Cynthia was mostly described by her friends and her teachers as "The best little girl you ever did see!"
She was probably the brightest 16 year old student the New Delhi Girl's Academy ever had under their tutorledge. Her Father was a recently retired Colonel in the employ of the Golden Star Trading Company headquartered in Calcutta and Istanbul. Her Mother was unfortunately a victim of the typhoid epidemic that swept the coastal regions of India almost a decade prior.
In less than a year, Cynthia would be graduating from the Academy. With her Father caught up in matters of vital commercial interest, she had absolutely no idea where she was going to go. It had been suggested by the kindly matron that she remain to assist in readying their young female charges for the reality of life beyond these sheltered walls. Cynthia was not very keen on that option as she had already spent ten long years in the formalized lifestyle of a female student in an exclusive private school.
She really wanted to see a little bit of the world. She wanted to mingle with the crowds of people she saw from her window each and every day. Above all, she wanted to discover what secrets lay hidden under the form fitting trousers of young males she had only spied from a distance. There were no males allowed into the Girl's Academy. It would be most unseemly and lacking in good manners to have the young females associate with those members of the human species who possessed a cock. Cocks were expressly prohibited inside the confines of the school. All teachers were female. All members of staff were female. The mere mention of such things as cocks, kissing and roving hands would be immediately dealt with by a visit to head mistress Felicia for a severe correction.
Cynthia had never had a real correction. She had only her palms smacked with a ruler for things like giggling at something funny in the classroom. The other girls told her of the terrible things that head mistress Felicia had done to them. They told her of the spankings and the humiliation of standing long periods of time with their bloomers down to their ankles in her tiny office. Sometimes she would rub a very salty cream on their battered rumps and make the tears come to their eyes. She professed it was a "soothing cream" but the girls knew better. The older Felicia enjoyed her job in correcting the young girls. They had no right to be so much younger and prettier than her. Felicia was never happier than when she could bring one of the young ladies to tears and sobs. Often after administering corporal punishment, she would lock her door and bring herself off with a vigorous frigging using the handle of the paddle she liked to use on her charges.
Cynthia loved to hear these stories. For some strange reason, they seemed to make her all wet down there inside her bloomers. When she was given the opportunity to look at the red bottoms of the naughty young girls, and even touch their glowing red heat with her fingertips, Cynthia felt that feeling deep inside and had to rub herself a little bit just to make it go away. Her best friend, Angela, told her it was a sin to touch one's self down there; but she knew it was the only thing that relieved her enough so she could fall asleep.
Cynthia was so looking forward to graduating in a few short months.
Cook told her most of the staff would not be coming to the school in the morning. She inquired the reason why and the cook replied,
"The workers want more money, child. They want the soldiers gone from their country. They want to be free to decide for themselves what kind of government they want to have."
That was a little bit much for poor Cynthia to absorb. The only thing she really understood was the bit about money. All the other girls told her she was so lucky to have a parent with lots and lots of money. Cynthia didn't think so at all. She never even saw any money at all. The school handled everything. She never even ever had a coin to buy a sweet in the market place.
On Sundays, they went to the church for services. Cynthia liked the church. She felt so safe inside. She was ready to have the priest hear her sins in the little side closet. He was a very old man. This was the closest she had been to a man since her Father visited last year. She told the old priest how sorry she was at committing her sins.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have been touching my legs at nighttime so I can go to sleep."
"Why, child, touching your legs is no sin. Where exactly did you touch?"
Cynthia pulled up her checkered uniform skirt and put her finger right on her pussy slit.
"Dear me, young lady, you have been knocking on the doorway to hell."
She was a little frightened by that and quickly asked the man dressed in a long black robe why a place like hell would possibly want inside her little tinkle hole.
"The road to hell is a mysterious route, little one; it sometimes needs to be checked over for dangerous twists and turns. Come sit on my lap and I will inspect your road with my fingers and make sure it is safe to travel on."
"Will my sin be taken care of if I get my road inspected?"
"Spread your legs wide and put your hands on my divining rod. When I inspected your road to hell, you must pull my divining rod hard to make your road nice and safe and free from sin."
Cynthia grabbed hold of the old priest's cock with both hands and commenced to jerk him off in a steady rhythm. She was not fooled by his silly story at all. She figured out the old man was just trying to get his hands on her pussy and get a bonus jerk off at the same time. It was all right with her because even an old man's cock was better than no cock at all.
The fingers in her little cunt made Cynthia all squishy and anxious inside. She knew she wanted something more but was afraid to find out what it was.
"I don't find any problems on your road, little lady, but you do have some very wet parts and your road is very narrow."
Cynthia was humping her vagina on the old man's hand as hard as she could and she was jerking him so fast that he started to spurt creamy stuff all over her school uniform. He gave her a handkerchief from his pocket to mop up the mess.
She smiled at the priest and watched him sniff her scent on his fingers.
"You are not a sinful girl. You are a very good girl. Keep doing your best to keep people happy and you will be happy yourself.
Now go say 5 "Our Fathers" and 5 "Hail Mary's" for your penance and remember to keep your skirt down when any boys are around.
Cynthia hurried back to the school. She did not want to be late and receive a correction from head mistress Felicia. Just as she jumped out to cross the heavily traveled road outside the church, a mini-cab came tumbling around the corner and knocked her back up on the walkway right into large container of yellow onions. She sat on top of the onions stunned into silence and semi-consciousness.
It was almost time for the market to close and for the vendors to go to their homes for evening dinner. The shopkeeper's assistant was in a hurry and didn't even look inside the onion container when he threw a cover over it. All the heavy items like that were inside a retractable metal fence to prevent loss from thievery. Cynthia muttered something that sounded like,
"Don't spank me. I am a good little girl and I was in church."
A light rain started to fall and the drops saturated the thin cover over the onions and dripped right down onto Cynthia's face.
When Cynthia woke up, she was really confused. She knew she was a girl but she didn't remember what a girl was. She knew she was in an onion barrel, but she didn't know how she got there. She couldn't remember her name and she had no idea where she was going, or for that matter, where she was coming from.
A noise was coming from the side of the small enclosure. There was a man trying to get into the small shop. She didn't think it was the owner because he was using a crow bar to open the double locked door. The girl decided it was better to ask for help no matter where the help was coming from.
"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me where I am?"
The young man fell forward, dropping his tools, he was that taken by surprise. They sort of looked at each other for a long time. Then, the man asked her in a stern voice,
"Where the hell did you come from, Darling?"
"I am afraid I don't know. I think I was in an accident and I don't remember anything."
The man had gone back to his work on the lock. This time he was successful and the door opened wide. The stranger beckoned her to come with him and they slipped into the small store. She felt her heart beating fast. She didn't know if it was because the man was pressed up tightly against her back and her bottom or because she instinctively knew they were doing something wrong. Her fears were confirmed when she saw the man scoop cigarettes and candy from the shelves and into his deep pockets. He also seemed to know where the money was hidden under the cash register and not inside it as expected.
They heard a noise on the street outside and the man put his hand over her mouth and lay on top of her on the wooden floor. She could feel his heart beating even more rapidly than her own and the distinctive outline of a firm and very long cock pressed into the small of her back. She was so nervous; she jumped like a silly goose and pushed her bottom up against him. She had absolutely no idea why she did that except it seemed the appropriate thing to do in the circumstances.
The man stuffed dozens of items into her deep pockets and they tip-toed out the side door and into the dark alley that led to the river. She didn't know how she knew that, she just knew.
They arrived breathless at a black metal door less than 15 minutes later. The man knocked three times and paused and then knocked a single time in some type of coded entry. The door was opened by an older man with a severe limp and several days of beard growth on his sharp pointed chin.
"What have you got here, Nassam, me boy."
"I got us a new crew member, Mr. Viktor. She helped me on the job and kept her mouth shut real good."
The older member of the trio took in the young girl, her quality clothes and her blank look. He figured right away that they might have good uses for a pretty young European girl with a spirit of cooperation.
"You did well, Nassam, but she bunks with me. I don't want you to go spoiling your touch or lose your good luck. I will keep her bottom warm for you, don't you worry. Now, go tote up the haul and see you turn it all in. No keeping little presents on the side."
The girl was nervous sleeping in a bed with a man. She knew she really wanted to do it, but she didn't know why. It was all so strange. Viktor told her to strip to her knickers and get under the cover. She knew he was watching her, but it made her all warm inside and she enjoyed doing it in front of him. She could see Nassam watching from the next room and that made her feel good too.
Viktor's beard was scratching her back, but she did not want to complain. She could feel his strong legs and his muscular arms wrapped around her like a rope that bound her tight.
"Oh, dear God!"
She could feel the long, hard shaft of Viktor's cock pressing into her thin knickers. He was oozing a sticky fluid that made her bloomers wet. Viktor hooked his fingers in her knickers and pulled them down to half-mast. His cock was now pushing into her ass crack in a delicious and exciting way. Soon, the head of his cock was pressed up tight against her tight little pucker hole. She was certain Nassam could hear her panting and moaning like a street whore. She so wanted Nassam to think nicely about her, not that she was some kind of nasty girl that spread her legs for anyone.
Her belly was fluttering so nicely now. Her tight muscles had given way to Viktor's huge cock and opened up her rear door a crack. That was all he needed to push all the way inside, deep up into her virgin rectum.
Viktor began to lose all sense of decorum. Cynthia's tight rectal channel surrounded his plunging cock like a soft velvet glove. He mounted her from behind and drove her down hard into the mattress. Her moans changed to grunts. A deep throaty grunt each time Viktor bottomed out in her tight little ass.
Nassam heard it all from the next room. He lay on his stomach and wrapped his legs around his favorite pillow giving it his full length of cock each time he heard Cynthia grunt her loudest.
He had never heard Viktor's bedsprings squeak so loud. The bed was slamming into the wall separating the two rooms in a beat that seemed to grow louder and bang harder as it neared the finish. He could hear Viktor shout out in Russian. He always did that when he was starting to cum. The strange girl was begging Viktor not for mercy, but for him not to stop. She was so hungry for his cock and she seemed so innocent, so very pure.
The girl went to sleep with Viktor's cock still inside her. She was happy now. She was learning about men's cocks and she could remember who she was. Cynthia had no desire to return to the school.
She was enjoying herself far too much out here in the real world.
(Continued in Part II)
CYNTHIA IN THE REAL WORLD PART II
Cynthia was in very good spirits the next morning. Her bottom still stung a little bit, but she didn't really mind at all. Viktor had taken her ass cherry with his huge cock. She had enjoyed it after the initial shock of entry. She liked the way he hugged her tightly just as he was spraying her deep inside. Even now, she felt desirable; when he put his rough, calloused hand on her tender rear end.
Nassam was smiling a knowing smile at her. He smirked when she sat down gingerly on the wooden bench.
"Little English missy make Viktor happy man last night?"
Cynthia's face reddened a little bit. She knew they were making a lot of noise and she hoped Nassam couldn't see her face last night when she was impaled so deeply by Viktor. She looked over her shoulder into the other room. Viktor was busy sorting papers and maps. Cynthia reached up and cupped Nassam's semi stiff cock and low hanging testicles in her hand. She had almost no experience in touching male sex equipment. Her legs were opening and closing in excitement and she continued to explore every part of Nassam's package. She kept an Eagle eye on Viktor because she knew he would upset at her fickle behavior.
"I have to be nice to Viktor. He is the boss. He will look out for me just like he looks out for you."
"Stroke me a little bit, pretty blond girl. I am ready to spill my seed. You make me feel nice with your little white hand. Good! Right there, you got my spot. Catch it in your hand. Don't let Viktor see my cream."
Nassam patted the top of Cynthia's head. She neatly caught all the spunk in her palm and wiped her hand clean on the kitchen towel. Viktor came into the kitchen and did not suspect a thing.
"Nassam, bring Saroya in here. We have a nice job to plan together."
Nassam fetched a small Indian girl into the room. She wore a number of bangles on her wrists and sported large hoop earrings under her flowing hair.
Viktor informed Cynthia that Saroya had worked for him ever since her 16th birthday and she had learned many valuable lessons in the past three years. He told her that Saroya would teach her what she needed to know. First, she had to be prepared to blend into the background.
"Soroya, prepare a bath for Cynthia. Use the special nut juice to make our little British girl so close to you in skin tone that you will look like sisters.
Cynthia sat in the bath and watched in dismay as her skin changed from the usual pale shade to a shade more like nicely stained furniture. Saroya even pushed her head under water so the tint went deep into her ears and nostrils. Both Viktor and Nassam watched the entire operation with their cocks sticking out in obvious arousal.
She was not allowed to wipe dry. Instead, the three of them fanned her with towels to dry the nut juice on her now dark brown skin. Viktor told her to bend over so they could see if the juice had even covered the final spot of her tight little pucker hole. Saroya spread her wide and even inspected in the folds of her anus to make sure she was completely brown all over. Even her light colored hair was now a dark shade of brown. It was very similar to her skin tone.
Saroya dressed her in a sari and she put on the sandals that Viktor had purchased for her. Suddenly, there were two small Indian girls in the room, not just one.
Viktor told her she would now be called Jasmine and only to use local language she had learned at the academy. Never to use the English words that would give her identity away. He laughed loudly when he told her, "Little girls are meant to be seen and not heard."
Cynthia did not think it was that funny. She really did not think it funny when Viktor gave her behind a hard spank.
"The boys will be giving you the hands in the market place. Do not take offense and do not even take a notice. Just to ignore, you understand."
Cynthia realized that as a British girl, she was treated with diffidence. Now, as a local girl, she would have to put up with the rough and tumble of female second class citizen status in a chaotic society.
Saroya showed her how to use the lip tint favored by a lot of the young girls. She also showed her how she must show proper respect to older males no matter how rude they acted toward her. She showed her the best way to place the sari in order to fan the flames of desire in any attentive male in her presence. Her first test was to be at the gentlemen's drinking club this evening.
She and Saroya were sitting with 4 office workers drinking beer and laughing a lot. She noticed that the men were very free with their hands because they assumed both she and Saroya were club girls put there for their pleasure. She leaned forward over the table to serve two of the men with the sweetmeats provided for the customers. One of the young men slid his hand up under her knickers and pushed a finger into her damp slit. She was shocked but not entirely unresponsive. The man was obviously married and just having a good time with the boys. He spoke with an intelligent flair and made an attempt to be charming. His finger playing in her pretty little pussy was very crude and degrading for any young girl. Cynthia/Jasmine realized she was now not worthy of being held on any pedestal of normal womanhood. She was a joy girl meant to service the needs of unhappy husbands and sex-starved bachelors too busy to court a good girl. It made her feel a little dirty, but it was not a bad feeling. In fact, she was excited by the feeling, just like the excited feeling she had at the finger playing in her still virgin pussy.
One of the men was seriously drunk and had pushed Saroya's sari down so far that her nipple was exposed to everyone at the table. He was flicking it with his ball-point pen in a silly game of trying to make her squeal at his teasing. One of the other men who saw Saroya used in such a shameful manner, decided to push up her sari in the back and started to pull her brown ass cheeks apart for a close inspection by one and all.
It was a natural progression for Cynthia/Jasmine to be treated in the same disgraceful way. She was pushed down on top of the table and one of the men spread her ass cheeks to allow the other to push his hard erection into her defenseless ass. She was still a little sore from Viktor but the man had the decency to spread a liberal coating of butter on his cock allowing it to slide in with very little effort.
Both Viktor and Nassam could see her dark brown bottom jumping up and down as the man pushed in and out of her tiny hole. Jasmine was so excited by the impalement that she pounded the tabletop with her clenched fist. She loved being made to take it like this. She was giving up her unworthy joy girl ass to the pleasure of a hard-working man in need of relaxation. When the young man began to spank her ass very hard with his hands, Jasmine had to release her juices visibly onto the glass tabletop. All four of the men looked at her shame and laughed. They thought it was very funny.
Jasmine looked up and she saw Saroya's ankles up high around the older man's shoulders. His heavy thick cock was buried deep in Saroya's pussy. She was squealing like a little piggy that was lost in a strange place. Just then, the young man with his cock buried deep in her rectum loosed his flood of creamy cum deep inside her.
It was a lot different than with Viktor because this man was spanking her hard and calling her very dirty names. It made her feel dirty and she really loved it. It was what she always wanted.
The four party-goers departed in a drunken state of confusion. Both Saroya and Jasmine had hands full of rupees and Viktor and Nassam congratulated them on fooling the men completely. Viktor was really pleased that Jasmine was able to pass for a sexy local girl. It fit into his plan perfectly.
Their mark was to be a young widow with a reputed fortune in gold and jewels. Saroya was to distract the security guard with her feminine wiles and Nassam and Jasmine were to enter the balcony window of the young widow's bedroom. Nassam was to check all of the drawers and the closets as quietly as possible and Jasmine was to check under and around the bed of the widow. There was a good chance the woman would keep her fortune as close to her as possible. The only other change was Jasmine would have her hair cut very close to create the impression that she was a boy. Jasmine liked that very much. She liked being a boy even it was just make-believe. She even wrestled with Nassam before they left. She wrapped her legs and her arms around the slender boy and made him beg her to let him go. It felt so good when she had him helpless like that. She wondered what it would be like to have a thing like the boys do and to stick it into a girl. It would be so much fun to get on top of a girl and make her wiggle and bounce with a nice long boy thing.
Both Jasmine and Nassam could hear Saroya telling the security guard to turn the light off before she bent over for him. They saw the light go off and figured she had him distracted for at least the next 20 to 30 minutes. Nassam worked fast searching all the closets and the drawers. Jasmine was under the bed and searched in every little hiding place. Nassam found the hiding place just as he was ready to give up. He could hear the coins jingling inside the box. Silently, he moved to the window. He motioned Jasmine to follow him.
She slipped from under the bed and froze when a long dainty hand fell onto her face from above. The fingers were on her nose and even in her mouth. The widow lady tasted like sweet candy. Jasmine's heart was beating very fast. She was very frightened that she would be caught. The governor in this district was very strict with thieves. At the very least, she could expect a severe caning, perhaps, even several canings. They would be all delivered with bare bum in front of all the court officials and the injured parties. The fingers were stroking her face now. The hand traced the outline of her lips.
"Who is down there on my floor?"
Jasmine knew she was found out. Quickly, she rose beside the bed and viewed the frightened look on the young widow's face.
"It is only poor Ali, memsahib. I was looking for trinket to bring to my poor sick mother."
The proud British female looked indignantly at the insignificant little beggar boy thief. She would teach this little upstart a lesson.
"Stand up and turn around, little thief!"
"Bend over and touch your toes, you nasty little boy."
Jasmine was a little frightened, but she followed the British gentlewoman's instructions. It was almost like being back at the Girl's Academy.
Jasmine cried out her shock at the blow. This was no gentlewoman. This was a very strong and determined person in authority with a hand that made her tremble all over.
"Whack, Whack Whack!"
The blows were coming fast and furious now. Jasmine was crying now, she just couldn't help it.
Jasmine told herself, "It is not I crying, it is that silly girl, Cynthia with her stupid stuck up ways. She is the weak one. Jasmine is too strong for that."