Chapter 7

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.

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?"