Bollywood Nightmare

by Victoria Blisse

  I loved the feel of my bound arms above my head, the way my boobs wobbled as he fucked me and how he leaned over, placed his hands either side of me and thrust in, all the harder.

  I was trapped and I loved it. Trapped by the lust and the passion that was escalating inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so close to orgasm a second time but I was, just from the grind of his pubis against mine.

  His eyes were tightly closed and I watched the pleasure and pain of anticipated rapture sweep across his face until I could keep my eyes open no longer and my lids closed as another release hit me. He came then, seconds after my pussy started to throb. I was enthralled by the different edge to that orgasm, the rhythmic flow and the mellow high that flooded my limbs and made me feel floppy and pleasantly lethargic. It was a completely different beast to the climax I’d attained on the tip of Aseem’s talented tongue but if you asked me to choose a favourite I wouldn’t be able to, I wanted more of both and I desperately wanted more of both with Aseem!

  “Wow,” he exhaled and collapsed on top of me, then gently rolled away to the side.

  “Exactly,” I gasped, dizzy with euphoria, and snuggled next to the man who’d fucked me, the only man in fact to ever have that honour. My jailer, my fellow captive and my lover.

  You couldn’t put it in a Bollywood film script, they’d say it was too unbelievable!

  Chapter Seven

  Johnny

  “Here’s where I dropped her,” Curtis said, “and they took her through that door there.”

  “Thanks, you can hang around for me to come back out again. Kiya and I will need wheels.”

  “I’ll be killed if they see me here, though, I’m not meant to be here.”

  “All right, wait down the street for us, but wait for us, okay? Djinns live pretty much forever and are very patient. If you run away I’ll track you the hell down and do unspeakably nasty things to you.”

  “Okay,” he huffed. “There’s a café on the corner, Donavan’s, it’s called. I’ll be in there.”

  “Fine,” I grimaced and exited the car stage right. I’d describe the back alley I found myself in but it would be a waste of time, it was just a dirty old forgotten byway with the entrance to a large warehouse beside it and a huge skip filled with junk beside that.

  My first step was to try the handle of the warehouse door. Unsurprisingly it didn’t turn but more surprisingly there didn’t seem to be a keyhole at all, just a circular indent in the metal. I couldn’t break the door in and I did try to do so with all my might. That rang alarm bells because usually I could break into anything if I used all my strength. I tried transporting myself inside the building with magic, I hated to do it but even that failed miserably.

  I decided to hunker down beside the skip to think. No use standing around in broad daylight attracting attention. I couldn’t knock the door down, I couldn’t reach the tiny windows so high up on the walls and even if I could I wouldn’t be able to get through the window anyway and if I did, how would I get down once I got inside? I would just have to wait until the door opened.

  I didn’t have to wait long. Two familiar and ugly faces walked up the alley towards me as the sun was starting to set. I should add that bodies accompanied those faces. Josh and Joe had bodies, not just floating faces, now that would have been fucking weird, even for one of my stories. Anyway, the taller one, Josh, fished around in his top and pulled out an amulet, similar to the one I resided in around Kiya’s neck, and pressed the bottom of it into the mark in the door, causing it to swing open.

  I didn’t have time to think so as soon as they passed through into the building I followed as quickly and quietly as I could. The idiots didn’t look behind themselves. They obviously knew the door would close on its own and I knew it too, the damn thing nearly took off the tips of my fingers as it slammed shut.

  I followed the two hulks down the corridor at a safe distance, there wasn’t really any cover apart from the odd doorway so I decided to shrink down to mouse size to do it. I didn’t like squidging myself into small beasts, humans were bad enough—I always felt like my brain was being pushed out of my nostrils by my arse when I was in a smaller creature. But I decided needs must and tottered after them on four legs and with a hugely long tail that kept curling round and tickling my ear. Well, mice weren’t one of my strong suits, I had to admit.

  When I finally found the Djinns in a huge room—even a human would have thought it big, to me it was the size of a continent—they were yelling, loudly, very loudly indeed.

  “Did you leave the bloody door unlocked or something?” the black-haired gorilla, Josh, screamed, his face the colour of a baboon’s arse.

  “It locks its bloody self, Josh, so no. How could I leave a self-closing door open?” Joe retaliated with a sniff and a shake of his mousey brown mop.

  “I wouldn’t put it past you to be able to out-stupid a door,” Josh muttered. “Well, where are they then?”

  “Not here,” Joe replied and earned a clip round the ear from his older brother.

  “Right, you go that way, I’ll go this way. They’ve got to be in here somewhere.” Josh stormed off towards the back of the warehouse whereas his brother turned and walked towards me. I hid myself behind a rotten sack that lay on the floor.

  “I knew that fucking Aseem was too soft to be left on his own with her but would you listen to me?” he muttered to himself. “Noooooo. ‘It’ll be fine,’ you said. ‘He knows his place,’ you said. But I was right. I was bloody right.”

  Now, a mouse, even a fairly bad illusion of a mouse with weird cravings for a peanut butter sandwiches and a tail that was too long, was much better at searching a large amount of space in a short amount of time than a human or a Djinn. I searched the whole building, including the locked rooms, and I couldn’t find Kiya anywhere.

  I turned back into my human self and tried the door to get out again but it still wouldn’t open. I changed into Djinn form and tried to gently coax the door off its hinges but nope, it still wouldn’t budge. I was trapped in a warehouse with two Djinns who hated me. Two Djinns who’d never liked me much because I was in love with their sister.

  The weird thing was the hate had intensified over the years. When I had been captured by that first evil Khan and whisked into the human world I had been heartbroken but when, a few generations later, I had bumped into Joe and Josh in America on a trip with my well-to-do Indian boss of the time, I was overjoyed to see them. I wanted news of their sister.

  But they wouldn’t tell me anything, no, they just kept moaning on about how I’d abandoned their sister and how it had broken their mother’s heart and how they couldn’t believe I could be so heartless not to care.

  I’d told them, gods, if I’d told them once I’d told them a thousand times, that I did care, that I’d been captured and I wanted to go back to Jennistan to be with the love of my life again, to make things all better again. I’d never wanted to leave her in the first place. Not really, I had to go on the quest as much as she’d begged me not to. I had been tricked and was so sad to be parted from my other half, my soul mate.

  They’d just said it could never be the same again. That I couldn’t turn back time and change it for the better.

  I didn’t know why they’d been so cruel, but they had. They’d been in with a gangster mob at the time and so me and my master had had to get the fuck out of Dodge. We had been told in no uncertain terms never to come back but then I’ve told you that bit once already, you don’t need to hear it again.

  I could hear the brothers back in the main hall of the warehouse bitching at each other again so I took a decision and walked into the room, bold as brass.

  “Are you looking for something, gentlemen?”

  Their faces turned from anger to mirth in less time than it took for a Bollywood angel to flutter her eyelashes at the man she loved.

  “Well, lookee what we’ve got here,” Josh exclaimed.

  “Indeed, brother. We set a trap for him
and even when it doesn’t fucking work he still falls in it.”

  “What are you on about, you complete imbeciles, and what have you done to Kiya?”

  “We have no fucking clue where the human bitch is, she should be in here somewhere but we can’t find her at all. She’s disappeared.”

  “She must have found an exit.”

  “Yeah, funny, Johnny. We’re in the badlands, if she got out anywhere but the door she’d turn to ashes.”

  “Shhh,” Josh elbowed his brother, obviously afraid he’d revealed too much.

  “How in hell’s name are we in the badlands? What is going on here?”

  “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.” Josh sighed and fiddled with the buttons on the front of his pinstripe suit. “You’ve never been the smartest tool in the pickle jar.”

  “And you’ve never been able to keep your analogies straight,” I replied with a sickly smile.

  “Can it, deadbeat,” Joe roared. The brothers might have fought like cat and dog but they were fiercely loyal to one another.

  “What my dear brother is trying to say is that if you want to know what’s going on you better zip that sarcastic lip of yours and listen.” Josh sat down on a shaky wooden bench and started to pick at his nails. A very Djinn thing to do, the human form dug in at the nails, it was quite annoying really. I wasn’t sure why they persisted in that form when I was so clearly, fully Djinn. Maybe it was out of habit.

  “We kidnapped your human and brought her here to torture her,” Josh said, “but it wasn’t her we were really after.”

  “No, it was you.” Joe danced a little jig of glee and his brother rolled his eyes and shook his head.

  “Thanks, bro, but I can tell this story myself. Yes, we wanted her to lead us to you. You have something we want, that our boss wants, and he’s willing to go to any lengths to get it.”

  “But now you’ve lost your object of persuasion and your boss is going to kick your arses, right?” I smirked.

  “No, because we have you here, we have the only key to this building and if you try to escape you will be turned to dust. So we never needed the dame anyway.” Joe cackled and I noticed that his eyes were redder than usual. He was about to change.

  “Okay, guys, what do you want from me?”

  “Oh, I think you know.” Josh replied with a sniff, “Don’t play stupid with us.”

  “No, why try to kid the masters of stupid? Look, boys, I have nothing. I’m a fucking slave. All I have is the vessel my master keeps me in.”

  Not the complete truth but pretty close as any possessions I did have were back in my tea kettle home in Mumbai and definitely not to hand.

  “Oh, come on, Johnny.” Josh had changed by this point, his ugly human face looking no better now he was back to his native Djinn red and black colours. “Don’t try to kid us, we know you’ve got it, our boss said you’d try and trick us about it.”

  “Look, guys, I’ve not got one damn thing and you can see I’ve nothing hidden about my person as I’m naked as the Djinn Day I was born.”

  “You have hidden it,” Joe snapped and snatched at my arm. I pulled away violently but his brother caught my other arm and captured it in something ice cold and metallic.

  “Copper,” he smiled, “you can’t get out of copper.”

  Josh attached another manacle to my right arm and I started to feel the intense chill of it burn into my skin as I watched the brothers peel off thick gloves.

  “You fucking bastards, what do you want from me?”

  “The key,” Joe said.

  “Yes, the key.”

  “I don’t have a damn key, I’m a Djinn, I don’t need one for a kettle, I just jump down the spout.”

  “No, you’re right, you don’t have your own key, it is our master’s key and he cannot do all he wants to without it.” Josh sighed and turned his back on me. “But since you’re being so uncooperative I think we’ll leave you in the coppers for a bit, maybe after a few hours of burning pain you might see sense.”

  “Oh, come on guys,” I yelled, “I honestly don’t know what you mean. I don’t know your master and I don’t have anyone’s key. Please, come on, for your sister’s sake—”

  “Don’t you ever mention her, you bastard, don’t you ever say her name. How can you after what you did? After abandoning her like that?”

  “I told you I was tricked, captured and brought to the human world. I couldn’t do anything to get back to her but she’s safe in Jennistan and I know I’ll have hurt her but I’ll go back and make it up to her. I promise I will, boys, I promise.”

  “She’s not in Jennistan,” Joe yelled, sulphur-yellow tears streaking his Djinn-red cheeks. “You know that, you know she was fucking kidnapped but you did nothing, you still do nothing to help her. That’s why we work for him, he says he knows her whereabouts, says he’ll tell us if we get his key back and we care about our sister, we want her home with us, we love her. Unlike you.”

  “Hush, Joe.” His brother stroked his arm gently. “Don’t tell him anything else, he can’t be trusted. Come on, let’s go for a pint.”

  “No, lads, no, don’t go.” I pulled on my chains even though they dug into my flesh and stung like a million wasp stings. “What do you mean she was kidnapped? I didn’t know, lads, I really didn’t know. Oh, why didn’t you tell me? I thought she was safe, I thought she was safe at home waiting for me…” I broke off with sobs of despair as my tormentors walked down the corridor and away from me. Leaving me with the news that my soul mate was in danger. I cried bitterly then because I knew there was nothing I could do to save her.

  Chapter Eight

  Kiya

  “Let me untie you, now,” Aseem said after a few moments of comfortable silence. I brought my hands down in front of me and he started to work on the knots. “What’s this?” he asked, pulling at the charm around my neck.

  “It’s just something my Dad gave me. It’s his amulet, he wears it for good luck. It hasn’t worked so well for me so far, though.”

  “Oh, yes, it has,” Aseem chuckled. “Well, I think it has, this looks just like the key Josh uses to let them in and out of the door.”

  “Really? So we can get out?”

  “Well, I’m hoping so, let’s go.”

  “Okay, think we better get dressed first though.”

  “Good point. We’d better be quick. I don’t know when they’ll be back.”

  “Thanks, Aseem,” I blurted out and I made a grab for my pyjama bottoms.

  “What for?” he asked as he pulled his T-shirt over his cocoa-coloured chest.

  “For, well, everything. I’d have been lost here without you.”

  “Then I thank you too, Kiya, because I was lost without you here. Now I have the hope of escape, escape with you.”

  “Do you want to escape with me, I mean, do you want to stay with me when we get out?”

  “Sure, I’d like that,” he said, “but I have to get back to Mom before they get to her, need to move her, keep her safe.”

  “I have an idea about that,” I nodded, “but we better see if we can get out of here first, then I’ll tell you the plan. Can we pick up a top for me too, I mean, I’m a little exposed right now.”

  “As much as I enjoy seeing your breasts, janemaan, I’ll get you one of my tops to cover you up.”

  * * * *

  It was a little bit of a surprise to both of us when the bottom of my amulet fitted perfectly in the indent in the door and we could walk out into the world as free people once again.

  “We need to ring my dad,” I commented while we jogged down the tatty back alley, “if he can get us some air tickets you and your mum can come to Mumbai with us, you’ll be safe there.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.” I nodded. He kissed me then with passion and relief and laughed heartily. “There’s a phone box over there, I wonder if I can work out how to reverse the charges?”

  It didn’t turn out to be too difficult, which was the complet
e opposite of the conversation I had with my dad. He was initially relieved to hear my voice, after being informed that I had gone missing a day after I had arrived in America but then when I told him what I wanted his usual grumpiness kicked in.

  “So let me get this straight, you want me to buy plane tickets for you, your kind of kidnapper and his mother? Oh and sort out some passports for them as well and such other stuff, are you really asking me this?”

  “Yes, I am, but you can do it, you’ve got Johnny, it’ll be a breeze—”

  “No, that’s not the problem—well—no, what I’m having trouble with is you wanting to bring your jailer and his mum home with you?”

  “I know, Dad, I know it sounds crazy but can you do this for me? Aseem was a prisoner himself and he’s the one who’s got me out of that warehouse and away from those brutes and Dad, they were going to torture me, they threatened me…” My voice broke then as I remembered the ordeal and realised how far away from home I was. I wanted Dad to be there beside me, to protect me and tell me it was all going to be alright.

  “Okay, I’ll get it sorted. Make your way to the airport, to Mumbai Airlines and I’ll get a flight for you.”

  “Thanks, Dad, I love you.”

  “I love you too, Farishta, keep safe now, okay?”

  “I will, Dad, I will.” I put the phone down. “We have to get to the airport,” I said to Aseem, “Dad’s going to sort everything out for us.”

  “Okay, well, first we need to get to Mum’s. I wonder if we could hail a cab and pay when we get there?”

  “Maybe we won’t have to,” I chirped as I spied a familiar car and a familiar face across the road. “Curtis, I need your help.” I pulled open the passenger side door and hopped in.

  “Where’s the scary dude? He went in to rescue you?”

  “Who?”

  “Some tall guy with an attitude and a red face, he threatened to…well, he told me to wait here for him, where is he?”