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{ASSM}  The Strange Case of the Missing Madonna ~ A Holmes &
Hove adventure Chapter five of several) [Yotna El'toub]
(MF,FF,MC,NC,magic. Caution: blasphemous)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit
language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an
adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
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***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Due to the subject matter this Holmes and
Hove adventure will contain not only sex, but blasphemous
content. I have no desire to upset people or their deeply held
belief's, so if this is likely to upset you; stop reading *NOW*.
If you continue to read despite my warning my conscience is
clear, as *YOU* have made a free choice.
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Holmes arrived home late, tired but satisfied. He not only had a
better idea of the illuminati's plan, but his research in the
library had turned up a clue. A clue that fitted in nicely with
the unwelcome, be-gloved visitor. Yes, it had been a productive,
if inordinately long day. As Holmes relaxed he realised there was
no sign of Hove - or indeed the much needed maps. Well it was
late, maybe Brighton had done the sensible thing and gone to bed.


Holmes yawned, that now seemed a capital idea, he would retire as
well. Ned walked to the front door and securely bolted it. Weary
of the day, he trudged up the stairs to his lonely bedroom.


               -------------------------


Things were much more active at the manse. Clarice had withdrawn
and prepared to leave the vicarage. She would have already left
had she known her destination, but she had no defined plans. She
had expected guidance but even when she concentrated none was
forthcoming. She relaxed and turned her attention to the coupling
of the two young lovers. Their mutual lust was impressive, they
had explored and penetrated each other for hours, but their
enthusiasm was undiminished.

Mary knelt on all fours while William ploughed her furrow with
glee. His left hand steadied himself against her buttock whilst
his right dug long fingers into her rear passage. Clarice
marvelled at how quickly the innocents became debauched, it was a
testament to Satan's power. She felt her own quim contract at the
very thought of her masters name, idly she wondered what her
reward would be. The obscene details that filled her head
encouraged her to rub her thighs together in appreciation.

She dimly realised, through a curtain of desire, that the room
was becoming light. How could it be dawn so soon, had she really
gazed on at the fornicators for so very long? A shaft of sunlight
crept between the window shade and the frame; its presence
answered her question. She had! A loud rapping sounded from
downstairs. The sensual couple ignored it resolutely and
continued their love making at a pace. When the rap sounded again
Clarice decided to investigate.

She opened the door to a smirking Dashwood.

"How are things progressing? Is our Reverend initiated in the
carnal arts?" He asked.

"More than initiated, immersed I would say. Both him and his
housekeeper..." Clarice replied.

"Housekeeper? Was that strictly necessary?"

"As I have said before. I have my needs!" Clarice snapped.

"Indeed, but we do not want to create a fuss in the village."
Dashwood growled.

"Do not forget who I am! I am the re-incarnation..."

"I apologise profusely. Please accept my humble apologies."
Dashwood urgently added.

"Accepted, do not forget again. I may not be so amenable."
Clarice warned.

Dashwood nodded, he then followed Clarice into the manse. As he
walked, dark thoughts ran through him. 'I shall delight in
personally removing her delusions of grandeur once this pretence
is over. Remove them I will, with relish and delight; should she
want it or not.' When Clarice turned, Dashwood beamed a
sycophantic smile.

They sat in the study, Clarice behind the Reverend's polished
desk and Dashwood schoolboy-like before it.

"Do you think the Reverend will do as you direct?"

"Once he has had his fill of Mary he may." Clarice replied.

"Now is the time to find out, I want him to summon his detective
here."

"Why do we want to encourage this investigator?"

"The illuminati requires it. That is enough." Dashwood replied,
his annoyance showing.

"As maybe. What if I do not agree?"

"Do you agree?"

"I see no reason to object."

"Then let us get it done, now that you have decided, my lady."

Clarice smiled widely at Dashwood's apparent deference.

"Now we have established who is in command."

"Quite so." Dashwood nodded. He made a mental note that Clarice
needed disposing of sooner rather than later.


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Holmes woke after an unusually peaceful night. Humming merrily he
started down the stairs. He stopped humming when he heard an odd
rustling against the door. Cautiously Ned edged towards the door
and unbolted it - carefully. Slowly he opened it. He jumped as
Brighton's body slumped into the hallway.

"Good god! Brighton! Are you all right?"

Brighton looked up at Holmes from the floor.

"I have the maps..." Brighton stuttered.

"To the devil with the maps. What has happened to you?" Holmes
knelt, and supported Brighton's swaying head.

"I was accosted Holmes, accosted by a man I followed..." Hove
coughed, spluttering a little blood onto his white collar.

"Let me get you to a chair old man, that and a snifter should
sort you out."

Minutes later Hove sat swallowing a large slug of whisky, his
hands trembled slightly less. Ned gazed down at him with concern.


"Are you able to tell me now my friend?" Ned asked, kindly.

"I shall relate my tale, but there are details I will tell no
living soul. On this you will have to bear with me Holmes."

"Of course Brighton, tell me what you will."

As Holmes listened to Brighton's story, he wondered at both his
friend's state and his reluctance to tell his whole tale. Ned
could not understand what would affect Hove so deeply. He was a
man of spunk normally, not one to be so easily cowered.

Then as Hove related the attack in the park, it occurred to him.
The substances he read about could account for Hove being
immobilised, and his omission was clearly related to something
unspeakable that had occurred during his immobility. Ned's eyes
narrowed and hardened.

"This man with the gloves, can you describe him?" Holmes asked.

"Germanic, square templed with a deep lantern jaw."

"And his gloves, did they smell?"

"Yes leathery, musty - I suppose."

"Musty you say, can you describe it better?"

"Like leaves, damp autumn leaves." Replied Hove.

"Just as I suspected. You were drugged."

"Drugged! By Jove, how?"

"Plant extract, you in your panic, inhaled the fumes deeply. That
is almost certainly what stopped you moving."

"Lord, can drugs do that? Could they also..." Brighton's voice
tailed off.

"Yes, drugs can cause a lot of side-effects, loss of voluntary
muscle control - without affecting involuntary control."

Brighton looked confused.

"Which means?"

"That you may not be able to move, but your body may still react
to stimuli..." Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Really!" Hove smiled weakly, "Not that anything of that sort
happened to me - of course."

"Oh, indeed - of course not."

"Well old chap," asked Brighton more brightly, "what is to be
done now?"

"Tomorrow, when you have had some time to recover we travel to
West Wycombe. I think these caves require some investigation."

"Excellent, and if I find that bounder. I will re-balance
things."

"Oh, I do not doubt it Brighton. I do not doubt it at all."
Chuckled Holmes.


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Dashwood looked on in dismay, as Clarice tried to persuade
William and Mary to stop fondling and attend to her commands.
Finally he snapped and dashing across the room he dealt a back
handed slap to Clarice. The slap sent the surprised woman to the
floor. William stopped manipulating his housekeeper's quim and
looked at the interloper aghast.

"Enough! It is time to work, do you all understand. I am not a
patient man." Dashwood shouted.

Clarice rose unsteadily to her feet, and then glared at Dashwood.


"You fool, you will pay for striking me!" She railed.

"In what way whore? You have no power. You are but a plaything
for us."

"I have power! I flew here as a witch, did I not?" Clarice
grumbled.

"You have no idea, do you? Without our illuminated knowledge you
would be nought," Dashwood pulled in his breath noisily, "Now be
quiet woman!"

Clarice looked to the heaven's and summoned her assumed powers.
Turning she glared once more at Dashwood and let out a terrible
curse.

"Wither this annoying upstart away! I, the whore of Nazareth
demand it!"

Nothing happened. Clarice repeated the spell, once more nothing.
Confused she slumped back to the floor, her eyes flickering as
she tried to comprehend her apparent impotence.

"Good, now sit there and think about things - while I organise
events." Sneered Dashwood. He turned back to the trembling
couple.

"Now, good sir you will stop your love-play and summon the
detective here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes - how? Do you want me to write to him?"

"No, send a telegram - the Post Office in Henley has a
Wheatstone's, if you leave now - he should have it today."

"Yes, now of course, when do you want him to come?" Asked
William.

"As soon as possible, tell him it is urgent. Tell him the very
Empire is at stake."

"Yes, shall I take Mary with me?"

"No, I have need of her here." Smiled Dashwood.

"Ne.., need of her, in what way?"

"In a way you need not know Reverend. Now get dressed, and run
along." Dashwood waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes, m-master at once." William scurried away to retrieve his
hastily discarded garb. In minutes he was gone.

Dashwood kicked Clarice impolitely with his foot.

"Slave, I have needs," He smiled wickedly, "I have the need to be
entertained."

"How may I serve you master?" Came the bleak reply.

"I would like you to service Mary whilst I watch. Not too
repugnant a task I expect?"

"How? How should I service her master?"

"With your hands, I will guide you."

"Yes master, as you say." Clarice rose and walked to the bed, her
hands fell between Mary's thighs. There they fluttered.

"Enter her with a finger..." Dashwood sighed.

Clarice complied, slipping her first finger deeply into Mary's
stretched slit.

"More, more fingers - harder." Dashwood croaked.

Skilfully Clarice wiggled her fingers deep into the chasm of
Mary's quim. As she pushed harder she felt the bluntness of the
mouth of Mary's womb.

"More, hand - urgh, more..." Grunted Dashwood, his glistening
eyes bulging.

The motivated slave folded her thumb in towards her palm, she
pushed against the mounting resistance. Her hand stuttered and
then slid fully inside Mary. Clarice felt the damp walls suck
against her plunging fist. Mary bucked wildly causing the mouth
of her quim to open and close around Clarice's pumping wrist.

Dashwood groaned as his convulsing organ freed its load into his
britches. He felt the satisfaction of power rip through him. He
was ready, he was ready for anything.


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"Holmes, Ned! - We have a telegram... From the Reverend."

Ned took the scrap of paper from Hove. He read it silently until
he reached one phrase.

"...the very Empire is in danger. Please attend me as soon as you
can, there is much I can not tell you in such a public way."

"It sounds incredible Holmes, can it be true?"

"Yes it is. I overheard them last night. The one who assaulted
you inferred as much."

"Good grief, we had better pack Holmes!"

"We shall stick to the plan my friend. I fear we shall need you
to be in fine fettle. We can expect a fight. I just hope we can
stop them."

Brighton blinked, in all the years he had know Holmes he had
never heard him express doubt, not about anything. This was
serious.


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To be continued...



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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub May 2006
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