Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (46 page)

12 May – Let me begin with facts of which there can be no
doubt. Last evening the Countess asked me questions on legal matters. She asked
if a woman might have two or more solicitors. I told her she might have a dozen
but it would be wise to have only one in each transaction as only one could act
at a time. She seemed to understand, asking if one could attend banking and
another shipping in case local help were needed far from the banking help. I
asked her to explain.

“Let me say you are at Exeter which is far from London. Now
suppose I was to ship goods to Newcastle or Durham might I not have a solicitor
in each port? Could I be at liberty to direct myself?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” She went on to ask about how to make consignments
before asking if I had written home yet. I replied that I had not as I had no
way of sending letters.

“Then write to your friend and say you shall stay on with me
another month.”

“Do you wish me to stay so long?”

“I desire it much and will take no refusal.”

What could I do but accept? She handed me three sheets of
notepaper and three envelopes. When I had written my letters I sat and read
whilst the Countess wrote several notes. Then she took up mine and placed them
with her own on the table before leaving. As soon as she was gone I looked at
her letters. One was addressed to Samuel Billington in Whitby, another to Herr
Leutner, the third to Coutts and Co and the fourth to Herren Klopstock and Billreuth
in Budapest. I was about to read the contents when I saw the door handle move.
I was back in my seat when the Countess entered, taking up the letters and
stamping them carefully.

“I trust you will forgive but I have much to do in private
this evening. Let me advise you thought that you should not go to masturbate in
any other part of the castle. It is old and causes bad experiences to those who
wank unwisely. Be warned that if arousal should overcome you, you should hasten
to your own chamber or to here for your climax to be safe.”

Later – I endorse the last words written but I have no fear
of masturbating elsewhere in the castle. I have the dildo in my bed with me and
there it shall remain.

When he left I went to my room and then out to the stair to
look out to the south. As I glanced out of the window I caught sight of
movement a storey below me. I imagined it was the Countess’s own room. As I
looked I saw her head come from her window and then she climbed out and began
to crawl down the castle wall with her cloak around her like great wings. At
first I could not believe my eyes but there was no delusion. What manner of
woman is this?

15 May – I have once again seen the Countess leave in her
lizard fashion. She vanished into some hole lower down but I could not access
any rooms in that area of the castle until a door older than any I had seen
gave way and let me enter a chamber filled with ancient furniture. I sat here
to write when I felt horny. The Countess’s warning came into my mind but I took
pleasure in disobeying it. I drew out a great couch and lay upon it, uncaring
for the dust under me as I composed myself for orgasm. I closed my eyes and
lifted my dress, squeezing my thighs together as a need to pee grew within me.
The desperation aroused me more than I thought possible and I fought not to wet
myself as I grew closer to an orgasm without yet having touched myself.

I achieved a climax just from my urgent need to pee and the
pleasure in my brain made me sleepy and I seemed to drift away, coming to and
finding three young naked women opposite me. Two were dark and the other was
fair. All three had brilliant white teeth. I felt in my heart a burning desire
that they should kiss me with those red lips and let me urinate over them. They
whispered and laughed together as the two dark haired girls urged on the fair
haired one.

“Go on! You are first and we shall follow. Yours is the
right to begin.”

“She is young and strong. There are pisses for us all.”

I lay quiet as the fair girl advanced. She went on her knees
and bent towards me, licking her lips like an animal. Her lips went to my pussy
and seemed to fasten onto it. I heard the churning sound of her tongue as she
licked her lips again, her hot breath on my clit. The skin of my pussy began to
tingle and I felt the touch of her lips on the super sensitive skin of my clit.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and waited with beating heart, feeling a drop of
piss escape me.

At that instant another sensation swept through me and I was
conscious of the presence of the Countess. She was furious, grabbing the
slender neck of the fair woman, her eyes blazing. “How dare you drink from her
any of you when I had forbidden it? Back all of you! This woman belongs to me.”

The fair girl laughed. “You never loved.” The other women
laughed also and it seemed as the mirthless pleasure of fiends. The Countess
turned to me and said, “Yes I can love. I promise you that when I am done with
her, you shall drink her piss at your will. Now go!”

“Are we to have nothing tonight,” said one of them.

For answer he threw a bag on the floor which moved as though
there were some living thing in it. One of the women opened the bag and a naked
woman emerged, squirming and wriggling and clearly in need of urinating. The
three women opened their mouths as the woman as if in a daze pissed into one
mouth after another. A dizziness overcame me and I sank into unconsciousness.

I awoke in my own bed. If I had not dreamed the Countess
must have carried me here. My clothes were folded in a way which was not my
habit. My watch was unwound. If the Countess carried me here and undressed me,
she must have hurried for she did not find this diary or my dildo or I am sure
she would have taken and destroyed both. As I look around this room it is a
sanctuary now for out there are those awful women who are waiting to drink my
pee.

 18 May – I have been down to look at that room again
but the doorway has been forced against the jamb and the door fastened from the
inside. I fear it was no dream and I must act on this.

19 May – Last night the Countess asked me to write three
letters. One saying that my work was nearly done and I should start home soon,
another that I was starting that morning and the last that I had left the
castle and arrived at Pissritz. I would fain have rebelled but knew it would be
madness to quarrel openly with the Countess. I asked when I should date the
letters.

“The first should be June 12, the second June 19 and the
third June 29.”

I know now the span of my life.

28 May – There is a chance of escape or at least of being
able to send word home. A band of gipsies are encamped in the courtyard. I
shall write letters home and try to get them posted.

I have written the letters, Mina’s in shorthand and Mr
Hawkins to ask him to speak to her. To her I have explained my situation. I
have given the letters with a gold piece and the man pressed them to his heart
and made gesture that it was not payment enough. Given his ability to mime I was
able to ascertain that he was desirous of seeing me masturbate and piss for
him.

Reluctantly I stood at the window with my clothes laid on
the bed beside me. As they watched I ran my hands over my body, finding their
stares turning me on far more than I had expected. My pussy became damp as my
need to pee grew stronger. I thrust my body forwards and let fly the entirety
of the urine in my body which hit the man below me square in the face. He
lapped at the golden fluid as I ran my fingers through the flow, enjoying the
heat upon my chill hand.

I took my dildo and thrust it into me whilst still peeing,
turning away and pointing my bottom out of the window at the men below. I
spread my cheeks apart and nudged the dildo into my hole, gasping at the
stretching sensation whilst the last drops of pee ran down my legs. Moving my
free hand to my clit, I rubbed frantically at it whilst fucking my arse as hard
as I could manage, bringing myself to a screaming orgasm moments later.

When I turned round the men were gone. I could do no more so
I stole back to the library to read. The Countess came in and held out two
letters.

“The gipsies gave me these,” she said. “One is from you to
Peter Hawkins but the other is a vile thing and is not signed so cannot
matter.” He held the letter in shorthand to the flame of the lamp until it was
consumed. “The letter to Hawkins I shall send as it is yours. Your pardon that
I broke the seal. Will you cover it again?” With that he held out the letter
with a clean envelope. I handed it back in silence and he left, locking the
door behind him.

An hour or two passed and I began to need to pee once again.
Looking at the erotic materials around me, I sought one that I might make use
of with the dildo in my pocket. Finally I settled upon a work which described a
woman used by a group of men in such a way that every entrance to her were
filled by an appendage of theirs. I thought of the group of men outside the
window and lay on the couch, thinking of them tearing my clothes from me whilst
I slid the dildo into myself.

My need to pee made my arousal all the more intense and I
found myself picturing each of the men fucking me in turn, their cocks sliding
into every hole available one after another whilst I could only do my best to
pleasure them in however they saw fit. I moved the dildo at lightning speed
deep into my pussy, my bladder screaming for relief as I reached a shuddering
climax. I saw an empty vase in the corner and ran to it, pulling the dildo from
me as the first trickles of pee ran down my legs. I lowered myself over the
vase as the floodgates opened and piss spurted out of me, filling the vase in
seconds as I sighed happily, my pussy still throbbing with the remnants of my
climax.

I had barely finished peeing when the Countess returned and
sent me on to bed. I passed to my rooms and slept without dreaming.

31 May – This morning I went to fetch papers from my bag to
write again but every scrap was gone. I saw and pondered before looking in my
wardrobe. My suitcase was gone as was my overcoat and rug.

17 June – As I sat on my bed thinking hard I heard a
cracking of whips and a great pair of wagons drove into the yard below. I cried
out to the drivers and they looked up at me blankly. I attempted masturbating
for them but the head of the gipsies appeared, pointed up at me and said
something which made them laugh.

Henceforth no erotic effort of mine would make them even
look at me. When their empty boxes were unloaded they were given money by the
gipsy before riding away.

24 June – Last night the Countess left me early and locked
herself in her room. Something is going on for I can hear the gipsies working
nearby, hearing the sound of flushing toilets. I was at the window overlooking
the Countess’s room when I saw her emerge in my travelling clothes with the bag
I had seen given to the evil women. This was her scheme then, that others will
see me so they think and she will leave evidence I have been seen in towns
posting my own letters and wickedness achieved shall be attributed to me. It
makes me rage to think this can go on and whilst I am shut up here.

I returned to my room when I heard in the courtyard the cry
of a woman. I looked out of the window and saw her, a stranger distressed with
running. When she saw my face she shouted up, “Monster give me my partner!”

She threw herself on her knees and tore at her hair before
throwing herself against the door. Somewhere high above I heard the Countess
call and her call was answered by the howling of wolves who poured in as a pack
to the courtyard. There was no cry from the woman but I knew what had happened
as the wolves slunk away licking their lips. What am I to do? How can I escape
this place?

25 June – I must take action of some sort. Last night of my
post dated letters went to post, the first of that fatal series that will blot
out every trace of my existence. Action is needed. I have seen her crawl from
her window. Why should I not go in by the same route?

Later – I have made the effort and come safely to this room.
I must put down every detail in order. The room was empty, furnished with
things which seemed to have never been used. I looked for the key but it was
not in the lock. The only thing I found was a great heap of gold and money in
one corner, none of it less than three hundred years old. At one corner of the
room was a heavy door. It was open and led through a stone passage to a
stairway which went steeply down.

I descended minding carefully until I came to a room which
shocked me to my core. For here was the most elaborate of bathrooms, the like
of which I had never before encounters. Porcelain toilet bowls were laid out in
individual stalls, each pristine and spotless. The walls were covered with fine
mosaics and the rolls of paper were of the softest kind.

There was nobody about and I went around the bathroom
looking in every corner when I came to the final stall, the door closed. I
pushed it open and there was the Countess. She was either dead or asleep but
her eyes were open and stony, the cheeks having the warmth of life but there
was no sign of pulse or breathing.

I bent over her and looked for signs of life but saw none. I
turned to the toilet beside hers and sat upon it, lifting my dress and finally
enjoying urinating in the correct manner for the first time since arriving at
the castle. As I peed I could not help but become aroused and so I began to let
my fingers play with the flow of pee, enjoying the hot wetness of it upon my
hands as I stroked at my labia. But a fear overtook me from nowhere that the
Countess may awaken and so I lowered my dress once more, returning to my room
by the manner of again climbing the castle wall.