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

Cure Me

Chapter 1

It has been
ten years since it happened but in my memory it remains as fresh as if did only
take place yesterday. I had been asked to speak of my experiences of asylums
and in preparation I read over a multitude of publications including some only
just published. Within one I was surprised to find a handwritten addition to a
list of asylums in Yorkshire. At the very bottom of the page someone had
scrawled, “Shudderton – a most modern establishment five miles formed as part
of the development at Ravenscar. A perfect example of all we can do to heal the
sick.”

I had never heard of Shudderton or
of Ravenscar and spent some time researching both places. Of Shudderton I could
find not a single record but Ravenscar was mentioned in a number of articles.
It was a town in the midst of development on the North Yorkshire coast. A
number of houses had already been built as had a hotel with surrounding golf
course. I telegrammed the hotel and arranged a room so as to base myself whilst
learning more of Shudderton.

The journey on from Leeds towards
the north was long and arduous and by the time I arrived at Whitby I was
exhausted. I spent the night in a guesthouse and enjoyed a refreshing walk
along the pier as the sun rose the next morning. The final few miles to
Ravenscar were at a crawl, the steepness of the hill tiring the horses until at
last I arrived.

Ravenscar was a windswept hamlet,
there being but few houses and those spread out over some distance overlooking
the sheer cliff down to the North Sea. I departed the coach, nodded a farewell
to the driver and walked into the hotel. It was an enormous building of dark
stone, turrets and battlements an affectation to an imagined past for every
part of the establishment appeared brand new.

The reception was empty as I
entered, there were few signs of any guests other than myself. I rang the bell
and waited until the manager appeared before me.

“Yes?” he grunted.

“Good evening. My name is
Underwood. I believe you have a room for me?”

“You the one what telegrammed?”

“I did indeed sir.”

“Supper’ll be served when you come
back down,” he said as he passed me a room key. The label dangling from it
consisted only of the number twenty seven.

“How do I…?” I began to ask but
he’d already gone. Turning around I hefted my case into my arms, irritated by
the lack of assistance offered. I found a stairwell and walked up it, taking
some time to find room twenty seven before finally unlocking my door and
entering. The curtains were drawn and I pulled them back to observe a fine view
of the sweeping bay below me, the evening sun shimmering on the outgoing tide
and smoke rising from what appeared to be a mine of some kind further down the
hillside.

Once I was unpacked I returned
downstairs and sought out the dining room. There was only one other guest
beside myself, a pale woman sipping at a coffee and staring out of the long
window at the sea beyond.

“Good evening,” I said as I took a
seat. She did not reply, nor even look my way.

“I wonder if I might ask you a
question,” I tried again. This time she glanced across at me, sadness in her
eyes. “I apologise for disturbing you miss but I am seeking out Shudderton
Asylum. Do you know of it?”

She scraped back her chair and
stood up quickly. “Do not mention the name of that infernal place,” she hissed,
storming past me and out of the dining room.

I sat in silence until the manager
appeared, carrying a tray of food towards me. “It’s stew,” he said, setting it
down before me. As he turned to go I caught his arm.

“My good man, I wonder if I could
trouble you for a moment.”

“What is it?” he asked
impatiently.

“I wish to visit Shudderton Asylum
during my stay here. Could you perhaps point me in its direction?”

His expression changed, his eyes
narrowing as he stared at me. “There aint no asylum round here.”

“I do not wish to contradict you
sir but I have been informed to the contrary.”

He didn’t speak, merely looking
down at me as if afraid I were a coiled snake that might bite him if he moved
too quickly.

“You must have heard of it good
sir,” I said. “This is a small enough town is it not?”

He leaned down closer, his voice
low. “I want you gone tomorrow morning.”

“Certainly not. I have arranged a
stay of two days and I intend to make good use of my time here.”

He turned away from me, muttering,
“Very well,” before leaving without looking back.

I soon demolished the stew, being
ravenous after my journey. A door to my left creaked open and a maid peeked
out, beckoning me over. I stood up and approached her as she glanced around as
if afraid she would be overheard. “You should leave,” she whispered. “While you
still can.”

“What on earth are you talking
about?” I replied.

“I’m trying to help you. Pack your
things and leave at once.”

“I will not. I do not know what
you are trying to achieve by treating a paying guest like this but I must say
your behaviour explains the lack of guests currently residing in this
establishment.”

“Please good sir. Just go.”

“Sally, where are you girl!” a
voice yelled from the kitchen behind her. She turned and vanished, leaving the
door to swing closed and me more confused than ever. I returned to my room, the
setting sun ensuring I could do little more that night. I settled into my bed,
vowing to seek out the asylum in the morning.

I slept fitfully, the sound of the
waves far below passing through the glass as if I were on a boat at sea rather
than safely on the clifftops. It was pitch black when I awoke to the sound of
voices in the corridor. A discussion of some kind was taking place but as I sat
up and the bed creaked under me the conversation ceased.

A moment later there was the
scrape of a key in the lock and the light of a candle illuminated my room. I
lay back, closing my eyes whilst wondering what on earth was happening. A hand
fell on my arm and I sat up, looking up at three burly men dressed in white.

“That’s the one,” the manager said
from the doorway, holding up a light. “Tried to attack me he did.”

“Leave him to us,” one of the men
said, yanking me to my feet.

“How dare you sir!” I shouted.
“Let me alone this instant.”

“It’ll be the worse for you if you
struggle,” he replied.

I squirmed with all my might and
the last thing I saw was his arm raised above his head, a stave illuminated by
the candlelight as it swung down through the air and connected with my head.
Everything went black in an instant.

Chapter 2

I awoke to find myself in a padded
room, the only light coming from the gaps around the door to my left. Twisting
my arms I looked down to observe I had been bound in a straitjacket. Getting to
my feet, a wave of dizziness washed over me, the blow to my head still
affecting me. I made my way to the door and yelled at the closed hatch set into
it. “I say, let me out this instant!”

The sound of echoing footsteps
reached me from the corridor beyond and a moment later the hatch was scraped to
one side. A pair of eyes frowned in at me. “Be quiet!” a man’s voice said. “Or
a gag will soon complete your ensemble.”

“What on earth is happening here?
Why am I in this thing?” I asked, tugging at the jacket in an ineffectual attempt
to loosen it.

“You are a patient and the doctors
are all in bed. Questions must wait until the morning.”

The hatch scraped closed again and
I slumped downwards, dizziness washing over me once more as my eyes closed.

When I awoke again I was no longer
in the padded cell. Instead I was strapped into a solid wooden armchair with
electrodes attached to my scalp, an ominous buzzing coming from a machine
beside me. “Where am I?” I asked, my throat dry with thirst.

“You at a patient at Shudderton
Asylum.”

“Your name sir?”

“Doctor Stanley.”

“There has been an error Doctor
Stanley. I am a physician like yourself.”

“Not according to my file. It says
you arrived at Ravenscar hotel in a fit of mania, attacked a number of guests
before attempting to burn the place down.”

“That is a lie.”

The doctor laughed. “Of course it
is. Why would I believe the words of three independent witnesses when the
patient is here to contradict them all? I suppose your name is not Underwood
either?”

“No, that is my name but…”

“Enough. Brace yourself for this
may smart a little.”

He turned a wheel on the machine
beside him and pain shot through my head, my limbs twitching, my muscles
spasming. It only lasted a few seconds but it was an eternity for me. The wheel
was turned once more and the electrical charge died away, leaving me panting
for breath.

“An interesting reaction. Now tell
me why you attempted to burn down the hotel?”

“I did not sir. I spoke the truth.
I am a physician. You may telegram my offices if you wish and they will confirm
things to me. In addition in my case at the hotel is a number of calling cards
beside my journal which…”

He turned the wheel again,
silencing me as electricity coursed through me, blocking out anything but the
white pain in my head. This time when he stopped I began to weep. “I beg you
sir, do not inflict that thing upon me anymore.”

“Tell me the truth then. There was
no case in your room, only matches and shredded newspaper. Why did you attack
the guests?”

“I did not!”

The wheel again. This time the force
was stronger than before and my back was forced into spasm, my limbs pulling at
the leather straps which held me in place. As it died away it was soon time
before I was capable of speech.

“You will be here for some time
unless you learn to be an honest gentleman. For now I dare not continue your
interview for risk of doing you permanent harm.”

He rang a bell and an attendant
entered the room. I recognised him as the fellow with the stave from the night
before but opening my mouth only brought out a slurring noise far removed from
coherent speech.

“Take him to join the children,”
the doctor said. “Keep an eye on him whilst he is there.”

“Yes Doctor Stanley.”

The bonds holding me in place were
untied and I was helped to my feet. Barely able to walk, I had to lean on the
attendant as he led me along one corridor after another until at last we
stopped at a door, the window covered in a latticework of iron, no glass to be
seen. On the other side was a room filled with women but I felt sure I was in
the midst of a hallucination as the door was locked and I was admitted into
their ranks. They were all adults and yet their clothing, their manner and even
the room itself was indicative of a place solely dedicated to youth.

Some of the inmates wore short
dresses, others were in nightshirts and there were some who drew my eye despite
my weakened state for they wore nothing but nappies. Two were bickering over a
doll in a corner, slapping and tugging at each other’s hair. Several were
asleep on a long rug, thumbs in their mouths as they snored quietly. One was
drinking from a bottle. It was a sight my mind could barely comprehend.

What struck me as the attendant
lowered me into a rocking chair was the lack of men. Why had I been brought
here to a room filled with insane women acting like children? It made no sense.

The sound ofa key turning behind
me indicated that I was now locked in here and as the attendant’s footsteps
faded away, the women began to slowly walk towards me, their eyes fixed on mine
whilst I could only stare back at each of them in turn.

Chapter 3

“What’s your name?” one woman
asked me. She stood before me wearing nothing but a nappy as if it were the
most natural thing in the world. I fought to avoid looking at her breasts
whilst I replied.

“I am Doctor Underwood and I must
beg your leave.”

“A doctor,” another said, clapping
her hands together. “That means we can play doctors and nurses. I want to be
patient.”

“No I’m going to be patient. You
were patient last time. You can be a nurse.”

“I don’t want to be a nurse.
Nurses are boring. I want you to operate on me.”

As they bickered I tried to stand
but my legs gave way and I fell back into the chair.

“Perhaps he should be patient,” a
blonde woman in a red frock said. “He looks poorly.”

“Good idea Annie, let’s get the
patient to the hospital.”

They took my hands and, ignoring
my protests, led me over to a stretcher which lay in the corner of the room.
Hoisting me onto it I could only lie back as they stood arrayed around me,
giving me an inkling of the perspective of those on whom I had operated before.

The group around me seemed without
number at first but I soon established that in reality there were five women
interested in me, the others drifting away to play amongst themselves. The one
nearest my head spoke first. “I am Doctor Annie and I’m going to take away your
owee until you’re all better. This is nurse Caroline, nurse Rebecca, nurse Lisa
and nurse Hannah.”

Annie was the only one in a dress,
the others wearing nappies and nothing else. I could not stop glancing at the
array of breasts surrounding me, such a variety between them. Caroline’s
straight blonde hair ran over her enormous boobs, the nipples sticking out as
if spying on me. Beside her Rebecca began to unbutton my straitjacket, twisting
me onto my side. Her breasts were smaller but rounder, the nipples pointing
forwards and stiff as could be. As she undid the ties holding my arms in place,
Lisa began toying with her nipples. “Help nursey,” she grinned, smiling down at
me. “Like helping nursey.”

Hannah remained silent as she
reached for my trousers, tearing at my buttons with her tongue stuck from the
corner of her mouth in concentration. I asked her to stop but when her fingers
brushed over my skin, I felt the protest dying away in my mouth. Her touch was
so gentle, my body began to react to it even before my mind knew what was
happening.

“We need you naked to examine you
properly,” Annie said, struggling with her words as if mimicking what she’d
heard from the asylum doctors. “We’ll make you better soon I promise.”

Once my straitjacket was undone
their hands descended onto my chest, prodding and probing my muscles whilst
giggling with enjoyment. “I must leave,” I said, trying to sit up.

They shoved me back down and from
nowhere straps appeared, tying my wrists to the edges of the stretcher. I
fought to free myself as my trousers were tugged down and yanked from my feet,
my underwear following. I blushed as I saw my erection, unable to hide my
arousal at the sight of the half naked women arrayed above me.

“Make you better,” Lisa said,
taking hold of my cock in her hand. “Like making you better.”

She opened her mouth and slid her
lips over the tip of me, bringing a guttural moan from the back of my throat.
Her touch was so wet and soft all thought of protesting vanished from my mind.

“Is that where it hurts?” Annie
asked, pointing at my cock.

I nodded, joining in the game for
the first time.

“We know the best treatment for
that,” she replied, turning to Hannah. “Could you help me nurse Hannah?”

Hannah grinned, lifting Annie’s
dress off her shoulders to reveal her naked body underneath. I couldn’t help
but stare at her body as she bent over facing away from me, reaching back to
pull her buttocks apart.

“Take my temperature please nurse
Hannah,” she said, glancing back at me.

I gasped as Hannah licked her
index finger before pushing it slowly into her friend’s bottom, not stopping
until it was as far in her as she could manage. All the while Lisa continued
licking and sucking me, Rebecca and Caroline running their hands over the rest
of me until my body cried out for release.

Hannah by now was sliding her
finger back and forth inside Annie, her other hand on the dripping wet pussy
below, stroking it vigorously. “Want to make him better,” Caroline said,
shoving Lisa aside. “Need a weewee first.”

 She stepped back and the
crotch of her nappy began to darken. I stared in disbelief as urine overflowed
the edges of the cloth and ran down her thighs, splashing onto the floor below her.
“Had an accident,” she mumbled, sucking her thumb as the pee finished falling.

“Oh dear,” said Rebecca, untying
the soaked nappy and tossing it aside. “Bad nursey.” She bent Caroline over and
began spanking her, each blow bringing a yell of excitement from her victim.
The two of them turned back to me as if due to an invisible signal, their
tongues running up either side of my cock. I let out a moan as my shaft
twitched, burning with heat and desire.

Hannah climbed up the side of the
stretcher and positioned her knees either side of my head, forcing me to stare
up at her exposed pussy. Somehow every one of the women around me was now
naked, but Hannah kept my attention on her by touching herself slowly, her
fingers moving in gentle circles through her wetness. “Give you medicine,” she
said softly. “Make you better.”

Lowering her hips, her pussy
descended towards my face until it was clamped directly over my mouth. I could
taste her delicious sweetness as she ground down onto my lips, drawing my
tongue up inside her.

I could feel a warmth around my
cock and realised one of the others had climbed onto me and was taking me into
their pussy. My hands were untied once more, the fingers taken in strong grips
and onto clits as if there were nothing in the world but me and the women
surrounding me, my job only to pleasure them all. Above me Hannah pressed down
hard as she played with her breasts, my tongue moving to her clit and by the
swift rhythm of my movement, she reached climax a minute later, the contractions
of her internal muscles gripping my tongue for some time before she descended
to the floor, planting a kiss on my lips. “Made you better,” she said, picking
up a dummy and inserting it in her mouth, tottering away towards the sleeping
area.

I could see it was Annie riding
me, her pussy dripping with moisture as she lifted and lowered herself onto my
glistening shaft. “We must make our patient well,” she gasped whilst Rebecca
took Hannah’s place on my face. I was made to taste each of them in turn and as
they shifted their positions I was able to indulge in the wonderful variety of
sensations when my cock slid into one pussy after another. I could feel an
orgasm building inside me but just as I felt myself on the edge the women
stepped back, moving their heads towards my shaft. Their four tongues fought
for space on my cock, licking around the tip, sucking my balls, teasing me
until I could last no longer.

“Drinky,” Annie said as my cock
jerked. “We need drinky.” A spurt of cum flew from the tip into the air,
landing on their faces. Annie shoved the others out of the way and caught the
second load in her mouth, swallowing quickly whilst more cum sprayed on the
others. They all giggled as they stood up, their hands squeezing the last drops
from me which they licked up eagerly.

“How do you feel?” Annie asked,
sitting me up before wiping her mouth with her hand. “Did we make you better?”

I nodded, hardly capable of
speech. She wandered off with the others as another woman in a nappy approached
me. She leaned towards my ear and whispered so faintly I could hardly hear,
“Help us get out of here.”