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       {ASSM} An Unfortunate Event at Deddington Manor ~
         A Holmes & Hove mystery story) [Yotna El'toub]
       (NC,F-Solo,FF+,magic.) Part seven of twelve.

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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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Chapter seven:

Lizzie was furious, to be dismissed for obeying the master's
wishes was just too unfair! His wishes may have been a bit odd,
but he was the master. She was mad for another reason. Nothing
she could do would lessen the tingling desire in her unruly
privates. She was no stranger to self abuse, but this was
different; no matter how often or how hard she scratched the itch
it would not cease, no matter what.

Resignedly she steered her hand out of her saturated drawers and
resumed her packing. She sighed in frustration, her heart was
heavy; yet her nipples were erect in resolute defiance of her
real mood. She paused, this really wasn't her fault; she must
have been bewitched by Bertie, but where did he gain such powers?
He had always seemed an ineffectual fop to her, yet now she
trembled at the very thought of seeing him once more.

She decided for once and for all; she would not be dismissed so
lightly, sent on her way. The young lord had done her wrong. She
would make him pay! Her eyes narrowed; no she would make the Old
fool Sir Richard pay; no doubt he would stump up a pretty penny
to keep this tale out of the public houses of the Village.
Lizzie's plan was only partly formed, to make this work she
needed more information. But where to get it? She would have to
search this old house for its secrets.

As Lizzie walked down the stairs she noticed the detective going
into Mr John's quarters. What on earth was he doing visiting a
servant? Curiosity roused she scurried down the stairs to crouch,
silent and listening at the door. As the tale unfolded her hand
slipped under her dress and reacquainted itself with the damp,
sticky folds of her pliant flesh. So engaged in self-pleasuring
was she, that she was almost caught red-handed when the
conversation abruptly ended and the two men agreed their course
of action.

Squatting with one hand deep in her pudenda Lizzie ran crab-like
and hid under the stairs. The unexpected motion was enough to
make her spend lustily once more. Fortunately the men were so
engrossed in their task that they failed to notice the barely
stifled cry. Still dizzy with desire, and gasping quickly Lizzie
followed her prey slowly, keeping to the shadows. Even through
the haze of desire, the twin hopes of ill-gained wealth and
revenge dragged her onwards.

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Ned took a step forward into the room, and then hesitated. He
believed he had prepared himself for anything. But the sight of
his beloved Jane vigorously lapping at her Mother's offered
pudenda whilst Helena returned the favour to her younger sister,
was just too much!

His faltering step cost him dearly; he received a stupefying blow
from behind him. The savage attack was dealt by Lizzie,
unintentionally and purely collaterally; she merely wanted him
out of her way. Ned toppled sideways and joined the exhausted
form of Sir Richard on the rumpled bed. Lizzie batted not an
eyelid, she just rushed into the midst of the Sapphic orgy before
her and began to wildly thrust her itchy nether regions onto the
nearest fleshy surface.

Lady Catherine was surprised by the tribadistic assault to her
naked shoulder, but delighted to find a fresh female body to
consume. In seconds her face, still thick from Helena's
spendings, replaced her wet shoulder at the headily perfumed
gusset of Lizzie's drawers. Furiously Lady Kitty ripped away the
servant girls thin dress. So doing she gained quick access to
the hard tipped, quivering mounds of flesh her hands sought.
Lizzie groaned in urgent delight and squealed her passion -
loudly enough to wake the dead.

Sir Richard stirred, and turning saw Holmes to his left on the
counterpane. Urgently the noble shook Ned awake. "For God's sake
man, get us out of here before they spend... Or we are done for,
I swear!"

Ned surveyed the gyrating mound of female pulchritude groggily,
but the urgency of Sir Richard's words fired his well honed
survival instinct. Grabbing the older man firmly by the forearm
he made for the door. He dragged the peer of the realm bodily
with him. Straining with effort and ignoring the nagging pain in
his head Ned pulled Sir Richard through the door and slammed it
to. He then slumped down beside the exhausted noble and pressed
his back hard against the door, so preventing the egress of the
savagely sexual women.

'What," Holmes drew a deep breath, "what in the name of heaven is
all this to do about Grey?"

"Nothing in heaven's name I am sure Mr Holmes, quite the reverse.
For some time I and my family have been under the influence of
evil. Pure wickedness, dealt upon us by the venomous Lady Daphne.
To my eternal shame and no doubt damnation, I was not able to
resist her or stop this - madness..."

The distraught lord broke down. He was completely unable to
continue, as he was wracked by deep sorrowful sobbing.

"Fret not Sir Richard; this is none of your doing. You are
controlled by powers either of magic, which I doubt, or science
which I suspect. I know the source of this disgusting perversion,
I thought I had neutered him; but obviously not."

"No matter, how shall we ever recover, you..." Sir Richard gasped
for breath, "... have seen the effect. We are ruined. We shall
be outcasts - fit only for the insane asylum. That shall be the
fate of the great Grey dynasty! And it is all my doing."

"Not so sir, I am resourceful as I am sure you are. Soon I shall
have more information and my friend Hove by my side. We shall
protect you all. I swear it. Ned Holmes never goes back upon his
sworn oath."

"Well sir, I admire your spunk! It maybe we can do something. But
what?"

"Firstly we lock in the ladies and wait for the passion to pass.
In the meantime we plan our attack. Once we have more information
we ready a battle plan. Are you with me?"

"By Jove! Yes I am. It is years since I have campaigned but it
seems Richard Grey sullies forth into the fray once more!" Sir
Richard raised a weak smile, "But how did you get in? That
harridan locked us in. I know, I tried the door - it was firm."

"John's came to my aid," Holmes slid the spare key from his
pocket, "without him all would have been lost."

"John's he knows?"

"Yes, I had no choice."

"Well he, like you, is a good man. A stout chap."

"Indeed, and we may need his help again before this is done I
warrant."

Holmes stood shakily and pushed the key deep into the lock, with
one twist he secured the lustful women. Leaning against each
other for support Holmes and Grey made their weary, if somewhat
slow escape.

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As the train chuffed along towards the station Brighton made
himself scarce. He wanted to observe the exit of the Madame and
her whores, without the risk of discovery. Standing in the
shadows he watched the group disembark. To his dismay his
wretched organ gave a mighty twitch at the sight of Scarlet's
well turned ankle.

She was trouble, and alas he was smitten; but he could not, would
not love such a woman. His thoughts faded as he watched a
silhouetted lady march forth to meet the loose women. His eyes
widened in recognition. "Lady Daphne Warlock" he muttered.

"What?" Asked the guard.

"Sorry, nothing I was just thinking out aloud."

"Well sir, I think you should move along. I really do not approve
of gentlemen who secrete themselves away to stare at the ladies."

"By Jupiter! You are not suggesting that I..." Hove fell silent,
something in the guard's expression told him those protestations
of innocence were worse than useless.

Brighton went to walk out towards the collection of excited
chattering women.

"No, not that way sir. Not towards the ladies." The guard eyed
him with suspicion. He held open the rear door to the
carriage. "And mark my words sir. I shall be a-watching to ensure
you do not follow them."

Brighton nodded curtly and made his way from the train. What to
do? He knew the ladies would make their way back to the Manor,
the very place he was headed! He decided to make his way to the
telegraph office and check to see if Lady Daphne had been in
secret communication with Surni. However once he got there to his
surprise and dismay he found the office shut. Hove peered through
the grimy windows trying to make out more.

"Closed sir, he's not turned up today, an' that's an odd 'un."

"An odd 'un?" Hove echoed, one eyebrow raised.

"Unusual sir." Explained the Porter, "Normal like he's like clock
work Ralph, not one day's illness in all 'is time. Reliable
that's Findlater."

"Really, then do you suppose he would mind if I visited him. He
may have an important message for me. I could check on his
wellness. If that is not too presumptuous, I mean should he be
indisposed..."

"Oh I wouldn't worry on that one sir, Ralph is dedicated. Iffen
you need a message there will be no harm in visitin'. You'll find
his house up on the Trenchard Road, just beyond the Old Farm.
Aye, up past Alfredson's old place."

"Trenchard Road you say. I am sure we came that way, when we were
in the carriage on our journey to the Manor."

"Aye you would have done sir, for there's no other route. But steer
clear o' that farm sir. 'Tis a cursed place." The Porter who had
so far seemed polite spat lustily onto the platform.

"Ah yes, well thank you for the warning and indeed your
assistance, most invaluable."

Hove bowed slightly and set off at a pace, directly away from the
Manor. The Porter wandered over to the guard "You still 'ere you
will be late."

"Just wanted to see where that scoundrel was a-heading. He be a
wrong 'un."

"Seemed fair enough to me."

"Tsk, porters, what do they know!" The guard sneered, whistled,
and waved the flag. The London express chugged away. The porter
just shook his head and shrugged in puzzlement.

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Ralph stirred, and then he abruptly sat up looking feverishly from
side-to-side. He sighed, slumping down - he was alone, which was
some relief. But it had not all just been a bad dream. He was
here, trapped in the Alfredson's old place by a collection of
lunatics and some ghastly monstrous thing. Ralph cursed softly,
if only he had not had a liking for the writing of Mary Shelley.
For his imagination was now only too fertile.

Looking up he regarded the barred window, it looked mighty
secure. An unearthly howl arose from elsewhere in the farm,
cautiously Ralph looked around for its source. He could not find
it, but his fearful eyes encountered the deep claw marks on the
walls. He shuddered; something very wild had been in here. His
blood ran cold; maybe something that could cleave a sheepdog
virtually in two? Another howl rent the air of the farmhouse and
seconds later Ralph began to furiously tug at the bars.

He looked at the frame he held in his hand with amazement.
Clearly he did not know his own strength; he had pulled the bars
clean out of the window! Ralph did not hesitate, a moment later
he was gone, through the window and hurtling across the grass
towards the Trenchard Road.

Behind him he heard the sound of splintering wood and he glanced
back towards the cell he had just escaped from. Something very
bulky moved within it. Ralph found he could run much faster, in
fact faster than he had ever thought possible. His feet crunched
on the gravel at the edge of the Trenchard Road. All too late he
saw the shadow heading toward him. He slammed into it with a
sickening thud. All became darkness. Total darkness

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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub November 2006
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