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Subject: {ASSM} An Unfortunate Event at Deddington Manor [Yotna El'toub](FF,Inc,MC,NC) pt2 
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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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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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Chapter two:

Ned took in a welcome breath of country air as he exited the
carriage. "Ah, capital, wondrous air; so different from London!"

Hove sniffed less appreciatively, "Hmm, certainly more pungent
than the City Holmes."

"The sweet scent of production Brighton, nature at its best!"
Ned beamed.

"Indeed, yes indeed," Hove relaxed, breathing a little more
shallowly than normal, "at last we are here."

"Mr Holmes! Mr Hove, welcome to my Lordships' abode."

"Ah, Johns, good to see you too my man. Tell me how are your
lovely mistresses?" Ned asked.

"Well Mr Holmes, but I am a feared of the company they keep..."
Johns drew a weary breath, "Still all will be mended now you
and Mr Hove are here."

"Company? What company do our dear ladies keep? What
distresses you?" Enquired Hove.

Before Johns could respond, a young woman shrouded in a black
cape emerged behind the venerable butler. She curtsied and
hurried away. Johns blanched, in low tones he spoke.

"My apologies, I spoke out of turn; let me get the footman for
your belongings."

"Thank you Johns, most helpful." Smiled Holmes before glancing
sideways at a disconcerted Brighton. Johns hurried away
without noticing the ladies 'kerchief that fluttered around
on the gravelled driveway. The delicate silk did not escape
Ned's gaze as easily and he stooped to pick it up. Holmes held
the fragrant cloth to his nose, the scent was familiar but for
his life he could not place it.

"Are you all right old man?" Hove queried.

"Yes indeed, our little friend was keen to get away, do you
agree? Keen and a little careless." Ned frowned.

"Just so, maybe she is a little afraid of men?"

"It could be but somehow I doubt it. Never mind, let us find our
quarters dear chap, the air has turned quite chill."

Together the two friends walked a few steps on the scrunching
gravel before disappearing into the dark entrance of Deddington
Manor.


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Ralph Findlater idly toyed with the well worn key of his Morse
machine. Today was slow and Ralph hated slow days. Just then
the door of the telegraph office swung open and a young lady
walked in from the platform.

"A'fernoon Miss, can I be of assistance?" Ralph asked in his most
cultured of accents.

"I trust so, there should be a telegram for me from Germany;
Daphne Warlock, Lady Daphne Warlock."

"Germany, well we get messages from all over the world here my
ladyship. Quite an important position I hold here."

"I have no interest in your position or messages except the
one I am expecting." Daphne tapped her foot in a very unladylike
manner.

"Of course, yes here it is. I transcribed it just a few minutes
since." Ralph twitched the paper nervously.

"I trust you did not read this communiqué?" Daphne virtually
growled.

"Never, I transcribe one letter at a time. We have very strict
rules, I assure you my ladyship."

"Good, and I would make very sure that you follow them. To the
letter."

"Naturally your confidentiality is assured." Ralph muttered
nervously.

Daphne was not listening, her bright eyes were concentrating on
the scrawled script of the overwhelmed man.

'D, I trust our experiments continue well. Make sure that the
young fool keeps his wits. He is docile but less than reliable.
Are the plans in place for the ball? We shall make fools out of
them all. Soon it will all be in our grasp. Orders will follow.
AMB.'

From where Ralph sat, her green eyes seemed to pop up over the
page; sternly they fixed on him.

"I need to reply," Daphne said quietly, she drew a writer's pad
from her handbag.

"Form... You need... Official..." Burbled Ralph.

"What are you saying you imbecile?"

"Sorry, your ladyship must use an official form." He held forth a
shaking example.

With something less than good grace Daphne snatched the form and
wrote her hurried correspondence. She dropped the paper on
Ralph's desk together with the required change.

"You should be able to make that out, if you can indeed read?"

Ralph nodded dumbly.

"Then get on with it. I have marked it urgent. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, straight away."

Imperiously Daphne swept out of the small office.

Ralph suppressed an involuntary shudder. He sat in his small
cold room for some time before transcribing the message;
urgent or not. Only his professional code stopped him from
discarding the message. Attractive or not, that was one
lady he did not like.


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Refreshed and suitably dressed, Holmes and Hove walked down the
broad marble stairwell side-by-side. In the hallway below new
arrivals were being welcomed by Johns, James and the rest of the
staff. Lady Grey had organised a small soirée to introduce 'her
saviours' to her immediate friends.

"Good lord Ned I thought this was to be a small affair. Who are
all these people?" Brighton whispered.

"It seems the Grey's social circle is a little wider than our
own. Settle down Brighton, you are as good as any man here;
better than most I would wager." Ned's warm smile did little to
make Hove feel comfortable.

However Brighton was soon in his element, surrounded by a group
of young men and women whom he regaled with stories of victories
from the past and present.

"He's quite a find," said Lady Grey, "I may invite him to all my
events in future."

"Yes, Hove tends to underestimate his abilities, he has saved me
from some escapades in the past."

"Commendable, but let us hope his skills are redundant while you
stay with us at the Manor." Lady Grey's eyes twinkled.

"I imagine so Lady Grey," Holmes chuckled, "now where is Lady
Jane? It seems an age since I have seen her."

"I expect she and her friends are still dressing, once I was
just as long in my toilette."

"I find that hard to believe, you have such natural grace."

"Why thank you Mr Holmes, what a pleasant companion you make. Now
come, I must introduce you to Lord Ponsonby."

Meanwhile elsewhere, others carried out immoral deeds. While so
doing, they considered Ned and Brighton in a less than
celebratory manner.

"We must go down soon or Mamma will suspect something."
Protested Jane.

When Daphne drew her head up from Jane's convulsing groin, her
smile was damp with love juice. "Then maybe I should be able to
introduce her to our little sect. It has been a while since I
seduced a married woman."

"You are so wicked," gasped Jane as Daphne's thirsty lips
returned to her furrow, "I actually think you would do it!"

"I would, I have..." Daphne mumbled through Jane's fleshy folds.

"Stop, there is too much mirth. Daphne, are you sure Holmes did
not see your undisguised face." Helen asked.

"I am sure, but of what concern is it? Soon none shall be able to
stand in our way." Grunted Daphne from her cramped position.

"You would do well not to underestimate Ned and Brighton..."

Daphne swung her head around savagely, leaving Jane teetering on
the edge of her satisfaction. "Ned and Brighton, those fools! We
have faced them remember; and lived to tell the tale. They are an
irrelevance."

"Please, please..." moaned Jane as she squirmed.

"Kitty, finish her off for me. I have more pressing business with
Helen," Daphne whispered an urgent aside, "I need to re-cast, she
is a strong one; the spell already weakens."

"My pleasure." Catherine answered and she crossed the room to
effect a delightful cunnilinctus on Jane's puffed pudenda. Two
forms of spell, one magical, the other sexual soon held the Grey
sisters in their thrall.


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"Mr Holmes, how good to see you once more, you will sit by me for
dinner. It would be most pleasant."

"Indeed it would Lady Jane. Are you quite well? You appear
quite flushed."

"Ah, now that must be the country air, it brings out my blushes."

"I am sure one as pure as yourself has nothing to blush over."
Quipped Ned.

"Mr Holmes, I believe you are teasing me."

Ned grinned broadly, "Mea culpa, but our dinner awaits..." Holmes
held out a hooked arm. Jane slipped her arm easily through.

Daphne watched carefully, even the thick make-up could not hide
her displeasure. She leant to her left and whispered to Lady
Catherine. "That is one relationship we must destroy, she is
attracted to the fool."

"But surely our love is enough to hold her." Muttered Kitty.

"Speak not of love to me, speak only of servitude. I do not wish
to be loved, I wish only to be obeyed."

"Yes Daphne, of course."

"Of course..." Daphne waited.

"Mistress."

Daphne nodded and strode off towards the dinning room leaving
Lady Catherine in her wake.

The evening was pleasant and gradually any concerns Ned had
receded. Fine company and fine wine worked their unique brand of
magic. Soon an exhausted Holmes made the politest of excuses and
escaped to the luxury of his four poster. Sleep came quickly
but relaxation did not. To start with, it was the old nightmares,
the too familiar stench of cordite and blood.

Then something more subtle but also more perturbing. Jane was
being abducted, carried away from him on a sea of soft hands. No
matter how he tried he could not stop her gentle kidnapping,
suddenly all pretence was gone; his Jane stood beside a grinning
Alphonso Burgabiter, the debauched professor caressed her illicit
places with abandoned pleasure.

It was too much, he launched himself his hands clawing at the
perverted academic. It was to no avail, the professor and Jane
vanished. All that remained was the madman's echoing voice. "You
still do not understand do you? I am the first, the second and
the last; your very nemesis. I, Alphonso M. Burgabiter. Fool! It
is all there for you to see - yet you are blind."

Ned unconsciously fought with his pillow, finally smashing it
hard into the right hand bedpost. The force of the impact brought
him painfully awake. He lay in the darkness as his heart
thundered in his chest. Two thoughts terrified and fascinated
him equally, one he would lose Jane and two - he loved her.
Then the teasing statement from the dream returned to taunt him.

Holmes rose and retrieved his notepad. His trembling hands spelt
out the hated name, over and over again. He knew it was there,
why could he not see it? Eventually hours later, tiredness swept
up once more to overwhelm him; Ned's nodding head finally came to
rest beside the full notepad that rested on the walnut desk.


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"Well m'dear I thought that went off splendidly, well done."

"Thank you Richard, you know your approval is important to me.
I thought Holmes and Jane made a lovely couple."

Sir Richard's bushy right eyebrow twitched and then raised,
"Couple? Surely you don't mean..." He harrumphed, "... you
approve?"

"Oh Richard it is early days yet but yes, yes I would. He is a
fine young man."

"That's as maybe, but I better take a close look at this fellows
career, by Jove!"

Elizabeth slipped her arm through Richard's. "You must learn not
to be so stuffy my dear, after all this is the 19th Century." Her
laughter tinkled in the corridor.

"Standards are standards Lizzy, they are not determined by the
time of man." Richard replied tersely.

As they passed Jane's door they became aware of a cacophony of
giggles, whoops and sighs. "Really, now this is too much, those
friends of hers ask too much. My darling Jane looks so drained
these days. Late nights are so savage on the complexion." Sighed
Elizabeth. Releasing Richard she marched towards the door,
determination in her step.

"Lizzy, I would not intervene, I'm sure this is just girlish high
spirits." Richard warned.

"Stuff and nonsense Richard. You said it yourself, standards!"

"But..."

"No buts, this ends now..." The words died on Elizabeth's lips as
soon as the door swung open. She was confronted with a scene of
pure Sapphic frenzy. Her beloved daughter's were wantonly
servicing a lewdly displayed Lady Catherine. Lady Daphne simply
observed while vigorously manipulating her lower mouth in a most
blatant act of debauchery. Mouth agape Elizabeth turned to face
the diddling woman. "You, you witch. You have brought dishonour
and perversion to my house, my family. I should see you on the
gallows for less!"

Daphne turned to face the interloper. Her head threw back in a
throaty laugh, spilling wild dark hair over her shoulders and
bosom. She said naught but merely picked up a large powder puff
from the make-up strewn dresser. Then she gave a single, breathy
puff, and sent clouds of powder billowing into Elisabeth's
indignant face. "Ah, just in time for the finale, how
interesting."

Elisabeth coughed and waved her hands to clear the fragrant fog
from around her. Then she became still, her arms held limply at
her side. She was lost, she did not know this. But Daphne did.

Indeed so did Richard, yet he could not act and dare not save
her. He stood as if in a trance himself and watched the drama
unfold. His hands reacted to the sight of his dear daughter's
moving to disrobe their mother, his palms curled into tight
fists. But then they relaxed, moved and undid the buttons of his
britches.

Like the traitorous mast on a pirate ship his member rose, it's
single eye glistening with illicit approval. His mind screamed in
torment at the outrage he must prevent but his body, his hands,
no, they marched to a different drummer. In blissful
synchronicity they tormented his turgid organ.

Through half closed eyes he watched as Helen's full lips closed
around Lizzy's firm upstanding nipple. Groaning he jettisoned
his seed liberally onto the sumptuous carpet. Daphne observed the
nobles unwanted eruption with a sly smile. Then she walked to the
threshold and closed the door.


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub September 2006
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