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Gauntlet of Lust – Chapters 6 – 8
By Word of Blake
Chapter 6
Narindar Singh at Amritsar
Amritsar North India – Time – The Present
“Narinder Singh, you are a Sikh and I believe, an honest man. However, I believe you have been using the power, inherited from Siva, for your own personal ends. You have been using time transference and also you have resurrected the art of Thuggee, again for your own personal ends.
“You must be well aware that we have not practised since the British made it difficult, if not impossible for our devotees to worship Kali in our own fashion.”
“My lord,” answered Narinder Singh, “I shall explain all, I will then await your decision if you still believe that I have used the powers for mine own ends and personal value.”
“Proceed,” replied the deity.
“It was quite by chance that I read that one Richard Fanshawe was to visit Singapore on business, and he represents the firm of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe and that with the added virtue that I also was appraised that a Miss Crawford would also visit Singapore at the same time. To understand my interest in these people, My lord, we must go back 1856. My great-grandfather, Jarindar Singh was attached to the British Indian Army who at that time were hunting Masoor Khan who had committed many atrocities not only against the British but also against my people. The Moslem have always hated us. This is the story…”
The adjutant of the Jaldee Light cavalry was a Major Basil Fortescue-Harris. He and a young subaltern, 2nd Lieutenant Reginald Crawford, had been out on a foray one day and came across a ruined temple.
Unlike some of their fellow officers, these two were as randy a pair of rakes as you could wish to meet. It was well known that they were poking not only some of the young Indian house maids who knew no better but some of the wives as well. Many of the officers were only interested in tiger shoots and polo, leaving the Memsahib to fend for themselves.
I am pleased to say that many of these young wives, and not always the young ones, found that the climate in India changed their libido to such an extent that they willingly gave their charms to all comers, in more ways than one. In fact yonis were ever ready to accept the lingams of these two reprobates.
These women from the high social scale of England would, alas, fuck anyone, as long as they were officers, of course.
However, I digress, Fortescue-Harris and Crawford found this ruined temple and they were much intrigued by the erotic, if not to say, pornographic, carvings that covered the walls. Obviously this had to be investigated. Leaving the troop under the command of the Jemadar (a lieutenant), the pair entered the temple. More paintings and the Indian carvings delighted them absolutely and they decided to have the troop prepare tiffin (lunch) whilst they searched the ruins to see if there was anything they could carry off. As it happened, as Crawford was poking at a wall with his sword, to make certain that there were no cobras around, a section collapsed. A small hole was uncovered and in the hole reposed an iron chest.
The lock was rusted but Crawford overcame that small problem with one shot from his pistol. The shot brought native troops at the run but the major sent them back, telling the troopers that Lt Crawford had just shot a snake.
Not actually seeing the snake the Jemadar was not convinced, but was not going to argue with the major. However he told the Havildar (Indian sergeant) to stay with the men. He did not trust the English officers.
He was just in time to see the two remove a casket from the iron chest and inside he could plainly see that there were four bangles or bracelets.
Knowing the temple they were in and being aware of the story of the lost bracelets of Kali, as he was Hindu, he decided to say nothing until the time was right.
On the troops return to the base fort the Jemadar made his way to meet with his friend; Jarindar Singh. Over a glass of tea he told Jarindar Singh what had taken place at the ruined temple and Singh told him that the proper Indian authorities should be informed. The only man who could do this was Jemadar Niaz himself.
Within days, Crawford was promoted and posted, to return to England, taking two of the bracelets with him.
By terrible coincidence Niaz was shot and killed on the very next patrol, which left just Jarindar Singh who knew of the theft.
On a Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, when most of the officers, their wives and the local British garrison were attending a cricket match Jarindar Singh was summoned to see Mrs Delphine Fortescue-Harris.
He was shown into the Harris’s bungalow. All the screens were down and the drawing room was in deep shadow.
In one corner of the room stood a dressing screen and Singh could just make out to white arms stretching into the little light from a window only half covered. Each arm was wearing a bracelet
“Are they not beautiful Jarindar Singh?” asked a disembodied voice. “My husband gave them to me and my goodness I now have the most delightful feeling all over my body. Come here, come and see.”
The screen was pushed to one side, Mrs Fortescue-Harris, although 40 years of age, was a magnificent woman and she stood in the subdued light absolutely naked except for the bracelets.
“Does not your lingam react to such a sight? Jarindar, would you like to fuck me? Take off that tunic, I want to see your prick. I bet it is large. I want you to fuck me, I really need to be fucked.”
She lay down on the rug and spread her legs. Who could resist?
It was over very quickly, she almost orgasmed as he entered her but that was only a preliminary. She wanted more, he wanted more … suddenly he felt his arse pricked, it was a sword point.
“You bastard, you evil black bastard! Fuck my wife would you? Shove your heathen prick up her cunt would you, against her will? My poor ravaged wife. You will pay for this but first I shall have sport. Delphine, summon this bastard’s wife. I am going to fuck her and you are going to fuck her. He can watch – he will watch, tied to that pillar. Let’s see if his prick gets hard when my cock enters his wife’s cunt. Delphine I know you like women too so you can have fun with her then we will cut of his balls and then his prick before I chop off his head.”
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Chapter 7
Narindar Singh continues his story
For all his experience of soldiering in India Major Fortescue-Harris had a memory lapse that was about to cost him dear. He had forgotten that Afghan, Pathan and Sikh women were not the drudges, the pathetic creatures of some of the so-called untouchables. Most of the women were of good caste, not low caste menials.
Lakshmi had been appointed as an Indian companion to Mrs Delphine Fortescue-Harris, to advise her in a manner of ways in order to enjoy life in the Indian subcontinent to the full. Lakshmi was an intelligent woman and when summoned to the drawing room, now well lit, she took it all in at a glance. Her husband, naked and tied to pillar, Mrs Harris also naked but holding a shawl across her shoulders. Major Fortescue-Harris, dressed but holding his unsheathed sword,
its point to her husband’s throat. “Delphine, I’ve told you, you watch, this shite can watch and I’ll fuck her. Come on woman, strip her.”
However Delphine Harris did not want to have the Sikh dead. Never before had she enjoyed 9 inches of cock thrusting away at her, and she wanted it again, sometime in the future.
“Basil dear, he did not actually f-, er, have intercourse with me, he could not get his cock- er… his penis inside me. I was struggling far too much. It would be unfair to have your way with Lakshmi.”
Lakshmi saw the slight nod from her husband and realised just what she had to do. Stepping across the room she slapped his face hard. “You need not strip me major. I shall only be to happy to have you fuck me,” she said, “That swine of a husband has taken too many women by force, and as your wife says, this time he did not manage it, so it is a double punishment is it not? He did not get his way with your wife but you shall have me, in front of him.”
So saying she unfastened her sari allowing it to fall to the floor. She was naked underneath. Lifting her breasts she offered the tips to Harris who dropping his sword and took her in his arms. “Wait major, wait, I want to punish my husband more before you kill him which I suppose you must after he has attacked an English lady. I shall be well rid of him, but first I wish to taunt him more. I want to suck your prick, always he has wanted me to do that but I have suspected that it has invaded too many women and refused. Come major, let us remove those breeches.”
Delphine, who although having been fucked once in spite of her protestations to her husband, was hot and horny. She lay back on the bed playing with herself. Seeing this Jarindar could not stop his cock rearing to full length.
Major Fortescue-Harris threw caution to the winds on seeing this erotic display. He held out his cock for Lakshmi and he almost allowed himself to lose control when he felt her tongue slide around the purple helmet and then his dick slid into her hot wet mouth. At the same time one hand cupped his swollen balls.
He leered at the Sikh whose cock was straining upwards. The sight of the white woman rubbing her clit and his wife sucking the major was too much for Jarindar and suddenly he shot a great gush of white cum onto the drawing room floor. Harris laughed. “Enjoy it, that is the last cum you will have with that dick. Once I have fucked your wife you die.”
So intent was he that he did not notice Lakshmi take the sword in her left hand. Suddenly the pain he felt was almost unbearable. The woman squeezed his balls hard and bit into his dick. When she released his dick but still squeezing his balls she told him to slowly move across the room to enable her to cut her husband’s bonds. She cautioned Harris that one false move she would rip off his balls and bite of his prick. He was only to keen to do as she bid.
Once free Jarindar tied the major tightly to the column and his wife to the bed, but she was by no means incapacitated although she pretended that she was.
Jarindar took the bracelets and handed them to his wife at the same time whispering to Delphine that if she liked he would find a way to return and fuck her again. He heard her very throaty, whispered, “Oh yesss pleaseeee….”
He turned to the major. “I give you your life. You stole these bracelets but I shall relieve you of them and Crawford’s too once I find him. My wife and I shall leave. If you wish to keep your wife and your life you will say nothing. After all, major, you would be a laughing stock if you did. Now Lakshmi we leave, we leave nothing behind.”
However he was wrong, he did leave something behind and Delphine Harris was very much aware of it. Her uterus had taken the full force of his semen and she realised that there was a possibility that she was pregnant.
That evening after supper she petted and consoled her husband even managing to make him want her. They fucked late into the night. He looked down on her smiling face, deciding that she had the look of satisfaction from being well taken care of by her husband.
Actually the look was one of pure pleasure. Not just because she had been satisfactorily pleasured but much more important was the fact that if she was
proved pregnant then her husband had fucked her, hadn’t he?
Her surmise was well founded. Nine months later she gave birth to a little boy. Not too dark skinned, as after all Jarindar had been very light skinned. She had noticed that on the three occasions he had returned in the dark nights when her husband was out on patrol.
Narindar finished his tale and waited for the deity to comment.
“I accept your reasons. Tomorrow I wish you to tell me how the other bracelets were retrieved from Crawford.”
In the meantime dear friends we must return to England if only to see how Richard is fairing with his wife.
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Chapter 8
Richard Continues His Journey To England
Richard looked at his watch – ‘Hm, thirty minutes to take off,’ he thought. ‘Just enough time to ring the office.’
“Good afternoon, Harris, Burton and Fanshawe, may I help you please?”
“Linda, is that you?” Richard asked the office receptionist, when she took his call. “Its Richard Fanshawe here.”
“Oh Mr Richard, thank heavens, Miss Harris and Mrs Burton have been continually ringing to see if you have arrived yet. They want to start the meeting, where are you?”
“Still in Paris, I was just too tired to take the earlier flight, just tell them not to get their knickers in a twist- oh, that is what miserable people like my wife wear, not like you Linda.”
“Mr Richard Fanshawe, ooh, you are just too awful saying things like that. Of course I wear panties, what would Miss Harris or Mrs Burton say if they knew you spoke to me like that? Oh and by the way, an old fashioned cable gram has arrived for you, it came yesterday and as it is marked personal and confidential I have kept it at reception. It is probably office business coming here, would you like me to pass it on to Mrs Burton?”
“Where is it from?” Richard asked.
“Calcutta, India”
“India? Christ, no! Keep it for me Linda, please,” he said wondering who the hell could have sent a cable from India. ‘Narindar Singh, how could he? He apparently does not bloody well exist!!’
The flight was called so Richard hurried to the relevant gate.
On arriving in Manchester, Richard decided that he had better declare the bracelets. The Customs Officer was a woman and what a snooty cow she was.
“Anything to declare, cigarettes, perfume, alcohol, jewellry?” she asked him.
“Just these four bracelets,” he said, opening his briefcase and showing her the four boxes. Opening one box she studied the contents for a moment.”Well, if they are all like this I don’t see just why you have declared them.”
“Oh I have a receipt.”
“Don’t bother, to be frank they are rather tawdry. I’m pleased they are not for me.”
“Hey, just who the hell do you think you are? I haven’t broken any rules, brought drugs in or anything. What makes you think you can speak to me like that?”
“Oh sorry, but you must admit they do look cheap. You must have bought them under poor lighting conditions.”
Richard glanced at the bracelet. It did look cheap and tawdry. She was quite right. Not wanting to give in too easily he told her to try one on as they
had relaxing powers.
“Relaxing powers? You poor man. Still, if it brightens your day…” So saying, she fastened one to her wrist. Immediately the bracelet regained the beauty Richard had first beheld in Singapore. One look at the woman and he could see her face beset with wonder. “My my, I was wrong, goodness knows what came over me, this bracelet is beautiful.”
“Oh, so are you going to charge me duty?” Richard asked despondently.
Her words surprised him.”You bet your sweet ass I am, you had better come into the office.” So saying she led Richard through a door into a windowless room
containing two chairs, a desk, a filing cabinet and a telephone. Locking the door behind her the officer turned to Richard.
“Right, strip!” she said.
“Hey, just a moment, am I to have a body search, I haven’t been charged with anything and if it is a body search I want a male officer in here.”
“Why, you gay or something?” she said and to Richard’s complete surprise she removed her uniform jacket, tie, shirt and skirt. She was braless and stood before him wearing just self supporting stockings and a miniscule thong.
“I’m not going to body search you, just charge you duty, Come on, strip!”
Richard removed his clothes in wonder. He finally removed his undershorts thereby revealing his tumescent penis. “Now that’s what I call a cock, and Avril
wants that cock where she has her itch – right behind this g-string. My dear traveller I need a fuck and the duty I charge you is one thirty minute fuck, but first of all give me a tonguing.” So saying she tore off her thong revealing her bushy black haired pubes and underneath the split thick lipped gash of her cunt.
Richard need no second bidding. He was down on his knees thrusting his tongue into the sweet swelling musk of her cleft. Finding her swollen clit Richard sucked hard on it and she squealed with joy, he glanced up to see her squeezing her breasts and also at her distended nipples. Suddenly a bell clamoured. “Oh shit, no, oh no! I have to go – but oh god, fuck me first!”
Richard grabbed her and pushed her over the desk so that her ass stuck up in the air. He parted her thighs and fed his hard cock into the wetness of her well lubricated tunnel.
He was quick, he rammed his hard prick in and out as she wailed and panted a squealed. He fucked her hard, his cock reaming her uterus.His balls slapping against her ass.
“Oooh argh oh ohh I’mmmmmmmcummmmmmmmminggggggggg Oh I’m cummimg ooooohhhhhh,yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” April screamed. Richard’s balls tightened,
and thrusting vigourously, shot wads of thick creamy gooey cum inside Avril’s satiated cunt.
Hurriedly Avril dressed as the bell gave another insistant ring. “Here, take your bracelet and thank you. I don’t know why but suddenly I felt I needed that and you were great.”
“No,” said Richard,” you can keep it if you like but let me have your ‘phone number.”
“Actually I’m married,” Avril said as she fastened her uniform jacket.
“Thats OK. I won’t want to fuck your husband, just you.”
Okay, fine now I must go. It’s 771-6786. By the way what’s your name?”
“Richard, Richard Fanshawe.”
“Well named, eh? Dick!!!?” she said as she left the office.
Richard picked up his briefcase and two-suiter and walked out to find a taxi.
‘Well,’ he thought to himself. ‘Maybe there is something in this bracelet thing. It certainly seemed to turn her on and I reckon that if it doesn’t work
on Amelia I have a good fuck waiting with Avril.’
“Where to guv’nor?” the cab driver asked.
“Hollindrake Mews, just off Deansgate please,” answered Richard.
He was soon at his company’s offices and he prepared to meet his forbidding wife and her aunt – BUT IS EMILY AMELIA’S AUNT OR HER MOTHER?
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Itutuloy…