The Bracelets of Kali - Chapter 7

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 eight 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.

Continued in Chapter 8