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Authors: Lucy Wild
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Shortly after Olivia told the lady that she had seen Mrs
Downlow leaving a coach and going into a house. They hastened there at speed
and Olivia waited outside whilst the lady went within.
“Mrs Downlow I believe?” she asked.
“That is my name.”
“I shall surprise you by saying you once showed great
kindness to a young friend of mine.”
“Indeed?”
“Olivia Twist as you knew her.”
Mrs Downlow fell back in her chair, wonder on her features.
“Do you know of the girl?”
The lady advanced in few words all that had befallen Olivia since
she had left Downlow the last time. “Thank God,” said Mrs Downlow when all was
said. “This brings me great happiness but where is she now.”
“Waiting by the door.”
“At the door?” said Mrs Downlow, hurrying outside and
returning in a moment with Olivia in her arms. They kissed with great passion
and the lady watched in silence as their clothes were tossed aside. She
continued to watch with her heart pounding as Olivia was laid on her back and
Mrs Downlow dived between her legs, professing her desire to taste the girl
again, having missed her sweetness after so long apart.
The lady watched Olivia come a minute later, her hands
moving to her own pussy as another orgasm followed shortly after. Mrs Downlow
moved to Olivia’s face and rode her mouth until she reached a powerful climax
and only then did they stand and acknowledge that the lady was even there.
The story of Olivia’s adventures were shared over many a
climax followed by a hearty meal enjoyed by all. “What’s to be done with this
information?” asked Mrs Downlow at last as the three of them lay naked in bed
together.
“We must find the truth of Olivia’s parentage and regain her
inheritance,” said the lady, absently stroking Olivia’s nipples. “We must bring
Spunks to his knees as we have no proof against him.”
With that the council broke up, agreeing to meet Nancy at
the nearest possible time to further the debate.
Upon the night when Nancy met the lady two figures advanced
to London. They were two women, carrying a heavy load between them. “What if
Semenbally catches us?” asked Tit for it was her with Charlotte by her side.
“He’ll take us back in handcuffs.”
“You perhaps, you took the money from his till.”
“I took it for us.”
On they went until they reached a public house named The
Three Pussies where Getin was slumped over the bar. Once inside they inquired
of a room and were led there, unaware of a small hole in the wall beside where
Getin listened intently to their conversation, hoping to hear something to his
advantage.
“Fuck me,” said Charlotte, “I need relief after such a long
walk.”
“I will,” said Tit, stripping out of her clothes, not
noticing a pair of beady eyes staring at them through the hole in the wall.
Once naked she tied Charlotte to the bed with them, binding her in place and
teasing her for minutes on end with her tongue, her fingers, even her toes. She
finally sat on Charlotte’s face whilst leaning down to lick her pussy, the
bound girl only able to squeal with delight as she was brought to a powerful
climax. Tit pressed down onto her tongue for a minute longer until she too
came, shaking with delight as she slumped onto the bed beside her companion.
“I mean to be a lady,” said Tit.
“I would like that but there aren’t tills to be emptied
every day are there?”
“Tills be blowed. I shall empty pockets, houses, banks.”
“How?”
“I shall get into company with them who can.”
Untied and freed to move Charlotte and Tit lay naked
together when the door burst open and in came Getin. “A pleasant night,” she
said, ignoring their nakedness and taking a seat. “A good night for emptying a
till, a pocket or a house perhaps?”
Tit looked at the intruder in horror. “You heard?”
“I did but you’re lucky it was me. Bring me to orgasm in
under a minute and I’ll keep your secret my dear.”
The two of them leapt from the bed, diving under Getin’s
skirt and lapping at her pussy, finding her clit already engorged with blood.
It took nearer two minutes to make her climax but she seemed to forgive them
the delay. “I have business in mind for two such as you,” she said as they
retreated to their bed once more. “Perhaps the till you emptied might begin our
discussion.”
“I have money but I shall not hand it over.”
“Yes, the twenty pounds is ours,” added Charlotte. Tit
rolled her eyes.
“Not much use if the number is taken and the payment stopped
at the bank. It’ll have to go abroad but I can help with that. In addition
would you like to work for me in gaining more?”
“What’s the wages?” asked Tit.
“Live like a lady, board and lodging for free, half of all
you earn.”
“What must we do?”
“For now I need a spy.”
“I could turn my hand to that,” said Tit.
“Ten tomorrow then,” said Getin.
The next day Tit and Charlotte were removed to Getin’s
house. “I wish you to replace one dear to me,” said Getin when they arrived.
“Your friend died?”
“Not died, taken. Charged with picking a pocket and
remanded. You should have known the Fucker my dear. I need to know what’s to
happen to him. Will you go in my place?”
Tit and Charlotte gladly took on the task, making their way
to the magistrates in time to see Fucker appear before the bench. It took no
time at all to see that transportation was the verdict and they hastened back
to inform Getin of the fact.
Nancy was pacing up and down whilst Sikes and Getin talked.
The time was eleven and she was desperate to leave but they refused to let her.
“I want to go walk,” she said, walking towards the door.
“You’ll go nowhere,” said Sikes, striking her a fierce blow.
Nancy tried another tack, beginning to strip to inaudible music as Getin and
Sikes turned to watch her. She played with her breasts, bringing her nipples to
life with tweaks and rubs before inserting the end of a candle into her pussy
and trying to tease them into fucking her.
At last Sikes stood up and took the candle from her,
flinging it into the fire. “Be silent,” he growled. “And be still.”
“I will not,” she replied, tearing his trousers open and
pulling out his cock. She sank to her knees and took him into her mouth,
forcing him to set aside his talk whilst his hips thrust towards her lips.
Behind her Getin began touching herself and together they descended on Nancy.
She was laid on her back a moment later with Getin on her face and Sikes inside
her pussy. If she was expecting them to sleep after they came she was sadly
mistaken for once Sikes had filled her with cum he merely returned to his seat
and bade her to be silent once more.
When Getin rose to leave an hour later, she glanced across
at Nancy, surprised to see a single tear rolling down her cheek.
Tit was employed by Getin soon after on a mission of utmost
importance. “You are to follow a woman,” she said.
“An old one?”
“A young one.”
“That I can do.”
“Tell me where she goes, who she sees and bring the
information back to me.”
“What’s it worth?”
“A pound and you can enter my bottom as often as you like
for the next week.”
“I’ll take a down payment now,” said Tit, dragging Getin to
the bed beside them. She pushed the old woman onto her front and began licking
between her buttocks, finding the hole hidden there and delving into it, first
with her tongue and then with her fingers. With another hand under Getin’s
body, stroking her clit, she soon brought her employer to orgasm before they
lay together arm in arm.
“Who is she?” asked Tit.
“One of us.”
“Oh Lor! You doubt her?”
“She has found new friends and I must know who they are.”
“I see.”
Six nights passed before Tit was sent for, following Getin
through the streets to peer in through a window. “See that woman,” said Getin.
Tit looked in and saw Nancy naked on her bed, a candle
inside her pussy and her free hand on her clit. Tit watched in excited silence
as Nancy fucked herself ever faster until she turned onto her front and eased
the candle into her bottom, still rubbing her clit until she reached a
screaming orgasm, her head turning to the window. Tit and Getin ducked out of
sight. “Did you see her?”
“I did, I saw all of her.”
“Follow her when she leaves.”
Two figures emerged on London Bridge at quarter to twelve.
One was a woman looking around, the other another woman slinking in the
shadows. It was a dark night and few people stirred. A mist hung over the river
as the first woman paced back and forth until the clock struck twelve. A minute
later a hackney carriage stopped by the bridge and two ladies stepped out,
walking onto the river crossing as the girl walked towards them.
“Down the steps,” she hissed. “Not here.”
They descended the stairs to an even darker spot, talking as
Tit listened in silence nearby.
“You were not here last Sunday,” said one lady.
“I was kept by force.”
“By whom?”
“Him I told you of before.”
“I see. Now we have decided to extort the secret from Spunks
but if we cannot, you must deliver up Getin.”
“I will not do it!”
“Tell us why.”
“I’ll not turn on those like myself.”
“Then give us Spunks.”
“And if he turns on the others?”
“There the matter shall rest.”
After receiving their assurance, Nancy proceeded to tell them
where Spunks was most often found and at what times. “He is tall but not stout
and he constantly looks over his shoulder. His face is dark and his lips
discoloured. He sometimes bites his hands in fits. On his cock is…”
“A broad red mark like a burn?” cried Mrs Downlow.
“You know him?”
“I think I do but we shall see. Now what can we do for you
in return?”
“Give me a final gentle orgasm if you please and nothing
more.”
Nancy let herself fall into their arms and Mrs Downlow
kissed her neck softly, the other lady observing in silence as Nancy’s dress
was lifted to expose her pussy. Tit peered over at them, rubbing her own pussy
vigorously, biting her lip to ensure she was silent when she reached her orgasm
a minute later. Meanwhile Mrs Downlow stroked Nancy’s clit gently whilst still
embracing her until she reached a shuddering climax. “Are you sure you wish for
nothing more?” she asked as Nancy set her dress back into place.
“I am past all hope, chained to my life and I have gone too
far to go back. I must go home.”
“Home?”
“Home, such a home as I have built for myself with the work
of my life. Now go!”
AS they ascended the steps, Tit darted away at her utmost
speed, making for Getin’s house as fast as her legs would carry her.
Getin sat in her lair with bloodshot eyes, crouching over a
cold hearth, Tit asleep at her feet. Her hatred of Nancy overwhelmed her
thoughts until she heard footsteps in the street. “At last,” she muttered. “At
last.”
Sikes entered not long after and took in Getin’s expression
in a glimpse. “What now?”
“Suppose this girl asleep on the floor was to peach. What
would you do?”
“Grind her skull under my boot.”
“What if I did it?”
“Bash your brains out.”
“And what if it was Nancy?”
“What do you mean?” asked Sikes, drawing back.
Getin did not answer, shaking Tit awake instead. “Tell him!”
“Tell him what?” asked Tit, shaking herself awake.
“About Nancy.”
“I followed her to London Bridge. She let an old woman bring
her to orgasm after telling them she would give up Spunks.”
“Hell’s fire!” cried Sikes.
“A word Bill,” said Getin. “Let’s not be too hasty.”
But Sikes was already out the door and into the street. He
reached his house in no time, his strained jaw seeming to start through his
skin as he drew back the curtain around the bed. “Get up,” he snarled at Nancy.
“Why, what on earth’s the matter Bill?”
“You were watched tonight,” he said, grasping her by the
throat and dragging her into the middle of the room. “You were heard.”
“Then spare me,” gasped the girl, “spare my life as I spared
yours.”
Bill let her fall and grasped his pistol. In his fury he
beat her twice with all the force he had. She staggered, fell, blinded with
blood from the gash in her forehead. She breathed one prayer for mercy to her
Maker with all the feeble strength she had.
The murderer staggered back and seized a heavy club,
shutting out the sight with his hand, he lashed out and struck her down.
Of all the bad deeds carried out in London, that was the
worst. The sun rose but Bill had not stirred. He had struck and struck again
before tossing a rug over her remains. He had lit a fire and thrust the club
into it. He finally got up long into the morning and washed himself, the blood
stains still visible around the room.
He left in a daze, walking the streets and thinking all
viewed him with suspicion.
“I heard talk of a murder,” he heard one person say as he
passed by in the late afternoon.
“A woman,” added another.
On went Sikes, hearing Nancy’s last low cry in every
movement of the wind. The night was spent in a shed in a field and a vision
came to him of Nancy dying again and again. At last he could stand no more,
walking back into the London he knew as if he might exhume her memory by
walking where she used to walk.
