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Subject: {ASSM} King of a Distant Country Part Three
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1st January 1871


It has taken me some days to get used to my new domestic arrangements. Of
course, it was a conspiracy. Cat was at the bottom of it, if that isn't too
awful a pun. It appears that Baljit was convinced that I thought her ugly
and would never choose her as my consort. Of course, this was far from the
truth but there was no reasoning with the girl. The upshot of the matter was
that Cat suggested that Baljit insinuate herself into the Grand
Deflowering - after all, she reasoned, there was a vacancy and Baljit was
certainly ready. My own feelings in the matter were entirely disregarded. I
console myself with the thought that many young maids her age are married
and have children at their breasts. Baljit has proved her devotion to me on
numerous occasions and she and Cat are really my only true friends in this
place.

Both now sleep with me each night but Baljit refuses all Cat's advances to
play those female games of which Cat is so fond. Apparently, Baljit is
repelled by the idea of lovemaking with another woman. Of course, she did
not have the years of the boredom in the old Nizzam's seraglio to warm to
her to the idea. Thus Cat has to resign herself to sharing me with Baljit
but displays not the slightest hint of jealousy. It is, all things
considered, an harmonious arrangement and one that suits me very well.
Baljit brings a freshness and naivety that balances nicely with Cat's
somewhat worldly-wise approach to matters of the flesh. It is the contrast
of the virgin and the whore, although, to be fair, Cat is no common trollop.
She rejoices in her body - and anyone else's that she can get her lascivious
hands on. Baljit, on the other hand, is still quite shy and sometimes
squirms with embarrassment when I spend time studying her delicious yoni.

It truly is a thing of great wonder and beauty and I sympathise with poor
Cat that this prodigy should be denied her. It resembles nothing so much as
an exotic flower: a dark orchid, perhaps. Cat removed the covering of downy
fleece so that I should take Baljit for just another of the new recruits and
the effect is quite stunning. I have instructed Baljit to keep it naked, the
better to view this marvel. The outer lips are soft and silky to the touch
with that wonderful plumpness that I find irresistible. The little jewel is
hidden by a long hood and is quite large when teased forth from hiding. The
inner petals are simply sublime; smooth and symmetrical, and open at the
slightest touch of my finger or tongue. I have taken to positioning Baljit
over my face so that I may lap her while Cat rides upon my lingam. Baljit's
heady fragrance and delighted little sighs are a powerful aphrodisiac and I
fear that I spend almost at once when thus engaged. However, such is the
power of her yoni over me that it takes me no time at all to regain my manly
stature and continue to a second and even a third climax. Cat swears that my
lingam grows by an extra inch or so whenever we disport ourselves thus.


Later that same month


Bad news has reached me from the northern borders. A particularly
troublesome rogue by the name of Shohib Khan has captured my tame German
engineers and is demanding an extortionate ransom. If he contented himself
with the already generous sum on the ghooley chits, there would be no
problem. However, the man is either mad or insatiably greedy and I cannot
countenance his demands. Trouble has been fomenting in that area for some
time now. Rumour has it that Shohib Khan has relations across the frontier
in Afghanistan and, probably encouraged by successes there against the
British, he has decided to stir things up here. There is nothing for it but
to mount a punitive expedition, although I am not filled with an abiding
sense of deep joy by the prospect. Warfare in the hill country is a chancy
business. Each pass and defile offers a splendid opportunity for ambuscade
and the wild tribesmen who inhabit that area are past masters at taking
every advantage that is to be had from the awful terrain.

I summoned a council of war today and we discussed how best we might set
about the task ahead. Cavalry is both a blessing and a curse in such
fighting. One needs the mobility, of course, but in some places, only a
mountain goat or a hairy-arsed Pathan can go. This inevitably means a
pursuit on foot and this leaves the horse-holders vulnerable to attack
unless one leaves a heavy screen to protect them. Of course, this, in turn,
reduces the numbers available for the pursuit. It's a ticklish problem. We
have resolved to go bull-headed straight for the valley where Shohib's
people have their main villages. We thus hope to make them come to us rather
than chase them through the high country. The obvious weakness of this
strategy is that we shall probably have to fight our way through a
succession of guarded passes unless we can find a way that they don't expect
us to use. If only I had those bloody Germans' maps! Still, it can't be
helped.


Fortunately, my second-in-command, Ramnesh Lal, has some experience of this
sort of fighting and believes he knows a way around the main route. We have
resolved, therefore to take something of a gamble and send the main body of
the army to demonstrate in the passes while Ramnesh and I take three hundred
of the best lancers through the back way. It's a huge risk, of course, but
it seems better than waiting to be picked off piecemeal. The main army will
bombard each pass with artillery before entering. The one good thing is that
the rocky ground increases the effectiveness of the shells- stone splinters
will kill and maim as effectively as shrapnel. I have ordered Baljit to stay
at home and, for once, she has accepted my orders without arguing. All being
well, the main body will march in two days and I shall follow with the
Lancers a day or so later. We need to be sure that Shohib knows the army is
coming. The Lancers will march by night and lie up during the day. In this
way, we hope to distract our wily friend from out true intentions.



March 1871


We returned to the city yesterday, if not quite in triumph, at least
victorious. My German friends are safe and well, if somewhat thinner than of
yore. The campaign was bloody and the fighting as vicious as I have known in
my time as a soldier. The main army turned the trick of attracting all the
attention initially and they ably did their part with few casualties while
giving Shohib's men something of a bloody nose. Unfortunately, our plan did
not survive contact with the enemy. We must have been spotted at some point
for, as we, made our way into the valley, we were ambushed by at least an
equal number of tribesmen. What followed was highly unsatisfactory. There
was nothing for it but that we must withdraw to the high ground. Thank the
Lord I had taken the precaution of bringing along a half-battery of galloper
guns for these three pieces surely saved our bacon. They were able to deploy
on a slight reverse slope, out of range of the jezreels. From there, they
kept up a steady fire to good effect and we were able to advance on foot
under cover of the bombardment and take the tribesmen in the flank.

The battle lasted all afternoon and was brought to a conclusion only by the
onset of darkness. Some very nasty skirmishing continued throughout the
night with knife and sabre. The tribesmen had the distinct advantage in that
they knew those hills like the backs of their hands. My boys stuck to their
duty, though, and although we suffered about a dozen casualties during the
hours of darkness, we gave at least as good as we got. Then Shohib made a
big mistake. He abandoned his defence of the main passes to rush back to
protect the villages in the valley. By a stroke of good fortune, we were
able to contact the main body by heliograph and had them force the pass
straight away with the remaining cavalry and guns, the infantry following as
best they could. We were hard-pressed for a few hours before the
reinforcements could come up but, by then, we had established a position in
some rocks on the southern shoulder of the valley.

Our Enfields out-ranged the old jezreels and were able to do some fearful
execution before the beggars tried to rush us. About a thousand of them
broke cover and hurled themselves towards our position. Had they but tried
this even so much as a quarter hour earlier, I should not be writing this
entry now but would probably be screaming my lungs out as they cut off my
stones. However, poor old Shohib was not quite as enterprising as he needed
to be and the whole pack of them were caught in open country by the arriving
cavalry of the main army. We mounted up forthwith and joined in the mayhem.
We rode them down, stabbing with lance and sabre and no quarter given. It
was a massacre. Some got away by running up into the rocks and we shelled
them to blazes. The infantry mopped up when, eventually, they arrived. We
rounded up about six hundred survivors, including the head villain himself,
and marched them into the largest village. There, I held a Durbar and read
the riot act.

The Germans were being held further up the valley in some caves and I had
them sent for. I was even magnanimous enough to allow them to bring in the
wounded. It was pretty sullen bunch that assembled, I can tell you. I
decided not to depose Shohib - better the Devil you know - and even allowed
him half a lakh of rupees for keeping the Germans alive, much to his
surprise. My message was clear. I can be a good friend but will be an
implacable foe. He swore his loyalty, but he's about as trustworthy as a
king cobra with a severe dose of piles so I took a couple of his sons as
hostages against his good behaviour. The whole affair would have been a
total triumph had not poor Ramnesh Lal been one of our fatal casualties. The
old boy fought like a lion but took a ball in the throat during the last
fighting. I don't know how I shall ever replace him.

The Germans left this morning, refusing any further blandishments on my part
to continue with their survey. They were able to complete a reasonable
amount and I now possess serviceable maps on about one third of the
interior. Sadly, they took their remaining stock of beer with them. I
declared a day of celebration for the Kingdom and threw a banquet for the
men. We set up trestle tables on the main parade square and the whole palace
was filled with the spicy smell of the various dishes. Many of my Hindoo
soldiers eat no meat but there were curries of brinjhal, okra, yam and a
host of other vegetables as well as lamb for the Musselmen. I had the girls
from the harem serve the meal, suitably attired in diaphanous robes that
revealed nothing but suggested everything. Not many of the men drink alcohol
but, nonetheless, they were all in high spirits and greatly appreciated the
festivities. We hired some nauch girls to dance for them and I suspect that
few of those maidens went to their beds alone.

I held my own celebration, too. Cat and Baljit were overjoyed to see me
alive, having convinced themselves that my ghoolies would be decorating some
tribesman's saddletree. As soon as Cat had heard the army were returning,
she had made her preparations and I had scarcely walked into my quarters
before she was dragging me into the bedroom. There, she and Baljit stripped
me of my travel-stained uniform and inspected me for signs of damage. Then
we repaired to the bathhouse where Cat had had the bearers draw a huge hot
tub. My syce arrived and shaved me as I soaked and, as soon as he had
departed, the girls stripped off their pyjamas and joined me in the bath. I
had missed them both greatly and my lingam was rampant in an instant. Baljit
knelt and leaned forward, trapping the unruly member between the exquisite
softness of her breasts and, moving her back sinuously, imparted to that
region a wonderful sensation that soon had me trembling like an autumn leaf.
Cat bent her head and proceeded to suck in turn on Baljit's nipples and the
head of my lingam. She teased me, lavishing far more time and attention on
Baljit and sparing me only a fleeting second or two of intense pleasure. I
noticed, with no little surprise, that Baljit did not object to her
ministrations but seemed rather to revel in the feelings that Cat was so
ably giving her.

Finally, sensing that I could stand it no longer, Baljit dipped her head and
took me in her mouth and I shot my seed like a fountain, sending gout after
gout of the pearly fluid into her mouth. So much had been pent up while I
was away with the army that she could not accommodate its volume and it ran
from her lips to be gobbled greedily by Cat. They kissed each other deeply,
allowing my seed to slip between them until both their faces were covered in
it. I lay back in the bath and sighed with pleasure. The heat of the water
relaxed me utterly and I was on the point of drifting off to sleep when a
commotion broke out in the adjoining room and I could hear raised voices and
angry shouting. I roused myself and leapt from the bath, not even pausing to
put on a robe. Baljit looked scared and Cat was watching warily as I flung
wide the bathhouse door to be confronted by a mob of agitated concubines who
all seemed to be haranguing the two soldiers stationed there. Of course, I
instantly demanded to know the meaning of this unseemly riot. Peace was
restored with some difficulty and. piece by piece, came to understand the
nature of the uproar.

It soon became clear that about a dozen or so of my harem had heard
contradictory rumours both of my death and my safe return and had come, en
masse, to satisfy themselves as to the true position. When confronted with
the living proof of their lord's survival, albeit naked as a jaybird and
dripping wet, they rushed forward and began to press around me, some
touching me with almost holy reverence while others, with clearly more
earthly motives, handled me most lewdly. Nothing would satisfy them but that
we all repaired to my chamber where I might render them a full account of my
doings. Thus, naked as I still was, I was borne away by this chattering
coterie leaving Cat and Baljit to follow in my wake. Once we gained the
sanctuary of my quarters, a semblance of order was restored but the bolder
spirits among them soon made it plain that they sought action rather than
words from me and very soon I was engulfed in pulchritude. There was little
I could do, or might I add, choose to, other than to allow them their way.

They scattered cushions on the floor and gently persuaded me to recline
thereon. Hard little nipples were offered to my eager lips while fingers and
tongues caressed my lingam. Someone was my licking at my fundament and in no
time, I was hard as steel. I lay back and let it happen, only pausing to
settle a deliciously dripping yoni on my erect member before reaching for
two more to penetrate with my fingers and allowing a third to press against
my face. They went at it with a will. The bodies thus engaged swapped places
every few moments. All the while, one girl was sweeping my body with her
hair and another licked at my stones. My earlobes were being nibbled by two
more girls and another two, or perhaps it was three, sucked upon my toes,
overloading my senses and increasing the rising tide of lust within me. Any
hope of conscious thought or control fled in the face of this onslaught and
I rutted like an animal. I rose to my knees and grabbing the nearest
available, flipped her on to her front and pounded at her in the dog
fashion, howling like a hound as I did so.

Those not yet engaged squirmed around me and I arranged one to stand astride
my current victim so that I could lap at her yoni while I reared and
plunged. Someone had lit joss sticks and the air was filled with their
pungent odour coupled with the sweet scent of arousal. The girl beneath came
to a shuddering crisis just as the one in front flooded my mouth with her
own offering. I thrust them from me and grabbed another, this time electing
to have her on her back. I shoved a couple of cushions under her hips to
raise them up and she folded her legs under her causing her yoni to open up
like a flower in the morning before my lust-filled eyes. I slammed into that
waiting orchid with great violence and she shrieked and moaned as I pounded
away like a good 'un. Having so recently spent in Baljit's eager mouth, I
was able to refrain from a further eruption without too much difficulty and
I must have dealt with seven or eight of them in one style or another before
I decided that I would take my pleasure.


I chose the northern girl with the amazingly plump yoni and enormous jewel
and, sating myself on a pile of cushions, had another girl with large
breasts and long, chocolate nipples, support my head. The northern girl
squatted over me, knees akimbo, and I pulled her down to engulf my throbbing
lingam in her soft trap. She rose and fell above and I reached forward and
stroked the hood of her jewel with gentle caresses. The size of that
protuberance is truly astounding and I watched fascinated as more and more
of it emerged from within the hood. She cried out in ecstasy as her climax
hit and I took this as my signal. Calling for oil, I lathered my lingam in
the greasy substance then lifted her briefly off my lingam before ramming it
home in that other orifice. Her eyes went wide with shock but, true to her
discipline, she continued as before, rising and falling until I was buried
to the stones in her arse. I maintained my manipulation of her jewel and she
panted and hissed as she thrust with her thighs in rapid rhythm. Her face
was contorted in a mask of mingled pain and pleasure and when she reached
her second crisis, I cannot begin to describe the sensation as her nether
tunnel contracted in a series of spasms around my swollen prick. I have
never felt the like of it - it was almost unbearable it its intensity and I
jetted forth a torrent of hot seed into her ravaged bowels. The feeling of
this heat within her seemed to set her off again for she yowled and carried
on while all the while, the tight muscles of her arse twitched and clasped
and drew every last drop from my aching balls. It was truly the most
magnificent fuck!


(Editor's Note: There is no limit to the man's debauchery and despoilment of
the innocent. Was there ever such a rogue upon this earth? Only the Good
Lord knows how such a bounder could be an Englishman.)

I rested a while and then did my duty by the remaining three or four that
had not yet had the pleasure of the royal lingam. In view of their being
kept waiting, I did them the honour of fucking soundly them in both holes
before spending for a third and final time in the mouth of the Singhalese
girl. I took her to be the ringleader in their little riot and found this a
fitting way to silence her. Ah, me! Was there ever such a homecoming?


June 1871


I have spent the past two months staring into the face of the grim reaper.
Scarcely two days after my return I fell sick of the ghastly malarial fever
and was, for a while, at death's very door. The progress of the disease is
singular, recurring every fourteen days or so. Heavy sweats follow hard on
bouts of shivering and one's temperature is elevated to the point of
frequent delirium. My own case was made worse, if such is possible, by
ulcerated monsoon blisters. Had it not been for the ceaseless nursing
efforts of Baljit and Cat, I doubt I would be here today. They warmed with
their bodies when I felt frozen and bathed me with cool water when I was
burning up. Their devotion to me has been exemplary, what more can I say?

As it is, the fever has left me weak and listless without any bodily
appetites whatsoever. Such an episode is never welcome but this one could
hardly have come at a worse time. Rumours of my demise during the late
insurgence had run rife in the bazaar and when I was not on hand to dispel
such nonsense personally, the idea gained considerable credence. This led to
some unrest and the occasional outbreak of rioting. All this was further
exacerbated by the actual death of my trusty Ramnesh Lal with no one in the
army showing the slightest initiative and my wily crook of a Prime Minister
conspicuous by his absence.

The upshot of all this was, as soon as I was able to sit upright, I had to
endure a durbar here in the city so that the inhabitants might satisfy
themselves that their monarch is still among the living. My appearance was
so ravaged by the fever that I had to resort of heavy use of the girls'
cosmetics simply to appear as if I might at least last out the month.

(Editor's Note: The reader will observe that the rascal does not make any
link between his debauched behaviour and the seriousness of his affliction.
Some, myself among them, might suppose a definite correspondence. The Lord
moves in mysterious ways!)

Happily, I am now on the mend and, if not quite myself again as yet, at
least I no longer feel that I am about to meet my maker. I fear it will be
some time, however, before I am able to indulge in those carnal delights
that I have grown accustomed to enjoying. There is little I can do about it
but try to recover my health and former vigour. In the meantime, I can only
offer Cat and Baljit the solace of my fingers and mouth, which, although
they profess themselves satisfied, is only second best.



August 1871


Happily, I am now largely restored to full health, although the face I see
in the mirror appears to have aged somewhat. One of the local doctors has
supplied me with a decoction manufactured from some tree bark or other and
it does appear most efficacious in warding off the recurring fevers of the
malaria. All in all, I count myself most fortunate to have escaped with my
life. There is nothing concentrates more wonderfully than the imminent
prospect of turning one's toes skywards. To this end, I have been reviewing
what needs to be done in the Kingdom. The most serious lack is that of clean
water. The river has an abundant supply but, by the time it has been trodden
in and pissed in by countless cattle, received the odd corpse, both animal
and human, and then been the repository for vast accumulations of night
soil, it is less than hygienic. The position is undoubtedly worse the closer
one gets to the city. Human habitation clings to the banks, as one might
expect, and the greater the concentration of the population, the more
disgusting the water becomes.

It is useless to attempt to dissuade the locals from carrying on as before
in this regard so I will have to essay a different solution. The palace has
a system of ancient tanks for water storage but, being open to the sky,
these have become fouled over the years and seem to be the favourite
breeding ground for a variety of troublesome insects, including the
ubiquitous mosquitoes. I have decided, therefore, that these should be
drained and scoured and additional storage tanks built to serve the city. I
also propose that these structures should be roofed over to prevent the
accumulation of debris. In my old regiment, the dear old quack used to
insist that all drinking water was passed through charcoal and then boiled
before being passed as potable. I don't know why, but this procedure saved
us from the worst effects of dysentery and cholera so I will instigate the
same system here.


October 1871


I have a new playmate. One of my hostages, a personable young rogue by the
name of Jahengir Khan, insinuated himself into Cat's good graces. She
informed me that the young fellow was desperate for a bit of female company.
After much persuasion, I agreed to allow him to visit the seraglio and pick
out one of the girls. As soon as the poor chap got inside, he was overcome
with lust and the front of his clothing stood out like a bell tent. It was
abundantly apparent that the man was possessed of a weapon of formidable
proportions and nothing would satisfy Cat but that she should see this
prodigy with her own eyes. Jahengir was nothing loath. He stripped off his
robes in a trice and drew gasps of - I'm not sure whether it was admiration
or apprehension - from the assembled concubines. A couple of the more
adventurous spirits advanced upon him and I was amazed to see that three
hands could be wrapped about it and yet the head still protruded.

I will confess that it is quite the ugliest appendage I have ever had the
misfortune to observe. The head is disproportionately small when compared to
the shaft and the whole thing bends slightly to starboard. I swear the
villain can fuck round corners. Oddly enough, I found the sight quite
fascinating and was intrigued as to whether or not any of my girls could
accommodate the monster. I need not have feared. The little Singhalese was
soon stripped off and trying to force as much of his enormous lingam as she
could manage into her mouth. It took about thirty seconds for the wretched
Jahengir to shoot forth a veritable tidal wave of seed. The girl could not
deal with the copious offering and snatched back her head, only to have her
face blasted by jet after jet. A couple of the others rallied round and
sucked on his tool and the young bugger produced such a volume of the stuff
that they were soon gulping and gasping for air.

Such is the nature of ardent youth that it took him next to no time to
recover and he seized one girl, a plump little trollop with wonderfully
large nipples, and buried his donkey-sized member into her yoni. She yelped
and yipped and cried out that he was splitting her; all the same she
swivelled her hips and rocked her backside to fit even more of the wonder
inside. Jahengir thrashed about like a man possessed. His eyes rolled back
in his head and a feral grin contorted his normally handsome features. I
have to own that the sight of this ugly great monster stretching the plump
girl's yoni had me fully erect. I instructed him to lie on his back and the
girl to straddle him, facing his feet. Thus I was able to better observe
proceedings. It was truly a marvel to behold. He withdrew several inches of
his lingam at very thrust and the aforementioned appendage could be clearly
seen curving to the right as he shoved it back into her.  Cat fished my own
lingam out of my trews and I must admit that it seemed shrimp-like in
comparison. Her face was a mask of unadulterated lust and she instructed the
plump girl to turn around and present her arse for my use. The plump girl
squealed even louder as I pushed into her. I shoved the whole length of my
prick inside and then tried to remain as motionless as possible. I could
feel every thrust that Jahengir made in the front entrance and it was wildly
different sensation from any I had experienced hitherto.


The man was like an automaton, pounding up into the girl with hard, fast
strokes that I could feel along the whole length of my lingam. I slipped my
hands around to the front of the girl and grabbed her ample breasts, yanking
on those big nipples like a deranged milkmaid. This served only to spur her
on and she began to rotate her arse like a whirling dervish. If it hadn't
been for the grip I had on her tits, I swear I would have been propelled off
her and flung to some far corner of the room. The vision that we presented
affected our audience greatly and soon fingers were being thrust into yonis
all over the place as the girls frigged themselves silly. At length, if that
is not too horrible a pun, Jahengir began to pant like a blown charger and
the plump girl started to howl. I felt her climax first; the contractions of
her muscles clamped her arse tight about me. Then he hit his own peak and I
vow I could feel his lingam pulsating as he shot another immense load of
seed deep into her. I decided to join the party and started to thrust into
her clasping arse. Jahengir must have felt my movements as easily as I had
experienced his. Needless to say, it set the young ram off again and soon we
were both slamming away like the twin pistons of a reciprocating steam
engine. The girl was beside herself, howling and bellowing and climaxing as
we thundered away. I felt the heat beginning to build in my loins and I
squeezed even harder on her tits. I let out the "View Halloo" and fountained
my offering deep into her hot bowels. It was too much; the sensations were
overpowering and I almost blacked-out as I emptied my stones into her
throbbing arsehole. Cat had to support me as I slipped wearily off her. My
legs were weak and I almost collapsed. Not Jahengir, though. He was still
pounding away furiously at her yoni. He grinned up at me as I stood and
mopped the sweat from my brow. Then he flipped her over and entered whence I
had just departed, bringing a mighty scream from the girl.

Her yoni was gaping and dripping his milky seed as he hammered into her
arse. She writhed about, this time in obvious agony: he was simply too big
for her. Slowly, her tight muscles relaxed and her moans diminished. Her
face was flushed and her eyes bulged as she did her best to accommodate that
monster. It was quite bizarre to see the way it curved and he must have been
thrusting almost at a forty-five degree angle. He let out one final roar as
his last climax took him and collapsed over her, crushing her body onto the
divan. He was out cold. I can truly say that I have never seen the like. A
few of the more composed girls helped lift him off and laid him on the
floor. The plump girl was almost delirious. She was lying flat on the divan,
her fingers frigging furiously at her abused yoni while her tortured
arsehole oozed a steady flood of seed. She gave one final shuddering cry and
then lay still. I doubt that she will ever forget her encounter with
Jahengir and his truly monstrous lingam.



To be continued.

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