Helena Christy Pitt

Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter One

Nemesis: After The End

Mildred tapped gently on the shoulder of the man, feeling his desperation, feeling his extreme anxiety, “Janus!”

The man, Janus Pitt, did not whirl at her.

Instead, she was astonished to see that he turned himself, as if he was fully in the command of his senses, calm, and behaving as if nothing of importance had happened.

“Sorry, you lost your game.” Sympathizing with him, mockingly, Mildred said.

“It was not my game at all, Ammul Kāýnāt!” Janus Pitt smiled maturely instead, “I was playing it on behalf of all the humanity.”

Mildred, in her nude, on all her fours, smiled herself.

She knew Janus Pitt very well.

He could not befool her even the slightest whatsoever.

From her rear, I was entering my stoutest stallion Hindu prick into her tight and beautiful American Christian cunt continually, being on my knees.

Imāmzādī Al Katībah Al Waħāb, also on all her fours, similar to other everyoung Muslim young women present there,; looked back at her everyoung handsome Bachhalyā husband, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, in a manner having all the feminine tenderness and all the feminine love in her beautiful Muslim eyes for him.

Vishvās Shakr Mānav was not only her husband but also her love as well.

Her ever-young sons, Rām Mānav, Bharat Mānav, Laxmañ Mānav, Shatrughn Mānav, etc. in perfect sexual unison with their ever young, beautiful, Muslim beloveds, entering them continuously, as I was continually entering Mildred Robert Lincoln.

Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb, the eldest daughter of Janak Chaturvédī and Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb smiled calmly, enjoying the sturdy Bachhalyā prick of her Bachhalyā lover, Rām Bachhalyā into her firm and beautiful Muslim cunt continually,

“The humanity will be ever indebted to you, Janus!”

Janus Pitt behaved as if there wasn’t any slightest bit of irony in the sweet voice of Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb.

Knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās in the history and in the life today, and knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās’ beautiful Muslim wives, their beautiful Muslim beloveds, and their beautiful Muslim sex-associates, Janus Pitt had managed to intermix a lot of his lady-secret-agents among them.

He was surprised when Helena Christy reported to him:

“I’m sorry, my dear brother! Rām Bachhalyā isn’t paying attention to me sexually.”

“Whaaat?” Janus Pitt saw his younger sister in utter surprise, “Rām Bachhalyā is a Hindu playboy and to fuck a beautiful Christian young lady is a spiritual pride for the Hindu playboys. Isn’t it? Don’t forget, The Hindus have Tantr and Kāmsootr as their religious scriptures and they practice them consecrating. ”

“I’m not forgetting anything.” Helena Christy Pitt poured herself soft women’s drink, took a mouthful, and then smiled at her elder brother, “It seems to me that my elder brother, the Christian-mastermind, is quite upset?”

“You know better, Helena!” Janus Pitt also poured himself a drink, not a soft women’s drink, of course, “I maybe a Christian by birth, but I’m sorry, I don’t believe in Christianity any more.”

“You mean you aren’t a Christian mastermind?” Helena Christy asked in mock surprise.”

“I believed myself to be a mastermind, but not a Christian mastermind.”

“Whereas Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind.” Helena Christy informed his elder brother.

“Forget him. He’s a fool. Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind, but if he’s truly so, why couldn’t he keep his wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb to himself? Why he lost his Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mastermind wife to Janak Bachhalyā, a Bachhalyā mastermind?”

“Are you intimating that there aren’t any Brāhmañ masterminds anywhere?” Helena Christy Pitt gazed her brother rather in a crude manner.”

“Let the Christian, Muslim, Jew, and the other religious fools think and say so.?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are only the religious fanatic fools, who think, the masterminds may be in their religion only, it’s their religion only which is capable to produce the masterminds, any other religion isn’t capable to do so.”

“And you don’t believe the theory?” Helena Christy Pitt asked gazing her brother quite in an unfinished manner again.

“Do you?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed. Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter.

Helena Christy Pitt had used a long path to be acquainted with Rām Bachhalyā. Even Janus Pitt had laughed when she discussed the approach with him, “Have you ever read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the ‘Trétā era?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t tell me you have.”

Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter, “Believe it or not, I have.”

Helena Christy Pitt was really surprised now, “You what?”

“Believe it or not, I have read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the Trétā era. And, I’m feeling as if I’m a Rāvañ, you being the incredibly beautiful Chandrnakhā Paulastý, Rāvañ’s younger sister.”

“Don’t be stupid, don’t be ridiculous.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t be ludicrous, preposterous, absurd, silly, outlandish, unreasonable, foolish, and laughable.”

They both laughed, no doubt; yet the simile was perfect.

Chapter 2

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1