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  THRILLER

  VENOMOUS VENGEANCE

  THRILLER

  STEPHEN HILL

  Copyright 2015

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  Contents

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  The Bright side of Love.

  Death of a New Leader.

  A New Lease of Life.

  The Close Call.

  The Last Lay.

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  Summary

  Smarting at their defeat at the hands of a lone commando the high command of the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam prepares to launch their venomous Vengeance on the people of the village whose chief is Mahasen. They plan to kill every single individual, man woman and child for their humiliation. Before the LTTE elite corps could launch their attack the notorious leader, Raaki, from the nearby camp confronts the lone commando, who happens to be Captain ‘Killer’ Kelly.

  EXCERPT:

  He raised up and gazed at those erect, ripe apples that had tantalized him so often in her loose blouse. He drew her closer, traced the outlines of her breasts with the fingertips of both hands, trailed them with a faint tickling sensation down each side of her rib cage. At her flanks….though her hips were arched to receive his caress….he ceased progress, only lightly brushing pubic hair before proceeding further.

  Gomari felt in her flesh the vibration coming through his fingers. Kelly proceeded, in a slow, teasing campaign, but there was no response in her body until his vibrating hand had closed about her right breast. When her nipples erected, he smiled benevolently.

  He kissed the pouting nipples, tenderly, then with more purpose. He sucked and she arched her back and raised her pubis to him. He laid his hardness along the mound and gently massaged until she let out a moan and bit his ear.

  Unable to muster the resistance she felt so deeply within, she moaned. “Oh, my God, enough gentleness,” she said, gasping, chewing on his ear. “Take me now and let me know the pleasure of losing my virginity to one I love. Oh, Captain, love me for now, tomorrow will be too late.”

  “In time, dear, in time,” he assured her contently. His middle finger slipped inside as the quivering hand pressed more firmly against her pubic mound. The finger, curved against the roof of her vagina, was vibrating steadily. This time Gomari’s gasp was not simulated; her loins surged involuntarily against his cupping hand.

  “You’re lubricating now,” he said judiciously. “Lubricating very nicely.”

  Despite herself, a small orgasm was on its way. She let it rule her, grinding her hips tightly together against his quivering fingers to snap it off like a Chinese firecracker. That’ll encourage him, she told herself hopefully.

  Kelly smiled. It was a slow smile, greatly gratified, and again his free hand was stroking his cock, awakened for the first time into a show of interest. He did not bother to part the gates of her flesh; with a twisting thrust of his erect prick he shoved the great tool of sex into her vagina.

  VENOMOUS VENGEANCE

  The Bright side of Love.

  Having annihilated the entire group of rebels along with a huge cache of arms and ammunitions belonging to the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam, in the Eastern sector of Elephant Pass. Captain ‘Killer’ Kelly the highly trained Army Commando was back in the village where Gomari, the village beauty, whom he had rescued earlier was.

  There were still pockets of resistance groups in the jungle who were smarting from their defeat in the Eastern Sector. They were now resorting to hit and run tactics, trying to seek venomous vengeance from the villagers who under the leadership two brave young men were fighting back. Mahasen, the old village chieftain had now handed over all powers to his handsome son, Pawan to lead the people in the fight against the terrorists.

  When captain Kelly had finished briefing the old chief and his people of the impending war that the rebels were now plotting from their jungle hideout and, of course, his role in trying to stop them. Captain Kelly didn’t want to complicate the subject for the old chief. As it turned out, he was capable of digesting much more complicated concepts. He was obviously capable of digesting everything.

  When Kelly finished, the circle had quieted down considerably. The chief motioned to his son and Pawan hastily left the hut and came back with a low wooden stool. The chief settled on it and Kelly marveled that he didn’t settle all the way to the ground. That stool literally disappeared in the folds of his buttocks. The others, including Pawan, stood around with their arms folded, waiting for the chief to continue this absorbing conversation.

  “I speak truly of Pawan, he is brave,” the chief said “ but he knows nothing of waging war with the rebels, with the help of Captain Kelly, here he will learn fast and you people should all learn to respect and follow his guidance.”

  Using his soft growl and his still melodious voice to best dramatic effect, he spun a tale of horror that would have done proud any listener, the atrocities they had to face at the hands of the rebels. “It is time now to fight back like men, not stand and watch like chicken, while our women are raped. If the rebels should ever return,” the old chief said in his soft growl “the lancers will lay traps, kill them and gather their weapons.”

  Kelly wanted to clear up certain points about their fighting tactics, but there was something else of far more importance.

  “I came to know that there is a map that was collected from a rebel,” he said, wondering just how he should phrase the question. “Was it destroyed?”

  The old chief took a long time answering that. He looked at the faces around the circle, but there was nothing he could read on those dark, stony faces. His gaze finally fell on his son’s face slowly, Pawan nodded. The chief looked back at Kelly.

  “May I see the map?” He asked. He could feel Gomari and Anand suck breath at his bold request. Given the knowledge of the villagers’ superstition, or religious belief, about a dead man’s secret. He was a bit surprised himself at his boldness. But a great deal was at stake here.

  Once again, the old chief studied his villagers’ faces and once more it was Pawan who gave the nod of assent. The old man responded with a signal and Pawan left the hut. The chief nodded toward two guards near the door.

  Gomari, whose body had been tense with fear, sagged against him. He glanced at her and her eyes were full of love. He was really turning the girl on and all he was doing was trying to save their lives the best way he knew how. Soon, he would have to do something to kill that love. It couldn’t lead anywhere but to a broken heart for her. Or could it? He felt something stir inside him as he gazed into her soft, brown, adoring eyes. It wasn’t lost.

  Mahasen dismissed all his villagers except Pawan and the two of them gently spread the scroll out on the floor of the hut. Anand, Gomari and Kelly bent over it.

  They couldn’t make head nor tails of the thing. There was a fragment of it missing, in the upper right hand corner. Much of what was left was so badly stained or faded that it might as well have been blank.

  “None of us can read the
map,” Mahasen explained. The map was obviously useless, but there was still a chance if the old chief were willing to help them. He put the issue to him.

  “I’m afraid the map isn’t of much use to us, Chief Mahasen,” he said, “We need your help, though. The rebels are planning to launch a bloody attack on the other villages in just three days. We have no time to search for the cave where they have hidden their arsenals. We have to find a way to penetrate the jungle, will you provide men to help us.”

  While he was considering the question, Anand picked up the map and began to study the weird writings.

  “You know something of such writings? The chief asked.

  “In our temple, we learned of various Hindu writings and cultures,” Anand said. “These look familiar to me. May we take the map? I would like to study it. Perhaps in time….”

  The old chief sighed.

  “You both ask much,” he said in a weary voice. “I cannot help you with men in so hopeless a cause. I cannot lend men to be killed in attempts to reach the unreachable, you must understand our plight. So many of our maidens and young men were raped and killed by Seelan and his fanatic followers. You see, Pawan is past marrying age, yet he has not found a maiden suitable as a bride.”

  Kelly thought the old man was being the utter fool, especially since he had noticed Pawan giving Gomari a really thorough going-over with his dark, penetrating eyes, but he was in no position to mix in the villagers cultural affairs. He let the subject drop.

  “The map,” he said. “May we at least take the map?”

  Again Pawan nodded and the chief said: “Take the map. Whether it serves your purpose or not, destroy it. I do not wish it to fall into the rebels hands.”

  Anand was almost bowing in thanks to the old chief when a sudden thought hit Kelly.

  “You say an important rebel leader from the north is on the way to take over the running of things here.”

  “Yes, his name is Raaki.”

  “How do you know such things?”

  “We have ways, we keep informed of the activities of the rebels what they do will have devastating effects on the village.”

  “Will this new leader be traveling alone, or with a group?”

  “Naturally, he will have his men with him.”

  Kelly knew then how to penetrate the rebel leader’s tight security. He was ready to leap up and leave the old chief’s village instantly, but something the chief said held him.

  “Why would the activities of the new rebel leader have devastating effect on the village?” Kelly asked.

  “He hates us,” the chief says. He wants to destroy us. If you can find a way to get to him and not be killed in the process. I will supply men. Otherwise, we must keep our men here to defend the village when Raaki comes to kill us.”

  He was still puzzled. The old chief wasn’t making any sense.

  “Why would he come to kill you? Why would he single out your village?”

  “Because he is one of us. Raak is from this village.”

  The puzzlement grew, and it showed clearly on Kelly’s face. The old chief sighed again, seemed to sink deeper onto the stool and looked to his son for approbation. Pawan, the silent, nodded once more.

  “Raaki,” the chief said with a distinct growl, “Was beaten and chased by the villagers once for raping a young girl. Suresh and the man you know as Raaki are one and the same.

  Captain Kelly knew he had to go alone. It was not only too dangerous for Gomari and Anand to go with him, but what he had to do was a one-man job. A job designed for Captain Kelly, the top Command Killer.

  Meanwhile, they were all nearing exhaustion and he knew that even he would fail without rest.

  “What will we do, Captain?” Anand asked after Mahasen and his son had left the hut. Kelly regarded his handsome, young face in the dim light from the single torch left by the villagers. He was a courageous young man and he knew the if he told him what was on his mind he’d insist on going along. So would Gomari. She was still sitting close to him, touching him, looking a little disappointed that they weren’t still tied together.

  “We sleep, first,” He said, avoiding Anands’s honest gaze. For some reason he found it difficult to lie to this young man. Just as he found it difficult to be dishonest with Gomari. He could have made love to her on a number of occasions, especially back there in the jungle.

  “All right.” Anand said, lying on his pallet and covering himself with a coarse blanket a villager had brought. “But we must leave at first light. We must find a way through the jungle and we must do it soon.”

  “True,” he said, lying back also and watching Gomari settle herself on her pallet right beside him. “Too true. But now, we sleep.”

  Anand insisted that the torch be left on for a time so he could study that infernal map. Gomari clearly showed he disappointment. He knew she was waiting for darkness to slip under his blanket. Where would all his honesty with her be then? Would he refuse her again? He didn’t know. Frankly, there was a lot of disappointment of his own when Anand asked that the torch remain lighted.

  The girl was getting to him. That erotic love making in the jungle kept running through his mind. He could even feel her soft body touching him, rubbing against him. The girl was touching him in other places, deep in his soul. Of all the women he had known in his uncountable escapades as ‘Killer’ few had strummed those deep chords. There had been some he had loved, some he had merely dallied wit…even dishonest with. They were all different. Or, to put it another way, Gomari was different.

  That was because everything that had happened to her had happened only to her flesh. Nothing had harmed her soul, her goodness. And what she wanted from him was not a mere meeting of the flesh. His flesh was ready, God knew; it had been ready since that first night on the trail when she overcame her aversion to the raping and had begun to touch him, subtly, in the dark. But as yet his soul wasn’t ready for that honest and pure meeting with this precious girl.

  With such thoughts in his mind, and with the torch fizzling brightly on the wall of the thatched hut, he fell into a deep sleep. He remembered glancing over at Gomari just before falling asleep. She was gazing at him, her eyes bright and clear, her lips slightly parted, her bosom heaving with passion. Whether she knew it or not, they were making passionate love in that moment. It was a good thought to sleep on.

  Three hours later, to the minute, He snapped awake, He had programmed his mind to come alert in three hours. Sometimes, it works, sometimes it doesn’t. This night, it worked.

  The torch was out and Anand was snoring lightly, but Gomari was silent as stone. Was she faking sleep? Would she follow him from the hut? He waited, then heard her deep, heavy breathing, she was sound asleep.

  Kelly made his way to Mahasen’s hut, having been told that the son slept to his father’s right hand. The chief’s hut was unmistakable, clearly the largest and most elaborate in the village. He crept in and gently shook Pawan’s shoulder.

  “It’s me, Captain Kelly,” he said. “I have dangerous in the jungle and I don’t want to disturb your father. But I want a promise from him…from both of you.”

  He was certain he nodded there in the blackness, unwilling to speak. Finally he muttered an almost inaudible, “What is the promise?”

  “keep the young people here,” He said. “What I must do, I must do alone. If they follow me, they only endanger themselves and perhaps the whole plan. Will you keep them here, keep them safe until it’s all over?”

  After a long silence, he asked: “What will you do?”

  “I’m going to try and stop Raaki and his men from joining forces with the remaining rebels left here.” Kelly informed him.

  “And then?”

  “I would kill Raaki and his handful of men once I get at them.” He said, “and destroy their entire deadly arsenal they are bringing over here, It’s a military secret,” he said, grinning at himself in the dark hut. “Will you keep Anand and Gomari here?”

  Pawan simpl
y nodded his consent.

  “If I succeed,” he said, “I’ll come back for them. If I don’t succeed. I think you and everyone else in this village will know about it. Thank you….and thank your father….for all your help.”

  He could tell he was nodding from the sound of his head on the rough pillow. He got up silently and left the hut, wondering why in thunder he had undertaken such a foolish and dangerous mission.

  As Kelly made his way down the jungle trail from the village. Some of his thoughts remained behind with Gomari. Wondering is she had awakened and found him gone. Wondering also what it might have been like Anand hadn’t been studying that map and had put out the torch before he fell asleep.

  He knew what it would have been like. Gomari would have crept beneath his blanket. Her soft, shapely body would have molded into his under that blanket. Flesh would have responded to flesh. Soul would have responded to soul. And then….

  He started to run on the trail, knowing that it is impossible to run away from love.

  VENOMOUS VENGEANCE

  Death of a New Leader.

  From the lookout point he could see as much as he needed to see in the Valley. The campfires of the handful of rebels had burned low, glowing like red eyes in the blanket of darkness below. But farther down the valley, perhaps four miles from this pocket of rebels, was something new.

  Campfires blazed there as the night grew colder. Through his binoculars, he could see the shadows of hooded men moving about the new camp, tending the fires. In the center of the new camp, firelight dancing on its ornate walls, was the tent of Raaki, the new leader from the north. There were no sentries that he could see, but they could been hidden in the jungle around the encampment.

  In a ring around the encampment, almost beyond the glow of the fires, were carts and oxen. The beasts were presumably asleep, standing with heads low to the ground, but not grazing, lucky for him the rebels were using carts and not jeeps; to transport their weapons through areas where a jeep could not traverse, otherwise, they’d already have reached the camp of the other rebels.