AMRITSAR North India - TIME - THE PRESENT
Narinder Singh, you are a Sikh and I believed, 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 Lingums 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, (an 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. lieutenant), the pair entered the temple. More paintings and 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 Lingum 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 bastards wife. I am going to fuck her and you are going to fuck her, he can watch - he will watch, tied to that pillar, lets 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..........
. to be continued