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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes(Chapter nine of several)[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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Holmes looked around the engine room with an analytical gaze. The
large engines were expected, but some items were not. In
particular the odd pipes on the end walls, and the scorch marks
that adorned them. It looked for all the world as if the end wall
had be subjected to a lightning strike. Holmes walked over and
scratched at the sooty deposit with an extended digit.

"What you see are the side-effects of my experiments in high
voltage static charges. To the side of you are the results."
Burgabiter said.

Holmes turned and looked at the various sized containers, some
linked to one another by brass rods. The outside of the large
jars were covered with a thin metallic foil.

"Ah, in the Leyden jars. They store the results of your
experimentation?"

"Most astute! You obviously are well read in scientific
methodology. Excellent I shall enjoy our collaboration."

"You wish me to sponsor you?"

"I anticipate a favourable outcome to our discussions Mr Holmes."

"Gratifying, most gratifying..." Ned nodded. He then bent to read
the labels on the three largest jars.

"I see you name your experiments Professor, let me see
'Constance', 'Jane' and 'Daphne'. Why do you choose ladies
names?"

"A mere foible of mine Mr Holmes, they are my children. If we
collaborate well you may meet them one day."

Holmes fought against the wave of disgust rising in him, he
smiled.

"I would very much like to, at an appropriate time - as you
determine, Herr Professor."

Burgabiter beamed, and his enlarged ego flew.

"Then Mr Holmes you shall, but you must understand - sacrifices
must be made for science. Painful one's sometimes."

"Naturally sir, just as long as it is one with less of a shining
intellect than ourselves, why should it matter?" Holmes replied,
swallowing his bile.

"A man of my own heart, such vision is unusual in the British; in
my sad experience. But I can see the hand of the creator has
rested on your brow. As indeed it has on mine. I shall gather my
creations for your amusement, one moment Mr Holmes!"

Ned watched in seething, silent fury as the Professor scurried
away. He, Ned Holmes, would ensure that this madman faced the
authorities, he would indeed answer and atone for his sins!


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Burgabiter strode along the corridor with a spring in his step,
then he abruptly halted. The key was missing from the door!
Alphonso crept the final few steps to the doorway, once there he
swept back his hair and pressed his ear to the door. The
unmistakeable sound of a man deep in the throes of pleasure
drifted through the thick wood.

"Fred! I will personally tear you limb from limb." Alphonso
growled.

"Why?"

Alphonso jumped at the sound of the voice behind him.

"Why will you tear me limb from limb? I was doing as you asked,
and firing up the boiler..."

"If you are here, then who..." Alphonso's eyes narrowed, his mind
snapped shut like a man-trap, "Go fool, attend to the boilers. I
have more urgent work."

Alphonso gathered his thoughts, as Fred wandered away scratching
the back of his head in confusion; an unannounced visitor and a
interloper in one day. Too much of a coincidence, to neat. Life
was not neat.

His decision made Alphonso smiled evily, his right arm pumped up
and down. The repeated motion was soley designed to charge the
concealed generator. His face grew ever more stern, his pupils
mere pin-pricks, and he turned; ready to return to his unwanted
guest.

"Mr Holmes, my creations are just preparing themselves to be
presented to you. Maybe you could assist me, I have some settings
to change."

"Of course how may I help?" Ned asked.

"I need to access far into the engine, could you hold my other
hand. It would be safer that way." As he spoke Burgabiter opened
a door on the larger of the two engines; he reached in with his
left hand, leaving his right dangling freely.

Ned move forward and grasped the wavering hand. The shock he
experienced on contact hurled him across the room, and from
consciousness to insensibility.

Burgabiter straightened up, an awful smile played across his
twisted lips.

"I mis-judged you, you Holmes are an imbecile. So be it! When I
have finished with you, Mr Ned Holmes, you will be a drooling
imbecile!"

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Brighton gasped, he found it increasingly hard to resist the
maddening nibbling, sucking attention the wanton woman subjected
his organ to. Added to this, she pawed and jiggled his testicles
in a most ambrosial way. Despite his control and attempted
gentlemanly conduct, he feared for his sanity. His body seemed to
be approaching some climatic event, the result of which he dare
not consider. Desperately searching for distractions his fevered
eyes scanned the dingy room.

Unfortunately the scene they settled on only acted to enflame him
further. The madwoman had ceased pounding her lower region with
her fist, her hand was now relaxed and lay atop her other hand.
This hand was cupped around the rear of the neck of the third
inmate, while she vigorously threw her head from side-to-side.
This wild motion brought her extended tongue into rough and
repeated contact with the nether lips of the madwoman, who melwed
her approval. The lapping hussy lay face down, with her legs
akimbo. This gave Hove's incredulous eyes a perfect view of her
lustful manipulation of her normally hidden treasure cove.

He snapped his eyes shut, but the scene remained, as if burnt
into his eyelids. Every detail, from the deep coral gashes to the
liberal quantities of secerment smearing their glistening skin.
Why did these things tempt him so? What was their appeal?

A sudden change of tactic in the ministrations teasing his
manhood, sent all thoughts spinning from his mind. Daphne was
using her fluid tongue in long sweeps, skittering along the
underside of his shaft. It was all too much! He bucked and
groaned Daphne swallowed him deeply, filling her questing mouth
with his emissions.

His mind cleared.

"Did I just feel the earth move? He asked.

"No," Daphne replied in a splutter, "it is just Alphonso, he is
running another experiment. He must have trapped another unwary
soul."

"Holmes! Oh my god! Ned!"

Brighton pushed Daphne away roughly, and grabbing the key he
freed himself. His bulbous man-stalk bounced from one pounding
thigh to the other; on each bounce it deposited a large blob of
jism. Hove cared not, he cared not for his condition, he cared
not for the hussies he left in his wake. No Hove only cared for
one thing, His friend Ned. Hove ran, and as he ran he prayed. He
prayed he was not too late!


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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