David E Balaam - Nothing Is Sacrosanct

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Dark, twisted yet with a very real pertinence to modern society, David Balaam's 'Nothing is Sacrosanct' takes readers deep into the life of an adult victim of child abuse whose own personality demons turn his streak for vengeance into a cinematic adventure. But, fiction aside, Balaam's narrative has a wholly-serious message – that anything can be changed, anyone can be brought to account, and no one is sacrosanct.
Marcus Hartstein was abused as a young boy in Austria by his parents during the Second World War. In 1946 he is rescued by a kindly Doctor from the British Sector as suspicion is growing about his mother's death. When his friend and saviour is killed along with his wife, he vows revenge, and to protect his now-orphaned step-sister, Barbara. Although he changes his name to Hartmann his act of revenge sees him recruited by the Secret Service, and during one of his covert missions in Armenia, rescues a beautiful young Kurdish woman, Rosa. Marcus is constantly fighting his dormant memories of his early home life, and his treatment by his parents, and vows revenge on behalf of other young boys who have been harmed, where their perpetrators have not faced justice.
Detective Christine Ling has been following the Rope Killer, as the press call him, for many years, and is on the verge of catching her quarry, and perhaps saving the life of a suspected paedophile, and from the macabre manner in which his victims are left – but can she make the rendezvous in time?
On the other side of Marcus Hartmann is a gentle, generous and loving person, who, along with Barbara and Rosa, help to educate consenting couples in the art of Making Love. Life throws many challenges to Marcus Hartmann; physically abused boy, murderer, guardian, lover; but as a survivor for Justice he can only help a pitiful few victims of the abuse he suffered – not knowing to what extent this disease is actually rampant in our society, not just in his time, but in the years to follow – in the present

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I hadn't noticed earlier when I awoke, but Marcus had changed into a long satin dressing gown, decorated with fine embroidery of oriental characters and dragons. He took hold of my hands and leant forward to kiss each one. I shivered, not out of coldness but something else.

“Are you going to kill us?” I whispered. I don't know what made me say it, but something in me felt a need to know. Marcus looked more hurt than anything. “Good heavens, woman. What made you ask that?”

Goosebumps tingled my arms and ran down my spine. I could have left, should have left maybe, but fear and curiosity are strange bedfellows, and curiosity will usually win over in the end. “I don't know . . . I'm sorry, Marcus, I . . . ,” but I was lost for words, feeling foolish and embarrassed.

He patted his left knee. “Come, sit here,” he said gently, never losing eye contact with me. I flattened my dress down as far as possible and gingerly sat on his left leg, feeling his hand on the small of my back, as if to support me. “How long have you and Chas been together?” His voice was soft and his tone was measured with that still unplaceable accent. Our heads were close, and I could smell the sweet fragrance of Southern Comfort on his breath.

“Since the New Year. We met at a party.” I whispered, holding down the hem of my dress.

“Put your arm around my neck, you will feel more comfortable.” I obeyed without question. I didn't want to give the impression I was scared or mistrusting again. I met his gaze and felt somehow reassured by his clear steel-blue eyes gently smiling at me. His pale moustache was trimmed neatly and seemed in contrast to his thick dark blond hair, loosely combed back on both sides. Many men his age would have killed for such a head of hair.

I felt his right hand touch the top of my leg, gently caressing it with his fingers in a circular motion. “It’s OK, Isabel. Do you know what ‘Free Will’ is?” His soft voice must have had a calming effect on me because I nodded in the positive, but not really knowing for sure.

“I will take you to another world if you want me to. One of pleasure and passion. A safe world where no harm will come to you, I promise.”

He sounded sincere in what he was saying and I was feeling more relaxed now; absorbed by his words, but saying nothing – not even NO or STOP, as you think I should have.

Sensing I was OK with the situation he moved his hand to my face and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. His middle finger moved over my lips and I voluntary kissed it. My mouth opened, and I sucked in the tips of his fingers. I closed my eyes and my heart pounded faster, and the Goosebumps surfaced again. He leant closer to kiss my lips, teasing them open, his tongue parting them further to touch mine and explore my ready mouth. The back of his hand caressed my inner thigh, and I pulled back from his embrace. He smiled, again, reassuringly.

I bit my lower lip and he continued stroking my thighs. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the experience although something in me knew this should not be happening. “Chas. Where is Chas?” I whispered, letting this man, this stranger, continue to do whatever he wanted to me.

How was this happening? Chas and I are happy, and we have a good relationship which seems to be going somewhere. Sex has been good . . . it’s been OK . . . but nothing like this.

This is another world where it is impossible to tell right from wrong or good from bad, although nothing really bad has happened, so far, has it? I am in control, I told myself and murmured with pleasure to what was happening to me. I voluntarily parted my legs a little wider, now gripping Marcus’s shoulder for support as I was about to explode. Just when I thought this was happening, he stopped and kissed my neck.

“Do you remember Rosa, from the pub?” I opened my eyes and blinked several times, and promptly closed my legs, trying to hide my embarrassment at seeing this beautiful woman appear from nowhere.

“Hello, Isabel. I see Marcus has been taking good care of you.” She spoke softly, and she too, with an accent I didn't recognise. I looked around the room wondering where Chas was. “Don’t worry,” she said, “Charlie is fine”, and positioned herself on Marcus’s other leg, opposite me, and kissed him lovingly. “Can you take us both?” she said, smiling. Marcus grinned. “You are not that heavy my dear if that’s what you mean.” But I knew she didn't mean that.

Rosa was indeed slim, around five foot seven with thick shoulder-length black hair and a wonderful natural Mediterranean complexion. Her deep-set brown eyes were bright and alert. Her lips were full and moist and her tongue was pierced with a silver stud. She wore black satin pyjama trousers with a white embroidered oriental style top, fastened by red braided loops from the neck down. She looked gorgeous. She turned and smiled at me, then taking my left hand kissed it on each side. That overwhelming feeling of uncertainty returned. I shuddered again, but with inquisitive desire rather than trepidation.

“I want you to copy me. Do what I do.” And she kissed my hand again. I looked at Marcus for confirmation I suppose, but he just nodded a surreptitious smile. I took Rosa’s right hand and slowly raised it to my lips, kissing it once. She nodded, smiling. She took my hand again and turned it over, working her tongue between my fingers. I copied her, liking how she tasted of sweet coconut milk and almonds. She lowered my hand onto her upper leg, and leant forward, placing her hands on my thin clammy legs.

Our faces were almost touching. I could smell her perfume and her soft breath on my face. Our lips touched, and again, I did not resist as she parted them with her tongue and kissed me as I had never been kissed before. As we kissed she moved her hands slowly up and down my thighs, pushing my dress higher and higher until my knickers were in full view. I moved my hands to her shoulders to stop myself falling backwards, even though Marcus’s arm was holding my back.

“You are lovely,” she said, touching my face and kissing me again. I closed my eyes and let her hands find my thighs while Marcus caressed the back of my neck, and I felt a surge of ecstasy as he cupped my breasts – I felt I was being touched by a thousand angels as my body reacted to all the pleasure points; thighs, neck, lips, breasts . . . but how was this possible, all at once, it would take . . . I opened my eyes and looked down at the hands holding my breasts - it was Chas. I took hold of his hands, which he did not remove, and squeezed them harder, feeling the pleasure surge through me again. “Where have you been?” I asked, lifting my head to see his upside-down face smiling back at me.

“I see you are in good hands,” he laughed back, looking at Rosa. He moved and knelt in front of me, leaning in to kiss me – long, and more tenderly than I can remember. I touched his face.

“I don’t know what happened . . . it just did. . . I . . .” He put a finger to my lips. “Hush, my darling. Do you want to enjoy more . . . there is more,” and looked at Rosa with a knowing grin.

“If you are OK, then I suppose,” but before I could finish, Chas and Rosa stood. She kissed him, which took me by surprise and a twinge of jealousy pricked me on seeing my man with another woman.

Why was I having these feelings? I know nothing of lovemaking. We are just an ordinary couple living our ordinary lives. What is this world we have found ourselves in? It feels safe and warm. I feel . . . wonderful, I feel . . . enlightened. I watched as Chas touched her arm as they kissed, and she ran her hand down his front to his now obvious erection. “I think you need to be taken in hand young man,” Rosa said, looking at me, and winked. I realised what was about to happen. I had read about orgies and group sex in men’s magazines, and I had even masturbated once on seeing Jason Donavan nearly naked in a full-page spread (I was very young after all). But now it was about to happen, for real.

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