Dans le Murs Part VIII

Dans le Murs – Part VIII

Synopsis: Simone has discovered Sonia and Pippa, two of her compatriot school friends, performing for JOKER and involved Colin in their education. The pair supervise filming with the teenagers and Simone persuades Colin to allow her to accompany him to the Sect. Now read on.

Part 8 – Advancement

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 some of the places exist. Geographical and logical errors are mine.

The weather improved over the next two days and Thursday promised to be warm. We left early for l’Ecole San Sebastian and arrived before ten. A few moments after hauling at the old bell the door opened and Madeleine peered out. As she saw me her face lit up and she threw her arms around me with a whoop.
"Hrrm." Simone growled, "Introduce me to the young lady." She emphasised the last word rather sarcastically.
I disentangled myself from the clinging arms.
"Simone this is Madeleine." I said as she curtseyed, "She was my guide when we first discovered this place. She is a good friend and a lovely, lonely girl." 
"A friend?" Simone's eyebrows flicked up.
"Yes, a friend." I repeated, "She confided in me and as I said she is very lonely."
"Have you fucked her?" Simone almost spat out the words.
"What has that got to do with it, Simone?" I asked sharply.
"Have you fucked her?" Simone repeated loudly.
"There's no need to shout, Simone." I spoke clearly and softly, "If it really matters to you, yes we have had intercourse. It was her way of showing gratitude."
"You fucked that scrawny little tart!" Simone was hysterical by now, "Is there nothing you won't put your prick into?"
"What the hell has got into you Simone?" My hands gripped her shoulders and I shook her sharply, "Are you ill or something?"
"Ill, no but I'm sick!" Simone spat, "Sick of my man getting his leg over all in sundry."
"Simone, you knew what I was like when we met." I looked her straight in the eyes, "You were quite happy when I 'got my leg over you' as you so quaintly put it that first evening. In my business it is sometimes necessary to do these things. Now, I have serious business here today, Madeleine will take you to the common room and entertain you. This evening I will collect you and take you home then tomorrow I'll drive you to Calais and put you on a ferry to England. I will not have a hysterical girl making scenes."
"But... you can't! What am I going to do? Where will I go?" she stuttered. 
"I am afraid that is your problem Simone." I said as we walked across the gravel courtyard, "You've blown it. It's over."
"You don't mean that!" she cried, "You said you loved me, that I was your sexy little harridan. You liked the way I did things in bed. You can't just kick me out, you can't!"
“If you're going to behave in that manner then I can and I will." my voice was stern and steady, "Now, Madeleine is a friend and a lonely young girl. Okay, so I've made love to her before I met you but she is still just a friend, nothing more. I'd hoped you would realise that you were special but you couldn't. I'm sorry Simone but I can't do my job with you acting like a hysterical wet blanket."
Simone stopped and looked at me with tears pouring from her sad, brown eyes. "Am I really special?" she sobbed, slobbering her nose with the back of her hand, "Do you really want to get rid of me so much?"
"Yes you are very special." my voice softened, "You're lovely, lively and young and yes I DO like the way you do things in bed but you must realise that I have a job to do and sometimes that job brings me into contact with young ladies and this obviously conflicts with your feelings. I have not made love to Madeleine since I met you; she was in the past and she understands that. She's not trying to take me away."
"Sorry love," Simone sniffled, "I came over all funny I s'pose. Please don't send me away. I'll be a good girl and I'll be even better in bed."
"I'd like to believe that, Simone," I held her shoulders and looked deep into her sad, brown eyes, "but I can't allow you to get in the way of my work."
Her face came up, her lips found mine and the ensuing kiss was both passionate and protracted. When she finally pulled away I could see the sad eyes and knew that she was telling the truth. I smiled slowly.
"You may regret it," I said as I stroked her wet cheek, "but I want you to stay."
During all this time Madeleine stood to one side shifting uncomfortably. Her English was not sufficiently good to keep up with our conversation but she sensed that an agreement had been reached. 
"We go now?" she asked.
"We go now," I said taking Simone's arm, "Simone will accompany me but she will NOT take part in any of the activities."
"Tres bon, mes amis," Madeleine turned and headed towards the catacombs, "We hurry, we are getting late."
Soon we were clambering down the tunnels towards the temple. Simone kept close in the light of Madeleine's torch. As we squeezed through the tiny crevice that protected the temple the lights and sound became clearer. Simone held my hand tightly as we walked briskly down the shallow steps. We entered the chamber of the temple and almost bumped into the Grand master.
"Welcome Sethin." he smiled as I inclined my head towards him, "And thank you for your prompt attendance. We have a special High Table meeting in ten minutes followed by a short ceremony. Melanthe is in the robing rooms. Tell me Sethin, this is the delightful young lady I have been told about?"
"Thank you, my lord," I looked at Simone softly, "I will be ready. Yes, this is Simone; she is my ward and under my protection. I do not wish her to be involved thus you have my absolute assurance and guarantee that anything she sees will be kept totally secure."
"Your assurance is sufficient, Sethin, for you know the penalty for disobedience – for both of you." the Grand Master deferred politely, "Perhaps Sister Melanthe would like to attend to her during the High Table meeting and Madeleine during the ceremony. I would rather she did not view the ceremony; I think you would agree?"
"Yes, my lord," I said, "I am sure that Simone will agree to that; in fact I am sure that they have got a lot to discuss with each other." I grinned at the two girls. 
The Grand Master turned on his heel as we walked to the robing rooms. We entered and were met by Melanthe who bowed reverently. I introduced Simone and told her of the suggestion of the Grand Master. She accepted the proposal and helped me to dress. Down the corridor was the conference and I wandered off leaving the two girls talking animatedly. There were four other members present as I helped myself to coffee and we nodded recognition. I felt a touch on my shoulder and a voice as I turned. 
"Bonjour Sethin," the strident female voice boomed, "I hope you are well; I have not seen you since you visited me."
"Madame Lestrade," I held her hands and kissed her on both cheeks, "it is a pleasure that we meet again! Tell me, how are the young ladies?"
"Ahh, j'ai regrette, the indian girl she is fine but the girl from Africa.... Pouf, she is pregnant and we are going to have to abort her. Cost a lot of money and she will not be of much use for a long time. C'est la vie, m'sieur. But, how are you faring and how is that beautiful young woman you were with?" 
"Oh, fine." I took her arm and guided her to a seat, "My business affairs are running quite smoothly and Simone, apart from a few teenage tantrums, is as beautiful as ever."
"I could still use her you know." said the madam, "She would earn her keep." 
"The answer is still no." I shook my head, "Her father would return and haunt me if I let her do that. He probably doesn't wholly agree with what we get up to in bed now."
She laughed loudly. "You tell me that and yet you do not let me borrow her. You are a cruel man to deny my clients of such a talent. Ah well, perhaps one day."
"I think not, madame." I finished as the Grand Master arrived at the head of the table and called for order. The immediate silence was palpable. "Welcome Brothers and Sisters to this extraordinary meeting of the High Table. I have brought you here today to advise you of a significant change in the fortunes of the brotherhood and to seek your help. Most of you will be unaware of our contacts with our brothers and sisters in South East Asia over the past months. We have been discussing with them how we can mutually assist each other and I am pleased to advise you that we have an agreement in principle with our brothers in Thailand and probably in the Philippines and Malaysia. Indonesia will take a little longer. We are to initially operate a joint brotherhood in Bangkok and they will send representatives to Europe. We will be tapping in to their wealth of young girls for Europe. We will supply technicians to enlarge their film industry and offer a distribution service." The delegates all stood and spontaneously applauded. The Grand Master serenely acknowledged the accolade before continuing. "Now for the help. This temple has been selected to send a senior representative to Bangkok. They will be our ambassador as well as our ears and eyes. Now, they have asked for a gentleman - to the ladies I apologise unreservedly - with some technical knowledge. After much deliberation I have chosen Wizard Sethin - ", all eyes turned to me, -"and I hope that he is prepared to consider my proposal. If he accepts, and I sincerely entreat him to do so, then he will be granted the rank of Emeritus Master, an honour not bestowed by the Council for many years." He looked at me as he stopped.
"My lord, brothers and sisters." I stood up unsteadily and tried to gather my thoughts, "As but a fairly recent convert to the brotherhood, I am overwhelmed by your faith in me in such a short time. Naturally I accept with humility the responsibility and honour that you, and the Council, have bestowed upon me and I will endeavour to carry it out in a manner that will not disgrace the trust that you have placed in me. Otherwise, Grand Master, I am somewhat speechless." I sat down and the whole Circle applauded.
"I thank you my lord Sethin." the Grand Master bowed deeply, "And I am authorised by Grand Council to bestow upon you forthwith the rank of Emeritus Master. Come." He beckoned me to the front where a golden cushion had been placed. 
"Kneel." a steward instructed. I did so. The Grand Master took out a long poniard with a jewelled hilt.
"By the power bestowed in me by the Grand Council of the Brotherhood," he intoned to the assembly, "I command you to be witness to the entry of our honoured brother to the degree of Emeritus Master. With this relic shall he be elevated; with this relic shall he be linked."
I felt a sharp pain in my left earlobe and looked up to see blood on the point. "Let him guard this blade for his time on this plane for as it drew his blood so shall he that hold it be revered throughout the brotherhood."
He turned the poniard and handed it to me hilt first. I took it. He took my arm and helped me up, turned to the Circle. "I give you Emeritus Master Sethin. SLONSHAL!!"
The cry was taken up throughout the hall and I was congratulated voluminously as I returned to my seat.
"Congratulations, my lord," Madame Lestrade fussed over me like a broody hen, "a worthy choice. I fear that this means that we do not see you for a while, hein?"
"I fear that is so," I replied acknowledging yet more congratulations, " but do not worry for I will surely return to your charming company as soon as possible."
"Oh you delightful man." she took both my hands and kissed them, "You flatter me but I do so like it. But seriously, are you taking Simone with you?"
"My plans are a little unclear at present."
The madam smiled. "I will look after her while you are away, she needs to be protected."
"Doubtless to earn her keep," I tapped her hand playfully, "Madame Lestrade, you are a very wicked woman. No, if I have to leave her it will be either at l’Ecole or with Therese at Joker."
She shrugged and lifted her cup. An attendant began to usher us all out into the ceremonial chamber. I joined the others on the dais in front of the altar from where the Grand Master would address the throng. He glided smoothly in from the left, turned and faced the congregation and held up his hand to still the murmur. The noise died instantly. I noticed that most were holding wine chalices and realised that they were already under the influence of the powerful but subtle combination of hallucinogenic and autoerotic drugs. He came towards us stopping at the apex of the 'vee' that we formed. It was all very symbolic; the leader using the funnel of the high command to address the throng.
"Brothers and sisters." he intoned softly but clearly, "Today is the day of Refantation, the day when the Chosen One begins her year by submitting herself publicly to the Committee of Choosing. To follow, the Chosen One will serve as many of the throng as possible in as many minutes as there are years in her age. Saskir is one of our younger Chosen." He looked down as four acolytes brought in a large, square mattress and placed it in front of the alter. Bowing to the Grand Master they withdrew. A babble murmured through the crowd as four robed figures took up positions, one at each corner marked North, South, East and West. Then a slim figure, dressed in a long, white robe, a gold garland in her blonde hair, glided gracefully towards the four. As she approached she stopped and bowed gently to each of them. Two acolytes removed her robe as she held out her arms and the crowd gasped as she stood naked in front of them. Saskir was tiny, only about 1.5 metres tall; slim with only gently swelling breasts and a sparse, slightly darker, down in between her thighs. She crossed to the centre of the mattress and lay down, one leg straight, the other bent upwards. The Committee of Choosing also disrobed and each was sporting a firm erection, probably as the result of a little drug and manual assistance.