Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (27 page)

Chapter 9

It was late the next morning when she awoke. None were
around but the old woman who was boiling coffee and whistling to herself as she
sat by the fire, flicking through an erotic book. As Olivia blinked her eyes
open she watched the old woman take the well used dildo from the table and
slide it deep into her pussy, her other hand flicking through the pages of the
book before moving down to flick over her clit. Olivia remained silent, not
sure if she was dreaming as she watched the old woman moan and shift in her
seat until she achieved a powerful climax. As soon as her body stopped shaking,
she set down the dildo and stood up, reaching through a trapdoor in the floor
to pull out a small box. She lifted the lid and set the book inside before
pulling out a magnificent gold watch.

“Never told where it was did they? Never grassed old Getin
up and why should they? It wouldn’t have loosened the knot after all.”

The old woman set the box back in place before bringing out
countless other cockrings, jewelled buttplugs and brass cocks. “Such a fine
thing is capital punishment, none left to turn white livered.” As she said that
her eyes turned and latched onto Olivia.

She slammed the box shut, grabbed the dildo and pressed it
to Olivia’s face. “What do you watch for? Why are you awake? What have you
seen? Speak or choke on this.”

“I wasn’t able to sleep any longer. I am sorry if I
disturbed you.”

“Were you awake an hour since?”

“No indeed.”

“Are you sure?”

“I was not.”

“Never mind then,” said the old woman, her old manner
resumed, the dildo set aside. “I knew that, I was only testing you. Did you see
any of my pretty things my dear?”

“I did miss.”

“They’re all I have for my old age. Folks call me a spinster
but I can still use these for pleasure. Would you like to see?”

“I would miss.”

Then lean over the table and spread your cheeks apart.”

Olivia climbed out of bed, her naked body chilled until she
neared the fire. She draped herself over the table and reached behind her,
drawing her buttocks wide aside to reveal the hole hidden within.

“This buttplug belonged to a very rich Marquis,” said the
old woman. “See how the ridges hit the nerve endings in just the right way.”
With that, she slipped it gradually into Olivia, taking her time as the girl
gasped loudly at the sensation of it sliding home. “It is so well designed you
can walk around the room without it falling free. Try it my dear.”

Olivia strolled around the chamber, each step making the
buttplug move inside her in such a way that by the time she finished
perambulating she was soaking wet and aching for more inside her.

“This is a strap on dildo from Scotland,” said the old
woman, stepping into a leather loop with a brass dildo sticking forth from it.
“Watch this.” She turned a cog on the base and the device began to buzz.
Leaning Olivia back over the table, she moved the tip of it to the girl’s clit,
causing Olivia to let out a deep moan of desire. “How is it?”

“That is the most wonderful sensation I have ever known,”
she sighed back.

“I know. Wait until it’s inside you.” Pulling back, she
guided the fake cock into Olivia’s dripping wet hole, the vibrations spreading
from inside to her clit and making her nipples stiffen against the table, her
whole body certain she could never have felt cold before, boiling heat making
her skin darken as she rocked back onto the device inside her.

Getin took hold of the buttplug and rotated it slowly as she
thrust into Olivia. “Enjoy it my dear,” she said, moving faster as Olivia felt
her clit explode with pleasure, an orgasm racing through her body before slowly
fading away. She was allowed a second climax before the sound of movement on
the stairs curtailed the fun and the sex toys were withdrawn from her.

“You better wash,” said Getin, pointing to the pitcher by
the door. By the time Olivia had rinsed between her legs the sex toy box had
vanished and Fucker had returned with another lad whom he introduced as Master
Charley Bates. The four sat down to breakfast.

“Have you been hard at work?” asked Getin.

“Hard as cocks,” replied Fucker.

“What have you got?”

“Couple of erotic books.”

Very nice. And you Charlie?”

“Three pairs of panties.”

“Well these are nice. Lace and silk but you haven’t marked
them well. The marks will have to be picked out, we’ll teach Olivia to do it.”

When breakfast was finished the boys and the old woman
played a strange game. She wore the three pairs of knickers and Bates and
Fucker had to try and get them off her without her noticing. At times she would
trot up and down and they’d dive under her dress, trying to ease them from her
before she moved on. If she felt them on her at any moment she called out and
the game began again.

As the game was played over and over, a couple of ladies
called in see the group. One was called Bet, the other Nancy. They stayed a
long time, spirits were produced and the conversation became most convivial.
Fucker pronounced Olivia the best cock sucker he’d ever known and both Nancy
and Bet took offence at that.

“Prove it,” said Nancy, yanking Bates’ trousers down. Bet
did the same to Fucker before he could protest. Olivia watched as the two of
them began to suck at lick at the cocks before them, bringing them to life. She
smiled to herself as she saw the flaws in their technique.

She knelt beside them. “If I may,” she said, taking over from
Nancy and sucking Charley’s shaft into her mouth, using her expert technique to
bring him to orgasm in less than a minute. “Try that,” she said as she
swallowed the last of his cum. Nancy and Bet licked either side of Fucker’s
shaft, drawing groans of pleasure from him as together they brought him to
orgasm, his cum flying onto their faces before they nodded to Olivia.

“I call it a draw,” said Getin, giving the four of them some
money to spend and sending them on their way.

“Would you like to try the game?” she asked Olivia.

“Yes miss, I can try.”

The old woman leaned over the fire as if looking in a shop
window, the back of her dress rising enough for Olivia to slide underneath. She
reached up and took hold of the final pair of panties that remained in place,
sliding them off the old woman’s legs as she began to walk again.

“Are they gone?” cried Getin.

“Yes miss,” Olivia called out, tossing them from under her
skirt.

“Clever girl,” Getin said before letting out a shriek as
Olivia reached up and stroked her pussy. She stood frozen in place, her legs
shuffling apart as the girl leaned between her thighs and began to lick her
wetness, making her moan loudly as she moved her tongue ever faster before
sliding a finger into the waiting pussy above her. She brought Getin to a
quivering climax with her tongue clamped on her clit before stepping out from
under the skirt.

“Here’s a shilling for playing the game so well,” said
Getin. “Now I’ll show you how to take the marks out of the knickers.”

Olivia followed her quietly to the table and was soon deeply
involved in her new study.

Chapter 10

For many days Olivia remained with Getin, picking the marks
from panties. She would often play the knicker removal game before becoming
desirous of fresh air, requested to go with Charley and Jack onto the streets.

They walked seemingly aimlessly before Fucker stopped and
pointed across the road.

“What’s the matter?” asked Olivia.

“You see the old woman by the book stall?”

“Yes I see her.”

“She’ll do.”

The woman was reading a book with some abstraction and did
not see Fucker dive under her dress, appearing a moment later with a pair of
knickers in his hand. In an instant the mystery of the knickers and the jewels
and the game rushed into the girl’s mind. She stood in terror as the pair ran
off but as Olivia went to follow them the woman noticed her missing panties and
her cheeks turned red as she raised the hue and cry.

Fucker and Bates had retired to the first doorway round the
corner and saw Olivia run past them, joining in the calls of “Stop Panty
Thief!” whilst making after him with the others.

Felled by a blow from a shopkeeper, Olivia sprawled in the
mud as the old woman approached. “Is this the girl miss?” the shopkeeper asked.

“I am afraid so,” she replied. “Poor girl. She has hurt
herself.”

“I did that miss,” said the shopkeeper. “And I cut my
knuckle on her mouth.”

If he expected something for his pains he was disappointed.
A police officer approached at that moment and grabbed Olivia by the collar.

“It wasn’t me,” she said. “It was two other young men. They
are here somewhere.”

“I doubt it,” said the officer. “Now get up.”

“Don’t hurt her,” said the old woman.

“I won’t hurt her,” said the police officer, dragging Olivia
up and lugging her down the street and on they went.

Chapter 11

The crowd followed Olivia to a yard where they encountered a
man with whiskers on his face and keys in his hand. “What’s the matter now?”
the man asked.

“A young panty thief,” replied the officer.

“Are you the party that was robbed?” inquired the man with
the keys.

“I am,” replied the old lady. “But I am not sure this girl
took my knickers. I would rather not press the case.”

“Must go before the magistrate. Now young gallow.”

This was the invitation for Olivia to enter through an
unlocked door and into a stone cell. Here she was strip searched, fingers
lubricated and slid into her pussy and her bottom to check for contraband
before being dragged through to the next room.

“There’s something about that girl,” said the old woman.
“Where have I seen that look before? No, it must be imagination.” She sighed
over her recollections before being roused by a tap on the shoulder and brought
into the office to face Mr Fang.

Fang sat behind a bar undoing his trousers, Olivia naked in
front of it. Fang looked up with a scowl as the old lady walked in. “Who are
you?”

“My card sir.”

“Officer!” called out Fang. “Who is this woman?”

“My name is Downlow and permit me to inquire your name?”

“Officer! What’s this woman charged with?”

“She’s not charged your worship,” replied the officer. “She
appears against the girl here.”

“Swear her.”

“Before I am sworn, I must say one word.”

“Hold your tongue madam!”

“I will not!”

“Hold your tongue or I’ll drag it onto my cock. Swear her!”

“Now,” said Fang once Mrs Downlow was sworn. “What’s the
charge on this young whore? What have you to say Mrs?”

“I was standing at a bookstall…”

“Hold your tongue I said! Where’s the policeman. Now
policeman, what is this?”

The policeman related how he’d taken charge, searched
Olivia, found nothing and that was all he knew.

“Any witnesses?”

“None your worship.”

Any witnesses to what I’m about to do?”

“None your worship.”

Fang stepped out from behind the bench, his trousers round
his ankles. Downlow turned away, refusing to watch the current state of the
judicial system at its finest. Olivia’s fear of arrest had been replaced by
lust at the sight of the enormous organ coming into view and she pounced on it
in seconds. Behind her the policeman lowered his flies, pulling free his member
and sliding it into her pussy. As he fucked her, she found her mouth thrust
onto the cock at the back of her throat, making her gag. She rocked between the
two of them as the officer with his keys knelt beside her and began stroking
her clit, kissing her back with such soft embraces that she felt the centre of
the world. She came shortly after, an orgasm that made her body shake and her
mind reel. The cock in her pussy moved faster as she contracted around it and
at the instant it came, the shaft in her mouth spasmed and spunk shot to the
back of her throat. She felt it in her pussy and on her tongue at the same
moment and with a sigh of pleasure she swallowed as much as she could before
Fang resumed his seat and the policeman helped Olivia to her feet, her hands
still trembling as cum dribbled from her pussy.

“Are you done sir?” Downlow asked, turning round. “For I
have never in my life…”

Silence madam! What is your complaint against this girl?”

With many interruptions, Downlow contrived her case that in
surprise she saw the girl run but could not be sure she was the thief.

“Are you without panties?” Fang asked.

“I fail to see…”

“You’ve been sworn. Answer the question or I’ll send you
down for disrespect. Are you without panties?”

“That is true.”

“Prove it.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Are you deaf woman? Prove it.”

Reluctantly Mrs Downlow lifted her dress to her waist,
exposing her naked pussy to the magistrate who nodded back at her. Turning to
Olivia, Fang continued, “What’s your name you scoundrel?”

Olivia was still recovering from her orgasm and could barely
whisper so the officer spoke for him, hazarding a guess. “Says her name is Tina
White your worship.”

“Where does she live?”

“Where she can your worship,” the officer said again, pretending
to receive Olivia’s answer.

“Has she any parents?”

“Died in infancy.”

“May I have some water?” Olivia asked, feeling faint.

“Stuff and nonsense,” replied the magistrate.

“She may fall,” said Downlow.

“Let her fall.” Olivia availed herself of the permission and
fell into a dead faint. “Let her lie there. She’ll soon tire of it. Three
months hard labour. Take her away.”

The door was opened and two men appeared to carry the
insensible Olivia to her cell when an elderly man burst in. “Stop! Don’t take
her away. I saw two boys take the panties and this girl was shocked by the
sight.”

“Why didn’t you come here before?” asked Fang.

“I had to get someone to mind the shop. I ran all the way.”

“The victim was reading was she?”

“The book in her hand now sir.”

“Oh that book. What is that? Fucking in Foreign Fields. Is
it paid for?”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh dear me,” said Downlow. “I forgot all about it.”

“A nice person to charge a young girl. Think yourself
fortunate the book owner doesn’t prosecute you. Now clear the office!”

Downlow was outside and Olivia beside her, laid naked and
senseless on the pavement. “Poor girl,” Downlow said. “Call a coach somebody.”

A coach was obtained and Olivia lifted into it, the old lady
on the other seat. “May I accompany you,” asked the book keeper.

“Yes of course, I’ll be back momentarily, I left my
spectacles in the courtroom,” said Downlow.

Olivia stirred, sitting up and finding herself in the coach
with the door closed and the book keeper opposite.

“You are well miss?” he asked.

“Well enough,” she replied. “Although there is an ache
inside me that I need satisfying.”

“What can you mean?” he asked in innocence.

Olivia slid from her seat, unable to stop herself in her
urgent need for something inside her. She rubbed at the book keeper’s cock
through his trousers until a visible bulge appeared. At this point she reached
in through his flies and brought it out, climbing onto him and sinking down
onto his shaft, kissing him deeply as she rocked above him, bringing his hand
to stroke her clit. She began to bounce ever faster on him as they kissed,
using his fingers to help bring her to a shuddering orgasm before slumping back
against the far seat in a dead faint.

Downlow opened the door and entered seconds later and away
they drove.