Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (29 page)
Read Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set Online
Authors: Lucy Wild
Mr Bummer found himself in London on business shortly after
and was taken by an advertisement on a lamppost.
Five Guinea Reward – Whereas a young girl named Olivia Twist
was last seen by her home in Pentonville and has not been heard of since. The
reward will be paid for information leading to her discovery.
There followed a description of Olivia and the address of
Mrs Downlow.
Mr Bummer made his way to the address, inquiring of Mrs
Downlow at the door. At the mention of Twist he was admitted into the house and
brought before the old lady.
“I have come in consequence of seeing the advertisement.”
“Do you know where the girl is?”
“I do not.”
“Then what do you know?”
Mr Bummer listed the birth, the treachery, the sexual
exploits of Olivia in such a way that Mrs Downlow became increasingly
flustered, ever more so when anal was mentioned. At last she could resist no
more, diving on Mr Bummer and tearing at his clothes. In her lust, she soon had
him naked and her bottom exposed to him, insisting he enter her at once. This
he did without pause, groaning with satisfaction as he slid deep into her rear
whilst simultaneously reaching round to rub her clit.
They came at the same moment, Mr Bummer firing cum into her
posterior as she shook with her own climax, her empty pussy contracting whilst
her legs shook and her fingers trembled. As Mr Bummer eased himself from her,
she returned to seat and sighed with relief.
She gave the beadle five guineas for his intelligence and
sent him away, calling for Mrs Bedwin to come to her. “Let that Twist girl’s
name never be mentioned again in my hearing. Never!”
Little can be said of the enforced incarceration of Olivia.
She was kept alone with her hands bound for a week so she could neither escape
nor touch herself in the way she most desired. After seven days had passed she
was brought out into the main room and told she could not orgasm until she had
brought every figure in the room to a climax. This she did with all haste,
desperate for her throbbing clit to be satisfied. She sucked countless cocks
one after another, licked one pussy after another until the sound of a woman
coming meant little more than a step closer to reaching her own orgasm. As the
last participant fell back Getin declared her mind changed and bound Olivia
again.
It was two more days before she was finally allowed her
freedom, Fucker waiting for her at the table. He forced himself into her mouth
as she moaned with desire, sucking him as deep as she could whilst he undid the
bonds at her wrists, lifting her onto the table and climbing above her,
thrusting into her in a single movement whilst grinding onto her clit. It took
under a minute for her frustration to boil over and an immense orgasm tore
through her body, sending her writhing and bucking under Fucker until she at
last fell still and he was able to speed up his movements and spurt his cum
into her.
From this day she was allowed to roam the house but never
unaccompanied, always with Fucker, Bates or Getin by her side, ever dripping
poison into her ears about the moral value of thievery of all kinds.
It was a chill night when Olivia was taken by Getin to
Spitorswallowfields. The mud lay thick on the stones as they glided in the
dark, eventually reaching a maze of dirty streets and finally stopping a door,
knocking and being admitted by the waiting Sikes with Nancy by the fire within.
“Come in Getin,” said Nancy. “It’s a cold night. Will you
take a drink?”
“To business,” snapped Sikes. “Toni Fuckit has been hanging
about the Chertsey place a fortnight and can’t get any of the servants in line
no matter how many times she drains their balls dry.”
“None can be got over?”
“I say so don’t I? The old lady has had ‘em twenty years and
they won’t do it.”
“Has Toni tried anal with them?”
“I say it can’t be done Getin!”
They sank into silence until Sikes piped up. “Is it worth
fifty extra to be done from outside?”
“It is,” replied the old woman.
“Then it can come off as soon as we like. All I need is the
girl there.”
“Have her Bill. She’ll do whatever is needed. When is it to
go off?”
“We go now,” said Bill.
Nancy took Olivia aside as they left the house. “God forgive
me,” she whispered. “I never thought it would come to this. I tried to prevent
this but to no purpose but someday soon I will help you get loose from here.”
Sikes was waiting in the shadows, loading his pistol which
he set to Olivia’s forehead. “If you speak a word out of turn during this job
that loading will be in your head. You understand?”
Olivia nodded as Nancy slipped away into the night. Together
Sikes and Olivia walked away from the house, Olivia trembling all the while in
fear for her very life.
They walked long into the night, passing one milestone after
another until at last they stopped in a public house to hitch a lift onwards.
The driver was reluctant to assist but he changed his mind when Olivia allowed
him to thrust himself between her breasts in the taproom whilst the curtains
were kept tight shut by Sikes. When the driver had spurted cum onto her face,
he allowed them into his coach and led them to UptheShitterton where they
disembarked and walked on past the river and into a ruinous house that lay by
the bridge.
“Hallo,” cried a voice as they entered the passage.
“Show a glim Toni,” said Sikes.
A light was produced and Toni took sight of Olivia. “One of
Getin’s girls?”
“She is.”
“Bring her through.”
They entered the main space, blankets draped over the
splintered wood of a table and four chairs. Olivia was told to remain silent
whilst the others discussed the plan and it was some time before she became
aware they were looking at her. “Is all well?” she asked.
“It will be,” said Toni,” shining the light high enough to
reveal she was naked as was Sikes. Olivia took in the sight of their bodies and
immediately sank to her knees, wanting to assuage her fear with the distraction
of sex. Once naked, she took Sikes cock into her mouth, hungry to taste both of
them whilst her pussy grew ever damper. She was lifted into the air and set
down on her knees with Toni beside her. Behind them Sikes knelt with his cock
in hand, pushing it first into Olivia’s pussy and then into Toni. Back and
forth he went as if unable to decide where to dwell until at last he insisted
they turn to face him.
His hand was a blur on his shaft as he bid them to open
their mouths and in seconds he grunted loudly and unleashed a torrent of spunk
which splashed on both waiting women. He watched as they swallowed greedily
before allowing Olivia to take a drink of liquor to strengthen her resolve for
the night ahead.
“You got everything Toni?” asked Sikes as he dressed slowly.
“Pistols, keys, crowbar, all here.”
Once the three were dressed they set out in silence through
a thick fog, Sikes leading the way to Chertsey and out the other side to a
house surrounded by a wall. Olivia was hoisted over the wall first and as she
landed she saw the other two clamber over as well. She was almost made with
grief and terror as they reached the house and it took the cocking of the
pistol to force her to clamber through a small window at the back of the house,
squeezing inside as they whispered she was to take the light and unlock the
street door.
Once inside Olivia’s hand shook so much she forced herself
to breathe deeply for several seconds. She was about to tiptoe along the
corridor to rouse the household when she caught sight of a light through the
crack of a door. “Get back here,” Sikes hissed but she ignored him, peering
around the door to see two women naked by the fire, their bodies entwined and
glistening with sweat as they kissed. The sight was so shocking to Olivia that
she dropped her lantern, the noise of its fall echoing around the house.
Two men appeared at the top of the stairs, Sikes fired at
them and reached in, dragging Olivia back out. The loud ringing of a bell
reached them and the shouts of men beside whilst Olivia half ran and was half
carried across the ground until she heard no more.
The night was bitter cold when Mrs Cornhole, matron of the workhouse
where Olivia was born, sat by the fire in her little room. A soft tap came at
the room door. “Oh come in with you,” she called. “Is that you Mr Bummer?”
“At your service,” he replied, shaking the snow from his
coat. He shut the door and accepted her offer of tea.
“Sweet Mr Bummer?” she inquired, taking up the sugar basin.
“Very sweet indeed,” he replied, fixing his eyes on her. The
tea was drunk and Mr Bummer moved to sit beside Mrs Cornhole whilst professing
to be nearer the fire. “Are you hard hearted Mrs Cornhole?” he asked as he set
down his cup.
“What can you want to know for?”
The beadle turned to her and kissed her quite deliberately.
“Me Bummer!” she cried in a whisper. “I shall scream.”
In reply he put his arm round her waist. She had said she
would scream but she did not, letting him kiss her again, her ardour enflamed
as they embraced. She felt his hands slide over her chest, her nipples
hardening under his touch as she spread her legs a little, feeling a dampness
grow in her panties. She was just reaching for the bulge in his trousers when
there came a knock at the door. The two leapt apart as if a fire blazed between
them and as the door opened they were examining opposite walls in some detail.
“Old Sally is going fast,” said the pauper at the door.
“Will you come? She says she must speak with you.”
“I will return Mr Bummer,” Mrs Cornhole said before leaving
the beadle alone in her room. Whilst alone he sat with his back to the fire and
seemed mentally engaged in taking an inventory of the furniture.
Mrs Cornhole followed the pauper up stairs and along
passages until she reached the bare garret of the sick woman. “Listen to me,”
the dying woman said as she approached her bed. “I once nursed a pretty young
woman in this house. She gave birth to a girl and died.”
“What about her?” Mrs Cornhole asked.
“I robbed her. She wasn’t cold when I stole it.”
“Stole what?”
“The only thing she had. It was gold and hung round her
neck. She was so young.”
“The child’s name?”
“They called her Olivia. The gold I stole was…”
“Was what?”
But the old woman had fallen dead, never to speak again. The
two crones by the bedside were left to prepare the death duty whilst Mrs
Cornhole retreated from the garret.
Whilst these events took place in the workhouse Getin sat in
her den with Fucker and Bates when Fuckit arrived.
“Where are the others?” asked Getin. “How’s Bill?”
“Why, is he not here?” began Toni, turning pale.
“Where are they Fuckit, Sikes and the boy?”
“The crack failed.”
“What more?”
“They fired and hit the girl. We cut over the fields but
they gave chase. We left her in a ditch and ran for our lives.”
Getin stopped to hear no more but uttering a yell, rushed
from the room and from the house.
Getin made his way from his usual neighbourhood through
other unsalubrious locales until he finally reached The Three Pussies, the
public house in which Sikes had last been seen. Walking straight upstairs Getin
entered a room and looked around at the inhabitants.
In one corner a piano was being played and a small stage was
set against the wall beside it. On the stage an elaborate sex show was taking
place. A member of the crowd had been bound to a chair, his eyes hidden behind
a blindfold. Before him two whores were teasing him by pushing their breasts
into his face whilst the audience watched and talked amongst themselves. Getin
ignored the show, hunting out one he knew.
“What can I do for you?” inquired a man in the shadow by the
door, following Getin onto the landing.
“Is he here?”
“No.”
“No news?”
“None,” replied the landlord of the Pussies for it was he.
“Will he be here tonight?”
“Spunks, do you mean?”
“Hush! Yes.”
“If you wait ten minutes he shall be.”
“No, tell him I came to see him and he must come to me
tomorrow.”
Getin nodded a goodbye and headed out into the street. He
caught a cab to Bethnal Green and walked the last quarter mile to Sikes’
residence.
Getin crept in and entered the upstairs room to find Nancy
alone, slowly masturbating and sobbing by the fire.
“She’s been drinking,” thought Getin, “or is she just
miserable.”
Nancy looked up and saw him, brushing her skirt back into
place and acting as if she had been indulging in nothing untoward.
“Where is Bill?” Getin asked.
“I know not.”
“And the girl? She may be lying in a ditch.”
“The girl is better there than with you.”
“What? That girl is worth hundreds of pounds to me. If Sikes
returns and does not bring the girl, you should murder him yourself or I’ll
have him hanged I swear.”
“What?”
Getin’s demeanour suddenly changed as if she’d been caught
revealing too much. She determined to distract Nancy and did so by sitting
beside her and drying her tears. “Do not cry my girl. All will be well.”
“I miss him, I miss him inside me.”
“Women can do just as well alone as with men,” Getin said,
turning Nancy’s face towards her.
“You talk nonsense.”
“Allow me to demonstrate.” She kissed Nancy then, softly at
first and then harder. The two gradually fell to the floor, Nancy on her back
and Getin lifting her skirt to expose her pussy beneath. She lifted one of
Nancy’s legs by the ankle, the left one, kissing her way slowly upwards to her
pussy, finding it wet and ready. With her tongue on Nancy’s clit, she slid two
fingers into her and began thrusting them vigorously back and forth as Nancy
let out a low moan.
Getin kept licking until Nancy’s thighs squeezed the sides
of her head and began shaking uncontrollably, the sign of a pent of orgasm
being released at last. When she was calm Getin put many more questions to her
and used her relaxed state to ensure she held no secret knowledge back.
Once her mind was eased in this way, Getin left and walked
briskly back to her own street, fumbling for the door key when a dark figure
emerged from the shadows and grabbed hold of her.
“Getin,” whispered the voice in her ear, as her dress was
lifted to her waist, a rough hand already yanking her knickers down.
“Ah, said she. “Is that…?”
“Yes,” interrupted the stranger. “I have been hiding here
with a tumultuous erection awaiting your return. Where the devil have you
been?” With that he pressed his cock between the cheeks of her bottom,
thrusting in the crack as his hand went to her clit and began roughly stroking
it.
“On your business my dear,” said Getin, letting out a gasp
as the cock nudged lower and slid easily into her pussy, burying itself within
her. “As you are in mine.”
“And what’s come of it?”
“You will in me, I hope.”
At that moment two people passed by, frowning at the sight
before them.
“Inside the house,” said the stranger. “And be quick.”
Reluctantly sliding herself off his cock, Getin opened the
door and they passed into the upstairs room. Here the stranger dived onto
Getin, inside her in seconds, his tongue plunging into her mouth. They kissed
as they rocked against each other, all the signs of orgasm growing stronger
until at the same moment, both came loudly, groaning and grunting until they
finally fell still.
After this they spoke in whispers when Spunks, by which name
Getin called the stranger, raised his voice from time to time. “It was badly
planned. You should have kept her here and made a whore of her. You’ve done it
before. She’d have been convicted in the end and transported soon after.”
“What good would that have done?”
“Mine.”
“But not mine. She was not like the others, panty thieving
did not come naturally to her. What could I do? I sent her out with Fucker and
she was arrested.”
“That was not my doing.”
“Nor mine. But I got her back by Nancy and now she favours
the girl.”
“Fuck Nancy.”
“I’ve done that once this evening but she only likes the
girl as she’s soft. Once I harden her Nancy will no longer care. I will make
her a thief but if she dies…”
“Anything but her death,” said Spunks, grabbing Getin’s arm.
“I won’t shed blood. But what’s that?”
“What? Where?”
“I saw the shadow of a woman’s breast pass along the
wainscot.”
They rushed from the room but saw nothing, a silence
reigning throughout the house. They looked in all the rooms but saw only
sleeping girls. “There is nothing,” said Getin at last. “See!”
“It must have been my imagination.” And with those words the
amiable couple kissed and then parted.
