Release Of The Rakshasa

A

Pandemonium

story; the precursor tale is

Rakshasa Rutting

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The danger took me by surprise.

I missed important signs. The sound of running footsteps, the crackle of leaves underfoot, the smell of new humans in the air. All things I normally would have caught.

But instead, rough hands seized me, pressing my arms back, holding me against my struggles. I could easily have dispatched one of them, but there were several. And quickly, a blow to my head and all went dark.

I surfaced in a cage, at the edge of what must have been the nearby village. Large mango trees were just inside the low wall that encircled the village. A few scrawny dogs came by the cage but kept a careful distance.

Two relatively tall men, although both smaller than me, the slender one had dark skin and hair, small well-gaped teeth, a long angular nose and thin limbs, the other a large-chested man with exceedingly pale skin and a look on his face that alarmed me, were talking in front of my prison.

'They've been a plague for the last few weeks. No idea where they came from, even what they are. First some goats were missing, and we found bloody bones and shreds of goat hide half a kilometer away, down a trail in the forest. Fences were breached. Finally there was a sighting of one of them, who had managed to kill one of your group, Arthur I believe was his name.' The smaller man spoke slowly.

His companion nodded. 'I think we know a little more about them now. Not much. At least we caught this one, and maybe that might be a caution to the others.'

'Unless the rest of his tribe decide to try to free him!' the dark skinned man's face showed both fear and anger.

'We'll see to it that doesn't happen. You'll have a guard on him? Night and day? I cannot believe the beast could get out of this cage, but it's best to be safe.'

'Yes, we've talked in council and can do that. Even at night.' The small man fidgeted with his hands.

'Look, he's stirring.' The big one pointed at me.

I stood up and came closer to the bars that surrounded me. They were made of something strong and hard, not wood or vines or something I would be able to chew through.

They came closer to the cage, but I noticed they kept an arm's reach away from the bars. I could get my arms through the gaps but nothing bigger than a coconut could go through.

'A Rakshasa,' the large man said, in a low voice. 'You have them in your scriptures, I've read about them, especially the Shiva Purana, but we all thought they were just imaginary, the way so many spirits and demons exist in ancient writings.'

'Rakshasa!' The small man, stood back with a grimace. 'Yes, the Śāstras mention them. He squinted at me. 'The drawings I've seen make them look more ferocious, but this fellow is certainly trouble looking enough in the flesh. I wouldn't want to tangle with him.'

The big fellow poked me with his walking staff. I snatched at it but he pulled it away.

'Strong enough arms, eh?'

They looked at me closely.

'Arms longer than his legs. Not really apelike. I suspect they are good climbers. In the forest. Sure don't like the looks of those teeth though. His fur is sparser on his chest and belly.'

It appeared he was going to poke me again but thought better of it.

The two departed, although another darker-skinned man in a long lower covering but with a bare upper body unrolled a mat some distance away, sat down, and kept an eye on me. There was a white cord or vine of some sort he wore around his body, with a white mark on his forehead. He was much smaller than I, and if I could get to him, he would not get the better of it.

Later that afternoon a woman in a long garment came by and slid a piece of meat carefully through one of the openings in the cage.

I ate. It had been two days. They had left a dish of water for me as well.

Sleep was fitful that night, as I tried to plot a way out. I had spent the day testing different corners of the cage, its roof, the gate, looking for any weak points, places I could dislodge or break, but they seemed to have a good idea of how to hold unwilling beings other than their own. Maybe even their own.

During the day humans came and went, stopping to look in the cage, stare at me.

Small village women came, holding the hands of their children, who appeared both curious and frightened.

The two men came again and stood just beyond reach, studying me at close range and conversing.

'So what do you think we should do?' said the big man.

'I think we should kill him. Maybe string his corpse up nearby just outside the village near a big tree. Maybe his clan will be scared off.'

'Or want revenge,' said the white man. I did not like his low tone.

'No,' he continued. 'I think we have something of value here. Some money to be made at the same time we get rid of the pest. I've spoken with two different organisations in Coimbatore, the zoo and a state museum. Both expressed a desire to have him. Alive.'

'Will they pay?' The local villager suddenly looked more interested.

'Quite possibly a lot. Maybe ten lahks.'

The dark skinned one shook his head and inhaled. 'All right. Then we need to make sure he is kept secure.'

Later that day two women came by. I recognised them and thought back to the event that started this all.

I had seized and mounted the smaller soft one on the forest floor, she was quite willing. She had hitched up her bottom covering to give me access to her channel. She had crouched down onto all fours, lowered her front and presented her rear to me. The invitation was unmistakable, and it would not be the first time, as over a moon ago I'd taken her as well, after I had dispatched her companion.

Her channel was damp, well furred and welcoming. She was in rut. She gripped my member tightly and I had been close to froth, my member insistent and quite violent as I plunged in and out of her. But that was my downfall. My loin-lust betrayed me, my other senses were abandoned in the excitement of my pleasure. That was when they caught me.

Here she was again, with her friend. Neither of them had helped me when I had been grabbed.

They approached cautiously.

'Mary, he is really quite extraordinary. You remember the first time?'

'How could I forget? This surely is the same one.'

'No question.'

One of them gave a look to the guard, who was staring at them but showed no sign of care or interfering. The two came closer, just beyond reach.

'Do you think he recognises us?'

The first one, small and succulent, with dark hair that emerged from beneath a sun hat, looked into my eyes. Neither of us blinked.

'Yes.'

'Mary, would you do me a favor? See if you can distract Kumar for a few moments.'

The taller one sauntered over to the guard and they talked.

The smaller one approached closer. I could have reached out and grabbed her but I didn't.

She looked behind her. Her companion and the guard were deep in conversation, both looking away.

She hoisted the long covering over her lower body. I could see her triangle of fur, the only bit besides her head that wasn't bare skin. Her smell was strong, urgent. I reached out an arm and she let me touch her mound. Returning that hand to my face, I inhaled. She had to be rutting.

She very cautiously reached a hand to my member, which had lengthened. She pushed my sheath back, rummaged underneath my froth eggs. It felt good.

She rubbed me, all the while looking into my face. I held onto the bars of the cage tightly and pressed my body forward, my member poking through the bars.

She stroked, wetting one hand, then the other. Nothing had felt so good since the last time I had coupled, some time ago.

My member became quite stiff, the feelings grew insistent.

Out of the side of my vision I noticed the other woman approaching. The guard was gone.

'Jesus Sophie, what are you doing?' The tall one seemed alarmed.

'Don't scare me like that, Mary.' The small one looked around nervously. 'Where's Kumar?'

'I told him he could take a fifteen minute break. That we'd watch the beast.'

The two looked at each other.

'What on earth are you doing?'

'The poor thing. I'm trying to give him some pleasure. Being caged cannot be good. We have to find a way to spring him, but in the meantime, I can release at least a little of his distress.'

Her hand went back to my member. All eyes were upon it.

She rummaged my froth eggs. Slid her hand up and down my member. Softly and exquisitely touched my tip.

'He does like it though' she said with a smile. 'See how large the head has grown!' My hips were moving involuntarily. My member stiff and bobbing.

The slippery hands were doing their work, and I grew close.

I opened my mouth to bellow but she put one hand over my face, a sign to keep silent.

The fingers moved rapidly. She seemed to know well how to stroke. I could not stop. My member sent forth a good quantity of froth. Seven good pushes of it, white and thick it spurted, hitting the dry ground like the first monsoon rain, splattering in the dust.

Her face broadened, the corners of her mouth rose up perceptibly.

She leaned forward.

'We will find a way to set you free.' This was said softly. Her eyes met mine.

She looked anxiously to the side, rearranged the fabric covering her body, and turned, walking back with her companion to where the guard had set himself. They talked in low tones until he returned, then with a lingering look in my direction, they left.

I retreated from the edge of the cage, my member softening, retracting back inside its sheath, a drip of froth lingering at the tip. Except for the insect noises of the nearby forest, the village was silent.

I slept better that night than the first.

There was more commotion the next day. The two men who kept stopping in front of me, along with a villager, were joined by another, with stiff uncomfortable looking coverings on his body. I did not know why these beings covered themselves. Was their skin that delicate? Or were they mimicking the flashy birds of the forest? Trying to show their strength, their prestige? At least the dark skinned men of the village went around with the top of their body bare, although they usually wore long white coverings over their lower half.

At first the talk was in low tones while they looked at me. But then discussion grew louder, they grew more excited.

'He's worth a fortune! We endured considerable danger apprehending him. You can see how strong he looks. Five lahks is nowhere near enough,' said the village man.

The men spoke back and forth. The one in fine covering kept shaking his head and looking angry. He finally shook hands with the others and left, although no one looked happy.

The women did not come by that day. Perhaps there was too much activity for their comfort.

Two more days passed. I was restless and fearful. I almost wanted them to kill me and end my captivity.

The two women came by that evening, after sunset. The moon was not yet up but the light was good.

As before, they were able to send off the guard and stood alone in front of me. The village was quiet, everyone in their homes, eating.

They regarded me with interest.

'A Rakshasa they say. Rupert anyway. Says they were mentioned in the holy books. Mythical but maybe with some connection to real world creatures. He said Dravidian or something,' said the tall one.

'Yes, their scriptures. I have read some of them.'

'He is hairy, but not a great deal more than us.'

'He needs a name, not just a Rakshasa, a creature.'

They were silent.

'We'll call him Ravana.' The smaller woman looked pleased.

The tall one looked at the other in wonder.

'As in the Ramayana?'

'Yes, good enough. And in more than one section of that epic Ravana is labeled a Rakshasa. Or Ashura. One of the dark beings anyway.'

They looked at me.

'We've got to get Ravana free,' said the small one. 'I think Rupert may have made a deal, there has been a lot of discussion in the village. Rupert wants to keep half the price for himself, but the village council won't budge, they want a bigger share, say it was mostly their men who did the catching, took the risk, provided a cage, everything.'

'But I think they are getting closer to agreement,' said the other woman. 'It could be settled as soon as tomorrow.'

Their expressions seemed anxious and both crept closer, within reach.

'He really is such an extraordinary creature, Mary. Nothing like him. I wish I could transfer some of his love-making capacities to the other males I know back in Leeds.'

The taller one made a dismissive noise with her mouth. 'Lovemaking! I am astonished that is what you call it. I'd call it rutting. You've just been a convenient receptacle for his semen.'

The other one was quiet.

'I haven't mentioned it, Mary. But my courses haven't come since the first time we coupled, over a month ago. I have never been late.'

Her companion gasped.

'Oh my god! No, it cannot be. We, humans and this creature, cannot be this closely related, surely? Genetically? To make a baby?'

They talked in low voices, not with much enthusiasm I thought.

The smaller one approached me, and as she had done earlier, began to feel my member with the soft skin of her hands.

I grew hard quickly.

'I want him, Mary. I cannot explain it. And we must get him free soon. But I want him now.'

She lifted her lower covering up to reveal her channel. The moon had risen and its light struck her fur giving it a silvery sheen. Dark hair, curly and thick. I knelt down to sniff. My member bobbed with the scent.

She pressed close to me, released the fastenings of her top covering so that it opened and let me paw at her soft round teats, smooth under my touch.

Her companion inhaled and looked over her shoulder, with concern. I had no idea what would happen if anyone came by but the outcome would not be good.

'Here,' the woman said, pulling off her lower covering. 'Please hold these.'

She backed herself up to the cage, offering me her bum. Smooth soft skin, pale in the moonlight. I could resist no more.

My member slithered in. It was difficult to push through the cage opening, we had to position ourselves carefully while my member glided in and out. I could grasp her hips through the cage openings. She pushed back with each thrust, her channel grown moist and gripping.

The other woman couldn't keep her eyes off of us, although she frequently looked around, over her shoulder, concern on her face.

I pushed. Her channel gripped me marvelous tight. The sensation was sweeter than a ripe fig.

I desperately wanted to be able to lean onto her back, paw her soft teats, bite her neck, but I couldn't. Instead I send my froth forth into her with many strong pushes, until we lessened our commingled movements and she grew quiet.

We uncoupled and the small one pulled her covering back on. The two spoke in quiet tones.

'Things have gotten more complicated. Kumar won't be guarding tomorrow night.'

'Who then?'

'Aji.'

The tall one made a face. 'A quite unpleasant fellow. I don't think he will be as accommodating as Kumar. What do you propose?'

The smaller one took a deep breath. 'It actually may work better but I'll need your help. You may not want to, but I don't have a better plan. I need you to do this for me, Mary.'

'He carries the key to the cage with him in his satchel. I've noticed it for all the guards. You'll be able to retrieve it, but I'll need you to seriously occupy his attention.'

The tall one stood straighter. Her face did not look happy.

'You don't mean...?'

'Two things. Yes, I do mean that, but it may help if you bring some alcohol into the picture. It is a rare and forbidden item here but much enjoyed when available. I think it will help both during and after.'

The tall one was still.

They talked in how voices, hurriedly. I heard something about planting a condom, getting the key, rum and sex, distraction.

'Aji's regarded as a most unreliable village dweller. He won't be believed, even if he tries to implicate you Mary. Besides, we;'ll leave the cage door shut after he's gone, but unlocked. Everyone will point fingers and argue about whose fault it is that Ravana got loose. By then it will be too late.''

The tall one was silent, apparently thinking.

'I don't like him,' she said.

'I don't either. I understand the sacrifice Mary. But I haven't figured out any better way, and time has become crucial. I think it has to be tomorrow evening or we may lose Ravana.'

'I suppose everyone must make sacrifices sometimes. For a good cause.'

I had been holding the bars while they talked.

The shorter one came over, patted my thigh.

'We'll get you out, you will have your freedom.' Her face looked mixed.

The moon had not yet risen when they came the next night. It would not be dark for long.

The tall one sidled up to Aji who was alert and did not look cooperative at first. A bottle came out and a couple glasses while the three of them talked and drank.

After some time, the guard looked over at me, then back to the women. He and the tall one disappeared into one of the village dwellings. The small one came quickly over to me.

'All right Ravana. I think we can get you free.'

She paused, deliberating. I sensed her indecision.

'I want so much to couple with you, but don't dare.' She inhaled sharply. 'Too dangerous and it may take delay everything unnecessarily.'

She reached down and stroked my member, which quickly stiffened. It felt good. She pushed my sheath down. I got closer to the bars, my member poking though a gap.

'Indulge me please? I think it can be quick.'

She extended her tongue and began to do wonderful things to the tip of my member. Soft wet lickings. Around the tip, along the length of my member, a hand squeezing my under eggs. I knew she would not bite.

The sensation was extraordinary. I began to hump into her face, my froth building up insistently.

Up and down my member she licked. Urgently. Her tongue went over my tip, the head, making the most extraordinary sensations. Her mouth was as wet as her channel had been, maybe even more so.

Her tongue tickled my tip while her hands squeezed and coaxed my eggs into making their forth.

Rapidly her lips moved over the head of my member.

I let loose. The froth was too much for her mouth, and overflowed, out the sides and down her chin. I pushed several times with strong frantic spurts. She continued to use her lips and tongue until my hips were still.

She rose quickly.

Her companion had come around the corner of a dwelling, alone, in a rush. She stared wide-eyed at the froth dribbling from her friend's mouth.

'Here!' She handed over a small piece of metal.

'Thank you,' the small one whispered. 'No time to lose.' The moon had just begun to rise.

She went to the front of the cage, fumbled with the door and opened it.

I couldn't believe it. I leaped to the opening, and stood for a moment, looking at her.

'Go,' she urged. 'Godspeed!'

I raced out the gate, turned the corner, with one look back. She stood at the gate, which she had nudged almost shut.

Then I was off, I leaping over the low fence around the edge of the village and charging into the forest. The night air felt good on my limbs. The insect sounds in the forest were welcome, I had not realised how much I had missed them. I would put as many paces between myself and this accursed village as possible tonight.

I didn't stop to rest until a good long distance away from the village. There was no sound of a chase. My loins felt well sated, Wet, soft, spent.