30-09-2019, 07:43 PM
# 8
Five black earthen lamps set out in the design of a pentagram glowed in the darkness of the cavern. It was the pattern he had learnt from an ancient treatise on the panchamukhi bhairavi.
“Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … … Arr … … rakh …” The man seated in the center of the pentagram chanted.
His gaze was steady and so were the flames. He raised both his hands, palms stretching out in supplication and repeated the incantations …
“Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … … Arr … … rakhsa doza … Arr … … siskachh trehm … …”
Through the rock face separating the cavern from the outside, a brief gust of wind entered and the flames flickered. A tinge of excitement gripped him. Arms still upraised, he cocked his ears. The wind outside had certainly picked up speed. Thrilled, he increased the tempo of his chants … feeling the power in those familiar spells … … it was happening … … it was beginning to happen … … it was a matter of time …
The wind outside was growing in strength … … the draught inside even more prominent.
He could feel the pounding of his heart – the rush of blood to his temples and arteries in his neck throbbing. There was the feeling of a relentless pressure against his ribcage … just as he had felt many times before … just as it had been seven years ago on that fateful night …
Shefali, his wife of two years had just died a month ago in a freak accident on the highways. He was broken. His archeologist colleagues would come to give him company in the evenings and he would somehow forget his own existence for a couple of hours. But the nights were hellish. There was no sleep and his restlessness would make him pace the rooms in the quarter all night long. Then a friend in the office had brought him the palm-leaf manuscript that had been uncovered in a recent excavation and left it for him to decipher – for his interest lay in ancient scripts. A cursory glance at the contents made no sense to him. It was only during the night that he had taken it out again and given a closer look. The script was somehow familiar and the sense of the linguist inside him could make out the pronunciations of the words. In the silence of the night, he had uttered those words,
‘Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … …’
A sudden constriction gripped his chest … … as if … … he was in the coils of a pythons. He could hardly breathe. The room swayed before his eyes. And a very unfamiliar smell … … odor of rotten eggs enveloped him … … he felt as if his breath was being sucked out … …
Then the being had materialized … the mass of raw flesh … intuitively he understood – that he had invoked an ancient evil … who snorted derisively at his confusion and terror. It was several seconds later, that he felt the pressure ease from his insides.
“You called me”, the being said, “I give you what you want. Tthink …”
“Shefali”, he had croaked.
Right before his unbelieving eyes, he found Shefali lying on the floor, her eyes closed. She was jerking her head from side to side, as if trying to blot out a terrible pain.Tthen he became aware of the wounds on her body, the deep gashes, and the blood oozing … … the Evil One gave out a mocking laugh and Shefali’sr blood stained clothes were blown away … leaving her like a slab of meat on the coroner’s table. He could barewly look at the scene, that of blood seeping out of her nostrils, her mouth, the deep gash in the abdomen, her vagina … he closed his eyes.
“No, no”; he had pleaded before the monster. “Please make her go away.”
“I will”, the being replied and he thought he saw a glint of cunning in its eyes.
Shefali vanished and it took several minutes for him to regain a semblance of normalcy.
“Never wish for the dead”, he heard it saying, “I will give you much more – in life itself – just promise to do as I say or else …”. He didn’t want to know what the alternative would be. Dr. Amitabh Jha, the famous archeologist, had enough common sense to understand that he was dealing with something totally out of his league.
Six month later, a young vivacious student named Monalisa, whom he had met before in a field study trip, was whispering in his ears, “I love you Amit …”
That had been seven years ago. …
He snapped back to the present.
“Rakksse ninahin … Aladi raaboma … … “
Inside the cavern, which was his chosen sanctuary, the wind had become virtually a gale – the flames of the tiny lamps virtually fighting for their existence. Suddenly, the wind howled and the gust blew out all the candles. It was completely dark. The overpowering smell of sulfur enveloped him…
“Ah! We meet again”, the blob of pink flesh glowed in the dark.
He had kept silent.
“As promised last time”, it continued, “you may have Mona’s company - for a while. In the meanwhile”, there was the derisive laughter, “I go to prepare another husband – for his role.”
And then it was gone. In its place, stood Mona, smiling prettily, amidst the candles which had come back to life.
The unkempt bearded man who had several bead necklaces round his neck, and who bore no resemblance to the renowned academic he had once been, and who looked like a typical chillum smoking tantrik now; rushed forward.
“Amit …”, Mona whispered
“Ahh, my love …”, he held her in a tight hug and showered it kisses on her upturned face.
***************
Tarun woke up with a start. He felt as if a cold hand was clutching his heart. He could hardly breathe. With an effort he jerked himself up and reached for the glass of water on the side table. Moments later, he felt his breathing settling down and then he turned to the other side.
“Dolly”, he whispered.
The side of her bed was empty.
Immediately he averted his eyes towards the bathroom door. No light showed at the bottom. Curiosity piqued him. He looked at the bed side clock which read near to mid-night. ‘Where was she?’, he wondered.
Getting into his slippers, he shuffled out of the room, onto the verandah. Light showed at the other end – that was Mr. Rudra’s room. Something inside him propelled him in that direction and the wind tugged at his sleeves of his night-shirt as he walked silently. The twin doors were partially open and he stopped there.
Peals of laughter emerged from inside. It was Dolly. Moving away surreptitiously to a distance where he could stay unnoticed in the darkness, he peeked inside. Dolly was seated on the bed and smiling at Rudra who was seated across on the side table and eating.
Tarun stood rooted to the spot. In an instant, he recalled Dolly informing him earlier that Rudra, a close associate of her father, and who had been bereaved of late; had been recuperating at the same rest house that they had planned their honeymoon on. He had given no thought to that at the time. But the proximity with which they sat now and their obvious familiarity stunned him. What was she thinking – walking into another man’s room so late in the night? His heart started pounding.
Then Rudra had said something, which he couldn’t decipher. But Dolly had laughed. Tarun’s heart went into a somersault as he watched her placing her hand over his. He broke into a sweat although the night was cold ‘What was happening?’, he asked himself as his heart thudded and he felt a sudden pain. Moments later, he was aware of sporting a massive hard-on. ‘How was that even possible?’, he wondered. He was watching his wife of a month old time, cavorting with her male acquaintance and was feeling aroused – it made no sense at all. He stepped back a couple of paces and adjusted his pajama, for the erection had become painful. Something in the back of his mind told him that he wanted to watch more …
Rudra had finished eating and got up to wash his hands. Dolly collected the plates from the table and turned towards the door when Rudra had come near her wiping his hands on a towel.
“See you in the morning”, he heard her say clearly.
Rudra had mumbled something which sounded like a thanks.
“Oh I will come for you alright, be ready then”, her clear voice held a hint of mischief.
Despite the painful erection he was sporting now, Tarun moved back swiftly and hid behind a column. He watched her moving downstairs, possibly to deposit the dinner plates in the kitchen. In the meantime, Rudra had shut the doors and a moment later the lights went off in his room. The sound of Dolly climbing back the stairs came up and Tarun made a dash for his room. By the time, Dolly came in and latched the door, he was back in the bed. Dolly was humming something, under her breath as she settled in besides him.
Tarun stayed still for a moment but the pain inside his trousers gave him an acute reminder of his state. He cleared his nose, as if having woken up suddenly and turned towards her.
“Dolly”, he whispered, laying an arm over her.
“Oh! Did I wake you up?”, she asked.
Feigning a voice laden with sleep he mumbled, “Oh such a pretty wife … am so so lucky”. His hand had traveled to her breast which he pressed.
“Ouch”, she shouted, instinctively flinging his hand away. “Were you dreaming of me darling?” Her voice was heavy.
He didn’t reply. He was mad with her scent. He was aware that he was experiencing an excitement that he had never felt before. He slipped his hand below her dress and placed it on her abdomen. The touch of her bare skin inflamed him further. His hand traveled below, encountering the knot at the waist, which he tugged away open. Traveling further south, he placed it over her pubes, at the cleft between the silken lips. Gently, he started to massage them open …
Dolly had been taken aback at the sudden actions. But she was beginning to enjoy the strange pleasures which were now starting to build up. A low moan escaped her lips. She put an arm around his neck and pulled him closer for a lip-lock. “Don’t stop … ahhh”, she whispered urgently.
The scent of her was driving him crazy and he practically sawed her open with his fingers delving inside. A moment later, she was gushing. As the wetness spread out, he could control himself no longer. Yanking her pants away, he dived into her muff and started lapping her up …. Dolly clutched his hair … pushing his face further down and down as she started moving her pelvis to meet his thrusting tongue.
***************
I still had the sense of unease as I settled down in bed. On other days, I might have relapsed into a dreamless sleep after the drinks and the dinner, but it wasn’t to be today. Groggily, I recounted Dolly’s coming to the room with dinner, her obvious flirting and her touching me casually now and then while I sat eating. Her recent behavior was so out of character with the young daughter of Jaichand, who had been so shy as to fly away giggling from my presence, the last time I had known her.
It had to be IT – I had no doubts on that score.
While clearing away the plates, with that coquettish twinkle in her eyes, she had declared to meet me early in the morning. And she had given a slow wink.
I was sure, she wouldn’t wait till the night was over.
I let out a sigh and turned my face to the side on the pillow. There was no way out…
Half an hour later, there was a soft knock at the door. I knew I was right. Wearily, I got up from the bed and slid back the bolts. Then I climbed back to the bed.
In the darkness of the room, I heard her drawing the bolts softly and walking over towards me. I held out a hand and pulled her towards me. She collapsed on top of me and instantly, I became aware of her identity.
It was Lisa.
“Lisaaaaaa?”, I choked a scream as a hundred questions rose at once in my mind. How come she was alone here – where was IT? Where were those hideous things which I had seen her nursing at her breasts? Just earlier in the day, I had seen her being heavily pregnant – what had happened to that? In the glow of the moonlight that filtered through the window; I found her to be absolutely breathtaking – the way she had been once – was this all a dream?????
“Shhhh…..”, she whispered urgently, locking her lips over mine. Her hair spread all around and the familiar smell of her skin rekindled the old memories.
“Don’t talk now”, she whispered again as she began removing her dress. In a moment, she was completely naked. Then she started unbuttoning my night- shirt and helped pull it off. The trousers followed suit. She slid back and enveloped my member in her mouth bobbing her mouth up and down. As the sensations started stoking up the familiar memories, I watched mute as she climbed over and carefully inserted my fully erect penis inside. Then she started to rock on her haunches …
I didn’t care whether it was a dream or a hallucination. Nor was I concerned if it was some cruel joke devised by IT. I had relapsed back to the early days of our marriage – how much she had enjoyed riding me – used to say that it gave her a sense of control – and I had thoroughly enjoyed it then – as I was doing it now.
“Heii, heii, …”, she was grunting in excitement while I squeezed her breast. Then I inserted a finger underneath to provide the additional periodic touches to her clitty. That used to drive her mad then … She grabbed my pectorals and increased the tempo – that was a signal for her approaching orgasm – simultaneously becoming aware of myself reaching the peak. With a couple more thrusts, she cried out, staying suspended and then collapsing on me. I had crossed the plateau myself too and felt myself spurting inside her …
I became aware of drifting away … ...
Five black earthen lamps set out in the design of a pentagram glowed in the darkness of the cavern. It was the pattern he had learnt from an ancient treatise on the panchamukhi bhairavi.
“Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … … Arr … … rakh …” The man seated in the center of the pentagram chanted.
His gaze was steady and so were the flames. He raised both his hands, palms stretching out in supplication and repeated the incantations …
“Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … … Arr … … rakhsa doza … Arr … … siskachh trehm … …”
Through the rock face separating the cavern from the outside, a brief gust of wind entered and the flames flickered. A tinge of excitement gripped him. Arms still upraised, he cocked his ears. The wind outside had certainly picked up speed. Thrilled, he increased the tempo of his chants … feeling the power in those familiar spells … … it was happening … … it was beginning to happen … … it was a matter of time …
The wind outside was growing in strength … … the draught inside even more prominent.
He could feel the pounding of his heart – the rush of blood to his temples and arteries in his neck throbbing. There was the feeling of a relentless pressure against his ribcage … just as he had felt many times before … just as it had been seven years ago on that fateful night …
Shefali, his wife of two years had just died a month ago in a freak accident on the highways. He was broken. His archeologist colleagues would come to give him company in the evenings and he would somehow forget his own existence for a couple of hours. But the nights were hellish. There was no sleep and his restlessness would make him pace the rooms in the quarter all night long. Then a friend in the office had brought him the palm-leaf manuscript that had been uncovered in a recent excavation and left it for him to decipher – for his interest lay in ancient scripts. A cursory glance at the contents made no sense to him. It was only during the night that he had taken it out again and given a closer look. The script was somehow familiar and the sense of the linguist inside him could make out the pronunciations of the words. In the silence of the night, he had uttered those words,
‘Arr … … rakhsa ninahin … …’
A sudden constriction gripped his chest … … as if … … he was in the coils of a pythons. He could hardly breathe. The room swayed before his eyes. And a very unfamiliar smell … … odor of rotten eggs enveloped him … … he felt as if his breath was being sucked out … …
Then the being had materialized … the mass of raw flesh … intuitively he understood – that he had invoked an ancient evil … who snorted derisively at his confusion and terror. It was several seconds later, that he felt the pressure ease from his insides.
“You called me”, the being said, “I give you what you want. Tthink …”
“Shefali”, he had croaked.
Right before his unbelieving eyes, he found Shefali lying on the floor, her eyes closed. She was jerking her head from side to side, as if trying to blot out a terrible pain.Tthen he became aware of the wounds on her body, the deep gashes, and the blood oozing … … the Evil One gave out a mocking laugh and Shefali’sr blood stained clothes were blown away … leaving her like a slab of meat on the coroner’s table. He could barewly look at the scene, that of blood seeping out of her nostrils, her mouth, the deep gash in the abdomen, her vagina … he closed his eyes.
“No, no”; he had pleaded before the monster. “Please make her go away.”
“I will”, the being replied and he thought he saw a glint of cunning in its eyes.
Shefali vanished and it took several minutes for him to regain a semblance of normalcy.
“Never wish for the dead”, he heard it saying, “I will give you much more – in life itself – just promise to do as I say or else …”. He didn’t want to know what the alternative would be. Dr. Amitabh Jha, the famous archeologist, had enough common sense to understand that he was dealing with something totally out of his league.
Six month later, a young vivacious student named Monalisa, whom he had met before in a field study trip, was whispering in his ears, “I love you Amit …”
That had been seven years ago. …
He snapped back to the present.
“Rakksse ninahin … Aladi raaboma … … “
Inside the cavern, which was his chosen sanctuary, the wind had become virtually a gale – the flames of the tiny lamps virtually fighting for their existence. Suddenly, the wind howled and the gust blew out all the candles. It was completely dark. The overpowering smell of sulfur enveloped him…
“Ah! We meet again”, the blob of pink flesh glowed in the dark.
He had kept silent.
“As promised last time”, it continued, “you may have Mona’s company - for a while. In the meanwhile”, there was the derisive laughter, “I go to prepare another husband – for his role.”
And then it was gone. In its place, stood Mona, smiling prettily, amidst the candles which had come back to life.
The unkempt bearded man who had several bead necklaces round his neck, and who bore no resemblance to the renowned academic he had once been, and who looked like a typical chillum smoking tantrik now; rushed forward.
“Amit …”, Mona whispered
“Ahh, my love …”, he held her in a tight hug and showered it kisses on her upturned face.
***************
Tarun woke up with a start. He felt as if a cold hand was clutching his heart. He could hardly breathe. With an effort he jerked himself up and reached for the glass of water on the side table. Moments later, he felt his breathing settling down and then he turned to the other side.
“Dolly”, he whispered.
The side of her bed was empty.
Immediately he averted his eyes towards the bathroom door. No light showed at the bottom. Curiosity piqued him. He looked at the bed side clock which read near to mid-night. ‘Where was she?’, he wondered.
Getting into his slippers, he shuffled out of the room, onto the verandah. Light showed at the other end – that was Mr. Rudra’s room. Something inside him propelled him in that direction and the wind tugged at his sleeves of his night-shirt as he walked silently. The twin doors were partially open and he stopped there.
Peals of laughter emerged from inside. It was Dolly. Moving away surreptitiously to a distance where he could stay unnoticed in the darkness, he peeked inside. Dolly was seated on the bed and smiling at Rudra who was seated across on the side table and eating.
Tarun stood rooted to the spot. In an instant, he recalled Dolly informing him earlier that Rudra, a close associate of her father, and who had been bereaved of late; had been recuperating at the same rest house that they had planned their honeymoon on. He had given no thought to that at the time. But the proximity with which they sat now and their obvious familiarity stunned him. What was she thinking – walking into another man’s room so late in the night? His heart started pounding.
Then Rudra had said something, which he couldn’t decipher. But Dolly had laughed. Tarun’s heart went into a somersault as he watched her placing her hand over his. He broke into a sweat although the night was cold ‘What was happening?’, he asked himself as his heart thudded and he felt a sudden pain. Moments later, he was aware of sporting a massive hard-on. ‘How was that even possible?’, he wondered. He was watching his wife of a month old time, cavorting with her male acquaintance and was feeling aroused – it made no sense at all. He stepped back a couple of paces and adjusted his pajama, for the erection had become painful. Something in the back of his mind told him that he wanted to watch more …
Rudra had finished eating and got up to wash his hands. Dolly collected the plates from the table and turned towards the door when Rudra had come near her wiping his hands on a towel.
“See you in the morning”, he heard her say clearly.
Rudra had mumbled something which sounded like a thanks.
“Oh I will come for you alright, be ready then”, her clear voice held a hint of mischief.
Despite the painful erection he was sporting now, Tarun moved back swiftly and hid behind a column. He watched her moving downstairs, possibly to deposit the dinner plates in the kitchen. In the meantime, Rudra had shut the doors and a moment later the lights went off in his room. The sound of Dolly climbing back the stairs came up and Tarun made a dash for his room. By the time, Dolly came in and latched the door, he was back in the bed. Dolly was humming something, under her breath as she settled in besides him.
Tarun stayed still for a moment but the pain inside his trousers gave him an acute reminder of his state. He cleared his nose, as if having woken up suddenly and turned towards her.
“Dolly”, he whispered, laying an arm over her.
“Oh! Did I wake you up?”, she asked.
Feigning a voice laden with sleep he mumbled, “Oh such a pretty wife … am so so lucky”. His hand had traveled to her breast which he pressed.
“Ouch”, she shouted, instinctively flinging his hand away. “Were you dreaming of me darling?” Her voice was heavy.
He didn’t reply. He was mad with her scent. He was aware that he was experiencing an excitement that he had never felt before. He slipped his hand below her dress and placed it on her abdomen. The touch of her bare skin inflamed him further. His hand traveled below, encountering the knot at the waist, which he tugged away open. Traveling further south, he placed it over her pubes, at the cleft between the silken lips. Gently, he started to massage them open …
Dolly had been taken aback at the sudden actions. But she was beginning to enjoy the strange pleasures which were now starting to build up. A low moan escaped her lips. She put an arm around his neck and pulled him closer for a lip-lock. “Don’t stop … ahhh”, she whispered urgently.
The scent of her was driving him crazy and he practically sawed her open with his fingers delving inside. A moment later, she was gushing. As the wetness spread out, he could control himself no longer. Yanking her pants away, he dived into her muff and started lapping her up …. Dolly clutched his hair … pushing his face further down and down as she started moving her pelvis to meet his thrusting tongue.
***************
I still had the sense of unease as I settled down in bed. On other days, I might have relapsed into a dreamless sleep after the drinks and the dinner, but it wasn’t to be today. Groggily, I recounted Dolly’s coming to the room with dinner, her obvious flirting and her touching me casually now and then while I sat eating. Her recent behavior was so out of character with the young daughter of Jaichand, who had been so shy as to fly away giggling from my presence, the last time I had known her.
It had to be IT – I had no doubts on that score.
While clearing away the plates, with that coquettish twinkle in her eyes, she had declared to meet me early in the morning. And she had given a slow wink.
I was sure, she wouldn’t wait till the night was over.
I let out a sigh and turned my face to the side on the pillow. There was no way out…
Half an hour later, there was a soft knock at the door. I knew I was right. Wearily, I got up from the bed and slid back the bolts. Then I climbed back to the bed.
In the darkness of the room, I heard her drawing the bolts softly and walking over towards me. I held out a hand and pulled her towards me. She collapsed on top of me and instantly, I became aware of her identity.
It was Lisa.
“Lisaaaaaa?”, I choked a scream as a hundred questions rose at once in my mind. How come she was alone here – where was IT? Where were those hideous things which I had seen her nursing at her breasts? Just earlier in the day, I had seen her being heavily pregnant – what had happened to that? In the glow of the moonlight that filtered through the window; I found her to be absolutely breathtaking – the way she had been once – was this all a dream?????
“Shhhh…..”, she whispered urgently, locking her lips over mine. Her hair spread all around and the familiar smell of her skin rekindled the old memories.
“Don’t talk now”, she whispered again as she began removing her dress. In a moment, she was completely naked. Then she started unbuttoning my night- shirt and helped pull it off. The trousers followed suit. She slid back and enveloped my member in her mouth bobbing her mouth up and down. As the sensations started stoking up the familiar memories, I watched mute as she climbed over and carefully inserted my fully erect penis inside. Then she started to rock on her haunches …
I didn’t care whether it was a dream or a hallucination. Nor was I concerned if it was some cruel joke devised by IT. I had relapsed back to the early days of our marriage – how much she had enjoyed riding me – used to say that it gave her a sense of control – and I had thoroughly enjoyed it then – as I was doing it now.
“Heii, heii, …”, she was grunting in excitement while I squeezed her breast. Then I inserted a finger underneath to provide the additional periodic touches to her clitty. That used to drive her mad then … She grabbed my pectorals and increased the tempo – that was a signal for her approaching orgasm – simultaneously becoming aware of myself reaching the peak. With a couple more thrusts, she cried out, staying suspended and then collapsing on me. I had crossed the plateau myself too and felt myself spurting inside her …
I became aware of drifting away … ...
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