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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes (Chapter four)[Yotna El'toub]

                (SF[Steampunk],FF,MF,MC, caution)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

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Jane examined the contents of her comfortable bedroom
through sad eyes. Who knew whence she would next stand here; if
ever. Her hand stroked the soft counterpane and rose to caress
the brass ball at the top of the bedstead. She sighed, it was
time to forget these childish things, time to move on. She at
last knew what it meant to be an adult, the wonder of her own
sensual nature had unfolded to show her the 'secret' that her
stuffy upbringing had denied her.

She was a woman thanks to the kindly Professor, and she would
repay his tutelage. She would join her mentor and assist him in
whatever way she could in his vital work. Her attachment to him
may be purely platonic, rather than the urgent sensuality she
felt towards her own sex, but that made it no less strong. In
fact she now realised that Professor Burgabiter was her one true
master, and that it would take her a life time to repay her debt
to him.

All things considered she had no idea why the casting off of
her 'old life' should cause her so much distress, but it did.
She lifted her eyes from the bed and noticed her reflection in
the vanity mirror, her reflection pleased her. She swayed a
little from side to side and watched intensely as her now
unfettered breasts swayed beneath her blouse. The sight was
appealing, and reminded her of her new found appreciation of the
female form. Indolently she cupped her left breast in her right
hand, causing the silk blouse to play seductive games with her
sensitive bud. Her nipple stiffened in recognition of what was to
follow.

Sighing quietly, Jane flicked her eyes towards the ticking
mantle clock. It confirmed what she had hoped, she had enough
time to pleasure herself before leaving for the railway station.
Her unsteady legs guided her to the bed, each step a delight as
her increasing dampness facilitated a most soothing rub from
her silken draws.

She sat on the edge of the once treasured counterpane, before
sinking backwards into the softness of her mattress. In a
marvellous synchronicity her delicate fingers sank into the folds
of her silk encased quim. Her other hand was busy tracing a
perfect circle around the fully erect nub that tipped her soft
left breast. How could something this beautiful have remained a
secret to her for so long she wondered idly?

Emboldened the fingers of her left hand stole beneath the gusset
of her draws and swept the seeping fluid along the ridged lips of
her hungry pudenda. Jane bucked softly against the sensations her
body emitted, just as she had against the strange light the
Professor had introduced her to. The light that now shone
brightly in her lustful mind.

All too soon the feelings became overwhelming and her urgent
forefinger sought the spot that would bring on her pleasure.
Skilfully her digit probed the small protuberance, bringing small
mewling sighs to her trembling lips. Then it was upon her, the
light in her mind burst into a thousand stars and she shuddered
to her peak, not once but twice. Her eyes opened in recognition
of this new development; how delightful. If only she had more
time, she would have explore this revelation further. As it
turned out she had been a little too tardy. A polite knock
sounded at the door.

"Lady Jane, are you quite ready? We should depart if you wish
to make the four-fifteen."

"Yes indeed James, I am coming..." she replied breathlessly, "
just give me one second."

"Fine madam, I will await your pleasure in the carriage."

Jane smiled to herself as the cabbie's footsteps receded. James,
little do you know, but you have already awaited my pleasure, she
thought devilishly.

The journey to Paddington was uneventful, and soon the carriage
stopped before the smoke enshrined building. As Jane left the
carriage her heart strings plucked once more.

"James, I shall miss you. You have been a faithful servant. I
want you to know I appreciate that, very much."

"Thank you madam you are most kind, but you speak as if you
will be away for some time? I thought it was just a routine
weekend visit to his lordship?"

"Of course it is, trust me to get maudlin over nothing.
Farewell James."

"Farewell Lady Jane."

Jane had walked but a few steps when she heard a polite cough
behind her, she looked back at her driver."

"Begging your pardon madam, but which train should I meet on
Monday?"

"Oh, the usual one." Jane replied.

"Indeed, just checking Lady Jane. You are sure?"

"Yes, entirely sure James. Now goodbye."

"Rather than au revoir?"

"Do not be impertinent James!"

"Sorry madam, I stand corrected."

Jane felt his steady gaze on her as she walked to the crowded
station. She did not look back.


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Brighton cradled the scrawled note in his slightly tender right
hand. He still found it hard to believe that he had paid a pound
sterling to his unkempt informant, the greed of these people was
intolerable. No doubt the fool would soon be inebriated under
one of the unsavoury tables in the White Swan. Why were the poor
so lacking in moral fibre? He pondered this for a while, but he
could find no answer to the conundrum, finally he sighed and
stopped walking.

He stood gazing at the apparently normal house, he had expected
something more, something sinister. It was not, but he knew that
once he crossed that threshold he entered a world foreign to his
own. Grimacing Hove repressed a shudder and walked towards the
apparently innocent door. He knocked stoutly, and gathered his
moral fibre. The woman who appear surprised him, she was well
dressed, elegant and to his amazement polite.

"Yes sir, how may I assist you?"

"I fear that I may have the wrong address..." Brighton stuttered.

"You may well, we do not have many male visitors."

"I wondered if Mistress Joan was available?"

"The mistress, well as it happens, she is. Can I tell her who is
calling?"

"I am Brighton Hove."

"Indeed, as in the seaside town?" The woman gave an attractive
smile.

"Yes, I am afraid so, my parents were quite smitten by Sussex."
Brighton relaxed, a little.

"Please come in Mr Hove, can I ask you to wait in the receiving
room. Mistress will be here to attend you shortly."

"My thanks, Miss?"

"Scarlet, my friends call me Scarlet."

"I am obliged, Miss Scarlet."

Brighton settled on a sumptuous chaise-lounge and waited
patiently. Sooner than he thought he was rewarded. An austere
middle aged woman entered the room.

"Mr Hove, how can I and my establishment serve you?"

"I am here on behalf of a Lady..." Brighton's introduction was
cut short.

"I expected as much, it is usually the case." The stern face
cracked into a warmer smile.

"I am correct in thinking that ladies can... Well let me
see..." Hove stumbled over his words.

"That ladies may be pleasured here, by sympathetic ladies such
as themselves? There is no need for embarrassment Mr Hove. Yes
you are correct."

"Embarrassment, why no." Mumbled a red faced Brighton.

"You know of a Lady who requires our... Touch?"

"No not exactly, I need to enquire of a lady who may have used
your services."

"I'm sorry we offer our client complete confidentially, I am
sure you will understand."

"Oh indubitably, absolutely... I can pay for the information."

"How very vulgar! I could not countenance such a thing." The
smile was banished.

"I'm sorry, but my client is quite desperate."

"Husbands often are in my experience."

"My client is a woman, rather a lady. Lady Helena Grey."

"Jane's sister, how amusing."

"So you know Lady Jane Grey."

"Mr Hove, I know many people. I am quite well connected."

"But she has visited here?"

"I can not comment, but Maria maybe able to help you further."

"Excellent! Can I meet Maria?"

"It is possible. Maria's rates for gentlemen are rather high."

"I do not want her services madam, just to talk with her."

"It amounts to the same thing, of course I can not guarantee
you that Maria will have the information you require."

"I see. What are Maria's rates for gentlemen?"

"Twenty-five pounds per hour, or part thereof."

"That is extortionate!" Hove gasped.

"Keeping my girl's in comfort is an expensive business Mr Hove."

"I'm sure... But I don't need her for an hour, I'm sure five
minutes would suffice."

"That is entirely up to you Mr Hove, her rate is non
negotiable. Now do you wish to talk with Maria, or not. My time
is valuable."

"Valuable? It is priceless..." muttered Brighton to himself.

"I'm sorry I did not catch that, was that your agreement?"

"Yes, absolutely, I must talk with the girl. Do you want
payment now?"

"Mr Hove, we are not savages. Your word will suffice. Scarlet
will show you the way shortly. I bid you goodbye Mr Hove, as I
will not be seeing you at our establishment again."

"But, I may have further questions."

"It matters not, you will never return. To fail me in this
respect, would be most unfortunate." The steel that shone in
Mistress Joan's eyes was unmistakable.

"I will just wait for Miss Scarlet then..." Brighton said,
apologetically.

Mistress Joan rose and left without a word.


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To be continued...


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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