Dans le Murs Part 11

“Welcome sir.” she said musically, “I drive you to the hospital and then to your hotel.” I nodded and collected my overnight bag waving away the three or four attendants who tried to grab it. We walked to a dusty Mitsubishi saloon, with air-conditioning I was grateful to find, and drove through native Indian traffic along a potholed road.
“You are man who escaped pirates, yes?” Rekha enquired.
“Ummm, yes I am.” my mind wandered.
“You come to see woman who was hurt?” An inquisitive lady; perhaps I should be careful.
“Yes.” I replied again, “We were on business when we were attacked; she was lucky to survive.”
“But you not stay with her?” I did not care for this line of questioning and decided that it would have to stop.
“No, I had to go to Delhi to make a statement to the security service, something about military security. I cannot say more.” That killed it.

We swung right to face a long, low, whitewashed building inside a perimeter fence. At the gate a guard stopped us and Rekha spoke tersely. Of course, it was the military hospital and I guessed Rekha was military personnel or connected in some way. A half-hearted salute and we drove off, parking near a small outbuilding. Exiting into the heat we walked into the building to be greeted by cooling breezes from large ceiling fans. Rekha led me down a bright corridor to a light wooden door and indicated I should enter. 

“I will wait in the entrance.” she smiled for the first time, “I think they allow thirty minutes.”
“Thank you.” I smiled in reply and opened the door. I could see a single bed in the simply appointed room with a large fan turning sluggishly overhead. On the bed lay a still form. I crossed silently and saw Nahdya curled up under a single white sheet. She looked better than the last time I had seen her but her face was still a little drawn and she was connected to a monitor which bleeped softly. I stopped and just looked at her lovingly, torn between disturbing her and just looking. I must have made a small noise because she stirred and turned slowly in my direction. Her eyes opened sleepily and so slowly as she focussed on me. Abruptly they flicked wide, her mouth crinkled into a smile. “Colin, oh Colin.” her voice was still a little thin, “Is it really you? I asked to see you but they told me it was not possible.”
“I am so sorry Nahdya.” I moved to her and stroked her hair, “I was arrested and taken to Delhi then accused of spying; it took a while for our Grand Master to get things sorted. I have flown down from Delhi just to see you. You look a lot better than when I saw you last.”
“Yes, thanks to you.” she purred, “It still hurts quite a lot when I move but I feel much better now you here. Look.” She opened her gown to reveal a line of stitches under her left breast. The flesh looked angry and I could see a deeper mark where, I assumed, the round had entered. However the breasts were still as delightful as ever.
“You are as beautiful as ever Nahdya.” I bent and kissed her, “I am just devastated that you had to go through this and nearly died.”
“They say to me that you save me.” she smiled, showing her even teeth, “If you not get hurt too then I would be dead. Is that true Colin?”
I lifted my cotton shirt to reveal the bruising and scarring on my side. “Went through here, came out here before it hit you.” I pointed to the entry and exit scars, “I understand it slowed it just enough.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I owe you my life.” her voice was soft and broken, “I can never repay.”

“You owe me nothing you silly cow!” I grinned broadly at her and stroked her black hair tenderly, “Except perhaps, to promise to make that baby I just happened to mention.”
Tears ran down her cheek. “Oh my lover,” she sobbed, “that is something that can never be. I can never have baby because of bad fever when I was a small girl. I am sorry, so sorry.”
I wiped her tears gently. “Oh well,” I said with reluctance followed by a small chuckle, “it seems that we will just have to enjoy ourselves trying.”
“I will be honoured to be your partner.” she whispered, “Indeed I only wish I could please my man now.”
“I think we could arrange something Nahdya.” I said seductively, “If you would just open your gown a little I think I can give you a little ‘skin cream’ – with your help and agreement of course.”
She giggled as she opened her pale grey gown, completely allowing her delicious breasts to my view. Looking around to ensure no prying eyes I hastily hauled down the zip on my shorts and eased my half-hard, aching penis so that she could see.
“Oh Colin,” she cooed, “it is so magnificent, I wish I could help.”

“I will ‘help’ myself Nahdya.” I began to masturbate the plump head as I pointed it to the young woman, “Just relax and enjoy my love on your beautiful body; it will take but a short time.”
She smiled and squeezed her pert breasts unevenly because of her bandaged left hand. The beautiful mounds thrust upwards and the nipples hardened as I became damp, then wet until the pre-cum dripped onto her. She smiled in anticipation as the knob became a deep purple, filling with hot blood ready for the final pleasure. She saw my hand hesitate as the feeling tormented the tip and miniature bubbles of white liquid appeared before streaming over the burning skin. She squeezed hard as I gasped and stilled my hand on the trembling penis. Thick semen drooled from the open mouth and dropped erotically onto her smooth left breast before a sudden spurt danced through the air laying a glittering streamer across both dusky nipples. It was followed almost immediately by another that slipped lazily into the dark cleavage.

“Ohhhhhh Colin!” she exclaimed, her limpid eyes moistening, “Ohhhh Colin, I can feel your warmth over me. Oooh, that was a lot! Oh darling, I love you so much.”
“Steady on Nahdya.” my voice chuckled, “We have to be a bit careful about what we say or we might just be tempted to carry out Mrs. T’s devilish plan. There, now how are you going to explain that little mess to the nurse?”

She looked down at her shiny breasts. “Birds?” she giggled then winced a little as she moved. I bent and kissed her full lips then nibbled each nipple in turn to taste the sharpness of my semen. “I think perhaps we should at least remove most of the evidence.” I crumpled a tissue and began to collect the glistening streamers on her smooth skin, “Otherwise someone might get the wrong idea.”
“No wrong idea Colin.” she took the tissue and finished the job, “I love you, have sex how we can. It is good.”
“It is very good Nahdya.” I took her hand, “I have to return to Delhi soon; we are guests at the cult temple and we will find a way of sorting this foul up out when you are fit.”
“They say one week and I can join you.” she smiled, “Not too much work but I can help.”
“I will arrange it through the Grand Master.” I stood up after kissing her full lips, “You will like him; now I must go or my keeper will be coming to find me and I would prefer her not to see you looking like that. She might think we have been a little naughty.”
Nahdya smiled benignly as she drew her gown around the dusky breasts. “In a week my love,” she said softly, “we will be a team again.” She looked radiant as I turned and quietly closed the door behind me. Rekha was waiting and fell in beside me.

“Your woman is good?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes, she is doing very well. She will be joining me in a week or so; do you arrange that or is that done in Delhi?”
“My orders come from Delhi.” she replied curtly, “But I will be ready.” I shrugged and made agreeing noises. We climbed into the Mitsubishi and trundled back to a hotel that had seen better days but, I was assured, was as good as any available. I settled in, the air-conditioning was noisy but helped with the searing heat and humidity. I showered in tepid water then changed into a lightweight suit for dinner. In the tiny dining room I was met by a servile maitre’d who guided me to a table set for three. I sat, ordered a lime soda and pondered who was destined to fill the other seats. As I trickled salt into the sparkling drink the maitre returned with Rekha and an Indian man in his thirties. I greeted them and we all sat. Rekha introduced the man as Amitav, a Rajistani businessman, educated in the UK, turned entrepreneur, whom I suspected of having personal agenda. I became guarded, not sure if Rekha was operating with the authority of Delhi or on her own. We talked very generally about Asia until our food arrived then the conversation moved to a more personal level.

“Mister Colin,” Amitav began as he scooped his Aloo Chat, “Rekha is telling me that you have problem and maybe looking for retribution?”
Big words; I was proud that I did not react in any way. “I am not sure what Rekha has told you,” I shrugged, “but I think she may be somewhat misinformed. I am here simply to visit a young woman and very good friend who was injured by pirates as we were sailing. Please elaborate on what you mean by ‘retribution’ please.”

His eyebrows flicked up. “You play games with me sir.” he said curtly, “You are seeking to punish those who hurt your woman are you not?”
I smiled as genuinely as I could. “Mister Amitav,” I said softly, “I think you have mistaken me for another and Rekha has not helped. I will not be offended as I am sure it is a genuine mistake. Perhaps you would care to eat with me but change the subject?”
“No, it is not mistake!” his voiced raised slightly, “My information comes from an unimpeachable source. I think we can help each other. I have resources to help you, in return you help me”
“I fear we all make mistakes.” I stood up, “I am leaving; we have nothing more to discuss. Come Rekha; good evening sir.”
He looked a little concerned, seemingly wondering if he had indeed made an error. He held up his hand and appeared to be considering something. “Um, I am told to say that I speak with the blessing of the Greatorix Corporation of Bruxelles, if that means something to you.” he said quietly and cautiously.
I stopped instantly, smiled and returned to my chair. “I can check this of course.” I said, “You will give me a few moments please?”
I pulled my state of the art Ericsson flip-phone from my pocket and switched it on. Moving to a quiet area I dialled a very private international number and checked, successfully with Habib, the credentials of Amitav. Satisfied I returned to my place after erasing the number from the recall memory.
“You will pardon me for being careful Amitav.” I said, “But you understand that my employers and their work must maintain absolute security.”
“You will leave us please Rekha.” he ordered, “I will send for you when I require you.”
She looked angrily at him but obeyed.

“Naturally you must be extremely careful.” he continued after she had disappeared, “I would have been very concerned if you had not. Now, to business. You have made it clear that you wish to conclude your business in Bangkok successfully and bring reprisals against Mrs T for your treatment and hurt if possible. I wish to have influence in the city that requires Mrs T to be neutralised. If I were in control then I am sure we could work together. I have the finance and ‘muscle’ as you would put it, while you have the organisation for business I believe. Your company has authorised you to approve or deny me.”
“I know.” I said, feeling the pressure, “This is really big for me; I need time to think. So far my dealings have been with one second-rate pornographer and a sadistic maniac! Not a good record you will agree.”
“I think you will find my organisation a little more professional.” Amitav beamed, “I need from you everything you can recall about Mrs T. In the meantime we must act fast; she is damaged and if we hit her soon her empire will fall. I can be ready in two weeks.”
“Two weeks? Yes, Nahdya will be mobile then. Would you summarise your plan?”
“Simple.” he began, “I will be placing my people in and around Bangkok from now. I want you and your woman to return. When Mrs T moves, we take her.”
“Oh wonderful!” I shouted, “Two patsies up for target practice! Come on, is that the best you can do?”
He nodded. “Actually it is.” he said sagely, “Mrs T is always very careful and rarely if ever reacts openly. You hurt her personally and she wants revenge. I believe she will expose herself irrationally to get to you. We need her to make mistakes. We can protect you both but without you I cannot succeed which is why I have not tried before. I need Mrs T to be mad and you do that.”
“Where have I heard the ‘we can protect you’ bit before?” I said cynically, “Jeezus, this is straight out of Hollywood except for the real bullets. I will have to ask Nahdya; if she says ‘yes’ then okay, after all she nearly died last time around. I’m not sure she will fancy being set up for target practice again.”

“And you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I have had a pretty good life for the last few months, if I go now then I have no regrets. I would like to continue but if fate decides that I go then so be it. But surely Mrs T would suspect; after all she must know that we would not simply return after what we did?”
He nodded again. “When I say return I don’t mean simply fly in, I mean legally of course but making sure that it appears you have slipped in. Not too easily of course. You will enter via Cambodia and make your base near Fem Lok not Bangkok Centre, under assumed names. My people have already procured a suitable apartment for you. It is being made secure as we speak.”
“You were very sure of me.” I said.
“After what I have been told of your escape I was very sure.” he replied. He sent for Rekha as we had concluded the secure part of the business.
I turned to Rekha immediately she sat down. “Can I visit Nahdya tomorrow morning before I return to Delhi? I need her approval for a change of plan.”
“I will arrange it sir.” she rose immediately from her chair and left. Somehow I got the idea that she and Amitav were in cahoots and there was a military involvement. Still, that sort of firepower was going to be required if Mrs T was to be overthrown. After she had left Amitav drew close. “You will be my guest tonight at my bungalow?” he asked, “Much more comfortable than this hotel and much more entertaining.”
“How can I refuse?” I said cheerfully, “I will pack my things and be with you in ten minutes. What about Rekha?”
“She is aware of my offer and will find you there.” he said.
What could I say; he had it all organised. I left him to clear the bill and returned some twelve minutes later with my overnight bag.

“Come, come.” he waved me towards the door and into yet another Mercedes. We drove through lemon groves, through a pair of substantial wrought iron gates set in a fence to a large bungalow set among Banyan trees. I followed him into the cool interior where a young boy showed me to a guest room. After yet another shower I was taken to a large, comfortable room where Amitav and four other young men were seated. He rose to greet me and introduced me to his friends who, I assumed, were some of his ‘muscle’ as he put it. No names were offered. For the next hour we discussed Mrs T, Bangkok and armament. Rekha put in a brief appearance to confirm my visit to Nahdya the next morning before returning to Delhi. At about ten pm Amitav held up his hand and announced that formal business should end and the ‘entertainment’ was to commence. I had no idea what form this entertainment would take but I soon found out. Ten small, young-looking and very attractive indian girls dressed in beautiful saris glided in and almost flowed around in front of us. I guessed that they were all mid to late teens from their smooth, light coffee complexions and slim build. The dance was a mixture of the traditional plus the modern and was quite erotic with the occasional emphasis on the small breasts of the girls. As they circled the room they were joined by four young men, almost boys, who were equally supple in their movements. This was not normal Indian dance I reasoned; a thought confirmed when a girl in a stunning orange sari allowed the garment to slip to the floor and reveal her completely naked. She was ravishingly beautiful with small, firm breasts, hard brown nipples, a flat stomach and shaved pubis. Her vulva was full without being plump with a dark groove hiding her deeper sexual secrets. Swirling closer she teased the circle of men, pressing the young breasts and parting the slit of her vulva. We could see the glistening pink flesh of her intimate sex and I doubt if any of the men present did not react. I certainly did! None of the men moved to touch her and I assumed that this was what was to be accepted. She then turned to one of the young male performers and disported herself to him. After a while she pulled at his gown and it dropped to the floor and he too was naked. He was indeed young but, despite his years, he had the most massive penis I had ever seen. From belly to circumcised tip it must have measured some thirty centimetres and stood proud from a bush of black hair. He stood erect while the girl danced around him, occasionally brushing the massive cock and finally stroking it with both hands. She knelt before him and teased the substantial organ before placing her lips around the obese knob. By stretching her lips wide she was just able to take a few centimetres into her mouth.