Franengeld

Previously in Frankengeld. Damion, Helena and the members of the Mystery Club have been attending Elodie's Literary Soiree. They have heard erotic tales, gothic monologues, and sexy poems. Afterwards Damion invited Lord Philip to test the newly created potion for Lord Mutunus - the Priapus Potion. They retire to Madam Schwartz's brothel where Philip starts with the fat Celeste. Lord Philip gives a good performance but, to her consternation, is still very hard and very erect after his first ejaculation.

Now read on ...

19th June in the year 1784, late evening.

"Fucking hell," breathed Celeste. "I suppose this means round two."

Rounds were a reference to bare-knuckle boxing, where the brutal bouts were divided into short intervals of bloody combat, separated by a minute of rest for the fighters to recover. Celeste didn't look as if she'd recovered but submitted to being placed face down, her posterior in the air. Philip gently touched the twin globes of her bottom and pushed home.

His first strokes were slow and gentle but, when this stimulation was not adequate he started to speed up.

"Doctor Damion," he said between gritted teeth. "I must cum again. I think that's the only way this unholy erection will subside. Not that the girl seems unhappy, though I would be reassured if you would converse with her, face to face."

As Philip got faster and faster, seeking that sensation all men know when the spilling of their seed is imminent, I put my notebook aside and knelt by the side of the bed.

Celeste's face was flushed and sweaty and, when she noticed me she reached out to grasp my hands as a drowning person might hold on to their rescuer. Her breath was coming in short, sharp, grunts, timed exactly to the moment Philip's thrusts were deepest.

"Are you alright, Celeste?" I asked.

"I'm ... uh ... gud ... uh ... doc ... uh ... tor," she replied. "Take ... uh ... ing ... uh ... it ... uh ... like ... uh ... I'm ... uh ... paid ... uh ... to."

"Philip," I raised my head and looked over Celeste's quivering buttocks, which were shaking with each thrust. "Hold fast for a moment, I'm finding it hard to understand her."

He stopped and Celeste took a deep breath.

"E's fucking me hard," she gasped. "But that's me job and he's not slapping, pinching or strangling me. So it's okay ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh."

Philip had taken me at my word, he'd allowed only a moment to converse and was back thrusting, faster than before. His expression was of great concentration. I had seen that look on my own face, a year ago, in the mirrored wall of a house of ill repute in Engolstadt. In that case I had been trying to do the opposite, endevouring to hold back from ejaculating too soon, but I knew here that Philip was trying to make himself 'cum', as the English termed it.

For another thirty minutes he pounded away while I made notes, and even took the pulse of him and his partner. Celeste began to look distressed and I bent low to listen to her grunts.

"Aaah aaah nuh nuh," she moaned. Then a clear word, "Helppp."

I rushed around to Philip and put my hand on his shoulder. He stopped and looked across at me, sweat dripping from his face. I opened the door and called out.

"Madam Schwartz, please bring wine and ale, and a new girl. Celeste has done her duty."

Celeste, released from her impalement, got off the bed, slowly and cautiously. She grabbed her clothes but didn't even bother to dress before fleeing the room. I grabbed her hand, and pushed a few coins into her palm as a bonus. She stared at them, bobbed a very quick curtsy to Philip, and ran.

"Who would my Lord like next?" came Madam Schwartz's question.

I looked over at Philip. He was panting, breathless, dripping in sweat and in no condition to reply. I chose one I thought most likely to bring him to completion, "Please send in Inga, if she is available."

Bisa, the black girl, brought us a tray of drinks and I passed a goblet of wine to Philip that he hungrily consumed. I took a small glass of weak beer as I wished to keep my wits about me and make accurate observations.

Madam Schwartz appeared at the door with the tiny, slender, Inga. She was a beautiful girl, slim and delicately proportioned but with large breasts for her frame. Her skin was flawless and very pale and her hair was blonde, that on her quim was so fair it was almost invisible, making her look younger than her true years. She undid her ties and slid her dress to the floor then walked over to join Philip on the bed, looking like an ice maiden, a pagan goddess of beauty. I could not help smiling at Philip's luck, to be able to pleasure this wonder. And with me paying the bill, too.

"Treat her well, Herr Doctor," said Madam Schwartz, closing the door. "I know Philip, he is a true Lord and gentlemen. And you Herr Doctor, who has helped me," she winked. "I am truly grateful. I trust you both with her, my delicate flower. Do not betray my trust."

Inga lay on the bed and stared directly into Philip's eyes with her ice blue eyes then, in a move of pure eroticism, she spread her legs wide, lifted them up, and grasped the ankles with her hands. It left her quim completely exposed, a delicate flower of flesh, ready to be penetrated. Philip swore, put his goblet on the side table, and almost leapt forward to place his phallus at the entrance to her love cave. She gently arched her back and licked her lips.

"Take me," she said huskily. "Take me Lord Philip, enter me, bring your manhood to my women's parts so we may ... ooooooooh!!!"

Philip was not prepared to let her get to the end of her speech, which I thought a little rude, but plunged straightway into her. Her mouth opened wide and a long moan escaped her lips. He, having achieved full penetration, grasped her young, firm, breasts and set to plunging his member into her. Her composure was quickly broken, like ice on a lake when the skater persists in the exercise too far into spring.

"Oh lordy," she screamed. "Goodness ... aaah ... shit ... shit ... oh my God!"

Philip grunted and thrust and Inga struggled to hang on to her own ankles. Her nipples, showing between his fingers were engorged and much extended; a clear sign of an aroused female. Eventually she gave up the struggle and released her long, slender legs to bounce around under his assault, moving her hands to claw at his back. He shifted his hold to her back pulling her close, and the pair of them rolled around on the bed rutting like animals.

He thrust and she ground her hips against him and then, like a well choreographed piece of ballet, they separated and lay side by side. Philip was behind her and he plunged into her vagina again, his hands mauling her breasts. She put one hand behind her to cup his buttock and encourage his movements, and the other she placed on her quim. She parted the lips at the top of her crack, found her nub, and proceeded to stimulate herself most vigorously. Her head was pushed back onto his shoulder and his turned to her. They kissed, tongues lapping and delving, with satisfied moans. I was, I'll admit, a little jealous and I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of only paying to watch.

The plan with the second girl was to get Philip to ejaculate again. This would, I was sure, result in his phallus losing its tumescence. I was already happy with the results of the test, I would prescribe three drops of potion for Lord Mutunus, given that he was a god, and if the result was similar to the effect on Philip's member then Mutunus must surely be satisfied. I consulted my watch and noted the time, adding a new note to those about Philip. 'Started the spoons position, still fully erect.'

I also wrote the words 'dosage three drops for the Greek client' in my notebook then turned my attention back to the couple in the bed. During my brief lapse in attention Inga had moved, or been moved, to lie flat on her front, with Philip poised over her, hammering away. His thrusts were moving her along the bed. Her eyes were turned up so the iris was no longer visible, she was ineffectually clutching at the sheets, her magnificent breasts were squashed under her, and low moans were coming from her mouth. Then her eyelids started to flutter and she gasped out her climax. As before, the girl's climax stimulated Philip to ejaculate, and I noted this fact, and the time.

But he didn't stop. I got from my seat, surprised, and moved to a position where I could observe his member. It was clearly still fully erect. Philip gave a groan and changed the angle of his thrusts to try to give his member more stimulation. This had the effect of stimulating Inga as well and her panting became more ragged. I also observed that she was slowly being pushed to the edge of the bed. If this continued she would soon be in a most humiliating position, hanging off the edge of the bed.

I rushed around to the side of the bed and grabbed Inga's hands, she had her eyes screwed shut. She opened them when she felt my touch and gave me a weak smile. I considered putting my hands on her shoulders and preventing her from moving, but judged this would mean Philip's thrusts might hurt her more. The male has a piece of bone, the pubic bone, just above where the penis joins the torso. Hard thrusts to the full depth of the phallus meant this would strike the labial lips and potentially bruise the woman. Restraining her, and preventing her forward motion, would increase the impact.

So, I contented myself with holding her hands and hoping that Philip would ejaculate soon. After another minute or so I needed to shift my grip to hold her forearms to continue to support her. Then I had to put my hands under her chest and let her head rest on my shoulder. In this position I was forced to cup her breasts, a delightful experience for they had the wonderful firmness of youth. Her hot breath was warming my neck and I turned to face her, to become the recipient of a deep and passionate kiss.

"Mmmm mmmm mmmm," she moaned, words clearly beyond her as she was shunted further off the bed. I moved my grip again to support her and found myself with a hand on her gorgeously rounded little tummy. Then, after a few more thrusts, I was touching her quim, my fingers tangled in her delicate pubic hair. My first and second fingers ran down her crack with the next thrust and I touched her secret nub. With her pounding, from a Philip desperate to ejaculate, her body continued to move back and forth and I inadvertently rubbed her nub.

The effect was electric. Franz Mesmer could not have generated a bigger reaction if he'd applied his natural electrical stimulation directly to Inga's sex. Her eyes opened very wide, she gave a gasp and a shudder, and then was thrashing about as her climax overtook her. It must have been very intense for she slumped into my arms after two minutes of chaotic movements. Philip managed to keep his member within her all during this time, though it must have been tricky as she bucked and writhed.

"My God," he said. "What have I done to her?"

"You have brought about a profound pleasure in her," I replied, though in truth I had contributed to it. "I would not be surprised if the girl, once she recovers, asked for the position of your mistress."

"I can feel her ... oh my goodness .. it comes again!" yelled Philip and I could see he was pumping his seed deep into the girl. The ejaculation seemed to last for a good two minutes, unfortunately my pocket watch was over on the side table so I could not measure it accurately. After taking a moment to steady himself Philip pulled a flaccid member from Inga. He looked inordinately pleased.

Inga groaned and swore, "Fuck!" Then, after a further minute, managed to say, "They told me the English were poor lovers."

I collected my notepad, pencil and watch and Philip dressed. Then I pressed a coin into Inga's hand, she smiled weakly and saluted Philip with one finger, it was all she seemed capable of.

Back in the lounge I looked around for Madam Minna. There were two men sitting with some girls but I could not see Minna amongst them. I approached Madam Schwartz.

"Where is Minna?" I asked, very quietly. "Has she gone home? Has she abandoned her adventure?"

"She is here," replied Madam Schwartz. Then added, as if to suggest to the waiting men that Minna was her whore and not one of my friends, "She is busy at the moment, Sir, but might be available in an hour." Then she glanced around and noted that the men were not paying us attention but were talking with the girls. She drew Lord Philip and I close, and whispered, "Would you care to observe?"

Our rapid nods told her we were very interested and she led the way to a door. Beyond, the room was long but very narrow and only faintly illuminated. It was far too narrow for even a single bed. It might have been a store room in earlier days.

"I asked her if she was prepared to play a game of anvil and hammer," said our guide. "Upon seeing the client she understood, and agreed."

Down one wall of the room there was a heavy curtain. Madam Schwartz closed the lantern shutter so we were left in almost pitch darkness, then we heard the swish of the curtain and a noise like a small cupboard being opened. We were looking at a small window of fine glass and we could see into the room next door. This was lit with a low lamp that cast a red glow on everything. Presumably, since our room was dark, any occupant of that room could not see us.

Each side of the window there was an ornate grille with a cover that was now folded back against the wall. Sounds came through the grille from the room beyond, and what sounds! Grunts and groans and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Through the window we could see a large bed. And on the bed was Minna. She was kneeling with her hands before her - as if in prayer - with a gigantic man behind her. I recognised him, it was Klaus the Blacksmith. He was holding her arms, just above the elbows, with his huge hands, and was thrusting hard into her from behind. Klaus was a big man, used to wielding a large hammer for hours on end. His shoulders were wide and massively muscled, his chest was enormous, his biceps huge, though his waist was very small for such a large man. His thighs were muscled like a bull, with great power, which he was now demonstrating as he rammed his member into Madam Minna at a furious rate.

"Yah ... yah ... yah," cried Madam Minna, her gasps forced from her at each moment of full penetration. The power of his strokes rammed his phallus into her, squashing her buttocks, making her thighs quiver, and her breasts bounce upon her chest.

She is completely absorbed in the pleasuring, I thought, she would not notice even if Philip and I were in the same room with her. Even if we were right next to the bed. She was masked, but with the kind of half mask that left her mouth uncovered so I could see her O of surprise as her pleasuring continued. It was a sensible choice of design for it allowed for the possibility that she might be required to use her mouth to pleasure a man's member, whilst retaining anonymity. I wondered what whore name she had chosen.

Minna suddenly arched her back and let out a long, loud, moan. I guessed she had experienced a climax and wondered if that was her first tonight or if she had had many more. Klaus held her fast, impaled on his member, while she shuddered and twitched for a good fifteen seconds. Then he pulled out. His enormous phallus was still hard and rampant, and the red light in the room made it look like the phallus of some sort of demon. Minna gave a whimper of disappointment. But, to her evident delight, he wasn't finished. He turned her around to face him, prompting her to shower his face and chest with kisses. Then he pushed so she fell flat on her back. She reached out joyfully to accept his phallus, spread her legs as wide as she could manage, and he lay on top of her, his weight pressing her into the sheets.

His bulk hid her from our view except for her two pale arms that clutched at his back, and her legs that now kicked in the air, forced wide by the size of his thighs. Philip and I watched as, without moving a muscle anywhere else, he lifted his taut buttocks up, and then drove down again, pushing his phallus deep into her. He repeated the action and it was like a hammer hitting an anvil each time. A precise stroke upon the anvil of her quim.

"Yah ... Yah ... Yah," grunted Minna, then her voice got louder and she changed to words. She was, I believed, finally coming out of her period of mourning and was finally being able to express her pleasure openly, and loudly. She shrieked at the top of her voice, "Yes ... Yes ... Oh Lord ... Yesssss! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! More!! More!! More!!!"

"He can do this all day," said Madam Schwartz. "But if you watch any longer I'll have to charge you for the privilege."

"She is happy," I replied, as Minna's screams of pleasure echoed in my head. "That is all I wanted to know. Thank you Madam."

We departed, feeling uplifted. Even in the street Minna's screams could faintly be heard, an excellent advertisement for the brothel. This has been a good excursion, a scientific test had been performed successfully and a woman was happy in her new hobby.

As we walked back towards Philip's house he asked, "Did the experiment go well? Did we split the light and learn a great scientific truth?"

"It went very well," I assured him. "You had a full erection, possibly more engorged than you have ever had before, and you kept it for a full ninety minutes."

"Ninety minutes," he said, aghast. "It didn't seem that long. That is astonishing, I had considered one quarter of an hour to be a good showing previously."

Now for the possible bad news. A penis that erect, for that amount of time, might have damaged the delicate spongy tissues inside that maintained an erection. I had not considered that the medication might be that potent, and I was now worried.

"Philip," I said. "I would like to study the effects of the potion on your member over the long term."

"You want to study my cock?"

"Yes," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "Just to check there are no serious effects from using the potion. I need to see that you can still maintain a healthy erection."

"And this isn't because you're one of those men who likes cocks as much as he likes cunts?" he grinned at me.

"No," I blustered, rather embarrassed by his suggestion, and crude words, but strangely aroused by it as well. I had an image, a very illegal image, of me lying on my back playing with my phallus as Philip buggering me. And that I was moaning with pleasure, enjoying the experience. I shook my head to remove the image, which I think Philip just took as a reinforcement to my words. "I just want to ensure that the potion, in making your member very hard, has not damaged the natural mechanisms for erection."

"Very well," he said. "I will permit myself to be a scientific subject for you a while longer. Provided you agree to something in return."

"What's that?" Was he going to ask if he could lay me on my back and bugger me? And, if that was the price to pay, would I accept it?

"If I ever return to England I would like some of the potion to take with me. There's a Hellfire Club near my manor."

Relief flooded me. He wasn't going to ask me to be his lover.

I considered his request for a sample for a few moments. It was a reasonable thing to ask, and I could always dilute the potion if it proved dangerous. I had heard of the Hellfire Clubs, some in Dublin, others in England. The most famous was organised by Francis Dashwood, in a place called Wycombe. I'd read in reports that the club lasted from 1749 to 1760, and was notorious for gambling and fornication under the guise of worshipping Satan. It seemed an ideal venue for my potion to be used.