Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (28 page)

Chapter 12

The coach rattled over London streets until it reached a
neat house near Pentonville. Here Olivia was deposited in a bed and left to rest
for many days, fever tearing through her. Weak and thin, she awoke at last and
sat up in bed. “What room is this? Where am I?” she asked.

A motherly lady, neatly and precisely dressed turned from
her chair beside the bed to answer. “Hush my dear, you must be quiet or you
will be ill again. Rest now.”

“I cannot. I must have sex!”

“Save us,” said the old lady, tears in her eyes. “How you
have been mistreated in the past. Here, drink this.” She brought water and then
patted Olivia on the cheek and told her to lie still or risk becoming ill once
more.

So Olivia kept still and soon dozed, awakened by the light
of a candle which showed a gentleman by the bedside.

“You are better are you not?”

“Yes thank you sir.”

“You’re hungry?”

“No sir.”

“She is not hungry Mrs Bedwin.” The lady nodded her head.
“You feel sleepy don’t you my dear?”

“No sir.”

“You are not sleepy or thirsty.”

“Rather thirsty.”

“Give her tea Mrs Bedwin but no spunk under any
circumstances until she is quite well.”

Olivia dozed again and when he awoke it was bright day. The
disease was passed and she belonged to the world again.

In three days time she was able to sit in an easy chair and
in another day she was permitted to masturbate gently. This she did whilst
propped up on pillows, reading the pages of an erotic book and thinking of all
her past sexual encounters, taking her time and stroking her clit softly until
she reached a climax, her heart beat racing and settling soon after, leaving
her dizzy for a short time.

The morning after that Mrs Bedwin allowed her down to her
housekeeper’s room, sitting her by the fire and asking how she felt. “Is
masturbation enjoyable?” she asked. “It is not something I have ever
attempted.”

“What do you do when you want an orgasm?”

“A what my dear?”

“You have never heard the word?”

“I have not.”

Olivia sighed and got to her feet, weak as she was. “I
cannot undress you but if you deign to remove your skirts I will tutor you in
what to do.”

Mrs Bedwin frowned. “I am not sure that would be seemly.”

“Come come, it will do us both good.”

Mrs Bedwin at last acquiesced, removing her dress and
petticoats before detaching her crinoline and lastly sliding off her plain
cotton drawers, leaving her stockings in place. She blushed as Olivia motioned
for her to lie on the floor and face the mirror leaning against the corner of
the room. “Knees up a little. That’s it.”

Olivia came to sit beside her and lifted her night dress to
expose herself in a similar fashion. “Now take your hand like so and pull your
lips apart a little. That’s it. See that nub at the top there?” With that she
brushed her finger over Mrs Bedwin’s clit, making the old lady gasp with
surprise. “See how that felt? That is the core of your pleasure. Stroke it, rub
it, even squeeze it, do whatever it takes to bring you joy. Observe me.”

Olivia slipped a finger into herself and brought out enough
glistening wetness to coat her clit, masturbating slowly whilst observing her
companion in the mirror. “That’s it. Keep going and you’ll soon see what an
orgasm is.”

The two of them were silent for a time, each lost in their
own pleasure. “Do you need some help?” she asked, shuffling onto her front and
lying between Mrs Bedwin’s legs.

“What are you going to do?” Mrs Bedwin asked.

“Move your fingers like this. That’s it, now keep doing that
whilst I do this.” At those words, Olivia leaned closer and closer until her
lips pressed to Mrs Bedwin’s clit. She flicked her tongue over it and then
began to circle it whilst moving her own hand under her body to continue
rubbing herself in a similar manner.

“Oh my,” said Mrs Bedwin. “What is this sensation I feel
inside me? It is as if I might burst.”

“Just relax,” said Olivia before resuming the ministrations
of her mouth. She listened as Mrs Bedwin’s breathing became ever heavier,
maintaining the same speed with her tongue as she slid a single finger into the
old woman.

“I feel something,” the old woman gasped. “Oh my goodness, what…?”
She stopped speaking, arching her back and thrusting her hips upwards as she
achieved her first ever orgasm. Olivia stopped licking her as her limbs shook,
watching the contractions of her pussy slowly fade away before sitting up and
bringing herself to a quick climax beside the older woman. As she came she felt
a tear run down her cheek.

“Why do you cry?” Mrs Bedwin asked.

“You’ve been so kind to me ma’am.”

“It was nothing. Now you must allow me to dress for Mrs
Downlow is to visit you soon. Why are you looking at that painting up there?”

“I don’t know,” said Olivia. “What a beautiful face she had.
Is it a likeness?”

“Yes, a portrait.”

“Whose ma’am?”

“I don’t know.”

“The eyes, they look as if they want to speak to me.”

“Come now, you must eat and not of me.”

She was still feeding broth to Olivia when Mrs Downlow
walked in. “Poor girl,” he announced. “How do you feel?”

“Very happy madam. And grateful to you all for your
kindness.”

“Good Tina White.”

“My name is Olivia madam.”

“Olivia White?”

“Twist madam.”

“What made you tell the magistrate you were named White?”

“I never did so sir.”

“Why, what’s this?” He pointed at the portrait on the wall
and then at Olivia’s face. There was its living copy, the eyes, head, mouth,
all the same. Olivia fainted dead away at that moment which gives us leave to
explain the whereabouts of Fucker and Bates. After Olivia was arrested they
made their way back to Getin and found her waiting out for them.

“What’s this?” she asked. “Only two. Where’s the third?”

Chapter 13

“Where’s Olivia?” asked Getin. “What’s become of her? Speak
or I’ll spank you both.”

“The beak has him,” said Fucker as Getin swung for him.
Ducking out of reach he picked up the toasting fork as Getin grabbed the coffee
pot and hurled it through the air.

“What the blazes?” growled a deep voice. “Who pitched that
at me?” The man who spoke entered the room, a stout fellow of thirty five in
black velveteen coat, soiled breeches, lace up boots, brown hat and dirty
handkerchief round his neck. Behind him a dog skulked into the corner, coiling
up quietly.

“Ill treating the boys Getin? I wonder they don’t murder
you.”

“Hush Mr Sikes,” said Getin.

“None of your Mister to me.”

“Well then Bill Sikes. You seem out of humour.”

“Perhaps I am as a pewter pot was flung at my head.”

“Allow me to calm you,” said Getin, sitting on Sikes’ lap
and kissing him softly. As she did so, she began to grind against him, feeling
his erection grow under her. She sank to the floor and pulled at his breeches,
drawing his huge member free and taking it into her mouth. Sikes growled and
snatched her up, twisting her round and almost hurling her over the table,
wrenching up her skirts and thrusting straight into her without preamble. Getin
let out a squeal of delight as he filled her completely, rocking back against
him as he grabbed her hips and brought himself to orgasm in a matter of
minutes, spurting deep inside her before withdrawing and immediately demanding
a drink.

After two glasses of spirits Fucker and Bates were brought
to the table to join the conversation which fell to Olivia’s capture.

“He may say something which gets us in trouble,” said Getin.

“That he may,” returned Sikes. “Someone must find out what’s
been done.”

At that moment Bet and Nancy walked into the room and the
conference grew wider. “Bet will go,” said Getin.

“Go where?” she asked, noticing Sikes cock still sticking
from his trousers. She sat one side of him as Nancy sat the other, the two of
them stroking him slowly back to life.

“Up to the office,” said Getin.

“I will not.”

“Nancy, what say you?”

Nancy could not answer for she had sunk to her knees and
taken Sikes into her mouth, making him hard in a short time with Bet assisting
her. She lifted her dress and sank onto him, rocking back and forth as Bet
began to masturbate beside them, Sikes’ thick fingers rubbing her clit roughly.

“Well Nancy?” asked Sikes.

“I won’t go.”

“Yes you will,” he said, holding her in place and thrusting
up into her until she was on the brink of orgasm but not letting her pass over
the edge until she agreed. At last her frustration was such that she acquiesced
in exchange for being allowed to come at last. Sikes moved her upon him in
haste as he tipped her over the edge, grunting his own orgasm inside her as she
came, his cum spraying her pussy as she gasped and slumped back against him,
Bet still moaning beside her.

Accordingly with a white apron and papers in a bonnet, Miss
Nancy went forth to the office to find Olivia not there. “Where is my darling
sister?” she asked the officer.

“I cannot say,” he replied. “Nothing could make me tell you
I can assure you of that.”

A minute later and with his cock deep in Nancy’s mouth he
blurted out, “The lady’s got her.”

“What lady,” Nancy mumbled , licking the tip of him until he
splashed cum onto her face.

“Olivia was taken to a house in Pentonville,” he gasped,
still recovering as Nancy stood up, nodded and left the office. She returned to
Getin and Sikes and they made their plans.

“I must have her,” said Getin as Nancy left once more. “Find
her and I’ll know what to do next. If she means to blab we may stop her mouth
yet.”

Chapter 14

Olivia soon recovered from her fainting fit and found the
painting had been removed.

“It is gone,” said Mrs Bedwin.

“But why?”

“Mrs Downlow felt it might worry you.”

“It didn’t worry me. In fact I quite loved it.”

“Then get well and it shall be hung again.”

The days that followed were happy ones, everybody so kind and
gentle to her. Mrs Bedwin was eager to be taught much about masturbation and
the pair would often pass the hours in Olivia’s room, indulging in mutual
touching until they lost count of their climaxes spent together.

A week after the affair of the picture, Olivia was in a new
gown talking to Mrs Downlow in her study as she sat beside a pile of books.

“There are many books here are there not?” she asked.

“I never saw so many,” replied Olivia, glancing at the
shelves.

“Every one an erotic treat,” replied the old lady. “You
shall read them all. Now tell me the story of how you came to be in the street
on the day we met and spare no detail.”

Olivia began her life story and reached the point of
entering the whorehouse before the doorbell was rung and Mrs Downlow called
away. “We will continue in the morning,” she said, sending Olivia back to the
other room.

“Stop,” she called out. “I have these books to return. Will
you take them for me and settle my account?”

“Of course madam. I shall run all the way.”

“Here is a five pound note. Bring me back ten shillings
change.”

“I will madam.” Olivia left the house and did not return.
Mrs Downlow waited in vain.

Chapter 15

Olivia made her way to the book stall when a woman screamed
in her face, “Oh my dear lover, you are here at last.”

“Let go of me!” Olivia cried. Who are you?”

“Oh gracious Olivia. You naughty girl running off whilst we
were in the midst of a sexual encounter, leaving me frustrated and alone. Come
home directly.”

“Let go of me!” Olivia said again whilst a number of
passersby extolled her to return and give her lover the orgasm she clearly
needed.

“She ran away and left me on the brink,” Nancy said.

“You young tease,” said one woman.

“I don’t know her,” Olivia replied. “I have no lover.”

“What the devil’s this?” said a man with a dog at his heels.
“Come home to your lover and what are these? You been stealing books.” The man
hit Olivia on the bottom with the books as the surrounding crowd cheered.

“Bring her to her senses,” they yelled. Sikes nodded at them
all. “I shall,” he said, yanking up Olivia’s dress and pulling down her
knickers, bending her over his knee and spanking her whilst the crowd cheered.

Olivia felt duty bound to protest but as Sikes slipped his
hand ever closer to her pussy she found her ardour enflamed so strongly she
could not. Instead she spread her legs a little and the crowd grew nearer,
watching as Sikes pulled out his enormous member and lifted Olivia onto his
lap, wrapping her legs around him and bouncing him heartily up and down on his
shaft whilst Nancy took the orphan’s hand and ground it into her pussy through
her knickers, finding the edge and sliding them under the fabric and into her
pussy.

Olivia came first, the sheer bulk of Sikes inside her enough
to bring her to orgasm, a climax made all the more powerful by knowing the eyes
of so many were upon them. As Nancy came a moment later around her finger she
let out a moan of delight, increasing in pitch as Sikes flooded her pussy with
a copious quantity of spunk.

At this, the crowd dispersed, thinking the show clearly
over. Olivia was walked on shaky legs through the streets whilst Mrs Bedwin
waited anxiously by the open front door of the house in Pentonville as night
drew on.

Chapter 16

Olivia was dragged back to Getin who was waiting in her
room. “Look at her posh togs Getin,” said Charley putting the light to Olivia’s
dress.

 “We’ll keep that safe for you,” said Getin, giving
Charley the nod. Olivia’s dress was tugged from her protesting form at the same
instant as Fucker brought out the five pound note.

“That’s mine,” said Sikes.

“No,” replied Getin. “You shall have the books.”

“I shall not,” said Sikes, snatching the note and folding it
small. “That’s for our trouble. You keep the books.”

“Send them back or the kind lady will think I stole them,”
pleaded Olivia, prostrated naked before Getin.

“Quite right Olivia,” said Getin. “She will think that.”
With that Olivia made a dash for the door. Getin caught him and raised a club
to bring down a blow on the girl’s head. Nancy rushed forwards and took the
club, flinging it onto the fire.

“You have the boy. What more would you have?” She stamped
her feet violently on the floor.”

Getin saw it would be hopeless to disregard Nancy’s anger,
turning to Sikes for support.

“What do you mean by this?” asked he.

“I wish I’d been struck dead in the street before I lent a
hand in bringing her here. She’ll be a thief, a liar, a whore from now on,
isn’t that enough without blows?”

She made a rush at Getin but Sikes took hold of her as she
fainted dead away. “Now Olivia,” said Getin. “Perhaps show us what you’ve
learned at the house of the rich my dear?”

Getin removed her dress, taking her time as Sikes took off
his breeches, Fucker too. Whilst Nancy slumbered unaware in the corner, Olivia
took the two men at once, Getin watching and masturbating silently. The orphan
had Sikes in her behind and Fucker in her mouth until each reached orgasm
inside her whilst all the time she thought of the books and the fact that
Downlow would think her a thief.

She forced herself to focus on the pleasure of the moment,
Getin turning her onto her back and sitting on her face, taking Fucker’s still
hard cock into her older mouth with relish as Olivia licked at her pussy until
she reached a screaming loud climax.

Once accomplished, Olivia was left to find her own bed in
the dark, the others locking her in the room whilst they went out with Nancy in
their arms. Despite her frustration at not achieving orgasm the remnants of
Olivia’s illness still remained and she sunk into a restless sleep almost
immediately.