left quite satisfied. The ones who came with excuses, promises, and empty pockets were sent packing by my mother. There were no exceptions made even for Nahit.

They often laughed and teased my sister. There were some girls who came to visit as well. They had looks of scorn and ridicule for my sister’s wanton sexuality was exposed. They often wanted to pelt her with rocks.

Nahit brought his CD player for my sister to dance to music after school. He likes the song by Drip Report “Light Up Skechers.”

“Shawwtty Baaad ... Light Up, Light up Skechers,” the song would begin. I loosened my sister’s bindings so she could wiggle and dance. Nehal knows how to clap her ass cheeks in time to the music. It is quite entertaining to watch the butt cheeks open and close to this song.

My sister seldom bit anyone or refused to perform for them. If she did, I found that putting a frog or a small fish in her asshole was often the motivation she needed to paint a smile on her face and spread her legs for the next customer.

Day after day the infamy of my farm grew. It was my fellow students at first. A few of my teachers started to arrive and use my sister. Most of them would use her in the shed and leave right after.

Some like Nahit liked to watch her put on a show around the yard. I made her high step in the nude and walk like what I thought an America rodeo horse might do. My sister is very acrobatic and she was quite sexy performing like that. She looked very authentic with a bushel of carrot leaves hanging out of her ass.

Then workmen from the village started to arrive. There were young, old, fat, thin, and every kind of man between. Muslims, Hindus, Jainists, my sister’s legs were an equal opportunity place of worship for men to come unload their spunk all for the price of a good meal at a café’.

Six months of my sister’s glorious life outdoors had passed, and I was still finding new ways to stick things in her ass or tease and punish her. My sister had a fantastic tolerance for pain and degrading acts. She frequently dared me to push her even harder, and I seldom backed down from her dares.

Then my father returned home. He was quite angry with us. He had heard the rumors about Nehal, and he knew that there was money. He was not drunk at all, as my mother said he would be.

“I’ve been working in Kharaghoda day and night in the salt mines for this family. This Sali has been telling you lies that I am a drunk and a whore monger!” my Father snatched my mother by the hair roughly.

I wanted to take action, but I was frozen.

My mother has a powerful build and can easily fend off a wild attack from Nehal. She took no such action toward my Father. Tears starting to stream down her eyes. It was not from the pain of being pulled by her hair. She was admitted to my Father’s accusations.

“You have been whoring out my youngest daughter?” My Father demanded my mother explain what was going on. He had heard many rumors when he came to the village and met his friends. They had all had relations with my sister.

“Yes, but she was a liar and leaving at all times of the night to fuck strange men for free anyway, Himesh!” my mother pleaded her case for justly punishing my sister.

“You think it benefitted Nehal to be outside naked and made a laughing stock for the village?” demanded of my mother. He pinned one arm behind her back and held her neck firmly.

“Yes, I do, Himesh!” my mother insisted.

“Then you will join her, Nabitha,” he said. He spun my mother so that he could remove her Sari. I was quite surprised by this turn of events. My mother was wearing a blouse under her Sari, and my Father ripped this from her to expose her breast to me.

Her nipple was very dark, large, and quite extended. I was quite surprised my mother wore a bronze, mandala shaped ring around her nipple that forced it to be elongated.

My mother looked very shamed. I was almost afraid to look upon her nudity, but my Father told me to watch him. Her other breast was fitted with a matching nipple shield. My mother could not look at me as she was stripped.

My Father removed her skirts and revealed her hairy bush. My mother had a streak of grey both in the front and a little tuft of grey and black hair lining her ass crack. My Father drove her outside with a broom to join my sister.

Nehal laughed wickedly when she saw my mother. “You are to remain out here with your daughter,” he insisted.

My mother did not refuse him. She put her hands on two wooden poles and waited with her legs spread so that she could be bound. My Father made me to bring rope to him so that he could bind her outside.