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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes(Chapter six of several)[Yotna El'toub]

                (SF[Steampunk],FF,MF,MC, caution)

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Holmes walked into his living room, his mind full of his
discussions at the club. Ollie had been most forthcoming on the
subject of Burgabiter. His words of endorsement however, rang
some warning bells in Ned's active mind. He could, of course,
recall the conversation word for word.

"The chap is brilliant, do you know he has already reproduced
some of the more difficult aspects of Tesla's work? His knowledge
of electricity is second too none. Mind you Holmes, I was
surprised to learn of his commercial activities. An odd mix
commerce and academia. It would be frowned on here I expect,
maybe it is commonplace for these European types?"

"Maybe, I would not know. I do have a fascination with science
and its methodology. But I curb my enthusiasm to the work of the
noble Society. Commerce though, what form of commerce is the
astute Professor involved in?"

"He has an interest in a steam driven plate steel stamping works,
just to the east of Oxford. He assures me steel fabrication will
a be key to all our futures. Can not say I see it, what horse
could pull a steel carriage?"

"A train, carriages for trains?"

"Oh no, nothing so mundane. He insists there is a great future in
'personal transportation'. I say Holmes - could you imagine a
world in which we all travel in our own steel boxes?" Ollie
chuckled.

"It sounds perfectly awful, not my idea of the perfect future.
Then - I am not a visionary."

"Visionary! Now that is a very apt word for our Burgabiter. Mind
you he can be a trifle odd."

"Odd you say, in what respect odd?" Asked Holmes, with interest.

"Well for example he once took a wager that he could have any
woman he wanted. Old 'Squiffy' Warrender he suggested a well
known local songstress. Alphonso virtually bit his hand off,
wagered him one hundred pounds. Very odd, in particular as
Burgabiter is somewhat less than inspiring in his appearance. As
I say the man is odd."

"Did he win the wager?" Asked Holmes.

"No idea old man, I have no interest in such foolishness."

Holmes still wondered what made the Professor so certain of being
able to seduce any woman. He also mused that not many Oxford
Don's would have one hundred pounds to wager, let alone have a
material interest in a factory.

Further thought was stymied by a loud rap on the outside door.
Holmes sighed, and made his way to the door. He opened it and
gazed upon a familiar figure.


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Lady Daphne prepared to leave, her carriage awaited.

"Professor Burgabiter, my thanks for your hospitality, and a most
interesting day. My only regret is being unable, personally, to
support your worthy venture."

"As I say, it is of no concern madam. I salute you in knowing
your own mind. It is a quality seldom found in such an attractive
woman." Burgabiter lowered his head to kiss her proffered hand.
There was a slight crackle just before his pursed lips approached
the pale flesh. "Now I believe you have something to tell your
driver?"

"Of course, I shall return presently." Daphne replied.

Daphne walked towards her carriage, just in time to see another
draw up alongside it. She smiled broadly when she saw the person
who descended from the hansom. "Jane, Jane Grey! What brings you
here? Are you a supporter of the fine professor as well?"

"Daphne, it has been an age. How pretty you look. Yes I support
the Professor in his work, can I assume you have joined our happy
throng?"

"Oh yes, how could one resist such a man? Excuse me a moment, I
must pass on some instructions to my driver. I will catch up with
you soon."

Jane nodded, and walked towards the factory door, her gait was
most purposeful.

Daphne turned to her driver. "I am sorry to inconvenience you
Giles, but I have decided to remain here for a while. I will send
for you when I am ready to leave. It may be several days."

"No difficulty madam, I am, as ever, at your service. Enjoy your
stay."

Daphne walked back to the factory beaming, she paid no heed to
the sound of the carriages departing. That life was in the past,
here she would experience the future. Her heart beat wildly at
the prospect.


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Holmes continued to pack his Portmanteau, but once again he was
interrupted. This time it was a puffed, red faced Brighton that
was the cause.

"Holmes... Holmes." Hove breathed in deeply, "I believe Lady Jane
is in grave danger. She is about to make a great error and join
the nefarious Professor."

"Calm yourself Brighton, I am well aware of this. Lady Jane has
already left. And we are packed for our journey."

A mixture of confusion and disappointment flashed across Hove's
handsome face. "Ho... How could you know?" Brighton gasped.

"I had a visitor. James, Lady Jane's driver called on me to tell
me of his concerns. He delivered her to Paddington less than
three hours ago."

"Then she, and we are truly undone. The man has her in his
thrall, no good can come of this elopement." Hove's head fell.

"Have good heart Hove, we shall rescue her and end the
Professor's unwanted influence."

"You sound very sure Ned. This is however unlike anything we
faced in Khartoum. I dare say Burgabiter will not be attempting
to spear us!"

"No, I anticipate his means will be more subtle than the Egyptian
tribesmen. But we my friend will survive it, just as we always
have."

"In my case only thanks to yourself Holmes, a fact I will never
forget."

"We stood shoulder to shoulder as brother soldiers Brighton. Each
of us did his worth that fateful day." Holmes's eyes misted
slightly," Still we must not waste time reminiscing; James will
be here to collect us shortly. We will talk further on the way. I
am certain we both have much to impart."


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Burgabiter stood erect and watched Daphne with interest as she
closed the door behind her.

"Come to your master, and serve him!" He ordered.

Meakly she acquiesced, and settled on her haunches in front of
him. She was very still, yet her hands were busy. Urgently they
unbuttoned Alphonso's britches, and extracted his flexing organ.
Her cool hand swept the wrinkled skin back from its purple head,
and for the first time in her life Daphne observed the single
glistening eye of a mans member. She bent her head forward and
swallowed the cock-stem, as if she had been born to it.

Burgabiter tipped his head back, and enjoying his moment of
triumph he closed his blue eyes. He could feel his completion
approaching, soon his fine Prussian seed would anoint Daphne's
questing mouth. Daphne's sudden motion encouraged him to open his
eyes once more. A splendour awaited them, Lady Jane was crouched
behind her noble friend. She pawed Daphne's breasts with gusto,
her fingers ripping the buttons from the ruined silken bodice.

Burgabiter laughed gleefully! He, Herr Doctor Professor Alphonso
Burgabiter, was being served by two fine English ladies; who
fawned for him like simpering whores. He had arrived! He would
bring this repressed nation to their knees. Soon they would all
serve him, not only would they eat his manhood, they themselves
would eat from his very hand. The Burgabiter dynasty had begun.
His cock-stem signalled the event with a pyrotechnic single-gun
salute of massive proportions.



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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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