Between Tradition and Modernity 13

When she was about to soak one of the scarves lying around, Tiny Tim suddenly stopped her and ordered:

»Before you continue, please, take off your clothes!«

Daisy looked at him with contempt whilst hoping that something would happen: that Blacksmith would show up, or that Sayana would use her powers. But there was no sign of the Lieutenant, and Sayana was still weakened from her double climax.

So, she took off her boots and then lowered her trousers before she opened her jacket. She saw that Tiny Tim was crouching behind Sayana, his right still holding the revolver, but his other hand was at her nape, caressing her. She couldn’t read her eyes: was it sadness, disappointment, or did she still have some remnants of sympathy for the Gurkha?

She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. On an inviting gesture, she lowered her panties and stepped out of them, feeling her cheeks burn, though Tiny Tim had seen her in the nude before. Daisy then stood with her hands on her hips, trying to display defiance.

»Lilly! Please, take off the towel and then put these – lacy little things your friend is holding in your mouth!«

The towel came off, and then, Lilly approached her friend. Daisy grimaced, and Lilly whispered, forcing herself to smile:

»At least, it isn’t a pair of these knickers again!«

She then put the garment into her mouth, sensing that they were smaller than the knickers, but didn’t taste better. She panted through her nose, trying to cope with the gag, when Tiny Tim told Daisy to translate his words to Sayana:

»Tell her that I will never forget her, no matter how long I will live!«

Daisy gulped; then, she did as she was told, and Sayana looked at the Gurkha, believing his words, though she still sensed danger. It didn’t help that his next order was for her to undress completely. And yet, when she felt his eyes on her body, she felt a slight tingle in her loins from her memories of what they had done previously.

The next orders were meant for Daisy and Lilly, though:

»Kneel face to face and embrace each other!«

With both girls being stark naked, this was quite embarrassing, and Lilly had to rest her face on the taller Black’s breasts, whilst her own pressed against Daisy’s ribs. Down below, she could feel the other’s pubic hair brush over her pubic mound.

Now, ordered by Tiny Tim and translated by Daisy, Sayana took some of the ropes lying around and tied their hands behind the other’s back; then, she added more ropes connecting their knees and waists, so they had the choice of either mashing their boobs together, or grinding their pubic mounds. Both knew that they could easily escape that bondage once the man had left, though.

»Now, put your loincloth into Daisy’s mouth! Then, soak two scarves and tie them over their mouths and noses!«

Daisy’s voice sounded hoarse as she translated this order, but the Gurkha could see Sayana pick up her discarded loincloth and ball it up. She whispered something and kissed Daisy’s lips before she shoved the ragged linen into her mouth. Then, she grabbed two scarves and put a copious amount of the narcotic over them before she tied them over the girls’ faces.

»Now, we might enjoy the show!«

Sayana didn’t understand the words, but when Tiny Tim reached out for her hand, she took it, and he made her stand cuddled against him with her back, watching Daisy and Lilly who first squirmed and mewed, panting and thus breathing in more of the drug. They slowly became calmer, their moans getting quieter, and their struggles ceasing. After just one minute, there was just some chortling as they slowly sank to the ground, and then, they had passed away.

All the time, Tiny Tim had cupped Sayana’s left breast, and she hadn’t tried to fight him off. She was not in possession of her powers, but she could have struggled, but she didn’t. Instead, she held still when he tied her wrists and then turned her around, standing so close her nipples touched his chest, and caressed her shoulders.

Again, she didn’t understand his words. Tiny Tim reached for his neck and untied a leather band with an amulet. It was made of carved stone and looked a bit like an eye. He pointed at his eye, then at Sayana, before tying the amulet around her neck. Then, he kissed her, and it didn’t’ take long until she kissed him back.

She looked at him with her nipples hardened and her lips moist when he withdrew. With a sad expression, Tiny Tim shook his head, and she could see a bulge in his pants. He grabbed a rag and soaked it with the remnants of the narcotic before approaching her again. Sayana nodded slightly, and he stepped behind her. She felt his left hand wander over her breasts, down her belly and between her legs, cupping her pubic mound. She moaned, and he clamped the cloth over her mouth and nose, firmly, but not brutally. Sayana smelled the sweet fumes, and for a moment, she stiffened. Then, accepting the inevitable, she relaxed, feeling both the touch of his fingers on her most intimate spots and a blissful languor as the narcotic filled her lungs, sending her to sleep.

***

It was around dawn when Blacksmith reached the entrance of the hidden valley. He had ridden not too fast, and repeatedly, he had looked after the sack tied to the other horse. All inside him rebelled against leaving Lavinia tied up and gagged, and yet, he didn’t dare to free her before he knew what Tiny Tim’s plans were.

On two occasions, he had felt for Lavinia’s pulse and breathing, and each time, his hand had rested on her breast longer than necessary. He could remember the time when he had admired her, knowing that she was out of his reach, at least as long as he hadn’t climbed the ranks. And now, he could touch her whenever he wanted-

Blacksmith shook his head, as if to shake off a bad dream. He had never forced himself upon a girl, not even during one of his rare visits to a whorehouse, but now, he had felt a tingle in his loins when considering to explore the helpless Lavinia’s body.

He thought of Daisy, only to realize that his feelings were somehow torn. The experience with her had been overwhelming, her passion, her blatant way of expressing her desires. However, he now doubted if it was really love.

»I must see if she’s all right! Then, when I have done my duty, I can think about anything else, including the future!«

He slowed down as he reached the gap in the rock, his hand on his revolver, when he saw someone sitting in front of the entrance. It was Tiny Tim – alone. When he saw the Lieutenant, he raised his hand and came to his feet.

»So, all you had to do was sitting on your butt, and you are still late!«

It was a common mockery, as all Gurkhas were devoted infantrymen. Usually, Blacksmith would have thought of a witty remark, but now, he just asked for the whereabouts of the girls. Tiny Tim ignored the question and looked at the packing horse.

»Is this the Colonel’s daughter?«

Blacksmith nodded; then, he repeated his question, getting a little nervous. Was the Gurkha trying to delay a sad message?

»They are – upstairs! When I last saw them, they were all three alive and well – and if you do as I say, it will stay that way!«

The Lieutenant’s face showed an expression of confusion and hatred, and he aimed at Tiny Tim with his revolver.

»What have you done to them?«

The Gurkha remained calm.

»I only tied them up! However, before I came down here, I prepared a trap – a trap you sure will trigger if you are trying to rescue them without my advice!«

Blacksmith thought of shooting the Gurkha’s kneecap, only to prove he meant business, and then to torture the answers out of him. However, he feared that Tiny Tim had considered that, too. Reluctantly, he lowered his gun.

»What do you want?«

»First of all, some information! I see you came alone! So, what happened to Nesrin, have you – lost her?«

An impatient Blacksmith gave him a quick report about what had happened. Tiny Tim smiled and padded his shoulder.

»For someone who isn’t a Gurkha, you are quite a capable soldier! So, the Princess’ men are now combing the hills, trying to find you? Let’s just hope they don’t stumble over the girls. Anyway, since you were successful, I now can do something I was hoping I could do!«

He reached for his backpack, and again, Blacksmith felt the urge to attack him. However, he just watched the Gurkha take out what turned out to be a rocket. He placed the stick in the ground and then, he lit the fuse. When the rocket shot into the morning sky, the Lieutenant stared at Tiny Tim with disbelief.

»Have you just told my prosecutors where we are?«

»I told my employer’s men where I am – and since they are hiding nearby, they should be here before the Princess’ men. Now, get Lavinia inside the cave!«

On the sky, the rocked exploded. Blacksmith saw that Tiny Tim had already withdrawn within the cave, and though he still wondered what game he was playing, he loosened the sack from the saddle and placed Lavinia over his shoulder, also entering the cave.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, his jaw dropped, and he had nearly allowed the bundled girl to land on the ground. Right in front of him stood a naked woman, staring at him with eyes like saucers. Her breasts seemed to point directly at him, and she was covered with a fine film of perspiration.

More and more details reached his eyes: the girl’s arms had vanished from view, indicating that not only her wrists were tied, but also her elbows. A double line of a very tight rope had been tied around her waist, and from it – Blacksmith gulped at the sight of her hairless pubic mound that seemed to be bisected by a crotch rope that looked like the epitome of agonizing.

The lower half of her face was hidden under a cloth tied over her mouth and nose, and it looked as if there was much more gagging material underneath. Around her neck was a noose, fixed to the ceiling, and now, Blacksmith realized she wasn’t standing on the ground.

On the floor, a second naked girl was lying, tied to a tight, hogtied parcel with a number of ropes that Blacksmith was sure half of it would have done a sufficient job, too. She was lying on her back, her gagged face staring at Blacksmith, and the other girl was balancing on her pubic mound, since her toes had been tied to the lying girl’s crotch rope.

Blacksmith got distracted by a smacking sound when Tiny Tim slapped the standing girl’s buttocks. She let out a faint mew and fought to keep her balance.

»May I introduce Ajala, the Princess of Kharabad? She sure would like to bid you welcome, but she has lost a bet to me!«

He brushed over Ajala’s cheek and added:

»She thought I couldn’t get an entire pair of these European knickers into her mouth! Well, I proved her wrong!«

Ajala tried to stare daggers at him, but her eyes were tearful; obviously, her crotch rope was really very tight. Blacksmith shook his head.

»You are a-«

»A man with a strong sense of justice, I hope was what you wanted to say! Maybe, Daisy will tell you what she did to Lilly – then, you will call me lenient!«

As if he wanted to prove that he wasn’t too soft, he playfully plucked on the girl’s crotch rope. Causing her to cringe and whimper. He then pointed at the other woman and introduced her as Ajala’s maid. Laya, who had to chew on a giant pack of used loincloths just grunted at his joke about the Princess treating her servants like doormats.

»Anyway, soon, my – comrades will appear! So, how about what you British call a deal? Please, draw your sabre!«

For a moment, Blacksmith thought that the Gurkha wanted to duel him, but he just made him raise the weapon and swear an oath that he would keep Lavinia in his custody for another 48 hours before returning her to her father.

»In exchange, I have something for you! Or rather, Princess Ajala has – hidden at a very peculiar spot! Once you have found it, you should pass through that door, for you sure don’t want to meet my comrades!«

Blacksmith looked at the trussed up girl who blinked nervously and her cheeks blushed. Then, he let his eyes wander over her, and now, he could see something small and white protrude from under her crotch rope.

He tried to be gentle, but he could feel how the girl suffered from both pain and humiliation as he tried to get the rolled piece of parchment from inside her. Finally, he could open it, and he saw a drawing of a labyrinth, with a red line showing the right way.

»Tell Sayana I will miss her for the rest of my life! But now, you better go! I have heard the sound of hooves! Ayo Gorkhali!«

Still a bit puzzled, and with Lavinia over his shoulder, Blacksmith stepped into the corridor, only now noticing the door that had been ripped from its hinges. He then heard voices from behind, and he looked at the plan of the maze. Then, he carefully placed Lavinia on the floor and drew his revolver. Of course, he wanted to free Daisy and the others, but he also had his duty as an Officer, and he wanted to know what Tiny Tim’s plan was.

***

Tiny Tim had lied to Blacksmith: there was no trap, and, compared to what he had done to the girls on earlier occasions, Daisy, Lilly and Sayana were tied up almost comfortable, though none of them would have agreed to that.

Lilly was once again tied with her hands behind one of the columns, though this time, her wrists were tied with a scarf over which Tiny Tim had tied a wet leather strap that had now dried and was unable for her to remove without a knife. She was gagged with some linen cloth that tasted slightly bitter; Lilly guessed that she was chewing on Sayana’s loincloth, held in her mouth by a knotted scarf that had also been secured by a leather strap. Lilly was also blindfolded, and so, she could only feel the other details of her bondage.

She was sitting on the sand, and she still was stark naked, though she could feel the knotty scarf tied around her waist and through her crotch. It wasn’t as tight as she had experienced it before, but it was there, feeling very irritating on every move. Her feet were tied and lifted up into the air, just a few inches, and when she pulled on these ropes, she could feel that they were tied to something that slightly moved.

In fact, these ropes went over two different beams, and one ended at the upper end of another column where it was tied to a rope ring that moved whenever Lilly did. From this ring dangled some feathers, making it look like a dreamcatcher, and below it, Daisy was tied to the column.

She also had her wrists tied, similar to the way Lilly’s were, though in her case, they were also tied to her crotch scarf. Daisy was gagged with Laya’s loincloth, a knotted scarf and a leather strap, but she wasn’t blindfolded, allowing her to see the perfidy of her arrangement.

She was lying on her back, and she had been pulled close to the column so her stretched legs could be tied to it, so her legs pointed upwards and she could hardly move them. All she could do was writhe her upper body – something she did permanently, as the feathers dangling from the dreamcatcher touched her bare soles, tickling her whenever they brushed over her sensitive skin. Daisy mewed, spluttered and wheezed, but with her big toes tied, all she could do was to slightly wriggle her feet, but never escape the feathers.

Sayana was lying on her back, her limbs tied to the four posts of the divan. Chewing on Daisy’s panties, she was also gagged with a scarf and strap, and she also sported a knotted crotch scarf. The rope tied to Lilly’s other foot was fixed to it, so there was always some pressure and irritation for her.

When she had regained her consciousness, Sayana had realized Tiny Tim had gone, and despite what he had done to her and the others, it had made her feel sad. Though she couldn’t see it, she sensed the touch of the amulet he had tied around her neck, and though she tried to work on her bonds, there was always the picture of the Gurkha in front of her inner eye.

»I wonder why he hasn’t blindfolded me!«, she thought, looking at Lilly’s predicament. Tiny Tim knew that her powers were limited if she couldn’t see.

»Does he want me to get free? Or does he think I am still weakened by what he did to me?«

The combination of that memory and the constant teasing from her crotch rope sent a shiver through her loins, and Sayana wriggled her hips, realizing that she could increase the teasing if she wanted. She heard Daisy pant and squeal, and she decided that she could do so – just to regain her powers and end her friend’s plight!

***

About a dozen men had arrived at the entrance, but when Tiny Tim appeared, only one of them dismounted and approached him. He was wearing European clothes, though he was an Indian, and he was about to shake the Gurkha’s hand before he remembered where he was and just slightly bowed. Tiny Tim repeated the gesture.

»Apu Sahib! Or do you prefer being called ›Sir‹?«

The young Indian shrugged.

»Indeed, I got used to being called ›Sir‹, but now that I am back in Kharabad, I should stick to my Princely title!«

Apu had been sent to England, where he had attended the venerable University of Oxford. During his first year, he had been busy to get accustomed to English weather, food and customs, but then, he had more and more respected the people that had conquered his country, though he wasn’t blind towards the cruelties they had inflicted.

However, he had learned from the Mutiny, and from his research on others who had tried to fight the British. In the end, he had come to the conclusion that Kharabad could only survive – and prosper – on the basis of cooperation.

His loyal friends had sent him letters about the old Nawab refusing to modernize the land, and also of his cousin Ajala’s plans to overthrow him, only to start a new rebellion. So, four months ago, Apu had made a decision and visited an acquaintance working for the British Foreign Office.

His plan had been simple: he would wait for Ajala to get rid of the Nawab (as he had heard, her plan didn’t include hurting the old man), only to then take the throne by himself. He was just the old Nawab’s nephew, but his sons were away, and he could rely on the help of the British Secret Service in India who had introduced him to Tiny Tim.

»So, you managed to get her?«, he asked, lowering his voice, and the Gurkha led him inside. Though he had trained his »stiff upper lip« during his English years, Apu gasped when he saw the naked, bound and gagged girl staring at him with horror. For some two minutes, he just looked at her, inspecting every inch of her body. Then, he cleared his throat and grinned, though the look in his eyes made it look rather creepy.

»Well then, dear Cousin! What do you think I will do to you, so you can’t endanger the position I want to attend?«

His index finger brushed over Ajala’s neck and then wandered down, encircling one of her nipples. The girl’s chest heaved, and she mewed through her massive gag. Apu slowly brushed down her belly and, after poking her belly button, he hooked his finger into her crotch rope.

»Don’t worry, I am not intending to kill you, or your maid! For her, not very much will change. The only difference is that she will be one of my servants now!«

Laya grunted, since there wasn’t much else she could do. Apu continued:

»Speaking of servants, that will also be your fate! Will you be an obedient girl, after I spared your life, Ajala?«

He slightly yanked on her crotch rope, and though the girl cringed and mewed, she managed to defiantly shake her head. Apu withdrew his hand and shrugged.

»I will ask her again – tomorrow! I think she will show more obedience if it will make me allow her to relieve herself!«

Ajala’s muffled scream was drowned by his laughter, and in his cover, Blacksmith felt pity for the Princess, though, according to Tiny Tim, she had mistreated Daisy and the others. He would have liked to hear more about the conspiracy, but as he waited, all he could hear was the laughter and lewd comments of the men carrying the damsels outside. Then, there was silence, and as he looked, everyone had gone, including Tiny Tim. Blacksmith cursed when he saw they had also taken his horses, meaning he would have to walk back to Bombay.

»At least, it allows me to free Lavinia as soon as I have freed the others, since it will take us two days to get there on foot!«

***

Sayana had closed her eyes, and her hands had grabbed her arm ties. She was moving her pelvis up and down, to intensify the teasing by the knotty scarf. In front of her eyes, different pictures appeared: Tiny Tim, of course, how he had kissed her and then put the amulet around her neck; Daisy and Blacksmith, whose love would only increase the turbulences in the flow of time; Nesrin and Marguerite who brought the same problem; and, last but not least, the question where she would end up once she had brought everyone back to the time they belonged.

Again, there were impressions of Tiny Tim, and Sayana felt the tingle in her loins increase. She mumbled through her gag, and she writhed and squirmed, and then, the bed suddenly started to feel like a raft dancing on the waves.

»Mhhmmm?«

Again, there were these pictures, coming faster and faster: Tiny Tim, Daisy, Nesrin, Tiny Tim, Lilly, Tiny Tim, Marguerite-

She pulled on her bonds and screamed through her gag as she felt as if her body was hovering. Hovering and spinning. Then, there were purple clouds, and Sayana could no longer control her powers that had unleashed.

***

Blacksmith had made it through the maze, and since Tiny Tim had left the board in place, the ravine was also no obstacle. Now, as he entered the lovely valley basin, he saw the pavilion – and then, there were purple clouds. He ducked behind a rock, the trussed up Lavinia sinking to the ground. Then, he wanted to yell Daisy’s name, but the word died in his throat as he watched the clouds form what looked like a purple tornado that went up into the sky before disappearing.

»What the-«

There had been no sound, but he approached as if there had been a giant explosion. Blacksmith expected to see debris, corpses (Daisy’s corpse!), but the pavilion looked as if nothing had happened. He stumbled closer, and now, he could see that there was nothing – and no one, except for him and Lavinia.

A few times, he yelled the names of Daisy and Sayana; then, he searched the valley, but they had vanished. Blacksmith couldn’t believe that Tiny Tim had lied and killed them, or that the purple tornado had been the promised trap. Now, the words of Sayana’s magic came back to his memory, and he looked at the sky with disbelief.

»If I will tell that to anyone, they will send me back to England – to Bedlam!«

Blacksmith staggered back to where he had left the girl. His hands trembled when he tried to use his knife on the knots, and so, he slowly unwrapped her with his hands. Lavinia writhed slightly, indicating she was still alive and even awake.

For some twelve hours, Lavinia had now been cocooned inside the two Sarees. Tied up so she could hardly move a muscle, gagged to the point of suffocation, blindfolded and with her ears stuffed, she had lost all sense of time and place. She had experienced levels of pain she hadn’t even known existed, starting by the pulling on her scalp and ending by the tight strap binding her big toes, and culminating at the excruciatingly tight crotch rope, and then, her aching body and her horrified, helpless mind had search for an escape.

Said escape hadn’t come in the form of freedom, not even some lenience, but from the vibrating balls inside her pussy and anus. First, she had ignored the slight vibrations, as she had been occupied with fear and pain, but now, it seemed that the tingles seemed to grow, sending blissful strays through her body, replacing the horrors of her predicament with something pleasant.

And so, Lavinia had fallen into a very pleasant Abyss, not noticing that she was slowly unpacked and freed by Blacksmith who more and more lost his shyness towards her nudity and even admired her beauty as he undid the knots one by one. Like her, he was also welcoming some distraction, and the naked Lavinia was better than nothing.

In fact, it was much better, for the girl not only was gorgeous, she also seemed to enjoy his touches, as her writhing and faint moaning didn’t sound as if she was suffering. There was a fragrance, and it took him some time until he remembered when he had last smelled a very similar scent: when he and Daisy had been together. Could it be-

Blacksmith had regained enough of his self-control to use his knife, and so, he could free her quicker. Finally, he had removed everything but the crotch rope he still didn’t dare to touch, and he was now working on her head bondage, removing the outer layers of her gag and the blindfold. Lavinia blinked, but then, she closed her eyes again as she groaned and weakly reared up.

He carefully pulled the sodden knickers from her mouth, dismayed by the mass of silk that stuffed the poor girl’s mouth. Lavinia panted and drooled over his hand, and he kissed her lips. When he felt her respond, he continued, and he somehow managed to cut her crotch rope without looking, and he didn’t scratch her skin.

When his hand cupped her pubic mound, Lavinia sighed and shuddered, and he frowned whilst still kissing her as he pulled the balls from inside her. Then, as his fingers explored the hot moisture there, and Lavinia tried to put her arm around him, he thought that maybe, the two days in this hidden valley would be the continuation of his surreal dream.

He started taking off his clothes, and Lavinia opened her eyes.

»Johnny!«, she breathed and smiled.

***

Blindfolded, Lilly hadn’t seen the tornado and only felt getting spun around. She had screamed through her gag and tried to flail, but then, there had been another whirl, and then, she had suddenly landed on the floor again.

»Mph!«

It took her some time to realize she wasn’t hurt. Her underlay was soft, but a bit spiky, and when she moved around, she knew it was hay. Then, she noticed that though she was still gagged and blindfolded and her wrists were still tied, the ropes around her ankles had come loose, and she was no longer tied to the column.

Quickly, she brought her hands to the front and ripped away her blindfold. Lilly blinked as she saw darkness. Not complete darkness, but not the clear morning sky she would have expected.

»Uuuhmm! Mmhhmmph!«

She looked to her left and saw Daisy, entangled in the hay and obviously still gagged and bound. There was another body of a black woman, most likely Sayana, and she was slightly squirming.

»Wha-what has happened?«

It took Lilly a moment to understand that the question had not come from inside her head. She saw something crawl through the hay heap, and then, Nesrin appeared, clad only in her striped panties. She was holding the hand of Marguerite that was completely naked and looked as puzzled as her.

»Lilly?«

»Mmhhmmm!«

A few minutes later, all five girls were free from their ties and gags, stark naked except for Nesrin’s panties. They hugged each other, but then, they had to face the obvious question: what had happened, and where had they landed?

It looked as if they were at the upper floor of some barn, where the hay was stored. Now, despite the hay around them, they could feel that the air was quite chilly, and they cuddled closer toe ach other. Sayana, still exhausted from the outburst of her powers, could only tell them that she had obviously sent them through space, and maybe time. For some reason, not only had she taken Daisy and Lilly with her, but also Marguerite and Nesrin who had been some three miles away – and about to encounter more than just kissing when they had been interrupted by a supernatural tornado.

»Well, whatever happened, we must find out where we are – and when!«

Lilly took all her courage and worked her way through the hay until she had reached a ladder leading downwards. There, she saw something that made her shiver: it was a motorcycle, indicating that they had at least reached the 20th century. It was a big machine with a side wagon, and the license plate was over the front wheel.

From her position, Lilly couldn’t read the sign, and so, though she was still naked, she climbed down the ladder and carefully approached the machine. Now, she could feel that the air wasn’t just chilly, but indeed cold. She shivered as she stepped closer.

The license plate was a combination of letters and numbers, starting with »WH«, and so, she peeked into the side wagon. It contained a box, and when she bent over it, she could see it sported an eagle. This eagle looked to the right, and when she looked closer, she could see what he held in his talons: a circle, and in it, a swastika.

»Have you found something that tells us where we are?«

»Or at least some clothes, or blankets, I am freezing!«

Lilly didn’t answer, she just stared at the box. Then, she slowly turned towards the other end of the ladder and croaked:

»I-I have indeed found something! However, I am afraid that we haven’t improved our situation in the slightest!«

To be continued…