Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (44 page)

5 May - The Castle. The grey of the morning has passed and
the sun is high over the distant horizon which seems jagged, whether with trees
or hills I know not for it is so far off that big things and little are mixed.

I am not sleepy and as I not to be called until I awake, I
naturally write until sleep comes. There are many odd things to put down and
lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Pissritz, let
me put down my dinner exactly.

I dined on what they call robber steak, bits of bacon, onion
and beef seasoned with red pepper and strung on sticks to be roasted over the
fire. The wine was Golden Shower which produces a queer sting on the tongue
which is however not disagreeable. I had only a couple of glasses of this and
nothing else.

When I got on the coach the driver had not taken his seat
and I saw him talking to the landlady. They were evidently talking of me for
every now and then they looked at me and some of the people who were sitting on
the bench outside the door came and listened and then looked at me, most of
them pityingly. I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words for
there were many nationalities in the crowd so I quietly got out my polyglot
dictionary from my bag and looked them up.

I must say they were not cheering to me for among them were
Piss, Toilet, Urine and Vampire.

When we started out, the crowd around the inn door all made
the sign of the flush and pointed a finger at me. With some difficulty I got a
fellow passenger to tell me what they meant. He explained it was a charm or
guard against the wet vampire’s evil eye.

I shall never forget the last glimpse I had of the inn yard
and its crowd of picturesque figures all pissing on the floor as they stood
around the wide archway. Then our driver cracked his big whip over his four
small horses and we set off on our journey.

I soon lost sight of ghostly fears in the beauty of the
scene as we drove along. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and
woods with here and there steep hills crowned with clumps of trees or with
farmhouses. The road was rugged but still we seemed to fly over it with a
feverish haste. The Golden Shower wine in me soon worked its way to my bladder
so that each jolt of the coach made me wince as my need to pee began to grow.

I could not understand what the haste meant but the driver
was evidently bent on losing no time in reaching Borgo Prund. The sun began to
sink as we passed by a white gleam of falling water. One of my companions
touched my arm as we swept past and I realised I was not alone in needing to
pee.

We tried to call for the coach driver to stop momentarily so
we could pee but he either ignored us or did not hear us over the noise of the
horses.

It did not help that by the roadside were many peasant men
and women who squatted as we approached and began to pee. There were many
things new to me in this land such as this. Sometimes the hills were so steep
that despite our driver’s haste the horses could only go slowly. The only stop
he would make was a moment’s pause to light his lamps.

As he did so we all jumped down from the coach and to my
surprise a peasant woman ran over and prostrated herself before us, making the
flushing motion with her hand that I had last seen at the inn.

The others seemed to know what she intended for one after
another they began to pee on her. She lay there in her dress which soon became
soaked with urine as I squirmed on the spot, unsure what to do to relieve
myself.

The others looked expectantly at me as they finished and not
wishing to offend them I lifted my dress and squatted over the peasant who
nodded up at me. My bladder was so overfilled that in an instant a waterfall of
piss sprayed down onto her. I let out a gasp as she reached up and tickled my
clit with her fingers whilst I could not yet stop urinating. The others stood
watching in silence as she teased and tormented my pussy with her expert hands,
all the while pee continuing to fall from me.

The last trickle was leaving my body when she plunged a
finger into me and raised her mouth to my clit, licking it in such a way that
brought an orgasm out of me in moments. I gasped with delight as my body
spasmed whilst the coach driver called for us to return to our seats.

We rode on and finally arrived at our destination in the
darkness of the deep night. The coach driver spoke up as he pulled up to stop.
“There is no carriage awaiting you Frau. You should come on with us to Bukovina
and return tomorrow.” Whilst he spoke the horses began to neigh and snort and
amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants a caleche with four horses drove
up and stopped beside us. I could see that the horses were coal black and
splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man with a long brown beard and a
great black hat which seemed to hide his face from us.

He said to the driver, “You are early tonight my friend.”

The man stammered in reply. “The English Frau was in a
hurry.”

To which the stranger replied, “That is why, I suppose you
wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me my friend. I know too
much and my horses are swift.

As he spoke he smiled and the lamplight fell on a hard
looking mouth with red lips and sharp looking teeth as white as ivory. “Give me
the Frau’s luggage.” With exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in
the caleche. Then I descended and was caught in a grip of steel. Without a word
the man shook his reins and we swept into the darkness of the pass. I felt a
strange chill and a lonely feeling came over me. But a cloak was thrown over my
shoulders and a rug across my knees and the driver said, “The night is chill
and my master the Countess bade me take all care of you. There is a flask of
plum brandy underneath the seat if you should require it.”

I sipped at the alcohol as we drove on. When I struck a
match and by its flame looked at my watch, I was shocked to find we were within
a few minutes of midnight. I felt a sick feeling of suspense as the alcohol
within me ran down into my bladder. Then a dog began to howl somewhere down the
road. The sound was taken up by another dog and then another as a wild howling
began which seemed to come from all over whilst my body grew increasingly
tense.

At the first howl the horses began to strain but the driver
spoke to them soothingly and they quieted down but shivered as though after a
runaway from sudden fright. Then far off began a louder and sharper howling of
wolves which affected the horses once more as I was terrified by the noise, my
need to pee becoming ever more urgent as fear took over my body.

The driver again petted and soothed the horses until they
became manageable once more. Soon we were hemmed in with trees which arched
right over the roadway as though we passed through a tunnel. The baying of wolves
sounded nearer and nearer as though they were closing round on us from every
side. I grew dreadfully afraid until my bladder lost control and I found myself
wetting my underwear in my seat, the warm feeling of it making me feel nothing
but shame as it ran down my legs, leaving my knickers soaking wet under my
skirts.

We kept ascending and I was forced to sit in the pee
underneath me until the driver finally pulled up the horses in the courtyard of
a vast ruined castle from whose tall black windows came no ray of light and
whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

When the caleche stopped, the driver jumped down and held
out his hand to assist me to alight. I could not but notice his prodigious
strength, his hand like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had
chosen. He sniffed at the air. “Did you piss on my seats?” he asked, gripping
my hand tighter.

I was forced to nod in response and at that gesture, he
whipped me round and lifted my skirts to my waist, bending me over and raining
spanking blows upon my buttocks. The slapping sound of his hands on my cheeks
filled the air of the courtyard as I gasped for breath.

Within a minute he seemed to tire of punishing me, his hand
sliding between my legs, forcing my knees apart. I could do nothing but let him
probe his way to my pussy, feeling the wetness of my panties around my ankles
as he lowered his face to my bottom. His tongue plunged into my tight hole as
his thick fingers entered my pussy, teasing me into a wetness the like of which
I had never known. Just as I thought I would come from his ministrations, he
stood up and I heard the rustling of his clothes. A moment later a rock hard
shaft was pressed between the cheeks of my bottom, thrusting up and down before
soaking up the wetness of my pussy. I waited for him to entire me but he moved
back to my bottom and in a single motion, slammed himself into my anus.

I let out a deep groan of pleasure and pain as my nerve
endings screamed at the shock intrusion. He thrust back and forth in my bottom
as his hand again went to my pussy, probing in me with two fingers that seemed
no smaller than his cock.

The feel of him grinding into me was exquisite even as I
felt the shame of wetting myself still in my mind. He seemed to no longer care
about punishing me, instead bringing me to sobbing orgasm that tore through my
body and made him fuck me all the harder. I felt him bang his hips into my
bottom as he held himself in me and then his cock pulsated deep in my bottom. I
felt a gush of hot spunk spray out of him and fill my anus as he grunted in
relief behind me. He fired another jet of cum into me and as he withdrew from
me a final shot hit my buttocks and dripped to the floor under me.

The driver jumped back into his seat, leaving me to lower my
dress back into place as he shook the reins and was gone in an instant.

I stood in silence for I did not know what to do. Of bell or
knocker there was no sign. What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had
embarked? My bottom was filled with cum that dribbled from me as I stood there,
my panties were soaking wet and I had a long solid dildo in my pocket. Was this
a customary incident in the life of a solicitor’s clerk sent out to explain the
purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Of course just before leaving
London I got word that my examination was successful and I am now a full blown
solicitor. I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I should awake. It
all seemed like an erotic nightmare to me and I expected I might find myself at
home with my thighs coated in wetness and dawn struggling in through the
windows. But my flesh answered the pinching test and my eyes were not to be
deceived. I was indeed awake. All I could do was be patient and wait for the
coming of morning.

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step
approaching behind the great door and saw through the chinks the gleam of a
coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of
massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long
disuse and the great door swung back.

Chapter 2

Within stood a tall old woman clad in black from head to
foot without a single speck of colour about her anywhere. She held in her hand
an antique silver lamp in which the flame burned without chimney or globe,
throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open
door. The woman motioned me in with her right hand, saying in excellent English
but with a strange intonation. “Welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your
own free will!” She made no motion of stepping to meet me but stood like a
statue as though her gesture of welcome had fixed her into stone. The instant I
had stepped over the threshold, she moved forwards and held out her hand,
grasping mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect not lessened by
the fact that it seemed cold as ice, more like the hand of a dead and not
living woman.

“Welcome to my house. Enter freely. Go safely and leave
something of the happy piss you bring.”

“Countess Wetula?”

She bowed as she replied, “I am Wetula and I bid you welcome
Mrs Harker to my house. Come in, the night air is chill and you must need to
eat and rest.” As she was speaking she put the lamp on a bracket on the wall
and took my luggage, carrying it in whilst I protested.

“Nay madam. You are my guest. It is late and my people are
not available. Let me see to your comfort myself.” She insisted on carrying my
luggage along the passage, up a great winding stair and along another passage.
At the end of this she threw open a heavy door and I rejoiced to see within a
well lit room in which a table was spread for supper and on whose mighty hearth
a great fire of logs flamed and flared.

The Countess halted, putting down my bags, closed the door
and crossing the room, opened another door which led into a small room with no
windows, lit by a single lamp. She motioned me to enter and it was a welcome
sight for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log
fire. The Countess withdrew, saying before she closed the door, “You will need
after your journey to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust you will
find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room where you will
find your supper prepared.”

I looked around for a chamber pot to make use of but found
none and was forced to leave the bedroom whilst again needing to pee. I found
supper laid out and my host stood beside the fireplace, leaning against the
stonework. “Pray be seated and sup how you please. Excuse me that I do not join
you but I have dined already and I do not drink.”

I handed to her the sealed letter which Mr Hawkins had
entrusted to me. She opened it and read it then handed it to me to read also.

“I must regret that my weak bladder forbids me to travel but
I am happy to send a sufficient substitute in whom I have every confidence. She
is young woman, full of energy and talent. She is discreet and silent and ready
to attend on you and take any instructions you give in all matters.”

The Countess took the cover off a dish and I fell to on an
excellent roast chicken. This came with cheese and salad, and despite my need
to pee I enjoyed two glasses of fine old tokay. During the time I was eating
the Countess asked many questions of my journey and I told her by degrees all I
had experienced.

By the time I had finished the Countess had given me chance
to observe her physiognomy. She had a strong face with high bridge of thin nose
and ached nostrils. The mouth was fixed and cruel looking with peculiarly sharp
white teeth that protruded somewhat over the lips. For the rest her ears were
pale and extremely pointed at the tops. The general effect was one of
extraordinary pallor. Her hands were white and fine but the nails were cut to a
sharp point.

She looked out to the window as down in the valley I heard
the howling of many wolves. “Listen to them the children of the night, what
music they make. But you must be tired. Your bedroom is ready and tomorrow you
shall sleep as late as you will. I will be away until the afternoon so sleep
well and dream well.” With a courteous bow she opened the door and I entered my
bedroom. I searched again for a chamber pot but finding none, was forced to
retrieve my empty tokay goblet. I undressed, the heat of the fire making my
body swelter, sweat forming on my skin as I pressed the goblet to my pussy and
unleashed a torrent of piss. As it escaped me I couldn’t help but remember the
dildo I had been given and I reached over to retrieve it from my pocket,
sliding it up into me as I lowered the goblet, feeling a strange sensation
within me as my pee ran over my fingers.

I fucked my pussy even once I had finished peeing, not
stopping for an instant until I reached a shuddering climax, my legs almost
giving way under me as I stood by the fire. Unsure what to do with the pee
filled goblet I tossed the contents onto the fire before climbing naked into
bed and pulling the covers over me, my pussy still contracting as my orgasm
faded away. I lay down in a sea of wonders. I doubt, I fear, I think strange
things as I question what else may occur during the rest of my stay at Countess
Wetula’s castle.