Franengeld

Previously in Frankengeld. Damion and Helena have attended the first meeting of the Mystery Club. The members have decided they want more clues so it has been agreed that members will seek these out. Damion and Helena to look for the fateful letter, Poppy and Philip for the location of the cart, and Freida to ascertain the crime scene. Lord Philip explained why he was in self exile, Madam Minna gratified herself in the privy with Damion, and when Damion and Helena got home they found a very drunk Dr. Hoffer on the doorstep!

Now read on ...

13th June, in the year 1784, in the evening.

The idea, suggested by Anya, that we use our clothes as tokens in the card game, seemed much more reasonable an idea so, following Anya's instructions we all retired to our rooms to change, and then returned to the kitchen table wearing exactly four items of clothing each.

Anya had insisted that one item must be a hat and Helena was as delighted to see Yani wearing the hat she had won for him at the fair. She was wearing a simple bonnet, Una a little maid's cap, and I was wearing a broad brimmed travelling hat. Anya herself had pulled on an old, black, battered, conical hat from somewhere. It would have added considerably to her height, if it had been stiff, but the material had worn and it now was bent in the middle so that the point now sagged down to the brim. She looked like the traditional 'witch' from a fairy tale.

Having explained the rules Anya moved on to tell us about winning and losing. "Right," she said. "The person who gets the fewest tricks discards an item of clothing, with the hat being the last to go."

We looked at each other in anticipation of an interesting evening.

"If someone," Anya continued. "Discards their hat, and is naked, then they can play another round, but if they lose they've got to pay a forfeit. And the winner of that round chooses the forfeit."

That seemed fair and we all settled down to play. Anya dealt the cards and it soon was evident that she was very good at the game. I found it quite hard holding all the cards in my hand, for nearly all were dealt each round, and sometimes I searched in vain for a good play to make. A card I was sure was somewhere in my hand but, when it came to the ideal trick, somehow could not be found.

We each lost games and piles of clothes were scattered around the kitchen. Helena and Una, having discarded their blouses early on, opted to play with their cards held close to their chests. I liked that approach because as they selected cards they pushed their breasts in a most enticing way.

Yani had elected to lose his trousers first and sat with his cards in his lap. His member, semi erect now, was more and more exposed during each round of play as cards were played and the hand of cards he was holding became smaller and smaller. I caught sight of Una leaning over to take a peep, though whether she was trying to cheat by looking at the cards, or trying to get a good look at what they partially concealed, I did not know. I preferred to assume she was taking a natural, healthy, interest in a young man's phallus than that she was a cheat.

After an hour of play, we found ourselves all dressed in just a hat, facing a fully dressed Anya. Then Yani lost his hat. He was about to defer and leave the table but Helena spoke up, "Try another round Yani, your luck must change. If you win then you could take the losers hat as a forfeit." She grinned at him, looking as if she would be happy to give up her bonnet to this handsome lad.

He lost again, and Anya won. We all held our breath waiting to see what punishment he would be given. Would it be to stand on the table and sing a folk song? Would it be to clean the privy? Or perhaps run up and down the street in the rain stark naked?

"Yani," said Anya, her voice betraying no emotions as usual. "Pleasure your mistress to the best of your ability."

The lad stood and walked over to Helena and, before I could act to restore proper manners, got her to stand and then bend over the table. She lay face down, grinning and studying the grain of the wood, as he crouched down and applied his tongue to her exposed quim and anus.

"You two still playing?" asked Anya of myself and Una.

Una and I dragged our eyes from the carnal scene at the end of the table and we both nodded. Anya dealt. Helena should have been given a hand, she was still wearing her bonnet, but she didn't seem interested in continuing the game. She gasped and moaned quietly by my side.

It was hard to concentrate and, as a consequence, I lost. The only compensation was that Una and I had exactly the same number of tricks, so we had both lost. We obediently put aside our hats as Anya dealt us in again, not even asking if we wanted to play. To be frank I was beginning to anticipate what was going to happen if we lost, and was not unhappy with the idea. I did however have my pride and tried to win as many tricks as possible.

Next to me things had become much more noisy and athletic. Yani had turned Helena over and she was now lying on her back, with her legs dangling over the edge of the table, as he stood and vigorously copulated with her. The whole table was shaking and her gasps of pleasure were getting very distracting.

"Helena," I said, sorting through my cards looking for some high values.

"Yes uh Damion uh," she replied.

"I'm trying to concentrate here."

"Sorry uh master," she replied. "I will uh try to uh keep uh it quiet .... oh lordy lordy."

She failed in her efforts and, as Una and I played our last cards, she shuffled backwards and pulled Yani on top of her so they were both now on top of the table. His renewed thrusts caused her to gently scream.

I had lost. Anya looked at me and said, "Master, your forfeit is to pleasure your maidservant. And not to hold back from giving her what she has wanted for days."

Una got onto the table next to Helena and spread her legs. She reached between her thighs and ran her fingers over her sex, pulling her quim apart to reveal herself to me. The other hand was at her mouth and she sucked two fingers in a most erotic, and suggestive, manner. I decided to pay the forfeit even though, as master of the house, I could have refused. As I climbed onto the table, trembling in anticipation of the delight of pleasuring such a beautiful woman, I saw Anya collect up her pack of cards.

Now I will admit I was distracted. And I will admit it was something only seen out of the corner of my eye. But it seemed to me that Anya held out her hand and all the cards jumped from the table to join the ones she held. And neatened themselves up without her having to tap them on the table.

"I will see you on the morrow," said Anya, and went upstairs, though by now I wasn't really paying her much attention. I was too busy trying to push my member into my new maidservant. Her sex was tight, much tighter than Helena's, but once I had wriggled the head of my phallus in, she completed the penetration by pulling energetically on my buttocks. I groaned, and she gasped, with pleasure as my member became fully engulfed in warm, welcoming, flesh. A massive thunderbolt rang out overhead as if the gods themselves were annoyed by our coupling, but by the time I had made a few thrusts I was totally committed to our little table-top orgy. The gods themselves could not have stopped me.

As Yani and I plunged into our respective partners I mused on the quality of kitchen table the old doctor had purchased. An oaken table strong enough to take the weight of four adults, and well constructed enough to cope with the side to side motion generated by phalluses being hammered into willing vaginas. There was a lot of squeaking and groaning sounds from the table, almost as much as from the four of us on top, but it steadfastly refused to collapse.

Helena made signs to Yani that she wished to be on top and he obediently lay under her, his phallus pointing skyward. She clambered over him and plunged her sex down to impale herself on his magnificent phallus. Seeing this Una indicated to me that she would like to do the same and soon I was looking up at her, clutching at her wonderful little breasts, and trying to keep control of my urge to ejaculate.

It felt like the two ladies were competing for the title of 'most energetic copulation', if such a competition exists. Both Yani and I grunted and clenched our teeth as the two women lifted their hips and then slammed themselves down onto us. I looked at Una, above me, a sheen of sweat building up on her taut torso. And Helena, to the side, with droplets of sweat rolling in little rivulets down her generous breasts. they both had their mouths open and both were rolling their eyes with pleasure. And I was beginning to lose control. Soon I would ejaculate if I didn't get some pause in this remorseless forfeit.

I was also beginning to think I would like to retire to bed with Helena, once I had had my fill of Una, of course. But to do that I needed to break Una's fascination with me, redirect her passion at someone more her own age and status. I formulated a plan, which first required Una to be facing away from me instead of constantly watching my every movement and facial expression.

"Let us pleasure like animals," I said. "On all fours, and side by side. What do you think, ladies?"

"Oh yes," said Helena.

I could always rely on her to be enthusiastic about a change of position. She pulled herself from Yani and placed herself on hands and knees and wiggled her bottom enticingly. Her buttock cheeks trembled in a most erotic manner, a frame for her gaping vagina, slick with her juices. He staggered up from his prone position, clearly anxious to try this new treat.

"What think you, Una?" I asked.

She looked over at Helena and read the clear anticipation of pleasure on her face. Then she, reluctantly it seemed, released me from under her and took her place next to Helena. They held hands, in a most charming manner, as Yani positioned himself behind his mistress and thrust in. Una watched Helena's face intensely as my assistant reacted and responded to the powerful thrust, her eyes opening wide as she grunted and took his length. I moved next to Yani and entered Una in turn, trying to mirror the younger lads powerful thrust. Una gasped and clutched at Helena in a most gratifying way. I glanced over at Yani, nodded and we both set off to pleasure the ladies, in perfect time, like soldiers on parade. Thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw, a steady pleasuring that we could both maintain for some time.

Una and Helena hung onto each other and, as the pleasuring gained pace, they started to cry out and moan. The storm had made things very humid so by now we were all slick with sweat. I found my hands slipping on Una's buttocks and moved them forward to her slender waist. Yani had a different technique for keeping his grip. He sucked his thumb and pressed it against Helena's anal sphincter.

"Ah," said my assistant. Then, "Ooooh!" as his thumb entered her. He bent his digit in her which effectively locked his hand onto her backside.

Helena started to moan Yani's name and encourage him to thrust harder and Una copied her. I found that watching my assistant being pleasured at the same time as my own member was plunging into Una was an intense joy. Despite Una being abused by my Father, with his gigantic phallus, her vagina had not been stretched as it would eventually be by childbirth. The resilience of youth made her a snug fit, I might even say tight. There was a danger that I would soon spill my seed.

I had also learned that I was right to avoid a career as a soldier. Yani was still thrusting methodically and maintaining his speed. He could not have done better if I had set a metronome running as a pace maker. In contrast I had strayed from the beat so that when Yani pushed in I was in the process of pulling out, and vice versa. If we had been marching I would now be putting the wrong leg forward. So, I was out of beat, and nearly ready to ejaculate, a fine mess. I was saved by Una having a climax.

"Oh! Oh! Master Damion!", she squeaked. "Haa haa haa haa haaaaaaaa!"

I always had thought that Helena was prone to having a climax if she felt or heard someone else having one, and this proved true again.

"Ah Yani, uh, fuck, fuck, shiiiiiiit!" she screamed, using words that I was sure that Freida had been trying to persuade her were not in the vocabulary of an upper class lady.

Yani must have been in the same situation as I, close to ejaculation, for he did the same as me. We both pulled out so that the movements of our ladies as they thrashed about would not send us over the edge. I reached over to Yani and grasped his member. It was slippery with Helena's secretions but I managed to hold on as I pointed it at Una's quim, he took the hint, released his thumb from Helena's anus, and we swapped positions. He grasped Una's waist, in an imitation of the way I had been holdinh her, and thrust manfully in.

"Oh! Master Damion," Una cried, mistaking him for me. "Yes, yes, give me more."

Helena kissed her as Yani started a rapid thrusting. Una gave a series of muffled cries and released Helena's hand, moving to grasp the edge of the table with both hands. Then, as Helena broke the kiss, the cries became clear and conveying great passion. I got off the table, wandered around to watch Una's face, and witnessed her expression as her mind, overwhelmed with pleasuring, went through joy at seeing me, puzzlement, and then shock as she realised someone else must be penetrating her.

"Master Damion ... how? ... who? ... oh oh oh oh!" she gasped, then glanced back to see Yani. Her face took on an expression of pure joy and Helena and I left them to it. As we got to the top of the stairs we heard her having another climax and this time the name Yani was mentioned, very frequently.

14th June, in the year 1784.

I am writing this entry in my journal after breakfast, and before any patients arrive. Hopefully I can get the details down in the cold light of day and before it fades, like all dreams do. It was a most remarkable experience.

Was last night a dream? If so then it was the most real dream I have ever experienced. Or was it a hallucination brought on by too much work and not enough gratification? I must write quickly so that I don't forget any details, and I will continue to follow my vow to write the entire truth about the things that happen to me.

It started early this morning. I was awoken by a sound, the dying notes of a wolf howl, and because Helena had insisted last night that we copulate above the covers and in the starlight, I had opened the shutters of our bedroom window. She had joked with me at the time, recalling my adventure to 'open Sophie's shutters', and promised that if I got out of the warmth of the bed to do this she would make it worth my while. She was true to her word.

Now it was sometime in the pre-dawn hours and a summer moon provided the illumination. By its light I could see Helena slipping out of the bedroom, looking ghost-like in her almost transparent nightdress. I lay there, awaiting the sound of a jug of water being thrown down the privy, and her return. But there was no sound of water, just a creak of wood that made me think she had gone downstairs.

Then I observed a change in the light. Something had come between the moonlight and the window. I glanced over expecting that a cloud had crossed the moon, and was astonished to see two women looking in. Their pale faces had wide eyes and open mouths that spoke of passion. One had short fair hair and the other, in contrast, had long tresses as black as a raven. Their eyes gazed upon me as I might gaze in a good meal, hungry but with the prospect of relief from hunger very soon.

"Let us in," they chorused.

I got out of bed, feeling quite lusty. Their voices were strange, it was as if they were speaking straight into my mind. And the undertones went directly to my loins causing my member to stir. Despite these effects, my mind was still my own, to some degree. I was puzzled by their presence at my window and wondered how they had got up ten metres to present themselves. (For those of my readers who think in yards and feet that would be about 33 ft.)

"Come to me," said the blonde.

"No, come to me," said the raven-haired one.

And they both clutched at their bosoms through the flimsy material of their night dresses, opened their mouths even wider, and licked their lips. I saw flickering tongues, deep red lips, and a flash of unnaturally white teeth.

I was alarmed. These women had clearly climbed a ladder up to my window, perhaps two ladders for they couldn't both fit on one. They had done it dressed only in their nightclothes. They were clearly enamoured of me, and were competing with each other for my approval. And now they had let go of their ladders with their hands to grasp their breasts and push them at me, presumably to help me decide which of them I desired most. A dangerous move that risked them falling to the ground.

"Ladies," I cried. "Be careful you do not fall."

"Open the window," said the blonde, lifting her breasts, pushing them together, and teasing her nipples through the translucent cloth.

"Yes, open the window," said her companion, making her mouth into a very round O shape and then pushing out her, very long and skillful-looking, tongue between very long and sharp incisors.

So blonde was offering to take my member between her breasts, and raven-haired was offering to bathe my member in her mouth. It is an indication of my strange state of mind at that moment that I did not question these possibilities. What I did question was the wisdom of opening the window to this pair.

"I dare not," I told them. "For the window opens outwards and I might knock you from your ladders."

By now I had arrived at the window and, by the wisdom of the old doctor in choosing the best quality, least distorting, glass, I could see the women fairly clearly. There were no ladders. They were stood in the air. Oh no, I thought, this is the behaviour of vampires, I must be dreaming.

There was no logic to it but my next thought was that Helena might be in danger. That this stratagem by the ladies might be a distraction to keep me occupied. It was obviously a dream but, if you care for someone, then you would try to help them even in a dream. I turned away from the floating ladies and, ignoring their howls of frustration, set my course for the stairs. I could hear murmured voices above me. Perhaps Anya, Yani and Una were to become part of the dream too.

As I padded down the stairs in my bare feet I felt a sharp pain. Do you get splinters in your feet in dreams? Previously I had mostly floated my way through any dreams, moving from one scene to another almost without effort, this felt very real. But, as I entered the hallway, it was clear I was still in dreamland. Helena was stood there, facing the Lawyer, and the front door was wide open. She must have opened it and let him enter. And she was about to let him do more. In fact if my dream continued in this vein she would be letting him enter her body.

She was gasping with passion, every movement she made, every look she gave, was telling me she desired the old man before her. She had pulled her nightdress off her shoulders to reveal her breasts and was churning her hips. She had inclined her head to one side, stretching her neck, presenting it to him. The Lawyer stood with his arms outstretched, hands like claws, mouth wide, vampire teeth evident. He made a step closer to her, his great coat flapping to reveal its scarlet silk lining. She didn't flinch but welcomed his approach, as if his touch was about to be the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. I had a strong feeling of annoyance, she'd never looked like that for me!