Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 11:03:51 EDT
From: Simon Izer
Subject: The Bracelets of Kali Chapter 6 - narindar Singh at 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.

 I am pleased to say that many of these young wives, and not always the young
ones, found that the climate in India changed their libido to such an extent
that they willingly gave their charms to all comers, in more ways than one.
In fact yonis were ever ready to accept the Lingums of these two reprobates.
These women from the high social scale of England, would alas, fuck anyone,
as long as they were officers, of course.

However, I digress, Fortescue-Harris and Crawford found this ruined temple
and they were much intrigued by the erotic, if not to say, pornographic,
carvings that covered the walls. Obviously this had to be investigated;
leaving the troop under the command of the Jemadar, (an Indian carvings
delighted them absolutely and they decided to have the troop prepare tiffin
(lunch) whilst they searched the ruins to see if there was anything they
could carry off.
lieutenant), the pair entered the temple. More paintings and
As it happened, as Crawford was poking at a wall with his sword, to make
certain that there were no cobras around, a section collapsed. A small hole
was uncovered and in the hole reposed an iron chest.

The lock was rusted but Crawford overcame that small problem with one shot
from his pistol. The shot brought native troops at the run but the major sent
them back, telling the troopers that Lt Crawford had just shot a snake.

Not actually seeing the snake the Jemadar was not convinced, but was not
going to argue with the major. However he told the Havildar (Indian sergeant)
to stay with the men, he did not trust the English Officers.

He was just in time to see the two remove a casket from the iron chest and
inside he could plainly see that there were four bangles or bracelets.

Knowing the temple they were in and being aware of the story of the lost
bracelets of Kali, as he was Hindu, he decided to say nothing until the time
was right.

On the troops return to the base fort the Jemadar made his way to meet with
his friend; Jarindar Singh. Over a glass of tea he told Jarindar Singh what
had taken place at the ruined temple and Singh told him that the proper
Indian authorities should be informed. The only man who could do this was
Jemadar Niaz himself.

Within days, Crawford was promoted and posted, to return to England, taking
two of the bracelets with him.

By terrible coincidence Niaz was shot and killed on the very next patrol,
which left just Jarindar Singh who knew of the theft.......

On a Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, when most of the officers, their
wives and the local British garrison were attending a cricket match Jarindar
Singh was summoned to see Mrs Delphine Fortescue-Harris.

He was shown into the Harris's bungalow. All the screens were down and the
drawing room was in deep shadow.

In one corner of the room stood a dressing screen and Singh could just make
out to white arms stretching into the little light from a window only half
covered. Each arm was wearing a bracelet

"Are they not beautiful Jarindar Singh?" asked a disembodied voice. "My
husband gave them to me and my goodness I now have the most delightful
feeling all over my body. Come here, come and see."

The screen was pushed to one side, Mrs Fortescue-Harris, although 40 years of
age, was a magnificent woman and she stood in the subdued light absolutely
naked except for the bracelets.

"Does not your Lingum react to such a sight?" Jarindar, "Would you like to
fuck me, take off that tunic, I want to see your prick, I bet it is large, I
want you to fuck me, I really need to be fucked."

She lay down on the rug and spread her legs. Who could resist?

It was over very quickly, she almost orgasmed as he entered her but that was
only a preliminary. She wanted more, he wanted more ... suddenly he felt his
arse pricked, it was a sword point.........

"You bastard, you evil black bastard, fuck my wife would you, shove your
heathen prick up her cunt would you against her will. My poor ravaged wife.
You will pay for this but first I shall have sport. Delphine, summon this
bastards wife. I am going to fuck her and you are going to fuck her, he can
watch - he will watch, tied to that pillar, lets see if his prick gets hard
when my cock enters his wife's cunt. Delphine I know you like women too so
you can have fun with her then we will cut of his balls and then his prick
before I chop off his head..........


. to be continued