Nicola Redux Ch. 05

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Nicola Redux*

Olwen’s introduction. This is a work of fiction, dreamed up since joining Literotica and being inspired by lots of very hot kinky stories that I’ve already read. I don’t think I’m a vain person, but I have been self-centered enough to include a character based on myself. She is quite different to me, but I enjoyed putting myself in her shoes. I note that many authors here include a disclaimer that says all characters in the story are 18 or over, and that all sex is consensual. This applies to this serial too. If you like it, please vote and leave comments

*One dictionary definition of ‘Redux’ is ‘to bring back’ or ‘to bring home safely.’

Chapter Five

When they entered the living room, Kevin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He turned to Nicola in confusion.

“What the fuck’s going on here?” he asked aggressively. “I go away for a week with work and you break in here and re-arrange everything? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Nicola tried her best to look puzzled. She turned to the police constable and addressed him, as she had been told to do.

“I’m very sorry, officer,” she began. “My ex-husband seems to be drunk or something. I’ve not re-arranged anything. Since he moved out of this house, this is how the furniture has been arranged. I don’t know what else I can say.”

“Ex-husband?” shrieked Kevin. “You mad fucking bitch! We’re still married, and I fucking well live here ever since I kicked you out of …”

He clamped his mouth shut, realising that he just might have said too much.

PC Anderson looked at Lynette who nodded for him to carry on with his enquiries.

“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” he said, looking at both Nicola and then Kevin.

“You say you live here sir, and that you and this lady are married, but not living together. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” replied Kevin angrily.

Anderson turned to Nicola.

“And you, madam, you say that you live here, and have done since you and this gentleman got divorced. Is that correct?”

“Yes, officer, that’s perfectly correct,” replied Nicola politely.

“I always knew she was a frigid bitch,” snapped Kevin, “but I didn’t realise just how fucking deranged she was as well. The stupid cunt is barking mad!”

“Sir, I must ask you to moderate your language,” said PC Anderson. “That sort of language isn’t helping at all.”

Kevin glared at him.

“So what are you going to do to get this sorted out?” he demanded. “I’m tired after a long week away and I want to go to bed.”

PC Anderson looked at Lynette again, this time in desperation. She realised that he’d never been in a situation like this before. Now was the time for her to step in and provide Nicola with the means to prove that Kevin was neither her husband any more, nor did he reside at this address. She cleared her throat.

“It seems to me that we are at an impasse,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Unless either of you can provide concrete proof that what you are alleging is true, I’m afraid we will have to log this as a domestic dispute, and you will both have to engage legal help to sort this mess out.”

Nicola knew that this was what Lynette was going to say. In fact, the whole scenario was going just as Lynette had said it would. That meant that it was time for Nicola to speak.

“When you say ‘concrete proof’ would my copy of the divorce settlement and my recent bank statements be sufficient?” Nicola asked innocently. Kevin looked at her in triumph.

“Well that’s you fucked, you stupid bitch,” he sneered. “We’re not divorced and you haven’t got the faintest idea where I keep the bank statements.”

Nicola ignored this outburst and stood up.

“One moment, Mrs. Moran,” cautioned Lynette. “I’ll have to accompany you so as to verify that the documents you say you possess are indeed valid. If this goes to court, I need to be able to say that I saw you retrieve them in a legal manner.”

She turned to her junior colleague.

“Anderson, stay here and keep an eye on Mr. Moran. I’ll accompany Mrs. Moran to get these documents she says she possesses. Any questions?”

“No, Ma’am,” he replied respectfully. “You’re doing everything by the book, and both Mrs. Moran and I are witnesses to that effect.”

“Lead on, Mrs. Moran,” instructed Lynette, and Nicola walked towards the door. She almost forgot to say her lines, and Lynette prompted her.

“Where are these documents kept, Mrs. Moran?”

“Oh, they’re in the safe in the wardrobe in my bedroom,” Nicola replied, blushing as she realised her mistake.

No-one noticed her blush, because Kevin shot to his feet.

“How do you know about my safe, you cunt?” he yelled and raised his hand as if to strike her. PC Anderson sprang into action. He grabbed Kevin’s raised arm and twisted it behind his back. Kevin yelled in pain and jerked his head back in a sort of reverse head butt. But the policeman was used to subduing violent offenders, and he merely moved his own head out of the way before slamming Kevin face down onto the floor.

“Beg bahis firmaları your pardon, Ma’am,” he said calmly. “Should I arrest him?”

“Not yet, constable,” replied Lynette, “but if he opens his foul mouth again, you may arrest and caution him. He seems to be having some difficulty breathing with his face jammed into the carpet. Cuff him and put him to sit in that chair. I’ll be back shortly with Mrs. Moran.”

The two women went out of the living room and as soon as they were out of sight, Nicola turned to Lynette and whispered,

“I’m so sorry. I nearly pissed myself in there, I was so nervous.”

Lynette kissed her and Nicola melted into her arms. She took strength from Lynette’s steely determination to help her get revenge on Kevin. She realised that since they’d split up, she’d not really thought a great deal about him, but his outburst both outside the house, and indoors made her even more determined to see this plan through.

They went upstairs and Lynette told her to take her time. All the documents were laid out on the large double bed, and the two women did a quick check. Yes, everything was there.

“How long have we got?” Nicola asked, blushing.

Lynette reached under Nicola’s skirt and pushed her panties to one side.

“Long enough for me to do this,” she said, slipping a finger into Nicola’s cunt.

Nicola’s eyes fluttered and she opened her legs to give Lynette easier access.

“You’re beautifully wet,” Lynette grinned. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? I hope you’ll enjoy your initiation in the club tonight as much!”

“What is it?” asked Nicola, nervously. “Am I going to get fucked?”

“It’s worth more than my pension to let you know that,” Lynette smiled. “But I can tell you that everyone in the Inner Sanctum has gone through it and survived!”

She withdrew her finger, which glistened with Nicola’s cunt juice. She slipped it into her mouth and sucked.

“You taste wonderful,” she said, adding, “I really want to fuck you and make you cum all over my strap-on. I can’t wait for you to become a full member of the Inner Sanctum!”

Nicola leaned in and kissed her, getting a faint taste of her own cunt on the policewoman’s lips.

“We’d better go back downstairs,” she smiled, “or I’m likely to tear your clothes off and ruin all these wonderful plans that have been made for me!”

They rearranged their clothing and went back downstairs. Anderson stood up as they entered the living room. He raised his eyebrows in an unasked question.

“Well these documents were where Mrs Moran said they’d be,” confirmed Lynette. “In a locked safe in the wardrobe in Mrs. Moran’s bedroom. She told me the combination and I opened the safe and removed them. So I can categorically state that they were where we were told they’d be. I think we need to look through them, constable. Here. You take this pile and I’ll do the rest.”

Kevin was stunned. He said not a word and sat uncomfortably with his hands handcuffed behind him. It didn’t take PC Anderson too long to find the specially prepared document he was supposed to discover.

“Ma’am?” he said, holding out a piece of paper. “I think you ought to see this. It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Moran divorced after nine months of separation. Mrs. Moran was telling the truth.”

Kevin shook his head in disbelief. “She’s fucking mad,” he muttered, “and she’s taking you two for fucking idiots. Not that that’s too hard to do,” he continued, “the pair of you are as thick as shit if you fall for this cunt’s lies.”

“Do your duty, constable,” said Lynette, glaring at Kevin.

PC Anderson recited the well-known words, informing Kevin that he was now under arrest, and that anything he said could and would be used in evidence.

Kevin seemed to realise that he’d fucked up badly, and clamped his mouth shut. Lynette and PC Anderson continued their perusal of the documents.

Lynette gave the constable a few minutes to thumb through his pile, then took out a piece of paper from her own pile.

“Look at this, Anderson,” she said. “This confirms that Mrs. Moran bought her ex-husband out of this house. It’s a receipt for thirty thousand pounds, and on these bank statements there are regular monthly payments to the Building Society. So Mrs. Moran, you took over the mortgage on this house when your ex-husband moved out?”

“That’s correct,” confirmed Nicola calmly. “And if you look, there should be a letter confirming that I’ve paid off the mortgage, and that I am the sole owner of this property.”

Anderson shuffled through his papers and came up with the relevant document. He handed it to his superior.

Lynette pretended to scan it, and returned it to the pile.

“I’m convinced that Mrs. Moran is telling us the truth,” she concluded. “Do you agree, constable?”

“I do, Ma’am,” replied the policeman loyally. “What do you suggest we do now, Ma’am?”

“Well we need to take Mr. Moran down to the station to process him, and then no doubt, he’ll be released until he’s due in court. I want a presence here in The Close, kaçak iddaa because I’m not convinced that Mr. Moran will stay away from his ex-wife. Arrange that, constable, please.”

“Very good, Ma’am,” came the reply. “Would you prefer a car, or a constable on foot?”

“Oh, a car, I think,” replied Lynette. “It’s a much more visible deterrent.”

Things moved very rapidly after that. PC Anderson radioed for a car to take Nicola back to school, and he and Lynette took Kevin back to the police station to be processed.

Nicola’s phone buzzed as she was being driven back to school by PC Sterling, and she read Lynette’s text with a smile.

“Your twat of an ex-husband has been de-arrested and given a caution,” she read. “He’s agreed to stay away from The Close, on pain of arrest. I’ve texted Olwen, and she’s arranged for Malvina to come and pick Kevin up from the station. She’s going to offer to put him up for a while until he can work out how to get you out.”

Nicola re-read that bit. She was somewhat concerned. What if the forged documents didn’t stand up to scrutiny?

“Don’t be stupid,” she admonished herself silently. “Your friends know what they’re doing. Everything’s going to be OK.”

She scrolled down to read the next bit of Lynette’s text message.

“Malvina has instructions to suggest that they go to the club tonight. Given what he’s just experienced, Kevin will want to take his anger out on someone. Malvina’s going to tell him that she needs a good thrashing and then a long night of fucking. I think we can safely say that he’ll oblige, although it won’t be Malvina who gets the thrashing!”

Nicola giggled, and PC Sterling smiled at her. “Good news, Miss?” she asked.

“Yes thanks. Very good news,” Nicola replied, turning back to finish Lynette’s message.

“I’ve also texted Myra, who’s still in school, of course. She’ll take you home and dress you for your initiation tonight. Get that over and done with and then you and I are going to play. If you’re a very good girl, I’ll even let you strap-on and fuck me. Virtual kisses until tonight. Love from L xxx”

Nicola squirmed in the back seat of the police car. She could feel the heat emanating from her cunt and her nipples were like two bullets. They approached the gates of the school, and she asked PC Sterling to drop her off before they got onto school premises.

“I don’t want the pupils seeing me being brought back to school in a police patrol car,” she joked.

Sterling stopped the car and turned around to look at her.

“I was ordered to see you back on the school premises safely ” she began. “I know it’s awkward, but I have to do what I’m told.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Nicola smiled. “I tell you what, let me out here, and I’ll walk in and you can park in the school driveway and when I get past you, you’ll have done your duty. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes, of course, Miss,” replied the young police officer. “Just make sure you don’t trip over and break your neck before you get past me!”

Nicola reported back to the Head teacher, who seemed most interested in what had gone on that required her to absent herself from school.

“It was a misunderstanding,” she said, offhandedly. “My ex-husband seemed to think that he could just come back into my life, and he caused a bit of a stir when he couldn’t get into my house. The police have sorted it out, but they won’t be making too much of a fuss in case it affects the school.”

“Oh bloody hell, I hope that doesn’t happen.” The Head sounded most perturbed.

“Well I’m not going to broadcast it,” replied Nicola, “and Commander Jenkins reminded me to tell you that neither you, nor Mrs. Pugh should mention what happened this morning.”

“Oh, of course not,” replied Mr. Abbott, and Nicola thought that Myra’s nickname for him was never more appropriate. He really was a total Tit!

She dropped into the staff room to grab a cup of coffee before afternoon school, and Myra winked at her, and shook her head. Nicola understood, and went straight to the kitchen area to make herself a cup of coffee. She had just finished pouring the milk in when the bell to signal the start of afternoon school rang. She swilled the teaspoon under the tap and put it on the draining board rack and went to her classroom for registration.

Later that afternoon, there was a knock on her door and Myra came in. The class stood respectfully and Myra thanked them and told them to sit. She turned her back to the pupils and addressed Nicola quietly.

“Don’t hang about at the end of the day,” she began. “I’ll take you home and get you ready. You’ll have to shower and shave your cunt. I’ll lay out your clothes and Georgina will drive us to the club. I daren’t tell you what is in store for you, but I’m sure you’ll sail through it. Then once you’ve become a full member of the Inner Sanctum, you can give Malvina that thrashing you promised her. And your bastard of an ex-husband will be there too. I dare say you’ll want to let him know what you’ve become!”

Before Nicola kaçak bahis could think of an answer, Myra stalked out, leaving her to ponder exactly what she was going to have to endure later on that evening.

Afternoon school seemed to drag on and on, but eventually the bell rang for the end of the day, the end of the week, the term and the school year. A huge cheer erupted from the whole school as pupils emerged into the sunshine to begin six whole weeks of freedom.

Myra and Nicola weren’t far behind them. After doing their school bus supervision, they hurried to Myra’s car and drove home. Nicola tried to prize out some details of tonight’s encounter, but Myra remained tight lipped.

Georgina was on hand to provide fresh cups of tea as they arrived, and when they had been drunk, Myra ordered Nicola upstairs.

“Get yourself showered and shaved,” she told her. “I’m going to put out your clothes for this evening. You seemed to like that corset you borrowed the other evening. Will that suit you again?”

“Oh yes please,” replied Nicola. “Wearing that made me feel so sexy, and I want to make a very good impression on the Ladies tonight.”

Myra smiled and said nothing. She made shooing motions with her hands and Nicola fled to the bathroom. She was going to make sure she had the smoothest cunt possible.

When she’d gone, Myra summoned Georgina.

“Get that corset out, and stockings too,” she instructed her sissy. “Put them in a bag, and make sure you don’t ladder the stockings. I suspect Nicola will take her time in the shower, so when you’ve finished, come back here. You can worship my cunt for ten minutes or so. It’ll get me in the mood for tonight!”

Forty minutes later, Nicola emerged from the bathroom, pink and glowing all over. She’d shaved her cunt twice and was convinced that there were no stray pubes or even the slightest hint of stubble left. She’d rubbed moisturising cream all over, and she thought she looked and smelt fabulous. As she opened the bathroom door, she heard Myra’s voice.

“I’m in my bedroom. Come in here, please”

Nicola did as she was told.

“Stand there, and raise your arms above your head,” Myra instructed. Shivering slightly, Nicola obeyed.

Myra walked around her, looking her up and down. She ran her hand over Nicola’s shaved cunt and nodded approvingly.

“Legs open,” she said softly, and when Nicola had done as she was told, Myra fingered her until she felt Nicola begin to get wet. Then she removed her hand.

“Bend over.” Nicola felt her arsehole being fingered and she bit her bottom lip as Myra’s index finger worked its way into her arse. It was quickly withdrawn.

“Stand up straight. Arms by your sides”

Once again Nicola did as she was told, and Myra felt her tits. Her nipples began to react, and were both pinched hard. Nicola breathed deeply, and uttered no sound. Myra smiled cruelly at her.

“Good girl” she whispered.

And then her initial inspection was over. Myra relaxed and smiled at her.

“You’ve passed the first part of your test,” she told Nicola. “You’ve prepared your body perfectly. A beautiful smooth cunt which reacted perfectly to my fingering. Your tits are both firm and yet beautifully soft. Your nipples react to stimulation. I’m satisfied that you will be a valuable addition to the Inner Sanctum. Now, before we leave, do you have any questions?”

“Um… yes I do, actually,” replied Nicola. “You said “before we leave”; where are my clothes?”

“Georgina has them packed up safely in a bag,” replied Myra. “Your initiation begins as soon as we enter the club, and you have to endure it totally naked. If you pass, and I see no reason why you shouldn’t, you will be allowed to dress, and take your place amongst your fellow Inner Sanctum members. Now, hurry downstairs. Georgina has the car in the garage. You have to sit in the front with her this evening.”

“Before we go, may I ask one more question?” begged Nicola.

“Yes, alright, but make it quick!” snapped Myra.

“May I kiss you? I want to say ‘thank you’ for everything that you’ve done for me these past few weeks,” Nicola said, blushing deeply. “If I don’t pass my initiation test, I still want you to know how grateful I am to you and the rest of the Ladies.”

Myra smiled at her young friend, and opened her arms. They embraced and Nicola kissed her mentor. She used as much tongue as she could, to explore every part of Myra’s mouth. She allowed Myra to suck on her tongue, and then re-paid the compliment. When the kiss ended, both women were wide eyed and breathless.

“If you don’t pass your test tonight, I’m going to give you the finest thrashing you’re ever likely to get,” Myra said fervently. “You are going to be such an asset to the Inner Sanctum. Now get that beautiful body of yours down to the garage!”

Georgina stood in the kitchen, holding the door to the garage open. He smiled at Nicola, and as she passed, he whispered, “Good luck, Mistress.”

He opened the rear door for Myra, and closed it when she’d got in. Nicola had let herself into the front and was buckled up by the time Georgina got in. She excused herself, and reached over and opened the glove compartment. She brought out a short, stubby butt plug, which she handed to Nicola.

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