We settled down as a well knit family very soon . Manju had also started working and we were enjoying conjugal bliss. The rules of the game had already been spelled out and none dared cross the lakshman rekha enunciated by Papa.But one thing troubled me . Why had my mother become like what she was… a docile timid person with no self respect with an enormous capacity to absorb insults I planned to get the truth out of her one day.The opportunity came soon when Papa had to go to Bikaner in connection with Preety’s marriage. That evening Preety was busy studying while Manju was busy cooking. I cornered Mom and asked her to come to Papa’s room. We sat for few minutes watching TV when I started the conversation.
“Mom , “ I said ,” Papa was mentioning about your problems at home while he was away. What really happened Mom??”Mom was initially evasive but then when I told her that I also suffered from her complex and that I could also not achieve orgasm unless hurt physically she started her long story.“Son your papa was already in the services when we were married. Our marriage was a tame affair as your grandmother was no more and your grandfather was a hopelessly poppy addict. There was hardly any fanfare. I was a rustic village girl and my father was all too happy to get rid of me.
After I came to your father’s house I realized that I was expected to do everything. There being no other woman in the house. This was a village setting and besides doing house hold chores like cooking cleaning and washing I had to also care for the cattle. Being a young girl I just could not cope but instead of getting sympathy from my FIL all I got was scolding and abuses. I tolerated all this as long as your father was around. His leave soon ended and he went away leaving me alone to fend myself against the wolfs. I tell you son, honestly Missed my mother in law then. I wish she was alive to protect me. After your father left my FIL’s attitude become worse and worse by the day . My brother in law were silently. Sympathetic but totally unable to stand up against their father. One day in winter it was chilling cold and after serving everyone dinner I retired to my room. Soon I heard foot steps outside my door. My doors were never closed .Papa was quite high that evening perhaps had taken double dose of his usual poppy snuff. He banged the doors of my room open and entered slightly unstable. He sat himself on my bed and started to remove his shoes. I pointed out to him that he was in the wrong place but he said he was in the correct place.
After removing the shoes he removed his woolen shawl and threw it on the floor. Then he started removing his clothes one by one. Son he was totally naked. I was scared stiff and darted for the door. He lunged at me and caught me in a firm grip before I could even reach the door. He pulled me so hard that I fell on the floor and before I could recover he landed a fierce kick in my groins. I was thrown against The opposite wall so fierce was his blow. I shouted in pain hoping that at least one of my brothers in law would come to my rescue but none came. By y now my FIL was slapping me and kicking in great abandon.. I begged him to stop. He stopped hitting me and sat himself on the bed. He instructed me to suck his prick. Tell me son what could I do?? I feared for my life. If he killed me no one would raise an eyebrow. This was rural Rajasthan. Women had no rights!!So I did what he told me to do. I became his slave. Later he climbed over me and fucked me as if I was his wife. After he was satisfied he put on his clothes and stumbled back to his bed where he normally slept.This went on for several months and his fucking me became a routine affair. Frankly I also got used to it and slowly started looking forward to his sexual assaults. Then when I missed my periods I told him but he was not alarmed at all. The next day he took me to Udaipur and got me aborthed. Just like that !!!
By now I was so used to be physically and sexually abused that I started enjoying it. One summer evening FIL had two of his friends over for dinner. They consumed a whole bottle .of country liquor and I had to serve them dinner. While I was doing so one of his friends remarked “ Josh Ram what a beauty you have as your daughter in law. Just look ather bums sooo sweet and so sexy. I am sure you must be dipping into her hole of heavenly nectar. Just look at her fresh garnd so fresh and inviting I wish I could taste her sweetness to Josh Ram
Father laughed this out but the comment had registered. That night he fucked me in my ass hole and tore it to shreds. I so sore that I could not sit a d was bleeding for the next week. The rascal had no mercy and he continued to fuck my injured bleeding ass hole for the whole week til his lust was satisfied.. Two months later we received a telegram that your father was coming home. I thought this was the end of my misery. That night FIL came to as usual but did not fuck me. He was a worried person and said “ Look Geeta, you shall never mention what has happened to you to my son. If you do I shall have all my friends vouch for that you had offered your sex to them for money. Besides I will disown you throw you out of the house . Where will you stay after my son had returned from leave??
He was right. I had no options but to remain silent. I wonder when the two month’s leave passed but one good thing was that your father had managed to make me pregnant with you. Now my FIL’s attitude changed totally. Forget about fucking me and abusing me he was the most congeial self. He called his widowed sister home tolok after me and he hovered about me as if I was his wife.When finally I delivered you … a son my FIL was delirious with Joy. He called the whole village and served them dinner. His cronies were served English whiskey and there was a great party. After that he never came within five feet of me .
Son by then I had already started suffering from a deep guilt feeling. Later when your father got a field posting and we were able to join him at Udhampur. I felt that I just could not climax unless your father abused me physically and sexually. He slowly understood my condition when I told him the whole story. By that time his father had already expired.Since then Son I love it when your father abuses me physically and sexually. Its in his genes and we women of the house have no choice but to accept it.
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