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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

He has just entered the room. Tall and handsome – with a beard like any other ‘mujahideen’ – fighters of ‘Allah’ —- He just hung up his Kalashnikov and looked around the room. Her heart started racing fast. She instantly recognized him, who would not know this man — Ahmed Baar, the dreaded Hikmat – ul- Mujahideen founder. Well, well he looks quite handsome, better than his picture. Sound of music drowned the discussions of freedom among Jihaadi’s. The marriage ceremony was about to begin. Everybody was waiting for the Quazi to arrive. Men as usual were sitting separately and the women were inside. But from the door she could see that most men were glancing towards the female crowd. She was feeling very stuffy in the overcrowded room and badly needed some fresh air. She got up from the group and crossed the room to reach for he door. Unknowingly she dropped her scented handkerchief on the floor very near to Baar. She pulled the veil and went out of the room.

Surely, he notice it. Without anyone’s knowledge he picked it up. It was a soft piece of pink cloth, well embroidered. He brought it close to his nose and took a deep breath. Hmm – piercing the fragrance came a faint smell of sweat of a woman. She must have wiped her face with this. Ahmad Baar had a fetish for women’s handkerchiefs and undergarments. He had a collection of hankys, bra and panties of his female conquests. He felt proud to display these sometimes among his fellow Mujahideens – after all, these were his gift from Allah for fighting the Holy war. So, is this again an opportunity offered by the Almighty? It was a long time he had tasted a woman. His hunting instinct got activated as he felt horny inside. He got up to go out. He had to find this girl.

It did not take a long time. He came out of the room and saw her standing at a distance looking the hill side. “Mohterma” he called, to draw her attention. She had removed her veil from her face to have some fresh air — now she turned around and looked at him. He had a full look of her beautiful face before she quickly covering it with her veil. “Subhan Allah – what a beauty” he thought. His eyes told that he was head over heels at her unusually beautiful looks. She had the colour of an angel. Her eyes were exceptionally large with hazel nut pupils. The lips were a perfect pout. Mentally he kissed her in a lip lock – he was overwhelmed by her attractiveness and he knew that he badly neede to have sex with her – he controlled himself somehow and said – “I think this ‘roomal’ is yours. He displayed the pink fragrant hanky on his palm like a gentleman. “Ooh I am so sorry i dropped it – you had to take the trouble to bring it back” – she said apologetically . Her cheeks became red due to embarrassment and she reached out to take the hanky. Her beautiful well manicured fingers flashed out of her Burqua. She had light pink nail polish on her fingers. She lightly touched her fingers on his palm a bit longer than necessary and finally took the handkerchief. She looked towards the ground as if in shame and said thanks to him.

“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Tabassum” she replied
“I have never seen you around here” he inquired with a smile
” I have recently joined as teacher in the local school” – she spoke in fluent Kashmiri
“O I see” he said – Yes he was seeing alright. All the while he talked his eyes were all over her body, stopping again and again at her breasts, hips and face, imagining how she would look without all those clothes. Well this was a bird he wanted for dinner tonight. He was already undressing her in his imagination. He was getting impatient. He must get what he needs because he is a Mujahideen for the cause of the Almighty, he was a freedom fighter and that too the top boss. She could feel his eyes piercing through her clothes. She felt awkward. “I have to go now – I am already late – but would love to see you again – you are fighting for us – you are a hero” she smiled and ran away. “Insha Allah – sooner than you think little bird” he muttered to himself. Baar came back to the room thinking how to trap her to subjugation. it has to be a ‘quicky’ because he has to leave for Pakistan tomorrow. He had a meeting at Balakot before he proceeds to Pindi to meet with his bosses.

THE TWILIGHT SAGA

The preparation took some time. She first had a fragrant bath. She took out few tablets from her purse and finely powdered them. She mixed it well with honey. She applied the preparation all over her both breasts. As she messaged her shapely breasts she remembered Ahmed Barr and his rough hands, hands that were quick to handle weapons. She went into imagination that Barr was handling her breasts. She loves rough handling, a hard squeeze. She could imagining him sucking at her full breasts one by one. Will he bite it hard if ever he gets a chance? He looked savage and raw. Very thought of his rough hands and the muscular body roused her senses. Her panty was getting wet at the thought of it. She could feel the juice flowing out and making it moist.
As usual, she checked her handbag to see if it had everything she needed. She slowly decked herself up for the night. She got into a flimsy pink night gown with intricate lace work. It was almost transparent revealing her curves. She took out her bra and panty. Her tight breasts and erect nipples stood out of the flimsy gown but she could hardly care. She took a light dinner and went to bed early.

But the thought of Ahmed Barr would not leave her. That man was really attractive. She had heard that these people do not get to take bath for days in jungle. She could imagine the raunchy smell from his body. Allah pardon me she thought. Does he shave down there? She didn’t think it likely. She imagined herself passing her slender fingers through his pubic hairs to reach his erect penis and hold it tight. How big can it be? – she tried to imagine. When her fingers had reached down to her own moist cunt between her thighs, she never knew. Her cunt was throbbing and she could not bear it any more. Slowly she closed her eyes, imagining that hunk of a man on her and started masturbating.

Her front open gown fell to the sides as she frantically fingered her clit – up and down, moving her hips with eyes closed and mentally already enjoying her sexual adventure with Ahmed. “Come Ahmed come and take me” – she thought as she imagined his hard phallus into her female delight. How long was it that she did not have a proper sex – an unmarried girl has to wait for a chance to appear – waiting eagerly for that God given chance. Finally she peaked and experienced the orgasm. Oh oh oh – a subdued whisper and a sound of pleasure automatically came out of her mouth. She felt satisfied and slid happily into bed.

THE KIDNAP

Suddenly, there was a knock at the doors, first a single one then followed by a frantic banging. “open up, open up quickly”- someone was shouting.. She sprang up from her bed and clutched a shawl to wrap around her. She opened the door looking surprised. A young boy, not more than 16 years was holding an AK47 right towards her head. Behind him there were two more men with guns. The boy barged in and shouted. “You have to come with us. You have to come. The Boss wants to see you” They did not listen to any protest and whisked her away. Just at the nick of time she could clutch her purse along. She was bundled in an SUV and they sped away in the dead of night.

She was immediately blindfolded and her hands were tied behind her back. She was almost sandwiched between two gunmen but surprisingly they were very cautious not to molest her – Tabassum was somewhat angry at the unexpected indifference. The young boy was sitting beside the driver at the front seat humming a famous Kashmiri love song – she could instantly catch the tunes –

Roz roz boz mein zaar madno

Daadiey chaaniey chas haa beymaar madno

Abide, beloved, stay; hear what I must say

Hear how I’m stricken with love; how I’ve become its prey

She could feel the car moving for sometime – almost half an hour – taking twists and turns on the mountain road. She guessed that the vehicle was negotiating a steep slope before coming to a halt. She was quickly pushed out of the car and led to a small room. The blindfold was removed. Someone ordered in a commanding voice to free her hands. She realized that she was in a dimly lit up room in a hut with no windows. Once her eyes got accustomed to the dim light she could see the silhouette of Ahmad Baar sitting at a table. So, its Baar afterall who fetched for her. She quickly pushed away her thoughts of maturbating on him last night and gathered courage to face him.

He was watching her very closely. He could see her voluptuous figure in the candle light. Since she didn’t wear a bra, he could clearly see the contours of her firm rounded breasts with beautiful nipples jutting through the flimsy night dress. He could imagine the pleasure of handling them tonight, all his to enjoy. It’s a pity he never met her before, he thought. What turned him on the most was the sight of her well shaved pubis between her shapely thighs. He just could not take his eyes off her.

“Can you explain all this?” she demanded in an angry voice. Annoyance was written all over her face but no fear. “Surprising – she has some guts” – he thought. He waived others to go out of the room. Suddenly she felt that he was gaping at her – his eyes were all over her body devouring every detail and then she realized that the shawl had quitely dropped off her shoulders. She quickly tried to cover herself but there was nothing to cover. She sat down at the chair in front of him and started crying. “I thought you were a gentleman. You are a warrior for our cause. I had very high ideas about you. But now I see I was wrong. Your men pulled me out of my bed. They did not even allow me to dress up soberly and put on my Burqua or at least my Hijab”. She was sobbing inconsolably with her head on the table. Her fragrant open hairs were spread in front of him. The silky texture was shining even in that dim candle light. He badly wanted to touch it and feel it and smell it deeply like a bunch of flowers. He took a deep breath. The aroma worked magic on him. Now she is on her table, served on plate. But he would not jump on her like a hungry wolf. He wanted to play with her first. He wanted to play the gentleman of her imagination. “Please lady forgive my men. Since the time I saw you at the wedding – You have captured my heart. I am a prisoner of yours. I was so impatient to meet you that I could not wait another day. I wanted to meet you tonight. Tomorrow early morning I am heading back to Pakistan for some important work. Before going i wanted to express my feelings for you. So, I had to send my men”

“Allah forgive me, Allah forgive me for being dressed like this in front of men. My honour is lost, my purity is lost, I am ashamed of myself” she kept on repeating hysterically. He walked up to the door and locked it from inside. He tried to be as gentle as he could and stood beside her. She was still sobbing with the face burried in her palms. He slowly placed his hands on her back. His first touch sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She looked up at Ahmed and said “Now tell me what do you want from me” – Her nighty had a low neckline. From the vantage point where he stood, he could clearly see her beautiful cleavage line and more. Her pink nipples on her milky white breasts was simply irresistible for Baar.

THE BIG CATCH

He liked what he saw. He knelt on the carpet in front of her, so that he could come closer to her boobs and get a good view of it. “Please don’t blame yourself. It is all my fault. My impatience led to all this. The Almighty should punish me instead of you”. He looked repentant. His hands were on her thighs. His face was so close to her that he could almost feel her warmth.

She waited for sometime. Her face was red with excitement at his touch. She placed her hands on his shoulder. “I can understand how you feel”. This was sign enough to let lose the emotions. He circled his arms around her shapely waistline and placed his head over the coveted boobs. She let her fingers go up from the shoulders to his neck. Her fine delicate finger creased through his beard and then on to his hairs. She pressed his head against her chest. He tried to get his hands between her thighs and feel for her already overflowing pussy. “Wait. Please stand up. Let your handmaid serve you first.” She said When he stood up, she slowly untied the thread of his salwar and let it slip, There was a huge bulge. The brief was stinking because of days without bath and change of clothes but she did not care.

Once the inner was removed, his manhood stood there erect with all its glory. She knew very well how to please men. She put the whole thing inside her throat and gave a good suck. Her lips again and again teased his circumscribed tool. Well, he had a really long one, she thought and ate it all over. The pleasure was intolerable for him and he moaned.

“Where did you learn all this?” he was a bit suspicious “Please don’t ask me. I have been badly tortured by the Indian Army. Those dogs took me and many other girls to their barracks and made us do unimaginable things. They used our body like a whore. The officers would make us suck their cocks at gunpoint and they would spray the cum on our face while cursing our land. It is unpardonable. Almighty punish all of them for their sins. They should go to hell”

EXPLOSIVE LOVE

By this time Ahmed’s Kameez was out. His well chiseled muscular body was a treat for her eyes. He pulled up her and swiftly removed her flimsy gown. She stood like a goddess in-front of him. He took a deep look at her face and exclaimed “Mashah Allah – your beauty is unparalleled. You are one of the promised virgins of heaven sent as a gift for me by the generous Almighty”.

She became shy and red with pleasure. “I am just your handmaid” she said in all humility. The candle light cast long silhouettes of their majestic bodies on the tin walls of the hut. They went into each others arms as the boundaries melted. Thick wall-to-wall Kashmiri carpet on the floor was their majestic bed.

They made love all over the place. “Why are your nipples so sweet?” he inquired. “they were getting cracked in cold. My mom told me to put some honey on it, Do you like it?” she asked “Very much – I have never tasted anything like this in my life” He joked while he sucked hard on her breasts. The stimulation made her wet inside and she could wait no more. “Come, fulfill my life with your love” – she begged. She opened her thighs to let him have a glimpse of her dripping cunt.

His time was running out – he had to leave as soon as possible. So he jumped on her like a wolf. He was violently making love to her. She moaned and cried in pleasure. She responded with equal enthusiasm thinking when that bloody drug will start taking effect. She had mixed a sedative tablet (Lorazepam) to the honey and Ahmed had licked it all – almost double the dose needed to make a full grown adult go to sleep in minutes. She moved mechanically in a trained manner under him making all the right moves while her mind raced through her next steps. Soon the force of banging started decreasing.

“Why am I feeling sleepy? I have to cross over tonight” he muttered

“Oh poor thing, you must be feeling tired. Rest in my arms for few more moments” she consoled.

She had to keep him busy for few more hours. Soon his sexual efforts got weaker and weaker before he finally fell asleep on her.

She quietly slid herself from under him and reached for her purse. she took out a miniature pen cam and quickly took his pictures and finger prints. She took out her lipstick from the purse. She parted his ass and with expert hands, she pushed the thing inside and fired. It was a small gun which would inject a temporary tracking device in his anus. In case he gave a slip, he can still be tracked among the forest. Finally she removed all the bullets from his gun.

Now, she sat on the table and took out her small make up mirror. She unfolded it and switched it on. The transmitter crackled to life.

“Medussa to Delta come in over – Medussa to delta come in – over” She whispered and waited.

“Delta to Medussa – whats up – over?”

“Egg has been laid – package ready for transport – please note position coordinates 34.2868°North and 74.4624°East – tin hut over the hilltop – i repeat – zero point at tin hut over the hilltop” she replied in a professional hushed voice

“Good job Medussa – coordinates noted – Keep the package safe till 0305 hours. Pick up team dispatched – over and out”

She sat there on the the chair with Ahmed Baar the dreaded terrorist at her feet. A lot of preparation had gone into this operation. The Indian Government had high priorities for arresting this man but he always managed to escape the net like a slippery fish. At last they had to take the help of their Special X-force commandos. Medussa was a top ranking officer of this elite force. Not many in the defense sector knows about this force. They report directly to the PMO. She was planted at a local school as a newly appointed teacher because there was unconfirmed information that Baar regularly visits this village.

Just few minutes before ‘Zero hour’ his trained sixth sense made him wake up. He tried hard to get up from his sleep and get dressed to go. “I was just going to wake you up – sadly you have to go. You fell asleep with your head just on my heart” she tried to play the sad love bird. He was not interested. He was already late. There was a bad taste in his mouth. He tried to get into his clothes. Just in time she pressed her full nude body against his hairy chest. Her nipples were pressing against his. She kissed him lightly on the neck and said “Can you love me one last time before you go? You will be away for such a long time (in jail she thought). Pakistani girls are more attractive than me. Please love me like a hero once more” and she nibbled at his nipples. She could feel the hardness coming back to his organs. She fondled with his testes to make him harder. “Please lie down and let me do this service to you for the last time” she said naughtily. Reluctantly he stretched on the floor while she rode his dick like a horse, first gently then violently. “please finish off where you left last night. Cum inside me with all your might and let me feel blessed” she goaded him as she rocked on him. Well, this was the right position to be if he tried to get up and run. He gave all he could and the bastard cummed inside her.

Suddenly, there were sounds of gunfire outside. There were warning shouts and he tried to jump from underneath her. “Don’t try to move honey, your papa is coming to take you home” she hissed as she held her sleek .22 service revolver at his neck. There was surprise and fear in his eyes. He tried to struggle but by now the crying fragile girl had turned into a well trained fighting machine. Her grip at his neck was strong. His limp cock was still inside her while she sat tight on him. Her legs had pinned down both his hands.

With one last ditched effort he freed himself from under her and reached for his gun. He pointed his gun at her and snarled – “You traitor I will kill you”. While the men from Z team broke the door and barged into the room he pressed the trigger. To his horror no bullets came out. He was completely outsmarted. The men jumped on him and nabbed him.

Now that her mission was over, she unhurriedly got into her nighty and coolly walked out of the hut with a blanket on her shoulder. The perimeter was now secured and teamed with armed forces. She could see the surprise and contempt on the face of Ahmed Baar while he was led away by the forces to the waiting vehicle. Well, he had sufficient reasons to be angry at her. Now he knew that he would spend rest of his life in jail. What he did not know however, was that he is now infected with the dreaded HIV virus. Within ten years from now he will develop symptoms of the disease. No one will ever know how he got it and he will slowly die in captivity. No trial, no torture, no hanging but yet the enemy will be dead. This is the smartness of the X force. She smiled and felt good about a job well done. She took out her transmitter and said “Medussa reporting to X force – mission accomplished – package on its way to storehouse – over and out.”

At tea table next day she saw that the arrest of Ahmed Baar had made headline news. Officer in charge of the Z team took all the credit of nabbing the terrorist. She smiled to herself. Oblivion is the fate of X force fighters she thought.

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