Broken Bones

“If your mother had been pacified by your father, then why are you still terrified? It doesn’t make any sense.” Sarala spoke to Sri Latha as she applied the soap to her body. Sri Latha didn’t answer immediately. Even Sarala didn’t repeat her question and focussed on the task at hand which was to finish bathing the younger woman.

As her hand came to Sri Latha’s tight, sharp, peaks standing proudly, she couldn’t resist lingering her hand on those soft cushions that would make any man want to crush them with his hands and suck the heavens out them. She knew men desired perfect boobs and this woman had the perfect figure a man would kill for.

She pressed the right peak and marvelled at how soft it was. The perfect one for a perfect man. She wondered who would be the first to deflower this charming beauty. She slowly scrubbed the abdominal area sliding down her right thigh moving up again over the inner thigh till she reached The Place – the place a woman zealously guarded for her husband.

She spread the legs of the 23 year old Sri Latha and kept staring at what she saw. It was the perfect definition of heaven on earth – the shape of that mound with doors that led a couple to the heights of ecstasy was staring at her – bright pink in colour. The slight patch of pubic hair over was like a crown and added to the divine beauty.

With shivering hands the older lady placed the soap over the crown and slowly came down using the lather in her hands to massage the most desired part of a young woman. As she reached the clitoris, a moan left the young woman’s throat.

“What is this sensation mommy? Why do I feel like this?” the older woman looked at Sri Latha in surprise and shock. What was she talking about? Sri Latha was talking to her mother again.

“What are you talking about?”

“This sweet feeling when you rub the soap here.” Sri Latha kept her mother’s hand on her pussy. The older woman was shocked and embarrassed. How should she answer this question? She knew her daughter was very intelligent but this? How was she supposed to answer this question? She racked her brains trying to think of an appropriate response for a ten year old girl.

Meanwhile the girl was using her mother’s hand to rub the most private part in undisguised curiosity. She was even using her own hand to test if she got the same feeling. Mamatha was alarmed. Was her daughter growing up faster than normal? Was this an indication that she would start masturbating at the first chance? Would she be thinking of boys? That would be a disaster. How to keep her from doing anything that might harm her later?

“Young girls like that shouldn’t think of that.” Mamatha blurted out. She knew she was going about it the wrong way, but she didn’t want her only daughter to think about things she shouldn’t. “You shouldn’t think about that till you grow up.”

“Why?”

“Because – because- you are too young to understand.” She tried to grasp twigs in a vain effort to explain. “Grow up fast and you will get your answers.”

“How will I grow up fast?”

“By not asking these questions.”

She had not asked this question again and when she was 15 she wanted to ask but her mother was not there to answer. Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the precious moments of troubled childhood. Her mother had been her pillar of support except the day she had seen the real anger of her mother which was as terrifying as the wrath of Goddess Kaalika.

“Ma’am?” Sarala shook Sri Latha slightly waking her up from her reverie. The latter realised she was crying again and wiped her tears.

“Ma’am if you don’t mind, can you share your grief with me? You will light hearted once that sorrow is out of your system.” Srilatha took a deep breath as she started speaking. “The day my mother became Goddess Kaalika Devi is still etched on my mind. That day.....”

******* Rings of flashback *******

Ten year old Sri Latha was crying. A few tents had been set up in the right corner of the ground with white cross marks on them. “Medical Camp” the sign post said. A notice had come in the morning telling them that doctors were coming to examine them for diseases if any and would give medicines. All girls were ordered to line up after lunch.

Several hospital vans had come and several medical staff had started setting up the tents. At 1 pm the signal had been given to form up. They had complied with the order standing in lines of three waiting for their turn. The passerby on the road could clearly see the rows upon rows of girls standing under a tent waiting to be examined. A large banner had also been erected in front of the school entrance. “Vivekananda Girls High School Medical Camp – 10th August 3259 – Organised by MDC Medical College and Hospital, Madhugiri.” It announced.

She had not been able to understand why the crowd near the gate was increasing or why most of the crowd was made of males.

“What a view man!” one of them had remarked. “Can we make then face the road? We would have a better view then.” She had not been able to understand but the older girls could and they started trying to cover their bodies.

None of the girls were dressed. They had been ordered to leave their dresses in their classrooms. Now unknown males were gathering outside to see the spectacle of a whole bunch of high school standing as the day they were born. The ‘Volunteers’ who had been given the task of organising the lines had made them stand as if they were fully dressed.

That was till her mom had driven her car through the crowd into the school almost destroying the office. She didn’t even bother closing the door of her car as she started lifting whoever cam in her way. A sickening crack, a resounding thud and the man who tried to attack her would be lying with his neck at an odd angle.

“Is he dead?”

“Isn’t is obvious?”

“Wowww! She is super strong like Goddess Durga!” everyone raised their hands over their heads folding them in the ultimate gesture of surrender to the supreme power that was the source of all life.

Within no time the crowd at the gate had disappeared. By the time all the guards had been broken to death, the medical vans had also disappeared and there was no sign of the ‘Volunteers’ or the doctors.

“GET INTO YOUR CLASSES!”

They had all run back to their classes glad to be able to dress again.

“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THE KIDS ALONE!”

There was a thud and a scream.

“Someone is getting bashed!”

“If I had not been so strong, I would go and see who that was!”

“Hahaha! You are afraid, not strong silly!”

“I HAVE BEEN GIVING YOU EVERYTHING YOU ASKED AND YOU DARE TO BREAK YOUR WORD?” Another thud followed by a crunching noise as if someone’s bones were breaking.

“That’s the cashier!” one of the tenth class (grade) girls said. “The freak used to lift my skirt up every time I went into the office to get some chalk. Serves him right.”

“I TOLD YOU TO USE ME FOR YOUR DESIRES AND LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE.”

Another crack followed by another thud which shook the floor. All the girls looked happy that their suffering was at an end and that their tormentors were being ripped apart. It was an indication of how badly they had suffered.