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       {ASSM} An Unfortunate Event at Deddington Manor ~
         A Holmes & Hove mystery story) [Yotna El'toub]
              (Fdom,NC,magic.) Part six of twelve.

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
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
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

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Chapter Six:


Jessica sang to herself as she wandered through the wood, her
day's toil done she felt relaxed and happy.  Not that her work
troubled her; being a lady's maid suited her. She enjoyed the
fashion her mistress could afford; if only from afar. It was busy
at the moment, many guest's to take care of and very soon, the
ball. Jessica smiled to herself, that would be exciting and maybe
she could get Joe to notice her. Jessica swung her head to one
side, what was that noise?

Before the girl could react it was upon her, vice-like hands
grasped her shoulders and lifted her bodily from the ground. Her
scream died on her lips, for she had seen what held her.
Jessica's unbelieving eyes stared down at the mishapped blood
smeared face. She watched bewildered as the beast sniffed the air
deeply, slowly its expression changed from rage to uncertainty
and finally, terrifyingly to lust. Jessica had seen that look
before, she had no doubt about the beings bestial intent.

With a swift, deft flick of the wrist Jessica was sent hurtling
through the air. When she landed, the wind was crushed from her
in an unfeminine whoosh. She lay crumpled and bruised, unable to
breathe or even move; just watching the beast lumber towards her.
Something of horrific dimensions projected from its groin;
Jessica vigorously moved her head from side-to-side, indicating
clearly the words that she could not say.

Her view of the sky disappeared as the beast loomed over her;
her eyes widened to accommodate the girth of its shaggy,
savagely erect organ. Jessica winced as a large globule of
fluid broke from its precarious perch and fell onto her
dress. it had soiled the neat greyness with its unwanted
silvery slime. As she watched the monstrosity threw back its
head and howled its desire to the heavens.

The creature lurched forward and made as if to engulf her with
its massive form. It did not. It fell thudding to the ground
beside her its wide dulled eyes unblinking. Her gaze settled on
her rescuer, a slight young man holding a large fallen bough. He
just smiled wanly and said but one word.

"Run!"

She did not argue, she did not stop to politely ask his name. She
ran, her pace picking up when she heard the monsters roar of
anguished disappointment. When Jessica was far enough away she
glanced back, just long enough to see her hero take flight
pursued closely by her attacker. Half-blinded by tears she ran
on; she cared not for her destination, salvation came first.


                   --------------------------


Holmes sighed in frustration, try as he might he could find no
one who knew where his noble hosts were. At least if they did
they would not reveal the whereabouts to him; he found loyalty
admirable in the right circumstances, but these were not them.
He had to get to the bottom of this unholy conspiracy, for he was
sure there was much more to uncover. As unsavoury as undoubtedly
it would be, he would uncover it, and hold it up to the scrutiny
of the law. It was his duty. His life.

Ned stuck out his left hand and grasped the back of a nearby
chair. The room swam unsteadily around him for long, unpleasant
seconds.

"Mr Holmes are you alright sir?"

His eyes fought to focus on the source of the disembodied voice.
When his vision cleared the concerned face of Johns' snapped into
view.

"I am fine, thank you for your concern... I think it must have
been something I consumed last night."

"Oh I do hope not. Cook would be mortified. Poor Margery has more
than enough on her plate."

Ned smiled knowingly, "I don't think it was the food Johns. Do I
detect a slight soft spot for our talented cook?"

"Not the food? Then the wine, this is disastrous! The cellar is
my pride and joy."

"Please calm yourself man. I believe I was slipped some noxious
substance to disable me. Nothing of the wine but something
supplemented to it."

"I see, well that would not surprise me at the moment sir. Many
odd things are a foot."

"Yes so I understand, you were saying cook had her problems?"
queried Ned, cautiously.

"Mr Holmes I can not possibly tell you. A most unsavoury
occurrence, in thirty-five years of service, well... Well I have
never had to intercede in such a matter. I managed to calm
Margery and stop Lizzie being summarily dismissed. Not that the
hussy deserved it!" Johns winced at the memory.

"Some unspeakable carnal act?" asked Holmes raising his right
eyebrow.

"How could you know? If I find that one of my staff has been..."

"They have all been the very picture of restraint. No doubt
learning from your own principles. But I must know. This entire
family and more, much more is at stake."

Johns blinked and swallowed hard, he arrived at his decision.

"Lizzie had been subjecting herself to self-abuse in the kitchen,
of all places, shamelessly. Wicked, wicked girl. Then she had the
audacity to blame the young master. I do not know what this
younger generation is coming to Mr Holmes, really I do not. To do
such a thing at all is a sin against both nature and God. To
pollute the kitchen with her filth... Words fail me."

"I know a little of these matters Johns. You were right to
protect the girl. I doubt the wickedness was in her character;
but supplemented to it, as with my drink."

"Good lord! Then you think she may have been influenced by the
young master as she says?"

"I'm afraid that could be the case. Although something more
sinister than an aristocrats tomfoolery lies behind this."

"A plot? By whom?"

It was Ned's turn for reluctance, he knew in reality he had
little choice. He had to take Johns for the man that he appeared
to be.

"Listen Johns I am going to tell you all I know of this. Is
there somewhere private we can confer?"

"My quarter's in ten minutes.  I wish to check on Margery"

"Capital. Oh and Johns?"

"Yes Mr Holmes?"

"Prepare to be shocked."


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His heart pounded sounding a tattoo at twice the rate of his
dashing feet; he glanced back, he still had the best part of 30
yards on the snarling, snapping beast. Not much further and he
would reach the sanctuary of the road, where he could outpace the
thing with much more ease. The glance reassured him, but it was
not without its cost. An unseen tree root caused the normally
fleet-footed man to stumble and then crash to the ground. He
bounced and skidded to a halt in the damp evening grass. Panting
he lay trembling, soon the beast would be on him. He expected no
mercy.

The anticipated blow never arrived, uncertainly he sat up and
gazed around him. The beast was gone! But there was another less
threatening presence, less threatening but just as unexpected.

"Lord Bertie! Thank the Lord... You have saved me."

"Not really, I have just delayed the inevitable. I told you to
stay away from here. Did I not?"

"You did," Ralph admitted, "but I was chased this way by that
beast..."

"Unfortunate, but you have interfered in my affairs for the last
time, Ralph."

"L-l-et me go I will not tell anyone what I saw."

"That is certain!" Stated a shrill voice.

Lady Daphne appeared from behind a copse of trees. She moved with
a lethally seductive action and crossed the grass without
apparently disturbing a blade. She stood before Ralph and flared
out her dresses hem. Serenely she descended covering Ralph's head
and upper torso with her voluminous skirt and petticoats. Daphne
rocked her hips in a slowly luxurious rhythm, forcing her groin
into secure contact with Ralph's visage.

Ralph struggled valiantly to free himself, but with every passing
second he lapsed further under the influence of the substance
oozing from the gusset of Daphne's sodden underwear. The young
man's libido awoke, provoked by both the motion of smooth silk-
encased femininity on his nose and lips and the glorious scent
that assaulted his senses. Soon his tongue crept past his gums
and lips to taste of her essence. Ralph revelled in the pungent
flavour and opened his mouth wide to plunder Daphne's riches.

To his disappointment she rose and turned to Bertie.

"Lock this fool in one of the cells, I will deal with him fully
later," she giggled, "or maybe I should get Raymond to take care
of it?"

"No!" Roared Bertie, before hanging his head in shame, "I mean
no, please Daphne. Raymond is mine."

"How deliciously sad you are Bertie," she sneered, "smitten by
our cat friend, are we? How wonderfully, pervertedly useful. You
will need to share him at the ball. All will have their fill and
share of our feline creation at the Grey's grand ball."

Bertie nodded, then his eyes fell and settled on Ralph. They
hardened with hatred.


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Ned stopped talking. He waited for Johns to respond. Holmes
inquisitive eyes searched the man for clues to his attitude.
Johns seemed to have aged visibly by five years since the
conversation began. He was never a young looking man, but now he
seemed positively ancient, his cheeks sucked in and his brow
creased deeply with furrows of concentration. His face was ashen.
After what seemed an age he spoke in a small, cracked voice.

"Never have I heard or considered that life could be so corrupt.
Your experiences are truly appalling. But I know you Mr Holmes.
You are no liar. Even if you were, you could not invent such
depravity. That ability lies solely in the hands of the devil."
He shook his head and let his forehead drop into his hands for a
brief second, then with the determination of an old soldier he
straightened up and faced Holmes. "Tell me what I must do. My
employers will not become sacrifices on Satan's alter of lust."

Holmes waved away the clouds of smoke that wreathed his head.
"You can do your duty Johns and lead me to them. I expect you
know where the Grey clan are."

"I have not seen them you understand," Johns paused, clearly torn
between his desire to help and his years of deference to the
family, "Jessica, Lady Jane's maid has been delivering food to
them on my instruction. They are all in the North tower. I shall
take you to the door and leave the key with you. I will not
betray their trust. What you do with the key will be on your
conscience not mine."

"I understand and agree," Holmes rose and walked to the door,
"after you my friend."



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Daphne drove her body down impaling herself even more securely
on Ralph's upstanding organ. He groaned with involuntary
pleasure, and lunged back against the tormenting pleasure. Daphne
gasped as the thrusting pego nudged at the mouth of her womb. She
flicked her neck back, showering her thick mane of dark hair over
the pale skin of her sculpted back. Her unlady-like fingers
tugged at the plump, hard tips of her dancing breasts.

"Well you do have hidden talents. You may be useful to us in more
fundamental ways than relaying our messages."

"Yes Ma'am." Puffed Ralph.

"Mmmm I so like it when I am in control. I expect you do too
little man?"

"Yes Ma'am. I obey. I wait on your every command. Respond to your
every desire."

His acquiescence drove her to the peak. She spent liberally
soaking his turgid stalk with her juices. A second later his own
crisis arrived, and he arched his back driving into her with
insane lust. Even at this sublime moment a feeling of entrapment
swept through him. He was no woman's plaything. The fleeting
emotion scurried away into the shadows at the cells dingy
corners. For the time being he was a dumb thrall, he would do
only his Mistresses' bidding.

Elsewhere, as evening declined into night, Hove finished his
dinner and walked back from the buffet car towards his
compartment. At once his confident stride stopped, his senses
tumbled.

She was here! Had she followed him? Stepping back he observed the
other occupant's of the compartment with stern concentration. He
blinked; they were all here, and garbed in the most respectable
of attire. Madame Joan, Scarlet, Georgina and Maria. What were
the doing? Surely they were not all following him. In Maria's
hand was the solution, the young whore sat reading an invitation
to the Grey's Ball.

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"My task is done Mr Holmes. Good luck, and may the Lord be with
you."

"Thank you Johns. I shall await your departure before I act."

Johns nodded and walked away. He did not, could not look back.

Ned turned the key, he hesitated. The room seemed quiet, but God
know's what awaited him. He drew himself up to his full height
and grasped the door handle. The door creaked open.


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub October 2006
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