Frankengeld Pt 33

Previously in Frankengeld. Victor finished his story and Damion has recommended bed rest, and that he should not continue to search for the monster. In the summerhouse Damion has witnessed Paul playing Elizabeth's no-penetration game, which went wrong and has resulted in him taking her maidenhead. He and Damion then introduced her to the experience of being spit-roast. Throughout she pretended that the man in her fanny was Victor. The next day the juice collector arrives from the glass-blower and Helena and Una have taken it away to do their own 'scientific' experiment. After chasing Yani away from listening at the door to the bedroom Damion becomes worried about what is happening inside, he decides to look through the keyhole.

Now read on ...

Luckily the key was not in the lock so there was an uninterrupted view through the narrow hole. Unfortunately the view was not very edifying. I could see the edge of the bed, and a hand - I thought it might be Una's - but that was about the limit of my vision. The hand was placed on the bed in such a position that it appeared Una was leaning back on her arms. As I watched her hand twitched and she grabbed a handful of bed clothes. I had seen women do that before, grasping at the sheets as pleasure overtook them.

But was I right? Might I be misinterpreting the grasping action. And I could not see Helena. She might be having problems and here I was, outside, where I could not help her. I opened the door and peeped around.

"What took you so long, Damion?" said Helena. She was sat on the bed facing Una their legs intertwined and she was churning her hips. Sweat was trickling from her as she writhed energetically. It gave her a wonderful sheen, a glow, that made me want to take her in my arms. But, of course, Una was in the way.

Una was speechless, her jaw was slack as she moved her hips forward and back. I looked between them. Presumably they were using the collector but I had imagined a more refined process. Perhaps with one person gently pushing and pulling the device, or even with it being a solo process. I moved to try to see what our glassmaker friend had created and Helena reached out her hand to draw me closer.

It was blue, a deep intense cobalt blue, and the design was a little different to Helena's original drawing. I hadn't asked her what discount she had arranged with Hans when she went to his bed a few days ago. Now I could see she had swapped a discount for an enhancement in design.

The collector had been made as two phalluses, back to back, sharing the same scrotum. And they were curved slightly. Helena and Una were happily using each end and their writhing bodies made the device move inside their companions vagina, which, from their faces I judged was giving extra pleasure. It was still possible to use the device with one hand holding a phallus and thrusting the other end into the woman, so in that way the device did have a handle. It was just that the handle was essentially the same as the working end, if I could describe it that way.

The scrotum had been made hollow, as per Helena's design but where the shaft of each phallus was deep, intense, blue the scrotum was much more transparent. Hans had cunningly crafted the scrotum in clear glass so that you could see if any liquid was in there, and he had even arranged for curving lines of deep blue that allowed an estimate of the quantity. I could see that the scrotum was currently half full of intimate juices. They had a creamy look about them.

Helena had an orgasm at that moment and held herself still on the collector. Inside her vagina I knew that her muscles were going into spasms and wondered if this would translate into more intimate juices being pumped into the collector. As Una tried to behave while her mistress was cumming, and not move about too much, I watched as more juices slithered down and added to those within the scrotum.

Helena sighed and shuddered and then rewarded Una by changing her posture. She pushed the younger woman back until she was lying on her elbows and then started to thrust with her hips. She seemed to be holding her end of the collector in her vagina, and pleasuring Una with the other end. In front of me was the image of a woman with a penis, a hermaphrodite. It was strangely erotic.

I was a bit surprised at how competent Helena was at moving her body to thrust like a man and, for a moment, wondered if she had been practising. But where would she practice, and with whom? No it must be that she had a natural talent at this movement. Her thrusts caused Una's small, pert, breasts to quiver in the most delightful way.

This form of pleasuring was certainly working on Una who was now gripping the bed clothes. Her legs were trembling with passion as Helena thrust the whole length of the collector into her time and time again. Then she gasped and cried, "Oh Helena ... yes ... yes .... aaaah!"

I watched as she wriggled for about half a minute then collapsed back on the bed. Helena withdrew then, after allowing time for Una's juices to trickle in, deftly removed the collector and handed it over to me. I gripped it tightly, it was slippery with secretions, and pulled out a kerchief to dry it. The scrotum was two thirds full.

"This is wonderful," I said. "I will bottle this immediately."

Helena collapsed forwards onto Una and they clung to each other, breast to breast. "Let us know when you need more," she grinned. "Now leave us alone to recover from our scientific experiment."

I carried the precious cargo of intimate fluids down to the laboratory. Even though I had wrapped part of the collector in my kerchief the two phalluses were still very obvious. As I passed through the hallway I noticed Yani straining to get a sight of the thing, and then his mouth wide open in shock as he did.

Down in the laboratory I cleaned a flask then uncorked the collector and held it so the drainage hole was positioned over the flask. The fluid, the product of two women who loved pleasuring, slowly dripped into the flask. My arms began to ache so I dragged a flask clamp over to my part of the table, stretching out with one hand while keeping the collector over the flask with the other. I clamped it and left it dripping while I started to look around for the other things I needed.

The intimate fluids were quite thick so I decided I needed to dilute them. Luckily I had a flagon of pure water, from a nearby mineral spring, that I already used when a patient could do with mineral supplements. There could be no harm in adding healthy elements to my elixir, I thought.

Once the last of the fluids had dripped into the flask I topped it up with mineral water, stirred the mix, and set it over a flame. I thoroughly washed the collector and wondered where to hide it. I decided to have a discussion with Helena later about that problem. She might want it nearby, I thought.

The object of heating was to sterilize the liquid, removing anything harmful that might grow in it. Once it had reached a suitable temperature I cooled it, then reached for the powder part of the Elixir of Pleasure I had already created. Mixed together, blended, filtered and again gently heated, the resulting syrup looked, and smelled, like honey. And it passed the Hand of Toxicity test.

I looked around for a container and found a jar that once contained a preserve, jam I think. In the elixir went. I was ready for a test.

I remembered Madam Schwartz and her cautionary tale of the Good Doctor of Edinburgh. Testing things on myself was going to be a last resort, just in case medical help is needed. When the Good Doctor transformed into Mr Hyde the evil man had neither the knowledge, or the desire, to 'cure' himself. Luckily I had a test subject. Someone who enjoyed her pleasures. Gerda.

I had promised her that I would allow her to test the elixir. Now to follow up on that promise. I returned the elixir to the shelf and went back to my study. Here I wrote a letter to Gerda and sent Yani to deliver it. A quick trip to the nearby tavern, and a negotiation with a cook and a musician, and all was prepared for when my subject arrived.

It was late afternoon and the sun was already dipping toward the horizon when Paul turned up at Number 34. He didn't even give Yani a chance to open the door but opened it himself and strode into our hallway.

"Damion!" he shouted. "Doctor Damion, where are you?"

I emerged from my study where I had been studying the little book that the delectable Sophie had given me. Paul was clearly in an agitated state.

"What has happened?" I asked. "Has Victor taken a turn for the worse?"

"I've lost him," said Paul. There was a look of shame in his eyes that was more intense than I expected with such news. True, he had failed in the duty I had laid on him at my last visit to Schloss Frankenstein, and as an ex-military man this would bring shame, but there was clearly more to the tale.

"Come into my study," I said. "Tell me what has transpired."

He sat down heavily on the chair used by my patients. He looked exhausted, and I was prompted to enquire, "When did you last eat and drink?"

The answer was more hours ago than was healthy so I ran to the kitchen. Una was there. Helena, of course, was away, learning reading and writing with Freida.

"Do we have any of that delicious stew left?" I enquired.

"Yes, master Damion."

"Please Una," I said. "Bring a bowl of stew and a bottle of beer to my study. Paul is in need of sustenance."

Shortly after, once a bowl of stew had been eaten ravenously and a bottle of beer drunk in almost a single draught, he was able to tell his tale.

"I took heed of your words and have remained at Schloss Frankenstein. The Baron was most pleased to have me as a guest. I spent most of my time near Victor's room, or sitting with him. The Chief of Police visited this morning to brief the Baron on the progress of the hunt. Unfortunately he was unable to tell us good news. The monster remains at large."

"I personally took the news to Victor who was devastated. Though the murders are not his fault he has been terribly affected by them, and seems to take the blame."

I understood Victor's feelings of guilt, I knew the truth. I many ways the murders were the result of his actions, but I could say nothing. I had no desire to come between two good friends. And Victor had commanded that I keep his work secret. I had already broken that command with too many people.

"Elizabeth and I gave him his lunch and then Elizabeth asked me to leave them alone. She was stroking the sheets over Victor's legs and seemed to be slowly working her way up towards his crotch. I decided she was about to ... fatigue ... him. I said that I must stay, that you had asked me to keep a close eye on his condition. And I whispered to her that she must not expect him to pleasure her, he was too weak. She was not pleased and I noticed her staring at my trousers. This should have given me warning but I was too distracted to pay attention.."

"She sat and read to him from one of her favourite books for an hour and then he indicated he would like to sleep. Alone. Elizabeth left, under protest, and I sat with him until I thought he was fully asleep. Then I instructed a footman to stand outside his door and retired to my room which was next door. I stripped and got into bed, I had been awake for many hours and needed a short nap."

"But, as I lay there half asleep I heard someone come in and then get into bed next to me. I lay in the half darkness and put my hand out. I touched a woman. At first I thought the Baron had sent a servant to relieve my stress, and as a thank you for helping his son, then she spoke. 'Pleasure me,' she said. 'I need it so much and it is evident that Victor is not going to give me the fucking I desire.' I was shocked at her coarse words, as you may imagine."

"It was Elizabeth, and she was not wearing a blindfold this time. I have seen the behaviour before. A woman who desires pleasuring, finally experiences it, and returns night after night to get more of the sweet delight."

"She was naked and she put her arms around me. She pressed her breasts against my chest and put both her thighs around one of mine, pushing her quim hard against my leg. She rubbed her quim up and down my leg, then she showered my face with kisses. I let my feelings for her govern me. To my shame I turned to her and my member rose and the inevitable happened. I rolled her on her back, she opened her legs to me, crying 'yes' and 'please' repeatedly and we pleasured. We said little just let our bodies communicate our happiness and I was grateful she did not once call me Victor. We tumbled in the sheets and gave ourselves to each other many times."

This was understandable behaviour. Paul had admitted his passion for Elizabeth and I had deduced that she was in desperate need of physical contact with a man, something she had not been given by Victor. But it didn't account for his presence here. There was evidently more to his tale. I encouraged him to continue.

"We had thrown off most of the bed clothes at this point and, in one of our quiet periods, Elizabeth was laid on top of me. She had ensured her quim was easily accessible by my tongue and was hungrily sucking at my phallus. She held my thighs and was trying to take all my length, bobbing her head and using the motion to take it deeper and deeper."

"It was then there was a sharp rap at my door which opened and the Baron immediately entered. He was talking as he came, asking me to wake, be alert, and pay attention. It sounded important. He had arrived at the bottom of my bed before he realised that I was not alone. You see I had closed the shutters to help me sleep so the room was in semi-darkness. I think it took many seconds for the Baron's old eyes to adjust. Then he gasped."

Now I understood why Paul was ashamed. Had he been thrown out of Schloss Frankenstein for his behaviour? When he said he had lost Victor did he mean lost him as a friend? Paul continued his story.

"Elizabeth heard her future father-in-law's voice and released my phallus. She slid forwards over my body, which permitted me to lift my head to see what was going on. I grasped her fine thighs and took a look. She had the Baron gripped around the waist and was talking quietly to him. 'Oh Baron,' she said. 'Paul is helping me cope with the terrible things that have happened.' I thought a great rage would fall upon him and I would be ejected from the house, but he looked down in a kindly manner."

"As Elizabeth grasped him I heard him say 'Elizabeth' with a chuckle. 'You are so like my beloved wife. She too was of a passionate nature, always ready to open her legs or her mouth, and so generous with her pleasuring. And I am happy that Paul is here to support you.'"

Paul's face was joyous as he recounted this and my own relief was palpable. My memories of the Baron were of a kindly man, but all men have their limits. It seemed however that his limit had not been reached. Elizabeth and Paul continued to have his regard.

Paul saw my relief and continued, "I looked up at him over the broad buttocks of the woman I desired above all, and wondered if I could ever be so warm towards people. Then Elizabeth performed her most unusual skill. She pulled down the Baron's trousers unfastening the ties swiftly and effectively. Then she cupped his balls with one hand, and grasped his member with the other, sucking it into her mouth. To achieve this, and bring her lips to his root, she turned her head sideways because the Baron's belly was in the way of a frontal assault. He gasped and clutched at Elizabeth's shoulders, his expression one of joy."

I found it interesting he described such an intimate act in a military term, a frontal assault, he still had much of the army in him.

"Despite his age and his frail condition his member responded to Elizabeth's warm and moist mouth. Although she was engaged to his son I suppose, legally, she was still a single woman, free to give her favours to any man she pleased. After all was I not also a grateful recipient of her charms? The Baron seemed overwhelmed by her touch. He looked as if he was anxious to tell us something, but also desirous that the intense feelings he was experiencing should continue."

I wondered what news the Baron wanted to impart. Was it that the monster had been caught? Was it that his son had woken anxious to marry his sweetheart as soon as a wedding could be arranged?

"The Baron started to shout that he had not experienced such pleasure for five years, not since his beloved had passed away. And he became unable to stand passively while Elizabeth sucked. He grasped her head with both hands and lifted her chin to align her throat and started to thrust. His member had grown much under her lips and tongue and was greater in girth and length even than mine. She had learned much from you Damion. I was once told that if you enjoy a thing then you learn quickly. That was certainly the case here."

"I was tempted to join in and put her on the spit pole, as we did yesterday, but I judged it was the Baron's turn to have uninterrupted pleasure. I did not want to distract Elizabeth by my actions."

I had seen the effect of more than one man trying to pleasure a woman but who had little skill in this art. It often resulted in them copulating in an uncoordinated manner. Which lead to mistimed thrusts, bodies colliding, and phallus' dropping out of pleasure holes at the wrong moment.

"I contented myself by simply licking my thumb and pushing it into her anus," Paul continued. "So that her arse hole would lock me in place. A way of saying that I was there too, happy to be part of this sharing. She was making moaning noises which went up an octave, if that is the correct musical term, as my thumb went in. Then she wriggled her bottom in a manner that suggested she was content with the arrangement. The Baron was now gasping, groaning and breathing heavily. His face was ruddy and I began to fear his weak heart would give way when he gave a great roar and spilled his seed."

I was aware of the Baron's medical condition. His heart was suffering from an over rich diet. I would have been worried too.

"The Baron made a series of guttural sounds, like the roar of the mountain gorilla, and flung his arms wide. Elizabeth instantly pulled her head back, grabbed his member firmly, and opened her mouth wide. She took every spurt of seed directly onto her outstretched tongue and, when he had finished, she gulped it down. Then licked the spilt seed from around her mouth and swallowed that as well.

"Frankenstein seed tastes most delicious," she cried. "I do hope dear Victor's tastes as good as this."

The Baron, presenting his member to be cleaned by her tongue, said, "If Victor cannot, or will not, provide this feast then I would be very happy to oblige, my dear." Then he paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and added, "But we must find him first."

Ah, I thought, this was the nub of it. The engagement was still on, and Paul was still an honoured guest, but Victor had escaped their care.

Rushing now, as if remembering the urgency of his quest, Paul concluded his story.

"Victor had gone from his room. He had dressed and, we think, climbed down the ivy outside his bedroom window to escape. We set Elizabeth to search every room in the house, though we had to persuade her to put a nightdress on first. She would have run naked into every room otherwise in her search for her intended. The Baron organized his servants to search the grounds. It soon became clear that Victor had got clean away. He had probably feigned sleep and left soon after I had vacated his room."

Paul explained how he had taken his horse and galloped to Victor's laboratory. But it was dark and with no signs of life. The seals that the Chief of Police had put upon the door were still there and unbroken. He then came to town and enquired at the Town Hall in case Victor had looked to join a search party, and finally he came here, to number 34.