Don’t Mess With Indian Girls
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2023 by Jim Priest
Fantasy Sex Story: Sisters fight abduction by older male cousins for arranged marriages
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual .
++ Farouk ++
I knocked on the door of a semi in a run-down area of West London and waited with my young brother by my side. So this was the promised land? Drab, depressing with miserable people ground down by an uncaring Government.
The last time I’d seen Mariam was in India when she was a gangly plain teenager, almost 10 years younger than me. She was married off to cousin Kamal and came to live here. The door opens and we’re greeted by Mariam. Now in her early twenties, the face has matured and standing barely 5’ tall, her thin body has filled out nicely.
“I was expecting you cousins, come in. Did you have a good flight?”
She had a pleasant voice. With a small but long and narrow face, long jet-black hair fell high off the forehead and down her back to her waist. Dark brown eyes beneath thick black eyebrows were sultry with naturally luscious lashes plus a subtle touch of make-up giving a smouldering seductive appeal that surprised me. Still it was not enough to counter the long thin prominent nose, long flat cheeks and small bucktoothed mouth with plump lips.
A simple black top showed her figure and small bust-line while leggings revealed the shape of long slender legs. Her feet were bare with red painted toenails.
“Are traditional Indian clothes not good enough for you nowadays?” I asked.
“Are you here to give me fashion advice, Farouk?”
I held my tongue and waved the unseemly remark aside and likewise declined her offer of tea.
“As you know, your father has elevated himself into the upper echelons of society. You and your younger sister, Aruna, will bind our family with top business tycoons.”
“You mean he wants to marry us off to old rich guys to fatten his bank balance.”
“Don’t disrespect your father like that!” Adnan exclaimed angrily.
I waved him to calm down.
“There is nothing wrong with an alliance with successful business men.”
“I am already happily married to Kamal, arranged by Father, and Aruna should have a choice in the matter.”
Adnan was about to explode again and I waved him silent.
“Your father thinks Kamal is too soft and does not protect you from Western corruption. Once you are back in India your father will ensure he is reimbursed.”
I suppressed a smirk knowing what will really happen to him.
“You and Aruna will pack the bare essentials and leave with us to Heathrow tonight. Kamal can forward the rest of your stuff at a later date.”
“Where’s the girl?” Adnan asked impatiently. “Your father knows she’s here so there’s no use denying it.”
Mariam sighed in resignation.
“She has a room in the garage at the rear of the garden but she will not go with you.”
“Don’t tell me what you think!,” Adnan snapped angrily then stormed off towards the back door.
“He’s very impatient,” I apologised. “Now grab a suitcase and pack some decent clothes and toiletries.”
“I’m not going anywhere and he won’t get anywhere with a teenaged girl with that attitude.”
++ Adnan ++
I crossed the small back garden to a door of a building stretched lengthways across the end. Inside, the garage had been converted into a den most teenagers would dream of. A girl in her late teens lounges on an old sofa. Slim and petite, barely 5 foot tall, she stared constantly at a mobile phone while operating it. She wore a school uniform with the jacket discarded on the back of the sofa and a white blouse with the top button undone while a black striped tie hung loose.
“Get out,” she demands in a flat tone without looking up.
A small pleated red tartan skirt had ridden up giving a shocking view of bare thighs with white socks.
“Your skirt is too short!”
“Eff you, you’re not my father!”
The foul mouthed girl didn’t even look at me. I couldn’t stop staring at those legs, although shocked by an Indian girl showing so much skin. Short and chunky, they were smooth looking, unblemished, and eye-catching.
“I’m your cousin here to take you back to India to get married.”
This time she looked at me and I was taken aback by a confident sassy appealing young woman.
Resembling a younger version of her sister except more sultry and smouldering. Aruna was in fact quite hot.
“Schoolgirls in India are decently dressed and don’t wear make-up!”
“Then you must go around with your eyes closed, mate,” she replied. “Mariam texted me about you. Shut the door on your way out!”
She turned her attention back to the phone.
I was getting angry and grabbed an arm to pull her off her backside.
“Get up and get the minimum you need in a suitcase.”
“HI!”
The unexpected sharp shout made me jump as, in disbelief, a white sock-covered foot rocketed up from her seated position and sped straight between the insides of my thighs. The sole of a small foot pounded my groin with harder force than I would’ve expected. Driven onto my toes as my groin was kicked upward, I cried out in agony before clamping my mouth as bile filled it. Creasing over in agony, my vision was filled by her lovely bare thighs. That’s when I saw she’d now seized the hand that I had originally grabbed hers with.
“HI!”
Her right thigh jerked then the edge of a sock-covered shin slammed against the side of my ankles, kicking my feet away from under me like a scythe. In a brief instant of falling, she pulled on my arm so my body twisted and fell with my back against the front of the sofa.
Outraged that the girl had kicked me in the balls, which hurt like hell, and then tripped me, it took a while to notice feet appear over my shoulders from behind, elevated because of her seat on the sofa. Shapely dangling calves clad in stretchy white fabric slid past on either side of my face followed by beautiful smooth-skinned bare upper thighs. Draping themselves over my shoulders I felt their weight. They were lovely thighs indeed with a natural tan and white socks from her toes to a couple of inches below the knees that reminded me that she was still at high school.
“Stop playing around and start packing” I told her.
I put my hands on her thighs intending to pull them apart but as I felt their warmth and silky smoothness, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling them.
“You like my legs huh?” she teased then leant a leg slightly outward and pointed to the inside. “My inner thighs are very strong as the P.E. teacher found out when he tried to touch me up. He kept saying they felt like steel cables before I knocked him out.”
Before I could react, her crotch pressed against the nape of my neck from behind and the insides of her thighs closed against the sides of my neck then tightened as she crossed her ankles and stretched her legs before me. The outside of her thighs thickened and turned rock hard beneath my palms as a shockingly strong pressure crushed my neck. Her teacher was right, I could feel solid shapes like pincers running down the inside of her thighs cutting into my neck!
“Who’s playing around now, cuz!”
Grunting and groaning through clenched teeth, I struggled to think clearly under the surprisingly strong squeeze. Her outer thighs became hard prominent dense slabs that tapered towards the side of her knees which exerted a tremendous pressure. That a girl could have such brawny legs was inconceivable! The white socks covering her lower legs stretching out before me made it plain I was being scissored by a schoolgirl! I reached out with my hands to seize her legs around the knees and began tugging but there was no give. She’s only a teenager but I’m struggling and unable to escape.
“Bruise my legs and I’ll effing put you in A&E!”
Leaning forward, she grabbed my hands and pulled them away then kept hold of them while twisting her hips. My head was repeatedly rocked sharply from one side to the other, scrambling my senses. I was a helpless prisoner of the young girl’s legs and it was humiliating. Leaning back in the couch, she really poured it on as my neck was forced to stretch and my head was forced up and back.
Aruna began repeatedly snapping her legs forward causing her hard inner thighs to hammer against the sides of my neck in agonising bursts of crushing power. Her bare thighs kept relaxing then springing tight as they thrust out, shaking my brains about like a cork on a stormy ocean. Powerful and merciless, my neck was being chewed alive by a schoolgirl’s thick strong legs!
The devastating legs opened and my hands were freed. Before I could do anything, they whipped back to re-capture my throat in the crook of her right leg as it wrapped tightly around my neck. Sandwiched between the back of her thigh on one side and hard sock-covered calves on the other, my neck was trapped by warm bare feminine legs as she folded her other leg over the right foot to lock off the hold. I always thought Aruna was a sweet girl and certainly no tomboy but her sexy legs were absolutely destroying me!
“Admit it cuz, you’re no match for me.”
Her strong muscular legs were strangling me and the folded leg beneath my jaw kept my mouth closed. My face felt like it was burning and the sweat rolled off my brow while my eyes felt heavy.
“Don’t pass out yet. I’m enjoying this.”
My hands explored the girl’s muscular smooth-skinned thighs but again found no weakness. They were incredibly feminine but had me helpless in a frightful leggy man-trap. My mind was so fuzzy, all I could do was stroke her lovely thighs while in their inescapable muscular embrace.
“Can you feel my inner thighs squeeze your carotid artery? I could put you out in no time if I wanted.”
Why did that make my dick harden and soar inside my pants?
“Wow, look at that hard-on! That’s what happened to Mr. Fletcher before he disgraced himself as he passed out.”
Oh crap, she noticed!
“All I did was raise myself up on my arms like this.”
I sensed her rise up on the sofa behind me and the pressure soared, stretching my neck to hang me in the sturdy leggy triangle. Such sexy feminine power, it was like her legs were going to break my neck! My head swam in confusion as my cheeks burned with shame yet my manhood soared to unbelievable heights and began to throb. How could a teenaged girl overwhelm me with ease? How could her legs be so sexy yet so strong? It was pleasure and pain at the same time. She was utterly dominating me yet my dick was aching hard. Her legs were so relentlessly tight and too powerful to resist. My head span while a buzzing filled my ears and spots of black clouded my vision even though my eyes were closed. I had an overwhelming urge to keep thrusting my hips and grunt rhythmically.
“No! Not again!” she shrieked.
My mind glazed over as I shamed myself while howls of laughter faded.
++ Farouk ++
Mariam was not co-operating.
“See how Western culture corrupts you! You disrespect male members of your family!”
“You are a male member,” she sniggered.
“Fine. If you don’t want to pack a suitcase you can travel light and buy new clothes in Mumbai. They will be better quality and far cheaper than here. Now where’s your passport?”
“You’re wasting your time. We’re not going anywhere with you.”
“Where’s Adnan? How long does it take to fetch a schoolgirl?”
“She’s probably giving him a good beating.”
I looked at her but she didn’t seem to be joking.
“Passport, now!” I told her, grabbing her right arm as she began to turn her back on me.
“HAI!”
The sudden loud shout from the normally placid young woman made me flinch. Cupping her hands together an arm swung around to hammer the part above her elbow against the side of my face. I cried out at the unexpected pain as my petite slender cousin suddenly leant forward before me. Slender hands grabbed my right leg by the calves and back of the knee then pulled my leg sharply upward as she straightened. I yelped as my foot left the floor and I fell backwards to the carpet. What the hell just happened?
“HAI!”
Startled, I watched in disbelief as Mariam’s right leg flew back while still holding my leg off the floor. I howled in agony, clutching my face with tears in my eyes, as her foot back-stomped my balls like a sledge-hammer.
“Don’t touch me without my permission!”
Her voice came from overhead and I looked up while cupping my aching balls to see her looking down at me with arrogance and hands on her slender hips.
“Kamal is the only man I allow to touch me”.
Getting to my feet with badly throbbing balls, I glared at my cousin in absolute fury.
“I will not tolerate this disrespect. This is why Kamal will not be your husband for much longer! Get your passport. We’re leaving now!” I shouted.
The former shy shrinking violet did not even flinch but calmly returned my stare.
“Disobey me again and so help me.”
I raised my hand ready to slap her face to enforce her obedience. That’s when I noticed two small rounded protrusions at the front of her top and realised her nipples were fully erect! The brazen display was rather exciting.
“Are you wearing a decent bra?”
“What I wear inside my own house is my business.”
She glanced at my raised hand.
“I will not tolerate violence and you will not burn Aruna or myself to death as Father did to Mother.”
“I would never do such a thing but cannot vouch for your father. Now get your passport I’m losing patience.”
Maybe it was an involuntarily twitch in my hand but the petite woman moved like a panther. Seizing my raised hand by the wrist, I howled as she bent it right back then bent back the fingers further. Twisting my arm at the wrist, I was forced to crouch in crippling agony while she looked down at me with barely concealed contempt.
“No means no. So get that through your thick head!”
How could a quiet sweet Indian girl know how to do such things to men? Oddly, restrained by her in that painful position caused my dick to stir!
“Let me go!” I gasped.
Was that a smirk upon her lips?
“HAI!”
That scary shout, a blur of movement and the edge of her hand chops the side of my neck. It was a surprisingly solid blow that disrupted my nervous system causing shaking arms and head while my legs trembled. This wasn’t possible, she’s just a girl!
“I give the orders in this house, not you,” she told me, holding me up by the agonising twisted hold.
With unnerving confidence, Mariam turned around by my side to face the same direction then pressed a forearm against the back of my arm. Embarrassingly, I howled as the slender young woman forced me to bend right over to look at the floor.
“That is where you belong. At my feet grovelling for forgiveness,” she told me, holding me in that position like a disciplinarian.
With her waist length long black hair, plain face and previously shy demeanour it was difficult to comprehend how she was doing this. I yelped as a sharp flick of the wrist threw me bodily sideways to the carpet. I tried to rise but Mariam drove my right wrist up the middle of my shoulder blades and forced me to sit. I had no choice, it felt as if my arm was going to break and my shoulder-blade snap!
Keeping my arm in that torturous position, Mariam knelt behind me with her chest pressing against my back. She released my wrist but when I tried to slide my arm out, her right arm flew over my right shoulder to wrap around my neck while pulling her body so close against my back that my arm was pinned between us. The forearm of her other arm pressed against the back of my head and I was stunned to realise she had me in a sleeper hold! This must be some kind of joke, she couldn’t possibly ... Her arms suddenly tightened, cutting my voice off with a croak as my throat was squashed in the narrow confines of the crook of her arm wedged so tightly it forced my jaws closed while choking me. My free hand flew to my neck to find her slim arms felt like a steel clamp around my neck and could not part them single-handed.
“If Adnan is an arrogant sexist pig like you then he’s in real trouble as Aruna really hates creeps like that.”
I could barely hear her over the loud pounding of my heartbeat. How could her slim arms squeeze so tightly? My eyelids were flickering and I had to clench my eyes tight because my vision zoned out. She wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, she was just a girl who didn’t have the strength or stamina and didn’t know what she was doing! So tight, can’t breathe, my brain fogging. My legs were slowly thrashing in frustration. My head was so heavy it was lolling downwards. She was putting me away! Not possible! Why’s my dick so hard? Must stay awake.
++ Adnan ++
I opened my eyes and looked around feeling disoriented, wondering why I’m on the floor by an old sofa in a dimly lit room I don’t recognise. A pair of legs swung lazily over the seat above me. Bare smooth skinned upper thighs short in length and quite thick were mesmerising, with white socks covering the shapely deep curves of her calves. I was content to lay there and watch those beauties.
“Awake at last,” came a teenaged girl’s voice from above. “Thought you might have kicked the bucket.”
Aruna! I was here to get the brat back to India except she’d kicked me in the balls and accidentality knocked me out between her thighs.
With growing anger I got to my knees and looked over the cushion. She doesn’t even look at me, she’s too engrossed with what’s on her phone. Lounging right back with her legs spread and skirt so short, I could see right up beneath and see the crotch of a white pair of knickers! I couldn’t tear my shocked gaze away and began panting quietly and rapid while my loins stirred.
“Mariam texted that she’s put Farouk’s lights out,” she remarked without looking up from her phone. “Neither of you are a threat to us, so off you Trotsky.”
“What! You’re joking right?”
She put her feet on the cushion and spread her bent knees wider, blatantly exposing her knickers. The sight made my dick absolutely rigid!
“Does it look like I’m joking, mate?”
The sweat formed on my brow and I was panting quickly.
“That skirt is too short! Close your legs, that’s not how women should sit!”
I couldn’t move my eyes away and my dick became tightly confined within my pants!
“My den, I’ll sit how I want. I never invited you anyway. If you’re so offended you shouldn’t be looking up my skirt, you dirty pervert!”
The sight of that sexy white triangle snugly moulded across her crotch between widespread bare thighs was hypnotic. I knew she was my cousin and well above legal age but couldn’t look away. The more I looked, the closer it seemed to get while my erection raged.
“Oi! what do you think you’re doing?”
I was leaning across the seat with my face right before her crotch. Before I could pull back, her hands shot out to grip the back of my head and pulled my face against her knickers.
“Mmmfffph!”
My cry of surprise was muffled by my mouth being firmly pressed into her crotch while my nose was wedged into the slot of her camel-toe! I groaned mentally. It was a very sexy place to be even with her short stocky thighs engulfing the sides of my head.
Because the girl was slouched back and I was on my knees, my chest and belly were stretched across the seat constricting my chest from fully expanding when I breathed.
“You used to say I had fat legs well not now they’re top-quality muscle developed through training and honed through playing soccer.”
She took hold of my hands and placed them on her bare thighs which were indeed delightfully smooth, soft and a pleasure to feel.
“One flex and feminine softness becomes as hard as steel.”
Her thighs expanded significantly in the blink of an eye and iron-hard plates lined the outside. I screamed into her knickers as a powerful pressure bore down upon the sides of my head threatening to crack my skull like an eggshell and make my eyes go pop!
“Ooh eff! Keep doing that mate and I might keep you as a pet.”
Reduced to weeping by a schoolgirl’s legs as sheer pain sliced through my head, I tugged frantically at those short chunky thighs but was frustrated to escape their hard unyielding power.
“You want to shove your face in my knickers, then knock yourself out or rather I’ll knock you out, pervert!”
The pain was too intense. I try to stand up to break her hold but her legs remain firmly clamped around my head keeping my face tightly mashed against her crotch. A sharp twist of her hips throws me back down to my knees with a splitting headache. The sheer muscular power of the girl’s legs was insane as her hips twisted sharply again, unbalancing me and throwing me around with my face firmly attached to the front of her knickers while her short chunky legs remained perfectly straight like steel girders. A hard twist in the other direction sent me back again. The girl continued to do this for what seemed like several minutes. Where her strong steel-plated legs went, I was forced to follow. It was so humiliating and degrading. This young soccer girl’s big legs were not only smooth and sexy but unfathomably strong. I feared they would rip my head off if they didn’t shatter my skull first. What if my brother walked in now to find me bullied by a schoolgirl, totally helpless in her legs while she chuckled as she dominated me?
“Your face is as red as a beetroot!” she laughed.
The feel of her bare inner thighs against my cheeks and the scent of her budding womanhood in my nostrils was intoxicating. With an aching boner, I succumbed to temptation and stuck out my tongue to start licking.
“Oi! Stop that, you perv!” she squealed, raising my face above the level of her crotch to glare at me while her chunky thighs slipped around the sides of my neck. They were so thick they forced my jaw up to make way for them to clamp around my straining neck.
“That’s it. I’m putting your lights the eff out!”
With a tough look that sent shivers down my spine, Aruna sat up straight and placed her hands, palms down, on the cushion on either side then raised herself until her backside was at least a good foot clear. I groaned as I tried to stretch my body to reduce the terrible strain upon my neck while those cable-like inner thighs bit into the sides of my neck cutting off the blood to my brain. My dick was absolutely throbbing as her thick muscular thighs expanded and bulged powerfully. This is why women shouldn’t be allowed to play sports! Her legs were too powerful to withstand and I was utterly owned by a schoolgirl! My stiffness surged and was beating like a drumstick then, to my shame, it began pumping strong blasts into my pants.
“No, not again!” she scoffed
Her mocking laughter accompanied me as I slipped into the void.
++ Farouk ++
I awoke in confusion, not knowing why I’m on the carpet. It took a few moments for the disorientation to wear off and get to my feet.
“About time too!” said a familiar voice. “Now you and your brother get out of my house and never return.”
Mariam stood in the door-way wearing a white cotton wrap-around kimono-style pyjama top that exposed far too much leg. The neck was also wide at the front, showing the tops of her breasts! I quickly averted my eyes.
Rather than the short skinny legs I recalled, they were thicker and healthy looking. In that short top, her bare legs looked pretty good and I had difficulty turning my eyes from them.
“Your pyjama top is indecent. Why aren’t you wearing the trousers to cover your legs?”
“Hey, just whose life is this anyway? You tell me how to live, but who asked you anyway?”
The normally placid young woman sounded irate.
“If they so offend you, why were you looking at them for so long?”
Before I could express my rage she spoke again.
“This is a martial arts gi jacket, which I’m sure you recognise but your stupid sexist male brain refuses to accept and this.” She held up the ends of the long belt wrapped around her middle. “Is a black belt. So unless you want to experience how I earned it and it will be a painful experience I assure you, I suggest you leave and take what’s left of your brother with you.”
She spoke confidently and I bristled with her audacity to speak to me like that.
“You’re joking right?”
Mariam’s face remained stony.
That simple wrapped jacket made the tiny slender plain looking young woman look formidable yet sexy. I was astonished to feel my loins stir under her hard unwavering glare with a tight set to her face and small mouth that I found quite sensual.
“Don’t you remember how I knocked you out?” she smiled menacingly.
“That was just a fluke,” I admitted feeling embarrassed about it.
I approached her, cursing myself for feeling apprehensive. Shrinking violet Mariam couldn’t be a black belt.
“You must do your duty to your father”
Placing my palms on the white cotton covering her slim shoulders, I stroked them, feeling the sturdiness of the rough material, while she glared at me.
“HAI!”
The loud sharp shout made me jump as her arms shot up together between mine then spread suddenly. The outside of her forearms slammed into the inside of mine, springing my arms apart and sweeping my hands from her shoulders.
“HAI!”
A blur flies towards me and I’m stunned as a palm slams hard against my cheek, twisting my face right around.
When the speed blur cleared, I had a stinging cheek with my rage close to bursting.
“Keep your hands to yourself before I seriously hurt you,” she warned.
Mariam’s legs looked really sexy in that short jacket and made her more appealing then I would have thought possible but I couldn’t let her get away with slapping me.
“Two can play at that game,” I growled.
Mariam surprised me by raising her small fists in a belligerent manner, standing with her legs astride. A long side split at her hip opened exposing the top of her thighs all the way to her knickers! I went to give her a slap of my own to knock some sense into her.
“YAH!” I shouted and let rip with a face-stinger of my own.
Her left arm shot up like lightning and I winced as my wrist slammed into her vertical forearm that was as solid as a steel post.
“HAI!”
A sharp shout and a fist sped upward at an angle straight for my face! Small but hard clenched knuckles hammer my chin driving my face back over my shoulders. Not only was I shocked that she had dared hit me but also by the strength of her punch.
“Beginner’s luck,” I growled angrily, rubbing my aching chin.
Mariam didn’t say a word but faced me with a focussed tight-lipped stare in a boxers stance with fists raised and her lovely legs apart forming a strong base. She looked confident and strong, as if she knew what she was doing which unsettled me.
“HAI HAI HAI!”
Fists blazed out at a terrifying speed pounding my sternum in rapid succession rocking my body with shocking power. Struggling for breath under the rain of blows, I was driven back across the room by a slip of a young woman.
“HAI HAI HAI!”
Stabs of agony shot through my side as another barrage of punches hammered the side of my ribs making me cry out and crease over in that direction instinctively to protect it from further pain.
“HAI!”
I winced as the slender young woman spun around to stand with her back facing mine then cried out as the point of an elbow powered painfully into my kidneys.
“HAI HAI HAI!”
Three machine-gun fast punches drilled my kidneys, as she spun back around, had me crying out in agony.
Feeling quite nauseous after that unexpected barrage, I saw Mariam step before me, stern-faced, to adopt another fight stance. She was such a petite thing yet looked so fierce yet sexy in that tiny gi top which showed off great legs and loose sides around the neck exposing some of her cupped breasts.
“Are you scared yet, cousin?” she asked, stepping close and looking up into my face with a tight smile. “HAI HAI!”
Faster than I could react, her right elbow became a blur streaking upwards. I groaned as my body jerked as pounded my strong stomach belly like a drum. Without pause, the frightening little minx spun her side to me and pumped the same elbow right back into my gut. I groaned loudly as it ripped right through and plunged deep.
“HAI HAI HAI!”
A maelstrom of fists pummelled my sore gut at a phenomenal rate turning my abs to jelly. The fists kept blazing preventing me breathing and causing me to slowly crease over until I felt close to passing out on my feet. It wasn’t possible! I was being beaten up by a petite slim young woman yet my dick was grower stiffer with each agonising blow!
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