Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde, a closed thread

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OOC: Lady Kit and arioso will be joining me in this thread, loosely based on the novel by Robert Louis Stevenson. I will play both sides of the Dr's duality. Lady Kit will paly my fiance and arioso will play an acquaintance of Mr HYde.. for now it will be a three person thread, but other roles may open up.

IC: London, the late 1800's

from the journal of Dr. Henry Jeckyl

I've done it! I have isolated and freed the dark side of the humal soul! The hours I have spent in my laboratory have not been wasted. After hundreds of tries, my latest elixer has been a success, and the hope of a newer mankind, free of his darker urges lies before us. No more need anguished men and women spend hours of analysis and hypnotism under the tutelage of good but misguided men like Dr. Freud of Vienna, nor need they humble themselves in the confessional, trying to expunge that which is ingrained into their being. Now we can, by downing my cure with one gulp, bring the dark side of our nature to the forefront and expell them forever from our midst. A new age awaits us.

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you ain't done shit, doc, but get out of my way, you pathetic milksop. You've been afraid to let me free for years, and now I am, and I got news for ya, doc, I ain't goin back
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In the night: Mr. Hyde

Underneath the halo of the gaslight, Maudy O'Rourk waited for her next "gentleman". the night was long and she was short of gin, the addiction that drove her. Just one fine "gentleman" and she's be set for the night with a rooma nd a bottle to keep her warm, but there was a dearth of carriages making their way through the dark London fog.

"How much, girl?" a deep voice rasped out of the darkness, causing her to jump. She had not seen anyone coming down the street. Peering into the darkness behind her, she espied a man in a cape and top hat. "Depends on what you want, sweetie," she replied. His only reply was to hold up a small leather bag and shake it, causing the coins inside to jingle. Maudy licked her lips in anticipation. "Well, sir, that'll git ya whatever you want."

The man turned silently and walked down the alleyway, still holding the purse out for her to see. Deep enough in the alley so as not to be seen, the man turned and leaned his cane against the wall. Maudy gasped as he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall and reached down to pull up her skirts. "In a hurry, aint we, sweets, " she laughed. Picking her up by her thighs, he pressed her back against the wall and pressed into her. She gasped as he entered her. The man was huge! "Oh my, sweetie, not so fast," she said, pushing back against his shoulders, but his hand gripped her throat and raised her up, cutting off her air. She struggled, kicking her heels against his legs as he plowed into her, over and over, taking his pleasure as her face turned blue. She puled at his wrist with one hand, while the other tore at his face, but he only laughed gutterily and drove into her faster and harder. She heard him grunt and felt his spasms just before she lost conciousness. "I didn't pay you to talk, whore," he growled, tossing the purse on to her unconscious body. "You're lucky I let you live."

Mr Hyde left the alley and crossed the small square towards the music emanating from a bar. The night was still young.

 

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In the day: Dr. Jeckyl

Oh, my God! What did I do? Henry Jeckyl held his throbbing head in his hands. A hangover! He had not had that experience since his university days in Vienna. It must be the elixir he thought, though there had been no alchohol in the ingredients. Hopefully it would pass by the time Sophia arrived. A vision of his fiancee's corseted form crossed his mind, his own hands undoing her buttons to reveal the round globes of her sumptuous bosom. Henry shook his head in dismay. Where did that come from? He never thought of Sophia that way.

Looking at the clock on his wall, he groaned. She would be coming for lunch. He did not even have the time to finish his notes, only to lock his laboratory and clean himself for her visit. For nearly a year now, they had been engaged, and her daily luncheon visits had become de rigeur as they planned their future lives together. She would be dismayed if he were late and as unkempt as he now found himself.

As much as it pained him to leave any disorder, he would come back after lunch and finish his work. His disorder would be under lock and key, at any rate. As he picked up his journal, he noticed a crude scrawl under his own precise handwriting. Who? he thought, in shock. There had been no one else in the laboratory all night, only himself. Unless ......

 

[Arioso]

Bar Interior

OOC:
Ivy Peterson (taking liberties and borrowing Ingrid Bergman's character somewhat from a film version of Dr. Jekyll & Mr.Hyde), a 19 year-old barmaid, originally from North Yorkshire but fled a harsh home life to London two years ago, hoping to find work as a shopgirl.

Too quickly, she learned that flight had brought her only more trouble. She was saved from the streets when the owner of the bar took her in six months ago, and has since accustomed herself to enduring the coarse treatment of the bar's patrons in order to survive each night and earn her keep.

Though more careworn than when she first arrived from the countryside, her warm, brown eyes are still lively and her soft, rounded face retains the barest hint of freshness. However, her expression has lost its innocence..***** on the streets and six months in a bar have left her far too knowing about the dark underside of London...

IC:

Ivy circulated through the crowded, boisterous bar, arms raised high over unruly heads as she clutched six empty mugs on her way back to the bar. With a nod to the barman, she set them on the counter and then turned back to the room to see which table might need serving.

Amid the din of hoots and bellows and loud thumping on table tops, the petite but sturdy barmaid suddenly found her attention drawn toward a man who had just entered the bar and surveyed the crowd like a predator. Ivy had encountered rough men during her time at the Black Oak -- criminals, many of them -- yet none had filled her with such a sense of foreboding as this one.

He looked dangerous, like darkness personified, yet for the life of her, Ivy couldn't say exactly what it was that made her react to him like that. Perhaps it was his eyes...feral, yet commanding...

She shook herself. It would not do to stare when there was work to be done. A man at a nearby table flagged her down, and she set about fetching another two pitchers for him and his mates.

When she had served them, she scanned the room again and found her eyes once more drawn to the ominous, dark man who had sent shivers down her spine earlier. He was now seated alone at a table in a recessed, shadowy corner of the bar, facing out across the room, watching...studying...

His eyes locked on hers and he stared at her, unsmiling, until Ivy found herself walking toward him. When she reached his table, she mustered a detached yet genial smile.

"Evenin', sir -- can I serve you something from the bar?"

Ivy managed to keep her voice from trembling, but as the silence stretched on and the man stared without answering, she felt her anxiety mount. She longed for him to make his desire known so she could retreat quickly to the bar, serve him, and be done with him.

 

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In the Night: Mr Hyde

Hyde's dark eyes scanned the barmaid unabashedly, pausing at her hips and breasts before coming to rest on the brown eyes that distinguished her youthful face. He could still feel the warmth on his loins from the whore across the street, but Hyd'e lusts were still not satisfied.

"Ale, and lots of it," he finally growled, spilling a handful of silver on to the table. "Move that sweet arse of yours quickly, girl, and there's be some extra coins for ya." He ran his cane up the side of her leg and laughed as she brushed it away. Faster than she could move, his hand darted out to grab her wrist, turning her had palm up. Dropping a small siver coin into her hand, he closed her fingers on it with his other hand.. "there, girl," he laughed darkly, "that's fer what you're gonna do. Now fetch me my ale."

He watched the girl walk across the room, his eyes never leaving her swaying hips, even as his peripheral vision weighed the opurtunities and dangers of the bar. He had the ease of a man who knew he was the most dangerous animal in the forest.

Hooking his cane over the adjacent chair, and placing his top hat on the table, Hyde untied the neck strings of his cape and let it slide to the back of his chair. Jeckyl be damned, the bobbies be damned, he was going to have some fun tonight.

 

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What silver may purchase

Ale...and lots of it...

Ivy's wrist burned where the stranger had touched it. He was definitely a rough one, and though she was still in shock at the generous coin he'd placed in her hand -- a whole quid! -- she had dark suspicions as to what he wanted in return.

Patrons rarely spent a quid on beer alone...

She hefted the full pitcher in both hands, letting the handle of a mug dangle from one finger. As she started back to the stranger's table, Ivy was acutely aware of his eyes on her. His gaze was blatant, so openly lewd that she almost felt naked. Indeed, with a shiver she realized that her body was reacting to his unwavering attentions. Her nipples hardened against the tight confines of her bodice. Unable to meet his gaze, Ivy looked down and concentrated on deftly weaving through the crowd without spilling the man's ale.

At last, she reached his table and bent to set down the pitcher.

"Here, y'are, sir. Ale, an' the best in London, at that. Plenty more where's this came from, too -- just wave when I can bring ye more."

Ivy had learned early from the other barmaids how to sound friendly yet maintain an easy distance when a patron seemed like he might get *too* possessive. Of course, she'd also learned that often, men wanted more than ale, and letting them have it could mean the difference between another night's supper or hunger.

As she moved to straighten up, she felt the rigid press of a cane against the back of her legs and a firm hand on the soft, fleshy cheek of her arse.

So this is how it was to be...

A slight intake of breath and quivering of her lips betrayed her fear as the stranger warned in a low, baritone rumble, "Not so fast..."

 

[Lady_Kit]

Sophia Montague

Sophia clenched her pale hands together and glanced at the clock on the mantle. She would leave soon for her lunch with Henry, but instead of the sweet anticipation that had accompanied their rendezvous in the beginning, she now felt a nervous flutter of dread. Henry had changed recently, the lighthearted chatter that had punctuated their time together was long since gone, and now he often seemed oblivious to her presence. She hoped it was due to preoccupation with his latest experiment, but she feared that he had had a change of heart about their wedding. A slight sniff and just the hint of a tear escaped her at the thought that Henry might no longer want her to be his wife.

She had not changed her mind about him. She still found him as handsome, dashing and, she blushed to think of it, desirable, as she had ever done. Perhaps he needed only to be shown that she still wanted him as her husband, and as a woman wanted a man. Sophia had no experience in such things, and no more knowledge than she could glean from penny-dreadfuls and her giggling maid but she knew that there was more between men and women than her Mama had told her.

The turn of her thoughts brought a delicate color to her pale cheeks that added to her pink and gold beauty. She was the traditional English rose; her skin clear and fine, her eyes the deep blue of summer skies and her hair like spun gold. Her figure, as it could be seen beneath the layers of a modest gown was full and ripe. She had lived a protected life and had little knowledge of the ways of the world. The chaste kisses she had received from Henry so far had been her first, but she longed for more, and was eager for the day when she would be his bride and could know all the joys of being a wife.

 

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In the night: Mr. Hyde

"Not so fast..." Hyde squeezed the young firm arse in his hand. It had been easy to use the cane to flip the dress up to examine the girl's thighs, even easier to slide his meaty paw up over her ass. Still caressing her ass with one hand, he slid the cane around the front of the girl and pressed against her belly to pull her back to him. "Come sit on Hyde's lap, I need me some company," he growled. the girl didn't protest, not that it would matter if she did. Three tables over, a whore with stringy hair laughed and swigged her gin as a black faced chimney sweep sucked at her breast. The Black Oak wasn't a gentlemen's club and there were no ladies present.

No ladies, perhaps, Hyde thought, but maybe a maid. the young lass he pulled to his lap looked fresh off the farm. Myabe not a virgin, but still not used up and worn out by life in the London slums.

She allowed him to pull her on to his lap, her round bottom pressed against his hard thighs, her back stiffening slightly as she felt his hardness against her. Raising the wolf's head handle of his cane to her cheek, he turned her head to his face so she could see his dark, feral eyes. "And how be it, Sweets," he asked. "that yer not in the company of one of these other fine gentlemen?" He chuckled at his own joke. "Could it be the cut of their cloth? Or the size of their purse? Perhaps it's looking on my own fine countanence that let's you tarry, huh?"

The girl's lip quivered a bit. "I don't know , sir, but I hear the barkeep calling," she answered struggling in vain to rise.

"I don't think so," he chuckled, "The lout has seen my silver too. His weasel eyes can see the glint a mile away, Har!" The hand that had squeezed her ass slid down to caress her thigh. "but I tell you what! Go tell the fool I want a kidney pie. Be quick about it and I'll give yer another silver." Effortlessly his hard arms picked her up and put her on her feet. "Now go on about you," he laughed, smacking her on the ass, "but be back quickly, I have an appetite tonight."

 

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In the day: Dr. Jeckyl

Standing in front of the mirror by his washbasin, Henry Jeckyl brushed back his hair to make himself more presentable for his fiancee'. There was nothing he could do about his bloodshot eyes. Quasi-truth would have to do. He would simply tell her he had been working all night. That he had been out carousing in some other form of himself was a detail she need not worry her pretty little head about.

And a pretty little head it certainly was. Like a doll from distant Cathay. Exquisite blue eyes that pierced his soul, golden curls that framed her porcelin face and fell to her shoulders and lay upon her white skin. He could only imagine her milky white breasts, tipped in pink, waiting for his pleasure at the end of their engagement. Amazed by his thoughts, he felt his manhood grow in his trousers. Could this be part of the hangover left behind by his carousing alter ego?

That something had gone wrong with his experiment, was undoubtable. First there had been the rude and crude scrawling message in his journal, then the evidence that he had been out of the laboratory. His hat and cane were found tossed on a chair, wet from the evening fog, and his purse was considerabley lighter. Then there was the ache in his groin, familiar from his college days, as though it had been used strenuously the night before.

Who and what was this dark side of him? he must learn to control it. And he would. He had intellect and will, breeding and education. His practice had brought him renown and he was engaged to one of the most beautiful women of London, from out of one of it's finest families. If life were perfectable, his was proof of that.

Hearing the door chimes, henry strode to the top of his stairs and looked down on his foyer. His maid, Mary Kelly, opened the door and let Sophia in. More petite than Sophia, it was still obvious that mary was a pretty girl and Henry watched her hips sway down the hallway as she took Sophia's coat. He had never noticed that before.

"Henry," Sophia chimed, "It's such a wonderful day. Ooh, your eyes. Please, my dear, don't work yourself so hard."

"Not to worry," he smiled, kissing her cheek. "You rejuvenate me. I was very successful last night. I won't bother your head with the boring details, but if it continues, our future is very bright indeed."

"You are so secretive, Henry, I worry" the girl pouted.

"Not to worry, my dear, " he patted her hand and placed it on her arm to guide her into the solarium for lunch. As they walked, the feel of her full breast against his arm distracted him so that she had to clear her throat when they reached the small dining nook.

"Sorry, my dear," he apologized. I was merely lost in your beauty. He helped her sit, aiding with her chair before sitting and staring at her face, at her full red lips and blue sparkling eyes.

 

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In The Night: The Black Oak

His own fine countenance?!

Ivy made a beeline for the bar, fleeing as quickly as her shaky legs would carry her from the man who'd called himself Hyde.

His remark cut deep, deeper than his actions. She'd learned to accept groping and fondling from the men who drank themselves under the table. But she'd always kept herself detached. She'd let themselves have their way to a point, sat still while they played with her breasts -- even let a few of them guide her hand over their manhood until they spilled their seed. And in yielding to them, she'd been able to hide. Once they'd gotten what they'd wanted, she'd lost their interest and had been able to slip away to the safety of her work, of serving other, less-demanding patrons.

But this one...he frightened her. And although she snorted inwardly at his claim to a "fine countenance", she couldn't deny that he was compelling. He was shaking her ability to withdraw and remain detached.

He was toying with her.

At the bar, she ordered his meal. Then, since she had to wait for it to be heated, she circulated to a few other tables, brought the drinks that were ordered with hearty laughs, and tried her best to relax and smile gaily. For a few moments, she was back in her element -- with these men, it was easy to tarry but a moment, flatter them, then move on.

Surely...surely this Hyde was no different? Ivy glanced back toward his table and saw more than a few whores nearby, eyeing his ample purse. She didn't doubt that one of them would offer him what he wanted -- then, surely, she would no longer be of any interest.

The bartender summoned her to the bar, where Mr. Hyde's kidney pie sat, piping hot on a plate.

She carried it toward him, inwardly reminding herself of the girls in her apartment building who came home from the factory, haggard, drawn, some of them coughing blood. Or the whores on the street, who stank of disease and whose teeth had rotted out from the mercury treatments they'd taken after getting the pox.

As much as her skin tingled with apprehension at the thought of Mr. Hyde's hands roaming over her again, Ivy recognized that she was fortunate in her situation. For all the groping and touching she'd experienced, only three men had actually had her, and although it hadn't ever been pleasurable, she'd nonetheless been able to walk away.

If she could just keep this dark, brooding man happy until his interests turned elsewhere, she might be able to walk away once again.

Setting the pie down on the table before her intimidating customer, Ivy looked him directly in the eye and smiled, doing her best to look unaffected.

"Yer kidney pie, sir, fresh and hot. How's yer pitcher of ale -- can I bring ya more?"

For all her efforts to appear calm, Ivy trembled and her breath hitched when powerful hands gripped her thighs and pulled her, unresisting, down to his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist while plucking a silver coin from his purse with his free hand.

Bringing the coin to her chest, he locked his gaze with hers as he slid it down the soft valley between her breasts.

With a wicked grin, he growled, "For your...services..."

And with that, he released the coin and let it drop into the recesses of her bodice.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Sophia

Henry, you look an absolute fright! I insist that you put a halt to these experiments at once.

Sophia heard the shrewish tone in her voice but was unable to stop herself from speaking. Henry did look terrible. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin sallow, and even the very hair on his head looked weighted down.

I simply will not be made a widow before I am a wife, Sir. I really must

Sophia jumped as her fiancés fist banged on the small table that stood between them. The china cups clattered as they settled back into matching saucers, but the noise was lost in the shout from Henry.

"You Must Be Silent Woman!"

Ruby lips snapped closed, then trembled in surprised silence. Sky blue eyes blinked, first in shock then again to clear the large tears that fell softly down pale cheeks. Her hand raised a delicate lace handkerchief to brush further wetness from her sooty lashes. Head bowed she refused to look at her beloved Henry, as if she pretended that the angry voice was not his own; her voice when she spoke wavered only slightly, then was the well modulated tone of a composed young lady.

Henry, I believe that I should return home. I find that I am not feeling at all well. You will forgive me. Will you not?

She rose as she finished, her mind focused only on getting home before she completely gave way to the hysterical tears that were lodged in her throat. Henry no longer wanted her. It could not be denied. Sophia felt as if her heart was breaking. Should she throw herself at him? Tell him that she was ready to be his now, this very minute?

The maid was bringing her wrap. She would leave, take her shame home.

“Sophia. Wait!”

Henry put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. His face was lined and tired. Sophia felt her heart constrict and with a small sob she fell into his arms. The warmth and comfort she felt there soon helped setter her tears and she raised her face to look at Henry.

I am sorry for my behavior, Henry. I must have sounded like a fishwife. It is just that I am worried about you. You seem so distracted lately. So unlike yourself. I hardly know what to do.

 

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In the Night: Mr. Hyde

Brushing his fingers against the upper curves of her breasts, Hyde held the silver piece between her breasts for a moment before letting it fall into her bodice. As he released the coin, he splayed his fingers across her bosom and slowly slid it up untill it rested on her neck. Curling his fingers around her neck, he turned her face to his. Holding herbrown eyes with his own dark, feral stare, he lowered his hand down once more to trace the outline of her breasts. She gasped as he brazenly moved his hand across her, brushing against her nipples, then underneath her breasts to her belly. Her breath quickened, causing her breasts to rise and fall in her dress, eliciting an appreciative growl from Hyde.

"Yer a comely lass," he rasped, pulling her tighter on to him and she wiggled in discomfort, only to feel his arousal once again against her ass. "See what you do, girl," he chuckled. The warmth of his breath flooded her neck. "Yer raise my appetite." Reaching over with one hand, he grabbed the pastry on his plate and proceeded to wolf it down in large bites, even as he continued to press her against his arousal.

Returning to her neck, Hyde grabbed her earlobe in his teeth anf laughed as one hand slid down to feel her thigh. "A pretty girl like you ought not be wasted on these scum. You should be spending your time making a better man happy."

"You flatter me,sir," she stammered, " but I know my place"

"And what better place than Hyde's lap, hehe?" he laughed and bent to kiss her neck. "I know one gentleman who'd like to be in my chair right now, even if he's too big a coward to admit it."

"And who might that be?" she asked, trying to deflect his attention from the pressure against her bottom.

"Why that miserable Dr............Arghhhhh" A look of anger and pain spasmed across his face as he pressed his hard, calloused hand against his forehead. "Someday...Someday, I'll be in charge." Hydes hand on her thigh squeezed till the pressure brought tears to her eyes.

"Please, sir, it hurts....." she cried. Around her, heads turned and the crowd started to murmur. Hyde growled and grabbbing his cane, cleared the table of glasses and dishes. Leaping to his feet, he turned and sneered at those sitting at the neighboring tables then laughed as they all cringed.

"No harm done, missy" he smiled and dropped another coin into her cleavage. "Buy yourself a new dress, one that shows off these pretty mounds. I'll see you tomorrow night. Be here, don't make me hunt you down." With that he turned and rushed out the door, leaving his top hat behind.

Within the hour, Hyde lay across a table in Dr. Jeckyl's laboratory, his teeth bared. "One day, coward, one day you'll not wake up in charge."

 

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In the Day: Dr. Jeckyl

Holding Sophia in his arms, Henry Jeckyl could not comprehend his own actions. "Sophia, Sophia, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me, yelling at you like that. Like you said, I'm not myself lately." He looked down into her wet blue eyes as he made his apology and became painfully aware of her soft body in his arms. Feeling her full breasts against his chest and her supple thighs pressed against his own, Henry Jeckyl felt himself becoming aroused. Uncontrollably, he grew against her thigh and all hopethat it would go unnoticed vanished as he saw her eyes widen and a blush begin at her cheeks and flow down her neck. Always aware of her beauty, he had never the less always managed to control himself. At a loss as what to do, he panicked and plunged his mouth down on hers.

For a moment, her arms fell to her sides and as he moved his lips against hers she circled them around his neck and responded to his kiss. Moaning softly against Sophia's opening lips, Henry squeezed her tightly with his arms and slid his tongue into her mouth. The shock of feeling her tongue against his, caused him to pull back.

"I'm so sorry," he blurted out and turned in shame, "You must think me an animal. I love you so much and I fear my behavior is driving you away."

"Henry, it's all right," she said, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, "I should not impose on you when you're so tired, but I so much want to help you, if only be being a small diversion from the work that stresses you so." Leaning her head against his rigid back, she squeezed him by his waist. Once again he was aware of the feel of her breasts against him. "As for your ardor, my dear, I'm so glad I please you." her hands slid slowly up and down, over his chest and abdomen, inches away from the bulge in his trousers. "I'm looking forward to being your wife and all that means."

Henry shuddered and tried to master himself. "Everything I'm doing," he said, "All my work is to make myself a better man for you."

"I love you, Henry Jeckyl, trust in that love."

 

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The Next Evening: A New Dress

Ivy gazed with trepidation at the dark, green dress that lay draped across the foot of her mattress.

Buy yourself a new dress, he'd said.

She'd vowed she would do no such thing, until John, the owner of the Black Oak, demanded an account of the commotion. Ivy hadn't liked the mercenary gleam in John's eye, and her throat had tightened in impotent fury and hurt when he'd gruffly insisted that she indeed go out and find herself something pretty. John hadn't even been that couth -- "Tart yerself up a bit. What could it hurt to give the lads a bit of a show?"

So the silver coins Hyde had bestowed on her had gone to purchase a deep, emerald green confection with a scandalously low neckline.

Ivy sat on her meager mattress and stared at it, thinking about the previous evening...how Hyde had pawed at her. She'd hoped to endure it until he tired of her, but she felt more trapped than ever. He'd managed to impose on her a dress that would make it even easier for him to...to...

Absently, her hand stroked her nipple through the thin cotton of her camisole. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.

After she'd come home from work late last evening, she'd tossed and turned restlessly for hours. The entire ordeal with Hyde had been humiliating, yet since then she'd felt an irresistible urge to touch herself.

Her fingers squeezed harder on her nipples.

Biting her bottom lip, she lay back on her mattress and slipped her hands between her legs. Two fingers delved between her thick, velvety lips and slid along the length of her slit. She stroked herself urgently, feeling the moisture pool on her fingers as she brought herself release. At last she stiffened, feeling the warm waves of pleasure ripple through her, and released a low, guttural moan.

Wiping herself clean with a rag, she faced her moment of truth and eased into the dress. She grimaced as she looked down her front. The fabric clung too tightly to her hips...and clung not enough to her ample bosom, which was poised to spill out over the low, sculpted neckline. Ivy struggled to tuck her breasts further into the bodice -- from her perspective, it seemed as though her dusky nipples might pop out at the slightest movement.

It was hardly a practical dress for a barmaid, who needed to be free to lift and stretch.

Resigned, she made her way through the narrow streets of Soho to the Black Oak, clutching her cloak about herself self-consciously.

If there was any mercy in the world, perhaps Hyde might have forgotten all about her. Mayhap he had awakened from his escapades with no memory of them, and would stagger off to a different tavern this evening.

 

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In the 2nd night: Mr. Hyde

Hyde stumbled out of the laboratory's back door, leaving broken tables and shattered glass behind him. Freedom had come harder this evening, but for its hard birthing, it seemed all the more vigorous. Leaning back against Jeckyl's back door, Hyde scanned the alleyway, pleased that his departure was going unnoticed, and proceeded to the street in search of a carriage for hire. He had to return to the Black Oak to recover Jeckyl's top hat. It was a possible connection between him and Jeckyl that Hyde had rather not anyone make.

And there was the buxom wench, Ivy. Hyde felt his loins begin to stir, remembering the slope of her breasts under his hands. Cleaner and fresher than a whore but earthier than the porcelin doll that Jeckyl was affianced to. Too prim and proper, that one, but he wouldn't mind lifting her skirts and bending her over a table, something Jeckyl hadn't the guts to do.

Hyde arrived at the Black Oak after his taxi ride and strode through the door as if he owned the place. He patted the pocket of his coat, feeling the purse of coins against his chest. Not enough to buy the place, but enough to catch the attention of the owner. He strode to his table of the night before, occupied by a drunk who lay face down. Hyde picked up the man by the collar and tossed him to the floor, sittig down in his place. His hard eyes scanned the bar, looking for Ivy when he saw a flash of green.

 

[Arioso]

2nd night: The Black Oak

Ivy thought the evening had gone better than she'd expected.

When she had crept into the bar a few hours earlier, she'd been relieved to discover that the strange Mr. Hyde was nowhere to be seen. Of course, she was still wearing a scandalous dress, and there were still the other patrons. However, their leers and gropes didn't make her feel as vulnerable as the steady, predatory stare that seemed permanently fixed to Hyde's face.

Indeed, the workers, thieves, and cutthroats who packed the tables demonstrated their appreciation for her revealing dress by pressing small coins in her hand. They rarely demanded more than a quick, flirtatious kiss in return.

Ivy's spirits lightened progressively as the hours wore on and her small pile of tips grew, while Hyde remained thankfully absent.

She was actually smiling, rosy-cheeked from the exertions of serving the tables, when she turned and froze in place at the sight of him at the same table in the dark, recessed corner of the bar.

Her face fell and a chill ran the entire length of her spine. Hyde's eyes wandered over her entire form, summoning in Ivy the desire to run and cover herself with her cloak. With hot, flushed cheeks she made her way back to the bar, hoping that one of the other barmaids would serve him.

However, John, the owner, dashed any hopes Ivy had of avoiding Hyde that evening. "Well, girl? What're ye waitin' for? Go'on and serve yer favorite customer," he barked gruffly, a sly gleam in his greedy eyes.

And so Ivy made her way back to Hyde's table, noting the drunkard who lay, unmoving, in a heap beside the chair.

"Evenin', sir...may I bring ye somethin' from the bar?" Ivy greeted him, her voice and demeanor subdued.

Hyde's hand closed around her wrist in a firm grip as he tugged her down to his lap.

"Eventually," he replied, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the soft curves of her breasts. "I'm in no hurry...and there are pleasures enough to enjoy right here."

Ivy gasped as he slipped a warm, rough hand inside her low bodice and cupped her breast. As he squeezed her velvet-soft flesh, her nipple hardened against his palm.

"Like that, do you?" Hyde purred against her ear, nipping her earlobe with his teeth.

"No," she lied weakly, even as she felt a shameful rush of heat between her legs.

To her further shame, Hyde had an uncanny ability to see through her half-hearted attempt to appear unaffected.

"Now, now...why would a sweet thing like you lie to Hyde, hmm?" he chuckled.

Ivy's heart beat faster. Whether it was because she'd touched herself that afternoon or because of the powerful effect Hyde seemed to have on her, she became suddenly and painfully aware of her own, musky scent in the air. Panicked, she tried to think of a means of escape that wouldn't cost her her job.

 

[Subo97]

In the 2nd night: Mr. Hyde

Hyde squeezed the full breast in his hand, pinching her nipple between his fingers. "I like your tastes, girl and you suit mine." His left hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against the bulge in his pants.

"I've no time to waste, girl." he pulled his hand out of her bodice and reached in his coat to pull out a purse of coins. Dumping a handful of silver into her hand, he spoke huskily into her ear, "Go to yer employer and do three things. Fetch me the hat I left here last night, purchase a bottle of gin, and give him twice what he pays you a night in wages. The rest is for you to buy more pretties." Standing her up, he kissed the top of each breast and turned her around and stood behind her. "Then meet me outside. We have much better things to do than waste them in this hole, appealing as it is to me." With th he swatted her behind to propel her to the bar and turned without looking to exit the room, not bothering to turn around to see if she would accede to his demands. Once out the door, he waved across the square to get another taxi's attention and waited for the girl.

 

[Arioso]

2nd night: the hansom cab

Ivy found herself standing before Mr. Hyde, clutching his felt hat in her hand, still dazed as to how she had come to be in this place.

When he'd slapped her behind and sent her on her way, it had left her skin tingling in anger, shock, confusion...yet if she were honest with herself, her heart also pounded in excitement. As humiliated as she was when she handed the coins to John and explained Mr. Hyde's demands, something compelled her to do as he'd instructed. No doubt a great deal of it had to do with a tiny bud of flesh at the crux of her thighs that was throbbing insistently, aching as it only had before under the skilled attentions of her own fingers.

And so, despite the shame and discomfort Ivy felt as John eyed her in a completely new fashion, stripping away her innocence with his gaze as if the word "whore" were emblazoned on her forehead, she negotiated the rest of the evening off.

As easily as that, she was making her way out the bar and toward the man who had bought her for the evening.

Blushing, she lowered her eyes to his black hat as she extended it toward him.

"Your hat, sir," she murmured softly.

Rather than taking the hat itself, Hyde first seized her wrist, capturing it in a firm grip and then divesting her hand of his hat. Ivy flinched.

Chuckling, Mr. Hyde opened the carriage door. "After you, my dear."

No sooner had Ivy settled herself into the far corner of the carriage than Hyde insinuated himself right beside her and pulled her onto his lap. He shouted instructions to the driver and the hansom lurched forward. As they jostled over the cobblestones, Ivy rocked on Hyde's lap, growing more and more conscious of the hard, prominent length that pressed against her soft cheeks.

Broad, firm hands roamed all along her form, mapping the outline of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. As Hyde moved his mouth along her clavicle, alternating between wet flicks of his tongue and sharp, sensual bites, Ivy struggled against the heated sensations he was stirring in her.

When his hand found its way between her legs and pressed through her skirt against her intimate flesh, it was her undoing. Ivy was unable to prevent the soft moan from slipping out as her eyes squeezed shut.

 

[Subo97]

In the night: Mr Hyde

Ivy put up no resistance as Hyde's roaming hands traced the curves of her body. Sliding down over her breasts to her hips and thighs, he squeezed and explored her soft flesh while his mouth devoured her neck and shoulders. His lips began to move down her chest as his hand slid up under her dress and over her stockinged leg to touch her naked thigh. She moaned softly as his fingers touched her sex through her thin cotton drawers, but did not close her legs to try and stop him.

Hyde answered her moan with a growl of his own. "So, ye be wanting ol' Hyde," he said, pressing his fingers against her sex. "I can feel your heat, girl" She felt his own heat at her breast as he breathed on her before lowering his mouth to her soft flesh. Pushing the fabric of her underthing into her spreading sex, he kissed the curve of her breast, working his way down to her hard nipple. The plunging neckline of her dress moved aside easily as he pushed it with his face to gain access to her hard pink tip. Holding it in his lips, Hyde swirled his tongue around her nipple before nipping it with his teeth. Ivy yelped, her hands fluttering to grab the plush red curtains that lined the cab. Hyde laughed and opened his lips to suck as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.

As he sucked her breast, Hyde pushed Ivy back into the corner of the cab and reaching his other hand up under her skirt began to pull her underthing down over her hips. When he reached her knees, he jerked her legs in the air and pulled them off. "You'll not be needing these, lass," he growled and tossed them out the window into the damp street. She started to protest, but Hyde clamped his lage hand over her mouth. "there'll be no more cotton drawers when you're out with Mr. Hyde," he laughed, "You'll not be needing them. Besides, we'll go out and buy you some pretty French silk things to go along with your sexy new dress. Hyde will buy you lots of pretties." Hyde lifted her skirts, baring her thighs to his hungry stare. "And there's the prettiest pretty of all," he laughed huskily as the vee of her thighs was revealed. "Lets see if it tastes as good as it looks."

 

[Arioso]

2nd night: a ride in a hansom cab

Ivy was wholly and utterly abandoned.

Gone was the stoic, good-natured barmaid who had learned to *tolerate* much in order to survive. To her alarm, Ivy felt herself responding enthusiastically to Hyde's skilled ministrations. From the first touch of his fingers as they parted her soft, nether lips, opening her pussy to him, she was lost. Her entire world narrowed to the searing sensations of his skin, his tongue, and his breath on her intimate flesh.

It was her undoing.

She had managed to hold herself aloof from the few other men who had taken sexual pleasure from her, yet Hyde overpowered her defenses by showing her what he could give even as he took. Her entire body had tingled with shame and desire as he'd bared her to his gaze and obscenely caressed her naked breasts and pale, spread thighs with the hunger in his eyes, but anywhere he touched her, she was positively molten.

No man had ever brought his mouth to her sex. As Hyde slowly insinuated his thick, wet tongue along her juicy slit, Ivy shuddered with the realization of how much better it was than her own fingers. She lost all power of conscious thought as he lapped at her moist entrance, his rough thumbs teasing and prodding at her stiffened clit as he held her folds apart. Giving herself over to his sensual assault, Ivy moaned, closing her eyes and parting her legs wider still. When he plunged his greedy, insistent tongue deep into her slick channel, bright white stars danced behind her tightly closed eyes.

Ivy writhed willingly beneath Hyde's assault as he began moving his tongue in and out of her, a raw, naked sexual act. His fingers explored every crevice between her thighs, massaging the crease of her bottom and gliding through her delicate pussy lips, slick and yielding to his touch. If the young barmaid had maintained even the slightest power of thought, she might have been horrified to realize that her moans were growing louder and more animalistic. But she couldn't think, she could only feel. Her belly began to ache with a delicious tightness as her feminine core released an ever-increasing flow of salty nectar, which Hyde readily devoured.

So lost was she that she jolted in surprise when Hyde's guttural whisper brushed her ear, "See how ready you are, my pretty? I'll venture not even your darkest, most heated dreams have prepared you for the things you'll be ready for tonight."

With that, he firmly placed her hand over his hard, naked cock, which rose tall from his unbuttoned trousers.

 

[Lady_Kit]

2nd night, Sophia prepares for bed

The hour was late, but Sophia was unable to rest. Each time she closed her eyes she still saw the anguished face of her fiancé. Although she had hoped that her visit today would ease her mind, she still suffered from the same restless worry that had plagued her before her luncheon with Henry. Tonight she sat at her dressing table, staring blankly into the mirror as she brushed her hair and recalled her earlier conversation with Henry.

"Everything I'm doing, all my work is to make myself a better man for you."

What could he mean? Nothing she could imagine would change a mans nature. She knew very little about Henrys experiments, but she knew that Henry was changing. His behavior this afternoon was proof of that. The way he had kissed her; held her against his body; allowed himself to become aroused. Lord help her, even in memory the pressure of Henrys manhood heated her. She could still feel the strength of his chest against her breasts; her nipples hardened at the memory and pressed against the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her body had longed for more, and reminded her again of that desire. The hand that had been rhythmically rising and falling as it pulled the brush through her thick locks stopped and laid the silver backed brush aside.

Sophia looked critically at her reflection. Was she pretty? Perhaps, but certainly she was no beauty. She leaned forward noting the golden hair and wide blue eyes that seemed so ordinary; she would have preferred to be a dark haired woman of mystery instead of a pale English maid. Her shape was good, not too delicate, but not that of a washer-woman either. She untied the ribbon that held the neck of her gown together and shrugged out of the garment. It fell from her shoulders to lay in a pile around her trim waist. Though she was no expert, her body pleased her. Her breasts were full and firm, and drew the eye of more than one man whenever she happened to appear in a gown that revealed their gentle curves. She had purchased just such a gown recently. It was deep blue and showed far more of her breasts and shoulders than she would normally expose, but a change in her wardrobe was in order. She was nearly a married woman now, it was time she dressed the part, especially if it had the effect on Henry that she had briefly experienced today. She felt a thrill at the thought of making him so excited that he lost some of his genteel restraint.

It would be interesting to see if she could have that effect on him again. She smiled as she planned an evening out. They could attend the theater and use the private box that her parents kept. It would be the perfect opportunity to wear her new gown. She would have a note delivered to Henry in the morning. Sophia rose and went to her desk, pulling her gown in order as she moved across the room, on thick stationary she wrote;

“My Dearest Henry,

Please do me the honor of attending a theatrical presentation with me this evening. I know that you will first say no, but please indulge me in this. Allow me for once to draw you from your work for an evenings entertainment. We can watch the performance in comfort from a private box and avoid the crowds of people that I know you dislike. I vow that I will do all in my power to make sure you have a very pleasant evening if you will only agree do accompany me. Please say that you will. I await your response with a hopeful heart.

Yours,

Sophia”

She sealed the note and climbed into bed. Her mouth curved into a slight smile as she imagined spending the evening with Henry. She recalled other evenings out. He was so changed in the evening, much more relaxed; almost as if he was a different man. Her plans set in her mind, Sophia closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

 

[Subo97]

In the night: Mr Hyde

Willoughby Raines

Clucking his tongue and flicking the reins, Willoughby urged Nelly to pull the hansom down the cobblestone streets of London. Nelly's shoes beat out a staccatto rhythm that could not could not drown out the noises coming from the inside of the cab. At first he had thought the woman was in trouble, her first moans sounded distressed, but as they increased in volume, it was obvious she was being pleasured. Willoughby reached down to rub himself through his pants. She was a good lookin' girl, with big tits that she could hardly keep in her dress and, from the sounds of it, the gentleman hadn't had any trouble scooping them out. Funny that, the gentleman was a rough looking sort, not the kind that would attract pretty girls, but gentlemen with coins always had the advantage over taxi drivers. Reaching in his pants, Willoughby stroked himself. There'd be no females tonight except Nelly for him. Maybe in the wee hours of the mornin', once he got the horse bedded down, he's try to give Mrs. Raines a tumble, if she wasn't out cold from the gin. Underneath his seat, the woman's moans receded, followed by a hearty laugh from the so- called gentleman

Mr. Hyde

Hyde leaned back from Ivy's thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His other hand held hers around his swollen cock. "You're tastin' sweet, darlin, sweet as honey." He chuckled crudely, "That's one sweet honeypot you got there." He reached over with his huge hand, slid it behind her neck and raised her up. "Hyde's gonna take you somewhere nice for dinner, so you can show off that pretty new dress, then I'm gonna take you home and fuck you till you scream." His eyes roamed over her bare breasts, now free of the constraints of her dress. "But fiirst, sweet Ivy, Hyde has an appetizer for ya" he laughed and pulled her head towards the swollen pole inside her dainty hand.

"But sir," she pleaded, looking up at him with eyes suddenly gone round, "I've never done such a thing. I don't know what to do."

"Then ye'll have to learn," he snarled, "becauseyou have a mouth just made for fucking" Guiding her hand with his cock in it, Hyde proceeded to rub his swollen member over Ivy's hanging breasts, leaving streaks of glistening precum across her voluptuous curves. Moving from one to the other, he coated her hard nipples before leaning back and wrapping the fingers of his other hand in her hair. "You're a bright girl," he laughed," I think you'll be a quick study. Just do what ol' Hyde tells ya. Now start by kissing that big tip"

"Yess, he sighed as her lips touched the tip of his cock, "That's my girl." Ivy broke the kiss and looked up at Hyde's dark, burning eyes. Still looking at him, her little pink tongue flicked out to lick his tip. "Yes, you just keep listening to Hyde," he rasped and held her hair tightly. Ivy smiled and lowered her head.

 

[Arioso]

2nd night: A Taste of What's To Come

OOC:
Dear Subo -- in thanks for your role in helping me lose that pesky virginity. I hope this small token of appreciation is...pleasing...

IC:
Ivy should have been horrified, ashamed of her wanton behavior...yet she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Heat pulsed through her and she felt almost drunk. Hyde had drawn such pleasure out of her, had stirred her to such a frenzy of passion that it made her dizzy.

Any thought she might have had of resisting his obscene demand had quickly vanished after her initial, feeble protest.

With a flash of insight, Ivy realized she wanted this. In a moving carriage, on her knees, breasts bared and thighs dripping with her own wetness, she wanted this.

It was as if something about Hyde had summoned a darker, more feral side of her that had lain dormant just beneath the surface.

She saw that darkness, an echo of her own hunger, gleaming in his eyes as she gazed at him before dropping her head to his proud, rigid flesh. He had said to kiss it...she did, and tasted the pungent, salty fluid that pooled at the tip. She breathed in his musky scent...so heady...and her hunger grew.

In her inexperience, she could only explore blindly. Closing her eyes, Ivy let her tongue lead her along the path of his skin. She slicked his length with her wet, velvety tongue as she swept it up and down, from crown to base and back again.

Hyde gripped her head tightly, weaving his thick fingers through her hair, as he growled approvingly, "That's it, girl...nice and slow...now suck me..."

Ivy closed her lips around the fleshy tip of Hyde's cock and suckled experimentally. When he hissed in response and dug his fingernails into her scalp, she winced but knew that she must be doing it right. She squeezed his weeping tip gently between her lips and swirled her tongue around the slippery flesh, as if she hoped to melt him away and swallow him down.

Slowly, her lips eased further and further down his erect staff as she drew him deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth. Hyde's breathing had grown deep and heavy.

"Yesssssssss," he hissed, "Take it all the way in, Ivy, my sweet. Fuck my cock with that delicious little mouth of yours."

His words drove her on. Crude and vile, they somehow enflamed her. Ruby attempted to suck his engorged, meaty cock all the way down to the root, but gagged around his girth, dripping saliva over him. She panted harshly through her nose as she continued moving her mouth up and down, inching further and further toward his firm, swollen balls until finally, she held his entire length in her mouth. His soft, rounded tip nudged the back of her throat. Although she was still uncertain of herself, Hyde's grunts and the rocking of his hips suggested that he liked what she was doing.

Sucking in so that the slick walls of her mouth clung to his stiffened cock, Ivy sealed her lips tightly around the base of his staff and then slowly drew upward. Hyde swore breathily and yanked so hard on Ivy's hair that she feared he would pull it out. Fearfully, she paused, her mouth hovering just above his cock, her tongue balanced on the tip, and looked up at him.

He glared and shoved her head back down. "Bloody hell! What are you waiting for? Get on with it!"

Obediantly, Ivy closed her mouth around his length once again and began bobbing her head up and down, slowly at first, so she could savor the feel of his smooth flesh beneath her tongue, but then with increasing urgency. Hyde released a steady stream of curses and obscene encouragements, alternately calling her a whore and a sweet young lass, and occasionally muttering odd, incomprehensible remarks about a foolish jackal who was too great a coward to taste such wine.

Ivy's lips and tongue gloved his cock and caressed him with rhythmic urgency until suddenly, she felt him stiffen and swell a split second before a hard spurt of warm fluid bathed the walls of her mouth. As Hyde released into her, he let out a long, low groan. Unprepared, Ivy reared back in surprise, half-swallowing, half-choking. Blinking in a daze, Ivy didn't even think to move as another creamy jet erupted from Hyde's cock and splashed just beneath her chin.

In that strange, breathless moment, Ivy glanced down and was struck by the oddest thought. She saw her breasts, splattered with stray droplets of Hyde's seed, a few pearly traces glistening on her dusky, erect nipples, and wondered:

How can he possibly expect me to dine at a restaurant in such a state?

 

[Subo97]

In the Night: Mr. Hyde

Leaning back in the hansom seat, Hyde eased his grip on Ivy's hair. "Lar', but you're a fast learner, girl. Y'er a natural" He laughed when he saw Ivy blush and reched out to scoop his cum off her breast and chin, raising his fingers to her lips. "Don't you be wastin' Hyde's seed, now, you hear." her eyesflared for a moment, perhaps in fear, but then she grasped Hyde's strong wrist in her dainty and and began to lick his fingers, finishing by sucking them into her mouth and sliding them out clean.

"Come here," he growled and lay her across his lap. Leaning down he kissed her roughly while sliding his hand up under her dress. While his tongue explored the inside of her mouth, his fingers roughly pushed into her wet sex. Breaking the kiss, hyde growled, "I'm going to fuck you good, girl, fuck you till you cum screaming." Burying his face into her bare cleavage, he sucked heartily on a mouthful of her breast as his fingers thrust in and out of her wet sex.

"Oh, God," Ivy moaned, grasping his hair in her hands and pushing his face to her breasts. Her hips raised to meet the thrusts of his fingers, her insides churning as they became slicker and slicker with her juices. Suddenly Hyde pulled back, releasing her breast and puling his fingers out of her so fast she moaned in despair.

"But first, my sweet," he growled, "Hyde is going to show off his woman to those upperclass twits my Dr. friend is so proud of." he pulled a handkerchief out of his coat and began to clean Ivy's breasts. "We'll have to put these puppies away for a while," he laughed, " but there's enough of them on display to make my gentlemen friends all drool."

As Ivy covered herself and placed her luscious breasts back into the confines of her dress, Hyde banged on the roof of the cab with his cane and leaned out of the door. "Driver, to Le Parisienne, and be quick about it, wait for us outside and I'll triple your fare."

Arriving at the restaurant, Hyde offered his arm to the girl and strode in as though he owned the place. Handing a card to the maitre' d, who recognized Dr. Jeckyl's handwriting, Hyde growled, "I'll have the Dr.'s usual table."

"Oui, monsieur," the man replied and took them to a table overlooking a garden. Several of the patrons turned to stare, but quickly averted their eyes once making eye contact with Hyde.

Ivy looked uncomfortable, her hands fluttering about her face. "Don't you worry, lass," Hyde laughed, "You're every bit as good as these rich whores. They fuck for their dinners, too, them that have men who can get it up."

Hyde ate heartily, even greedily, consuming course after course, consuming a whole bottle of wine in the process. At the end of the meal, he tossed his napkin on the table. "It's time for dessert, my dear. I think we should take it at your place." Taking her hand on his arm, Hyde walked Ivy out of the restaurant and into the cab. Inexplicably, he did not touch her inside the hansom, merely sitting with his hands on the head of his cane as hte horse pulled them through the city streets to the address Ivy had given the driver.

 

[Arioso]

2nd night: Ivy's apartment

It was an odd experience for Ivy to sit at a table covered with a fine, linen cloth and dine on such a sumptuous meal. She was so used to being on the other side of things, serving drinks and hearty pub fare. And the food at the restaurant Hyde had chosen was far choicer...and far more plentiful...than she normally enjoyed. Not that she was ever at risk of starving: one advantage of working at the Black Oak were the free meals in the kitchen. Even so, her meager diet usually centered around coarse bread, cheese, and simple stews -- not the magnificent roast and other succulent delicacies that Hyde commanded from the genteel staff of La Parisienne.

Heady flavors seduced her tongue with each bite, yet even so, they could not completely wash away the traces of his seed. Ivy flushed throughout dinner, wondering if the other patrons could somehow tell what she'd done.

The quiet ride back to her garrett apartment seemed a stark shift from their magnificent, opulent dinner. At first, Ivy wondered why this seemingly wealthy man would wish to be entertained in her cramped, threadbare apartment. However, it dawned on her that he might be married, whereupon the thought that she was a "guilty distraction" brought a lump to her throat. It was a cold reminder that she was nobody, merely a barmaid Hyde chose to dally with, but would soon discard.

When the carriage drew up before her building on one of the narrower, more-depressed streets of London, they alighted and Hyde wordlessly followed her up several flights of stairs to her one-room apartment. Perched on the top floor, its ceiling was sloped, although the window that jutted out over the roof provided some extra space. There were few furnishings: a small, wooden table and two chairs, a coal stove along the wall, and the simple, iron-frame bed where Ivy slept.

Ivy opened her mouth to make an apology for her inadequate quarters, but her words were cut off by the sudden, fierce onslaught of Hyde's mouth against hers. In a heartbeat, Ivy found herself pressed up against the wall, gasping around Hyde's tongue as his hands mauled her body. Although her eyes were squeezed shut, she heard the sounds of garments hitting the floor. When she felt the cool air against her skin, she opened her eyes to discover that Hyde had completely stripped her of her clothes, although save for his outer cloak, he remained fully dressed. For a few moments, he simply raked his eyes over her and let his hands roam where they would.

Abruptly, he gripped her arms so tightly she winced. Wild-eyed, he shoved her toward the bed. She tumbled back onto it, but managed to sit up as she watched him approach. He didn't so much walk as prowl toward her, slowly undoing his trousers and bringing forth his stiffened cock. When he stood by the side of the bed, he pulled Ivy up to her knees and purred, "Come, taste the dessert I promised you, girl."

Knowing what he expected of her after her experience in the carriage, Ivy took his thick, meaty staff in her mouth and began to suck, bathing him with her saliva. However, sooner than she expected, he pushed her head away, withdrawing from her mouth. Grinning devilishly, Hyde cupped her soft, ample breasts in his palms and slid his glistening cock in the valley between them. As he rocked his hips, sensually fucking her maidenly curves, his thumbs teased her puckered nipples. Ivy found herself so mesmerized by the sight of the bulbous head thrusting again and again, leaving a slick trail of precum along her chest, that Hyde startled her when he spoke.

"By the devil, I knew these beauties would be fuckable," the appreciative remark rumbled up from deep in his chest. "You've a body made for debauchery, my sweet, and I'm not a man to resist."

She met his eyes as he spoke and saw the lust smoldering deep within. Hyde raked his eyes lasciviously over her nude form as he continued grinding his cock between her ample breasts. He let his hands card through her neatly styled hair, freeing her dark tresses from a myriad of tiny pins until her hair cascaded over her shoulders in a wild, wolfish tangle. Ivy jerked her head back and gasped at the exquisite pain as Hyde pinched and twisted her nipples until they were red and stiff from his attentions. They burned in such sweet agony that she was on the verge of begging Hyde to stop when a mighty shudder seized him as he came. With a forceful jerk, Hyde's engorged cock fired thick ropes of semen against Ivy's chest and chin.

It was but a foretaste of things yet to come in the evening.

Ivy sat panting, on her knees, her chest glistening with Hyde's cum, for no more than a few moments before he instructed her to undress him. However, when she raised her hands to his shirt, he caught her wrists and held them fast.

"With your teeth, girl," Hyde commanded in a low, throaty growl, his eyes dancing with wicked merriment.

As Ivy set herself to the task, she discovered Hyde's sly purpose. The struggle to undo each of his shirt buttons forced her to cling to his hips and brush her warm body against his. Hyde allowed himself the pleasure of caressing her at his leisure, threading his fingers through her hair, over her shoulders, down to the small of her back, up alongside the full, heavy curves of her breasts... And by the time Ivy managed to nudge his trousers down and off, he was hard again.

Hours later, her mind, body, and soul were utterly exhausted from Hyde's tireless ravishment. He took pleasures from her that Ivy had never even known existed...had shown her things that a man could do to a woman that she'd only heard of in low, guilty whispers, even among the brash, sordid crowd at the Black Oak.

At one point, Ivy was on her hands and knees, wholly engulfed by Hyde as he fucked her from behind. Their sweat and heat mingled as his brutish body draped over hers. He bit and licked the flesh of her neck and shoulders, covering her smaller hands with his and pressing his strong fingers in between hers. The force of his thrusts as he drove his steely cock relentlessly into her slick depths nearly sent her collapsing in a heap to the bed. As it was, Ivy's head was swimming. She was sure that Hyde had extracted from her every last reserve of strength, everything she possibly had to give, and yet still, he wasn't sated. Dimly, she wondered if she would manage to remember everything clearly the next morning. The night had been an orgy of debauchery.

Hyde was still vigorously ramming his meaty staff in and out of her tight, fleshy channel when the darkness finally overtook her and she sank into unconsciousness.