The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... body, as it is, will turn into a vessel that will sail an ocean, Gary, and it must be kept in the here and now for us both to be on board.’

‘What?’ Gary cried as he tried to make sense of what she said, ‘why can’t you just let me go?’

‘Gary, your physical existence is nothing. We are going to places that your body cannot go, to the land of dreams, and we are going together.’

‘That’s crap!’ Gary shouted, intimidated by the notion, ‘That’s crap!’

‘Obviously, I will need to show you.’ She soothed, and removed the quilt that maintained whatever warmth he still possessed. She tilted her head at his spread-eagled nakedness.. ‘So beautiful, so elegant.’ She hushed. ‘Soon, Gary, time will have a different quality, it will shape itself and move like water, all around us.’

Gary thought to himself of how much like a drunken night out it sounded and grew even further suspicious of her intent. ‘What do you mean, what are you going to do?’

Mrs. Gupta broke into a smile and dropped her hand to his chest hair. Gary, started and she ran her fingers through it. ‘The earth is full of goodness. It feeds us and warms us and provides us with what we need. My lord began as a handful of earth Gary, and the sun and the rain gave him the strength that his mother could not and his father would not. What we are to share, “Maro Prema” is given to us by my Lord and our earth.’

‘What was this namby nonsense?’ thought Gary. Though he was distrustful and fearful of those around him, he ...

... remained firmly fixed in the here and now. What he knew was that he was a captive, was being physically abused and wanted to use violence to revenge himself. There was also the issue with his inner sexual desire, which rumbled beneath like a dormant volcano, one that was having it’s neighbourhood evacuated.

‘It is said that the child of my Lord, Satoshi Maa, wore white flowers in her hair and sent her lovers to heaven with their scent.’ Mrs. Gupta drew a tapered quill from her pocket and began to burn the end of it from the nearest of the lighted candles.

Gary thought for a moment, Mrs. Gupta had seemed to be a reasonable woman, maybe there was a chance that she could release him from these restraints. Once done, he was sure that he could fight his way out of a house full of women.

‘Aye, Mrs. Gupta, but I need to stretch my legs for a bit, you don’t think you could, like, undo these cuffs, eh?’ It was a hopelessly naïve request.

‘But, those restraints are not the ones I must release, Gary. It is those that anchor your soul that I must dissolve.’ His heart sunk as he understood that he must be subjected to another ordeal.

‘That one was for the wind. This one,' she held another quill, a red one, which she lit and held fanned out with the first, ‘is for the sun.’ She pulled another from her hair, ‘and this one is for my Lord, my truth, my life.’

The first quill, though it had released grey smoke, seemed quite inert to his senses, the second, which produced pink ...