Her gloved hands slide up my sides and reach underneath, each grasping a breast. These she kneads as well, alternating, the way a cow's tits are milked, concentrating on my titties which, until now, have only felt sharp little snaps from Hyde's bullwhip. This feels so good. The tingling feeling running through them rides about my body all the way to my cunny, and I am amazed at how I spontaneously squirm about.
She must have built a fire in the fireplace because the room is very warm indeed now and I am not in the least chilled. The scent of roses fills the air with a sweet, romantic fragrance.
I am relaxed and excited at the same time. These sensations are brand new to me. I never knew my body capable of such pleasure. I expect I shall experience it regularly when married, at least I hope so.
Meg moves down my body again to my legs. She pushes the backs of my thighs up as far as the restraints permit, and my knees are on the bed apart, my bottom rising high into the air, my face pressed against the pillow case.
I gasp. Something rough moves slowly along the crack between my legs. It begins at the front and travels to the back of my slit, stopping at my bottom hole. I cannot believe the sensations. My body trembles and heat rises along that crack as if a hot poker lay there. Again, that rough, wet object travels the same route and I quiver and tremble as it goes. When this happens a third time, I am beside myself with sensation. I feel a tremendous longing but for what I know not. I want to cry out, 'Please, Aunt Meg, again!' but of course the fabric I am biting down on keeps the words from being understood.
I feel my crack is hot liquid, a kind of moist burning pulsing heat that seems to want to increase. It is not unpleasant at all but thrilling.
A hand reaches up and pulls the fabric from my mouth. Sounds I did not know I was making come out of me. "Oh, Aunt Meg. Please, do not stop!" I urge her.
Suddenly I feel a body sliding under mine from the foot of the bed. My stomach is lifted by the flesh under me, then my chest, then legs are beneath my chest, lifting my shoulders a bit as this body slides further along.
I am startled! This cannot be Meg, who is rather short but plump. The flesh is warm and very firm, the muscles large.
I do not know what to make of this. "You...you are not my Aunt Meg!" I declare. The wax clogging my ears means that if an answer has come, I cannot hear it.
Soon I know this to be a male form because of what nudges at my lips. The flesh is hard and familiar. I know this is Hyde. Loyalty to Henry causes me to pause but a moment and in that time Hyde thrusts his manhood between my lips and I am forced to accept him. His strong hands pull my bottom down and my knees slip on the bed until I am almost prone again.
His tongue finds my crack and begins its long slow march anew. The feeling of this is delicious, and his hard flesh thrusting between my lips makes me quiver all the more. I move my head back and forth to increase the pleasure for both of us.
I writhe and buckle atop him, his steady thrusts now combined with his firm tongue thrusting into my cunny. He nibbles on a small button of highly sensitive flesh and I find I cannot take a deep breath but only pant, breathing mainly through my nose as his swelling, throbbing phallus fills my mouth completely.
I feel something cool applied to the skin of my bottom cheeks. At first this cream is pleasant. Within a short time it is burning, making me twitch uncontrollably. This added to the thrusting into both my ends drive me insane. I cannot stop my body from moving lasciviously and have no wish to. I feel wanton, seductive, compelled to satisfy and be satisfied.
On top of all this he adds a diabolical stimulation. This stinging cream is intensified when he uses some sort sharp quills like those from a porcupine imbedded in his glove to whisk back and forth across my bottom cheeks. My entire lower body is ablaze. I feel a fire has spread that can no longer be contained. My cunny throbs with burning coals, my bottom is singed. The quills now spank my bottom mercilessly, little pin points of pain, increasing the stinging to an unbearable level. My heinie quivers and twitches as moisture like liquid fire flows inside of me. My poor little cunny can only contract fiercely in time to the tongue lashing and spanking I am receiving. Moans squeeze out of my mouth and my body thrashes and spasms, completely out of my control.
While all this occurs, my own tongue works hard on his member. He is so big now that there is room for nothing else. I want to please him so, to give to him what he is giving to me, and my lips caress his enormous penis while my tongue bathes him in my love.
He thrusts fast and hard, then once very deep into me. I feel his hot member pulse and throb. Warm juice gushes into me. It is an ambrosia I swallow greedily, licking with my tongue the final drops, distressed there is no more. A low moan escapes me.
He slips away, out from under me. My body feels cold, in need of touch, both pleasurable and painful. Suddenly I am alone. I cannot bear this. I call out, "Master Hyde? Please, sir, do not abandon me."
I inhale the scent of rose. It is very close, and my nostril fills with this luxurious fragrance.
The wax is plucked from one of my ear canals and his deeply masculine voice whispers, "I shall stay with you forever, Ursula, if you will but promise me your heart and reject Jekyll."
"Oh, I do, Master! I do! You have won me and I am yours to use as you will."
"And use you I shall, my sweet." His rough tongue licks my ear. The moist tip traveling the crevices and folds sends new sensations coursing through my body. He uses the quiet little quill points across my bottom again, sending ripples of stinging pleasure through my behind and I can only submit to him as he assures me, "Soon we will wed and I shall chain to my bed where I will pleasure you sunset to sunrise. And on the night of our nuptials when I break your hymen, I shall also break your skin and mark you as mine and mine alone."
His words send a thrill through me and I want his tongue inside me again. But a noise makes him say quickly, "I shall return for you soon, my love, this I promise you."
I hear the casement open then close. He came and went through the window! The romance of this is not lost on me. I sigh deeply.
"Hyde was here, wasn't he?" Aunt Meg demands, her voice booming in my one open ear.
"I...yes. He came by the window."
"How did he take you this time?"
"In the mouth."
"Not how you took him, fool, the other way!"
"I believe I am still intact, Aunt," I mumble, not really certain if that is so. The violence of the earth quake within me makes me wonder if Hyde did not in fact shatter my maidenhead.
"Was his cock in your hole?" she asks with exasperation in her voice.
"In my mouth, Aunt." I believe I've made that clear and I suppose my own voice sounds annoyed.
"Watch your tone, Miss!"
"I'm sorry Aunt Meg."
"And his mouth?"
"At...my other end."
She pokes and prods my opening until she is satisfied the gate has not been crashed. I hear her say, "Hurrumph! Maw's blend," as she runs her finger harshly across my bottom cheeks, which are still stinging madly. "And a spiked glove, silent enough that I would not hear. He thinks he can best me! And what's this? Roses?"
Suddenly I realize Hyde has brought me flowers. The air is lush with the smell of rose.
"I shall not punish you now," she says, "but later in the evening, before bed, so that you may reconsider your actions overnight. Perhaps a dream will set you straight. For now you will lie here with no supper. I shall send the maid up to secure the casement. If Hyde returns, I expect you to call out loud enough that I hear, else your hide shall rue the day, Miss."
She replugs my ear and presses the handkerchief into my mouth. Her voice, so cold and angry, the sharp scent of alcohol laced with licorice about her, these things ring like a warning bell all through me. I dread what is to come.
Chapter Nineteen
I hold my head in my hands, my elbows propped against my work table. I am dressed like Hyde, and too unnerved to even strip of myself of his clothing.
Something dreadful is happening to me. This morning I could not face it but now I realize the extent to which things have changed.
When Ursula came to see me today and I paddled her behind until it glowed, I felt nothing but joy in the activity. Then, when I took her so brutally, so forcefully, I felt truly pleased with myself for bringing her to her senses through a her first anal orgasm.
I should have known. Such actions would feed Hyde. That's been his plan all along. Now that the tainted powder is finished, I find he has a life of his own, which infringes on mine. I see the whole picture clearly. As I become harsh, he becomes soft. We are crossing a line, the both of us, and I am taking on his traits and he mine. Did he not leave flowers in the room for Ursula once he'd had his way in her mouth and at her cunt hole? This is not like him anymore than it is like me to sting my beloved's behind and then break into her like a thief in the night.
Your days are numbered, Jekyll, as my hours increase. Soon you shall cease to exist and I shall own all this, including Ursula!
His mad voice stabs my brain. I groan extravagantly. My life is shattered. It has come to lunacy. Ursula now loves me for my ability to dominate her, and I cannot even say I find this trait in myself despicable. In fact, I enjoy dominating her. Even now, I hear Hyde laughing and promising, And enjoy it you shall, but vicariously, through me!
Only when he returned from stealing into Ursula's bedroom and having her while she was deaf, blind and dumb, tied, unable to escape, when he'd finally weakened, was I able to liberate myself and subdue him. At any moment he can return, and will, of that I am convinced.
There is nothing for it but to save Ursula from us both.
I must go to her now and confess this deceit. She will hate me, as I hope she hates Hyde. Both of us will be rejected. This disclosure will in no way alter my own dismal fate, for I shall be saddled with Hyde for all my days. And yet I love her enough to free her, even though it means losing her.
I jump to my feet, determined. I am in a great hurry and only partly change my clothing. Hyde's vest is disguised by my great coat. His mask and martinet I toss into my medical bag on the way out of the laboratory. Time is now of the essence. "Poole!" I shout. "My carriage, at once."
Chapter Twenty
"A fine meal, Meg," Constance says, laying down her fork and knife.
"Extremely so," Alan adds.
Doctor Lanyon, who is busy wiping the juice of a dumpling from his lips, grins foolishly and nods.
"Hastie, it is wonderful to see you smile again," Meg says. In fact, she is relieved to see Hastie back in form.
"Indeed," Gabriel affirms. He reaches for a second helping but Meg cuts him off at the gate. He blinks rapidly at her, as though he will fight the person who stands between him and the cutlets, but she gives him a severe look. Would that she could deal with his appetites sooner, but there is still Ursula to attend to and Alan yet has a plan to unveil.
All are hungry tonight, after their exertions earlier in the evening, and manage to eat everything the cook could provide for five on short notice.
"Ursula isn't joining us?" Connie asks.
"She is being punished, or will be later. This is a prelude."
"What's the girl done now?" Gabriel says.
"While we were in the drawing room, Hyde was in the bedroom with Ursula."
"Oh my!" Connie says. "Is she..."
"Yes, I believe he left enough for a proper wedding. But things are running far too close to the bone, to my way of thinking. Ursula does not know her own mind and while I have restrained myself from offering the structure she needs, now I feel I must not let her down."
"Well," Gabe says, "she'll be married to Jekyll shortly. That should occupy her for a time."
"Quite so, although it may not be Jekyll she weds."
"How's that?" Alan wants to know.
"She now back to Hyde."
"Hyde will do that," Hastie says with authority. "He is a scoundrel, twisting and turning the mind through the body until one is unsure of which way is up and which down."
"Yes, this is a problem," Alan confirms, "but I believe we may be able to kill two birds with one stone."
"In what way, Alan," Gabe inquires.
"I've a plan to snatch Hyde from the streets and homes of London and curtail his escapades. If you will both consent," he says to Gabriel and Meg, "I propose using Ursula as bait."
"Go on." Meg is unsure of all this, for, after all, she quite likes Hyde and wouldn't mind sampling his wares herself.
"Hyde will come for her again, that's clear enough. My plan is simple. One of us will always be with Ursula so that when he does arrive, we nab him on the spot."
"But why would he enter if we are present?" Hastie asks.
"Ah, but we shall be present but not present. It is
Meg's genius that has given me the final brick to lay. The hidden window."
They all sit stymied for a moment until it comes to Meg. "Yes, and thanks to my French decorator. You propose that one of us shall keep guard over Ursula by way of my hidden window."
"Exactly!" Alan looks pleased as punch.
"But how so?" Gabe asks, plopping another spoonful of trifle onto his plate. Meg has warned him of excesses like this and later shall reiterate that warning in a manner that will get through to him.
"I expect what Alan is getting at," Meg explains, "is that we move Ursula's bedroom into the drawing room. We shall take turns keeping tabs on her, night and day, awaiting Hyde's next visit. The moment he is in that room, we can simply lock the doors and he is trapped until Alan can be called."
Each is silent, contemplating what they would do should Hyde arrive on their shift. Meg, for one, knows she will not call Alan. A glance at Connie, and then Hastie confirms their thoughts are similar. Gabriel, she cannot read. Perhaps he is aligned with Scotland Yard on this one, perhaps not. She finds that curious for in the past my husband has been an open book. Since his adventure in the drawing room today, she realizes she may have not yet read passages of this volume.
"A brilliant plan," Hastie says. "Although Meg's salon would be the proper place. Why would Hyde venture into the Utterson drawing room? I suppose we cannot move the window."
"Of course not," Meg adds quickly.
"Perhaps there is no need," Gabe says. He is scraping the last bits of trifle onto his spoon noisily.
"What are you getting at?"
He looks sheepishly at Meg, then the others. "Well, my dear, the week you were in Brighton with your salon members..."
"Yes?"
He eyes the bowl of trifle on the sideboard longingly but knows he may have no more. He snorts and wipes his mouth with the linen napkin. "I took the liberty of having a similar mirror installed downstairs. Between the furnace room and the salon. In the spare coal bin."
"You what?"
Her tone is sharp. And yet Meg realizes this is a clever innovation. She looks at my husband and wonders at this ingenious quality of his personality, one she had not before given much credence to. "I suppose you've been snooping below ground."
"Some," he mumbles. "What's good for the goose is equally good for the gander." He reaches for the remaining pate, but she nudges the dish to safety.
Well, Meg thinks, his balls must have filled on more than one occasion! If only I did not still have Ursula to discipline tonight. Truly, I would like to see Gabe dance again, and for me alone. Perhaps in the salon.
"It's an extraordinary plan, my darling," Connie coos, giving her husband a peck on the cheek. "Perhaps we should include Henry in on this. After all, six is less work than five."
"I think not," Alan says. "Henry, for whatever reason, is friends with Hyde. I do not understand the whys and wherefores of that relationship, but Henry has been acting peculiar of late.
And we all know Henry Jekyll. He is a loyal man, unable to betray those close to him. And he wouldn't harm a fly."
"Here, here!" Hastie says.
"To Henry." Gabriel raises his wine gl
ass and they all follow suit in toasting the imminent Doctor Henry Jekyll.
"But surely his feelings for Ursula will intercede here," Connie says. "He loves her and will not betray her."
"She has a point," Hastie adds.
"Perhaps," Alan says hesitantly. "Shall we put it to a vote?"
A show of hands signifies that all but Alan are more than willing for Henry to be part of the scheme. Alan, in the end, acquiesces to the majority.
Just then the butler enters and announces, "Sir. Madam. Doctor Henry Jekyll, to see Miss Lawrence."
"Well, speak of the devil!" Alan says.
"James," Meg say, while Gabe swallows a mouthful of cream and cake he has secretly, he thinks, scooped from Connie's plate, "usher him right in here."
The moment Henry arrives, they insist he take a chair at the table, much to his protests. He places his black medical bag, which he always carries with him, on the table before him and sits.
"Tea for Doctor Jekyll," Meg tells James. Then to Henry, "You're not looking well. And you seem agitated. Are you not sleeping?"
"Poorly," he admits.
"Come 'round to the office tomorrow," Hastie tells him. "I've a fine remedy for insomnia. It is an exercise of sorts, rigorous, but I can guarantee it will relax you."
Henry nods perfunctorily, then says, "Is Ursula in? I must speak with her at once."
"In due course," Meg says. "She is meditating at the moment, but will be available to you later."
"Henry," Alan says, taking charge, "we have arrived at a plan to capture Hyde and bring him to justice."
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