Harold Saves Her Husband Pt. 02

Once the Archer was gagged and blindfolded, the resemblance was total. Her bonds were apparently tight but she could release herself easily. Her gag was loose. Her blindfold was a single layer she could see through.

Ambika, wearing a red skirt, led her allies, Lisa, and the Archers out of the room through a concealed doorway. Beside me the now blue-skirted priestesses writhed futilely against their pillars.

I saw Kali return with a small group of red skirts.

"Who left them alone?" Kali shouted. "They will be soundly whipped for disobedience."

She came to me, knelt beside me and checked that my bonds were still tight. She stood up.

"Bring him!" she ordered. "We can leave the others to think about their imminent doom. They will die as offerings to Kali when we have succeeded totally."

The blue skirted women struggled violently, trying to warn Kali that they were her allies, not her enemies. Their gags were too effective. Their best efforts emerged as strangled grunts.

"You struggle in vain," Kali screamed. "You will wait for Kali's deadly embrace. Think on that, bitches!"

While she was shouting my body was detached from the pillar. Long scarves were tied around my body and attached to two long poles. Eight priestesses put the poles on their shoulders and carried me off, feet first as if I was in slung in a hammock.

Something strange happened. One of the two women by my head put her hand out and stroked my hair. Was that a message? From the other side a woman caressed my cheek. Although all eight carrying me were wearing red skirts I felt that at least some of them were our friends.

We went down some stairs and through several rooms. Many doors were shut and locked behind us. A secret door opened on a very narrow and long flight of stairs. The red skirts brushed against me as they tried to make themselves and their burden fit the restricted width.

We must be in the cellars of the Palace or even below them. I heard a rumble as if a heavy door was being opened. We went through a thick threshold. I looked at the door as we passed it. Its outer face was stone matching the room we had just left. When that door was shut it would seem to be a solid wall with no opening. It was heaved shut after we were inside.

Unless my friends were already with me, or ahead of me, it would be very difficult to get through all the barriers we had been through. Even the last door on its own would defy gunpowder.

Kali was beside me as I was lowered to the floor.

"Prince Harold," she said quietly but her voice shook with emotion, "we are in the chamber of the Goddess Kali, where the Ride to Heaven begins. At the end of that ride you will be Kali's prey, sacrificed by me to the success of our plan to depose Serena.

She will follow you within hours, as will your wife. I will keep your weapons..."

She rested her hand on the revolver dragging at her side.

"...as a souvenir of the helplessness of Englishmen against the power of Kali. Prepare him!"

Many hands unfastened me from the carrying poles, loosened the silk bonds on my legs and stripped my lower body. I was exposed from my feet to my waist before my ankles, calves and thighs were tied again.

Several hands stroked my exposed penis. Despite myself I became erect.

I was carried across the chamber, up a long flight of steps and turned so that I could see the Ride to Heaven. It was a large statue shaped like a woman with her legs splayed wide exposing her yoni. Her arms were at her side arched outwards from her body with her hands poised on her hips. Her mouth was open as if in a scream of sexual frenzy.

The statue was mounted on four large wooden wheels set on a very wide track of grooves cut into the stone. The Ride was resting against a block of stone richly carved with erotic couples. A few feet ahead the track began to fall away. I could see it disappearing into the darkness and dropping down a gradient. Once the wheels were over the edge of the drop they would accelerate down the track.

"Show him the Goddess!" Kali ordered.

The women carried me back down the steps and across the chamber. I could faintly see that the track was cambered for a tight curve and returned behind the ramp on which the Ride to Heaven was standing.

There was a massive statue of the Goddess. She appeared to be sitting against the wall with her legs splayed. The tracks ran between them and under her yoni's lips. There wasn't enough room for the Ride to pass beneath them. There were ominous stains between her lips. I suspected that those stains were the remains of the unsuccessful candidates for the post of Chief Priestess and victims of the Ride to Heaven.

While I was forced to watch, a very large soft cushion was strapped across the upper part of the lips of the stone yoni. Whoever impacted on that cushion might be shaken but would survive. All the stains were feet below that cushion.

The priestesses carried me back and laid me on my back on the statue. My legs were between her outstretched ankles and fastened to a ring set in the stone bed she was on. Silk scarves were tied to my bonds and to the statue's arms. My head was secured against the statue's belly.

Kali loomed over me. Her face was sneering at me as she lifted her skirts and impaled herself on my erection.

"You will be my victim as well as Kali's," she hissed.

"Wait!" A priestess said urgently. "You can't ride like that, Kali. You'd be thrown off on the curve."

"True. I had forgotten that," Kali said. "What should we do?"

"Secure you loosely so that you stay on."

"Do it!"

Kali bent forwards, her face inches above mine. Her hands and ankles were tied to the statue but with some slack between the tight knots on her and those on the statue. While she could move, there was no way she could release herself.

She tensed her yoni around my erection and squeezed.

"Start the ride!" she ordered.

The car began to move very slowly as its weight was pushed up to and over the edge of the ramp. It rumbled ominously as it started down the incline. Kali was pounding up and down on me as we accelerated across the chamber. As we entered the curve she was thrown to one side releasing my erection. She scrabbled to push her yoni back on my lingam, only to be thrown in the other direction as the Ride straightened out.

She was screaming in frustration as we rushed towards the fatal stone lips. I couldn't see how far we had to go because her grimacing face was in the way.

I felt the stone belly beneath me split. My head and body dropped into a soft satin lined recess. Kali's body was wrenched from above me with the sound of smashing bones. I fainted as the Ride slowed to a halt. Women rushed to me and quickly untied me. Ambika's lips kissed me. She helped me off the Ride. As I stood up, staggering, I could see that at least a third of the women in the Chamber were standing with their hands in the air, covered by the Archers' pistols.

The Archers were all dressed as red-skirted Priestesses. They had thrown their veils back to reveal their friendly English faces. One by one the captured Priestesses had their hands tied behind them, their ankles hobbled, and hitched into a long line. They were led out of the chamber.

Lisa grabbed me and kissed me fiercely.

"We didn't expect Kali to go on the Ride so soon. We had meant to save you before then. But... She's dead. You're not, and we have captured her supporters."

Ambika brought my belt with weapons. My revolver was as I had left it. The cylinders were still uncapped. I took six percussion caps out of the pouch on the belt and fitted them. Kali couldn't have fired my revolver without them. Even if she had remembered the caps, the recoil would have knocked her over.

"We have stopped Kali's attempt," I said, "but we haven't found Serena's husband the King. Or have you?"

"No," Lisa said sadly. "We still haven't found him. Some of the more senior of Kali's priestesses will be interrogated and threatened with the Ride to Heaven, but I think it will be useless. I don't think they know, and that Kali didn't."

"So we still have to foil Lord Mohan?" I asked.

"Yes, Prince Harold," Ambika said. "We still have work to do."

To be continued.