4 comments/ 9452 views/ 3 favorites The Lost Dandhakaas By: andhravadoo Some geographical and anthropological situations are fictional creations, viz the asteroid strike. All characters are fictional and above eighteen. The word Hijra also has been used with some license as readers familiar with Indian subcontinent culture would notice. ***** Asteroid impact causes physical mutations and erotic culture in aboriginal tribe Archeologists and explorers in the early nineteenth century, surveying the dense Dandakaranya forest in Central India, stumbled upon some caves. Searching within, they discovered among other items, a few bunches of faded palmyra leaves, on which were etched some lacerations. An experienced shikari who was their local guide discussed something quietly with the leader, after taking him aside. The leader informed the group that these were ancient holy writings and would be under his custody. He would be taking them to Benares, a city on the banks of the Ganges, where it could be translated by scholars living there, well versed in ancient scripts. The guide had hinted at perhaps some treasure trove, which the leader wanted to keep for himself. After a few weeks the team leader, two scribes and their guide reached the holy city of Benares where they sought out learned men of Hindu scriptures who would be able to help in deciphering the contents of the palm leaves. The first person they accosted, a Sanskrit and Prakrit professor, threw the bunch back at them and spat in disgust. He asked them to leave immediately and to burn the leaves at once. Intrigued at this response, over the next few days, they tried meeting other pundits but were unsuccessful in getting any headway and were slowly earning the animosity and loathing of the community. They wondered what kind of blasphemous content was hidden in the etchings. Their local guide, made his own enquiries and ventured to introduce them to a sadhu, a hermit who lived on the river bank, near the burning ghats. He was sure that the sadhu could help them unravel the mystery of their palm leaf manuscripts. Crisscrossing the city in his search, it was late evening before they located him, sitting in a yogic pose, silently watching the Ganges flow by. The setting sun behind his hut cash shadows on him, making him look a bit ghoulish and macabre. The guide went forward first and prostrated in the dried mud paving in front of him. "Pranaam", he mouthed nervously, and stood up with folded hands. The rishi, bade him to sit down, and explain his reason for disturbing the ascetic's meditation. As the guide explained in Hindi, the ancient turned his eyes at the foreigners, they were blazing red, but it was not with any ill will. He beckoned them to come closer, and they moved nervously towards him. He nodded at them to take their seats on the ground, which they could manage with some difficulty, after suitable adjustments to their lower garments. He held out his hand, obviously for the manuscript, and it was given to him. He quickly glanced at the first few leaves and let out a deep sigh. He handed back the bunch to our guide, and muttered something incoherent to the explorers. The guide translated that the sadhu was willing to interpret the writings, but as it was getting dark, he would start in the morning. They inquired as to what it would cost, the sadhu seemed to understand, and shook his head, signalling a negative, smiling as he did so. The survey team was really excited and thrilled at this breakthrough. They could not sleep, wondering what secrets would be unfolded. It was late morning by the time they made their way to his ashram, with gifts of fruit and vegetables, and found the sage, waiting for them, drawing deep of a chillum (clay pipe used to smoke hashish, ganja or opium). He offered it to his visitors, except the guide, the other's politely declined. They requested permission to light up their cigars, and it was granted with a wave of the old man's hand. He stretched his hand for the manuscript and instructed the guide in the local dialect. The guide looked the team and mentioned that, if they wanted to take notes, they could do so. The guru would read a line and the guide would translate into English as best as he could. He warned that the contents would be extremely shocking and should they wish him to stop, they could ask for it to be discontinued. The team was further puzzled and their curiosity, albeit with some nervousness, only grew more. Taking deep long draughts from the chillum, holding it in his puffed chest for a minute each drag, the sadhu let out huge clouds of smoke, that lay like a haze over the assembled group. The sickly sweet odor of marijuana filled the area around, and the team felt a bit giddy and high after inhaling the foggy fumes. This second hand smoking was getting them stoned. Putting the chillum aside, the savant commenced reading from the ancient leaves. The following is an unexpurgated compilation from the notes of the survey team. The Dandhakaas or Dandhakavaasis were a fearsome feral people who lived around the Abujmarh hills, which are part of the much larger Dandakaranya forest, home to the brutal barbarian aboriginal race. Dandakaranya, literally meaning "the abode of the demon Dandaka", also finds mention in the Hindu epic, Ramayana. Legend has it that the Abujmarh hills were created when an asteroid struck the lower Gangetic plain. Resultant radioactivity from the blast caused genetic mutations amongst the indigenous Gonds who lived there. Due to genetic mutations, over many generations, they gradually developed unique reproductive systems. Born with extreme congenital deformities, they were tall, averaging above seven feet, large of frame and pitch black in color. A dirty coal black. The genital appendages were different from the original human Gonds, who were inhabiting the general area when the rock from the sky crashed into the ground. The mutants were composed of two orders, the Dwilings, twin-sexed and Eklings, uni-sexed. About twenty percent of Dandhakaa natives were Dwilings, twin-sexed. They were either bi-phallic, ie they were born with two penis, or bi-vaginal, ie two cunted. The man juice of the doubled dicked was produced by a single pair of large orange sized testicles. The twin-pussied were slightly different anatomically, with two full sets of feminine reproductive systems. Their menstrual periods ran their own individual cycles and were rarely coordinated in timing. The twin-sexed Dwilings formed the upper strata of Dandhakaa society irrespective of parentage. Only those blessed with a pair of penis, ie fully male, could bear weapons and formed the core of the fighting army, who would routinely maraud their neighbours. A miniscule number amongst the twin-sexed were the twin-gendered Hijras, aka futanari or hermaphrodites, with fully developed and functional male and female reproductive organs. Amongst them, there were two categories, male organ above the female, the he-woman and vice versa, the she-man. The female organ above male, she-men, were rarest and automatically became the exclusive preserve of the King. The tribe leader would copulate with a she-man, by inserting his lower member into the androgyne's womanhood, while receiving it's manhood up his arse. He would either masturbate his upper member or have it fellated. Others had dual vagina and they were the exclusive domain of the bi-phallic elite. Their sexual activities of bi-phallics included taking a twin cunted woman by pussy and anus or into both love holes in wild orgies. They would shove both organs in without much foreplay as they were semi priapic. The rest of the populace, the uni-sexed Eklings, who possessed normal human type genitalia ranked lowest in social order. But for their genitalia, they resembled the Dwilings in every other way. In fact Ekling men averaged larger penile length and girth than Dwilings. Any newborn to Dwilings, who resembled the lower class Dandhakaash Ekling, was cast off and grew up as a lower class. Any fortunate parents of a newborn Dwiling to Ekling motherhood, qualified for upper class, were rewarded handsomely, and the infant adopted by the superior class. There was no concept of marriage, it was a free for all as far as sex was concerned in the community. Inter class copulation was forbidden and punishable by death. This rule was relaxed only on the battlefield. However this did not stop inferior class womenfolk to steal a quickie with any amorous upper class, in the desperate hope to breed an upper class infant. Or even single cocked Ekling men to take it up their arse, in the hope of carrying the upper class cum home to impregnate their females. In order to be prepared for such eventualities, Ekling men would regularly roger and get rogered by their brethren. Indulging in sexual activity was the main tribal pastime. They periodically attacked neighbouring provinces and were nomadic in nature, plundering the jungle and villages and moving on. Their power would wax and wane based upon the resistance of the kingdoms attacked and availability of food. It was rumoured that cannibalism was prevalent, and during periods of famine, if there were no animal food, they would set upon each other and devour the weak and old to sustain themselves. After being vanquished some twenty years back, the Dandhakaas had retreated to their lair deep within the forest. Their then King had been killed in battle. It took a new generation, as always to rebuild, to select Alpha Male after Alpha Male as the hard loined pair pronged brutes fought incessantly against daily challenges to supremacy. The rules of engagement were to fight till you killed your foe or be killed. This tenet served to reduce challenges, and establish the suzerainty. The current leader would be constantly egged to lead another raid on the humans. It was tricky tribal politics to keep the balance. The Avani, the frontline kingdom to the west of them, was always the first to meet the Dandhakaa onslaught. They had been informed about the imminent attack and had also amassed an army of thirty thousand with promise of backup of an equal number by the hinterland provinces. A north south mountain range was the natural hindrance to the barbarians, the single pass was a bowl shaped ridged valley, likely formed by a fragment of the same asteroid that hit the region. It was here that the two armies would face off. The Dandhakaa King had offered peace to Avani for safe passage to the next kingdom to plunder, but the Queen of the Avani would have none of it, as she did not trust a hundred thousand savages walking thru without disturbing Avani citizens. Besides, it would show up as being cowardly to the nations beyond their borders. Having built up his near hundred thousand horde of Eklings and Dwilings, with the arrow fodder of his clan's lower class Eklings in front, and his hatchet and mace wielding bi-phallic Dwilings behind them, they gathered halfway downhill the eastern side of the dust bowl that was to be today's killing fields. The Avani was similarly positioned on the opposite ridge. Their numbers were less than half his headcount. Though better trained, they were won't to panic at the vast numerical lopsidedness. He watched the milling about of his warriors and got immensely aroused. Some Dwilings were already fucking the lower class Eklings, disregarding any concept of gender preference. For single cunted women, such chances were a godsend, and that is the reason the lower class participated in battle very willingly. They clung on to the Dwiling, showering him with kisses and licking his face and upper body. They would offer their boobs to them to suckle on. The men did not mind getting banged either, as they hoped to carry the precious upper class seed to their women who could get the eye or attention of a Dwiling, daubing their cocks with it before ploughing their women's slits. The lord's dual dicks began to gradually grow harder and longer in the excitement of seeing the battle unfold. Each penile prong was eleven inches long, with six inch girths. They made every woman he fornicated with, cause to walk with a bend for days after he screwed them. He was sure of victory this time, and had set himself on a throne made from a huge mastodon skull to watch the upcoming bloodshed on the battlefields. He would plunder the single pussied Avani strumpet soon, shoving both his rapiers into her single cunt, the whore who dared call his challenge and rebuff his offer. He intended to imprison her and fill her with his seed till she bore him a brat. He drooled at the prospect of fucking her unconscious. The usual game plan of the Dandhakaas was to rush at the opposing force using Eklings. This time the Eklings were carrying pots of poisonous snakes and scorpions, carefully collected and reared for the last two decades. They were to hurl these over the Avani frontline. On shattering the release of the extremely angered venomous reptiles was sure to cause great confusion and some very painful deaths. Around the King's vantage point on the tall platform squatted Dandakhaashi women and chosen futanari, were each clawing at themselves with long nailed fingers and waiting for their Lord to beckon. Eyes red with lust and hunger. The braver among them, with large breasts, crept up to his seat and tentatively licked at the reddening bulb of his lower penis. The pots were hurled at the Avani frontline. They burst, releasing the reptiles and arachnids. Unsure and wary of the contents, the well trained ranks of the Avani, had stepped back from the bursting jars, giving clear ground of about 15 feet from impact. The creatures were blinded by the sudden outdoor light after years of darkness and they were quickly speared and stamped out. An isolated sting here and there was quickly contained by the medics on hand. The first salvo was contained with very little damage. They awaited the Dandhakaas next move. The failure to achieve what they thought was a good move, caused murmurs, and an order to rush the Avani frontline was shouted. The King was dismayed by the failure of the first tactic. He slapped his thing in rage. Spurred by the daring of her harem mate, another bi-cunted bimbo dashed out and clasped the head of the upper phallus with her mouth and sucked vigorously. He smacked them away, but held them by her matted locks, one to each side. The harlots were face up, and had their backs arched towards their master, their bushy mounds pulsating in anticipation. Their daring would be rewarded. He savoured the unwashed stench reeking from the two wenches, as it wafted to his flared nostrils. He was enjoying the hundreds of thousands of his marauding minions charging naked with their dual phalluses also erect with blood and adrenalin. He wanted to enjoy his two pricks rise hard on their own, with the battle thrill, without need for the woman's help. The Dandhakaas stepped back half a furlong, compressing themselves as a pack. The rear lines held fast, to cushion the pressure, and the whole force grew taut, the rearward move, much like the buildup before a tsunami. And a tsunami it was, of a rushing tide of black people. The rear line started to also push forward briskly. This was a standard tactic and the Avani were prepared with their own secret countermeasure for this encounter. They knew that the front of the surge would not be carrying much weaponry, so did not wish to harm the unarmed. He watched the front lines engage. His phallic pair was throbbing. Two more bi-pussied women darted out and went to work on the cunts of the two who were held by their tufts. Another two sprang forward and started to work their gnarled and calloused fingers and palms on his erect pokers, the rest joined in abandon, fingering his arsehole, each other, sucking breasts, clawing pussy, as double dicked soldiers rushed on towards the bloody melee. "Aaaaarrrrnnnnggghhhh", he snarls, and the first line of Avani opposition is about to be beaten down. A rain of arrows is showered from the Avani side. Lifting the left bitch and clamping her down, as she cowered on all fours, he skewers her arsehole as she whimpered in pain and ecstasy. Lifting the other, he twisted her body to lie on the back of the first, he withdraws and thrusts his upper dick into the waiting and vaginal orifice of the second to her wild shrieks. The rest of the whores rush to support the two impaled she gorilla like women, as he stood up and signalled for a pot of toddy by grunting "Uuuuuusssshhh". The Avani front line crouched, holding something looking like a long rope. Just behind them was a line of soldiers holding canes and whips. As they saw the rush about to commence, the ends of the Avani frontline started running in opposite directions, effectively encircling the huge Dandhakaa mob. Fire arrows were streamed at the rushing aboriginals to slow them. Quaffing the toddy from the pot, the chieftain commenced slow sheathing movements to the accompaniment of howls and squawks from the women getting augered by his twin cocks. The upper slut fainted from exhaustion of his continued spearing of her pussy. The witch was dragged off, thick tool emerging from her twat with a loud thwuck sound like a champagne cork. The lower hag collapsed too and was dragged off as well. Two other barbarian broads were getting into position for their leader's now free cocks, rubbing their breasts over his hairy bushy chest. He snarled at their ministrations and grasped their tresses to hold them close and others moved swiftly to grasp at his engorged phalluses and balls. He let them suck and nibble at his dicks and chew at his balls. It was a fight with the Dadhakaas on the inside with a strong force of Avani sword and spear wielding warriors now at the forefront of the battle. The rope like thing that the Avani were carrying was a huge net with which they were using to ensnare as many of the hooligans as they could and haul them off. The bunch were just too many to contain with such a simple measure. The battle commenced in earnest. He wanted to build himself slowly, not to erupt. He was lusting for the Avani whore queen, who would be his soon. The thrill of the initial battlefield victory had built up extreme frenzy in the ranks and some Dwiling warriors were raping Avani soldiers in their arseholes with their erect rods. Some with lower phallus inside, with the upper rubbing against the victim's arse crack. Other's riding the hapless human hole with the upper while the lower cock rammed at the unfortunate one's balls. He glanced at a double cunted female and she dashed over, almost falling over the writhing bodies on the chariot floor. Holder her by her upper body, his hands under her arms, with a perfect aim and a violent shove skewered her two cunts perfectly on his twin phalluses. More hags rushed in, some licking at the arseholes, some on her mammaries. The impaled wench let out a long loud wail like a banshee, the sheer brute force of his fucking her in two pussies, she never stopped screaming and yelling. "I am your's Lord ... Take me ... Ahhh Ahhh ... Lord ... fuck me ... master ... ah ... master ... ah ... leader ... oh ... ah ... oh ... aaahhhhhh", the female brayed gutturally. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets as she felt the surges overtaking her senses. It took just under two minutes for her to pass out in pleasurable pain of his pricks. Effectively trapped by the near circular formation of the Avani , the Dandhakaa Dwiling's fought like the near demons they were. They were hurling the dead corpses into the Avani lines, virtually smothering them. They gave no quarter, and the sheer numbers of the mutants started to overwhelm the Avani army. The Lost Dandhakaas The King unplugged his pricks from the near dead two cunted tart's holes by tugging at her limp body by her hair and cast her to the top of the growing clump of the exhausted lot. With a quick to and fro swing of his torso, he flung the rest of the brazen hussies off him and looked around for a futanari. He spotted a he-woman Hijra who was looking at his lord, lust lucid in his eyes. He snapped his fingers and it walked over, breasts heaving in anticipation of the fuck ahead. Clutching at it and holding it by both arms, he speared the anal and vaginal channels with his dual dicks, as he had done to the wretch he had just nearly killed. Holding it with his paws under the shoulders, he signalled to another to service the futa's eight inch cock with her hands. In minutes the hermaphrodite was spent and shot huge loads of Dandakhaashi spunk over his lord's broad chest. The crones rushed in to suck it off, as the futanari slunk off, the plundering of it's orifices driving it to sheer exhaustion. Sitting in a squat haunch, he licked the dribble from his cunt using his finger tips. The Dandhakaas had gained the upper hand at the cost of about half their numbers. They cared little for these losses. Scenting imminent victory, some Dwilings started copulating with willing Ekling men and women. The numbers on the edge of the skirmish were sufficient enough to overwhelm the few Avanis. Unspent as yet, the King's dicks were ramrod stiff, throbbing. He spread his legs wide and thrust his bums back and let out a loud stench of a fart, the miasmic flatulence adding to the erotic drama. This was the signal to get buggered. A waiting futa with a nine inch dongle, erect like a flagstaff, angled at 45 degrees to the horizontal, so far soothed by his own hands and a couple of Dandhakaashi women, positioned himself behind his lord's buttocks, to shove it into his ruler's arsehole, lubricated by the saliva of the harridans who were licking it so far. A double cunted nag came over and spat on the head of the hermaphrodite's rod. The rest of the unsatiated dual vaginaed females fell on the remaining Hijras, seeking their fulfillment by squirming over their shafts. The Avani force was cut down to a thousand, a thirtieth of is starting numbers. The Dandhakaas surge was unstoppable. The King readied his buttocks into position to receive his Hijra's hardness. He was exultant at the decisive outcome. The he-woman's stiffened phallus, swollen veins ridging the shaft length, nudged at the puckered entrance of the sphincter, as his lord howled, "Ppppppp rrrrrrr eeeee ggggg hhhh aaaaaa sssssss hhhhhh", viewing the rampage of the cowardly Avani forces, running hither and thither in disarray. A sharp thrust upward, it broke through, and nudged against the prostate and causing wilder howls from the brute barbarian overlord. The she-folk fell on their lord's scimitars and chewed and ravaged at them with their fangs. The valiant Avani soldiers fought 3 or 4 Dandhakaas simultaneously. But it was a losing cause as the Eklings and Dwilings outnumbered them. Fighting was now about halfway up the ridge. They were now pushed behind their rampart carrying their battle standard. If this fell, it was symbolic defeat and fall back was doctrine. Spurred by this, the Avani fought harder. The Dandhakaa King was moments away from glory, his Hijra filling up his rectum, his cocks being sucked on, as he spotted his Dwiling warriors mount the Dandhakhaashi pennant on the flagpole of the Avani ramparts. On the King's platform it was all the twin-sexed Dwilings in a writhing mass, engaged in frantic fucking. There were no rules today. Anyone could fuck anyone. Single pussied Ekling women jostled about beneath the platform. Some of the single cunted looked upward at the high altar, beseeching their King to fuck them in cunt and arse together. Their frenzied faces and wild looks about them sent a further rush up the chieftain's spine. He was tempted to take one on. This was permissible on the battle ground. He made a motion with his hands at his loyal she-man Hijra and an ecstatic Ekling hussy was hauled aboard. She was delirious at the opportunity to have the headman's twin heads in her holes. Salivating, and bracing to be lacerated by the hardened duplex dorks, she positioned herself brazenly, hips around his wait. One sharp shove, bingo, he burst into her well fucked vagina and bumhole with relative ease and she was hardier than the quick orgasming Dwiling dames. He pistoned for a couple of minutes and he was at the verge, and held back. He had her pulled off and pushed off the side where willing hands of the women below, helped her off and with their tongues, they set to worship her pussy and shithole venerated by their lord's lances. He was savouring the flush of seeing the final skirmish and then the win, as his Hijra let loose his cum inside his leader's shitpipe. He continued to slide his long cock in and out for a few more minutes, almost driving his boss over the edge. Their leaders having fallen, the Avani ranks were in total disarray. Retreat bugles sounded from the few remaining commanders, who considered the adage, he who runs away, lives to fight another day. They turned tail, and scrambled up the slopes, tripping and falling in their haste over unseen outcrops of rock and small bushes. At the top of the ridge, they paused and looked back at the bunch of Dwilings who had almost caught up with them. The commanders rallied at the top and a fierce fight ensued. Eklings joined the scrum, having snatched up weaponry enroute from the fallen foes. It was over in a few minutes. Those had not waited at the top, had reached the foothills on the other side, and gallopped off on waiting horses into the darkness. Victory was his. He let out a loud baying like wild wolf. The victorious Dandhakaas fell into a wild orgy amongst themselves. Single sexed males ran after the fleeing foes to plunder their food stores and other goods left behind in the base camp. There would be more battles later but today was theirs. As he felt warm jets from the Hijra inside him, he let himself go, as he felt the glory of his victory bet at one with his own long drawn orgasm. The alpha male seed exploded outward, gushing cupful after cupful in long streams. His yellow-white semen squirted and splashed all over over his brood of Dandakhaashi consorts. Some spilled over the platform on the waiting one cunted hussies, the unlucky chasing the fortunate one who managed a few lucky drops of royal jism, she, hurriedly squirming some of the gummy juice into her eager cunt. Above, each waiting wench rushed in to greedily savour of their leader's seed which had drenched them like a dense shower. Futanari, double cunted Dwilings alike, they sucked it off each other, off the chariot floor, some dabbing their fingers with the thick globs and inserting gooey fingers into their womb holes, desiring to bear their leader with suitable offspring. The vanquished regrouped in the night, to contemplate their strategy. They would need help from the hinterland kingdoms. The frontline kingdoms who bore most of the brunt. An alliance would need to be quickly forged between all of them against the barbaric Dandhakaas. The Dandhakaa leader bellowed and bellowed in primeval yodels of success, splutters of spit accompanying each. He sat down, his carnal urges fulfilled. As he lay down, his menage sprawled around him, his twin cocks stirred up once and tucked themselves away. The fornications on the ground, binging on toddy and ganja continued unabated for a while till one by one they slumbered in stoned stupor. The skies opened up before dawn in a huge cloudburst. Rain came down in buckets, lashing and pouring down the sides of the bowl shaped valley in ad hoc waterfalls. In minutes, the valley floor was about a foot deep in slush and filling up fast. Lightning cracked, directly at a bunch of grouped bodies on the valley floor, electrocuting them instantly. The rapidly rising lake, awoke the sleeping Dandhakaas and they mobbed forward towards the shore, stampeding and perishing in droves. Those that hesitated in rushing forward were soon caught up in neck deep water, and not knowing how to swim, thrashed around and drowned in minutes. Two more lightning bolts struck nearby and a massive direct hard blast hit right at the center of the valley, sending a wave of blue light across the waters. This jolt finished any that might have miraculously survived till then. The ear-splitting thunder that followed rolled on and on. The more alert or less intoxicated of the Eklings came out of their drunken stupor and had awakened those nearby and scrambled up the hillside, and stayed above the waterline. Loyal Dwilings carried their leaders platform to the safety of the ridge. Before their dumb founded eyes, the erstwhile battlefield was now a lake full of corpses, Avanti and Dandhakaa. The few surviving Dandhakaas trekked back to their Abujmarh hills and were never heard of again. After the huge carnage from the battle and deluge it took decades before anyone dared to enter the bowl. Once passage was possible, Avani and adjoining kingdoms led joint expeditionary forces to finish the Dandhakaa scourge once and for all, but could find no trace, not even skeletons. The Dandhakaas seemed to have vanished from the face of the Earth. The Avanti leaders surmised that they may have perished entirely in the flash flood and were deeply relieved at the the extinction of the monsters. Dusk had fallen as the narration drew to it's conclusion. Light fog and a chill crept over the banks. The shikari moved to stoke the fire pit to provide some warmth against the chill of the wintry evening. It was soon blazing after the addition of some firewood and twigs and a few pokes. "Incredulous", uttered the leader, "Preposterous", he spluttered, "You must be making this all up, old man". He was amazed at the reading of the papyri and at times even deeply aroused by the crude translation from the guide. He had noticed the shikari rubbing his prick a few times, and only his upbringing had stopped him from doing the same. "This is just a figment of this charlatan's warped mind from smoking all that shit", he continued at the top of his voice. "Two pricks, two pussies, one of each, huh Indeed!, he-woman, she-man bah! What a circus!", he guffawed. He was no doubt disappointed that there were no pots of gold and the booty that had driven him this far was naught. The shikari, quietened him and asked to not irritate the baba, who was glaring at them. "Huurrrrarrkk", came a sharp shout from the mendicant. The sadhu took the final drag from his chillum and cleaned it while it was warm.. In one swift move, he stood up, over seven feet tall, and threw the entire palm leaves on to the fire. They were reduced to ashes in seconds before the shocked team. Stretching his body to his full height, he struck a terrifying pose, and dropped his loincloth. Protruding from his pubes, clearly visible by the dancing firelight, were two fully erect phalluses. He used either hand to grasp at each and separated them. He waved us away in silent rage and walked into his hut. Stunned, they stood rooted to their places, and after a few minutes, regaining some measure of composure, crept silently away. The returned the next morning, to meet the hermit and to know more, but there was no hut, no Dandhakaa. Just the fire pit, smouldering a bit here and there. He was gone. Dandhakaas were lost again.