Having watched a film on the war in the jungle gave me the idea of sending Kira there: more action and a bit less sex than usual. I hope that some readers will like this story.
Kyrhan was walking in the jungle of French Guyana near the border of Brazil in a zone normally forbidden to anybody but the local tribes. He had only a machete and a rucksack with minimum equipment. He had had to hack his way since the early morning with a group of twenty burly men. They were soldiers of the French Foreign Legion, an elite troop known worldwide and they were on a survival raid along the border. They had just a radio in case of an emergency but the group always boasted to be able to come back without help. The year before, a man had a broken ankle and they had to carry him on a stretcher for the last thirty miles. For the last ten years, the French Army had allowed a few members of friendly states armies to occasionally take part to such training events.
Kyrhan had had commando training in the Indian army and had continued to exercise seriously for now thirty years. He had passed the physical tests six years before with flying colors. The French military MD who had tested him was amazed to find someone more than fifty, still in that shape. Kyrhan had joked with him that his perfect fitness was due to the three women in his life at that time : Ranu, Kira and Leena but the doctor had retorted it was the other way around : It was because he was perfectly fit, with not an ounce of fat and a big muscular frame that he could honor his three women. The doctor knew what he was speaking of, as Kyrhan was completely naked for the examination and the doctor had glanced amazingly to the generous size of Kyrhan's cock. Kyrhan made the same survival raid every year and the French army officers had developed respect for this foreigner, too old to enter the Legion but whom they would have dreamt to have with them in real operations. He could walk forty miles a day with complete package including gun and ammunitions, he was a sharpshooter and ostensibly was of high rank officers' stuff, the kind it's better to have on your side than in front of you in a war. . .
Indians were expected to be veggies but Kyrhan took his share of snake meat or edible insects that were currently eaten during such raids. Kyrhan had explained that only cows are really sacred in India. Most other animals could be eaten.
Kyrhan loved walking in the jungle with his new friends. There was a sergeant he had already met on the previous year raid and they had talked about their families. Kyran had told him about his beloved wife Kira of whom he often dreamed during these long nights without feminine presence. In four days, he would be back to civilization and she would welcome him.
Kira was effectively awaiting him in the capital of Surinam, Paramaribo where she had rented a flat for a month. Paramaribo is a very special town : An equatorial weather, buildings in Dutch style, quite strange under this hot weather and a population of essentially Indian origin. The town had been added to World Heritage in 2002. But Kira had chosen it as it was quite near French Guyana where her husband Kyrhan was making his annual trekking in the jungle with French Commando troops and as there were so many Indian people there that she could wear her usual sarees without attracting undue attention. In French Guyana, the Indian people, nicknamed coolies, had abandoned their traditional way of life and adopted the Creole language. She would not have felt at home as she did in Paramaribo.
In her palace hotel, Kira had rarely the occasion of preparing food for her husband and in France, some of the ingredients could be difficult to find fresh. Here, she could find whatever she liked in the market. She had come two weeks before the scheduled arrival of Kyrhan and she had experimented from an old cookbook she had found in Kyrhan's library. It was written in hindi and it was a good practice for her. She had prepared several dishes she intended to propose her husband when he would be back. Cooking for him was a very pleasant change for her. She would pamper him after these three weeks in the rough. After these vacations as he presented them, he would fly back to work and she would go with him for two weeks.
Kira's French husband Dan had accompanied her in Guyana and they had spent two heavenly weeks together. They had slept naked with arms and legs entwined. Whenever one of them stirred, it awoke the two of them. Their mouths searched one another instinctively and their lips got glued with their tongues warring for supremacy in the cage of their mouths. Dan's hands soon began to feel her fun bags, mauling and kneading them. With such a massage, her nipples immediately peaked out, poking on his chest. Most often, he began afterward to suck her hardened breasts but on occasion, his mouth took other directions, licking her ear lobes or wandering into her navel unless it ventured in the moist folds of her cunt. Dan was not as hugely endowed as Kyrhan but he was perhaps more skillful with his tongue, his cock or his hands. Kira had for a long time stopped to ponder who would offer her the highest pleasure. They were quite different but she loved them on an equal basis.
Dan had flown back to France on the previous day so that Kira had time to prepare for the return of her Indian husband (read the series Good Morning India for the details of Kira's unusual marital organization). She was now alone there and quite at ease with it. Neither Dan nor Kyrhan were of the jealous type, difficult to be when you share a woman and often several regularly. Kira had had to fight mostly Kyrhan's possessive tendancies at the beginning. He would have liked to keep Kira for his own needs and disregard the ties between her and Dan but now, their rivalry had settled down to a very deep friendship with occasionally Kyrhan acting as the master and using Dan as a slave of his harem. That had been particularly the case the previous year when Kyrhan had gathered all the women of his virtual harem, most of them married and fucked them repeatedly until all the girls had gotten pregnant from him. Dan had played the role of Master of the harem Eunuchs, just a role as his virility had never been jeopardized.
Kira's random walk had taken her to the local river at some distance from the buildings in the outskirts of the city. In a somewhat secluded spot, she discovered a river boat tied to a tree. She had just the time to wonder why its owner had not taken a berth nearer the city when she felt a cloth being forcefully placed on her nose. It was pungent and she identified the unusual smell: chloroform! It was a rapt! She felt as if she was falling in a deep black hole in the ground.
When Kira woke up, she was spread on a hammock in a sort of carbet (a small open hut common in French Guyana). It was deep in the forest, certainly far from a city. Her saree and all her jewels had been taken away. She had now a skin clinging teeshirt, probably two sizes too small for her and a tiny denim short, probably some used pants, the legs of which had been roughly cut out. It was very short and very tight. It would look very sexy on her but it was so tight that the seam got inside her twat and the fabric parted wantonly her cunt lips. It was a whore's outfit, not a whore for tourists but a whore for Brazilian barios dwellers, the kind of men her Dalits in India would look like aristocrats in comparison. They could be very dangerous and even kill her with a machete if she even tried to resist them. She was in real danger for the first time in her life.
A man who appeared not to have taken a shower for months entered the carbet. He shook her out of her hammock and ordered her to follow him. He was speaking Portuguese language and she did not understand him but he made himself perfectly clear. He led her to a tent where a man she had never seen was waiting.
- Hello, Miss Singh!
- Mistress, please, Sir. I'm married.
