VICTORIAN VICKI

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

Vicki was bone tired, and sad.

She had been searching through the London, MI5 and Interpol, criminal records systems, for a trail. And with the help of a very astute, library assistant Constable Donna Perth had tracked a pattern of sadistic brutal murders reaching around the globe back to their origin, a century ago in 1898.

Victorian London, and the Jack the Ripper Murders. He had eluded her then, but she had considered either Sir Wiliam Henry Gull or Kosminski as the prime suspects. But without a shred of proof had reluctantly let both escape.

But after accumulating CD's full of relevant data, Vicki had been called away to winkle out of his jungle fortress, the man who had started the Rwanda genocide that had killed thousands of his fellow countrymen because of their European appearing face. Unfortunately, the ogre refused Vicki's offer of safe transport to the Geneva courts. And left her no choice but to just leave her calling card and depart. As Vicki had walked over the bodies of his loyal guards towards, her helicopter, he sat tied into his favorite chair, the TV running a video tape of the fields of dead he had initiated.

Then Vicki's calling card, a live grenade she had shoved into his mouth and secured with duct tap, went off. " I must stop doing that" Vicki chided herself as she climbed into her helicopter.

"No way" Came the response to herself.

Two morning later she had walked into the New Scotland Yard in downtown London, slightly annoyed at the lack of discreet wolf whistles her body hugging black leather cat suit usually brought to her ears from both male and female lips. Vicki had met quite a few, and had spent even more pleasant evenings with, the female originators. But today, silence and no one willing to meet her eyes. Up in the research section, she had found Donna's office empty, and the other researcher she asked about her, simply turned and walked away. Confused she made her way into Chief Inspector Norman's office in the secure section. He greeted her very politely, but with complete, unattached formality.

"Where is Constable Perth?" She inquired.

"Dead" Came the single word answer in a flat tone.

"How and why" Vicki asked.

He just handed her a plain manila folder, without comment.

Inside graphic pictures of a nude headless female's body, her loins cut out and the rest of her femaleness sliced. Vicki had explored intimately every nuance of that body, sharing and instructing pleasure.

"She was perfectly happy being our best criminologist researcher" He informed Vicki in a toneless voice. "Until you came along"

"And when you departed, the project unfinished, she decided to do a little unauthorized field detective work on her own"

"I promise you, I will extract the most painful revenge on the perpetrator of this outrage" Vicki informed him, as she stood.

"It was her own father" His voice shocked her. "He has absolutely no memory of the gruesome murder, and after coming around, sitting in a chair facing her body, his own covered in her blood. One of his own surgical scalpel collection still in his hand. He called me, freezing me with horror at his confession, and blew his brains out with his own service revolver as I listened at the other end of the line"

"Why did he call you?" Vicki whispered.

"He was my brother and our chief pathologist" He replied, slumping down in his chair.

"You said the scalpel was from his private collection" Vicki inquired. "Yes, from a Victorian doctors bag. He has doctors implements back to the Mesopotamian"

Vicki was digesting this, moments later as she wandered aimlessly down Paul Mall. A cars horn startled her and familiar young female voice called'

"Mistress Vicki, would you care for a ride?"

Vicki looked up to see a familiar friendly face framed in a silver gray Rolls Royce Cornice window.

"Certainly dear Alice" She smiled as the door was opened by one of her gray uniformed guards.

"I need a quiet safe place to plan my next move against the horror" She thought as she slipped in beside Alice. Mary, her Castillian, Tasha her bodyguard and Millia her personal chef greeted her with smiles.

"We are heading back to the Manor, or do you wish to be dropped off at the house you so justly received when you rescued me twice, as I remember" Alice inquired.

"Your great Manor will be fine" Vicki replied, settling down beside her, as she looked lovingly up into Vicki's eyes.

"And I know how I will be relaxing" She told herself as she smiled back.

The Cornices rear was opulent in the extreme. A leather bench seat, more akin to a sofa occupied the very rear, Alice and Mary dwarfed in the middle. Facing them, Tasha, her bodyguard sat in a comfortable leather swivel chair behind the driver and Millia her personal chef in another behind the guard in the passenger seat. Between them an impressive entertainment and refreshment console. All the interiors trim either leather, ivory or rare woods.

But on closer inspection, Alice the center and reason for all this, appeared thin and drawn.

"We are returning to the manor from a visit with my mum and dad" Alice quietly informed Vicki." But I was so tired I fell asleep" "And were hooked up to the Commonwealth's mainframe for downloading, I'll bet" Vicki thought to herself.

"Been away?" Vicki inquired.

"Yes" Alice sighed. "It is so hard when I first get back, but my friends are a great help.

Vicki could see Alice's left hand gripped Mary, her Castillian's right hand tightly, as she gradually nodded off and slumped up against her shoulder.

Mary's eyes had a detached look and, slipping out of phase, Vicki observed Mary's brain had been extensively implanted with Atlantiean communications crystals as well as the one in her cerebral cortex. Mary had not only been surgically altered to appear as an older sister of Alice, trained as a psychologist to assist her in coping with the trauma of trips through the mirror, but had been programmed to be Alice's lifelong companion and even lover if necessary. Mary's subconscious brain planning Alice's constantly changing itinerary, ordering and arranging her daily requirements, besides sending and receiving both visual and data streams.

Tasha the Huntress and Alice's chosen personal bodyguard sat in a very comfortable swivel seat behind the driver, had something absorbed in her left arm. Alice's mother had given Mavis and through her the Valkyrie Atlantiean weapons of great power. But whatever Tasha had been outfitted with dwarfed even these. It had the power crystal in the back of her hand, but also a great crystal sliver in her upper arm and the device ran from her fingertips all the way up to and including her left shoulder blade. It was functional in Alice's presence, as the ones Mavis had been given could not. Vicki looked for and found an Atlantiean crystal in Tasha's cerebral cortex as well, as communications gear in her ear.

Millia too had a crystal in her cortex and the communications gear, but no sign of a self-implanting weapon other than the one Mavis had. " I sincerely hope none of this crystal technology ever fall into the wrong hands, or has it already, considering how it was used on these girls" Vicki wondered.

The Rolls took an exit ramp and the unspoken question on Vicki's face caused Tasha to supply.

"We are taking a diversion in order to have a quiet picnic lunch, Millia has prepared"

Half an hour later the five were sitting under the shade of a great oak, eating southern fried chicken, salads and sipping Champaign from goblets.

"Mom gave me this as when I told her I had wanted to stop for a picnic" Alice informed Vicki.

"Rothchild 39 at a thousand pounds a bottle is nice with cold chicken" Vicki smiled.

The lead car had let out six guards and the rear eight more. As the six sat on a car blanket, ate, drank and chatted, fourteen gray suited female bodyguards patrolled beyond earshot.

"You certainly are safe here" Vicki announced, looking around at the circling, heavily armed guards. "But is this all required?"

"You are the only one outside her circle now permitted this close" Tasha replied. "Even those whose families have served the commonwealth for generations must be vetted first"

"Why?" Vicki asked.

"A month ago, the veterinarian who had looked after the manor's horses for years attacked Alice with a scalpel as she inquired of the condition of her horses hoof right in Knight Riders stall" Mary replied.

"Was he aware of who she really was?" Vicki asked.

"No" Alice replied. "But the resulting scene unmasked my secret before I could reveal it personally to Mike"

"How did he take it" Vicki inquired.

"He will not see me" A sad faced Alice replied.

"We must be going" Mary suggested and as they loaded up the picnic, the guards closed the circle inwards, shuffling them into the Rolls. The rest of the road trip was relatively quiet. Alice did not appear to be happy returning to her manor house anymore since Mike, her male love, ignored her. Once there, the solemn group entered the great pile, were Vicki turned to Alice and inquired. "Can I have a quiet chat?"

"I cannot ever be alone with anyone ever again" A sad faced Alice replied looking up into Vicki's eyes., turned and walked off.

"I did mean you and Mary" Vicki reiterated.

"No problem then" Mary said, after a second's hesitation. Then indicating they follow the retreating back of the one they were both so worried about."

You had to inquire if it was OK?" Vicki asked.

"Yes, as everything I see and here is broadcast" Mary reluctantly replied. "It is very disconcerting at times" She continued. "Currently I no longer have authority to say on who gets near Alice"

They trailed Alice all the way through the manor, across the musician's loft at the end of the great hall and up the stair to the Alice tower. Two machine gun armed Commonwealth guards were stationed at the stair entrance and Tasha herself stopped at the tower rooms door.

Alice walked directly across the room stripping off every piece of clothing, ending up in the lotus position, bareback up against that mirror. As Vicki watched, Mary followed, stripping off and discarding her clothes, ending up kneeling in front of Alice's face. She leaned forward caressing Alice's face with her full, firm breasts.

Vicki observed Mary's body covered with fading whip marks. Some one, obviously as expert as Vicki, had flogged poor Mary's body raw, without even breaking the skin.

"I love you Alice" Mary said, kissing her full on the lips.

"I know dear Mary, but I miss him so" Alice replied, but still not opening her eyes.

"I am off line now" Mary stated. "Until I physically leave this room, that is"

"Who and why were you flogged"

"It was I who permitted the doctor to be in Knight Riders stall when Alice arrived" Mary replied.

"A flogging was decreed as a warning"

"Alice agreed to this?" Vicki asked.

"No, but even I can not be seen as above punishment for an error placing an Alice in danger"

Mary went on. "Alice demanded to be present, and after ordered me left hanging while she alone administered to my whipped body"

"And what dear Mary did your lover use to sooth the pain" Vicki softly inquired as she knelt and lifted Mary's chin up, looking into her eyes.

"Her tong" Mary whispered., And Vicki just smilled.

"Were did this punishment occur?" Vicki wanted to know. "Right here " Mary replied. Pointing up towards a set of shackles, hanging from a spreader bar up near the ceiling of the tower room.

"You too have certainly traveled down a very interesting road together, but I do not think you learned of it in any school you attended" Vicki told her. "Unless you are a graduate of that very special school in Switzerland"

Vicki reached down and lifted the feebly protesting Alice up. "Will Tasha interfere if she hears Alice's voice cry out?" Vicki inquired, of the still seated Mary.

"No, she understands our relationship and my duties to bring Alice back from the brink of madness returning to our realities drives Alice's too" Mary replied. As she saw Vicki carry her mistress and lover over to where the chain holding the spreader bar up, was fastened to an iron ring on the wall. Holding Alice close to her body with one hand, Vicki lowered the spreader bar.

Then she carried her over to it and hung first one then the other of Alice's wrists from it.

Mary just sat beside the mirror and watched as her love was strung up as she had been.

"Is the whip used on you still around?" Vicki inquired.

"In the padded chest" Mary softly replied.

Vicki walked over to the low chest, flipped the lid open and remarked. "Someone is planning a party"

Lifting out an armload of cuffs switches floggers, gags, dildos and other BD/SM paraphernalia.

She dumped the rest on the bed and held a soft leather multi thonged flogger in front of Alice's eyes.

"Is this the one you had Mary flogged with?" Vicki inquired.

"Yes Mistress" Alice softly replied.

"You kept it because you wanted someone to use it on you, did you not?" Vicki asked.

"Yes Mistress" Again came from Alice's mouth.

"And afterwards you will want someone to use their tong to ease the pain of the flogging as you did?" Vicki whispered into Alice's ear.

"Yes please Mistress" Panted an already aroused little Alice.

"Mary get over hear and get ready to repay your lover for her tong's use on your body" Vicki ordered, and Mary crawled over and sat on her haunches just in front of Alice's hanging body.

Switch. Switch, Switch. Switch, Switch, Switch, Switch, Switch, Switch, A seemingly endless rain of leather thongs wrapped themselves around Alice's tanned little body. Sweat glistened, her body swung and her leg's twitched, but no cry issued from her lips.

"Scream out if it will help" Ordered Vicki, and Alice's screams echoed in the tower room.