Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  Mr Bummer made his way to the address, inquiring of Mrs Downlow at the door. At the mention of Twist he was admitted into the house and brought before the old lady.

  “I have come in consequence of seeing the advertisement.”

  “Do you know where the girl is?”

  “I do not.”

  “Then what do you know?”

  Mr Bummer listed the birth, the treachery, the sexual exploits of Olivia in such a way that Mrs Downlow became increasingly flustered, ever more so when anal was mentioned. At last she could resist no more, diving on Mr Bummer and tearing at his clothes. In her lust, she soon had him naked and her bottom exposed to him, insisting he enter her at once. This he did without pause, groaning with satisfaction as he slid deep into her rear whilst simultaneously reaching round to rub her clit.

  They came at the same moment, Mr Bummer firing cum into her posterior as she shook with her own climax, her empty pussy contracting whilst her legs shook and her fingers trembled. As Mr Bummer eased himself from her, she returned to seat and sighed with relief.

  She gave the beadle five guineas for his intelligence and sent him away, calling for Mrs Bedwin to come to her. “Let that Twist girl’s name never be mentioned again in my hearing. Never!”

  Chapter 18

  Little can be said of the enforced incarceration of Olivia. She was kept alone with her hands bound for a week so she could neither escape nor touch herself in the way she most desired. After seven days had passed she was brought out into the main room and told she could not orgasm until she had brought every figure in the room to a climax. This she did with all haste, desperate for her throbbing clit to be satisfied. She sucked countless cocks one after another, licked one pussy after another until the sound of a woman coming meant little more than a step closer to reaching her own orgasm. As the last participant fell back Getin declared her mind changed and bound Olivia again.

  It was two more days before she was finally allowed her freedom, Fucker waiting for her at the table. He forced himself into her mouth as she moaned with desire, sucking him as deep as she could whilst he undid the bonds at her wrists, lifting her onto the table and climbing above her, thrusting into her in a single movement whilst grinding onto her clit. It took under a minute for her frustration to boil over and an immense orgasm tore through her body, sending her writhing and bucking under Fucker until she at last fell still and he was able to speed up his movements and spurt his cum into her.

  From this day she was allowed to roam the house but never unaccompanied, always with Fucker, Bates or Getin by her side, ever dripping poison into her ears about the moral value of thievery of all kinds.

  Chapter 19

  It was a chill night when Olivia was taken by Getin to Spitorswallowfields. The mud lay thick on the stones as they glided in the dark, eventually reaching a maze of dirty streets and finally stopping a door, knocking and being admitted by the waiting Sikes with Nancy by the fire within.

  “Come in Getin,” said Nancy. “It’s a cold night. Will you take a drink?”

  “To business,” snapped Sikes. “Toni Fuckit has been hanging about the Chertsey place a fortnight and can’t get any of the servants in line no matter how many times she drains their balls dry.”

  “None can be got over?”

  “I say so don’t I? The old lady has had ‘em twenty years and they won’t do it.”

  “Has Toni tried anal with them?”

  “I say it can’t be done Getin!”

  They sank into silence until Sikes piped up. “Is it worth fifty extra to be done from outside?”

  “It is,” replied the old woman.

  “Then it can come off as soon as we like. All I need is the girl there.”

  “Have her Bill. She’ll do whatever is needed. When is it to go off?”

  “We go now,” said Bill.

  Chapter 20

  Nancy took Olivia aside as they left the house. “God forgive me,” she whispered. “I never thought it would come to this. I tried to prevent this but to no purpose but someday soon I will help you get loose from here.”

  Sikes was waiting in the shadows, loading his pistol which he set to Olivia’s forehead. “If you speak a word out of turn during this job that loading will be in your head. You understand?”

  Olivia nodded as Nancy slipped away into the night. Together Sikes and Olivia walked away from the house, Olivia trembling all the while in fear for her very life.

  Chapter 21

  They walked long into the night, passing one milestone after another until at last they stopped in a public house to hitch a lift onwards. The driver was reluctant to assist but he changed his mind when Olivia allowed him to thrust himself between her breasts in the taproom whilst the curtains were kept tight shut by Sikes. When the driver had spurted cum onto her face, he allowed them into his coach and led them to UptheShitterton where they disembarked and walked on past the river and into a ruinous house that lay by the bridge.

  Chapter 22

  “Hallo,” cried a voice as they entered the passage.

  “Show a glim Toni,” said Sikes.

  A light was produced and Toni took sight of Olivia. “One of Getin’s girls?”

  “She is.”

  “Bring her through.”

  They entered the main space, blankets draped over the splintered wood of a table and four chairs. Olivia was told to remain silent whilst the others discussed the plan and it was some time before she became aware they were looking at her. “Is all well?” she asked.

  “It will be,” said Toni,” shining the light high enough to reveal she was naked as was Sikes. Olivia took in the sight of their bodies and immediately sank to her knees, wanting to assuage her fear with the distraction of sex. Once naked, she took Sikes cock into her mouth, hungry to taste both of them whilst her pussy grew ever damper. She was lifted into the air and set down on her knees with Toni beside her. Behind them Sikes knelt with his cock in hand, pushing it first into Olivia’s pussy and then into Toni. Back and forth he went as if unable to decide where to dwell until at last he insisted they turn to face him.

  His hand was a blur on his shaft as he bid them to open their mouths and in seconds he grunted loudly and unleashed a torrent of spunk which splashed on both waiting women. He watched as they swallowed greedily before allowing Olivia to take a drink of liquor to strengthen her resolve for the night ahead.

  “You got everything Toni?” asked Sikes as he dressed slowly.

  “Pistols, keys, crowbar, all here.”

  Once the three were dressed they set out in silence through a thick fog, Sikes leading the way to Chertsey and out the other side to a house surrounded by a wall. Olivia was hoisted over the wall first and as she landed she saw the other two clamber over as well. She was almost made with grief and terror as they reached the house and it took the cocking of the pistol to force her to clamber through a small window at the back of the house, squeezing inside as they whispered she was to take the light and unlock the street door.

  Once inside Olivia’s hand shook so much she forced herself to breathe deeply for several seconds. She was about to tiptoe along the corridor to rouse the household when she caught sight of a light through the crack of a door. “Get back here,” Sikes hissed but she ignored him, peering around the door to see two women naked by the fire, their bodies entwined and glistening with sweat as they kissed. The sight was so shocking to Olivia that she dropped her lantern, the noise of its fall echoing around the house.

  Two men appeared at the top of the stairs, Sikes fired at them and reached in, dragging Olivia back out. The loud ringing of a bell reached them and the shouts of men beside whilst Olivia half ran and was half carried across the ground until she heard no more.

  Chapter 23

  The night was bitter cold when Mrs Cornhole, matron of the workhouse where Olivia was born, sat by the fire in her little room. A soft tap came at the room door. “Oh come in with you,” she called. “Is that you Mr Bummer?”
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br />   “At your service,” he replied, shaking the snow from his coat. He shut the door and accepted her offer of tea.

  “Sweet Mr Bummer?” she inquired, taking up the sugar basin.

  “Very sweet indeed,” he replied, fixing his eyes on her. The tea was drunk and Mr Bummer moved to sit beside Mrs Cornhole whilst professing to be nearer the fire. “Are you hard hearted Mrs Cornhole?” he asked as he set down his cup.

  “What can you want to know for?”

  The beadle turned to her and kissed her quite deliberately.

  “Me Bummer!” she cried in a whisper. “I shall scream.”

  In reply he put his arm round her waist. She had said she would scream but she did not, letting him kiss her again, her ardour enflamed as they embraced. She felt his hands slide over her chest, her nipples hardening under his touch as she spread her legs a little, feeling a dampness grow in her panties. She was just reaching for the bulge in his trousers when there came a knock at the door. The two leapt apart as if a fire blazed between them and as the door opened they were examining opposite walls in some detail.

  “Old Sally is going fast,” said the pauper at the door. “Will you come? She says she must speak with you.”

  “I will return Mr Bummer,” Mrs Cornhole said before leaving the beadle alone in her room. Whilst alone he sat with his back to the fire and seemed mentally engaged in taking an inventory of the furniture.

  Chapter 24

  Mrs Cornhole followed the pauper up stairs and along passages until she reached the bare garret of the sick woman. “Listen to me,” the dying woman said as she approached her bed. “I once nursed a pretty young woman in this house. She gave birth to a girl and died.”

  “What about her?” Mrs Cornhole asked.

  “I robbed her. She wasn’t cold when I stole it.”

  “Stole what?”

  “The only thing she had. It was gold and hung round her neck. She was so young.”

  “The child’s name?”

  “They called her Olivia. The gold I stole was…”

  “Was what?”

  But the old woman had fallen dead, never to speak again. The two crones by the bedside were left to prepare the death duty whilst Mrs Cornhole retreated from the garret.

  Chapter 25

  Whilst these events took place in the workhouse Getin sat in her den with Fucker and Bates when Fuckit arrived.

  “Where are the others?” asked Getin. “How’s Bill?”

  “Why, is he not here?” began Toni, turning pale.

  “Where are they Fuckit, Sikes and the boy?”

  “The crack failed.”

  “What more?”

  “They fired and hit the girl. We cut over the fields but they gave chase. We left her in a ditch and ran for our lives.”

  Getin stopped to hear no more but uttering a yell, rushed from the room and from the house.

  Chapter 26

  Getin made his way from his usual neighbourhood through other unsalubrious locales until he finally reached The Three Pussies, the public house in which Sikes had last been seen. Walking straight upstairs Getin entered a room and looked around at the inhabitants.

  In one corner a piano was being played and a small stage was set against the wall beside it. On the stage an elaborate sex show was taking place. A member of the crowd had been bound to a chair, his eyes hidden behind a blindfold. Before him two whores were teasing him by pushing their breasts into his face whilst the audience watched and talked amongst themselves. Getin ignored the show, hunting out one he knew.

  “What can I do for you?” inquired a man in the shadow by the door, following Getin onto the landing.

  “Is he here?”

  “No.”

  “No news?”

  “None,” replied the landlord of the Pussies for it was he.

  “Will he be here tonight?”

  “Spunks, do you mean?”

  “Hush! Yes.”

  “If you wait ten minutes he shall be.”

  “No, tell him I came to see him and he must come to me tomorrow.”

  Getin nodded a goodbye and headed out into the street. He caught a cab to Bethnal Green and walked the last quarter mile to Sikes’ residence.

  Getin crept in and entered the upstairs room to find Nancy alone, slowly masturbating and sobbing by the fire.

  “She’s been drinking,” thought Getin, “or is she just miserable.”

  Nancy looked up and saw him, brushing her skirt back into place and acting as if she had been indulging in nothing untoward.

  “Where is Bill?” Getin asked.

  “I know not.”

  “And the girl? She may be lying in a ditch.”

  “The girl is better there than with you.”

  “What? That girl is worth hundreds of pounds to me. If Sikes returns and does not bring the girl, you should murder him yourself or I’ll have him hanged I swear.”

  “What?”

  Getin’s demeanour suddenly changed as if she’d been caught revealing too much. She determined to distract Nancy and did so by sitting beside her and drying her tears. “Do not cry my girl. All will be well.”

  “I miss him, I miss him inside me.”

  “Women can do just as well alone as with men,” Getin said, turning Nancy’s face towards her.

  “You talk nonsense.”

  “Allow me to demonstrate.” She kissed Nancy then, softly at first and then harder. The two gradually fell to the floor, Nancy on her back and Getin lifting her skirt to expose her pussy beneath. She lifted one of Nancy’s legs by the ankle, the left one, kissing her way slowly upwards to her pussy, finding it wet and ready. With her tongue on Nancy’s clit, she slid two fingers into her and began thrusting them vigorously back and forth as Nancy let out a low moan.

  Getin kept licking until Nancy’s thighs squeezed the sides of her head and began shaking uncontrollably, the sign of a pent of orgasm being released at last. When she was calm Getin put many more questions to her and used her relaxed state to ensure she held no secret knowledge back.

  Once her mind was eased in this way, Getin left and walked briskly back to her own street, fumbling for the door key when a dark figure emerged from the shadows and grabbed hold of her.

  “Getin,” whispered the voice in her ear, as her dress was lifted to her waist, a rough hand already yanking her knickers down.

  “Ah, said she. “Is that…?”

  “Yes,” interrupted the stranger. “I have been hiding here with a tumultuous erection awaiting your return. Where the devil have you been?” With that he pressed his cock between the cheeks of her bottom, thrusting in the crack as his hand went to her clit and began roughly stroking it.

  “On your business my dear,” said Getin, letting out a gasp as the cock nudged lower and slid easily into her pussy, burying itself within her. “As you are in mine.”

  “And what’s come of it?”

  “You will in me, I hope.”

  At that moment two people passed by, frowning at the sight before them.

  “Inside the house,” said the stranger. “And be quick.”

  Reluctantly sliding herself off his cock, Getin opened the door and they passed into the upstairs room. Here the stranger dived onto Getin, inside her in seconds, his tongue plunging into her mouth. They kissed as they rocked against each other, all the signs of orgasm growing stronger until at the same moment, both came loudly, groaning and grunting until they finally fell still.

  After this they spoke in whispers when Spunks, by which name Getin called the stranger, raised his voice from time to time. “It was badly planned. You should have kept her here and made a whore of her. You’ve done it before. She’d have been convicted in the end and transported soon after.”

  “What good would that have done?”

  “Mine.”

  “But not mine. She was not like the others, panty thieving did not come naturally to her. What could I do? I sent her out with Fucker and she was arrested.”


  “That was not my doing.”

  “Nor mine. But I got her back by Nancy and now she favours the girl.”

  “Fuck Nancy.”

  “I’ve done that once this evening but she only likes the girl as she’s soft. Once I harden her Nancy will no longer care. I will make her a thief but if she dies…”

  “Anything but her death,” said Spunks, grabbing Getin’s arm. “I won’t shed blood. But what’s that?”

  “What? Where?”

  “I saw the shadow of a woman’s breast pass along the wainscot.”

  They rushed from the room but saw nothing, a silence reigning throughout the house. They looked in all the rooms but saw only sleeping girls. “There is nothing,” said Getin at last. “See!”

  “It must have been my imagination.” And with those words the amiable couple kissed and then parted.

  Chapter 27

  We now return to the beadle. He had stripped out of every stitch he wore and sat naked by the fire, having counted the contents of every drawer. “I’ll do it,” he said to himself as the door burst open and Mrs Cornhole hurried in, throwing herself in the chair by the fire and gasping for breath.

  “Mrs Cornhole, what is this ma’am?”

  “I’m dreadfully put out Mr Bummer.”

  “Hush, you are flushed and overheated. Allow me to remove some of your things that you may cool. Will you take some wine?”

  He poured her a glass before helping her out of her clothes, looking greedily at her body as it came into view, taking in the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips and the shape of her sex. “This is comfortable room ma’am,” said the beadle as she drained her glass in a single motion. “Some more?”

  “It is too much for one,” she said, looking around the room.

  “But not for two eh?”

  She dropped her head before looking at him again, taking in his erect cock which pointed towards her.