Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  I dined on what they call robber steak, bits of bacon, onion and beef seasoned with red pepper and strung on sticks to be roasted over the fire. The wine was Golden Shower which produces a queer sting on the tongue which is however not disagreeable. I had only a couple of glasses of this and nothing else.

  When I got on the coach the driver had not taken his seat and I saw him talking to the landlady. They were evidently talking of me for every now and then they looked at me and some of the people who were sitting on the bench outside the door came and listened and then looked at me, most of them pityingly. I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words for there were many nationalities in the crowd so I quietly got out my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them up.

  I must say they were not cheering to me for among them were Piss, Toilet, Urine and Vampire.

  When we started out, the crowd around the inn door all made the sign of the flush and pointed a finger at me. With some difficulty I got a fellow passenger to tell me what they meant. He explained it was a charm or guard against the wet vampire’s evil eye.

  I shall never forget the last glimpse I had of the inn yard and its crowd of picturesque figures all pissing on the floor as they stood around the wide archway. Then our driver cracked his big whip over his four small horses and we set off on our journey.

  I soon lost sight of ghostly fears in the beauty of the scene as we drove along. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods with here and there steep hills crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses. The road was rugged but still we seemed to fly over it with a feverish haste. The Golden Shower wine in me soon worked its way to my bladder so that each jolt of the coach made me wince as my need to pee began to grow.

  I could not understand what the haste meant but the driver was evidently bent on losing no time in reaching Borgo Prund. The sun began to sink as we passed by a white gleam of falling water. One of my companions touched my arm as we swept past and I realised I was not alone in needing to pee.

  We tried to call for the coach driver to stop momentarily so we could pee but he either ignored us or did not hear us over the noise of the horses.

  It did not help that by the roadside were many peasant men and women who squatted as we approached and began to pee. There were many things new to me in this land such as this. Sometimes the hills were so steep that despite our driver’s haste the horses could only go slowly. The only stop he would make was a moment’s pause to light his lamps.

  As he did so we all jumped down from the coach and to my surprise a peasant woman ran over and prostrated herself before us, making the flushing motion with her hand that I had last seen at the inn.

  The others seemed to know what she intended for one after another they began to pee on her. She lay there in her dress which soon became soaked with urine as I squirmed on the spot, unsure what to do to relieve myself.

  The others looked expectantly at me as they finished and not wishing to offend them I lifted my dress and squatted over the peasant who nodded up at me. My bladder was so overfilled that in an instant a waterfall of piss sprayed down onto her. I let out a gasp as she reached up and tickled my clit with her fingers whilst I could not yet stop urinating. The others stood watching in silence as she teased and tormented my pussy with her expert hands, all the while pee continuing to fall from me.

  The last trickle was leaving my body when she plunged a finger into me and raised her mouth to my clit, licking it in such a way that brought an orgasm out of me in moments. I gasped with delight as my body spasmed whilst the coach driver called for us to return to our seats.

  We rode on and finally arrived at our destination in the darkness of the deep night. The coach driver spoke up as he pulled up to stop. “There is no carriage awaiting you Frau. You should come on with us to Bukovina and return tomorrow.” Whilst he spoke the horses began to neigh and snort and amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants a caleche with four horses drove up and stopped beside us. I could see that the horses were coal black and splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man with a long brown beard and a great black hat which seemed to hide his face from us.

  He said to the driver, “You are early tonight my friend.”

  The man stammered in reply. “The English Frau was in a hurry.”

  To which the stranger replied, “That is why, I suppose you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me my friend. I know too much and my horses are swift.

  As he spoke he smiled and the lamplight fell on a hard looking mouth with red lips and sharp looking teeth as white as ivory. “Give me the Frau’s luggage.” With exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in the caleche. Then I descended and was caught in a grip of steel. Without a word the man shook his reins and we swept into the darkness of the pass. I felt a strange chill and a lonely feeling came over me. But a cloak was thrown over my shoulders and a rug across my knees and the driver said, “The night is chill and my master the Countess bade me take all care of you. There is a flask of plum brandy underneath the seat if you should require it.”

  I sipped at the alcohol as we drove on. When I struck a match and by its flame looked at my watch, I was shocked to find we were within a few minutes of midnight. I felt a sick feeling of suspense as the alcohol within me ran down into my bladder. Then a dog began to howl somewhere down the road. The sound was taken up by another dog and then another as a wild howling began which seemed to come from all over whilst my body grew increasingly tense.

  At the first howl the horses began to strain but the driver spoke to them soothingly and they quieted down but shivered as though after a runaway from sudden fright. Then far off began a louder and sharper howling of wolves which affected the horses once more as I was terrified by the noise, my need to pee becoming ever more urgent as fear took over my body.

  The driver again petted and soothed the horses until they became manageable once more. Soon we were hemmed in with trees which arched right over the roadway as though we passed through a tunnel. The baying of wolves sounded nearer and nearer as though they were closing round on us from every side. I grew dreadfully afraid until my bladder lost control and I found myself wetting my underwear in my seat, the warm feeling of it making me feel nothing but shame as it ran down my legs, leaving my knickers soaking wet under my skirts.

  We kept ascending and I was forced to sit in the pee underneath me until the driver finally pulled up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle from whose tall black windows came no ray of light and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

  When the caleche stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight. I could not but notice his prodigious strength, his hand like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen. He sniffed at the air. “Did you piss on my seats?” he asked, gripping my hand tighter.

  I was forced to nod in response and at that gesture, he whipped me round and lifted my skirts to my waist, bending me over and raining spanking blows upon my buttocks. The slapping sound of his hands on my cheeks filled the air of the courtyard as I gasped for breath.

  Within a minute he seemed to tire of punishing me, his hand sliding between my legs, forcing my knees apart. I could do nothing but let him probe his way to my pussy, feeling the wetness of my panties around my ankles as he lowered his face to my bottom. His tongue plunged into my tight hole as his thick fingers entered my pussy, teasing me into a wetness the like of which I had never known. Just as I thought I would come from his ministrations, he stood up and I heard the rustling of his clothes. A moment later a rock hard shaft was pressed between the cheeks of my bottom, thrusting up and down before soaking up the wetness of my pussy. I waited for him to entire me but he moved back to my bottom and in a single motion, slammed himself into my anus.

  I let out a deep groan of pleasure and pain as my nerve endings screamed at the shock intrusion. He thrust back and forth in my bottom as his hand again went to my
pussy, probing in me with two fingers that seemed no smaller than his cock.

  The feel of him grinding into me was exquisite even as I felt the shame of wetting myself still in my mind. He seemed to no longer care about punishing me, instead bringing me to sobbing orgasm that tore through my body and made him fuck me all the harder. I felt him bang his hips into my bottom as he held himself in me and then his cock pulsated deep in my bottom. I felt a gush of hot spunk spray out of him and fill my anus as he grunted in relief behind me. He fired another jet of cum into me and as he withdrew from me a final shot hit my buttocks and dripped to the floor under me.

  The driver jumped back into his seat, leaving me to lower my dress back into place as he shook the reins and was gone in an instant.

  I stood in silence for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign. What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? My bottom was filled with cum that dribbled from me as I stood there, my panties were soaking wet and I had a long solid dildo in my pocket. Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor’s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Of course just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful and I am now a full blown solicitor. I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I should awake. It all seemed like an erotic nightmare to me and I expected I might find myself at home with my thighs coated in wetness and dawn struggling in through the windows. But my flesh answered the pinching test and my eyes were not to be deceived. I was indeed awake. All I could do was be patient and wait for the coming of morning.

  Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse and the great door swung back.

  Chapter 2

  Within stood a tall old woman clad in black from head to foot without a single speck of colour about her anywhere. She held in her hand an antique silver lamp in which the flame burned without chimney or globe, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The woman motioned me in with her right hand, saying in excellent English but with a strange intonation. “Welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your own free will!” She made no motion of stepping to meet me but stood like a statue as though her gesture of welcome had fixed her into stone. The instant I had stepped over the threshold, she moved forwards and held out her hand, grasping mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect not lessened by the fact that it seemed cold as ice, more like the hand of a dead and not living woman.

  “Welcome to my house. Enter freely. Go safely and leave something of the happy piss you bring.”

  “Countess Wetula?”

  She bowed as she replied, “I am Wetula and I bid you welcome Mrs Harker to my house. Come in, the night air is chill and you must need to eat and rest.” As she was speaking she put the lamp on a bracket on the wall and took my luggage, carrying it in whilst I protested.

  “Nay madam. You are my guest. It is late and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself.” She insisted on carrying my luggage along the passage, up a great winding stair and along another passage. At the end of this she threw open a heavy door and I rejoiced to see within a well lit room in which a table was spread for supper and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs flamed and flared.

  The Countess halted, putting down my bags, closed the door and crossing the room, opened another door which led into a small room with no windows, lit by a single lamp. She motioned me to enter and it was a welcome sight for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire. The Countess withdrew, saying before she closed the door, “You will need after your journey to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust you will find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room where you will find your supper prepared.”

  I looked around for a chamber pot to make use of but found none and was forced to leave the bedroom whilst again needing to pee. I found supper laid out and my host stood beside the fireplace, leaning against the stonework. “Pray be seated and sup how you please. Excuse me that I do not join you but I have dined already and I do not drink.”

  I handed to her the sealed letter which Mr Hawkins had entrusted to me. She opened it and read it then handed it to me to read also.

  “I must regret that my weak bladder forbids me to travel but I am happy to send a sufficient substitute in whom I have every confidence. She is young woman, full of energy and talent. She is discreet and silent and ready to attend on you and take any instructions you give in all matters.”

  The Countess took the cover off a dish and I fell to on an excellent roast chicken. This came with cheese and salad, and despite my need to pee I enjoyed two glasses of fine old tokay. During the time I was eating the Countess asked many questions of my journey and I told her by degrees all I had experienced.

  By the time I had finished the Countess had given me chance to observe her physiognomy. She had a strong face with high bridge of thin nose and ached nostrils. The mouth was fixed and cruel looking with peculiarly sharp white teeth that protruded somewhat over the lips. For the rest her ears were pale and extremely pointed at the tops. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. Her hands were white and fine but the nails were cut to a sharp point.

  She looked out to the window as down in the valley I heard the howling of many wolves. “Listen to them the children of the night, what music they make. But you must be tired. Your bedroom is ready and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I will be away until the afternoon so sleep well and dream well.” With a courteous bow she opened the door and I entered my bedroom. I searched again for a chamber pot but finding none, was forced to retrieve my empty tokay goblet. I undressed, the heat of the fire making my body swelter, sweat forming on my skin as I pressed the goblet to my pussy and unleashed a torrent of piss. As it escaped me I couldn’t help but remember the dildo I had been given and I reached over to retrieve it from my pocket, sliding it up into me as I lowered the goblet, feeling a strange sensation within me as my pee ran over my fingers.

  I fucked my pussy even once I had finished peeing, not stopping for an instant until I reached a shuddering climax, my legs almost giving way under me as I stood by the fire. Unsure what to do with the pee filled goblet I tossed the contents onto the fire before climbing naked into bed and pulling the covers over me, my pussy still contracting as my orgasm faded away. I lay down in a sea of wonders. I doubt, I fear, I think strange things as I question what else may occur during the rest of my stay at Countess Wetula’s castle.

  7 May – It is again early morning and I have rested and enjoyed the last twenty four hours. I slept until late in the day and awoke with a bursting bladder. When I dressed myself I went into the room where we had supped and found a cold breakfast laid out with coffee kept hot by the pot being placed on the hearth. There was a card on the table, on which was written, “I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me. W.” I set to and enjoyed the meal, all the time wondering whether I must again make use of the tokay goblet but I could find it nowhere. I tried to lift the coffee pot but the handle scorched my hand. I waited for the fire to die down, hoping the pot would cool. I paced back and forth upon the floor once I had supped, feeling the need to pee building all the time. Glancing around I saw no option other than to find a corner of the room to soil. I shook my head, unwilling to debase my surroundings in such a way.

  Finally I thought of a solution, wrapping my dress around my hand and pulling the pot from the hearth. I opened the lid and stood over it, unwilling to squat and risk burning my legs on the hot metal.

  I aimed as best I could at the hole in the top and let my bladder relax. A trickle at first ran down my thigh but it soon strengthened into a flow that primarily ran into the pot even as stray droplet
s splashed the floor and my legs. As I peed, I sighed loudly, the sense of relief palpable as I was finally able to calm my bestirred spirits.

  Once I had finished my toilet, I left the pot upon the floor and decided to explore the house. I found certain odd deficiencies considering the extraordinary display of wealth around me. The table service was of gold and of immense value. The curtains and upholstery are of the costliest and most beautiful fabrics and must have been of fabulous value when made for they are centuries old and worn and frayed. And yet in none of the rooms is there a mirror or a toilet. I had to use my mirror from my personal effects to adjust my makeup. I have not yet seen a servant anywhere or heard a sound except the howling of wolves.

  Sometime after I had finished my meal I looked about for something to read for I did not like to wander around the castle too far without the Countess’s permission. There was nothing in my room, no book, newspaper or even writing materials. I opened another door and found a sort of library. The door opposite mine I tried but found locked.

  In the library to my great delight I found a vast number of erotic books in English, whole shelves full of them and bound volumes of magazines filled with lithographs and woodcuts of the most obscene nature. A table in the centre was littered with English magazines and newspapers of a similar vein, containing etchings and inkings of scenes the like of which I could scarcely believe possible in reality.

  Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened and the Countess entered. She saluted me in a hearty way and hoped that I had had a good night’s rest.

  “I am glad you found your way into my pornographic library for I am sure there is much that will interest you. These companions, “ and here she laid her hand on some of the books, “have been good friends to me and for some years past ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know the women of your great England and to know them is to love them. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London to be in the midst of the whirl of whores and the push of prostitutes. But alas! As yet I only know so little of your language.”