Thanks to Tomisbacknow (reallydude)

**a few years ago**

Adnan was nervous, no, he was absolutely terrified. He was hopelessly lost in the maze of dingy dark underground tunnels as he had for the last half an hour. Where had that beautiful young girl gone? Ever since he followed her into the Forbidden Temple, he had lost track of her.

He could just imagine ‘aunty’ Cauldid laughing at him with her hands on her exceptionally wide hips and her massive breasts wobbling over her big belly. “Typical gutter scum; Completely inadequate; Scum of the Earth” she would spit at him with her small mouth set in disapproval in her broad face with her small dark eyes and wide nose wrinkled in disgust. Adnan shivered with the memory a few days earlier, when she had done exactly that while instructing him to dig the dirt on the new HR manager for the Mumbai region, Nandra Ghandi. The big woman was incensed that the pretty young thing had come from nowhere to take over Raj’s job.

Cauldid trod on his hands with her big shapely meaty calves pressing down in her high heels while looking down scornful as Adnan lay prostrate before her trying not to cry out, knowing that would bring only worse punishment. The grossly well fed superior ruthlessly saw off all those who threatened her position as HR director at Tota. “You are scum of the earth; don’t even think about coming back here unless you have something on her. Now GO!” she screamed hawking a big gob at him as he scrambled out of her luxurious office. In the dark, Adnan hung his head in shame at the memory. It was true; aunty was upper caste while he was the lowest of the lows.

In the dark, things seemed to move and flow towards him. He was sure that he could smell the tang of stale blood of the uncountable that had been slain here. This placed was forbidden for a reason yet the beautiful young woman had no hesitation when she came in her. To stop the fear he thought of Nandra’s face. She was certainly beautiful with her long flowing black hair framing a wide pleasant rounded face. High cheeks sporting a small beauty spot on the left enhanced her moderately sized full lipped mouth which when she smiled made you feel warm and automatically smiled back. A slim perfectly proportioned nose divided her face, quite dainty and elegant. Either side were large appealing eyes with deep brown irises and surrounded by thick black lashes above which black eyebrows sat closely above. The skin below the eyes looked loose and dark giving a sultry sleepy look but her bright eyes showed she was fully alert.

Nandra might be beautiful but she was a tough business woman, steadfastly refusing Cauldid’s requests for her personnel files on the grounds of employee privacy rights, whatever that was. Not that aunty would ever leave her plush office in Goa to set foot in the filthy flea-ridden stinking suburbs as she called them. Cauldid frightened him, always fearing that the obese grandiose middle aged woman would fall upon him as he lay prostrate at her feet and crush his puny skinny body, or that she would suffocate him to death with her massive bust. Actually that was the only good thing about her, that huge wide low hanging thrusting chest with nipples so large that they jutted from her top made Adnan fearful of getting an erection in her presence. She would probably cut it off with a letter opener.

What was that? He thought he heard something behind him, he whirled but there was nothing he could see. Just rats he thought as he turned back. “Aeiii!” he screamed as a glowing face appeared in front of him before realising that it was Nandra standing with a small softly globing orb hung around her neck. How did she sneak up on him so quietly? She had a pout of amusement on her lips which he longed to kiss. “Did I scare you?” she said in a low sultry voice that stirred Adnan’s lingam. “No, of course not” he forced his voice to sound level as he recovered from his fright. “You just caught me by surprise” he admitted. How could anyone be scared of such a slim petite thing? Barely 5 feet 2 inches wearing a sleek black sari with red trim clinging to her shapely contours.

As her mouth stretched into an enchanting wide smile which pushed up her cheeks, Adnan relished the moment of being alone with this beauty. WHAM! “Orrrrgh!” he groaned as her knee buried itself deep in his stomach spilling his breath. He cursed himself for being distracted by her gorgeous smile and tried not to crease up in front of her but failed. She gently placed a long nailed finger on his lips. “Shhhh! You have every right to be scared” her deep soft voice purred.

“Hai! Hai!” BLAM BLAM her hands slashed down on each side of his neck igniting electric shocks of pain throughout his nervous system. He was shocked by how hard her gentle elegant hands looked and then found to his horror that he could not move. “Thinking of taking me alone down here” Nandra’s seductive voice purred. “I don’t think so” she said with a smile which unnerved him. He couldn’t move, he really couldn’t move a muscle, he was completely paralysed. “How?” he gasped, surprised to find his voice still worked. “You should never have entered my temple. It is forbidden” her words chilled him. “Hai!” BLAM the side of her hand flashed out then struck a point in the centre of his chest. He gasped as excruciating pain radiated out from his chest like fire burning through his arteries and along his nerves.

The young beauty raised a knee, pulling back the hem of her sari to reveal a lovely bare thigh which she forced between his legs and began rubbing while staring into his eyes with a disturbingly amused smile. His lingam got hard in no time. “Varma adi recognizes 108 marmas, 12 Padu marmas or death marmas which are instantly fatal and 96 Thodu marmas or touch marmas” her husky soft voice tugged at his groin. Adnan had heard of the Indian martial art but never thought women were allowed to practice it let alone one so young. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her smile wide as her knee worked him to bursting point within seconds. “There are also counter marmas to heal trauma” she added. Her knee withdrew then she gently reached out to a spot behind his ear. “Nnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnn!nnnnnn!” his seed immediately emptied into his pants.

“Hai!” he barely saw the young girl’s hand as two outstretched fingers struck a pressure point in the centre of his chest. She withdrew her fingers but the pain remained growing more acute by the second. “Your heart and vital organs are paralysed and will collapse in less than a minute” she informed him in a chillingly level voice. “Tell me who sent you” she demanded. Adnan could feel his heart failing. She mentioned something about healing. “Argh you-you can stop it yes?” he gasped. “Of course” she replied in a level voice. “Cauldid” he gasped. Nandra smiled then turned to leave, the darkness enveloping him as her body obscured the light of the orb she carried. “Argh! You said you could stop it” he gasped. He really felt unwell now. The young beauty looked back over her shoulder. “Yes I can but I never said that I would. Give my regards to Kali” her cold smile sent shivers down his spine even as his life flowed away.

**now**

It was a big country manor with people going in and out all the time making it easy to get past the gates posing as a delivery man. I then walked inconspicuously as I could through ‘downstairs’ past the maids, admiring the well turned calves and overflowing busts on some of them to find somewhere quiet to hide out in the basement. It wasn’t exactly breaking and entering but it was still trespass. My narrow escape from Kate Eisenberg [JIMP#51], the mature cougar who ran a hotel out Old Windsor way had at given me a lead to her associate Helen. Once more Gerald, a former IT colleague of mine, tracked the mobile number to this address in rural Hertfordshire.

Plugging in my earphones and keeping the volume low, I whiled away the hours listening to music while watching the maids come and go through a crack in the door, praying that they wouldn’t need to open this one. Night time came and I left my hiding place and stealthily snuck up stairs to the ground floor. I cautiously peeked into each room to make sure that I wasn’t walking into another trap. Memories of how I’d been seduced into complacency by sexy mature Kate who then kicked my arse made me determined not to let that happen again. I’d been watching this place for a few days now and knew that the staff didn’t stay at night and the owner disappeared in her expensive looking sports car and didn’t return until the small hours of the morning. Something about the way she sat at the wheel with a headscarf around her brown hair seemed vaguely familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I opened another set of antique wooden double doors and found what looked like the study, a large spacious room with a big writing desk and comfy leather seat at one end and shelves upon shelves of old looking books. Entering and closing the doors behind me, I spotted Indian antiques everywhere. Some looked very ancient and undoubtedly expensive. In one corner in what almost looked like a shrine there was a black ebony figurine of a goddess with two legs and 18 arms. Kali, as I had recently painfully found out from Kate who also had one pride of place. This confirmed that Helen was a member of The Sisterhood although she seemed to worship a different Goddess than Anahita which their origins suggested. I had learnt the hard way that these women were dangerous, secretive and only willing to help when it suited them. That was another reason to avoid a direct confrontation until I knew what I was up against. Strangely at one end of the room there were some bricks arranged in a vertical brace and a thick concrete slab resting on two metal stands and other stuff like that which looked highly out of place. I hate modern art and went over to sit in the big leather chair behind the desk.

The top of the desk was neatly organised and a quick rummage revealed nothing of interest, just day to day stuff to do with the running of the house and estate. Opening the big ornate drawers, I searched for anything that would give me an insight as to her interest in me. Odd but in the lower drawer there was correspondence with the late Councillor Reginald Cole and millionaire arms dealer John Davidson. That had been one of my early successes, exposing a slave smuggling ring and corruption that led to the highest reaches of Government. However that case had been years ago. What was Helen’s connection with that?

Just then the doors swing open and in stumbles a young girl barefooted wearing a white nightdress and rubbing at her bleary eyes while dragging an oversized teddy behind her. I was just as surprised as she was to see her standing there, mentally kicking myself for not suspecting that Helen might have children. Luckily the girl hadn’t burst into a screaming fit but just looked at me astonished to find a stranger in her house. Maybe she was still half-asleep. “It’s alright. It’s just a dream. Go back to bed” I tell her softly. Unfortunately that didn’t work, the young girl just stood there gawping at me playing with her pigtails that reigned in her wild wavy brown hair. A thick bottom lip began to quiver as the reality hit her. What was I going to do with her? Could I pretend to threaten her to sit down and keep quiet or would that cause her to start screaming? Maybe I could tie her up and gag her?

As I walk cautiously towards so as not to spook her, I realise that she is not as young as I first thought. Standing about 5’4, she had a slender although slightly boyish figure beneath her nightdress with a small but definite bust which suggested that she was a teenager. The girl has a very round cheeked face with a rounded chin under a small mouth with full plump lips set into a natural diamond shaped petulant pout which makes her appear younger than she was. This childlike impression was enhanced by a fresh faced youthful complexion and quite large eyes with light brown irises with slim eyebrows arching above between which sat a wide short stubby nose. Her hair is worn very high off her forehead with a centre parting. As I got closer the teddy slipped to the floor as the girl began nervously fumbling with her hair bands until they slip off and her long hair comes free in a cascade of wavy brown hair which falls over her ears to well down her back.

“What’s your name?” I ask hoping to calm her down. The last thing I wanted was a shrieking kid attracting attention. The pigtails had made her look young and I hazarded she was in her mid-teens. “C-Caroline” she replied quietly as she began to shake in fear. “Don’t be frightened I won’t hurt you” I told her soothingly. She was looking down and I thought that she was about to burst into tears. I rested a gentle hand on her shoulder to reassure her. Suddenly her face whipped up looking at me right in the eyes with her mouth set in a knowing smile that pushed up her high cheekbones. “No, but I am going to hurt you” she said in a strong strident voice with a hint of posh and a look of aloof confidence.

BLAM! Before the words had sunk in, my left eye was shut by a fist which just whipped up in a blur. “Ouch!” the unexpected punch bit hard with bruising intensity leaving my eye socket aching and my eye watering. Instantly hands slapped down onto my shoulder and I looked back just in time to see a slim bare leg snap up driving her knee right in my balls. BAM! “Argh!” her small firm knee mashed my nuts painfully against my crotch. BAM! Her palm snapped out smashing into my jaw and pushing my face back causing me to step away. The young girl moved in a rapid series of defensive moves like a well oiled machine.

The round cheeked girl whipped out her other palm towards my face and in alarm I quickly pushed against the front of her shoulder to keep the feisty young thing at a safe distance. With a chilling calculating look, her left arm shot skywards knocking my arm away while her right shot upwards from the side of her slim waist like a bullet towards my head. BLAM! A jaw crushing teeth rattling punch hammered my chin with shocking strength, whipping my head back so hard that I saw explosions of light and patches of black. Jeese this girl could really punch. I had barely thought that when moving confidently and fast, her hand streaked in a low underarm arc from her waist and her palm slapped my aching balls. WHAP! “Ooorghh!” I cried in anguish. Her slender hand closed up painfully tight around my balls. “Orrgh!” I cried trying to prise her hand away but she clung on like a nutcracker. “My mother taught me how to deal with plebs like you” Caroline’s voice was strident and strong and rang of upper class snobbery. “Don’t think all upper class women are rich lazy bitches who need servants to protect them” she added. Her light brown eyes drilled into me with a hard coldness and I knew I wouldn’t overpower her easily. She was the type of girl who would go down punching and kicking to the last.

“Typical chauvinistic male who thinks they can whoa!” she cried out as I slapped my palm into her face and pushed her head back. As she let go of my throbbing nuts, I shoved her away forcefully but she sprang right back with cold hard fury in her face. The hem of her nightdress lifted giving a brief glimpse of long slim athletic looking thigh before it became a flash of skin. BLAM! “Argh!” the top of her foot clubbed the side of my chest. No sooner had it dropped back to her waist than it was already lifting for another kick. Unable to get my mind around this turn of events and, ignoring the sting in my side, I quickly stepped forward and gave her another hard shove. This time standing only on one leg as the other lashed forwards, she was unbalanced and fell to the floor, her foot missing me by less than 3 inches.