0 comments/ 17279 views/ 4 favorites Richard Fanshawe & The Bracelets Of Kali By: Edwina It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island. He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him an envelope. He glanced at her, by god she was attractive, her black hair neatly plaited and coiled and her green sari flowed and gave a hint of a well proportioned figure. She smiled with her eyes as well as her mouth. Richard opened the envelope, it was a telegram from Tan Sung Mi, the man he was supposed to meet that very evening to discuss the requirements for the next twelve months. "Richard, please excuse this circumstance. I have been delayed in Kuala Lumpur, Please reschedule our meeting for tomorrow afternoon at 3.00 p.m. I cannot apologise enough for the face losing dilemma over which I have no control. Please be assured that all will go well on the morrow. Your company shall have all the silks and silver it desires. It will be most appreciated if you will allow Tan Export to take care of your hotel bill in its entirety. Please - your good friend - Mi..." Richard looked up the Indian receptionist was regarding him with her large soft brown eyes. "I hope all is well sir, may I please point out that your hotel bill is to be forwarded to the Tan Export Corporation, is there anything else I can help you with?" "Is there? I can think of several things." Richard thought to himself, but speaking aloud he asked if there was anything he should see around the town, previously he had only visited over a weekend. "There is a Pasar Malum, the night market, it is always interesting to our visitors sir, that is in Orange Grove Road this evening, just off Orchard Road, any taxi or even Trishaw (Bicycle rickshaw) will take you there. Also if the gentleman is looking for interesting artefacts may I suggest Narinder Singh in Ben Coolan Street, he has many interesting pieces." "Worth a visit is it, not a tourist trap?" Richard asked. "Oh no sir, I can assure you, the shop of Narinder Singh is well worth a visit to the discerning and as you are well known to Mr. Tan I have taken the liberty. I know Mr. Tan very well indeed and Narinder Singh is my uncle." 'Mm wonder how well Tan knows you - in the biblical sense? He is a horny old goat Tan so it would not surprise me' Richard thought. "Well, Thank you Miss er ah...?" "Leilah sir, I am very pleased to be of service" "So, Leilah, thank you so much, I shall go to my room if you can arrange for my luggage to be taken up, have a shower, then perhaps visit your uncles shop before dinner. I assume I shall be able to eat up until ten?" "The restaurant is open until midnight sir." "That is marvellous Leilah, my body clock has not assimilated the time change yet so I would prefer to eat later. May I ask what time you vacate the desk?" It will be my pleasure to await any instructions on your return, sir. I do not finish until midnight. AS the restaurant will satisfy your hunger I am here to satisfy the whims of the guests" "Hmmm the whims of the guests eh! What does that cover?" Leilah smiled at him. "I use my discretion sir, of course. Enjoy your evening and perhaps on your return you will allow me to enquire if your evening has been satisfactory?" Richard smiles in return and turned towards the lifts (elevators)... ** Chapter 2: The Raffles Hotel and Narinder Singhs Emporium ** As Richard prepared to take a shower there was a knock at the door, it was the Chinese chambermaid who asked if he wished to have his luggage unpacked. "Yes, please," he said, nodding at the girl. It gave him time to think over the situation he now found himself in. Tan had caused quite a problem with the delay. Richard was supposed to be in Cape Town inside 48 hrs and the delay of 24 hrs was now a situation he could well do without. he knew damn well that his wife and her aunt would not believe his explanation for the delay, they would probably accuse him of finding some sexual deviation that had delayed him. He smiled to himself. Well, he may yet have that pleasure but meanwhile he would have to send a fax explaining just what had happened. Amelia Burton, Richard's wife, who had insisted on keeping her maiden name for business reasons, and her Aunt, Emily Harris, were a right pair of viragos. If only Richard had realised that the young woman to whom he was attracted at university had such a hard masculine streak. he had indeed respected her plea that their courtship should be platonic. Her maiden aunt who had been responsible for her upbringing since her parents died certainly helped with that decision. What Richard had not expected after the marriage that the sexual situation would continue much as before. They had indeed consummated the marriage but Amelia found the whole thing quite distasteful and when he had suggested the idea that perhaps a little oral stimulation might improve her feelings he found himself sleeping in the bathroom for the rest of the so-called honeymoon. Still there were compensations. He was on the board of the company, albeit the junior member, with the title of Sales Director. It allowed him, indeed it was expected of him, to travel and get the necessary business for the company. neither Amelia or Emily wanted to visit - 'those disgusting foreign places, full of perverts who preyed on women' - That suited Richard to the ground. It enabled him to experience the delights of several young, and not so young women. Indeed in Cape Town the wife of the Director of South Africa Exports, Alison Schwartz, an elegant woman of 52, was an absolute tiger in bed. The Chinese maid brought Richard's thoughts back to the present as she left the room. Throwing his clothes in the direction of the laundry bag Richard was amused to note that the thoughts of Alison had caused a reaction in his lower regions. His penis had reacted to the thoughts. 'Hmm hopefully you will react a little more later on - I wonder if Leilah practices the arts of the Kama Sutra?' and with that happy thought Richard entered the shower. After dressing he composed a fax to be sent to the office, explaining the problem with Tan being detained in Kuala Lumpur. Checking his watch he saw that it was already 8.00pm which meant that it would be 10.30 a.m. in the office back home. Right, send fax and out on town. Taking a trishaw from the front of Raffles, they passed the padang and St Andrews cathedral before turning into Orchard Road. It was quite a drag up to Orange Grove Road up by the old British Army base of Tanglin**(see note). Richard felt that he should have taken a taxi but the evening was much cooler the humidity was down and besides he was enjoying the spicy smells from the small food stalls that abounded. Unlike some places in the far east he knew that the food was excellent and very little fear of getting an upset stomach. He was aware that he was near to Orange Grove Road so stopped the trishaw and bought himself a half dozen sticks of Satay to enjoy as he walked around the night market. After spending an hour Richard decided to find the Indian shop mentioned by Leilah. Learning that Ben Coolan Street was down by Stephen Square not far from the Raffles Hotel, Richard took a taxi and as the driver had never heard of such a shop he found himself dropped at the top of the street. Although it was 9.30 the street was very busy and many local shops were open. After about 20 minutes he found himself standing outside a shop proclaiming to be the NARINDER SINGH EMPORIUM; Purveyor of fine silks, Antique Jewellery, Cedarwood Chests and all manner of finery to the Australian and British Forces of the Imperial Crown, founded 1900 - God Bless Queen Victoria, King Edward VII and King George V which rather surprised Richard, as the taxi driver had never heard of it. The other strange point being that there was no mention of George VI and Elizabeth II although Singapore had still been a Crown Colony when she came to the throne back in 1953, over forty years before. On entering the store Richard's nostrils were assailed by the not unpleasant smell of burning joss sticks and other perfumes he could not put a name to. Suddenly a voice took him quite by surprise, he had not seen or heard the approach of the man who accosted him A large man, turbanned, with a fierce beard of a pepper and salt appearance. The hooded eyes were, however, friendly and welcoming. "Good evening Sahib, may I introduce myself, I am Narinder Singh, the proprietor of this poor establishment you do me the great honour of visiting. Please take a chair, may I get you a drink, a fresh lime juice, or an ice cold beer, or on such an evening, perhaps both may satisfy your thirst. Richard sat down on the chair and accepted the offer of the fresh lime juice, he remembered from previous visits to Malaya the thirst quenching properties of the proffered drink. "Now Sahib", Richard half smiled to himself the use of the old Indian term of respect seemed out of place in the Singapore of the 1990's, but he was aware that many Indians of the old school still used the outdated term, the Sikhs next words seemed to confirm it. "Now Sahib, are you here to buy for yourself or the Memsahib, I have attractive items, silverware, gold bracelets and rings, some fine old jewelry?" Richard decided that he had better look for something for Amelia and he supposed Emily. He knew they would be not too pleased at the delay, so he asked to see the jewelry. Taken to the rear of the store lit, surprisingly by oil lamps, Richard could see many items of silver, gold and what appeared to be precious stones. After a few moments Richard noticed a sandalwood box it seemed quite dusty but almost irresistibly his hand was drawn towards it. It did not seem to have any value or real attraction, it held four bracelets the silver appeared tarnished and the stones had to be glass, he ignored it but a seemingly magnetic urge attracted him to it once more. In desperation to look and put it out of his mind seized him. He picked up the box... ** The Bracelets ** Richard thought that Singh had moved away but no sooner had his fingers closed on the box than he heard the Sikhs soft sibilant voice.."Oh yes, sahib, a wonderful choice, but I am afraid a very expensive one..." "Expensive, this? Surely not, they are only poor grade silver, enamel and paste stones, even glass...? Aren't they?" "Please look more closely, in the poor light of my miserable store I think you were mistaken, but, dear me, no sir, they are not poor quality, indeed they are not; be pleased to look a little more closely I implore you sahib." Richard took the box to the front of the shop and indeed he could see that the bracelets were exquisite. Finely worked silver, top class enamel and set with rubies, emeralds, sapphires. The bracelets were settled on a fine bed of purple silk nestling in the sandalwood box that he could now see had been fashioned by a fine carpenter. One look in the better light and immediately he was aware that the bracelets were not tawdry but indeed, he doubted very much if he could afford a single bracelet never mind the set. "How...ahem...er.. Tell me, how much is it?" he whispered, prepared as always to haggle as was the custom but still expected it to be way out of his reach. The Sikh looked at him, now the eyes were like lasers, he felt them looking inside his head. "Tell me Sahib, what brought you to my miserable store? How did you come to find it in a city full of fine emporiums and exotic salesrooms, how strange that you should pick out Narinder Singh" "Well," croaked Richard, there was really something odd with his voice, almost as if someone was very lightly strangling him! "To be frank Mr. Singh it was a receptionist at the hotel who advised me to look at your shop." "Would that have been Leilah?" Richard nodded. "Then somehow you must have impressed her, she does not treat the proposition of introducing a visitor to my store lightly, indeed no, Leilah must have seen a depth in you sahib and I perceive her to have been right. There is great depth to you. Please forgive my introspection, but I perceive that all is not well in the marital home. You do not make great anger with your wife, the Memsahib, indeed you try to please her by following her wishes, but I also perceive a side of you that enjoys the fruits of the erotic. "Alas, there is another Memsahib, cold, unloved, miserable, it is she who has impressed sexual repression on your own dear lady. You are a man of grace. In spite of the load these women place on you, you have arrived this evening to buy them presents - Sir, not only have you come to the right magic cave as my emporium is to you today but you have picked the perfect gift. Do you know what you have? No, you will not. Dear friend, may I call you friend? Those are the bracelets of Kali, a goddess of great sexual favour, not just of love but love and sexual desire. Kali, the wife of Siva. He who knows Kali knows the absolute joy of unfettered, unexpurgated sexual congress. The Lingum of the male and the yoni of the female find absolute satisfaction in the arms of Kali. Those are her Amulets of absolute Sexual Desire. Give them to your wife, give two to her and two to her aunt. they will be transformed. Just the wearing of one bracelet will have them searching for sexual relief in all quarters. In fact with all four my friend you can give two to other females of your acquaintance and you will be immediately assaulted by them. yes, take them." "Oh come on now, they are beautiful, but although the story is wonderful I cannot believe they give complete sexual freedom. My God you are right about my wife but she is so frozen nothing will melt her heart, or should I say yoni? In any case, surely Kali is the Goddess of death - she was the goddess of Thuggee, the name that has come to mean vicious gangster. A Thug. Really Mr. Singh I could never afford them." "Have I given you a price, have I? Not yet. let us say $7000 Singapore. About £1250 Sterling" "I agree, I would not haggle with such a price, but frankly I could never afford it, I came in looking for something about £50 for each of them. About $800 Singapore total." Narinder Singh smiled at Richard. "Tell me, were you attracted to the box, or did it attract itself to you. Did you feel a tightness around your throat as if a piece of silk was caressing you but at any moment you could be strangled!? Richard could only stare at the Sikh, this was madness but he could not say that it had not happened. Singh did not wait for an answer. "You came here to spend $800, give me the money, the bracelets are yours, but first let me present you with a small gift. Never be without it, wear it always. - It contains a liquid distilled from the testes of the tiger and the Lingum of the Bull elephant. It radiates the strength you will need when in the arms of the women who wear the amulet. be assured dear man, you WILL be in the arms of those women and without you they will be insatiable, except, and be not dismayed, in the arms of each other. Now begone." Suddenly Richard found himself at the corner of Ben Coolan Street having no idea how he got there. The parcel in his hands obviously contained a box and he was surprised to find around his neck a thin gold chain holding a glass phial containing a liquid. Crossing the floor to the reception desk he was pleased to see Leilah still on duty. She smiled and handed him a fax. It was from the office. 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING OF. YOU KNOW YOU WERE EXPECTED IN CAPE TOWN BY FRIDAY - THIS BLOODY EXCUSE ABOUT TAN IS UNACCEPTABLE. - IF YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF SOME CHINESE TART TO WHILE AWAY THE EVENING I SHALL HAVE YOU DOCTORED LIKE THE BLOODY TOM CAT YOU ARE - I HAVE HAD TO CANCEL CAPETOWN - YOU ARE EXPECTED THERE IN TWO WEEKS TIME. - ON THE WAY HOME, STOP OFF IN PARIS AND SEE LATOUCHE - IMPORTANT SO DO NOT MESS UP THIS ONE. AMELIA 'Oh dear', Richard thought to himself, 'god what a bloody bitch she is, how wonderful if all that crap old Singh told me was only true. I should just love to f**k the ass off her when I got home.' Leilah was speaking. "Sorry Mr. Fanshawe, I have seen the fax, it was not preceded by a cover requesting confidentiality. Is there any point in the hotel assuring your company that your delay was unavoidable?" "No, Leilah, its all right, it doesn't matter. Look I am just going in for dinner, would you care to have a drink with me afterwards?" "Yes, I would love to but it is not allowed for hotel staff to have drinks with guests, but..well...ah ... if you like. Well,..." "Go on, what is it Leilah, look you did me a great service this evening send me to you uncle's shop I should like to show my appreciation - look to hell with me having dinner in the hotel, if you were going to suggest somewhere for a drink why don't we both eat there after you finish?" "If you are sure I should love tom there is a street called Bugis Street. It can be somewhat salacious but fun, if you do not mind. Somehow I do not believe you are too narrow minded are you? " "Then its a date, thank goodness Singapore is city where restaurants stay open for longer than in the UK. See you, where, out the front of the hotel, just after midnight?" Leilah nodded her assent. Richard hummed to himself as he went up in the lift, he mused that if Singh was her uncle then she too might believe in Kali, the Kali who believed in Lingums and yonis always being ready for each other. Hmm, Lingums and Yonis that's cocks and pussies in English he thought to himself and that thought stirred his loins. ...'Oh yes' Richard thought, I am already getting a H**d On. Wonder if she calls it her yoni or in the throes of passion something much more Anglo-Saxon...!! ** RICHARD RISES TO THE OCCASION ** Just before the lift doors closed Richard spotted the hurrying form of the middle aged lady he had heard named as Miss Crawford, she too was English. "Oh Thank you - so kind, so kind," Miss Crawford said, sounding quite out of breath. "One does not expect, with all the rushing around these days, for people to actually wait for one. Thank you" Richard noticed that she was carrying a small leather shopping bag, not plastic for this lady. She certainly looked and spoke like an anachronism from a bygone age, from her clothes she looked as if she had just stepped out of a film of the 1920's or 1930's. "Have you been shopping, the Night market perhaps he ventured. "Yes, the Passer Malum, I do so enjoy such excursions and you to it would seem. Do I perceive a lovely sandalwood case in that so inadequately wrapped parcel?" She asked in her quaint old fashioned address. Richard unwrapped the parcel and showed her the box, allowing her so slip the catch and open it up. Miss Crawford caught her breath as the contents were revealed. "Oh how exquisite, my goodness so absolutely enchanting, oh dear me, I have never seen such superb workmanship. They are Indian I believe." The lift had reached the second floor and it appeared they were both had rooms there. "My dear sir, would you permit an old lady to just try one of the bracelets, or more correctly I suppose an amulet or bangle?" she asked. Richard smiled and allowed her to choose one. As she fastened it around her wrist she seemed to come more alive. She appeared to bloom before Richard's eyes. "Oh my, Oh my goodness, dear me, It is an impossibility I know Mr, er Mr...?" she said looking at him. "Fanshawe, Richard Fanshawe." He supplied. "Well, Mr. Richard Fanshawe, I am absolutely indebted to you, the feel of the bracelet, impossible I know seems to send electrical energy, through my arms, through my boss. er - ah, my chest, down through my - ah my lower, actually my whole body seems to have come alive. Thank you Thank you so very very much. Oh my look at the time. I ought to have been in bed hours ago. Good night Mr. Fanshawe. Thank you for letting me try on the bracelet I shall never ever forget the experience. Dear me it is with me still" she said as she replaced the bracelet in the case. With a smile and a wave she disappeared down the open corridor. Richard Fanshawe & The Bracelets Of Kali Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Richard Rises To The Occasion Richard had only just reached the front of the hotel when Leilah appeared. She was breathtaking sight. She had changed and was wearing a flaming red sari of almost gossamer appearance. Richard believed he could see the outline of her body as the light shone from behind her. her hair had been loosened too and was at waist length. They took a Trishaw to Bugis Street, Leilah giving instructions in what sounded like fluent Cantonese. "You appear to speak fluent Chinese," Richard said. Leilah smiles," I try, I speak a little mandarin too as well as English and Hindustani Languages seem to come easily to me. I understand German too." Richard was quite surprised at her use of the word Hindustani, like Miss Crawford it was rather old fashioned, people tended to use the word Hindi these days for the language of the Hindu. Perhaps it was living in Singapore that kept the references to a bygone era. "How about French?" Richard asked, slightly tongue in cheek knowing it was rather a naughty way asking about oral sex. Leilah smiled." Oh yes Richard, I am told that I am quite adequate in French too.!!" Arriving in Bugis Street they soon found a restaurant that Leilah suggested would be quite acceptable and oddly enough even though the restaurant was quite busy they were shown to a vacant table with a view of the street. It appeared to Richard that the street-side tables were at a premium. Soon he understood why. Leilah whispered, "I thought that the 'Ladies Parade' might amuse you Richard", she said. Looking down the street he saw that it was gradually filling with beautiful Chinese and Indian ladies, probably between the ages of 20 and 25 although age was difficult to assess especially with the Chinese. However their dresses were so colourful and absolutely gorgeous. The Saris of the Indian and the Cheongsam of the Chinese, high collared dresses split to mid thigh and in some cases even higher. Dinner of Crabs claws, boiled and fried rice, chicken and the typically Singaporean dish of Nasi Goreng was soon over. Leal again leaned over. "Did you like the girls Richard? she asked. He nodded that he did and she giggled. "Do you know that some of those gorgeous Chinese 'girls' are actually boys. Some of their customers get quite a shock as they get to know each other." "Now Richard, I know of an area where Indian dances are performed. They are very interesting and I am sure you would like them. Shall we go?" "At this time of night, why wait so late?" he asked. "Well, the Singapore Colonial authorities do not like people reminded of the old dances of India." She replied "Colonial authorities? "Oh sorry, of course I meant to say Singaporean Administration.", she quickly amended," Shall we go, or may be we should not attend. They can be a little erotic." That decided Richard, his penis still showed signs of the tumescence of earlier in the evening. They caught a taxi, Leilah again giving instructions. They drove up Thompson Road towards the reservoir, then turned by Jalan Ikan merah, (the street of the Red Fish). It always amused Richard the indiscriminate use of English, Malay Indian and Chines Street names. They turned in to TAMPINES ROAD. "How do you pronounce that word?" he asked? "Richard, I think you have a naughty mind, it is pronounced exactly as you are thinking, not as it is spelt. Perhaps quite right for a theatre of erotic dance, it is pronounced as in penis. The 'theatre' just a stage with a curtain, a drape, was in the open air and the grassy clearing was quite small. Already there were quite a number of people. Europeans Chinese and Indians but incredibly there were two empty chairs by the stage and Leilah led Richard unerringly towards them. As they passed Richard thought he saw Miss Crawford sitting in the shadows, but no impossible. Just a woman wearing a vermilion and yellow silk scarf as Miss Crawford wore in the lift. No sooner than they were seated the soft haunting sensuous music of India filled the clearing. Richard was quite astounded as the dancers appeared on stage. Although Indian they did not wear the traditional sari but the Malay sarong, which fell from the waist. There breasts were therefore quite bare and Richard eyes were drawn to the obviously oiled, gleaming breasts with there dark, in the flickering light almost black nipples. Nipples that appeared to be about an inch long. he felt leilahs hand seek out his own and she squeezed it as if to say. "Aren't they gorgeous?" The dance over, a sight that left Richard with quite a sizeable lump in the crotch of his trousers, was followed by yet another dance where the dancers used silken scarves which they wrapped around themselves giving glimpses of their naked bodies beneath. By this time Richard would have loved to unfasten his trousers and let his engorged penis free, but he felt that impossible of course. The dancers returned to the stage, Leilah again leaned over and grasped his thigh, her fingers only inches from his throbbing cock. "This is the last dance, be assured it will be very different from those previously shown." The music began, somehow much more sensuous than before, Richard also noticed a smell of musk, a warm womanly smell it reminded him of the erotic perfume of an aroused woman. The dancers appeared each now dressed only in a short apron and as they turned he could see that their buttocks were completely bare and as they danced closer to the edge of the stage Richard could not help but notice that they wore nothing under the apron and the black curls covering their mounds could easily be seen. They were joined by a dancer who reminded Richard of the girl sitting by his side. She too wore a Red sari. As she danced two of the other dancers took hold of the free end and as the dancer whirled they unwound the folds of the sari until the woman who was no longer young, appeared in all her nakedness. Her breasts were full and high and as she moved her arms and hands caressing the air, her nipples seemed to grow in length. Then Richard noticed that her pudendum was hairless. The slit of her sex could quite clearly be seen. AS she danced Richard watched the incredible sight of the lips of her Yoni, the labia, swelled and glistened in the light. both inner and outer lips were opening as the woman danced and Richard watched in amazement as the woman's clitoris appeared. Not only appeared but emerged from its protective hood. The dancers legs were apart as she bent at the knees presenting herself to her audience. Richard had never seen such a display but it was not over. Her vulva was in full view. It was almost as if an invisible penis had entered her, had opened her up and the dancer responded as if that was the case. Richard suddenly realised that Leilah had his prick in her hand. She had opened his trousers without his realising and was now slowly massaging him. he could contain himself with great difficulty. He wanted to come, but not there Leilah leaned towards him. "Isn't she wonderful, do you not think it appears as if someone is actually fucking her?" That anglo Saxon word issuing from Leilah took him by surprise and he almost lost his control and then the woman let out a long scream. "She's coming, you come too Richard, it's all right, I want you to come,." The dancer did appear to be coming and Richard knew he could not control himself any longer especially when Leilah imprisoned his cock in her mouth and lightly touched the head with her tongue. He came too, barely concealing a squeal of ecstasy. "Is my French acceptable?" she gave a wicked laugh, "Come on darling, I have a car waiting, I want to get you home, no not the hotel." Richard could not understand, first how the car came to be waiting, and secondly it was a pre-war Daimler of magnificent appearance. But so old fashioned. As he entered the car again he thought he saw Miss Crawford, but it couldn't be she, the woman was lying on the ground with her skirt around her waist, her thighs apart. Poised was an Indian youth apparently in his early 20's. It couldn't have been Miss Crawford as Richard distinctly heard her say. "For gods sake Ali, fuck me." As the car drove away Leilah suddenly asked about the gift Richard had bought from her uncle. When he told her it was the bracelets it did not appear to surprise her. "One thing, Richard," she said, "never allow anyone try one on unless it is your intention to give her the bracelet to keep. If you do the woman may not ever get satisfaction and she would kill for that." * * * * * Miss Crawford had never experienced any like it. She had had a boyfriend once but he went away and she had never since bothered. Sex with Norman had not been like this. My god she was actually being fucked, a word not normally. in her vocabulary. Then the boy was coming, but she was not yet ready, she shouted words she did not realise she knew, - Fuck me harder, don't cum yet, I want that big prick up my cunt - make me cum - ooh ooh you bastard keep fucking me, but to her utter disappointment he did not make her cum, he just pulled out like so many men did, so her married friends had told her......This one needed a lesson. * * * * * Richard returned to the hotel at daybreak. he had never know sex like it. Leilah had massaged him, covered his body in oils and when he was begging her to take care of his straining penis which seemed to have reached a length and thickness never before achieved, she forced him on his back and facing him slowly lowered herself. he was looking at her sex, it seemed to be an exact copy of the dancer on the stage. It was wide open and glistening as she lowered herself onto it. This time there was no invisible man, but it was Richard who entered her. he rose to meet her as she engulfed him but he was not allowed to move. He couldn't move it was if some heavy weight held him in place as she slowly, very slowly engulfed the whole of his now straining cock only to lift herself clear until just the purple shining head of his prick was inside her. She held her position and he watched in awe as her Yoni appeared to slowly engulf him like the mouth of a snake, Leilah did not move but her labia appeared to lick and suck him, milking him. It felt as if many electric fingers were rubbing the length of his dick. He could not contain himself longer and as he shuddered his release he felt a ripple throughout Leilahs body, her vulva shivered and he knew she too had come. * * * * * Later that day after the meeting with Tan which came to a very satisfactory conclusion there were several oddities that were never explained to Richard's satisfaction. Not then at least. First Richard had told Tan about the emporium leaving out of course all reference to his dalliance with Leilah. Tan Sung Mi had never heard of the Narinder Singh emporium so Richard took him. They travelled up and down Ben Coolan Street several times but could not find the store. Tan suggested that Richard had bought the bracelets at the night market and dreamed the rest. The bracelets looked ok but did not have the brilliance even Richard remembered. He had also seen Miss Crawford at breakfast, but apart from quite a perfunctory nod there was no other recognition. There was no Leilah on the desk, indeed the present receptionist did not know her, so could not confirm if she would be on duty before Richard left for the airport. As he flew out for Paris and Miss Crawford minus her flamboyant scarf flew out for London on their respective aircraft they would both have been quite mystified had they seen the yellowing pages of the Straits Times newspaper of 23rd July 1934 The headlines on page one read. PUZZLING MURDER OF INDIAN YOUTH The body of an Indian Muslim youth was found on the outskirts of the ruined theatre just of TAMPINES Road. It is an area where many Tamils live and they are mostly Hindu so was it a religious killing. The oddity is the boy was minus his trousers and a small piece of silk was tied tightly around his private parts. He had been strangled with a red and yellow silk scarf and the material around his genitals was found to have been torn from the scarf. On page 5 a much smaller paragraph remarked on the fact that:- It is with some regret that Singapore must say farewell to Mr Narinder Singh. He and his wife Sa'An known for her glorious and most seemly interpretation of the Indian ballet, together with their niece Leilah are returning to Calcutta. Of recent years Mr Singh's emporium has been a delight to the visitors to Singapore both military and civilian but he feels it time to take a rest. What awaits Richard in Paris,' Perhaps Mdm laTouche - Michelle, would like a bracelet - My god she is such a raver', thought Richard. And Miss Crawford, sitting comfortably in her First Class seat and puzzling as to why she felt so sexually aroused for an unknown reason. Will their paths cross again? Richard arrives in Paris/ Miss Crawford flies Air India Charles de Gaulle Airport Paris 06.00 hrs "Attention, attention, M. Richard Fanshawe, s'il vous plais, passenger, arrive dans Air France - 'allo' allo' Mr Richard Fanshawe if you please, passenger with Air France please report to the arrivals desk Richard sighed. 'What's wrong now, six o'clock in the bloody morning, if its that bloody wife of mine again I'll bloody kill the cow?' He muttered to himself. It was, another fax. Richard, take the next flight out to Manchester, Andre laTour is here in the UK he misunderstood my fax. Meeting scheduled for 2.00pm. BE HERE Amelia 'Bugger you Amelia,' thought Richard, 'I'll catch a later 'plane - first to see if Michelle is home with Andre in Manchester.' However it did not seem to be Richard's day as only the answer phone replied. He did have a stroke of luck. In the duty free store he saw some small boxes, lined in blue velvet. he bought four. One for the bracelet for Amelia, one for mother, one for Michelle and one for whom it might take his fancy at a later date. After all some strange things had happened, maybe the bangles did loosen inhibitions not because they had any magical properties but because they were attractive - in the right light. If only he realised how strange the happenings were. SAUDI AIR SPACE - 45,000 FT - AIR INDIA 747 FLIGHT 69 - CALCUTTA TO LONDON. Miss Mildred Crawford settled back in her First Class seat of the Air India jet. The Singapore Airlines flight had gone unserviceable at Calcutta and she had been transferred. A soft Indian voice broke into her thoughts. "Would Madame like a drink, a glass of champagne perhaps?" Mildred smiled at the Stewardess and told her that she would love a glass of champagne. The stewardess had looked familiar too. Then the penny dropped, the girl was almost a twin of the receptionist at the Raffles hotel. She soon returned, not with just a glass, but a half bottle of the best vintage Krug. "We shall be serving dinner in about twenty minutes, is that satisfactory for you?" Mildred said that it was. It was an excellent dinner and then came a film. It was a little more racy than Mildred expected to see on an aircraft but apart from a young couple at the front who appeared immersed in each other, she appeared to be the only other First Class passenger. After the film finished, Mildred found herself feeling the unusual urges she had experienced in Singapore and when the stewardess arrived to see if she wanted anything further she was very happy to accept the blanket. The girl leaned forward. "Miss Crawford, My name is Lila, if you require anything, anything at all before we arrive in London, please call me. I see the young couple in the front seats are fast asleep, I do not expect then to waken until just before we land. I believe they have imbibed rather too much." Mildred thanked her and mulled her name over and over to herself. 'Lila mm Lila, now why does that sound familiar. Why of course, how odd. The receptionist at the Raffles who could be her twin, was Leilah. What an odd coincidence.' Mildred settled down under the blanket and the raunchy thoughts returned. making sure no-one could see her she pulled up her dress, then raising herself in her seat she removed her knickers. Not being one for pantyhose she now had access to the area which she wanted to pleasure. She felt so wicked. She had not done this since school, but, she reflected, neither had she been fucked in thirty years but she had been two nights previously. Although she recalled, it had not been a satisfactory coupling. Lost in the pleasure she was giving herself she was startled at the sound of Lila's voice. "Can I be of service, Miss Crawford?" Mildred, turned towards her, her own fingers still busy under the blanket, Lila smiled and stepping closer raised her own skirt to reveal a smooth vaginal mound, and from her lower position Mildred could see it as a split peach. Again it reminded her of Singapore. something at the back of her mind. Yes, the dancer who not only appeared to simulate intercourse but actually seemed to have an invisible lover. "There is no-one here Mildred, you don't mind me calling you Mildred do you?" Lila removed the blanket and also appeared to touch a switch as the two seats immediately formed one, in fact a bed. Without being asked Mildred swung up her legs and parted them as Lila, dropping her own skirt, knelt between the open thighs. A greedy tongue was lapping between the glistening labia where Mildred fingers had already been busy but this was far superior. Mildred remembered Kathleen, her room mate at university, so very long ago, but Mildred knew exactly what she wanted to do, she pulled at Lila who immediately knew what was required and swung around so that both women were in the old recognised position of soixante-neuf, the mutually pleasing 69 position where they over the next half hour mutually satisfied each other. Both women enjoying multi orgasms. The little deaths. Afterwards, Lila asked if she might visit Mildred on some future visit to London and Mildred was only too pleased to give her the address. Mildred Crawford was cumming alive NARINDER SINGH IN AMRITSAR 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. Richard Fanshawe & The Bracelets Of Kali Ch. 2 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 its 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... Richard Fanshawe & The Bracelets Of Kali Ch. 3 Narindar Singh continued 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 in all 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, strip the bitch," he shouted, "that bastard fucked you, 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, she wanted it again, sometime. "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 stepping across the room she slapped her husband's 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 and seeing the slight nod from her husband realised just what she had to do. Fortescue-Harris dropping his sword, 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, 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 through 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 gusher 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 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. "Now Lakshmi we leave, we leave nothing behind." However he was wrong, he did leave something behind and Delphine Harris was very much aware. 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 that 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? Jarindar had returned three times during the nights when her husband was out on patrol. Each time before leaving her husband fucked her and it proved a wise precaution. Nine months later she was delivered of a boy, a light skinned boy but Jarindar had been very light skinned after all. Narindar finished his tale and waited for the deity to comment. "I accept your reasons." was all he said excusing Narindar from the room. * * * * * In the meantime dear friends we must return to England if only to see how Richard is fairing. RICHARD ARRIVES HOME Richard looked at his watch - 'Hm, thirty minutes to 'Take Off', he thought, 'Just 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 courseI 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, jewelry?" 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 am 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 in 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 as to Richards complete surprise she removed her uniform jacket, tie, shirt and stockings and a miniscule thong. "I am not going to body search you, just charge you duty, come on strip" Richard removed his clothes in wonder, as he finally removed his skirt. She was braless and stood before him wearing just self supporting 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. her 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. Richards balls tightened, thrusting vigorously he shot wads of thick creamy gooey cum inside Avril's satiated cunt. Hurriedly Avril dressed as the bell gave another insistent ring. "Here, take your bracelet and thank you I don't know why but suddenly I felt I need that and you were great." "No", said Richard," you can keep it if you like but let me have your 'phone number" "Well actually I'm married" Avril said as she fastened her uniform jacket. "That's OK I won't want to fuck your husband, just you." "Okay, fine now I must go, its 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!?