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

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

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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As was his habit, Holmes was thinking, planning his next step. He
slipped the letter Ollie had given him out of his breast pocket,
unfolded it, and refamiliarised himself with the contents.

"Dear Alphonso,

I do apologise for not being in contact for some period of time,
and I hope your excellent research progresses well. I recall you
mentioning a need for sponsorship of a new project you were
undertaking. The bearer of this letter Mr Ned Holmes is a
personal friend of mine, and a valued contributor to the coffers
of the Royal Society. His interest in electrical sciences is
considerable, and as a man of independent means he is potentially
very interested in adding your undertaking to his portfolio of
supported investigations.

Please consider this note his formal introduction, and I trust
your negotiations with him will be mutually beneficial.

Your trusted and humble friend,

Dr Oliver James Thomas, St Bartholomews Hospital, Medical School,
Giltspur Street, Smithfield, London"

Ned smiled at the phrase 'a man of independent means'. He spoke
softly to himself. "One day, one day!"

"What, who the devil..." Brighton spluttered.

"Ah excellent - you are awake Hove. We are close to Oxford
station now, and it is but a short journey to our hotel from
there."

"Hotel? Dash it all Holmes - this is a rescue mission! We should
be straight after this bounder - surely?"

"Ever impetuous my friend. No, in this case our arrival in the
late evening would only attract the Professor's suspicion. This
is a delicate undertaking requiring some stealth."

"Stealth, yes, I can appreciate that." Brighton mused, as he
cradled his right hand in his left.

"How is the hand now Hove? Better I trust?"

"Better then that blaggard's head. I will wager you that,
Holmes."

Ned laughed lightly " I do not doubt it! I am not foolhardy
enough to bet on a certainty." Holmes paused, interrupted by a
loud metallic squeal, "Come Hove, we have arrived, and the
Randolph Hotel awaits us."


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Bernadette Machin busied herself,as she hated to be unproductive.
The feather duster flicked efficiently across the reception desk.
Distracted she paused.

"Gentlemen may I be of service?"

"Good evening Madam, I trust you have a reservation for myself
and my colleague. I wired the information ahead, Holmes & Hove of
London?"

"Indeed, welcome to the Randolph, Oxfords finest hotel. We do
have rooms for you this evening, but your wire was a little
unspecific about the length of your stay?"

"Alas I was, I anticipate at least tonight and tomorrow, after
that I am a little unsure. I apologise for the inconvenience."

"We shall be happy to accommodate you, I understand the vagaries
of business Mr Holmes." Mrs Machin smiled.

"You are most kind." Ned replied.

"Here we are; rooms 107 & 108, I trust you will find them
comfortable. I could see if the chef is still available, it may
be a little late for a meal - but some light refreshments?"

Brighton, who had been more attracted by the nuances of the room
than the conversation, suddenly took an interest. His hopes were
soon dashed.

"Thank you for the offer but Hove and I have an arduous day in
the morrow. A fast will clear our minds, and ready our spirits."

"As you wish gentlemen, I bid you a good night." Smiling
graciously, Mrs Machin handed the keys to Holmes.

Minutes later Holmes relaxed in an armchair and lit his pipe. He
studied the street below through the window. It was interesting
that even away from the hustle of London life was still very
evident, even in the late evening. Ned considered this as he drew
on his pipe. He filled his expanding chest with intoxicating
fumes. Humanity took too little time to reflect. It seemed to
want to rush headlong from the cradle to the grave. This was
life's greatest mystery, and one he struggled with, what was the
imperative? The reason for the rush escaped him.

Suddenly, he found his own imperative. For someone was outside
his room! Even slightly drugged Ned's senses never failed him.
There was an intruder, or rather there soon would be. Holmes
moved swiftly from the chair, and in an instant dimmed the gas
mantle, casting the room into semi-darkness. He grabbed a solid
looking vase and positioned himself close to the hinge of the
door. Silent and stealthy he waited.


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Alphonso was neither stealthy, nor silent. Despite his wealth of
qualifications and careful upbringing, he acted more like an
impetuous schoolboy. As Daphne bounced on his lap, her once pure
body swallowing his sore, but happy manhood, he plucked grapes
from a bunch held aloft for him by a gloriously naked Jane.
Burgabiter soon reached his crisis, and he spayed grape juice
liberally from his mouth. Other juices he deposited elsewhere.

"Jane, take her, play with her. Calm her passion, I must work.
The adjustment is still not correct, she seems completely
insatiable. A little too liberated, just as with you  - the
modulator has worked - but with unpredictable results."

"You mean I am not perfect, I have failed you master?" Jane's
lower lip trembled.

"No, no please don't fret child. I am sure I can repair the
damage." Alphonso cooed.

"Damage, I am damaged?" Fat tears rolled down Jane's cheeks.

"Jane, I am a foolish master, you are almost perfect. Here look
at Daphne does her body not stir you? Would you not like to touch
her?"

Jane dried her tears and nodded slightly. Burgabiter took her
hand and ground the grapes she held onto Daphne's heaving
breasts. Thick rivulets of juice ran down Daphne's sculpted
abdomen and mingled with her pubic hair. Smiling, Alphonso slid
from under Daphne and manoeuvred himself free. He stood for a
moment, watching Jane's busy tongue grazing across the curves and
slopes of Daphne's generous bosom. He found it incredibly hard to
drag his eyes from the spectacle.

"Work Professor work! Once we have this process refined, the
whole of female kind will be yours to plunder. Science and logic,
must rule the beast." Alphonso chided himself.

The diminutive man pulled himself to his fullest height,
straightened his stained clothes, and walked back toward his
desk. Soon even the most urgent gasps and shouts from his
cavorting slaves were ignored. His quill flew across the page
jotting down formulae, much needed corrections to his modulator
algorithm. Tonight he would find the final solution.


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Holmes brought the vase down heavily, but then just managed to
still his hand. One instant later and he would have laid open the
cranium of the maid that entered his room.

"Mr Holmes, Mr Holmes." She whispered urgently.

Holmes wrapped his hand around her mouth and pressed. Having
stifled her scream he spoke quietly into her twitching ear.

"I do apologise, I presumed you to be an intruder. Ned Holmes at
your service, how may I assist?" He gradually unclasped his hand.

"Oh I feel quite faint. Assist me to the chair..."

"Of course, I am sorry to cause you such distress. Please sit."

"Thank you. What is that odd smell?" The maid asked.

"My pipe. Capital idea, please take a couple of puffs of this, it
will calm you."

Bemused and confused the girl picked the pipe and sucked in
powerfully. Half way through inhaling she spluttered, ejecting
clouds of thick white smoke from her spasming mouth and nose.

"God that is repulsive." She coughed.

"Initially yes, but it will calm you. Soon - it is always
effective."

The girl observed Ned through watering eyes "Did you say Ned
Holmes?" She asked.

"Yes I did. I am Ned Holmes."

"Then all this is in error. I was hoping to find a Mr Sherlock
Holmes. I saw the name in the guest book and thought..." The
maids face crumpled, and she burst into tears.

"I am Sherlock's cousin, Ned. Maybe I can assist you? Or give a
message to Sherlock?" Holmes asked.

"My sister has vanished, a few weeks a go after a performance. I
have heard nothing from her. I had hoped the great detective..."
The girl sobbed once more.

"I am a detective too..." Holmes stopped in his tracks, "Wait did
you say a performance? What sort of a performance?"

"A soiree, my sister Constance sings. She is quite renowned."

"Really, and where did this performance take place, may I ask?"
Holmes queried.

"It was at one of the Colleges, I can not recall which one..."
The girl paused, "I feel most odd, very hot and..." Using both
hands she pulled the neck of her dress open, baring the tops of
her pale breasts.

"C-Constance, yes and your name is?" Holmes gazed down, his eyes
motionless.

"I am Ruby sir, will you help me?" Ruby gazed up pouting, her
breathing uneven.

Holmes lent forward, his lips barely brushing Ruby's.

"Yes Ruby, I will help. And please call me Ned."

"Ne..." Ruby's words were cut off by Ned's soft mouth.

Hungrily they kissed and soon they were exploring each others
bodies. It was going to be yet another long, sleepless night for
Holmes.


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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