H-eeling time

In search for healing, a young woman surrenders herself to a unique method in the jungle of India

My world had turned upside down. And not in a fun way. In less than a year, everything I knew had changed. My parents passed away unexpectedly, leaving me with a huge inheritance. I didn’t want it. All I wanted was one more moment with my parents. I was already living comfortably before, because I never needed much. Just enough money to be able to buy the groceries I wanted, to pay the mortgage of my apartment and utilities and save a little in case of emergencies. And now I had access to a bank account with way too many numbers. Just seeing the amount of money made me sad.

So I did what every sane person would do. I quit my job, rented out my apartment to friends and started to travel the world. I immersed myself in colorful cultures and drowned in seas of unknown languages and food. I wanted to experience everything. I backpacked through Europe and Asia, trying to visit all the larger festivals and feasts. I was in a frenzy to find happiness again. It never came. It didn’t matter how much I laughed or how marveled I was by the cultures. There was always this pit of depression deep in my stomach. But as long as I was abroad, I felt the need to keep moving. Not to wallow in self pity. I was being frugal, not spending too much money because I wanted to experience it all like a real person. Knowing I had plenty available in case of emergency, also made me push further. Keep going.

And thus I found myself in a bar in India. Covered in painted powder, drinking the local alcohol and laughing with the people I met. I was drunk and actively ignoring the overwhelming sadness. Outside, the Holi festival was still in full swing. One of the group, I don’t even remember who, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. He danced close to me, his hips pressed against mine and his hand on my lower back. His warm breath in my ear as we laughed. Nobody saw us, and nobody was paying attention.
“I know you are unhappy,” he said, as his hand moved to my ass. I stiffened a little, but he kept me moving. “I can feel it. Can I try and make you happy for just one night?” I pulled away a little to watch his face. He was handsome enough. Seemed trustworthy. So I nodded slightly. He then held up a little pill, placing it between his teeth. Giving me the choice. After just a second more, I made up my mind. Fuck it. You only live once. What’s the worst thing that could happen? So I pressed my lips against his and used my tongue to take the pill from him. Before I could second guess my choice, I swallowed it, not breaking the kiss. Instead, I found his tongue and allowed him and whatever drug he gave me to sweep me off my feet.

The night was a blur. I quickly felt floaty and allowed him to take me outside. The colors were magnificent and magical and for the first time in ages, I felt alive. Free. Light. I danced, I kissed and then I allowed him to take me back to his place. And there we fucked for endless hours. We fucked until our bodies gave out and even then, we couldn’t stop touching each other. Fingers stroking each part of each other. My whole body tingled as everything felt like an ongoing orgasm. There was no time, no pain. Nothing. Just us. I lost count of how many times he had fucked me and pumped me full of his seed. I didn’t care. Not anymore. My throat and my pussy were his. I remember him refusing to fuck my ass and he listened. We gave everything until we passed out, tangled up in each other.

When I woke up the next morning, it took me a second to remember what happened and where I was. Everything was sore and my body felt heavy. Like I couldn’t move. Yet I felt surprisingly well. No headaches, no nausea. Just deliciously sore. A soft kiss was pressed against my forehead.
“I know you’re awake. I want to give you one last gift, before the drugs wear out. Trust me.” I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t feel like I could speak. He turned me over to my back and pushed my legs wide. Then, he slowly pushed his cock inside my battered pussy, coating it in the thick layers of cum he had pumped in me before. Everything between my legs was sticky and slippery. I moaned deeply. I still felt slightly floaty, like you usually do when you just wake up. I wanted him to fuck me slow and deep, but I was surprised when he pulled out. He closed my legs, holding them together and pushing them further up. Then, the tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. I was surprised when he slipped in fairly easily and despite some discomfort, it didn’t hurt as much as I had thought. He fucked me slowly, and it didn’t take long before I was moaning. This feeling was absolutely exquisite and I found myself wanting to fuck him back. I wanted him to go harder. Deeper. I wanted more. So much more. I wanted my entire insides to be filled by his cock. I cummed harder than I ever had before and not much longer he pumped me full of his seed again.

It was about an hour when the drug had completely left my system. My brain cleared up and my body responded to my movements again. The pit of sadness was back, yet I did feel a bit lighter than before. Being completely sober again I had pushed him to his back and rode him one last time, before we showered together. We left the hotel room an absolute mess. The sheets were sticky and covered in paint. We didn’t care. We had lunch and he brought me back to my own hostel. It was time for me to move on.
“Thank you for last night. It was absolutely magical.” I kissed his cheek as I packed my bag.
“I have an address for you that cures pain from the inside. You might need it. Heal.” He pushed a card in my hand and before I could respond, he was gone. But I had to get moving too. I quickly stuffed the card in my backpack and walked away from the hostel, on to new adventures.

It was a week later and I was back in the spiral of crippling depression, completely ignored by booze and culture. I was sitting by the side of the road, resting in the late afternoon sun, trying to press down the despair when I remembered his words. Someone who could cure pain from the inside. It seemed to be too good to be true. But I took out his card anyway. It was just a blank card, with a name and an address scribbled on. That and something I couldn’t read, let alone pronounce. What the hell, what’s the worst thing that could happen? Besides, my wandering around had brought me relatively close to this town anyway. So I stood up, grabbed my back and started walking again, following the signs towards the little town.
A day later, during breakfast, I was using the local WiFi spot to find the exact location. It was in a remote area, close to a lake, about a two hour hike from here. Gathering the last bit of courage I needed, I grabbed my stuff and made my way there.

It was harder to find than I thought. I had wandered the forest for hours, looking for something of a sign to point me to the right area. I was sweating and sore. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted it. A cabin, close to the water. Remote. Silent. Being too tired to worry, I made my way over and knocked on the door. An older man opened after a couple of minutes, peeking through a little crack and mumbling something in Indian.
“I’m sorry to disturb you…”
“I no help.” He had a strong accent and was about to close the door, but I quickly held up the card I was given, showing him the word. After a second, the door opened further.
“In! In!” Suddenly his energy had shifted, to kind and open. Now, in the daylight, I could see him more clearly. He wasn’t as old as I first thought, maybe mid forties, early fifties. He seemed to be in very good shape.
He ushered me in, helped me take off my bag and pulled me by my arm to the chairs overlooking the water.
“What can I do for you?” His accent had lessened dramatically and I realized it was just a ruse to keep people out.
“I-I’m not sure. The person giving me this card said you cure pain from the inside?” The man nodded as he sat next to me.
“I can do many things. But I need the will to change. I need an open mind. I need acceptance. Can you do that?” I nodded slowly.
“Tell me about your pain.”
My face was wet with tears as I spilled everything I felt. Everything I was I had now given to this man. I had been talking for almost an hour and he had not interrupted me once. When I finally fell silent, he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Tomorrow we will begin. For now, I will give you food and a bed.”
“What do I owe you? Like, what does it cost?”
“Your willingness to give in. You already paid a big price, the rest will be a piece of cake.”

The man woke me with tea the next morning. It was still very early and I was still tired. My muscles ached from the long hike.
“This is a magic tea. If you’re ready, it will allow you to give in. If you’re not ready to be here, it will just taste like tea and I will send you on your way.” I sat up and took the tea from him. In slow sips, I drank it all. It tasted surprisingly well. It wasn’t until the last drop that I looked up at him.
“What is in it?”
“Poison.” My eyes widened and I started coughing, causing him to laugh. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. No, just a mixture of herbs. It will allow you to let go. It’s not like drugs, but it can relax you. Do you trust me?” I just nodded, and allowed him to help me up from the bed.
“From now on, I require silence. No words. Just eyes, ears and touch. I want you to feel. Let go. Trust. Don’t fight what is about to happen.” I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, before nodding again. Silence.

He took my hand and walked me outside, to the side of the lake. We were just surrounded by water and forest. There was nobody here. In slow, calculated movements, he started to remove my clothing. Pulling my shirt over my head. I hadn’t changed after sleep, so I wasn’t wearing a bra. He pulled down my pajama bottoms and helped me step out of them. Then my panties. He removed my hair tie and took out my earrings. In silence, he placed a hand on my chest, between my breasts and took slow, deep breaths with me as we stared into each other’s eyes. The forest around us was loud, but we were here in our own bubble. Somehow, I didn’t feel shy. Being naked was normal. It was a step. Tears filled my eyes as I allowed the emotions to escape. He just nodded. Let it happen. We took a small step forward, so we were standing in the cold water. Goosebumps covered my skin and my nipples hardened, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he leaned down and took a handful of mud. He started covering me in it, completely. First my arms. My shoulders, my face and my hair. Then my breasts, stomach, hips, legs and even my toes. Lastly, he pushed the cold mud between my legs, covering literally every bit. I couldn’t ignore the shiver running through my body as the cold mud was pressed against my clit. A step forward, into the water. He was still dressed but didn’t seem to mind that his clothes got wet. We got deeper, until the water reached my middle. Then he scooped my legs up from underneath me and placed me flat on the water, allowing me to float. I then felt his hands. He was humming softly as his fingers moved through my hair, taking off all the mud. Carefully removing it from my face. My arms. My eyes closed and I allowed myself to relax completely, giving myself to his touch. He first slowly cleaned all my limbs, before moving to my stomach. By that time, I was completely relaxed and feeling like I wasn’t here anymore. Like I wasn’t floating in some lake somewhere in the middle of India, being massaged by a random dude. So when his hands moved to my breasts, it felt like it was the most normal thing that could ever happen. His fingers slowly and expertly followed the contours of my tits and my hardened nipples. A tingle moved through my body as he squeezed softly and pulled on the little nubs. It was all still gentle yet somehow aroused me immensely. A soft moan escaped from the back of my throat but I wasn’t ashamed. He seemed to expect it. He spent a lot of time on my breasts, before his hands slid lower. He pushed my legs wider and his fingers softly caressed my pussy. The outer lips, washing them clean of the mud. The inner lips. My little clit. He used one hand to open my pussy, allowing his fingers to slip in and stroke my inside. I didn’t want to fight him. I couldn’t. I was gone, floating in the blissful sea. He wasn’t chasing an orgasm. He was just gently exploring. Widening my core with his fingers. Preparing me for the next step. Cleansing me. He then moved lower, to my asshole, leaving my pussy wide open. His finger also slipped in there, which was easy considering my state of relaxation.

Wait, what was I doing? I tensed when he slipped a second finger in there, stretching me wider. One of his hands quickly rested on my chest, where my heart was beating rapidly. Relax. Give in. Trust. I could do this. I took a deep breath in and out and focused on relaxing my body again. A third finger burned a little, but I allowed it. I let it take over. My body felt what it was supposed to feel. I was where I was meant to be.

We both knew at the same time when I was ready. I didn’t know what for, but I felt it. The deep relaxation in my core, covered by a layer of arousal. If I wanted to move, I could, but I didn’t want to. My body was his. I was here to heal. He kept one of his hands on me but I felt how he moved me through the water. I was fine. This was perfection. He moved, but I was alright. His hand on me moved back to my pussy, opening my lips wide. Then I felt something cold and slippery press against my entrance. It wiggled. It almost felt like a slow vibrator, but that didn’t make sense. I gasped when something slipped in, guided by the hands of the unknown Indian man. It forced its way deeper, almost like it had a mind of its own. It was thick, round and slimy. An image came to mind of a fish, or rather, an eel. It wiggled inside and I let out a deep moan as it stretched my pussy wide, forcing all the way in. There, it twisted and turned, I could feel it inside me. Was this a dream? The same, cold feeling now pressed against my asshole. Fingers that pulled me open and the eel pushed itself inside my bowels. A deeper moan. This was the feeling I was craving, back when the man was fucking my ass. A thick, long cock, moving inside of me. I stretched wide over its thick body, all the way until I felt how it became thinner, and my ass swallowed the eel whole. It wiggled inside my bowels and I moaned deeply. Another pressed against my ass, slipping in easier as the slime of the previous eel had lubed me up. This felt thinner, but longer. It too slipped in, wiggling in my intestines. I was absolutely gone as bliss completely overtook me. It was now time for another, and this one was significantly bigger. A thick head that forced its way inside, tearing open my asshole over its thick, wide body. It was enough to pull me over the edge and I cummed so hard that the eel inside my pussy was pushed out. But it was hungry and I immediately felt how it found its way back inside my pussy. I felt so full. Everything inside me was wiggling and the feeling was indescribable. I kept cumming as the slippery eels stroked each part of my sensitive body. The man moved and lifted my head a little. I opened my eyes to find my belly swollen and moving. Tick, hungry eels moving around inside me. There was no worry, just ultimate pleasure. When the man let my head go, he leaned forward, kissing me deeply. His tongue caressed mine and his hand played with my nipples. I was hoping this feeling would never go away. Ever. Bliss, pleasure, being filled to the brim with wiggling eels.

I didn’t know how long it lasted. I did know the sun was slowly setting when the man was moving me again. He pushed me to the shore, where he lifted me up in his arms and placed me on the sandy bank, just on the edge of the water. There he opened my legs and slowly let his cock slide deep inside my pussy. The eel inside there didn’t seem to like that much, as it wiggled furiously. But the man didn’t care. He fucked me hard and deep and I was absolutely gone. My eyes were rolling back at the feeling of his cock and the angry eel rubbing over my sensitive areas. When I cummed again, he cummed with me, covering me and the eel in his seed.

As soon as the man pulled out his cock, the eel also slipped out, angrily slipping into the water. The man then took my hands and placed them on my knees, telling me to keep myself open without words. He gently pushed on my stomach, forcing the eels from my bowels. The thin one was first. I groaned as it made its way out of my asshole, slipping back into the water. Then the next one. This one took longer as it was having a harder time to slide out of my ass, stretching me wide once again. The last one had nestled itself high in my belly and reluctantly it also moved out of my body, leaving me completely empty.
I almost felt sad. After having these wiggly things in me for so long, it was weird not having something inside me. The man picked me up again and carried me to the home. There, he placed me on the bed and left me alone. Suddenly I realized my pain was gone. No sorrow eating me from the inside. No earth shattering pain overtaking me. I was free. With a smile, I let myself drift off to sleep. I was free.

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