Thriller A Tale of One City (Completed)

[Arunima Roy Chowdhury]

Chapter 2

Part 3

"Ok, kid, I am trying to close my eyes and dream of paradise, while you go ahead and dig that device out of my pussy."

But that was easier said than done. After struggling for quite some time, mother and son were too exhausted and needed another break. Deepa lit another cigarette and exhaled deeply.

"Ma, this looks rather difficult."

"Yes, kid. I am actually feeling quite sore down there. Now I know what the ladies of the street feel when they have had a customer too many in a single night."

"I have had my hand inside you till almost my wrists and yet the bloody bugger evades us. It is no wonder that that cavity search did not reveal the booty."

"But what will I go and tell Pandey-ji? That your wonderful device is lost in my body?"

"Tell you what, let us change position. Can you squat and try to bear down ... like you do when you try to shit?"

"Good idea. I almost forgot that that is what you do during childbirth, but then it has been ages that I have given birth to you." Deepa had a tired smile.

"Great. Why don't you try that right away, while I try to stick my hand in and see if I can locate the bugger."

Deepa stubbed out the cigarette and squatted on the floor. Once again, her son's hand was buried inside her cunt and she pressed down with all her might. She could feel her anus getting clenched with the pressure and she groaned.

"Aah, Aah ..." she pressed down, and then "Hey, I thought, I felt something move."

"So did I," exulted Rudra. "I felt something hard inside. Push, push ..." he encouraged his mother.

"I am trying, I am trying," screamed Deepa, "Is it coming out?"

"I can feel something hard in there but I cannot get a grip on it. It is slipping out of my grip."

"It must be slippery, coated with all my juices."

"What exactly is it? Can you tell me."

"It is a steel cylinder. Tapered at one end, like a bullet. I put it in with the pointed end facing inside."

"Steel." Rudra muttered to himself. "Wish we would have a powerful magnet to suck it out."

Mother and son struggled for some more time but again it was proving to be too painful for Deepa and too pointless for her son. Once again Rudra pulled his hand out of his mother's pussy and Deepa collapsed on her back on the floor. The strain of having a fist being thrust into her vagina had started to show but she was still trying to keep up a brave face. Rudra felt sorry for her mother. It was proving to be a tough day for her. He was thinking furiously to come out with a way to help her and the germ of an idea was forming in his head.

"Ma, do you still have that vaginal applicator that you had once used to push a tablet into your body?"

"You mean last year, when I had that terrible itch in my pussy, from that infection?"

"Yes, do you still have that stick like stuff that you had asked me shove into your hole?"

"I do. But how will that help? That was for pushing stuff in, not pulling stuff out."

"I think I have a way to make it work. Tell me where it is."

"Let me get it for you." Deepa tried to get up but her body was too tired and she fell back.

"Don't worry, Ma, I will get it."

Rudra scooped the naked figure of his mother off the floor and carried her in his arms to the bedroom. After gently putting her in the bed, he draped a clean sheet over her helpless nudity and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

"You have had a tough day, Ma, take rest. I have a plan to sort it out by the morning." Then he switched off the light and went back to his desk.

But they did not have to wait till morning because he was back by midnight, all excited with a little contraption that he had made by himself. "Ma, wake up, wake up ... see what have I got." He shook her awake.

Deepa sat up drowsily and the sheet slipped off, leaving her once again with her breasts exposed. But Rudra had no time for such a lovely view. Instead he held up the vaginal applicator but Deepa could see that he had modified it extensively.

"What have you done to that?"

"Look, the bullet of yours is made of steel and so we can pull it out with magnet!"

"Wow, what an idea Sir-Ji"

"I have taken a bolt and filed its head so that it does not have any sharp edges. Then I have wrapped a lot of copper wire around it and taped it down. Next, I have stuck it in the head of the applicator, where you normally place a tablet and have wedged it tightly in the slot. Now if I connect this wire to an electric point, that nut will become a magnet and attract the bullet ... and we can slowly pull it out." He was so excited with his creation that he blurted out all this in one breath.

"Electricity? What if I get a shock? In my pussy?"

"No Ma, I am connecting this to the 12V DC power supply of our computer .. so even if you get a shock, it will be very, very mild."

"I am feeling scared kid to stick electric wires into my cunt. Perhaps we can see a doctor tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Ma. Trust me. I know what I am doing. Will I take a risk with my dear, dear mother?"

"Ok. Fine." Deepa smiled at her son's ingenuity. "Let's go. Let me spread my legs once again for my son."

Once again, Deepa lay down on the floor, raised her knees, spread them apart and exposed the slit of her vagina to her son. Rudra connected the wires to the power supply and then handed a switch to his mother.

"You will have the switch in your hand and I will ask you to connect it when I think that we are close to the bullet. But if you ever feel any kind of shock, the switch will be in your hand and you can just put it off."

"Ok," gulped Deepa.

"Don't worry, just close your eyes and relax."

Deepa closed her eyes but the moment she felt the hard head of the bolt on her the lips of her cunt she felt a sudden tightening of her sphincter and the muscles of her vagina went tense. But then she felt her son's hand stroking her on her belly, then her pubis, his fingers playing with the curls of her pubic hair and gently teasing the swollen lips of her labia and her body relaxed. Rudra gently spread her labia and gradually pushed the swollen head of the applicator through the slit and into her vagina.

 

[Arunima Roy Chowdhury]

Chapter 2

Part 4

"This will be just fine Ma, just remember when you had pushed this same gadget into yourself ... it is just the same."

Slowly, very slowly Rudra pushed the applicator right into the vagina until it was buried right up to the neck, with just the wires sticking out of Deepa cunt. Then on a signal from Rudra, Deepa closed the switch. The electricity flowed in, spun around the steel bolt, created a powerful magnetic field, pulled at the steel cylinder and with a 'click' it got attached to the bolt.

"I think we got it," whispered Rudra and slowly started pulling out, first the wires and then, after it had emerged, the applicator itself until with a sudden "pop" the swollen head of the applicator came out of Deepa's hole and ....

"There it is Ma," exulted Rudra, holding up the the two inch long steel cylinder that he had just fished out of his mother's love canal! Deepa gave a scream of pleasure and snatched the cylinder of out her son's hand and examined it carefully.

"Is it all right Ma?" Rudra asked.

"Looks no different from what I had shoved into myself at Barakar."

"Is this the device?"

"No this is the case. We need to unscrew it to get at the actual sensor device inside"

"Shall we do it now?"

"We can always do it tomorrow, let me keep it safely now." Deepa got up from the floor and quickly deposited the precious cargo of hers in a closet. Then, all tiredness suddenly forgotten, she ran back to her son and, still stark naked, clasped him to her chest and locked her lips on his.

All the stress and the tension that they were in was suddenly washed away and mother and son hugged each other in glee! Not quite knowing how to celebrate this sudden success, Rudra lifted his naked mother in his arms while she threw her long and sexy legs around his waist and they danced around their tiny flat.

"Kiddo, you cannot imagine how relieved I am feeling now and all thanks to you and your brilliant magnet."

"I feel like I am on top of the world after pulling that bullet out of your pussy."

"I think I owe you big, big treat ... for what you just did for me."

"All that I want is to kiss you again and again and again." He slobbered her with his kisses.

"But I think that your body is looking for something else!" She felt the sudden hardness of her son's erection grinding into her crotch.

"How can I help if I have to carry around such a sexy lady in the nude."

"Not that I mind but it is really unfair for me to be naked while you are still clothed."

"But how can I take off my clothes with you clinging on to me like this."

"So drop me and then drop your clothes."

Rudra need no further orders. He immediately placed his mother on the bed and rapidly threw off his vest and pajama. Then he threw himself on his mother's body and started fondling her breasts and her tits while his massive erection started prodding her at her crotch.

"Please kiddo, I am so very sore down there ... that it seems that I have been raped by a herd of buffaloes."

"Oooh, I am so sorry, Ma. I just clean forgot that I have been fisting you in your cunt the whole evening."

"Not to worry, kid, I know what it means to your hormones to have deal with a naked woman in your arms and I think I owe them a release."

"Don't bother Ma, it will be my pleasure to just have you in my arms tonight."

"But perhaps I could do a little better. Now that you have worked so hard through the evening, it is your turn to relax."

She flipped Rudra on his back and this time it was he who raised his knees and spread them apart to allow his mother put her face on his crotch. Rudra's penis was now a full seven inches high and so thick that his mother could barely hold it in her fist. Deepa grabbed it with both her hands and flicked her tongue along the ridge that girdled the big red glans. Rudra gave a gurgle of pleasure as he felt his mother's tongue lick at the tiny pee-hole at the tip of his turgid helmet!

"Relax kid and enjoy yourself," Deepa whispered, "This is your payment for the excellent extraction services that you have rendered to your mother tonight." She began to alternately lick and nibble at her son's balls as they became big and tight under her relentless attack. Then she knelt between his legs and took his shaft between her lips and started to nibble at them as well. Rudra gave a shriek of pleasure as he found his mother's hand fondling his balls and his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. A ripple of pleasure, of excitement, pulsed through his spine and he sat up and caught his mother by her hair and pressed her face into his crotch.

More than Rudra, it was perhaps Deepa who was now enjoying herself. Unknown to her son, she had actually been terrified at the thought of the bullet being lodged and lost inside her vagina and even more terrified at the thought of having to meet Pandey-ji with that devastating news. Now that that cloud had lifted, she was gorging herself on the delightful dessert of a big, thick penis that had already started to ooze with her son's pre-cum. So while she teased and rubbed his balls with her thumbs, she swallowed the hard erection all the way until the glans were pressing against her throat.

Rudra's excitement was no less. Having his mother suck him off was a pleasure in itself but the sight of his mother's bare back and big butt bobbing and bouncing in front of him sent a pulse of pleasure shooting through loins. Soon enough, possibly before he would have liked to, that pulse of pleasure had become a knot of pressure that was rapidly building up in his balls and his shaft and before he knew it his butt was twisting and squirming as he fought to hold back the inevitable explosion.

 

[Arunima Roy Chowdhury]

Chapter 2

Part 5

Deepa too knew that his son was about to burst and yet she could not let go of her lollipop as she heard Rudra moaning loudly with excitement. Finally and at the very last minute, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and squeezed his balls and with a grunt of pleasure, Rudra shot out a thick white stream of cum that splashed across her lips, her nose and her cheeks. Deepa gave a final slurp to the shrinking penis and then placed her head on her son's crotch but Rudra reached down and pulled her up on his chest. Her face was glistening with his cum as he kissed her again and again while all along feeling and squeezing her breasts that were now squashed on his body. For the next few minutes Deepa rested on her son's breast and then looked up and gave a naughty smile.

"Was that payment enough for the services rendered by my son?"

"No, not at all," smiled Rudra. "The night is still young and I am sure that my dear mother has other tricks to turn."

"My son has a voracious appetite, I wonder if I would be able to satisfy his hunger."

"You are my Ma, my mother Annapoorna ... the goddess who can always provide a full plate to he who is hungry."

"I think I need to get a real wife for my son. Someone who will be able to satisfy his massive hunger."

"We can think about that but right now I need you to satisfy my greatest hunger."

"Please kiddo. My cunt is so very sore today. Please do not insist on a real fuck tonight."

"Mum, do you think that I can be so unreasonable? Do you think that I will want to cause you any tension down under there?"

"Then what other hunger are you referring to my dear?"

"I am hungry for news. What is happening on the other side of the river? Whom did you meet and what did you do in Barakar?"

"Ah! that is a hunger that can be satisfied easily, but before that let me get some real food because your noodles have long been digested and I feel famished."

There wasn't much food in the house but Deepa cracked a couple of large eggs and threw in some sliced and diced bread – good food was not easy to get in Calcutta and when available was quite expensive by their humble standards. Rudra hung along behind her, ostensibly to help but actually to stand behind his naked mother, rub his prick against her butt and fondle her breasts! Every now and then, he would run his fingers through her hair, nibble at her neck and kiss her on her cum-streaked cheeks! Finally when the stir fried egg-bread-bhujia was done, they ate it with relish. Then Deepa pulled out a bottle of Old Monk rum, that she had been saving for a long time, and poured out four-fingers for each. "Kiddo, we deserve this tonight." Then with their respective glasses, they climbed back into bed but sat up against the wall.

Rudra spread his legs and pulled his mother between his thighs, her back against his chest, her head on his shoulders and one hand cradling her breasts. In his other hand, he held his glass of rum and took a big swig.

"Now tell me about your journey?"

"It was frightening. Without Pandey-ji's assistance with contacts I would not have lasted more than ten miles."

"Is it that bad?"

"It is growing worse."

"Are we better off here? In Calcutta?"

"Perhaps for the time being, but in the long run we need to get out of this hell."

"So we need to go Out Of Calcutta? Where do we go?"

"Perhaps towards Delhi, or even further, towards Rishikesh, the Himalayas."

"You want to be an ascetic?"

"I am told that there are some colonies that have come up there where people have organised themselves better. Thanks to the Dalai Lama's government in Tibet, there is a new bloom of civilisation that is breaking out in the Himalayan region."

"Can we think of going there?"

"We can think, but we need money, lots of money and contacts and escorts to cross the vast expanse of the Gangetic plain."

"How is Barakar, to begin with."

"Barakar is a dry and dusty city, nothing much there. I believe that Pandey-ji has a safehouse there but of course I had only been up to Barakar."

"Who all did you meet?"

"I did not meet anybody, only picked up that device from the blind drop in the hotel room, but I think there is something afoot"

"Like what?"

"Could not quite get it but perhaps even Pandey-ji is making some alternate arrangements. I think he is also planning to leave this place and this device is a step in this direction."

"What does this device do?"

"No idea but there were some papers in the packet along with this device and it was about some kind of banking service."

"Is he trying to move his money out?"

"Perhaps ... as a first step towards escaping from Calcutta."

"Perhaps even we should start planning something on our own."

"True, this whole place is becoming somewhat unsustainable."

"Aah," Deepa stifled a yawn. It was getting late and she was feeling tired. She drained what remained of her rum in one fluid motion. Then she rolled away from her son and went flat on her back on the bed. Rudra was already done with his drink. He pushed his glass under the bed and then crawled over to his mother and placed his face on her naked breasts.

Deepa ran her hands through her son's hair as she felt Rudra's tongue on her nipples. She closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure shivered through her body and hardened the wrinkles of her growing tits. Her son was now playing with her nipples, squeezing one with his hand and teasing the other with his tongue. The stress and strain of the whole day and then the evening was finally taking its toll and her body was slowly going limp. Rudra rolled over to his pillow and pushed his hands around her shoulders. She climbed on to his chest, closed her eyes and gently nuzzled his neck. Her hands slipped down to his crotch and she slowly squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft. A wave of tiredness was washing over Rudra as well and even as he felt his mother's naked legs sliding over his own, a shroud of sleep was gradually descending over mother and son, both naked and in each other's arms. The last thing that they knew was the final goodnight kiss that Rudra pressed on his mother's lips and then slipped into the arms of blissful somnolence.

And before they knew it, the new day had broken over the city and there was someone knocking urgently on the front door!

What now?


END OF CHAPTER 2

 

[Arunima Roy Chowdhury]

Chapter 3

Part I

Deepa and Rudra were waiting in the lobby of what had been the Tata Centre, one of the first multi-storied office buildings in Calcutta. Now after weathering many storms, it was a shell of its past glory but Pandey-ji had occupied it and operated out of Rusi Mody's erstwhile office on the top floor.

Today was the second day that Deepa was here. That was why both the stylish receptionist and the burly thugs who guarded the entrance had recognised her and ushered her into an air conditioned waiting room. The last time that they had come, Rudra was was not even allowed past the outer gate and Deepa had a tough time explaining that she had a personal appointment with Pandey-ji...

...

"Why do you want to meet Pandey-ji?"

"I am carrying something that I need to hand over to him."

"Give it to me and I will give it to him."

"I am sorry, this is something that I need to hand over to him personally."

"Are you mad? None of us have ever met him and you think you can meet him personally?" the thug at the gate had been dismissive of her.

"Then you can send a word to Pandey-ji that the packet that he is waiting for will not reach him. I am not giving it to you." Deepa had put on a brave front but she knew that if the thugs searched her bags, they would find the capsule.

"Packet? He is waiting for it?" the thug muttered. He sensed that there was something important about the visitor and yet he was hesitant.

"Yes, and I got a message from Teesta today morning, to come over here with the packet."

"Teesta?" spluttered the thug. People like Teesta were far above him in the organisation. He had seen her from a distance but that was it. With an invite from Teesta, Deepa had immediately jumped above him in the hierarchy! Now a sequence of doors had opened in rapid succession until Deepa was finally face to face with Teesta.

"Good Morning." Deepa was taken aback by the slightly husky voice with which she was greeted by Teesta, the glitzy lady who, she had by now realised, was a key member of Pandey-ji's inner circle.

"Oh Good Morning," she replied, "and what a lovely view." The lush green of the Calcutta maidan, that had become off-limits to most of the resident citizens, gleamed in the sun, while the dirt and grime of the city was invisible from the 17th floor.

"Come, let me make some coffee while you enjoy the view." Teesta turned away towards a Black & Decker coffee maker while Deepa observed both her and the room.

Teesta was as tall and well-built as Deepa was but was dressed far more elegantly. Unlike Deepa who was wearing a simple saree Teesta was dressed in a loose fitting capri pant and a short, tight top that hugged the swell of her modest breasts. A sleeveless jacket, that she could have slipped on, was draped over the back of her chair. As she waited for the coffee, Deepa observed the sharp features of her face, the firm chin, the shock of hair flowing carelessly around her shoulders, the smooth, well toned skin of her long and muscular arms - there was no doubt that she was a regular at gym. "Is she the gangster's moll? Pandey-ji's partner?" wondered Deepa, "or is she a female bodyguard? like that of Gadaffi?" and her question was answered almost instantly as soon as she had finished her coffee and the view.

"Are you carrying an article for Pandey-ji?"

"Yes, and I will give it to him personally, if you please."

"That is fine, but before you meet him, I need to frisk you, as a standard security drill for the boss."

"OK." Deepa stood up and raised her hands.

"Please take off your clothes," Teesta's voice had hardened. "Everything, please."

"Do you do this for the men as well?" Deepa looked her in the eye and started undraping her saree. This was not anything new after all.

"Hardly anyone else gets to go past these doors." Teesta smiled, "So it is not a pleasure that I have the luxury to indulge in."

"So how does the boss run his business?" Deepa pulled off her blouse and stood in her petticoat and bra.

"That is none of your business, my dear," Teesta voice was grim and steely, "and I asked you to remove all your clothes."

Deepa unclipped her bra and dropped her petticoat, revealing her laangra-mango sized breasts, sagging ever so slightly over her taut belly that sloped down to a thick bush of pubic hair. Teesta had put on a pair of latex gloves and quickly ran her hands over Deepa's body that included a quick slide of her finger from her anus to her cunt. A typical, lecherous thug would have shoved a finger or two up her anus or vagina, but Teesta was smarter.

"Please squat on the ground, on your haunches, and cough loudly please."

If Deepa had indeed concealed anything in her cunt, there was a high chance that it would have fallen out, but of course, there was nothing there. Not anymore!

"Ok, where is that gadget that you have brought from Barakar? And the key?"

"In my purse. Both of them." Deepa pointed at the table.

"Fine, you can put on your clothes and follow me inside."

Pandey-ji would have been about seventy years old. He was big hulk of a man with a shock of Einstein like white hair framing a face that would have made him look like a professor but for the scar running right across his lips! He was sitting against the gigantic plate glass window with a view of the city serving as a backdrop and ranged around the wall were TV screens that showed him views of his dominions. Deepa recognised two views, one of gate on the street and one of room where Teesta had stripped her naked!

On the desk was a laptop and next to it was a modem that connected the machine to one of those insanely expensive Satellite Internet Service Providers. Deepa quietly took in all this but what struck her was the fact that Pandey-ji was not sitting on a chair but on a motorized wheel chair! So that is why she had been sent to Barakar and that is why hardly anyone got to meet the Boss in person!

"Thank you for bringing that packet from Barakar."

"Thank you for trusting me Pandey-ji, it gave me a chance to get out of this city." Deepa handed the thick bullet like capsule across to him. She also handed over a key that she had carried with her.

"So you do not like staying here?" Pandey-ji was fiddling with the bullet, trying to open it.

"It is always a pleasure to go out and see the world."

"Good." The cap flew open and Pandey-ji carefully pulled out another steel and ceramic cylinder with a thin wire attached to it. "Now we need to figure out how to operate this."

"May I know what it is for?" asked Deepa.

Teesta shot a quick glance at his boss who nodded his agreement. "Pandey-ji has opened an account with a bank in the Cayman Islands and he will operate his account over the internet."

"Like Online Banking?"

"Yes but a lot more secure. In addition to the normal password, this ceramic cylinder will pick up a DNA imprint from his body and use that open the define the password with which the account can be operated."

"So it is only Pandey-ji who can use the account? Very high tech!"

"And you are only the fourth person in this country to be aware of this fact and of the device."

"That is a great honour and responsibility that you have placed on me."

"A lady who can shoot Bhola in cold blood is indeed someone very special as far as I am concerned."

"Who told you that?" Deepa whispered. That was something that was only known to she and her son!

"One of his henchmen lived for a few more hours and we heard how a goddess herself had descended on earth to kill that bastard."

"Pandey-ji really loves tough women!" Teesta murmurred.

"I can see that very well," Deepa smiled at her but was surprised to see an enigmatic smile.

"Tough women are good," Pandey-ji broke in, "but can this tough woman help me configure this blasted device to work with my computer?"

"I am sorry, that is something that I cannot do, but if you want I can get my son, Rudra, to help with this."

"You think he can help?"

"He is a genius with all kinds of technology" and Deepa told them about how he had rigged up the extraction magnet. "Without him, that capsule of yours would have got lost in my cunt."

"Hmm... your kid seems to be very smart," Pandey-ji paused for a few moments and thought through the idea. "Can you bring him along tomorrow?"

"Why not?"

Deepa left soon after, but Pandey-ji was still looking out of the window when Teesta whispered. "Boss, are you thinking about what I am thinking as well..."

"Yes." Teesta and Pandey-ji were like two sides of the same coin. No wonder that Pandey-ji had taken her under his wings and ever since then they had been so attached to each other.

...

Which is why Rudra had accompanied Deepa on her second visit to Tata Centre but today they had arrived in the evening because Pandey-ji had sent word that that is when it would be convenient for him.

The room that they had been waiting in for nearly an hour was empty but a security guard had called on them twice to see if they wanted tea or a soda. Evidently their status had gone up.

"Do you think Teesta will fondle my balls today?" Rudra was a bit apprehensive about the strip-search.

"Why? Are you afraid that you will get an erection? Or is it that one I am seeing just now? in anticipation?"

"Don't you make fun of me, Ma," threatened Rudra in mock indignation, as he adjusted the tightness of his trouser at his crotch.

It was well past nine, and Deepa was getting worried about how late they would be in getting home, when the guard came and told them that Teesta was waiting for them. He then led them to the exclusive lift that took them straight to the 17th floor.

Teesta tonight was dressed for the kill! All she had on was a sleeveless yellow dress that just about dropped down to her knees. It did not seem as if she was wearing a bra and the casual silk sash that was gathered around her waist served to show the swell and bounce of her boobs as they moved around with her. Her jet black hair, cut square across the forehead, framed her face but otherwise dropped away in a long cascade down her shoulder. Deepa however had retained her traditional saree look but she had shampooed her hair and looked positively radiant.

"So young man, let me have a look at your balls!" Teesta grinned at Rudra.

"Am I exempt from your strip search today?"

"Actually Pandey-ji has exempted both you but how can I let such a stud go past without feeling him up."

"It's your call, Teesta." Rudra had dropped his pants and had stepped out of his brief.

"Ah, lovely pair of balls," Teesta was actually teasing Rudra, "and hey look he is getting an erection."

"What do you expect? when a stud like my son is faced with a sex bomb like you."

"But our sources tell us that there is another lady in his life who gives him equal pleasure." Teesta was openly stroking Rudra's penis right in front his mother, making it big and hard.

"Well I suppose one needs to be paid for all the difficult tasks that he performs for her."

"And does that include fishing Pandey-ji's treasure from her cunt."

"It also includes fighting off people who were trying to rape his mother."

"Anyway, let's not waste any more time here, it is getting late and Boss must be getting anxious..." She gestured to Rudra to put on his trousers.

"Or is he getting horny watching all this on his screen?" Deepa was getting a little irritated by Teesta's brazen flirting with her son.

"He has his own way with these things..."

Deepa had been in Pandey-ji's office before but Rudra was taken in by the hi-tech gadgets that littered the room. What caught his eye was the ultra-high speed internet connection modem that was attached to the desktop machine. It was as if a starving man was looking at a feast!

Rudra did not take too long to figure out what was necessary to get the bank account operational. It was a straightforward configuration where instead of entering a password, the user had to place the cylinder under his tongue and plug the cable into an USB slot.

"Boss, there are a few simple questions to be answered."

"Like what?"

"Do you want to access this from a single IP address, that is the same machine each time, or from any machine?"

"From any machine in the world."

"Do you want a second person or partner to be a co-signer to this account?"

"Teesta, how about putting your name there?"

"Let us keep it simple now, we can add my DNA later."

"Ok, would you want your child to access your account?"

"How would they get his DNA?"

"He, or she, will have half of their DNA that will be common with yours and so the system will make a 50% match."

"Anyway, I do not have a child at the moment..."

"So..."

"Do it anyway, it doesn't really matter... finish it fast."

"Boss, are you in a hurry?"

"In these matters, it is never good to be late. Too many things can go wrong."

"Fine we are done, account is set up. You can login now."

"Let me do this myself..."

Rudra stepped away from the desk leaving Teesta to wheel her boss in front of the machine. Pandey-ji keyed in the userid and then placed the cylinder under his tongue. For a moment the screen was busy as the software sensed and examined the saliva, extracted the signature of the DNA and fed it into the bank's server somewhere in the world.

"OK, we have logged in..." Teesta was jubilant.

"Now to see if we can operate the account," and for the next 30 minutes, Teesta and Pandey-ji carried out many transactions that moved money from a large number of legitimate and illicit accounts into this one master, DNA locked, account that they could now operate from anywhere in the world.

In the meantime, and with Pandey-ji's permission, mother and son walked around the room, admiring the terrific view of the city and the now dry and marshy bed of the Hooghly river in the distance. The bookcase however, intrigued Deepa. The variety of books and the multiplicity of languages would have to mean that Pandey-ji was a polyglot and a polymath rolled into one and yet from the dust on the handles, it was quite clear that the books were rarely used.

"Teesta, would it be possible to open this bookcase?"

"Sure," there was a slight hesitation in her voice, "perhaps some other time." She dodged the question and continued with their transactions.

Deepa noticed that both Teesta and Pandey-ji had been tense for quite some time but finally, and all of a sudden, there was a sudden expression of joy and pleasure.

"Oh Great!" exulted Pandey-ji, "we have finally got it."

"Yaay, Boss," shouted Teesta as well and clapped her hands in glee.

Deepa and Rudra looked at them in anticipation and Pandey-ji did not disappoint them.

"I should thank you Deepa and you Rudra for arranging to set up this mechanism, because I now have all my money in this highly portable format."

"You can access it from anywhere you want?"

"And that too in this most secure manner. Do you know what that means?"

"What Pandey-ji?"

"It means we can break-out of this hell hole and do something more meaningful in other, more civilised parts of this world."

"You mean will be out of Calcutta?"

"You are the only two people who know it, other than Teesta of course."

"Can we leave along with you, Pandey-ji?" Better to strike while the iron is hot. Deepa was direct with her request.

"Of course, my dear," Pandey-ji told her. "Do you think I would have told you all this if you were not leaving with us."

"When?"

"Soon, but now that you know this, you cannot step out of this building until the day of our departure."

There was a sudden hush in the room, before Rudra spoke. "You mean we will be prisoners here?"

"Not really kiddo," Pandey-ji reassured Rudra, "more like guests in a transit hotel, waiting for that flight to freedom out of Calcutta."

"How long would you think it will take?" Deepa was more focussed.

"Since our money is now mobile, shouldn't take too long. But this is not the time for such difficult discussion, we must celebrate tonight."

"Right ho!" chimed Teesta, "You want to freshen up Deepa-di, there is a guest suite for the two of you right there." She pointed towards a door.

Half an hour later, the four of them, Pandey-ji, Teesta, Deepa and Rudra were seated in a big, luxurious lounge in front of a table piled high with a selection of choice food and liquor. Scattered around the room were big, deep and very comfortable sofas. Pandey-ji had changed into a fine, white, half-sleeve kurta and he and Deepa were sitting close together, sipping a sparkling white wine from tall flutes while Teesta and Rudra, who seemed to have hit of well with each other, were drinking Rum with Cola on another sofa.

"Deepa, you have done me one big favour," Pandey-ji was speaking quietly, "but there is one bigger favour that I need from you."

"Tell me..." but before she could continue, Teesta turned around and asked, "Would anyone want to see a movie in here?"

"Why not? What do we have here?"

"We can choose anything, and it will be streamed online."

"Oh, I forgot that there are no bandwidth issues out here."

"And these are no movies either. These will be 3D hologram versions of the movies."

"I have heard of this... it is as if the actors and actresses are actually in the room."

"How about some red hot stuff," asked Teesta, "like Basic Instinct?"

"Yes, yes, why not." Rudra nodded in agreement, while Deepa smiled coyly.

Lights were dimmed, the show started and within minutes, Teesta had fast-forwarded to the point where the full, life-size, 3D images of Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone were fucking each other right in front of them. For Rudra and Deepa, who were seeing this for the first time, the sight was amazing. In fact, the 3D images were so utterly realistic that Rudra tried to go and touch Sharon's butt but ended up pushing his hand right through, as Teesta howled at him to sit down and not mess up the hologram!

"Can we get a Bengali film here?"

"Anything is possible, you name it, I will get it."

"Then please get Q's Gandu," whispered Deepa, "it is the first Indian movie that showed full frontal nudity." The wine was getting into her head.

"Done," and in a flash Rii, in her colourful, psychedelic dress was sucking at Anupbrata's not -too-big but black and erect penis!

"Oh god!" gasped Deepa, "this is too much. How I wish I had real penis like that to suck."

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," whispered Pandey-ji and unzipped his crotch. "This is waiting for your lips." He pointed to the tent in his briefs.

Deepa needed no further invitation. Throwing the rest of the wine into her mouth in one, quick bottoms-up, she threw herself on Pandey-ji's knees and with a quick yank, pulled down both his trouser and his brief leaving his hard and erect penis standing out of his sparse, salt-n-pepper pubic bush. Pandey-ji too, grabbed her head, with a fistful of her hair in each hand and pushed her face down, hard on his crotch.

Pandey-ji may have lost the use of his legs but certainly not of what lay between them! His erection was massive and his balls were big and tight and Deepa under the influence of all that wine was licking and sucking at them like a slut that she never was. Rudra was torn between a stark naked Stone thrashing around on Douglas's naked body and his own mother Deepa sucking at Pandey-ji's prick. Teesta had no such confusion. For her Deepa was obviously a better attraction and with one quick leap she was behind her and before Deepa could realise it, her saree and petticoat had been yanked off and Teesta had jammed her face against the crack of her butt!

But Pandey-ji was not one to give up on his "prey" so easily! Now that she was nude beneath her waist, he grabbed Deepa under her armpits, flipped her on her back and dragged her all the way up his chest and locked his lips on hers. He slipped his fingers into her blouse and ripped away the buttons, pushed his hand inside her bra and started to fondle and squeeze her breasts.

 

[Arunima Roy Chowdhury]

Chapter 3

Part 2

Deepa gave a squeal of pleasure, flipped back on her chest, threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him full and square on his lips, while grinding her crotch, her pubes, her cunt against his raging erection.

"Deepa-di," Teesta addressed Deepa respectfully as an elder sister, "let me help you get Pandey-ji's pole into your hole." She slid one hand between Deepa's thighs and grabbed hold of Pandey-ji's prick and pushed it into the crack of Deepa's cunt. Then with her other hand she pushed her butt down into his crotch.

It took a while for the pole to find the hole as Teesta held the erection and Deepa moved her hips this way and that until a sudden yell of pleasure announced that Pandey-ji's tool had found its target. She wriggled her hips, pressed down on the stiffie at her crotch and gave a shriek as its big, thick, bulbous head started to poke and prod her in her cunt. It would have been easier if Pandey-ji could thrust into her but Deepa more than made up for his passivity as she bore down with bigger and firmer thrusts until she managed to have it stuck fully inside her cunt.

The presence of a big, thick prick stuck deep inside her cunt made Deepa go ballistic. Pandey-ji had already slipped off her bra but she showed no such consideration to the old man's shirt - she simply ripped it off and buried her face in the dense white hairs of his chest. Teesta and Rudra watched as the naked Deepa climbed on top of the equally naked Pandey-ji, now on his back on the sofa, and pressed herself on him - clasped lip-to-lip, chest-to-breast, prick-to-cunt. Pandey-ji was squeezing her tits, teasing her nipples and Deepa was thrashing around on his chest, wriggling her hips and feeling the rock hard erection poking and prodding deep inside her cunt.

But even though Pandey-ji was as hard as a pole, there was no sign of even any pre-cum leaking out! On the other hand, the constant poke and prod of the shaft between her legs was starting a "mexican wave" of excitement around Deepa's body and before long she was almost frothing at the mouth and screaming gibberish. Teesta and Rudra watched in amazement as Deepa came out with a howling screaming orgasm and then collapsed on Pandey-ji's chest. Then she slowly slid off his body and sat down on the ground, between his legs and smiled coyly at Teesta and her son.

"Wow Deepa-di," Teesta was grinning at her, "what a fantastic performance. I am sure that the Boss has never had such an experience before."

"Never," agreed Pandey-ji.

"But Boss how come you never came inside me? I was expecting a flood inside..."

"No Deepa, that flood is difficult for me. I get erect but I cannot ejaculate."

"Not at all?"

"There is a way, but it is not easy..."

"Perhaps, we could find a way."

"It's not that we have not thought about it Deepa-di," whispered Teesta, "there is a lot that we want from you and your son."

"Me? what about you, Teesta," Deepa was curious, "and how does Rudra figure here."

"The night is still young, Deepa," Pandey-ji's voice was almost inaudible, "and there are many things that you are yet to know about."

One of the reasons for Deepa's attack of sexual excitement and the subsequent massive orgasm was the fact that the had been fucked by someone other than her son after so many years! She felt curiously liberated as she picked up another glass of sparkling wine and casually turned to face her son Rudra and his new friend Teesta.

"Am I the only one who likes a fuck? What are you two up to? Playing Ludo?"

Obviously, this was not the first time that Rudra was seeing Deepa without her clothes, but still the sight of his freshly fucked mother, sweat still glistening on her face, standing naked in front of him, was very exciting. She had a glass of wine in her hand, her breasts were barely covered with her long hair falling, and flowing over them and she was playing with the tangled curls of her pubic bush!

"What a fantastic fuck scene Ma," smirked Rudra. "Far better than either Rii or Sharon Stone..."

"But now let's get the movie Chatrak, and get Paoli Dam here to get her cunt licked."

Rudra went across to the computer keyboard to download the next movie while Teesta took Deepa aside.

"Didi," she whispered,

"What?"

"What about Rudra?"

"What about him? I will sort it out in a minute.... Rudra," she called, "come here."

"Yes Ma."

"What?"

"Then let me present to you Teesta," announced Deepa and with one quick movement, she pulled Teesta's dress over her head and threw it away. There was a collective gasp as Teesta, spun away and raised her hands over her head in a lazy arc to reveal the grace, power and the incredible eroticism of her naked body.

For a moment, Rudra was struck dumb, as he took in Teesta's delicately chiselled face, framed inside her flowing locks, the large, limpid eyes, the high cheekbones, the pouting lips glistening with a 1000 watts smile. Her breasts were not too big or pendulous but were shaped like dainty Malda mangoes, with nipples already erect in their big, smooth areolas. Her flat, belly ended in a clean shaven pubis and the sweet, sweet crack of her cunt . Leading down from her waist were her two long, and well-muscled, legs but what most interesting was that tied to each of her thighs were two tiny guns!

After giving her audience a few seconds to overcome the inevitable erotic shock, Teesta brought her hands down and in one graceful and fluid motion pulled out the two guns and pointed one each at Deepa and Rudra. There was a distinct click as the safety catches were simultaneously thrown off and the guns were now armed and dangerous.

Mother and son were stunned at the sudden turn of events but then a smile cracked Teesta's lips. "Don't panic, sweethearts," she murmurred. "That was just to show off my toys."

"And they are the last line of my defence against any attacker."

"After all I am the boss' last and final bodyguard," smiled Teesta and holstered her guns.

"Not just my bodyguard, Teesta, you are also my lover, partner and sweetheart all rolled into one."

"Teesta-di," whispered Rudra, "May I just hold you in my arms?"

"Of course, my dear." There was a sudden glint of a tear in her eyes.

"Then come," Rudra grabbed Teesta around her waist and clasped her to his chest. Teesta too grabbed his head and pulled his face into her own and started kissing her.

Deepa was happy at this happy turn of events and smiled at Pandey-ji. Leaving the young couple aside for second she turned on the 3D viewer and again the room was flooded with the 3D image of a totally naked Paoli Dam, lying on a cot and having her cunt licked by a stud. But the real was already replicating the virtual image on the floor. Teesta was on her back on the floor, writhing and screaming with pleasure as Rudra had pushed his face between her legs and was licking her pussy. Teesta pulled his hand up to her breasts and screamed as Rudra started squeezing and teasing her nipples. His lips travelled up from her pussy, past her navel, over her chest and then he was biting at her nipples when Teesta screamed, "Nichey, Nichey... go down, go down," and once again Rudra went down to lick and suck her cunt.

For Deepa and Pandey-ji, this was an amazing and erotic sight! Rudra and Teesta had now reconfigured themselves into a classic 69 position, sucking and licking each other. Teesta was on top, her face buried into Rudra's pubic bush and with his big erection thudding against the back of her throat. She could also feel the powerful suck of his lips against her own pussy. Never had anyone excited her as much as this young boy did and a pulse of pleasure seemed to course through her body and she increased the speed and force at which she was sucking his prick.

Rudra's erection was of course big and rock hard and Teesta was busy deepthroating him. Rudra was groaning with pleasure as he felt Teesta's tongue, her teeth, lightly pinching the tightness of his taut, uncut foreskin. Teesta's cunny flooding with her love juice. Nevertheless, as Rudra lips pulled and sucked on her clit, Teesta felt the tremors of pleasure rolling through her.

Groans and grunts of pleasure started echoing through the room as Deepa suddenly decided to get her mobile camera and started to shoot a movie and before long, the two lovers reached their climax simultaneously. Teesta gave a scream of pleasure as thick wads of cum belched out of Rudra's erection and splashed across her cheeks, her lips and on her eyelashes!

Rudra rolled away on the floor and so did Teesta. It took a while for her to regain back her senses from that hard orgasm. Rudra's cum was still dripping from her face but her guns were once again drawn and she was on an alert! She raised her hands in a V for victory and screamed, "I am feeling so fucking happy that I wish I could shoot off with these two babies of mine!"

"Come, come my dear," Pandey-ji called her. "Come and sit on my lap..." Teesta obediently pushed the guns into their holsters tied to her thighs and cosied up to her naked boss. Pandey-ji cuddled her in his arms and gave her a big, wet kiss on her lips. "That was a terrific performance, sweetheart. Something that I would never have never been able to deliver with you."

"Never say that boss. You have given me something far more important, your respect and a station in my life that no one from the family can ever hope to get in this blasted land."

"That is true, Pandey-ji," Deepa agreed with her, "but what is heartening is that Rudra too accepted her so readily."

"I had no choice," Rudra joined in, "Teesta was so incredibly erotic, especially with the guns, just like Linda Hamilton in Terminator. I was transported into a strange domain of unbelievable ecstasy. It was the sheer power of a raw sexuality that had blocked out all other sensations."

"Well, well well... now that all that hurly burly is done, where do we crash for the night?

"The fun is over, there is some serious business left."

And throughout the night, the four of them made plans for their future!

END OF CHAPTER 3

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Chapter 4

Part 1

It seemed as if they were in a medieval torture chamber except that Pandey-ji's lounge on the top floor of the Tata Centre had been rigged up for a very benign but ambitious purpose. Pandey-ji had been very keen on a biological child, a real heir to his huge ill-gotten wealth but his inability to ejaculate had always come in the way. Teesta had scoured the web and had procured an electrical device that could help and now with the presence of Rudra, who had a way to make gadgets work, and his mother Deepa, who unlike Teesta could bear a child, there was a fighting chance that something could work out.

They had chosen the day since Deepa was in her fertile window and had planned to get going before lunch but unfortunately, there had been a major power outage in the building and it was only late in the afternoon that the backup power had become operational. Now they were all ready and set for the experiment.

Pandey-ji was lying on a hard mattress, placed on the floor. He was stark naked and Teesta had shaved his pubis so that big balls and penis, now shrunk and flaccid, were totally exposed. But what was even more interesting, or embarrassing, depending on the perspective, was that his two legs, spread apart, were tied with ropes to the ceiling leaving the gaping hole of his anus exposed to the world.

Teesta was kneeling on the ground, right in front of Pandey-ji's exposed bottom.She had looped a thin copper wire around the base of Pandey-ji's scrotum and had tightened them just up to where his nuts had started to hurt. Next he pushed a stiff plastic rod, slowly but firmly, straight through his anus and into his rectum.

"Ah! Ouch!" exclaimed the old man as the probe pushed against his prostate gland.

"Boss, does it hurt?" Teesta was very concerned and protective.

"A little more, Pandey-ji, just a little more." She pushed the rod in harder and farther and Pandey-ji groaned again as the probe reached his seminal vesicles.

"Please Teesta, go easy on him, please."

"I am done, " Teesta assured her, "You see the pre-cum leaking out," she pointed to a pearly drop of liquid at the tip of the flaccid penis,"that means we have reached the reservoir."

"Will it be painful?"

"The rest is easy, or let us say no more discomfort."

"What do you mean? What happens next?"

"Next it will be over to Ma, to get his prick erect and get it into her cunt."

"Boss has already penetrated me a number of times. I need him to ejaculate inside me."

"You see these wires? They are connected to this gadget and when the reading shows that his balls are bloated with his seed, I will send a small electric shock that will make him shoot his cum inside her."

"Are you sure? Won't he be hurt?"

"That is what the website says? And that is the only option that is left."

"Ok, but please be careful... he means so much to me."

"Don't worry, Teesta-di," Rudra smiled. "I had once pushed an electric wire into my mom's cunt as well."

Pandey-ji was now lying on the floor and the wires trailing out his balls and anus were connected to a small device sitting on the table. Rudra was scanning the digital readout and adjusting the the various switches while Teesta positioned herself on the other side, all ready to help if needed. Now it was up to Deepa to make the old man cum!

Knowing that most of the time she would have to be in the nude, Deepa hadn't bothered to put on anything other than a sleeveless slip that barely covered her bountiful breasts and stopped well short of her knees. This she pulled off, over her head and after gathering and throwing her head of dark, wavy hair over her bare shoulder, she got down on her knees and crawled right in between the old man's spread on the floor.

Teesta placed a small pillow behind Pandey-ji's head so that the dirty old man - as he had started to refer to himself ever since they had started planning for this - could have a clear view of that delicious piece of feminine flesh that Deepa was presenting him with! And what a sight it was, especially for Rudra! There was his mother, stark naked, on all fours on the ground, like a leopard playing with its prey - except that the "prey" was the prick-n-balls of a naked man that Deepa was licking with her tongue. Pandey-ji's penis was small and wrinkled but as Deepa played with it with her tongue, sucking it with her lips, it slowly hardened into thick, fat seven inch erection that would have made a stallion proud.

Knowing that she would have to do this for quite some time, Deepa was taking it slow, swallowing the erection right up to its base until her nose was on his pubis and then withdrawing it all the way till its circumcised, helmet-head was just between her teeth! She was also fondling his wire-wrapped balls and this is what worried Rudra - what if they came off? Taking time off from his switches and dials, he crept up behind his naked mother and looked through the gap between her thighs. Framed by the swollen lips of her cunt - that was clearly visible between her legs - he could see Pandey-ji's balls, now grown big and hard and cutting into them was the coil of copper wire that would hopefully coax the sperm out of them.

Rudra hurried back to his gadget as Deepa was pushing herself more and more over Pandey-ji's body. Then she buried her face on his chest and reaching down, between her legs, she grabbed hold of the big erection and pressed it against her own cunt. She had not applied any lubrication and so it took a little effort on her part, placing the prick against her lips and wriggling her hips a little, before with a cry of pleasure she felt its thick solidity finally entering into her body.

Deepa raised herself on her hands and pressed down with her hips, loving the pressure of Pandey-ji's big cock as it pushed hard into her innards. She threw back her head, pushed the mane of her hair over her back and swayed her tits in front of the old man, hoping and praying for an ejaculation. Pandey-ji reached out to the melons bouncing in front of his face and Deepa whimpered with pleasure as she felt his hands squeezing her nipples. She arched her back and once again pressed her butt into his crotch and rotated her hips so that the hardness would reach into each and every corner of her cunt. Then, after transferring her weight to her arms, she started to move her hips up and down and this way and that in a classic woman-on-top, CowGirl position! Pandey-ji gave a scream of pleasure as he felt his cock sliding in and out Deepa's cunt and Rudra saw a jump in the dial as the instrument detected a small rise of pressure inside his testicles!

"I am going to give a little shock," but none other than Teesta heard him. Instead Pandey-ji gave a low groan as he felt a sudden stirring in his loins! Perhaps this was it, perhaps this would work. Deepa too felt a sudden tenseness in the old man's body and redoubled her efforts at extracting his elixir!

At the back her mind, Teesta was still a bit concerned about the power outage but the strangely erotic sight in front of her was starting to send shivers through her as well. Unlike Rudra, who was hunched over the dials and switches, Teesta watched as Deepa's naked body rocked and swayed on Pandey-ji's crotch. Every now and then, Pandey-ji would feel a sudden pressure building up in his balls and would groan with pleasure. Rudra's dial would pick up the change and he would send a tiny electrical shock scorching through his genitals and Pandey-ji would give a roar of anticipation as he felt an eruption about to boil out of his balls. Deepa too would sense the impending flood and start jerking harder and faster on the cock on which she was impaled, shaking her head, bouncing her boobs and screaming encouragement, trying to hasten the impending flood but then again... the tide would ebb and the dials would sink back to where they were.

It must have been an hour of exertion for the two when once again the old man's balls flattered to deceive! It almost seemed as if he would finally ejaculate but then again at the last minute, the tide was dammed and as it ebbed away, Deepa collapsed on Pandey-ji's chest unable to carry on with the hammering of his crotch! Pandey-ji too was clearly gasping for breath. Rudra rushed over to his mother and gently pulled her naked body, glistening with sweat, upright. Then he took a handkerchief and gently dabbed her face. Teesta too was tending to Pandey-ji but she had had the presence of mind to get two cans of Red Bull energy drink! She handed one to Deepa and gently poured the contents of the other into Pandey-ji's mouth.

"I am sure no one has had a prick in her cunt while having an energy drink like this," joked Deepa.

"I am sure Red Bull would give an arm for a picture like this for their Formula 1 cars."

"Just a minute," interrupted Rudra, and pulled out his cellphone. "Let me take a picture of this."

"Great." Teesta smiled and struck a pose behind the naked Deepa sitting on Pandey-ji's naked body, with a can of Red Bull in her hands."

"But you know what?" asked Deepa, "I am almost sure that Pandey-ji was about to blow into me this time."

"So was I," agreed Pandey-ji. "We just need one more push."

"If you agree," asked Rudra, "make I take just a little risk?"

"Like what?"

"Even my dials told me that we were almost there and I was wondering if I could just increase the voltage of the pulse just a little bit more than what is recommended."

"Just do it, kid," rumbled Pandey-ji, before Teesta could show any more concern.

"Ok, but only for a fraction of a minute, I do not want an accident." Teesta was determined.

"OK, , be the cow-girl and get ready to ride your stallion again." Rudra slapped his mother's naked buttock and then all of a sudden grabbed her face and kissed her. "Get pregnant!" he almost ordered her!

Surprisingly, Pandey-ji's erection had never softened and Deepa had remained impaled on it throughout the brief interval and so she started bouncing on it once again, first slowly and gently and then faster and faster. Screams and groans followed. But this time, Deepa realised, things were certainly different. There was a new tenseness in Pandey-ji's body and her womanly senses were screaming at her that something was about to happen. Just as things reached a crescendo, Rudra flipped the switches by two extra notches and then it happened...

Actually many things happened, but if anyone had watched the scene that unfolded in slow motion, then this is what they would have seen

First, Pandey-ji gave a yell of pleasure as he felt a volcano of lava finally rumbling out of his balls and gushing out through his penis. Deepa gave an even louder scream of pleasure as she felt powerful spasms rippling through the erect penis that was buried inside her cunt. This was followed by an immensely powerful spray of hot, creamy cum that splattered her innards and sent a flood of semen rushing right into her womb. But the shock had much more in store! For all of sudden, Pandey-ji felt a jolt of power that exploded out of his arse and shot up his spine. This made him suddenly sit up and as he did so, Deepa who was still stuck on his prick went tumbling back and crashed on her back on the the mattress.

Which was very fortunate for her because it saved her life!

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Chapter 4

Part 2

For at that very moment, there was a crash at the door and three armed men dashed into the room. Teesta, the ever faithful and ever alert bodyguard, immediately sprang into action and Rudra, sitting hunched over his gadget, watched amazed as her two guns blazed from each hand. Each gun took down one thug each with deadly accuracy but unfortunately, the third thug raked the room with his automatic rifle. Deepa on her back on the floor was safe but Pandey-ji who was sitting bolt upright caught a couple of bullets on his naked chest - and would have died immediately. Teesta rushed forward, guns blazing and took down the third but by then she too had taken a direct hit on her neck!

Rudra was stunned by the sudden turn of events and rushed forward to Teesta, who was wildly gesticulating towards the wall.

"Press that red-switch." She croaked, blood gurgling out of a severed artery on her neck. Rudra obeyed her immediately and this is what probably saved him and his mother, as unseen to them all, every door in the building was shut, locked and sealed immediately, preventing all movement of both friend and foe.

Next, Rudra rushed over to where the copulating couple, Pandey-ji and his mother Deepa, were still lying entangled on the floor. A single glance told him that Pandey-ji was dead and he pulled him away from his mother Deepa who had been stuck beneath him. Pandey-ji's penis was still inside Deepa's vagina and as Rudra pulled it out, the last few drops of his precious cum dripped out and fell on Deepa's cunt lips.

Rudra pulled his mother, naked and splattered with the dead Pandey-ji's blood and cum off the floor and the two rushed across to the dying Teesta.

"Teesta-di, are you OK?" Rudra pleaded with her.

"No hope for me," Teesta could barely speak. "Is Pandey-ji...?" she could not finish.

"I think he is dead," Deepa's voice was barely audible.

"I could not save him." Tears were flowing out of Teesta's eyes, "but you must save his child."

"I will, Teesta, I promise." Deepa too was crying.

"The bookcase," Deepa nodded. A few days ago, Teesta had shown how it could be pushed aside to lead into an elevator that would take them into the abandoned tunnels of the Metro Rail. She had also told them that one of the tunnels of the unfinished Metro line could take them under the river and into a safe house on the other side.

"Before leaving..." Teesta life was ebbing out with each gasp of breath, "Black backpack on bottom shelf .." was the last thing that the loyal and beautiful lass ever said in this world.

"She is dead," whispered Deepa. She pressed her face close to Teesta's dead lips and kissed her goodbye

"Ma, time for us to leave."

Somebody was hammering at the door! With no time to lose, Deepa and Rudra ran to the bookcase in Pandey-ji's office and pushed it aside to reveal the secret escape route.

"Wait, where is the backpack?" Rudra remembered Teesta's last words.

"There, on the bottom drawer." Deepa pulled it out and opened the zip. Inside it were two small handguns, a bunch of keys, a torch, cellphones, SIM cards, a small metallic casket, a notebook, stacks of cash, ID cards with Pandey-ji and Teesta's pictures. Clearly the two of them had planned for an emergency but unfortunately they would never be able to use it.

It had not been more than a couple of minutes since Pandey-ji's last ejaculation - and the mayhem that followed it - but it had seemed like hours! In the pin drop silence, they had started to hear distant sounds. Obviously, someone somewhere would be reaching this room soon and there was no telling whether they were friend or foe.

Deepa and Rudra entered the secret passage and pulled the bookcase behind them. It was pitch dark until Deepa switched on the torch and they saw that right in front of them was an rickety lift with only two switches T and B - possibly top and bottom. Rudra slung the backpack on his back and stepped into the lift. Deepa joined him and switched off the torch as her son pressed the B switch.

As the lift sank slowly sank into the safety of the darkness below, Deepa threw her hands around her son's neck and clasped him to her chest - and realised that in her flight, she was once again, stark naked!

...

The rickety escape lift at Tata Centre deposited them in the heart of darkness deep inside the ground. Not knowing who or what awaited them, Deepa and Rudra were scared to switch on the torch but a quick flash of light told them they were in a tunnel. This they decided to follow, almost blindly, except for an occasional flash until they reached a four-way junction and forced to stop.

"Which way?" whispered Deepa.

"I don't know!"

"Let us get behind that door," pointed towards the wall, "and think."

It was a tiny room, dusty, dirty and totally bare but it had a door and once they were inside, they felt safe enough to light the torch without the fear of being located. Not that there had been any sign of pursuit but still they had been feeling vulnerable in the cavernous tunnels, especially because the light of their torch would have been visible from anywhere. With their panic and anxiety ebbing somewhat, mother and son could take stock of their situation and their surroundings.

Deepa's situation was perhaps the worst. Not only was she stark naked but her entire body was streaked with blood. Plus there was some of Pandey-ji's copious cum that had leaked out of her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Rudra felt sorry about his mother and gave her his kurta-shirt. He was also about to pull off his pants.

"Don't," she stopped him. "Your pants are too long and tight for me. This kurta is long enough to cover my vitals." She smiled and slipped on the kurta that barely covered her butt.

"As if there is anyone to see you here. But what next?"

"It would be impossible for us to find our way through these tunnels without some kind of a map."

"I am sure that there would be one in the box. If they had planned so much, Teesta would not have missed a map."

They opened the box and carefully looked through the contents and indeed there was a map! They followed the map and after hours of trudging barefoot through dark tunnels - that must have passed under the river, given that the walls in these areas were dripping wet - they emerged through a trapdoor inside an abandoned house on the other side of the river.

They stayed hidden in the house that night but Rudra sneaked out early in the morning to get a feel of what was happening the city and also to get some food, and more importantly, a set of clothes for Deepa that he had simply stolen from a neighboring house! Not that she had a problem wandering around in the nude inside the deserted house but they had no intention of staying there any longer. It was too close to the front lines and the enemy could come in through the same trap-door. Once they realised that the new set of thugs who had taken over the city had no intention of pursuing them - perhaps they were not even aware of them since the three intruders had been killed by Teesta anyway - they made plans.

Deepa had recently been to Barakar and wanted to go back there.

"Why Ma? Why there?"

"Because I think Pandey-ji has a place there that no one else is aware of."

"How do you know?"

"Teesta was talking about it. It is well a stocked, safe-house, far better than this ramshackle building where we are currently holed up."

"How would we find it? What if there is someone else there? Will they let us in?"

"No one other than Pandey-ji and Teesta are aware of it. So there is little chance of it being occupied. But yes, locating it will be a challenge."

"You have any clues?"

"Teesta had told me that it was on a lake, a beautiful resort type place but very well hidden and very safe and secure."

"Oh I know about that but the lake is huge. How will we find the place."

"Well we cannot find it by sitting here but if we reach Barakar, we can start looking."

"True. No point sitting here. Let us go. But how do we go?"

They had discovered a ramshackle motorbike in the building and in it they made their way through transit points for pilgrims hence it was perpetually crowded. Here they had shopped around for a change of clothes and some packets of biscuit with which they had planned to carry on for the rest of the journey. From the junction they had taken a train on the main line and then a second one towards Barakar.

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Chapter 4

Part 3

The erstwhile "local train" network had almost crumbled and there was hardly any timetable for the trains to run on. Plus there were thugs everywhere! In fact, at Junction when they were waiting on the platform for the train to Barakar, they were accosted by a party of drunk revelers one of whom took a sudden fancy for Deepa. In fact at some point the teasing and heckling got so bad that Rudra was forced to whip out one of the handguns that they found in Pandey-ji's briefcase and fire a shot in the air! That had scared away the revelers but now people around them would know that they were not two poor, helpless people that they were pretending to be and that was not nice! Fortunately, it was already getting dark and the train that they were waiting for pulled into the station so that they could lose themselves once again in the chaotic crowd. The train from The Junction brought them to the mid Junction and from there they had hitched a ride on a coal smuggler's lorry that was going to Barakar.

Initially they had planned to put up in the hotel where Deepa had picked up the device but at the last moment, they decided against it as they did not want to run into anyone who might have heard about them. So they had located another decrepit hotel in the neighbourhood and it was well past midnight when mother and son finally managed to crawl into a dingy room and crash for the night.

It was early January but it was not as cold as it used to be. Along with the political situation in India, the weather too had turned distinctly warm and the tiny room with its only window closed was quite warm. Dawn might have been knocking at the window but it was a sense of suffocation in that tiny room that woke up Deepa! For a moment she did not know where she was and it took her a minute to realise that she and her son were crushed together in a narrow bed. It was still dark outside but in the faint light of an adjacent building that was coming in through the glass panes of the window, she remembered that she was in a tiny room of the dingy hotel in Barakar.

After the long and difficult journey from that harrowing city to Barakar, she had been far too tired to change and had crashed just as she had been, wrapped in a traditional Bengali sari, petticoat and blouse but Rudra, on whose arm she had been resting her head, had stripped down to his underwear. He was still asleep, but he had pressed his body against her own, his legs thrown over her thighs and he was sporting a massive erection that was pressing into her butt! She lay still for a moment, thinking what to do next, while absentmindedly, though unashamedly feeling, and loving, her son's erection through his tight briefs. Then, and perhaps as an act of kindness for her son's trapped hard-on, she pushed down his briefs and freed his rock hard penis from its constraints! Rudra woke up as he felt his mother fondling his balls and the first thing he did was pull her face into his own and kissed her lightly on her lips!!

"Was my kiddo about to have a wet dream?" she murmurred.

"Actually my bladder is bursting for a pee but I am too lazy to go out."

"What time is it?"

"Still dark, but who cares."

"Should I open the window? I am feeling suffocated." Rudra got out of bed and reached for the bolts that secured it.

"Do it quietly," whispered Deepa, "I don't want to draw anybody's attention to us here in the middle of the night."

"Then let's wait for daybreak."

"I feel like having a bath to get rid of yesterday's dirt and grime."

"But I want to pee first."

It was a real tiny bathroom with just the space for an "Indian-style" squat commode and a shower that was broken anyway. Beneath it, however, was a tap with a bucket that Deepa started to fill with water while Rudra started to pee in the pot. Deepa had taken off her soiled and crumpled travel clothes and both of them were buck naked and all of a sudden Deepa felt an urge to be naughty! She pressed herself into his back, threw her arms around his waist and started playing with this erect, and still-peeing prick, turning it this way and that like a firehose!

"Ei Ma," exclaimed Rudra, "what are you doing?"

"Oh don't bother, it will all get washed away when we have a bath."

"Oh alrighty then but I am gonna need some more assist." Rudra turned around to face his mother and started scratching her crotch after he had stopped peeing!

"Oooh! why not." Deepa threw her arms around her son's neck, spread her legs and let loose and for the next minute mother and son kissed each other

By then, the bucket had filled up with water and the two of them bathed together, pouring water on each other's head and soaping their naked bodies in gay abandon.

Right from the traumatic exit from Tata Centre, it had been a tiresome and terrifying journey for the two of them but somehow for the first time today, in that cramped, cold bathroom of a dingy Barakar hotel, the water that mother and son had poured on each other had not only washed away the sweat, dust and tiredness of their physical discomfort but had also drained away the stress and tension of their panicked flight! A sense of placid calmness descended on their soul and even though their naked bodies were entwined with each other's there was no sense of sexual urgency! Just as the stars of a constellation roll through the night sky in each others arms, mother and son, emerged from the bathroom and walked hand in hand to the window that looked out over the a piece of wasteland behind the hotel.

The horizon had just about cracked with the first light of dawn and a cool breeze was blowing in through the window. But for a few scattered streetlights that were glowing faintly, the city was sleeping in silence. Deepa was standing at the window looking out over the the darkened city. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulder and water was still dripping from it over her bare back. Standing behind her was her naked son, his penis now relaxed and flaccid, nestling comfortably against the curve of her generous buttocks. His hands were wrapped around her, his lips gently tickling her neck, her ears, while his hands fondled the soft swell of her breasts, playing with her tits. After thirty six hours of panic flight - though it seemed that they had been on the run for days - it seemed at last that the worst was at last behind them. For now at least.

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Chapter 4

Part 4

"What do we do now, Ma? Where do we go next?"

"You see that white building out there, across that field" Deepa pointed through the window. "That is the Celebration Hotel where I had come to pick up the packet."

"Should we go back there?"

"That is the only place that we know of, where we could find some information about Pandey-ji's hideout on the other bank."

"Is it safe to go there? We can't just walk into that hotel and start searching that room. The manager would not even let us go inside."

"It was once a very posh hotel, but now it not more than a guest house. That too a little seedy one."

"What is the difference?"

"The rooms are rented out on a long-term basis, perhaps monthly, perhaps quarterly, and the tenant can walk in and walk out as and when they want. That is what I did."

"You mean you had the keys to the room and you just walked in and stayed there?"

"Yes."

"How did you know which room to go to? And who gave you the key?"

"It was Room 9, on the second floor, and the instructions and the key were delivered to me in a sealed packet before I started out."

"No one asked you any questions when you reached there?"

"There was a guard at the door who asked me which room I was going to, but that was only the first time. Subsequently, I went out and returned after dinner and no one asked me anything."

"Anybody else in the place?"

"I suppose there were people and families living in the other rooms, some were cooking on stoves, some were watching TV but other than a cursory glance, nobody was interested in anybody place."

"So if only we had the key to the place, then we could go there and look for some more information."

"If you remember, there were a bunch of keys in the backpack that we brought..." and even before Deepa had finished her sentence, Rudra had rushed to where it was lying and after opening it started rummaging for the key.

"Is this it?" He held up a big, 8-lever Navtal key.

"Yes, kiddo. That is it." Deepa was all smiles. "Which means that Teesta and Pandey-ji had planned to go via this route as well."

"So when do we go down to the guest house?"

"It is still too dark."

But not for long. Soon enough, in the pale light of the early dawn, they could see that life was stirring through the Celebration Hotel. Deepa's face was glowing radiantly in the first rays of the rising son and she felt her son's hot breath on her shoulder, then his hands were on her breasts caressing her nipples. She also felt his hands in her pubic bush, slowly tickling her cunt and then the sudden hardness of his penis as they pushed into the crack of her butt. But even as her son's touch was sending a shiver through her naked body, her eyes were scanning the Celebration, trying to spot the room where, she was almost sure, the key to their salvation would be found.

It was time to go... and mount an early morning raid at the Celebration Hotel.


End of Chapter 4

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Final Chapter

Part 1


A wall of cactus. That is what stood between Rudra, Deepa and the promised land! Dusk was fast approaching and it had been a really long day since they had mounted their early morning raid at the Celebration Hotel.

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But the raid had, at least initially, yielded pretty little. As planned, Deepa and Rudra had confidently entered the slightly sleazy lobby of the hotel and after smiling patronizingly at the bleary eyed night watchman had walked up to room 9 on the second floor. Internally, they had been all a flutter -- what if their key did not open the lock? -- and they had heaved a sigh of relief when the key turned with a smart click. But their joy was short lived. Other than an unopened bottle of Talisker Single Malt and a few bills, receipts and a small, partially torn, dog-eared copy of a tourist guide map of the region, there was absolutely nothing else of any interest in the room.

Since they had checked out of the previous hotel, Rudra had wanted to stay in the current one and work out a plan but Deepa was very nervous. Perhaps Pandey-ji's people, or worse, his enemies were aware of this place? So they had quickly left the hotel and found a decrepit roadside eatery, or dhaba, where they decided to have breakfast. The dhaba-owner was still in the process of lighting the fire so mother and son had some time on their hands.

"Ma, this map means that Pandey-ji has a safe house somewhere in the vicinity."

"But where? How can we go around looking for it?"

"I wish there was someone whom we could ask or check with."

"But you would never know whom to trust."

"Let me look through the note book that we found in the bag that we escaped with. I remember that it had some telephone numbers."

Rudra rummaged through the backpack and pulled out a smart, leather covered notebook that was wrapped in a cellophane sheet -- obviously, to protect it from water or moisture. It contained a set of coded names and numbers that mother and son tried to decode.

"PaCha, MaMi, MuRo .." whispered Deepa, "these look like abbreviations of first and last names."

"Followed by phone numbers."

"SBN, HKB, PKB ... these are names of banks followed by account numbers."

"Or are they internet banking ids and passwords?"

"Hmm .. should we try calling the numbers?"

"And say what? No one knows about us or that is what we think, and it is better to leave it that way."

"Look at this one, LaLo and this one has two phone numbers 2368-5504, 86730-50800."

"One looks like a Calcutta landline number ... but those have stopped working ages ago. Why would he still carry it?"

"Ma, I am getting an idea .. what could LaLo mean? think .." there was a sudden urgency in Rudra's voice.

"No idea, kid."

"Look at this map," and he pulled the tattered map out, "do you notice anything special."

"No. Just a very small scale map. Shows only very big features."

"Can you see the latitude and longitude lines ..."

"Very broad ones at 10 degree gaps, 20, 30, 40 degrees of latitude."

"And a latitude of 23 would lie somewhere here ..." Rudra pointed to a square.

"Wait!" Deepa whispered, "Are you saying that LaLo means Latitude and Longitude? and not the name of any person?"

"See the Longitude, 86, which should be between 80 and 90 East and that is a square that contains the Lake!"

"Kiddo, you are indeed a genius. This must be the latitude and longitude of an important location in this area."

"Wonder who thought this up? Pandey-ji? or Teesta?"

"Whoever, but we have a challenge, the scale on the map is too small. The lat-long goes to fourth place of decimal. Where can we get a map that detailed?"

"I have an idea," smiled Rudra. "If only we could access wikimapia and type in the lat, long in the URL, we should be able see the exact location."

Which is what they had done next.

After a hurried breakfast of alu-paratha, they had taken gone to the bus stand near the railway station and had located a cyber-cafe where for an hourly fee they could access the internet.

"Private cubicles?" the owner had asked them with a straight face.

"What is the difference?" Rudra had asked in all innocence.

"Well, couples like it, you know." A smirk had cracked through his poker face. "Private rooms, love seat, we can also serve liquor inside. Only 300 bucks per hour, plus the drinks of course."

"No we are OK with these ..." Deepa pointed to the desktops located in a row of semi-private booths in the hall.

"No problem, 30 bucks an hour here," and pointed them to a machine in the corner.

The owner had warned them that the connection would be slow and the reality was worse. But the five minute wait for the map to load and then zoom to the highest scale was worth it!

"Wow! what a place Ma!" whispered Rudra as the cross hair positioned itself on a tiny peninsula on the south bank of the lake, about a kilometer across from the dam.

"There is a lagoon there." Deepa pointed to an inlet of water at the tip of the secluded peninsula.