Kama-Sutra

"The Kama-sutra is a misunderstood book. It isn't only about the sex positions as the countless translations that only publish that portion of the book would have you believe. That only takes up about 20% of the book.

"What it is actually about is the union of man and woman, both physical and spiritual – "

"Hey Mister, Robby said you had the dough. He said you'd give me some if I sucked your cock. Why don't you shut your trap and whip out your dick already?"

The one who had so rudely interrupted me was a sickly pale young girl. Her eyes were sunken and ringed with dark shadows while she kept fidgeting and rubbing her left forearm that was riddled with puncture scars.

A drug addict. One undergoing withdrawal.

Robbie was the local drug dealer for the shady neighbourhood I had found myself in after being released from jail.

Why did I serve time? Well, which visionary didn't serve time? Nelson Mandela served time, Gandhi served time, hell, Galileo was put to death by the church.

I wasn't a criminal, just misunderstood.

Uhhh… well, that aphrodisiac fuelled orgy might have been the wrong way to go about promoting the Kama-sutra but… we all live and learn.

"Whoa, slow down girl, I'll put some stuff on the burner, but you have to promise to listen to what I have to say."

The girl nodded swiftly. At this point, she'd sell her soul to the devil for a pinch of crack.

She was so young, probably still at the school-going age. I decided that ridding her of her addiction would be the first step to my come-back.

It would be a charming story of the teachings of the Kama-sutra overcoming the evil lure of drugs. I could just imagine the rows of reporters.

Snapping out of my reverie at the impatient noises made by the girl, I turned around and began to mix different amounts of the powdered herbs I had in containers on a shelf behind me.

The thing is, I was a graduate student of chemistry, specializing in the field of pharmacology.

But when I was first introduced to the Kama-sutra by my adventurous girlfriend, I found my new calling.

I realized the depths of its teachings. The vastness of its philosophy.

Kama-sutra is love. Kama-sutra is life.

So, I dropped out and began preaching the gospel of love all over the country. I faced resistance at first but soon, I gained popularity among the youth and was being hailed as the love sage. The Sex Guru.

But good things don't last long.

By following the fuzzy instructions in the Kama-sutra about herbal aphrodisiacs and combining it with my modern scientific know-how, I got quite adept at creating non-addicting mood-altering agents.

Having gathered together with volunteers, I began putting them to the test. It was a wild success. It was a wilder night.

From then, it became a regular feature of my work.

Until one day, cops busted the doors down and caught all of us with our pants down, literally. Then… then you can guess what happened.

Tantric Sex Guru Drugs Followers.

That was the headline the next day. I was done for.

Now, out after five years due to my good behaviour, here I was, stony broke and preaching to a druggie in a hovel in the shadier parts of town.

I finally finished mixing the herbs.

Obviously, I wasn't interested in tapping a druggie, let alone, her age was below my strike zone. I wanted to have her relax, take the edge off he withdrawal symptoms so she could listen to me.

I put the powder in an earthen incense burner and lit it. A thin wisp of pure white smoke soon emanated from it and spread out across the room.

The smoke was tinted a slight pink from the light coming from the table lamp I had with a red lampshade.

The girl greedily sniffed in the smoke and I could see her slowly calm down, her fidgeting reduced and her breaths grew less urgent even as some glimmer of clarity returned to her eyes.

I smiled inwardly in self-satisfaction. It looked like I still hadn't lost the magic touch.

Settling down on my yoga mat, cross-legged, I opened my mouth to preach again.

*BAM*BAM*BAM*

The sound of someone ponding against the door resounded through the tiny apartment.

*CRRACK*

The door was kicked off its hinges and two uniformed cops burst in with their guns out. I had a sinking feeling in my gut. It gave me a strong sense of Déjà vu.

Seeing that no one threatening was inside the room, they holstered their guns and brought out their batons.

One looked at the girl, "We were told you had lolis…"

"We were told you had drugs…" said the other as he looked at the burner.

"But never in our wildest dreams did we expect you to have…" then together, "both lolis and drugs."

"Wait! Officers, I can explain! This isn't what it looks like. I was just trying to get the girl off her drugs and this smoke, it's purely herbal. I swear!"

Suddenly, the girl spoke up while giggling, "Mister, we all know weed is a herb. Hehe. Oi, Mister Cop, can I have some of the stuff before you take me in? Please, I'm at my limit… I'll suck your cock."

Damn, damn, damn, stupid drug-addled girl, you'll kill me!

I turned around, desperate to explain, when I was met with the sight of a police baton enlarging in my eyes.

Then my world went dark.

***

"Hey, Tom, did you have to hit the bugger that hard? I don't think he is breathing." Said Bart as he looked at the prone form of the man spread-eagled on the floor.

Tom shrugged, "Don't sweat it. He resisted arrest and accidents happen. Right?"

"But…" began Bart.

Tom leaned in and spoke into his ear. "Besides, he has history of being a scum and… the bigshot whose daughter he enticed into his drug-fuelled orgy wasn't entirely happy when he heard that the bugger was free again. He'll take care of it."

He showed a number with his fingers. "Keep shut, yeah?"

Hesitant, Bart showed another number. Tom nodded.

Then the both of them worked together to haul the corpse out of the room and into their jeep outside, while the panicking girl followed.

***

***

My eyes flew open and I quickly assessed my surroundings.

Stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling and a tiny little hole near the ceiling on one of the walls which I supposed served as ventilation.

I remember being conked on the head with a police baton and then… here I was.

Unless the lockups had been refurbished to give us prisoners the authentic caveman experience since the last time I was there, which was only a month ago, I wasn't in jail.

So, where in the seven hells was I?

And why was I tied up to a wooden scaffold?

And, most importantly, why was I stark naked?

I tried to struggle against the hemp robes that tethered my wrists and ankles to the scaffold and only managed to give myself rope burns.

I had to give up after some time, having exhausted myself.

Shouting for help would more likely bring me to the attention of my captors, rather than a dashing female knight raring to rescue a dude in distress and I would rather avoid that.

I tried to rack my brains for people with motive to have someone impersonate policemen and have me abducted.

Several names with both motive and ability to pull it off popped into my head.

I smiled wryly. I had offended several doting dads when I stuck my dick in their precious daughters.

The image of a buxom blonde wildly swinging her hips on top of me, in time to the trance music flashed past in my mind.

Yeah. Sarah was one hot lady and I didn't regret tapping her one bit. As an avid follower of the Kama-sutra, how could I leave her ignorant of the joys of true love.

Well, noting the current situation, it seemed like whoever it was that had captured me was determined to make me regret.

I sighed. I could only wait.

Flexing my abs, I managed to adjust my position to a more comfortable one.

Wait! Abs?

From when did I have abs?

I had always been a slim guy. Putting on any sort of bulk, whether flab or muscle had been quite difficult for me and prison hadn't done me any favours.

The only word for me when I had exited was gaunt.

But now, looking at my body after I had calmed down enough to note such details, I realised that this body wasn't mine.

And along with that realisation, the floodgates of memory opened and a deluge of images and sounds crashed into my mind.

***

Liu Yang had been the son of a farmer and like his father and his forefathers before him, he had grown up preparing to cultivate spirit rice for the Moonlight Sword Sect.

But destiny had something else in store for him.

On his sixteenth name-day, he had been tested by the overseer of that region, as all youths within the Sect's sphere of influence were, and found to be in possession of cultivation talent.

After tearful goodbyes, he had set out on the journey to the sect along with other similarly aged kids from the neighbouring villages.

On the way, the convoy had been attacked by the Yin Demon Sect, the mortal enemy of the Moonlight Sword Sect.

The girls had been captured and the boys raped, harvested for their yang essence.

His own yang essence was particularly exuberant and hence, he had survived the first round of harvesting, unlike the rest of his peers.

Hence, he had been brought back to the sect as a dual cauldron. A sex slave to be harvested repeatedly for his yang essence.

***

I gasped for breath as the memories stopped flowing.

It appeared that Liu Yang had just barely survived the attentions of the demonesses and croaked in captivity.

And I had somehow occupied his recently vacated body.

For long minutes disbelief warred with acceptance in my mind before disbelief finally gave way to cold, hard facts.

I had transmigrated. No two ways about it.

This body with the lean muscles built from years of hard labour and sun-browned skin was very different from my skinny and pale self, back on Earth.

A stark reminder that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

The door to the cell creaked as it opened and a girl entered, shutting it behind her.

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of her. Anyone who cultivated looked much better than the average bloke because of the qi running through them. Specially the women of the Yin Demon Sect were something else because of the art they cultivated.

You couldn't help but get hard even when you knew the demonesses would suck you dry.

But this girl was totally next level.

I had heard the description 'stature of a devil and the face of an angel' used for several women in my previous life but this girl was the one who actually lived up to it.

Plump hips, narrow waist and an explosive chest, all wrapped up in the flimsiest of gauze clothes. Her face was the picture of innocence, specially with the expression she was making as she fidgeted by the door while biting her luscious pink lips while throwing nervous glances at me through her long eyelashes.

Was this the girl who had been sent to harvest my essence?

Maybe, just maybe, my situation wasn't as bad as I thought. A life in captivity, with regular sex with females of her calibre seemed quite inviting all of a sudden.

I quickly discarded those spineless thoughts. How could I, the one hailed as the Sex Guru and avid proponent of the Kama-sutra succumb to the charms of a female rapist?

No. I must resist. Though, how I was supposed to do that, tied up as I was, eluded me.

It wasn't like I could just ask the girl to untie me, now could I?

Could I?

"Greetings Fairy maiden." Liu Yang's memories gave me knowledge of the common tongue here and it was just a matter of selecting which language to use and I could switch to it.

The girl was startled by my sudden speech. "Y-es?" How cute. Was she really a member of the Yin Demon Sect?

"Is there any chance you could untie me?"

She shook her head vigorously, her lustrous locks cascading all over her shoulders. "No. Senior sister said I'm supposed to harvest your yang essence. I can't set you free. I don't want to mess up on my first time."

Hmm. She seemed to be a little dull and she was a virgin. Chance!

Putting on my most temperate expression, I tried to coax her again. "Did your senior sister tell you that you can't untie me?"

She considered for a moment. "Well. N-no but… I don't think I should."

"Look, you have nothing to fear from me. I haven't even started cultivating and you're at what, the second layer of the Qi refining realm?"

"Third layer." She corrected me in a soft voice.

Externally, I didn't show any reaction but internally, I was surprised. Reaching the third layer at her age was pretty darn amazing according to Liu Yang's memories. "See. There's nothing I can do to you."

She seemed to waver so I struck while the iron was hot.

"Why were you hesitating then?"

"Senior sister said the first time would hurt… so I was scared."

"If you untie me, I can make it totally painless for you? It's not that I can run away with your senior sisters and your entire sect outside, now can I?"

"I-I suppose not…" said the girl hesitantly.

Clenching her teeth, the girl finally made a decision. "Good. I'll untie you but don't you dare try something funny. I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded as obediently as I could. Reassuring her again and again of my cooperation.

Walking up to me, she started untying my bindings.

From up close, she was even more stunning. She was a head shorter than I was and thus had to stand on tiptoes to reach the bindings on my wrists. Her breasts rubbed against my chest even as she untied the knots, causing her to blush from the stimulation while my blood flowed south.

As for what I would do after I was untied?

Escaping from cultivators with a mortal's body? Wishful thinking. So, I wouldn't even try.

My plan was very simple. These savages had no idea what true union was. Having lived a life of rape and pillory, they would have never experienced the power of true love.

Instead of running away, I would do just the opposite. I would conquer the mind and body of this innocent girl they had thrown at me and convert her to my creed. After experiencing true union, I was sure that she wouldn't be able to return to the path of rape again.

With her help, I would show this sect full of demonesses the light. One girl at a time.