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 ΕΔstras 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.
