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

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

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
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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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Daphne shivered, she was so tempted, but the situation was very
strange. The man had something about him, he was eloquent and
persuasive, but something made her cautious. Was it the
environment she wondered? She had never been in a building like
this one, or witnessed as many wonders in such a short period of
time. The man returned and immediately spoke. He had a strange
Germanic accent that had only added to the queerness of the day.

"Well my Lady Daphne is your mind now knowing what it wants? Will
you sponsor my important work?"

"Professor, you have been a most diligent an attentive host, but
I have grave concerns. I can not completely account for these.
However, I feel I must refuse your interesting proposal."

"Madam, please, I do understand, and I fully accept your choice."

Daphne visibly relaxed, presuming her natural fearfulness had
once again misled her. The Professor had reacted as any gentleman
should. She reached forward confidently to grasp his offered
handshake. As their hands touched a bolt of pure energy jumped
from one to the other - in a mighty resounding crack. Daphne
wobbled, and then slumped forward into the Professors waiting
arms.

"Dear Lady if your feeble mind can not reach the correct
conclusion... I Alphonso Burgabiter have the cure." Burgabiter
swung his head in a gesture of triumph, and swished his long
blond hair around his slight shoulders. With a strength that
belied his size he swept Daphne off her limp feet and transferred
her bodily to the nearby chair.

He positioned the unconscious young woman with great care, and
then clipped the restraints on each of her limbs closed.
Burgabiter turned swiftly and almost ran to the large lever
positioned in front of the closest engine. The engine coughed and
spluttered to life, with another twist of his arm the Professor
engaged the gear. His expression grew wild. The start of a new
experiment was always his most exciting moment, the second he
existed for!

Burgabiter stepped back, and watched joyfully as the whole
building shuddered. Amidst the steam and grinding the entire room
began its 180 degree rotation. Calmly the diminutive academic
reached under the left arm of his jacket and unbuckled the
device. With great care and precision he slid the static tube
generator from his wrist and placed it on the top of the
throbbing engines frame.

As the pistons located into the locks, the room completed its
grumbling rotation. Burgabiter's eyes now shone brightly; he
threw the master switch with a theatrical flourish.


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Brighton followed Scarlet's lithesome form along the narrow
corridor. He tried to keep from watching her elegant feminine
gait, but his eyes betrayed him. She was most restful to the eye.
When finally she halted he almost ran into her back,
fortunately his did not; and she never realised his excited
condition. She turned, her smile once so welcoming had
disappeared. Her tone was grave.

"Maria is within. Please despatch a courier with our draft as
soon as you return to you office's. Please under no
circumstances return with the funds yourself. Not if you value
your life." Scarlet turned the door handle and walked away. She
was silent.

Hove poked his head through the door frame to assess the
situation. His military training kicked in and he made a swift
recce. Nothing could be ascertained, for after the brightness of
the rest of the house this room lay in semi-darkness. Other
than a peculiar musky smell that was unknown to him, but oddly
enticing, he had no information. Moving slowly he entered the
room. Panic seized him, it was a trap! Desperately he fought
the swaddling cloth that held him, suddenly it parted. He was in
hell, surely this was hell.


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Daphne woke, for a moment she was unaware of her situation, but
the bright girl soon understood. "Sir, release me! This is an
outrage, I am a citizen of the British Empire - you can not
treat me in this abominable way."

"British Empire! Pish, pash, posh to your recent empire. I come
from true Imperial stock, as does your Prince Consort. Europe
is the hub that shall shape the world, not this tiny island.
Your Empire will soon pass, Prussia will rise once more."

"Sir you are a cad, how dare you insult the might of Britannia.
I shall personally see to your expulsion from our country!"
Daphne snapped.

"You have a sharp tongue madam, but you may yet change your
mind about me." Burgabiter leered.

"Sir, my opinion of you could not be lower. You can never change
my mind. Do you worst you devil." Daphne retorted.

"Oh, madam I can change you mind. I can change anybodies mind.
Look around you, see the large containers, they are storing an
enormous electrical charge.

Electricity! The very thing that powers the wonders of the human
brain is generated by those steam rams, they produce static
charge when they drag the animal fur collars across the pipes.
The containers are 'Leyden jars' they store the charge and
dissipate it through the wonders of the Tesla coil. The charge
will sweep a copy of your electrical brain activity into my
invention, which supersedes all the other technology. The
Burgalator! A fine instrument that allows me to modulate and
adjust your electrical brain activity.

Unfortunately you will remember none of this splendour. When you
awaken it will be as if none of this had happened, until I
activate the alteration to your brain pattern. Then Daphne, you
will be mine. All mine!" Alphonso cackled with glee.

"You are insane. A monster!" Daphne screamed.

"You call me a madman. Let us hope I am not, or this will
surely kill you."

Burgabiter flicked the main switch from 'store' to 'release'.
The Tesla coil bristled with electric blue sparks, which danced
in swirling patterns before arching across to the polished
brass restraint on Daphne's left wrist. Her scream split the
fizzling air and faded in time with the blue plasma glow.


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The devils writhed and moaned before him. They were joined in their odd
mating cavorting. The top devil screamed suddenly and pressed
down on the hidden head of the reclining one. Despite his
repulsion Brighton could not pull his eyes from the apex of the
blonde devil's thighs. The fleshy organ that dangled there was
being probed by the long tongue of the lowermost form. The top
devil stopped her gyrations and turned to gaze to Brighton.

"Did you enjoy the show? I would have preferred you to have
knocked first, it is customary."

Brighton worked his mouth, but no words would issue from his
lips. After a long pause he croaked one word "Scarlet!"

"Scarlet? Oh, so you are here for information. Who do you need,
me or Maria." The speaker nodded towards the gasping reclined
girl.

"That thing is Maria?" Hove gasped, his eyes wide.

"Sir..." Maria puffed, "... that is most impolite. I am not a
thing!"

"She is correct sir, please offer my sister some respect."

"Your sister. Your own sister was doing this 'thing' to you..."

"Indeed sir, we have need to practice. And the 'thing' was most
pleasant for your information. I also see it had some effect on
you sir."

Brighton glanced down to the point of concentration of the
girl's rapt stare. His member was a clearly defined large bulge
in the front of his breeches. His face coloured desperately.

"Please sir, bright pink does not match the décor of our room."
Maria giggled, and wiped some form of secretion from her face.

"I have some questions for you madam. I apologise for my
indescretions. Please can you tell me if you know of Lady Jane
Grey."

"Oh I know of Lady Jane, quite intimately as it turns out. So
does my sister Georgina. She was friendly with us both."

"Both?" Hove creased his brow, "You, you mean at once?"

Georgina laughed. "Does this shock you?"

"I'm unsure if I am capable of any more shock." Brighton blinked.

"She became insatiable, she was timid at first. But she became
a real little vixen. It was as if she was possessed." Said Maria.

"If she was possessed, it must have been that Burgabiter chap."
Replied Georgina.

"She mentioned him?" Asked Hove.

"Only everytime her passion peaked. sometimes she would ramble
on about him afterwards... Calling him her 'master'. Most odd as
she was clearly not interested in men." Maria mused.

"Thank you ladies, that information is most useful - my client
will be most pleased."

"The prehaps they should also know she intends to join him for
good. On her last visit she bade us goodbye." Confessed Georgina.

"Good lord! I must prevent that... Ladies, I must leave."

"Not in that condition you do not! We can not have rampant
gentlemen leaving the premises. We have our reputations to
consider."

"Ladies, I have no intention of using your services."

"And I assure you we have no intention of offering them. No
matter how grand - the male organ has no enticement for us! There
is however a bowl of icy water on the dresser, it may help
you... Reduce the swelling?"

Brighton regarded his enlarged organ, even covered it caused
him dismay. He crossed to the bowl. Gingerly he bathed the
offending member. At his first intake of breath he was aware of
the giggling behind him.

"Hurry sir, we feel the need for more practice. There is no
doubt it would only enflame you further..."

Bravely Brighton ignored the wet slurping behind him. He
thought of England, and wished away his raging erection.


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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