One misty morning Banta was driving through the hills to Delhi. Suddenly out of the mist, a man stepped into the middle of the road. The man is at least six feet five, has a huge red beard and has the appearance of a walking wardrobe. At the roadside there also stands a young woman. She is absolutely beautiful - slim, shapely, fair complexion, black hair... heart stopping, looking ever so modestly at her feet. Banta stops and stares, and his attention is only distracted from the lovely girl when the man opens the car door and drags him from his seat onto the road and shouts, "Right, I want you to come over to those trees over ther and I want you to masturbate !" "W-what??" stammers Banta. "Do it now...or I`ll bluddy, well... kill you!" So Banta goes over to the trees with the man-marching him, turns his back on the girl, drops his trousers and starts to masturbate. Thinking of the girl on the roadside this doesn`t take him long. "Right" snarls the man, "Do it again!" "But..." says Banta. "Now!" So Banta does it again. "Do it again" demands the man. This goes on for nearly two hours. The hapless Banta gets cramps in both arms, he has rubbed himself raw, his sight is failing and despite the cold wind has collapsed in a sweating, gibbering heap on the ground, unable to stand. "Do it again" says the man. "It`s no use" Banta sobbed, I can`t do it anymore - you`ll just have to kill me", whimpers Banta. The man looks down at the pathetic soul slumped on the roadside. "All right laddie," he says kindly, "NOW, please can you can give my daughter a lift to Delhi?". |