Franengeld

Previously in Frankengeld. The test of the Priapus Potion concluded successfully. Damion has been given a dagger by Lord Mutunus and an enhanced 'weapon' by Euryale. Una has been given a vagina blessed with supernatural resilience. Damion was worried about showing Helena his new enhanced phallus, but her love for him is not diminished by its greater girth and length. The next day Gerda arrives to test the Elixir of Pleasure.

Now read on...

24th June in the year 1784, mid afternoon.

It was time to start the test.

"Gerda," I explained. "Please listen carefully. This is how we will proceed."

She looked at me with her big eyes, made even prettier with her long eyelashes, and I felt a jolt of unexpected feelings. Compassion for this woman in her loveless marriage, and a little frisson of desire for her glorious body.

"I am going to give you some sweets, and have a musician play for you," I continued, trying to keep my feelings under control. "I would like you to choose three sweets and eat them. Then rate the pleasure you get from them in the same way you did for the relations with your husband. Then I would like you to listen to some music and rate it similarly. I will then give you a dose of elixir and we will repeat the process. If it is working then you should experience more pleasure and the second numbers will be higher than the first."

Yani arrived and offered the plate to Gerda. She smiled at the lad. She had completely forgotten that she had been pleasured by his tongue at the kitchen table the other day. Alicia's instructions to forget the event had clearly worked. She looked over the sweets on the plate and carefully selected three of them. Then she sat and, with an expression of great concentration, consumed them one by one. She then scribbled numbers on the paper I had provided.

Yani took the plate away, and I removed the sheet of numbers. I did not want her to look at them when she rated the experience with the elixir active in her body in case they influenced her. I then asked Max to come in and to play her two tunes, one happy and one sad. I needed to see if the elixir had a greater effect with one emotion over the other. Gerda dutifully listened to the music, and seemed to be entertained. She tapped her foot to the happy tune and sat with a wistful expression for the sad tune.

I asked Max to sit in the dining room with Una while Gerda rated the feelings from his performance. I didn't want him to see the numbers she wrote in case that influenced his second performance. I wanted him to simply repeat his recital, not try to outdo himself. Then I took the scrap of paper from her. Yani arrived with the second plate and stood quietly in the corner as I gave Greta her elixir.

I had thought carefully about the dosage and had decided to give her two spoonfuls. That way, if the dose was too strong I could recommend one spoonful in future, and if too weak, three. More than three would suggest I had not concentrated the ingredients enough and it would be back to the laboratory to start afresh. My experiences suggested people wanted their medicines in a concentrated form, and not to feel like you're eating a three course meal.

"Here Gerda," I said. "The Elixir of Pleasure."

I could not resist the opportunity to make a grand statement, fool that I was. All my medical knowledge and I did not anticipate what was about to happen.

"Thank you Damion," she smiled and took her medicine like a lamb.

I watched her for a moment then gestured for Yani to proffer his plate of sweets. As she took three there was a brief contact between their hands.

"Ooh Damion, I feel a little hot and breathless," she said.

I realised that I had no medical equipment here, it was all downstairs in the treatment rooms.

"I will be back presently," I tried to sound reassuring though, if the elixir created strong side effects as soon as this, it was quite serious. "Eat your sweets, please, then rate the pleasure you get from them."

I ran down the stairs and into the first treatment room, grabbing my thermometer. But where was the stethoscope? Probably in the other treatment room. It was, but concealed by a linen cloth, no doubt put under there by Anya as she made the room tidy. I lost valuable seconds desperately glancing around and around the room, until I thought to look under the cloth. Then I ran back upstairs hoping to see Gerda writing down her pleasure numbers for the sweets. She wasn't.

"Help!" cried Yani, looking desperately in my direction.

Sweets were scattered all over the floor and, with a disgusting squish, I trod on one. I hardly cared. I knew Anya would be very disappointed in me tomorrow for making a mess, but I could cope with that. The sight in front of me was much more concerning.

Gerda was on the floor on top of Yani, pinning him down. She had pulled off her thin dress and was naked. She was furiously pulling at his clothes and the poor lad was already half naked. His trousers were crumpled in the corner of the room.

Gerda was rubbing her quim up and down the lad's phallus and it was responding to the contact with warm flesh as only that organ can. There was a silky shine to his member and I could see that Gerda was producing copious amounts of lubrication.

I ran across to them and grabbed her arm to restrain her. She looked up at me and her pupils were greatly dilated. The iris, what I could see of it, was flecked with red and gold. There was a hunger there, a deep need, and a wild passion that would accept no delay. She shook my hand off with a little growl and, turning away, went back to running her hands over the lad's bare abdomen, and trying to remove his shirt.

Yani was a strong lad, and this was by no means the first time he had been with a woman, but the manner of this seduction was clearly beyond his experience. Gerda was exhibiting a level of passion such that even I had never seen. She was about to consume him, and the moment was getting closer and closer as his phallus stiffened. In a moment she would shift her hips and take him into her, and they would be copulating. An image came to mind of a tiger eating its meal, snarling, ripping, rending at the meat, its jaws dripping saliva. Ordinary love making, in contrast to this, would be like a kitten taking its first meal.

I dropped the stethoscope and thermometer on the table and reached with both hands to restrain Gerda. I managed to catch hold of one of her hands but the other eluded me. And, as I flailed around trying to get a grip, my free hand brushed across one breast. It was very warm, soft, except for her nipple which was engorged, erect, and very hard. Gerda turned towards me in response to this touch, and pounced. In seconds I was on my back and fighting for my modesty. Her hands pulled at my waistcoat, ripping it off me. Buttons joined the scatter of chocolates across the floor.

"Help!" I cried, looking desperately in Yani's direction.

The lad abandoned me, scuttling backwards on his backside away from Gerda and into the corner of the room. You just can't get good staff, I thought, as Gerda forced her hand down my trousers and tried to grab my penis. There was a ripping sound and a feeling of cool air on my member and I matched Yani in being trouserless. Gerda flung the remains of my trousers into the corner of the room where they crumpled. Then she put her quim over my member and started to rub forwards and back.

In this position I was able to raise my head and study her sex. She was creating copious amounts of lubrication and it looked, and smelled, like honey. Glancing up her body she was now glowing with a faint sheen of sweat. Her breasts were beginning to be slick with it making them shiny and, somehow, bigger than ever. Above these wonderful globes, and it was hard to lift my eyes higher, her upper chest was flushed the way that a woman's did just before her climax.

Her mouth was open a little and her breathing was warm upon my chest but it was her eyes that increasingly looked wrong. The pupil, that had been dilated, was now changing shape. It became a wide horizontal slot, just like a goat's eye. The more scientific part of my mind wondered what ingredient had caused this effect, running through the list. Ah, I thought, Goats Foot Morraine was perhaps the culprit, a roadside herb with, as the herbal books stated 'no valid use' but one which I had added due to its fame as a stimulant.

Gerda was emitting a series of low growls, I had never heard a more potent expression of lust, even when Helena was having one of her really randy days. Then Gerda achieved what she wanted. Penetration. My member had been unable to ignore the stimulation, even with me trying to think of things that were not erotic, it had stiffened. And that was all Gerda needed. She shifted forwards, tucked the head of my member into her welcoming vagina, and then slid back until I was fully inside her.

What could I do? I had never been a man to use violence. The idea of hitting a woman was anathema to me. I tried to gently push Gerda off but she was stronger than I. Much stronger. And, if Helena had seen us now she would have told me to just give in, enjoy the experience. I had previously been given permission to give Gerda a child, by both Gerda and her husband, but it seemed to me she wasn't now in a fit state to give permission for this. We continued to wrestle, which generated very pleasurable feelings in my member.

The noise had attracted the attention, finally, of Max and Una who appeared at the doorway. Una's jaw dropped as she observed Gerda vigorously grinding her hips on me, growling and snarling. I could see she was also amused by the change of role. It was normally the man who encourages the woman to have intercourse. In the case of a husband and wife he may even demand that it occurs. He leads the joining, not the other way around. Max was clearly shocked at this degenerate behaviour and strode over to stand next to Gerda and myself. He adopted what I believe some call the 'power pose', spreading his legs wide and thrusting his hips forward in a show of masculine prowess.

"Now mistress," he said in a commanding tone. "We must have none of that, what would your husband... aaargh!?"

Thrusting his hips forward turned out to be a bad idea. Instead of suggesting dominance over Gerda she took it as a boast of his capability, and an invitation to copulate. And not a moment too soon as my new larger phallus was very close to the tipping point into ecstasy. A few more minutes and I would be planting my seed in her. Well, I ask you, could any man remain impassive with Gerda's naked body on top of them? With her warm, liquid smooth, vagina sliding back and forth with its internal ridges of delicious flesh stimulating me.

With preternatural speed she moved her hands from me, to Max, ripping his trousers down. There were two twang sounds that echoed around the room. One was the breaking of the cord in his trousers, and the other was a string on his violin that snapped in sympathy as he involuntarily clutched at the neck of the instrument. Gerda reached one hand behind his buttocks, and grabbed his member with the other. Then her mouth opened wide and she sucked it in.

"Mistress, please," he cried in alarm. "Aaargh... oh dear... oh dear... your husband... he's going to kill me!"

He desperately tried to push her away but unfortunately his hands ended up on her breasts. I had begun to see a pattern here. That slight touch on the hand Yani gave her when he handed over the sweets was probably the start of it. I had foolishly touched her breast, and Max had adopted an alpha male posture. Her responses to these things were being enhanced by the elixir and the slightest contact now was fuelling her lust.

Uncontrollable lust too, it would seem. I had not anticipated the elixir would make any person attractive, and any touch sensual. It was like an evening's worth of ale that led you to see beauty where none existed, and could end up with you waking the following morning in bed with someone you would never normally consider.

And my theory proved correct. His clumsy pushing at her breasts, which surely would never be seductive to a woman under normal circumstances, tipped Gerda into an orgiastic frenzy. She leaped off me, leaving my member waving in the air, coated in the golden honey of her secretions. I felt relieved and disappointed at the same time.

She wrestled Max to the floor, in the process hitting his head against the boards and stunning him. Then she straddled his waist and forced herself onto his member. Despite circumstances Max's penis had risen like mine, biology betraying him. He looked confused, devastated, his head no doubt spinning from the impact with the floor. He was, probably, imagining the court appearance where my brother accused him of raping his wife.

I could also imagine the scene in the courtroom.

"... your honour, the defendant claims that Mistress Frankengeld forced herself upon him, and that he was unable to defend himself - for he could never strike a woman - but had to pleasure her for hour upon hour..."

I could imagine quite easily the heads shaken as the twelve good men of the jury rejected such a patently ridiculous defence. In the case of a noble family versus an impoverished peripatetic musician the outcome would, almost certainly, be a quick trip to the gallows for poor Max. His last public performance, the hempen jig, as he was pushed off the platform in front of a crowd of interested onlookers.

Some men, as they hung there twisting and kicking, lost their trousers, the ultimate humiliation. Sometimes a cruel hangman would loosen the ties at the waist to ensure it happened. This revealed the criminal's phallus to the cruel taunts of the crowd who would be quick to point out if it was inadequate in size. And, as they slowly choked to death, it was common for a hanged man to get an erection and then to ejaculate as they died. So common was it that charlatans and quacks would stand close to the kicking legs waiting to catch the semen as it dropped. A valuable ingredient for a number of potions and philtres, Dead Man's Seed.

"We must stop her!" I said to Una and Yani. They nodded in agreement as they watched Gerda grunting with passion, totally focused on Max. After only a few seconds she threw her head back and gave a shuddering, howling, cry of sheer pleasure. I thought that she might stop but she continued her movement with no pause.

"Yes master Damion, but how?" said Una.

A good question, I thought, how do we put this right? We needed to get her into a cooperative state, and I thought hard. Then it came to me, chloroform. Or the new substance, dephlogisticated nitrous air. This was beginning to be used in surgery and was proving effective despite its uninspiring common name of laughing gas. Either would work but making laughing gas was tricky, whereas chloroform could be made from bleach and rubbing alcohol, both of which I had in the laboratory.

The grunting became more frenetic and Gerda cried out again. If she had now reached her climax twice then it did not show in her actions. Instead of resting, satisfied, as any civilized woman would, she redoubled her efforts, her face glowing as she writhed on top of Max. No hope then that she would decide she had sufficiency of pleasure, and rest. I must act.

Max twisted under her but his head injury was clearly weakening him. Then he too stiffened and cried out. "Lord no!" he shouted. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry mistress... I could not prevent it!" He had ejaculated, but Gerda still would not release him and I feared he would grow stiff again from the sight of her body upon him.

I ran down to the laboratory, I think I only touched every alternate stair on the way, and grabbed the chemicals I needed. I mixed them hastily and looked around for some cloth to soak when it came to sedating Gerda. I couldn't see anything I would be prepared to press over her mouth and nose. All the rags in the laboratory were filthy and not suitable for sedating a member of the minor aristocracy.

This was taking too long, I thought, and pulled my linen kerchief from my pocket. It would probably be stained irrevocably by the chloroform but time was of the essence here. I ran back up with the flask of liquid, my thumb over the neck, and my kerchief in my other hand. Half way up the cellar stairs I stumbled and nearly tripped, which gave me pause for thought. I slowed down. If I dropped the flask all would be lost, I realised, and I would probably be sent to sleep myself.

When I arrived things had developed. Gerda was still straddling Max who lay still, looking like a man who was desperate not to ejaculate but was losing the battle for control of his own body. He had ejaculated once, just before I ran down to the laboratory, but looked as if he was already heading towards his second. Gerda was churning her hips, then lifting and lowering herself on Max's phallus remorselessly, but now had Una in her grasp too.

"I tried to get her off him, master Damion," Una admitted. "But, as you can see, it did not work."

Una's skirt was on the floor, torn down one seam, and her underwear wasn't in any better condition. I mused that if I'd known, here was a scrap of cloth to soak in chloroform. Una struggled as Gerda held her with one arm round her waist and was delving and probing her private parts with the fingers of the other. Una was possibly not trying to escape as much as she should, but I did not criticise her, it meant Gerda would be distracted and easier to surprise. I poured some of the chloroform onto my kerchief and knelt next to her. What had been grunts and growls were resolving into actual words, mangled, guttural, all spoken at a whisper, but still words.

"So gud. Shiiiit. Oh God. Oh God. Yuss. Yuss. Ow! Oh! Yah, yah, yah," she said. Then gave a series of panting breaths. "Uh, uh, uh, uh... wheeeee."

I brought the kerchief up to her face.

"Nuh!!" she shouted, and slapped out. She hit my arm and the kerchief flew out of my grasp to land on Max's face. He was already stunned by the impact with the floor, and breathing deeply in his panic. He took a couple of shuddering breaths and passed out. I believed it a blessing, even though it had been unintended. That'll stop the poor fellow worrying about how many times he had seeded a member of the aristocracy, I thought. If only he had known that, at Durishaus, he could have probably seeded Gerda with the full permission of my Mother. It reminded me of how far from society's norms our family had strayed.

I recovered the kerchief from his face and tried again. This time Gerda snatched the cloth from my hand, the elixir had clearly enhanced her reactions and I was unable to act quickly enough to prevent it. She held it high over her head, unfortunately very close to Una's face. Una went pale, and staggered back. Gerda, by taking the cloth, had lost her grip on the girl so, luckily, Una was able to break free.

Una stepped back, one, two, three steps then backed into a chair. She sat down on it heavily, looking as if she were about to faint.

I looked across at Yani, our eyes met. We knew it was up to us now.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes master.", he replied, then he crawled over and touched Gerda's thigh. She immediately turned to face him, with a moan of pleasure, and I leapt into action. Rather than trying to get the kerchief out of her hand I used all my strength to pull her hand down to her face and hold it there. There was a muffled, indignant, cry, and - after a little struggle - Gerda lost consciousness, falling off Max and into my arms.

What a shambles!

Gerda lay on me in a posture of wanton abandon. Her quim was in full view and splattered with sperm and the strange honey secretions that seemed to be a side effect of the potion.