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Dans le Murs – Part XII
Synopsis: Colin and Nahdya have escaped from Bangkok. While Nahdya recovers in hospital in Port Blair, Colin is interrogated by Indian security but is able to relocate to the local temple in Delhi with the help of a senior civil servant. He meets up with Amitav and his group who are planning an attack on Mrs T. Even here, spies abound and care must be taken but Colin convinces the hierarchy that it is in everybody’s interest to allow the partnership to continue. Now read on.
Part 12 – A New Direction
Authors note: As this is written in the UK any reference to the ‘Age of Consent’ is to the age in the UK, which currently stands at 18 years. Whilst consensual sexual relations between a 16-year-old girl and a 45-year-old man might raise eyebrows, it does not contravene English law. Don’t get it confused with the ‘Age of Majority’, which remains at 18, as does the age for consensual Gay relationships. I have also tried to apply the national age for consensual sex in the country of origin where the person is not English. It’s called ‘bending the rules’. All characters, names and most organisations are fictional but many of the places exist. Geographical and logical errors are mine.
The following few days were less busy so I had time to think of Nahdya. I think
I got a bit crabby waiting for news until, on the fourth day I was informed that
Nahdya was due to arrive later that afternoon. I shaved, showered and did all
the things necessary to greet her, then waited. Four pm, six pm passed and I was
getting really snippy when, just before seven, there was a knock on my door. I
flung it open and there, accompanied by a young boy, was Nahdya. She looked pale
but happy. She walked slowly in while the boy placed a small case on the floor,
bowed and withdrew. She smiled as I took her gently in my arms and kissed her
full, sweet lips tenderly. “Welcome to Delhi my love.” I said, guiding her to a
soft seat, “I only dreamed of this day but now you are here.”
She sat, looking at me inquisitively. “Colin, when I hurt bad I hear you say
many things about us.” she whispered, “You say you want me for wife, meet my
family and much other things. You only say these things to make me feel better I
think, yes?”
“I say those things because they are true Nahdya.” I said, stroking her hair
that had lost a lot of its gloss, “I love you, I want you, for now and for ever.
Sorry if that doesn’t quite fit with your plans but there it is, out in the
open.”
She looked deeply into my eyes. “I am honoured.” she replied, “You know my
younger times but you still want me. I too love you Colin but I never believe
you could love me. Sex yes but not love. I deeply ashamed I not give you son but
impossible. But, you married; what do you do?”
“Simple Nahdya.” I kissed her cheek, “I will contact my lawyer and tell him to
institute divorce proceedings forthwith. Oh, I will cite ‘irreconcilable
differences’ or something like that. Tessa and I have no children so it will be
fairly straightforward. I don’t think I will even have to go to England. Then we
can marry. Oh, I know Mrs T’s way was even simpler but even I could not lower
myself to that. No, a clean divorce after which we can marry in your village
please.”
“You very serious?” her eyes were wet, “Please not tease, you make me sad.”
I slid to the floor in front of her. “This is no tease Nahdya.” I whispered
seriously, “I could never hurt you like that, please believe me. Nahdya, I would
be honoured if you would agree to be my wife. Will you marry me please?”
She beamed. “No Colin, it is my honour.” she whispered, “I will be your wife
with all my heart. There, it is done.”
I got up and sat close beside her. “Hmmm, Mrs Nahdya deVilliers.” I spoke aloud,
“I think it sounds quite right.”
“Will the Grand master allow it?” she asked warily.
“Oh, let’s not actually tell him right now shall we?” I grinned, “After all he
has a lot to concern him, probably best not to add to it. Oh, is it custom for a
thai lady to have a ring?”
“Sometimes.” she replied.
I fished in my pocket and withdrew a small box I had purchased in the city.
Opening it I withdrew a simple gold band with a tiny stone, took her hand and
slipped it on her finger. “That is the English way.” I said with love, “If it is
wrong then tell me.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes. “It is good.” she said, “I will have it blessed by a
holy man then I am yours for ever.”
“We will have it blessed Nahdya.” I retorted, “Now we are a couple. Let us dine,
talk of the future then sleep together.”
We were collected to dine with the Grand Master who hid his concerns well and
welcomed Nahdya warmly. She eat lightly, weary from the travel and still weak
from her injuries. We took our leave early with the Master’s consent and settled
in what was now our quarters. We showered and I applied an antiseptic cream to
Nahdya’s scars that were already beginning to look less angry. After that we
slipped into the large, soft bed and drew close together. Almost embarrassingly
I became erect and I could feel myself pressing against Nahdya’s flat stomach. I
fidgeted to try and make it less obvious but probably served to make it worse.
“Sorry darling.” I whispered in her ear, “It’s only your presence making itself
known; if we relax I’m sure it will go soft and we can sleep.”
She giggled sweetly. “Please do not be sorry my Colin.” she purred, her hand
touching the hot firmness and holding it to her belly, “I am proud that you want
me. Let me make you feel very good.”
She scrummaged down under the clothes until I felt warm breath on the swollen
head followed by the caress of her lips. I tensed the hardness as it slid into
her silky mouth, her tongue brushing the groove from where the sweet wetness
seeped. I whimpered with pleasure as my hand stroked her long hair. Agonisingly
slowly she guided my penis deeper into her loving mouth, sucking lightly on the
swollen head. Her cool fingers explored my balls and firm rod as her tongue
flickered and swept around the slippery tip. I trembled and lubricant oozed from
the open hole, smearing her taste buds to prove my excitement. Slowly at first
then faster as she sensed my delight, the knob and shaft were stimulated by the
firm oscillation, her head twisting a little to add excitement. She discerned
the rising storm, sucking and teasing me to pleasure us both.
“Ohhh Nahdya!” I cried, trying desperately not to thrust myself into her throat,
“You make me feel so complete. It is so difficult to control my body for you
darling. You are going to receive a warm mouthful if you continue. Is that your
desire?”
“Mmmmnnngg.” was the only reply I got but the sweet suction continued,
indicating that she was ready for my hot seed. I tried to relax but the action
of this beautiful woman on my penis was just overwhelming. Abruptly the feeling
at the base became uncontrollable and I could feel the bolt of semen bubbling up
the hard shaft.
“Ohhh Nahdya!” I exclaimed, “It’s coming darling. Take me in your mouth; swallow
me; let me fill you with my love.”
Her mouth surrounded me like a warm, wet glove as an upsurge of thick white
erupted from the inflated head, spraying and bubbling over her tongue and
trickling down her throat. She gasped softly, gathering the warm, zesty juice in
her mouth. I could feel it surrounding my cock as I pumped the gummy cream
lustfully into the hungry mouth of my future wife. The spasms became less
intense and the flow lessened as my delicious climax faded to a delightful
languor. Already the hardness was slipping from me before she slowly released
the drained phallus from her full lips. Nahdya straightened from her curved
position and faced me, her eyes bright and flecks of semen at the corners of her
lips. Her smile was wistful as she swallowed hard twice, clearing her mouth of
the evidence of our lovemaking.
“So good.” she murmured, already sleepy, “Now I have my man inside me once more
I am content.” Her voice faded and her breathing became deep and slow as she
fell deeply asleep. I kissed her still slippery lips tasting the last of my
semen on her breath before drawing her to me and following her to the arms of
Morpheus.
Next morning we started work in earnest on the Indian variation of the Thai
plan. I brought Nahdya up to speed and she began to plan meetings with merchants
and talked with some of the temple teenagers. Although still pale and less than
one hundred percent she applied herself totally to her task. We had broken for a
coffee when I was summoned to Ceres apartment. He beckoned me in and I sat.
“How is your woman?” he asked.
“A little slow at the moment.” I replied, “But getting stronger and already
working hard.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I was hasty.” he mused, “But that is not why I called you
away from your work. I have very disturbing news from England.” He waved a piece
of paper. “It is reported that your wife has been found dead from head injuries
at her mother’s house and you are being sought. A witness says that they heard
shouts and saw you leave the area shortly after midnight seemingly very
distraught. Also a hammer with your fingerprints on it has been found thrown in
a park nearby. There is also a sighting of you on a ferry to France early the
following morning.”
“Bastards!” I swore, a lump in my throat, “You know this is Mrs T don’t you? She
has carried out her threat to Tessa and fitted me up at the same time. You know
I was here but you cannot get involved of course without risking the cult so I
am without an alibi. I have never been to Thailand or here as far as the records
show. Fuck her! She knows I can’t return now. My guess is they stole the hammer
from the cottage in France, I have many there and it wouldn’t be difficult.
Shit! I can’t go back to either house, I would be arrested.” I felt a black
depression settle over me.
“It is difficult.” Ceres considered, “If I found witnesses to swear you were
here or in Thailand then you would need a reason. Also Nahdya would have to be
explained in addition to your injury. It would then be a question of which the
court believed and whether we could keep the witnesses alive. The problem is
that we cannot risk publicity, you understand Master.” I felt myself becoming a
liability; a dangerous position to be in.
“My lord, a thought has come to me. Maybe Nahdya will be my saviour not my
burden.” I began, “It is known that Tessa and I were not exactly close. Perhaps
I simply left her and Nahdya was my ‘bit on the side’. Look, we came to India –
I have holidayed here in the past – and went sailing. We were attacked and
injured. We were found by the Indian Navy – that part is true – which is why we
are still here. We can move to a hotel if necessary, and I’m sure a few rupees
can change a few dates. Our man in security, Gupta Singh, will corroborate the
navy bit and I have no doubt that the Commander will add his voice if necessary.
No, I think we can weasel our way out of this quite easily. Mrs T has not
thought it through and left too many loopholes. I can do this without reference
to Balthazar in any way. Amitav said that he wanted to rattle her, I think she
is already reacting from the heart. My lord, do I have your permission to use
cult resources to continue?”
“If you are confident that we will in no way be implicated then you have my
permission.” he replied.
Over the following week Nahdya and I spent all our time assembling documents and sworn affidavits from Gupta, a delightfully corrupt hotelier and the patrol boat commander to forward to the authorities in the UK. All these confirmed that, at the time of the attack, both Nahdya and myself were convalescing in India after being injured in a pirate attack off the Andaman Islands. Stick to the truth as far as one can is always the best policy. The documents were handed into the British High Commission in Delhi together with a copy of an exit permit – all beautifully stamped and totally fraudulent – showing that we had left India for Viet Nam some time previously. We had seen the report while in Saigon and asked friends in India to submit the documentation in order to clarify our position. For the next week Ceres kept close contact with the UK. On the eighth day the Hampshire police issued a statement to the effect that I was no longer being sought in connexion with Tessa’s murder as they had incontrovertible evidence that, at the time, I was out of the country with a young Thai woman, apparently my lover. My name was now crap with all my friends but at least I was off the hook. They did question my continued absence but only to drag me through the deepening dirt. One of the gutter dailies even sent a reporter over to Beaumetz to try and dig something juicy up but the cottage was all closed up. I had made sure that everything was above board before we left for Thailand and no incriminating evidence or links to the cult or l’ecole remained. After a couple of fruitless days he gave up and moved on to a celebrity discovered teaching his stepdaughter the finer points of oral sex. The English police were concerned that the ‘witnesses’ had been part of a conspiracy to implicate me for some unknown reason. Still we kept a low profile for a while longer before we could ‘return’ to India. During this time we worked at the project and found that the sex was becoming wonderfully fulfilling. Nahdya now could accept me inside so long as I didn’t bear down on her so ‘doggie’ sex became the norm. In addition we both enjoyed oral sex; life was good.
Finally, some eight weeks after I entered Delhi, after first draft of the
report had been edited and given to the Grand Master, Nahdya suggested I might
like to contact Simone. I was ashamed that I had not thought of it before and
sought permission from Ceres to call l’Ecole. This he gave so we retired to our
quarters and called France.
“Allo, L’Ecole San Sebastian.”
“Ah bon. Je suis cherche Mlle d’Estang sil vous plait?”
“Anne-Marie d’Estang?”
“Oui, bien sur.”
“A quelle nom?”
“M. deVilliers.”
“Moment M’sieur.”
We waited.
“Allo, Mlle d’Estang.”
“Anne-Marie, it is Colin.”
“Ahh, bon. Colin. Ca va? You are well?”
“I have been better Anne-Marie. Do you have Simone at l’ecole?”
“Oui, She is thinking where you are.”
“Many problems Anne-Marie. Could she come to the telephone?”
“Bien sur. I will get her.”
Another wait.
“Colin?”
“Hi Simone. Many apologies for being out of touch for so long.”
“I know Colin. Wasn’t it terrible about Tessa? I heard you got shot; is it true;
are you alright now? Where are you?”
“Slow down, slow down. It’s a long story Simone; I don’t know how much you have
been told.”
“Not much, only that you had big problems in Bangkok and you were both shot and
Nahdya died. That must’ve been awful?
“Very frightening Simone; it’s not quite what it looks like on TV. Actually
Nahdya isn’t dead but it was a close call. We are not in Thailand at present but
we are with friends and safe. Tessa’s murder was part of the screw up in
Bangkok; the lady we pissed off used her to get back at me. I was able to prove
I was in India at the time.”
“Were you in India really?”
“Very much so. I was in Delhi and Nahdya was in Port Blair. As I say, it’s a
long story. How have you been?
“I have been working with Therese and become really friendly with Madeleine. She
is great fun. I have been a good girl, honest but I have missed you so much.
When will you be back?
“Don’t know yet Simone, we are working on an alternative plan at the moment. I
would like to try to visit you soon; I have a lot to tell you but I prefer to do
it face to face.”
“Oh that sounds bad; I bet it has something to do with Nahdya hasn’t it?”
“Actually it has.”
“You’re going to marry her now Tessa is dead, is that it?”
“Oh bugger!”
“Oh it’s alright Colin. I know what we sort of agreed but it was bloody stupid
really. I’m not quite seventeen and you are, what, forty-five? It would never
have worked out would it? I’m grateful for what you have done for me and we can
still be friends please.”
“Phew, you are really grown up Simone. I was petrified you would go ballistic.”
“Actually, I have met this super guy. He’s seventeen too and, before you ask, no
I haven’t let him. I wanted to tell you first.”
“I wish you all the best Simone. Remember though, you are still my ward so tell
him that he has me to answer to. Take precautions Simone and if he hurts you
then he will be useless on his wedding night. I still love you as a daughter and
I’m so happy for you.”
“Ta Colin. I think he will believe tonight is his birthday.”
“Treat him gently Simone; remember he may be a virgin.”
“Oh he is, he is!”
“Then he has my deepest sympathy. Enjoy yourselves. I will be in touch again
soon.”
“Lovely to hear from you Colin. My love to Nahdya.”
“She blew a kiss Simone.”
“Hugs to her from everyone. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I disconnected. “Phew!” I sighed, “That was much easier than I thought. Now I
have a clear conscience about you Nahdya. We must try to arrange our wedding.”
“Now that your wife is dead?” she said with some intonation.
“Oh don’t make it sound like that Nahdya.” I replied, “Yes, it is fortuitous but
I certainly didn’t wish it. You almost make it sound like I am not distressed by
her death. I admit I couldn’t live with Tessa any longer but I would not wish
her harm any more than I could harm you. Of course it is easier to bear when I
have you but she was part of my life for twenty odd years and I can’t simply
dismiss that as if it had never happened.”
“I did not mean to accuse you of anything Colin.” she said, “But you did not go
to funeral and that make it look like you did not care.”
With a shake of my head I replied. “I know what it looks like Nahdya but
returning to the UK could have made life very complicated indeed. Although the
police have said they are not considering me as a prime suspect I’m certain they
assume I was somehow involved. Obviously I benefited from her demise in that I
am free to marry you without the cost and embarrassment of a divorce. That alone
could be reason enough to arrange for her murder. Even though we both know I was
not involved it could take quite an effort to convince them without revealing
something about our current activities. You are Thai, we went to Bangkok, and I
am sure they will establish a Far East connection with Mrs T or her
organisation. You can see that the circumstantial correlation could be difficult
to explain. I thought it best that I remain invisible and allow the lawyers to
sort it out. Okay, I am despised by Tessa’s family as a rat but that is a price
I am prepared to pay to keep you and our future. I hope you can understand
Nahdya.”
She nodded gently. “I think so Colin.” she said, “But will I be another Tessa
one day? Just abandoned for a younger woman; left to die alone and lonely?”
“Oh bloody hell!” I cried, “Why so morbid Nahdya? Okay, I can’t say that
would never happen but I feel for you like I have felt only once before and that
was not with Tessa. I was in love with her but I don’t think I ever truly loved
her. Can you try to understand? Listen, I will tell you one of my deepest
secrets. Once, when I was about fifteen I fell in love with a young girl who
lived about ten houses from me in my village. That was Diana and she was
thirteen and a half. For that summer and a winter, through the following spring
we met, went out and yes, we were intimate. Although I didn’t show it like I
should have, I loved her like nothing I had loved before. I would do anything
for her and the universe revolved around her. So long as I could touch her and
smell her I was content. Then one afternoon I went to put my arm around her but
she pulled away. Later that evening I saw her making up to another, older boy in
the way she had done with me. Nahdya, I cried for days; my heart was broken; the
hurt was almost physical. I hardly left my house and could barely face food. For
the next eight years, yes years, I had little contact with girls, even at
university; I could not trust them not to hurt me so I didn’t get too close. Sex
was primarily masturbation with or without films. Then I met Tessa on a long
weekend break to Amsterdam. She was quite naïve and happy to have a slightly
older man around. We hit it off and became friends and sort of drifted into
marriage almost by accident. She was an attractive girl without being beautiful;
intelligent, homely and I fell in love with her but it never had the ‘pizzaz’
that there had been with Diana. We were friends but never true lovers and that
‘WOW!’ feeling was missing. I guess I was still protecting myself. You are
different Nahdya. With you I have the same feelings I had with Diana. That ‘need
to be close’ feeling, that ‘almost an ache’ when I thought I had lost you. You
are like Diana reborn thirty years on and I am happy. I will say to you that
which I should have said to Diana, ‘I love you with all my being; I would
willingly die for you.’ If I had said that then maybe I would not be here saying
it to you, who knows. There, now my soul is bare.”
She wiped her moist eyes. “You almost did die for me my Colin.” her voice
trembled slightly, “I owe you my life already but it very wonderful for you to
tell me how you feel like that. I think you very lonely with Tessa.”
“I suppose I was lonely.” came the reply, “Silly how one can be lonely with a
wife but it is true. You’re right, I don’t feel lonely now and it’s not simply
sex, although I will admit that part is pretty hot.”
She giggled. “I think sex is pretty hot too.” she smiled, “I think you wasted on
Tessa, you make so much more juice inside me.”
“Hrrrm!” I began, “I think it is time to work Nahdya otherwise I’m going to want
to make some more juice inside you.” It would have been a close call but a knock
on the door interrupted whatever coitus might have occurred. Outside was Neesha
who handed me a note, bowed and scampered off. Nahdya looked over my shoulder to
read along with me. It was simply an instruction for both of us to join the
Grand Master immediately in his apartments. We obeyed and made our way to the
sumptuous rooms where he was waiting, looking quite serene. He made us welcome
and offered lime sodas to both of us.
“Emeritus Master,” he addressed me formally, sprinkling salt sparingly into his
sparkling drink, “I have much news, all of which I think will give you much
comfort and pleasure. Sit down, relax. First, a reward. Habib Sidouri is
instructed by Council to grant Nahdya the rank of Mistress of Secrets forthwith.
It is my pleasure to be the first to congratulate you my dear. I will also be
the first to admit that I was not ecstatic over your relationship with Sethin
and it was against my judgement that you came to Delhi at all. In fact I
recommended that you be terminated. It was only Sethin’s persistent resistance
that prevented it; in fact he insisted on accompanying you to the afterlife
should I not repent. Subsequently, the study is considered a masterpiece and for
your work you have been rewarded. It seems even Grand Masters can be wrong
sometimes. Forgive me.”
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