Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (19 page)

“But then you mean…?”

“That is right. I am the one who wishes to marry you and
after today I will agree to do so on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You bring Hetty with you.”

I thought about Hetty’s kisses, the taste of her pussy, her
bottom when she bent over. Then I thought of the doctor’s cock in my mouth, the
feel of his liquid still dribbling from my aching hole. “I agree,” I said at
last.

“Excellent. Now if you’d both like to dress I shall inform
your mother of the outcome of my examination.”

He waited until we were behind the screen before unlocking
the door and stepping outside, the door closing behind him.

“Hetty?” I began as she set to work dressing me. “Have you
always felt this way about me?”

“Yes mistress,” she said, planting a soft kiss on my pussy,
her tongue delving over my clit.

“Why on earth didn’t you say anything?”

“It wouldn’t have been proper mistress. I am your servant
after all.”

“Well,” I smiled. “Does that mean you have to do everything
I say?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Then get your fingers inside me this instant.”

Show Me

Chapter 1

Audrey could hardly believe what she
was hearing. “You want me to go undercover? I’m an apprentice journalist, not a
detective.”

Around her the sound of the office seemed to die away.
Typewriters that had been clattering so loudly she could barely hear herself
think became a muted hum. Her mind was filled with one thought. I knew this
would happen.

Audrey had always considered herself something of a trail
blazer. As a young child she’d devoured the serial stories depicting
adventurers conquering the wilds of America, a world away from smog choked
London. The magazines had been snatched away as had her childhood when her
father had run up gambling debts and finished his days in the debtor’s prison
in York. Her mother had taken the four children down to London, hoping to find
work there and to perhaps also run away from the family creditors. Only Audrey
had survived to adulthood and by then her mother had been four years in an
unmarked pauper’s grave.

When the position had appeared in the Gazette Audrey almost
missed it. She’d been evicted that very morning and with the last of her
possessions under her arm she’d stumbled out into the street just as a passing
banker tossed his newspaper into the gutter. Gathering it up in the hope of
perhaps selling it on for a penny, Audrey glanced at the open page, situations
vacant in two columns. Halfway down the second column lay her future hopes in
one simple paragraph.

‘Apprentice journalist required for immediate start. Acting
experience preferred and must never say no.’

She headed for the office of The Herald, her optimism
falling as she saw the long line of applicants leaning against the outside
wall, smoking and talking amongst themselves, not a woman to be seen. She drew
several glances and whispered words as she joined the back of the queue. It was
an hour before she reached the door and another quarter before she was admitted
into the editor’s office. He had his back to her, looking through his window
into the vast open space beyond, desks lined in four rows, typewriter at each,
journalists feverishly working, again not a woman to be seen.

“Why do you want to work here?” the editor asked, still
looking out at the floor. Before she could answer, he’d pushed open a window
and leaned his head out. “Jenkins, get your hat! I’ve warned you twice about
loafing. Out!”

He slammed the window shut and spun round, almost falling
backwards as he saw Audrey. “You, you’re a woman!”

“That’s right sir but keen as mustard nonetheless.”

“Is this a joke? Did my secretary put you up to this?”

“No sir. I’m here to apply for the journalist position.”

“Right, well…” He lapsed into silence as he sat at his desk,
fingers pressed together in front of his face as he leaned on his elbows.
“We’ve never employed a woman before,” he muttered at last, more to himself
than to Audrey.

“It is the 19
^th
century sir. We do have a woman
in charge of the country and the empire after all.”

“I suppose we do. Well, have you much acting experience?”

“I have performed in a number of plays,” Audrey lied. “But
would you mind explaining why that’s relevant to this post?”

“All in good time,” he waved her question away with his
hand. “How far would you go for a story?”

“How far sir?”

“Say you had to commit a crime to gain the trust of an
informant, or kiss a married man perhaps, strike a child? Could you do those things?”

“I don’t rightly know sir.”

The editor burst out in a roar of laughter. “Do you know,”
he said when he’d recovered, still wiping his eyes, “I’ve interviewed twenty
seven young men this morning, twenty seven. Every single one told me without
blinking that they would strike a child to gain a story. What is wrong with the
world? I’m all for impressing your employer but we’re not monsters here. You
are the first person who has been honest with me instead of merely telling me
what you think I want to hear.”

“Thank you sir.”

He began rifling through a pile of folders on his desk.
“Ah,” he said, settling on one and drawing it out, “here we are. I’ve been
trying to find someone to get me the story on this fellow and so far nothing. I
think you might be perfect.”

Audrey sat up straight, a smile forming on her lips. “You
mean I’ve gained the position?”

“Hold on,” he replied, tapping the folder. “Not yet.
Consider this a trial. Complete this assignment and you’ll be the first woman
on the reporting staff of the Herald.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I want you to go undercover.”

“You want me to go undercover? I’m a trainee journalist, not
a detective.”

The editor slid the file across the desk towards her. “Take
a look.”

She turned to the first page. A portrait photograph of a
handsome man stared back at her. He was in his late thirties or early forties,
a prominent frown on his brow as if he were irritated by the photographer.
Strong jaw, trimmed beard, cravat just nudging into shot. Turning the page, she
saw a business card glued into place in the centre of the paper.

Vitality. We take you back to move you forward

“What’s Vitality?” Audrey asked.

“No one knows. That’s the point. I want you to go
undercover, gain his trust, find out what goes on behind the doors of 71 Canal
Street and bring me back a story.”

“How do I do that?”

“You said you’ve acting experience. Act.”

Chapter 2

With a Vitality business card in her pocket and few clues to
go on, Audrey made her way towards Canal Street. The editor had taken her
through the remaining few pages of the file. It hadn’t taken long. Vitality was
a whispered word amongst the gentry of town and country. Many had heard of it,
few knew what it did, even fewer were willing to talk. If there was a black sheep
in a noble family, a gambler, a whorer, a cheat, send them the way of Vitality,
leave them in the care of the man with no name, and await their return
revitalised, cured, wholesome and good once more. The main clause of the
treatment was that nobody must ever know what took place at 71 Canal Street.

Audrey reached 69 and stopped, glancing up and down the
road. It was a nondescript part of the city, a row of terraced houses along one
side and a few detached in their own grounds on the other. A man in a suit was
climbing into a hansom cab outside 69 as Audrey approached him. “Excuse me
sir?”

“Yes, what is it?” he replied impatiently.

“Your neighbour sir, I believe I found his wallet and wish
to return it. Do you know if he’s presently at home?”

“Found his wallet did you? Where is it then?”

Audrey stumbled over her words as the man let out a
mirthless laugh. “On driver!” The hansom rolled away down the street.

She kicked herself as she walked towards 71. You’ll need
better acting skills than that to keep this post, she thought. Quick on your
feet, quick on your feet. She stopped by a huge pair of wrought iron gates with
no discernible method of entry. Looking through she observed a long gravel
drive leading to a white stone squat house with tall but shuttered windows and
no sign of life anywhere. The grass was strewn with leaves, an occasional weed
poking up into the air. Might as well try the gate, she thought.

To her surprise when she turned the handle, the left hand
gate swung open silently on well-oiled hinges. Closing it behind her, she
walked up the few steps to the door and yanked the bell pull. An echoing ring
resounded within.

Half a minute passed before the door opened and an ancient
butler loomed over her. “Yes?”

“Hello. I have a card from Vitality. I believe I have the
correct location, do I not?”

“Have you an appointment miss?”

“Yes, of course. Who’d be foolish enough to come here
without an appointment?”

The butler raised his bushy white eyebrows. “Indeed miss.
Your name?”

“Rebecca Yates.” That’s better, she thought. Quick on your
feet, quick on your feet.

“Step inside Miss Yates and I’ll send for the master.”

Audrey followed the butler through a thickly carpeted hall
into a parlour where he left her. Sitting in a leather armchair, she looked
around her. There were signs of great wealth here but also indications of
incongruity. The top shelves of books all spoke of obscene practices for one
thing, enough to make Audrey blush just to look at them.

The decorum of threesomes, etiquette for the modern
practitioner.

Becoming an aficionado of posterior entry.

Semen and its many uses.

Nappy folding for adults.

The female orgasm. Myth or obvious reality?

By the window was a small table topped by a silver tray. Several
baby bottles were lined up neatly on the tray and on the floor beside that was
a selection of wooden blocks and cylinders. Were there children in a house like
this? Where was the noise? The life? Everything about this place spoke of
bachelorhood, there was no woman’s touch evident anywhere as could be seen by
the rumpled nature of the curtains and the creases in the rug by the unswept
fireplace.

The minutes on the grandfather clock in the corner ticked
away but there was no other sound and Audrey began to grow nervous. To distract
herself she pulled a book from the shelf beside her and began to flick through
the pages, stopping at random to read.

‘Though there are some who would still doubt the methods I
have espoused thus far, to them I can only reply that they must judge me by my
results. The most detailed examinations of my patients have been carried out in
the utmost secrecy and the outcomes have been universally positive. Despite
this, the establishment seek to denigrate my techniques and smear my character
with imprecations as to both my medical expertise and also my personal life. As
such, I would recommend any physician who seeks to make use of the methods
mentioned in previous chapters maintain a level of secrecy and confidentiality
so they do not also have to suffer the slings and arrows of the jealous and
ignorant. New medicines have always struggled to overcome suspicion, new
treatments are shunned, as if the very notion of the new were enough to suggest
inferiority. If they had their way we’d no doubt still be making use of leeches
and bleeding fleams instead of electricity, science and my new technique of…”

As Audrey went to turn the page she felt a shadow over her
and looked up to see the man from the editor’s photo glaring down at her.
“Making good use of my library are you?” he snarled.

“Excuse me good sir, I beg your forgiveness,” she replied,
scrambling to her feet and offering him a curtsey.

“I have no record of an appointment for this week. Who sent
you? Was it the Gazette? The Herald? The London Time and Press? Come on, out
with it.”

“None of those sir. My parents were given your card by a
satisfied client in return for a promise of anonymity. It was suggested I come
here to overcome my childhood fears although I must confess I am in the dark as
to your methods.”

“Your parents? Your name is Yates is it not? I do not think
I know of them.”

“Yates is an affected surname sir. They would prefer not to
have it discovered that one of their children suffers in such a way as I do.”

“I see. Well Miss Yates if I am to treat you I must have
your real first name at least.”

“Rebecca sir.”

His face turned purple. “Liar! Do you think I cannot detect
falsehood when it stares me in the face? Either you give me your true Christian
name this instant or you leave this house and never return.”

“Audrey sir. My real name is Audrey.”

His glare lessened although he continued to frown. “That’s
better. Now Audrey you will follow me.” He walked out of the parlour and up a
flight of stairs, along another long hallway before unlocking a door and
twisting the handle, stepping aside to let her pass through. “Into here Audrey,
and we will begin your treatment.”

Chapter 3

“There must be some mistake,” Audrey said, looking around at
a fully equipped nursery.

“Problem?”

“What is this place?”

“Have you never seen a nursery before? Over here is your
cot. Down there is where you will be changed twice daily. The feeding station
is by the fireplace which is hot so you must not touch it. In those drawers are
a selection of toys which you may make use of if you perform well during the
treatment period.”

Audrey was already formulating the story in her head ready
for the editor. Shocking secret treatment, exposé of Vitality inside by star
reporter Audrey Winfield.

“What kind of treatment is this?” she asked as she walked
slowly around the nursery, trying the drawers but finding them locked.

“A most efficacious one I think you’ll find. I’ve yet to
have a single failure. Now we shall begin with the medical examination to ensure
you are ready. Through that door.”

Audrey bristled at his lack of manners but at the back of
her mind was the thought of being homeless and jobless, and so she allowed
herself to be ordered about at least for now. She followed him into a
whitewashed room containing wooden table and cabinet and little else. “Strip,”
the man said.

“Excuse me? I don’t even know your name and if you think for
one minute I’m…”

He grabbed her arm, pain flaring as he tightened his grip.
“I’m not locking you in here. There’s no torture, no imprisonment. You can
leave at any time but if you stay, you do as I say. I need to examine you and
prepare you. You need to show me you are ready for this. Think of it as your
upcoming birth for you are currently not of this world and I am about to bring
you into it.”

“You’re hurting me,” Audrey whined.

“You’re hurting yourself and your parents no doubt with
these imagined fears and phobias of yours. Strip or leave. You choose.”

He folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

Every instinct inside Audrey was telling her to leave but
then where would she go? What would she do? Her body had never been revealed to
a man before but if not him, would she end up a common whore stripping for all
and sundry to stay alive? At least there would be a joyful conclusion to this
trauma as she would have a secure position at the paper if she successfully
completed this assignment. Still, she found it impossible to agree to remove
her clothing before his staring eyes.

“I can wait no longer,” the man snapped, striding over to
her. He pulled off her jacket, buttons flying left and right. Tossing it aside
he spun her round, ripping her top apart to get to her corset, her only one,
not that she would be willing to admit that. He untied the bonds holding it in
place before sighing. “Too slow,” he muttered, reaching into the cabinet and
drawing out something Audrey could not see. A moment later he had sliced
through the remaining bonds and her corset slackened, leaving her body tingling
as it fell away. Her hands flew to her breasts, folding her arms across them
although he hardly noticed. Moving on to her skirt, he sliced through that,
great rending tears that made Audrey weep to think he last outfit in the world
was being destroyed in such a wanton manner. When he reached her Crinoline, he
lifted it over her head, his hand brushing up her back and making her shiver at
the contact. He yanked down her knickers and if he was surprised to see she
wore no stockings, he did not mention it.

Audrey placed one hand across her pussy, the other covering
her breasts as her cheeks bloomed pink, then red, and finally almost purple as
he forced off her shoes before stepping back and twisting her shoulders so she
faced him. “There,” he said, “that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“My clothes sir!”

“You will not need them for some time. Once the examination
is finished, I will provide you with your first outfit for your stay. Onto the
table please.”

Audrey shuffled over, feeling his eyes on her as she climbed
up and lay on her back, continuing to protect her modesty as best she could.

“Arms by your sides please.”

“Sir I must protest at this in the strongest terms.”

“You can protest all you like but if you will not move your
arms I must make use of these.” He reached under the table and pulled out a
leather strap which ended in a buckle. He tied it around Audrey’s left ankle
whilst she continued to complain about her treatment. Her other ankle was soon
bound in a similar fashion.

“Remember you need only say the world and the front door
will open for you to leave any time you wish,” he said as he grabbed her right
arm and forced it to the top corner of the table, tying it to another leather
strap. “Do you wish to leave?”

“No,” she said. “It is only…”

“Only what?”

“No eyes but mine have ever seen my naked body before this
day.”

“I care not for your modesty. I care for science and to make
you well. Do not concern yourself with shyness. Think of this room as the womb
which protects you and these bonds as merely aids to ensure you do not fall and
injure yourself when the measuring begins.”

“Measuring?”

He glanced down at her exposed pussy before grabbing her
left arm and tearing it away from her breasts, tying it neatly in place as her
nipples puckered in the cool air of the examination room. “I must have the
right measurements for the clothing may need taking in.” He cupped her right
breast in his hand and weighed it slowly. “Or taking out at the chest in your
case. You are quite the buxom patient.”

Audrey could only stare up at him as he reached into the
cabinet and brought out a tape measure. He began with her ankles, taking note
of the length shown before sliding the tape from her ankle up the inside of her
thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. “Long legs,” he muttered as he noted
down the measurement.

He repeated the movement up her other leg and this time
Audrey could have sworn his fingers lightly brushed over the edge of her pussy
but the motion was too quick for her to be sure and his facial expression did
not change even for a moment. He moved over her hips with the tape before
measuring each breast and nipple, seemingly oblivious to her protests or her
breathing which grew heavier as her nipples grew harder. “I must check your
starting arousal levels,” he said as he put the tape measure away and pulled
out a long brass cylinder with a winding handle in the base and a rounded end
at the top.

“What on earth is that?”

“The latest thing for hysteria, lethargy and treatment such
as Vitality. Allow me to wind it a moment and you shall learn all about it I
assure you.”

He turned the handle twice round on the base before pulling
it free and setting it aside. The sound of an angry hive of bees filled the air
and Audrey panicked for a moment before realising it was coming from the
device. The man stepped towards her and stood by her hips, leaning down towards
her pussy until he was so close she could feel his breath on her skin. “What
are you going to do?” she whispered.

“This,” he replied, pressing the tip of the device to her
pussy.

Audrey let out a loud gasp of surprise as the device
vibrated against the very top of her pussy, the motions strong enough to spread
into and across her skin, making her tingle as she began to pant heavily.
“Please stop it,” she gasped.

“Very well,” he replied, lifting it from her. “Do you wish
to leave after all?”

“No, no. Put it back. Oh for god’s sake put it back.”

“Good girl,” he said, a smile flickering across her lips as
he pressed it to her aching pussy. “That’s your clitoris it’s on, did you know
that?”

“No sir.”

“It is the core of your being, the centre of your soul in my
humble opinion. In a short while your rebirth will begin.”

“What do you mean?” she gasped.

“Hold off with your questions and allow me to complete this
initial test.” He began to manoeuvre the device in tiny circles whilst Audrey
craned her neck upwards to observe, her body beginning to heat up beyond
belief. She tugged at the bonds holding her in place, trying her best to bring
the tip of the device to bear on the tiny point on her body which cried out for
attention out of nowhere. She felt her thighs become sticky as it slid in
continual little motions around her core, making her breathing ever more
ragged.

“Relax,” whispered the man. “Allow yourself to let go of the
tension inside you. It will be worth it, I promise, you will be reborn
shortly.”

His voice was soothing and Audrey felt the stress of what
was happening ease as the delightful pressure inside her moved towards her
pussy. It kept building until she felt she might burst. “Oh my goodness,” she
gasped. “What’s happening to me?” As she spoke her hips seemed to rise into the
air of their own accord, her pussy lips trembling and a deep longing for
something to slide inside her filled her mind. She tried to will the device
towards her hole but the man ignored her silent wishes, continuing instead to
circle her clit ever faster until she clenched her fists and her toes and let
out an ear piercing scream. Her whole being seemed to light up as a tidal wave
of sheer bliss washed from her pussy across her body, over her legs, her arms,
her chest, even her lips tingling with pleasure, her eyes closing as she began
to shake in place, slamming back down into the table as a second wave of
pleasure spread through her.

“Oh my,” she breathed, her chest heaving, her muscles ached
from being tensed up for so many seconds at a time. “What was that?”

“That was your rebirth, your first ever orgasm. Now you are
ready to grow into the person you could and should be.”