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   THE GURU CHAPTER 1 TO 3 - SYNOPSIS

   About Kali, the Goddess of Kundalini.

   Kali Mah has many names; the Goddess of Kundalini, the Black Mother, the
Serpent Goddess, the Demon Goddess, the Goddess of Death...  just to name a
few.  Kali's most common four-armed iconographic image shows each hand
carrying variously a sword, a trishul (trident), a severed head and a bowl
or skull-cup (kapala) catching the blood of the severed head.  The sword
signifies divine knowledge and the human head signifies human ego, which
must be slain by divine knowledge in order to attain moksha.  The other two
hands (usually the right) are in the abhaya (fearlessness) and varada
(blessing) mudras, which means her initiated devotees (or anyone worshiping
her with a true heart) will be saved, as she will guide them here and in
the hereafter.  In some, less common depictions, she carries a wriggling
serpent.

   About Guru Swami Vishnu dubbed `Shaitan Guru of Kolkata'.

   Controversy seemed to enshroud this illusive man that had been labeled
as the `Shaitan Guru of Kolkata'.  Shaitan means literally devil or evil
spirit and as the Guru Swami Vishnu notoriety grew, so did his cultish
following that rode upon the wave of alternative eastern medicines and
healing power through extreme yoga and tantric sex spawn from what was
referred to as the `Fire of Kundalini'.

   It had been alleged that the Guru Swami Vishnu and his inner circle of
brahmacharis (novice monks) were all in fact homosexual pedophiles,
rapists, murderers and even cannibals; that they worshiped some kind of
hermaphroditic serpentine deity that demanded perverted sex orgies as well
as human sacrifices to sate demonist appetites.

   Of course, these outrageous claims were never substantiated, mainly
because those that had accused the Guru Swami Vishnu simply seemed to
disappear.  To better understand this wicked man and his wayward disciples,
our protagonist, Lewis Gracie, a young, handsome and homosexual private
detective poses as a `potential follower'.  Once inducted Lewis quickly
realizes that he is out of his depth and in danger of losing his mind as
well as his life.



   THE GURU - CHAPTER 1 (2,089 WORDS)

   "In tantric sex," says the Guru Swami Vishnu, "there is no final goal of
achieving an orgasm.  Instead of leading your intimate time with this goal,
surrender yourself to the moment and see where the Serpent Goddess will
take you.  The idea here is that you cannot achieve a full body orgasm
until you have evoked the Serpent Goddess (Kundalini) to wind her way up
each of your chakras, beginning with the Svadhistana (genitals), followed
by the Muladhara (base of spine), the Manipura (navel), Anahata (heart,
sacred love), Visshuda (vocal chords, communication/ expression), Ajna
(third eye), and finally the Sahasrara (crown, brain/pineal gland)."

   The interrogation.

   Lewis Gracie was a young private detective.  He was in his late twenties
but often taken to be much younger than his biological age.  He was of
slight physique with dark burgundy shoulder-length hair.  Some would say
that he was handsome; some would say he just blended in - the latter being
good as lately taken to deal mostly with martial affairs and the
surveillance of the unfaithful.  The problem was that the work was
irregular, did not really pay well and more recently there had been a
dwindling supply of adulterers to support his bank account.

   This was the status quo until he was asked to help out with supportive
services...  some so-called `dirty work' that local enforcement officers
did not have the time for.  The Deputy District Attorney, Mrs.  Michelle
Powers, had always had a slight crush on Lewis and that had proved to be
useful leverage.  Lewis was not really into older women; in fact he was not
really into women full stop.  But Lewis was a pragmatic guy and knew the
Office of the District Attorney's Office paid regularly.  So he jumped at
the chance and flirted to maintain the illusion of a mutual attraction that
could never be realized for a second reason as Michelle was not about to do
anything behind her husband back - so it remained a convenient fantasy and
one that Lewis of the beneficiary of.

   So there was Lewis in one of the many the dingy old interrogation rooms.
The victim, Adam De Santigo, was a Caucasian male, college student that
majored in political science and was aged nineteen years old.  Lewis drew
the last drag from his filtered cigarette and stubbed it out in the
overflowing ashtray.  The room stank of stale tobacco and metallic sweat.

   "Mr.  Santigo I'm on your side here.  It says here that on August 24,
you were subjected to mind-control techniques and subsequently abused by
this so-called Guru Swami Vishnu and his Indian disciples?"

   "Yes." Answered the victim without looking up.

   "Aha.  Right.  I read the report and it doesn't add up.  Can you tell me
it in your words what exactly happened on the evening of the
twenty-fourth?"

   "Well.  I was in pain..."

   The pain in Adam De Santigo's arms and legs had become intolerable over
the pass few months.  He had tried many things to alleviate the problem,
none of which really helped his situation - albeit painkillers to relieve
the chronic pain.  It was all very temporary.

   He could not remember who had made the recommendation to see the
visiting Guru Swami Vishnu.  But upon arrival at his so-called temporary
treatment temple, Adam had an immediate feeling of regret.  He had been
there no longer than fifteen minutes, alone in the outer waiting room, when
Adam had made up his mind that this was not going to help and that he was
wasting his time.  It smelt funny and there was that strange Indian drum
music.  He was about to get up and leave when the dark exotic man opened
the inner door and called his name.

   "Mister Adam?"

   "Yes." Adam looked in the direction of the sultry dark voice.

   "I am Indra - one of the Swami's brahmacharis (novice monks)."

   Adam had always considered himself a typical heterosexual male, though
he was currently between girlfriends; he usually never had problems finding
available female partners.  Despite what he knew about himself, he seemed
strangely drawn to this character dressed in a long dark grey sherwani and
elegant bare feet.  The well-groomed man smiled with perfect white teeth -
truly a Hollywood smile.

   "The Guru is ready for you now." Announced Indra with more than a hint
of Hindi accent.  He gestured towards the open doorway.

   "Maybe...  I should come back another time." Adam mumbled meekly.

   "Please Mister Adam, I am sure you are a very busy student with lots of
papers to complete.  You mentioned that your pain is unbearable.  It will
not take a moment.  The Guru is here to help you."

   Still unsure of himself and of the whole situation, Adam stood up and
followed Indra through the doorway and into the adjoining room.  The inner
temple felt much warmer than the outer rooms and the glow of indirect light
made the treatment area anything but clinical.  Within a minute, sweat had
started to flow at his armpits and trickle down his spine.  Indra indicated
for Adam to remove his footwear and socks as he stepped onto the rugged
floors covered with what appeared to be authentic antique Agra carpets
lining the floor in exotic reds, oranges, and gold.

   Inside the pungency of bitter, musky incense seemed to be far more
intense; with a potent mixture of Galbanum, Ferutinine, Tenuferidine and
Feroline; their powerful aphrodisiac qualities stirred Adam's reluctant
loins.

   "You are experiencing chronic pain in your limbs?" Inquired Indra.

   "Yes, it's my arms and legs..." Replied Adam.

   "Please remove your clothing, so that the Guru may examine you."
Explained Indra as he assisted Adam to remove his shirt and pants.  "It
will be best to remove...  everything." Insisted the Swami's devotee.

   Adam's discomfort with nudity seemed multiplied by his unnatural arousal
in front of the Swami's disciple, Indra.  Adam stripped naked.  It was
about the cure.  He would not have to see these people again, once his
problem was settled.

   xxxxx

   The strange deception.

   Indra smiled to himself as he noticed the patient's obvious sexual
arousal.  It was a positive signal for what was about to occur.  This sham.
The Shaitan Swami had been accused of many things in Kolkata including
theft, murder and sexual misconduct with his under-aged brahmacharis, but
of course nothing had been proven.  Witnesses simply disappeared.  Indra
felt his own cock stir as he drew a deep breath for the aphrodisiac smoke.
Soon his cock would be buried deep in the anus of this young student. 
Indra's lustful taste for young men and boys was only rivaled by that of
the Guru himself, whose daily carnal needs must be appeased.  Soon Mister
Adam's bank accounts would be emptied, everything he owned would be signed
over to the Swami and his new life, as a devotee would begin in the Kolkata
ashram as a sexual slave dedicated to the worship of the androgynous
Serpent Goddess, Kali Mah.

   "Please relax Mister Adam." Cooed Indra with only the slightest hint of
impatience...  "The Guru is meditating the power of the `Fire of Kundalini'
- it is the source of life, spontaneous power and male sexual prowess... 
it will enable you to overcome any pain or suffering."

   Adam sat down on the floor before the Swami, whose blurred outline could
be seen behind the light fabric curtain.  Adam felt Indra's strong fingers
massaging his painful arms and upper thighs as he knelt before the
translucent screen.

   Adam began to notice the bizarre artworks that covered the tent-like
walls of the room - strange homo-erotic images of naked men and boys all as
erect as he was...  they seemed to be worshiping at the feet of
black-skinned shaitans (demons) with talons, reptilian wings and with both
breasts and long serpent-like penises.

   The strange Indian music was more unsettling than relaxing - a cacophony
of unfamiliar instruments and insistent chanting voices - urging a strange
kind of sexuality.  The combination of his own nudity and the ensuing
arousal from Indra's potent touch was more than he could stand.  His tip of
his erect penis was beginning to pool with clear lubricants.  He had to
leave.  He could not take anymore.

   "Mister Adam.  Remember how you want to see.  Remember how his words
must be followed.  Remember your love for the Guru."

   Indra's words were completely hypnotic.  Adam blinked.  He felt no pain;
he felt no desire to leave; he felt compelled by Indra's sensuous voice and
luxuriating fingertips as they caressed him.  Adam tried hard to remember
exactly what it was that he was supposed to remember.  He could not.  The
harder he tried to remember, the harder it was to recall.  He wanted
desperately to see the Guru.  Yes.  The Guru was the key.  He was here for
the Guru.

   "Mister Adam.  Remember how his words must be followed.  Remember your
love for the Guru.  Remember how you worship him."

   He trusted the Guru as his words were to be followed to the letter. 
Yes. Yes.  His memory became clearer.  He remembered his deep appreciation
and love for the wise old Guru.  The Guru would set him free.  No pain...
only pleasure.

   Indra had removed his sherwani and continued to stimulate Adam's limbs.
Adam seemed more relaxed than before as he kneel before the shrouded
curtain in a lotus position, facing the Swami's outline awaiting his
wisdom. From behind, Indra massaged Adam's limbs as he explained about the
`Fire of Kundalini' - he mentioned the mantras, the enlightenment of the
Goddess, of super-sensational feelings deep within the sexual self.

   As he talked about more and more about sexuality, about sex magick,
about tantric sex, about phallic worship, about the sexual worship of the
Guru...  a profane ritual of masturbation, fellatio, anal sex...  the
sacred opening of sphincters during the act of sodomy as a holy
consecration...  Indra's brushed continuously against Adam's erection,
allowing the back of his hand to dance softly against Adam's cock and
testicles whilst stroking the soft muscle tissue of Adam's legs.  His
fingers burrowed beneath Adam's thighs and gingerly teased his anal
opening, sending electric beads of pleasure between his anus and his
scrotum - pressing and stimulating his perineum.

   Adam closed his eyes, he felt suddenly very sleepy.  His trust was
complete.  His cock throbbed urgently...  wantonly.  He needed Indra to
touch him, he desired Indra to grasp his throbbing erection, to masturbate
him hard and fast - to bring him to a cum-drenching orgasm.

   "The most powerful chakra is called the `sex chakra' and his two inches
below the navel." Cooed Indra as he stimulated this sensitive area to
induce their new follower.  As he lent forward against Adam's back, he
pressed his own wet-headed erection against Adam, rubbing himself up and
down against his spine.

   Adam could now feel the oily sexual flesh of Indra's full erection as he
knelt behind him.  Indra's hand closed around Adam's manhood in a tight
fist and firmly massaging Adam's cock - stroking his rigid flesh up and
down in time with the throbbing beating of the strange Indian music.

   "Mister Adam.  Remember how his words must be followed.  Remember your
love for the Guru.  Remember how you worship his cock with your mouth,
hands and anus."

   Adam dreamily watched the fabric curtain rise to expose the Swami seated
behind.  The Shaitan Swami was old and wriggled; his white haired
dreadlocks fell down over his bony shoulders and chest.  Behind his was an
idol of the Black Kali, the androgynous demon goddess - celebrated as the
goddess of perversity, of sexual obsession, of rape, of pederasty...

   Adam watched in awe.  The naked old Swami slowly stood up.  His white
bearded face looked pasty and wrinkled.  His skin had an awful greasy waxed
texture to it.  The stench of stale urine accosted his senses.  His right
hand was slow beating the foreskin of his erect python of a penis -
masturbating him self while approaching Adam.  Adam could not move.  He was
paralyzed.  He just stared at the Swami's phallus that was so enormous that
its bulbous reddened cock head reach up over his saggy stomach and crowned
in line with his shallow bony chest and dark nipples.

   He was hideous yet beautiful...  disgusting yet divine...  and Adam
thought only of his adoration for the Shaitan Swami's oily penis, the
desire to appeasing him with his mouth, hands and anus - to do anything and
everything that the `Shaitan Guru of Kolkata' wanted.  He would kill and
eat a baby at the will of his new Master.

   THE GURU - CHAPTER 2 (2,041 WORDS)

   "Hinduism dictates that Kundalini is a Serpent Goddess who lies dormant
at the base of our spine, coiled, waiting for us to unlock her energy
through a combination of meditation, yoga, and sacred sex.  The Guru Swami
Vishnu prefers to describe this awakening as an explosion of our psychic
FIRE.  The bestial spirit uses only six percent of the mind's potential to
see and understand the world around it.  The enlightened spirit dedicated
to Kali Mah uses 94 percent of the mind's capacity, allowing it to enter a
hypersexually transformational journey from bestial dormancy to complete
sacred ecstasy.

   The dawn of wickedness.

   The Shaitan Swami's eyes looked upon the Serpent Goddess - the blessed
Goddess.  It had been so many decades ago that he had first drawn to her.
He had been so young and pure then.

   The Guru Swami Sinha had been his teacher once - a long time ago.  He
had shared the Secret Temperaments of Earth, Water and Air with him and he
had been so thirsty for the sacred knowledge.  They were the building block
on which his learned teachings had been articulated - they were both
elementary for achieving spirituality.

   When young Vishnu asked about the Fire Temperament the Swami explained
about its unpredictability.  The Swami had been a profoundly knowledgeable
man and influence on the young Vishnu, who sort to heal the world of its
pain and suffering.

   "You see the Fire Temperament can bring great creation but also great
destruction.  After contemplation for most of my life, I believe the Fire
Temperament to be that which binds the others together; separate yet more
potent in its ability to transmute magical forces that we sometimes refer
to as energy.  But in its power, it can both of lightness and darkness."

   The ever-conscientious student could not see how such an energy could
ever be dark in nature?  Surely being able to harness the power of the Fire
Temperament would be a mastery of its own?

   "You see the `Fire of Kundalini' is highly sexual in nature...  though
it is said that in fact all religions are sexual in their origin - this
power is omnipresent and impossible to fathom." Explained Sinha.

   "When one observes the aboriginal religions, that is, the religions of
the different tribes of Indo-America or Africa or Asia, one can directly
evidence that in all those religions, in all those cults, there is a
mixture of sexuality with mysticism, that is to say, of what is religious
with what is erotic.  One is amazed when seeing in India that type of
temples or pagodas where our gods and goddesses are found in erotic
postures, copulating."

   "Great processions were celebrated where sensual priestesses walked with
enormous erect phalluses made from sacred wood.  In those times the phallus
was not considered something vulgar like we do in this day and age, rather
they rendered it true reverence.  They also rendered reverence to the yoni,
that is to say, to the sexual feminine organ." Continued Guru Sinha.

   "The `Fire of Kundalini' is not only fundamental and sexual...  its is
also very unstable as it does not just transmute one energy form to
another, it can be a destructive and disruptive force that can lead to
corruption, perversion and awaken the darkness.  Think of the Serpent
Goddess Kali.  She is both creator and destroyer." Cautioned the wise Guru.

   Vishnu was impatient.  He thought that the Guru was not telling him the
whole story.  He had on occasion felt the immerse power that seemed trapped
between various states of matter during meditation - could this force be
used for the greater good?  If released into the hands of someone pure and
innocent, surely it would only advance the healing process of the world?

   Looking back the older Guru remembered how he as a young follower had
been rash and had gone against the better judgment of his teacher.  He had
read in the Gnostic scriptures that the Serpent Goddess, also known as the
Goddess of Kundalini, held the key to open the doorway to the power of
Fire; that she could be called upon in deep meditation to bring forth what
Vishnu quested - the great healing power.

   It was then, in the meditation dream that she first appeared to him. 
Vishnu knew this vision to be more than just another dream - as he had many
dreams before, most were vague and indistinct in their substance.  This was
different to dreaming.  This was vivid, bright, focused, and powerful and
made his fearful in its realism.  There in the meditation vision he saw her
naked black-blue skin shinning with sexual perspiration.  He smelt sour
vinegar and spice.  At first Vishnu was afraid of her - her long red forked
tongue that poked through vampiric teeth, her necklace of dried bone
skulls, her weapons held aloft, the trophy head with bloody sinus dripping
from its severed neck and the bright pink flesh of her yoni open and wet.
But as he attempted to quell his fear, he started to appreciate the
exquisiteness of her beautiful features and sultry face; her eyes seemed to
contain a great sadness that captivated young Vishnu.  He was drawn to the
firmness of her ample bosoms, each beating breast was tipped with hardened
pierced nipples; her many arms moving around her as she sensually danced in
a slow and very provocative manner.  In one of these many hands she held
aloft a wriggling Serpent - its reptilian eyes seemed to focus on Vishnu.
And Vishnu was drawn to it too.

   Goddess of Kundalini stirred the young Vishnu and called upon him to be
completely naked and to stroke his manhood before her.  The young Vishnu
did not understand what that meant, as Guru Swami Sinhu had not taught him
such things.  Yes, he had mentioned the deeply sexual meaning within the
origins of all religions and faiths - but this seemed a very direct
translation of this sentiment.  At first the Goddess laughed at the boy's
sexual naivety but also seemed to revel in her corruption of his last
vestiges of innocence.  She pointed her be-ringed finger at Vishnu's penis
that had become excited to the state of erection before her blue-black
nakedness.  The Serpent's eye bore down upon him; it coiled itself around
his arm and whispered secretively into the young boy's ears.  Vishnu
blushed and then allowed his small bony fingers to brush the underside of
his hard little penis and tight-skinned testicles as he knelt before the
wicked Goddess...  his Goddess.

   As Vishnu's meditation vision unfolded, he found himself dancing naked
like a temple prostitute before the Goddess of Kundalini.  The evil Goddess
presided over the orgy ritual of sacred sex.

   Vishnu was not alone.  In fact he found himself surrounded by other
naked boy followers.  He felt the power.  He felt the `Fire of Kundalini'
between is legs.  As they all danced in perfect synchronization with each
other, their young nubile bodies moved in vulgar thrusts to the sensual
beat of the mrdangam, Vishnu's young cock felt wet and hard between his
small fingers as he slide them up and down, as all the boys
masturbation-danced in unison before their audience with the Fire Demon.

   The Corruption.

   Once awakened to it, the young Vishnu quickly became addicted to the
copious amount of his own self-pleasuring - the exquisite delights of solo
masturbation as he edged for hours meditating in his own strange world of
autoerotism that filled him with escalating darkness and perversity of
thoughts.

   The visions became more frequent.  The Fire Demon and her Serpent,
preached more and more about the joys of perverted sexuality, about sex
magick, about tantric sex, about phallic worship, about the sexual worship
of the Goddess Demon and her wicked Serpent.  They filled his head with
ever stranger and increasingly extreme exotic desires.  Vishnu meditation
vision that had started out as ritual of male masturbation now turned
towards the joys of self-fellatio in which Vishnu was instructed by the
Serpent to urinate into his own mouth and then to drench himself in his own
hot salty piss.

   Soon all that Vishnu thought about was sex with other young boys his age
or even younger - in these fantasies, like him, they were all thin, pale
and androgynous; if he was not imagining sucking their hard little cocks;
sharing urine-flavored kisses; he imagined licking them eagerly in
scatological analingus.  The Serpent told Vishnu about the sacred opening
of sphincters during the act of sodomy - claiming it was a holy
consecration.

   It was in a mediation vision that Vishnu watched the evil Serpent coil
its yard-long reptilian body around the upper thighs of the black-blue
Goddess as it slivered upwards towards her hot, wet cunt lips, plumping
with the blood of arousal.  The Serpent's long forked-tongue flicked in and
out of its open fanged-mouth as it sang in wicked hisses.  The Serpent's
head moved hypnotically back and forth as if in a carnal dance.  Poised
before the Goddesses aroused crotch, it curled its upper body in front of
her as it teased her disdained clitoris that looked just like a miniature
cock.  Red, hard and throbbing.  Vishnu gawked at her undulating labia that
quivered as they opened and closed willing the Serpent to advance.  As they
flared wider, Vishnu could see inside - the bright pink flesh of the
Goddess' fuck tunnel that opened like a flower then gaped as the Serpent's
head darted forward and began to wriggle itself between her labia pressing
itself upwards inside its Goddess.

   "Aarrghhhhhhhhhhh..." She groaned with ecstasy as more of the Serpent's
ribbed length entered her.

   Vishnu watched in wonderment as the Serpent's entire length had entered
the Goddess' body; only its tapered tail remained hanging for a brief
moment before even that disappeared upwards inside the bright pinkness of
her hairless gash.  The Goddess began to dance vigorously and chant vile
words - Vishnu could feel the evil sex magick at work and he felt
overwhelmed in fear, anxiety and lust all at the same time.  He roared at
its shear addictiveness, thrashed his foreskin back and forth like crazy.

   The Goddess convulsed with the effects of the wriggling Serpent inside
of her.  Finally, she screamed out loud - a harrowing scream of orgasmic
delight, as she seemed to reach a new climax every few seconds - her
vaginal lips flowed with copious fluids and quivered uncontrollably. 
Vishnu thought he was witnessing the re-emergence of her Serpent from
within the divine mother; but as the crowning head came forth, it was
something else that appeared much more phallic in form, as her new cock
telescoped outwards and curved upwards from between her open legs.  Vishnu
bucked wildly and groaned loudly, his hot semen sprayed in heavy loads. 
Thick threads of stickiness pulsed from the eye of his cocklet, over his
own face and chest, as the dark vision of his Goddess was completed before
his eyes.  He panted in exhaustion at the glorious sight of the androgynous
Goddess...  the phallic Goddess...  the cock Goddess.

   The world went black.

   Vishnu awake suddenly.  It was as if he broke the surface after being
engulfed by a breaking ocean wave.  The dusty air filled his lungs.  He was
unsure how long he had been lying alone on the floor in his brahmacharis
chambers.  His naked body ached all over and his chest and lower face were
covered in the dried emissions of his mediatory orgasm.  Had he witnessed
the Fire Temperament?  Had he seen the power of transformation?  He could
only be overwhelmed by the immensity of its creative powers.  He though of
the obscene Goddess, her wicked Serpent and how they had conjoined to form
this new and more powerful sexual demon.  He should have felt revolt for
the disgusting and depraved thoughts that they preached to him... 
debauched acts they willed him to part-take in.  Violent, sexual, perverted
thoughts!  But the young Vishnu did not feel any disgust or remorse, quite
the contrary.  All he could think amount was the incredible surge of
power...  he must master this power.  He wanted it more than anything
else...  and to get it, he would kneel before this Goddess and pray for the
blessing of her dark energy.

   THE GURU - CHAPTER 3 (2,043 WORDS)

   "It is generally understood that the Muladhara Chakra, or Root Chakra,
is completely interwoven with the sexual organs and when Kundalini is
awakened there is a inseparable relationship between them." Preached the
Perverted Guru to his naked and excited students.  "It is easy then to
understand why part of the Kundalini process can be to feel the extremes of
sexual activity and, conversely, inactivity.  A person experiencing K will
feel a hyperactive sexual drive ~ whilst for other people with unawakened K
or simply lesser appetites, this may be problematic."

   The disappearance.

   Lewis was not convinced by the victim's strange account of the events on
the day in question - quiet the opposite.  All this talk of hypnosis, power
words, mind control and his subsequent recollection of oral and anal rape
by some mystical Indian Swami and his entourage was not just too
incredulous, it was frankly ridiculous.  There had to be another
explanation.  To his way of thinking nobody `thought clearly' in these
situations, no matter what they pretended.  Being lucid amidst a crisis is
not possible and in the foggy glimpses of our mind, victims tried to make
sense of it the best they could - and despite the need to be factual in
criminal cases, victims hung onto their preconceived notions of the truth,
colored by beliefs, opinions and prejudices, and compared to the haphazard
way of which the unfolding events were, even the goofiest opinions seemed
wonderfully clear, sane and self-evident to them.

   That's right, the college boy had obviously seen one-too-many crime
horror movies or in a self-delusional state of homophobia.  Whatever
happened, there would have been a logical explanation, and it certainly
bared no resemblance to the part spiritual, part religious, part
mumbo-jumbo that the student had reported in his statement to the police.

   Still Lewis had to get to the bottom of it.  That was his role.  If
there was some kind of wrong doing, or a criminal offense to be punished
that would be up to the law enforcement to take care of.  His job was one
of simple investigation and surveillance.  Disturbingly, it did ignite
Lewis' morbid fascination and at maybe a subliminal level aroused him
sexually.  He shrugged it off.

   The address of the so-called treatment rooms had proven not to be a
dead-end.  Though there was nothing left of what the victim had described
as the Swami's den of iniquity, with pornographic decor and a large phallic
goddess.  Lewis found that the occupants had recently moved interstate. 
This could also be a sham.  They well maybe out of their jurisdiction - but
the Office required him to follow the lead, so the file could be officially
closed as the victim had reported a felony rape.  They would pay for the
travel and his daily expenses, plus the normal day rate for his services -
so who was he to complain.

   A fleeting reference in a `missing persons report' mentioning the `Fire
of Kundalini' proved to provide a new location upstate towards the northern
county border.  He would take a drive and see what that all meant.

   The trail led to some small nondescript town in the middle of nowhere,
but more importantly to the missing persons report for a student Charles
William Smith.  Mister Smith had disappeared.  It happens.  A coincidence?
He was twenty-two.  A student.  His family had filed the report and
mentioned something about a strange account involving an Indian Swami and
the `Fire of Kundalini'.  The Kundalini was a mystic enchantment that
supposes to cure afflictions of both physical and mental nature.  It seemed
to support Mr.  Santigo complaint.

   In the police report there was a printed flyer.  The cover exclaimed
some exaltations of the `Great Guru Swami Vishnu' proclaiming the true
bliss and health benefits of his alchemistic treatment; the awakening of
the `Kundalini' (the coiled one); and the blessing of the Serpentine
Goddess.  The image was stranger than the prodigious wording - this
multi-armed goddess of Indian origin was completely naked with the breasts
of a well-endowed woman, but rising from the so-called `Kundalini' chakra
between her thighs was a large snake-like penis - more homoerotic and
obscene than divine or sacred.  Lewis unclipped the flyer and slipped it
into his pocket.

   Further investigation provided Lewis with a lose pattern - several
missing persons, all young males ranging in age from twelve to early
twenties, all seeking some form of health or lifestyle enhancement, all
never seen again.  He would have to talk to Adam De Santigo again - as he
seemed to be the only fish-that-got-away.  He would drop in on him and ask
a few more questions.

   Returning to Mister Santigo's family residence he found the young man
standing naked and staring out of the window of his bedroom.  Santigo did
not move a muscle.  Lewis closed the door and sat on the boy's bed.

   "Mister Santigo.  May I call you Adam?"

   The boy did to say anything.  In fact he made no movement at all, not
even to acknowledge the presence of the detective in his room.  Lewis could
not help but admire the boy's tight young buttock.  But this was not the
time and place.

   "Adam, I know it maybe painful to recall, but is there anything further
that you can tell me about your assailants?  This Guru and his assistant...
I am trying to locate them, but haven't had a lot of luck.  The trail has
gone cold.  What...  what can you tell me about your `escape'?  Did they
let you go?  What happened?"

   "They were going to take me to the ashram in Kolkata.  I was to become a
disciple to the Guru Swami Vishnu.  It would be there that I would learn to
worship the Serpent Goddess and to dedicated my life to service of my new
family."

   "But you didn't go?  Why?" Lewis pressed him harder.

   "There was some confusion.  They said I was tainted."

   "Tainted?"

   "The Guru was very angry.  He was upset with his Brahmacharis."

   "I'm not sure why...  you know they violated me in the most humiliating
way...  they were going to kill me...  but I was tainted, so they changed
their mind and left in a big hurry."

   "Where too?"

   "Kolkata I think."

   "Kolkata, India?" Asked Lewis.  The story was getting more incredulous
by the minute - this was definitely out of his jurisdiction.

   "The ashram is where they take all the new disciples - to be initiated
into the Guru's sacred family...  the Goddess is so beautiful, so sensual,
so sexual."

   "I went back to the place.  But there was no sign of any evil altar,
demon snake-like goddess or perverted artworks?"

   "It was there I tell you.  It was all there!" The boy sat down next to
Lewis and began to cry.

   Lewis patted him on the shoulders.  "What can you tell me about the
brahmaci?"

   "Brahmacharis." Adam corrected him.  His voice was cracking.

   "Yes, the brahmacharis...  what can you tell me about the brahmacharis?"

   "I'm not gay.  I've never been with other guys before.  I mean its sick
right?  It's like unnatural.  Touching another guy's dicks and all. 
Sucking on some ugly old guy's knob that's drooling in cum and stinking of
urine?  Having anal sex?  It's sick and perverted.  But I don't know what
he did to me...  he made me like them I guess.  I was out of my mind.  One
minute, I was there because of the pains I get in my arms and legs...  and
next I'm have sex with these filth old niggers!"

   "Niggers?  They were black?"

   "No, no...  I mean niggers from India.  Queer old nigger demons... 
Kolkata faggots who made me do disgusting things with them.  Oh my God!  It
was horrid."

   xxxxx

   The Induction.

   It had been a few months since the interview and the subsequent
disappearing act of the so-called `Shaitan Guru of Kolkata'.  Lewis had
long completed his reporting on all that he had encountered and was already
involved with another more routine surveillance-type assignment, when a
breakthrough in the case came through in the form of a sighting of similar
activities across the border.  The detective had been requested to proceed
with caution as the number related disappearances of young men and boys had
now doubled.

   Lewis recognized a similar flyer that boasted of miracle cures for a
wide range of health problems and it was his intention to present himself
as a potential patient to gain access and gather evidence against this
strange Kolkata cult.  Though the evidence was mostly circumstantial - in
Lewis's estimations, there was no smoke without fire...  be it the `Fire of
Kundalini'...

   As Adam de Santigo had described the situation to him during the
interview, Lewis faked muscle spasms and constant pain in his thighs as he
also faked his age as 20 years old.  It would not be difficult to believe
he was only 20 years, as Lewis looked much younger than his actual age. 
Under the assumed alias of William Boer he managed to secure a time to meet
the Guru.  He would go alone for now - as this all may pan out to be
legitimate.  But in the back of his mind, Lewis contented with other
elements of the alleged mind control and rape.

   There in the so-called treatment rooms of the Guru's makeshift temple,
Lewis awaited to meet with the great man himself.  Maybe there would be a
bonus in this one for him from Mrs.  Powers - as he was going far beyond
his mandate of surveillance.

   From what he had witnessed so far the whole exercise was beginning to
look like it could turn out to be a gigantic waste of time.  That was all
about the change.  The refined Indian gentlemen that had initially asked
him to wait in the antechamber had returned.  He was no longer wearing is
long dark grey sherwani, but had changed into a simple white dhoti.  He had
introduced himself as Indra - one of the Swami's brahmacharis (novice
monks).  Now Indra ushered him into the darkened area beyond.  Indra closed
the door behind them and Lewis immediately felt stifled by the temperature
of the makeshift temple.

   The man called Indra had asked Lewis to remove first his footwear and
then undress.  Indra seemed to busy him self with the preparation of some
medicated oils that he would be administering to Lewis's fake injuries. 
Lewis found his eyes starring at the sensual Indra's almost naked body. 
His eye traveled over the young man's coffee colored sinus of lithe muscle.
He looked away, not wanting to dare allow him to become too aroused, but as
he glanced around the at the embellished walls, Lewis caught sight of what
Santigo had described to him in his interview as `the highly pornographic
images' of strange demons and young boys engaged in an epic battle of
hands, mouths, cocks and anuses.  His cock stiffened against his will.

   The strong smell of herbs and spices tickled his nose and as he breathed
in he felt increasing his unwanted arousal.  He had never felt so aroused
before.  Was it some kind of drug or the strange erotic decor that brought
him immediately to a full erection and a deliciously tantalizing and
euphoric feeling deep in his testicles?  Lewis was not sure, but thought
that this was evidence that supported the witness's statements.  The fog of
sexuality seemed to be preventing his analytical mind to focus.

   When Indra finally returned his attention to the young man he thought
was William Boer and requested that `Mr.  Billy' remove even his underwear,
Lewis's erection was hard to conceal.  There was a moment where he
considered collecting his clothing and bolting out the door, but Indra
slipped from his white dhoti and stood equally naked, equally erect before
Lewis.

   Indra seemed to grin encouragingly at Lewis and signaled that `Mr. 
Billy' should kneel on a soft carpet before the translucent screen.  Mr. 
Billy seemed mesmerized, lost in the moment.  His cock drooled with pre-cum
as his hungry mouth salivated at the thought of sucking Indra's dark hot
meat.

   To be continued...

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