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

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

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
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my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
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Holmes awoke in the darkened room - what a dream his pipe had
caused; maybe Hove was right, and the substance was too noxious?
Holmes moved his right leg, it collided with something warm, soft
and very undream -like. The body next to him stirred.

"Dear lord, how did I? This is ... What's the time?" Ruby's voice
asked, in confused concern.

"One moment," Holmes rolled over and retrieved his hunter from
the bedside table, "Twenty past one." He answered.

"What happened Mr Holmes? How did we... End up in bed."

"I'm unsure, I think the pipe smoke influenced us. I usually
indulge alone. I never realised the herbs effect on... Well
darker desires."

"I want you to know I am a respectable woman, I do not creep into
gentlemen's rooms for - assignations." Ruby said seriously.

"Ruby, you are blameless - this is my stupidity. I trust you are
quite well." Holmes sighed.

"Oh I should be, I have some Pinkham's vegetable palliative. Not
you understand that I habitually partake..."

"No, no, indeed, sensible precaution though," Ned smiled, calmly,
"I do most humbly apologise."

"Well maybe as we have already sinned, it is not inconceivable
that we could have some more - pleasure?" Ruby asked, her eyes
twinkling.

"Do you think we should? It has been so long since I..." Holmes
stuttered.

"It has only been a few hours since we..." Ruby giggled.

"You, my girl - are incorrigible, a bad influence on me." Ned
laughed, his hand rising to tousle her hair.

Ruby moved forward and welcomed Ned's embrace once more.


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Jane meekly followed Daphne, who in turn, trailed behind
Burgabiter; he walked confidently ahead of them, guiding them to
the rear of the steam-driven factory. Eventually he paused before
a bare door.

"Your quarters, I doubt they will be up to your normal standards,
but that is of no concern is it?"

"No concern at all, master." came the simultaneous reply.

"Excellent," laughed Burgabiter, "I wish you a good night ladies,
and do try to get some rest!"

Jane heard the key turn in the lock, she was surprised that it
caused her no concern at all, but after all - she was finally
home. To her relief Daphne did not want still more caresses, her
wanton friend slumped onto bare iron bedstead and seconds later
was fast asleep.

Jane sighed, and relaxed sitting onto the second spare bed. Her
eyes now focussed on the figure hunched in the furthest bed from
her. The mumbling figure swayed from side to side, even in the
half light the distress on her face was clear.

Jane decided to investigate the strange behaviour of the unknown
room mate. As she approached the bed it became clear that the
distressed woman was avidly pleasuring herself. The half-crazed
eyes met Jane's.

To her amazement Jane recognised the madness within; she
shuddered. Why was this woman so distraught? The sweat coating
her skin, together with her flexing muscles spoke of how close
she was to spending. The woman forced out a few words between her
guttural grunts.

"Please, uh, uhn - help, oh, ahh - me!"

"Help you spend?" Asked Jane, laying her hand softly on the
woman's twisting shoulder.

"No, um, huh - help, urgh, oh - me stop!"

"You can not stop?" Jane asked incredulously.

"Not, um, ah - for days, oooh, ooooh - weeks even," the excited
female reached her latest peak, "I lose track of time." She
puffed wearily, "Any second it will begin once more, I am
powerless to resist."

Jane said nothing, but she knew. She knew she should feel
something other than excitement. Something more than the desire,
more significant - Jane felt the need to fight. But what was she
fighting?

Confused she wandered away from the nameless woman, she ignored
her cries - starting once more in response to her unquenched
desire for self-loving. Jane lay down and raised her hands to her
wet cheeks. She looked at the tears on her fingers with sullen,
yet blank eyes. Her final thought before exhaustion claimed her
resonated through her slumbering soul. 'Something is wrong. Very
wrong.'


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Brighton sat in the well appointed dining room, he was half way
through his breakfast when Ned arrived.

"Good Morning Holmes, a little late this morning are we not?"

"A trifle, but I have my reasons Hove. I discovered another lead
last night. A renowned local songstress has vanished."

"Really. Just as in the wager you were told of, fascinating. How
did you winkle this piece of information out Ned?"

Before Holmes could reply, the breakfasting pair were joined by a
third person. The attractive young woman spoke quietly to Ned.

"I wanted to give you my address Ned, in case you do find any
trace of Constance. My thanks to you for last night..." Ruby
stumbled over her words, and the colour of her face reflected her
name, "Thank you for your offer of help last night."

"My pleasure Ruby, and of course I will try to locate and help
Constance. May I introduce my associate and friend Brighton Hove.
Brighton, this is Ruby, the sister of Constance - our missing
songstress."

Brighton rose, and after dabbing his mouth with his napkin he
grasped Ruby's hand. "Delighted to meet you Ruby. I can assure
you that Mr Holmes will use every fibre of his being to find your
sister."

"I had no doubt Mr Hove, but thank you for your added
reassurance. Good bye Mr Hove, Ned." Ruby nodded briefly and
walked away.

"I say, Holmes old man, you did not... Ahem... If you ..."
Brighton's query descended into arbitrary gestures.

"You need a little practice in framing your investigative
questions Brighton. Also you should realise, that whatever, there
are some questions which will never be answered." Holmes smiled
slightly.

"Of course, well I did not mean to infer anything unsavoury,
Ned."

"I expect not. Besides which it was quite savoury, and I shall
relish the memory."

"Hah! Now I know you are teasing. I should have known better than
suspect you. I apologise." Hove replied, earnestly.

"Not that it was needed, but apology accepted. No offence taken,
my dear Hove," Ned paused, and looked at the grandfather clock on
the far side of the room, "Still let us hasten our breakfast, the
dastardly Professor awaits us - even if he does not expect us."


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Alphonso was not pleased, he disliked being disturbed when he had
planned a new experiment. He strode past his foreman and marched
up to the factory entrance.

"Yes!" He barked at the man that stood framed in the doorway.

"Herr Doctor Professor Alphonso Burgabiter, I assume?"

"Was that not who you asked for? Yes, yes, it is I. Please state
you business and leave, I am a very busy man..."

The man held out a letter. Burgabiter snatched it away with ill-
grace. As he read his expression softened. "Now this is quite a
different matter. You have and interest in electricity, and my
work?"

"Oh yes, I would value the opportunity to support your research."

"Please come in Mr Holmes. You are in luck, I am about to run an
experiment. Would you like to observe?"

"Professor, are you serious? I would be delighted!" Ned replied.


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Brighton crouched low in the bushes, surreptitiously observing
the factory entrance. He smiled as Holmes disappeared through the
doorway. Hove pulled his fob watch from his pocket, Ned told him
to wait a couple of minutes. His keen eyes watched the second
hand as it swept around the face of the watch. At the appointed
time Hove made his way along the side of the building, keeping
well away from its grimy windows. His task was simple, gain
access to the rear, and lie in wait in case his services were
needed.

Hove edged his way along the wall, as he did, he mused about the
sign on the factory. 'H. Clark & Sons - Steamworks'. Why would
Burgabiter not have his name on the building? He did not seem the
kind to be overly shy. Brighton put away his his thoughts as he
made it to the rear wall, and he edged up to an inviting looking
door. He turned the door knob gently, it open with ease. Brighton
sighed, and then slipped into the steamworks.

It was oppressively hot inside the building. Hove guessed
correctly that he must be close to the boilers. Cautiously he
walked down the small vestibule towards the adjacent corridor. He
poked his head into the corridor and glanced both left and right.
All clear, all Hove now had to do was find a hidey-hole. He moved
to the left and into the cluttered corridor. As he stepped over
some loosely strewn packing, his blood froze.

"Start up the boiler Fred. Stoke the boiler harder Fred. Close it
down quickly Fred. I wish this foreigner had never bought the
place from Harry!"

The voice was coming directly towards Hove. Time for evasive
action! Brighton gingerly reversed, and then he saw it. A door
with a key sticking out of the lock. He prayed this was not the
boiler room, and dashed to the door. A quick turn and the room
was unlocked, Brighton hastened into the room. Once there he
locked the door behind his back, and stood, eyes tightly closed
waiting for the footsteps to pass.

Pass they did, and Hove relaxed with a huge expulsion of breath.
He opened his eyes - and his exhalation stopped -abruptly. Before
him were three beds. One of them was empty. One was occupied by a
mad woman doing something unspeakable to her body with a clenched
fist. And on the final one two naked women lay head-to-toe, their
faces buried deeply between each other legs. Despite his horror
Brighton felt his manhood rear its unwanted head. Desperately
Brighton fumbled the key behind him, it fell from his desperate
grasp and clattered to the floor.

The uppermost woman reared her head, and gazed lustfully at the
nervous man. She wiped her wet face with her forearm, and rose
from her gasping partner. "Well what do we have here? This looks
like a tasty morsel..."

In seconds Daphne closed the distance between them, she fell to
her knees before a trembling Hove.

"Madam, control your desires..." Brighton's voice became shrill.

Skilfully Daphne extracted the object of her interest from Hove's
britches. She opened her mouth widely, and strained her lips to
engulf his girth. Our upright hero shuddered, and closed his eyes
once more. He was - undone. He had fallen into the hands, and
from thence - the succulent mouth of the debauched Lady Daphne.

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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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