by Lucy Wild
As Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall it was eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington before passing on into the heart of the city and on to a wretched and dirty area of the cit, the air impregnated with filthy odours.
They reached the bottom of a hill where Dawkins drew Olivia into a house. “Now then!” cried a voice from above in response to a whistle from Fucker.
“Cock and balls,” was the reply.
This was some kind of signal and a candle appeared at the far end of the passage, a man peeping out. “Who’s this?” the man asked.
“A new pal.”
“Where’s she from?”
“Your momma’s house. Is Getin upstairs?”
“Yes. Up with you!”
Olivia groped her way after her companion up dark and broken stairs before they threw open a door and went in.
The walls and ceiling of the room they entered were black with age. There was a table before the fire upon which was a candle, a dildo, a loaf and a plate. By the fire sausages were cooking in a pan and standing over them was an old woman whose face was obscured by a quantity of red hair. She was dressed in a flannel gown and seemed to divide her attention between the sausages and a clothes horse covered in silk handkerchiefs.
Several rough beds of old sacks lay on the floor. Around the table were four or five girls the same age as the Fucker, smoking pipes and drinking spirits.
“This is her Getin,” said the Fucker. “My friend Olivia Twist.”
The old woman grinned and took Olivia’s hand, hoping to have the honour of her intimate acquaintance. The girls gathered round and obliged themselves as to search his pockets to save her the trouble of emptying them at bedtime. Further girls began groping down her top, feeling around her breasts for what they said were any unseemly lumps. One even reached under her skirt, the civilities only stopped by the exercise of the old woman’s toasting fork on the heads and shoulders of the girls around Olivia.
“We are glad to see you my dear,” said the old woman. “Fucker, take off the sausages, Jill take that dildo out, our guest may wish to use it. Ah I see you staring at my handkerchiefs. We’ve just taken them out for the wash, that’s all.”
The girls laughed at this before falling to supper. Olivia ate her share and then was given gin and water. She drank it down and felt immediately sleepy. The girls fell on her then like lions on a gazelle. They had her clothes off her in no time at all, their hand sliding over the body of their new companion, exploring every inch of her as she sighed, lying back on the sack bed and just letting them explore her, glad to be passive for once and not needing to take the lead on this occasion.
She felt the dildo between her buttocks and sighed as it eased its way into her whilst a mouth clamped on her clit, sucking and licking her in equal measure. Hands groped and caressed her breasts, someone embraced her neck, a tongue slid over her ear and even her toes were massaged thoroughly. She closed her eyes and smiled broadly for the first time in her life, brought soon after to an orgasm of more strength than any she’d had before, the result of being the centre of attention of so many people.
The old woman watched in silence as she was caressed and massaged to a second climax before her breathing grew softer and all around realised she’d fallen asleep, thus ended her first day in London.
Chapter 9
It was late the next morning when she awoke. None were around but the old woman who was boiling coffee and whistling to herself as she sat by the fire, flicking through an erotic book. As Olivia blinked her eyes open she watched the old woman take the well used dildo from the table and slide it deep into her pussy, her other hand flicking through the pages of the book before moving down to flick over her clit. Olivia remained silent, not sure if she was dreaming as she watched the old woman moan and shift in her seat until she achieved a powerful climax. As soon as her body stopped shaking, she set down the dildo and stood up, reaching through a trapdoor in the floor to pull out a small box. She lifted the lid and set the book inside before pulling out a magnificent gold watch.
“Never told where it was did they? Never grassed old Getin up and why should they? It wouldn’t have loosened the knot after all.”
The old woman set the box back in place before bringing out countless other cockrings, jewelled buttplugs and brass cocks. “Such a fine thing is capital punishment, none left to turn white livered.” As she said that her eyes turned and latched onto Olivia.
She slammed the box shut, grabbed the dildo and pressed it to Olivia’s face. “What do you watch for? Why are you awake? What have you seen? Speak or choke on this.”
“I wasn’t able to sleep any longer. I am sorry if I disturbed you.”
“Were you awake an hour since?”
“No indeed.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was not.”
“Never mind then,” said the old woman, her old manner resumed, the dildo set aside. “I knew that, I was only testing you. Did you see any of my pretty things my dear?”
“I did miss.”
“They’re all I have for my old age. Folks call me a spinster but I can still use these for pleasure. Would you like to see?”
“I would miss.”
Then lean over the table and spread your cheeks apart.”
Olivia climbed out of bed, her naked body chilled until she neared the fire. She draped herself over the table and reached behind her, drawing her buttocks wide aside to reveal the hole hidden within.
“This buttplug belonged to a very rich Marquis,” said the old woman. “See how the ridges hit the nerve endings in just the right way.” With that, she slipped it gradually into Olivia, taking her time as the girl gasped loudly at the sensation of it sliding home. “It is so well designed you can walk around the room without it falling free. Try it my dear.”
Olivia strolled around the chamber, each step making the buttplug move inside her in such a way that by the time she finished perambulating she was soaking wet and aching for more inside her.
“This is a strap on dildo from Scotland,” said the old woman, stepping into a leather loop with a brass dildo sticking forth from it. “Watch this.” She turned a cog on the base and the device began to buzz. Leaning Olivia back over the table, she moved the tip of it to the girl’s clit, causing Olivia to let out a deep moan of desire. “How is it?”
“That is the most wonderful sensation I have ever known,” she sighed back.
“I know. Wait until it’s inside you.” Pulling back, she guided the fake cock into Olivia’s dripping wet hole, the vibrations spreading from inside to her clit and making her nipples stiffen against the table, her whole body certain she could never have felt cold before, boiling heat making her skin darken as she rocked back onto the device inside her.
Getin took hold of the buttplug and rotated it slowly as she thrust into Olivia. “Enjoy it my dear,” she said, moving faster as Olivia felt her clit explode with pleasure, an orgasm racing through her body before slowly fading away. She was allowed a second climax before the sound of movement on the stairs curtailed the fun and the sex toys were withdrawn from her.
“You better wash,” said Getin, pointing to the pitcher by the door. By the time Olivia had rinsed between her legs the sex toy box had vanished and Fucker had returned with another lad whom he introduced as Master Charley Bates. The four sat down to breakfast.
“Have you been hard at work?” asked Getin.
“Hard as cocks,” replied Fucker.
“What have you got?”
“Couple of erotic books.”
Very nice. And you Charlie?”
“Three pairs of panties.”
“Well these are nice. Lace and silk but you haven’t marked them well. The marks will have to be picked out, we’ll teach Olivia to do it.”
When breakfast was finished the boys and the old woman played a strange game. She wore the three pairs of knickers and Bates and Fucker had to try and get them off her
without her noticing. At times she would trot up and down and they’d dive under her dress, trying to ease them from her before she moved on. If she felt them on her at any moment she called out and the game began again.
As the game was played over and over, a couple of ladies called in see the group. One was called Bet, the other Nancy. They stayed a long time, spirits were produced and the conversation became most convivial. Fucker pronounced Olivia the best cock sucker he’d ever known and both Nancy and Bet took offence at that.
“Prove it,” said Nancy, yanking Bates’ trousers down. Bet did the same to Fucker before he could protest. Olivia watched as the two of them began to suck at lick at the cocks before them, bringing them to life. She smiled to herself as she saw the flaws in their technique.
She knelt beside them. “If I may,” she said, taking over from Nancy and sucking Charley’s shaft into her mouth, using her expert technique to bring him to orgasm in less than a minute. “Try that,” she said as she swallowed the last of his cum. Nancy and Bet licked either side of Fucker’s shaft, drawing groans of pleasure from him as together they brought him to orgasm, his cum flying onto their faces before they nodded to Olivia.
“I call it a draw,” said Getin, giving the four of them some money to spend and sending them on their way.
“Would you like to try the game?” she asked Olivia.
“Yes miss, I can try.”
The old woman leaned over the fire as if looking in a shop window, the back of her dress rising enough for Olivia to slide underneath. She reached up and took hold of the final pair of panties that remained in place, sliding them off the old woman’s legs as she began to walk again.
“Are they gone?” cried Getin.
“Yes miss,” Olivia called out, tossing them from under her skirt.
“Clever girl,” Getin said before letting out a shriek as Olivia reached up and stroked her pussy. She stood frozen in place, her legs shuffling apart as the girl leaned between her thighs and began to lick her wetness, making her moan loudly as she moved her tongue ever faster before sliding a finger into the waiting pussy above her. She brought Getin to a quivering climax with her tongue clamped on her clit before stepping out from under the skirt.
“Here’s a shilling for playing the game so well,” said Getin. “Now I’ll show you how to take the marks out of the knickers.”
Olivia followed her quietly to the table and was soon deeply involved in her new study.
Chapter 10
For many days Olivia remained with Getin, picking the marks from panties. She would often play the knicker removal game before becoming desirous of fresh air, requested to go with Charley and Jack onto the streets.
They walked seemingly aimlessly before Fucker stopped and pointed across the road.
“What’s the matter?” asked Olivia.
“You see the old woman by the book stall?”
“Yes I see her.”
“She’ll do.”
The woman was reading a book with some abstraction and did not see Fucker dive under her dress, appearing a moment later with a pair of knickers in his hand. In an instant the mystery of the knickers and the jewels and the game rushed into the girl’s mind. She stood in terror as the pair ran off but as Olivia went to follow them the woman noticed her missing panties and her cheeks turned red as she raised the hue and cry.
Fucker and Bates had retired to the first doorway round the corner and saw Olivia run past them, joining in the calls of “Stop Panty Thief!” whilst making after him with the others.
Felled by a blow from a shopkeeper, Olivia sprawled in the mud as the old woman approached. “Is this the girl miss?” the shopkeeper asked.
“I am afraid so,” she replied. “Poor girl. She has hurt herself.”
“I did that miss,” said the shopkeeper. “And I cut my knuckle on her mouth.”
If he expected something for his pains he was disappointed. A police officer approached at that moment and grabbed Olivia by the collar.
“It wasn’t me,” she said. “It was two other young men. They are here somewhere.”
“I doubt it,” said the officer. “Now get up.”
“Don’t hurt her,” said the old woman.
“I won’t hurt her,” said the police officer, dragging Olivia up and lugging her down the street and on they went.
Chapter 11
The crowd followed Olivia to a yard where they encountered a man with whiskers on his face and keys in his hand. “What’s the matter now?” the man asked.
“A young panty thief,” replied the officer.
“Are you the party that was robbed?” inquired the man with the keys.
“I am,” replied the old lady. “But I am not sure this girl took my knickers. I would rather not press the case.”
“Must go before the magistrate. Now young gallow.”
This was the invitation for Olivia to enter through an unlocked door and into a stone cell. Here she was strip searched, fingers lubricated and slid into her pussy and her bottom to check for contraband before being dragged through to the next room.
“There’s something about that girl,” said the old woman. “Where have I seen that look before? No, it must be imagination.” She sighed over her recollections before being roused by a tap on the shoulder and brought into the office to face Mr Fang.
Fang sat behind a bar undoing his trousers, Olivia naked in front of it. Fang looked up with a scowl as the old lady walked in. “Who are you?”
“My card sir.”
“Officer!” called out Fang. “Who is this woman?”
“My name is Downlow and permit me to inquire your name?”
“Officer! What’s this woman charged with?”
“She’s not charged your worship,” replied the officer. “She appears against the girl here.”
“Swear her.”
“Before I am sworn, I must say one word.”
“Hold your tongue madam!”
“I will not!”
“Hold your tongue or I’ll drag it onto my cock. Swear her!”
“Now,” said Fang once Mrs Downlow was sworn. “What’s the charge on this young whore? What have you to say Mrs?”
“I was standing at a bookstall…”
“Hold your tongue I said! Where’s the policeman. Now policeman, what is this?”
The policeman related how he’d taken charge, searched Olivia, found nothing and that was all he knew.
“Any witnesses?”
“None your worship.”
Any witnesses to what I’m about to do?”
“None your worship.”
Fang stepped out from behind the bench, his trousers round his ankles. Downlow turned away, refusing to watch the current state of the judicial system at its finest. Olivia’s fear of arrest had been replaced by lust at the sight of the enormous organ coming into view and she pounced on it in seconds. Behind her the policeman lowered his flies, pulling free his member and sliding it into her pussy. As he fucked her, she found her mouth thrust onto the cock at the back of her throat, making her gag. She rocked between the two of them as the officer with his keys knelt beside her and began stroking her clit, kissing her back with such soft embraces that she felt the centre of the world. She came shortly after, an orgasm that made her body shake and her mind reel. The cock in her pussy moved faster as she contracted around it and at the instant it came, the shaft in her mouth spasmed and spunk shot to the back of her throat. She felt it in her pussy and on her tongue at the same moment and with a sigh of pleasure she swallowed as much as she could before Fang resumed his seat and the policeman helped Olivia to her feet, her hands still trembling as cum dribbled from her pussy.
“Are you done sir?” Downlow asked, turning round. “For I have never in my life…”
Silence madam! What is your complaint against this girl?”
With many interruptions, Downlow contrived her case that in surprise she saw the girl run but could not be sure she was the thief.
“Are you without panties?” Fang asked.
“I fail to see…”
“You’ve been sworn. Answer the question or I’ll send you down for disrespect. Are you without panties?”
“That is true.”
“Prove it.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Are you deaf woman? Prove it.”
Reluctantly Mrs Downlow lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her naked pussy to the magistrate who nodded back at her. Turning to Olivia, Fang continued, “What’s your name you scoundrel?”
Olivia was still recovering from her orgasm and could barely whisper so the officer spoke for him, hazarding a guess. “Says her name is Tina White your worship.”
“Where does she live?”
“Where she can your worship,” the officer said again, pretending to receive Olivia’s answer.
“Has she any parents?”
“Died in infancy.”
“May I have some water?” Olivia asked, feeling faint.
“Stuff and nonsense,” replied the magistrate.
“She may fall,” said Downlow.
“Let her fall.” Olivia availed herself of the permission and fell into a dead faint. “Let her lie there. She’ll soon tire of it. Three months hard labour. Take her away.”
The door was opened and two men appeared to carry the insensible Olivia to her cell when an elderly man burst in. “Stop! Don’t take her away. I saw two boys take the panties and this girl was shocked by the sight.”
“Why didn’t you come here before?” asked Fang.
“I had to get someone to mind the shop. I ran all the way.”
“The victim was reading was she?”
“The book in her hand now sir.”
“Oh that book. What is that? Fucking in Foreign Fields. Is it paid for?”
“No it’s not.”
“Oh dear me,” said Downlow. “I forgot all about it.”
“A nice person to charge a young girl. Think yourself fortunate the book owner doesn’t prosecute you. Now clear the office!”
