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To the massive majority of people, the address on the corner of a less than salubrious warehouse district even though in the greatest city in the world was entirely unknown; just an anonymous little polygon to fill a void in the map. To some – mostly river folk or dock workers - it was the oddly located little shop that obviously didn't see any passing trade. To a small amount of people; ageing sportsmen and dedicated bibliophiles who had actually been inside, the sign (Of pealing gilt and a colour that would one day be known as “British Racing Green”.) above the door pronounced it to be “Cavendish Sporting Books”. To a tiny amount of people, who on entering the establishment knew to ask; “Perchance do you have anything on fencing?” and who were led through the stacks which smelt of athleticism gone to seed and fishing tackle not sufficiently dried before being packed away forever. It was a front for department X (A nominal though that no-one was entirely sure represented the letter itself or a Roman numeral.) of; Her most Britannic Majesty’s Secret Service. To almost no-one though it was “the Bureau” or to give it it’s full name; “The Bureau of Extra-normal Affairs.”
If you were born the seventh son of a seventh son, (Or indeed a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.) with different coloured eyes or more than the required number of digits or became a remaining twin. Someone, somewhere in a nondescript office would know about it and a telegram would be sent here to say so. Then somebody else somewhere else would be detailed to monitor you until they were entirely sure you were a danger to no-one least of all yourself.
If someone went missing in the fog, was reported to levitate, or claimed to have seen any one of a number of an extraordinarily long list of obviously imaginary creatures from boggarts to sylphs, eyebrows would be raised but quietly in the background someone here would be informed about it.
This was the place you came when no-one else could help you, or when forces other than the numerous enemies that the empire already had were raised against it. Their operatives worked beyond endurance to keep a population, entirely unaware of their guardianship safe from all manner of threats real and imagined but all, serious and potentially fatal.
Rachel was a girl of striking beauty and quick and dexterous mind but it was her lot to have been born poor into a society that like none before it determined success with wealth and permitted those without it scant opportunities for advancement. As a c***d her mother and her six c***dless sisters - who Rachel loved as her aunts - had doted upon her as the youngest, though this was not to say that her brother and five sisters went thus neglected. She too though, as all here siblings had been, was expected even required to leave the crowded family home – where she had had to share a bed, as well as other more intimate things with two of her sisters… – to look for work as soon as she was old enough.
Now she lay in bed, staring up at the fly specked peeling paper on the steeply sloping roof which formed one wall of the tiny garret room. There was no window and the one candle she could afford to keep lit – though she would have dearly liked to have used many more – afforded inadequate illumination but much in the way of disconcerting, flickering shadows. Even though her day had started s*******n and a half hours earlier when she had risen to sweep the ashes from the hearths of the grand four floored terraced house beneath her, she did not wish to sleep. For the last few nights she had been troubled by dreams that found her shaking when she woke and both her forehead wet with sweat and loins moist for reasons she could not explain… This though was not the most disconcerting thing; this morning when she bathed herself as best she could with cold water from the jug, she found upon her sweet, pale, ripe body; marks. Scratches, all about her breasts and what she took to be bites from her navel to her nether lips. She had though not been roused and her simple cotton nightgown had been modestly still wrapped about her when she awoke.
For fear of dismissal she had kept this all to herself and though she ached excruciatingly throughout the day had fulfilled her duties without complaint, so that no-one was aware of her growing fear and confusion. It terrified her now though to close her eyes for fear of what she might discover in the morning… As it inevitably will though time passed; her heavy lids fell, she was unable to stave off sleep and the candle burnt itself down to blackness.
From the shadows of the chimney of the house where Rachel worked; high above the affluent bobby patrolled street below, but only separated from the girl’s room by the slates of the roof, plasterboard and paper a graceful form emerged. Each step on the steep gradient of the roof was careful and considered. A cold hand snaked within the close fitting dark grey body suit fumbling a pair of overly intricate glasses from the inside breast pocket before placing then upon the bridge of an entirely charming nose. Looking downward, the brightest pair of zaffre eyes one could ever hope to stare into now saw in ghostly outline the room below; the sleeping girl in bed, the battered wardrobe and the single flimsy chair. For now at least though the girl was thankfully alone.
Those eyes had been watching Rachel from the shadows for years, because a significant fact about her was known to the person to whom they belonged; Rachel had another sister… That sister happened to be the young lady who even now stood upon her roof and looked lovingly down at her sleeping form. As such Rachel was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter; which made her of some interest to the Bureau… Rowena did not know if it was blind luck, fate or some deity pulling at the skeins of reality that had seen her assigned to her youngest sister’s observation. She did know though that no other agent would do as thorough or dedicated a job as she herself would and that if there was the merest hint that Rachel was significant she’d do all she could to get her recruited too.
Rowena had been the most wilful of c***dren and had run away from home at the age of nine (When Rachel was only two) after falling out with all of her aunts. As is too often the case with young girls alone in the city, she grew into her teens abused and taken the vilest advantage of by nameless lecherous men. Nevertheless though she grew up strong in both body and spirit and grew up well indeed; beautiful, desirable, sexual. Of all the agents of the Bureau she was the most beautiful , the most skilled in seduction and bedroom skills, and it was said had a man and not a woman’s physical desires. Further it was whispered by those very few honoured enough to know, that she could suffer much more than most and even get pleasure from the taking of it. She was the most accomplished female agent they had; though currently the youngest and her superiors knew she would ever succeed on the mission she was assigned.
Rachel had been asleep for two hours, and all the while her unseen guardian had monitored the room, in which she slept. Rowena had though spent as much time as she could here and must be away to other duties, she removed the delicate glasses returned them to their pocket before skipping away lightly across the rooftops .
In the room though a vaporous form slipped in from the space between reality and dreams and began to coalesce from beneath the wardrobe; rising to become a male that was not quite human, for it sported a tail, horns and a small pair of leathery wings. No clothes had formed about it when it took physical form and as such it stood above Rachel’s bed entirely naked, as it had done the four nights before this one. As then, the long pianist’s fingers of its right hand closed about the impressive length of its manhood as it stared down at the girl. Its bare feet making no sound on the floorboards, it closed the three paces it needed to stand beside her head and squatted gracefully down to whisper in her ear in a language that sounded like an underwater rock fall. Though it remained inky black in the little room, at this her eyes drew open, though it seemed she still slept since her breathing was still shallow and slow and she wriggled and kicked the sheet and blanket from above her form.
Rising and reaching out with its long fingers it stroked the girl’s full lips and teased them apart before slipping the digits in between them and thrusting slowly back and forth. The girl moaned slightly and pawed at her flimsy nightgown drawing it upward to expose first her intimate part then lower belly and finally her pert ripe little breasts. With almost no effort the thing jumped upon the bed straddling her head and then lowered itself to kneel trapping her arms to the bed with its shins. She moaned again but licked her lips as the now weeping rod of its organ was brought to her lips and pressed down her throat, till the opening between its buttocks was tickled by her nose. Its tail snaked around and about her neck to tighten and increase the resistance to the organ that seemed already likely to choke her. Smiling wickedly, its eyes closed with delight; it bent forward to nuzzle and bite at her belly and nether lips and to kneed and scratch at her breasts.
It took long for the thing to achieve and when it had, it did so with the sound of steam from a kettle, but it did not withdraw. Just paused for a moment, shuddered and started to ravish her anew. Throughout the rest of the night it gorged upon and in her, achieving four more times without any more pause than that first time. After that fifth time it let out a brief thankful sigh and dissipated into that same cloud of gas and crept away beneath the wardrobe.
Rachel woke early to again see to the house, her bed clothes and gown in disarray, the marks renewed upon her pale skin, her throat very sore and feeling as though she had not slept a wink. By now she was getting worried, and was wrestling with telling her employer what had happened to her, but she decided to give it one more night. If the same thing happened tonight then and only then would she go and talk to the butler about her fears. For the rest of the day she was slow and clumsy but it was obvious to the other maid that Rachel was not well so she did what she could pick up the slack and thus no one upstairs noticed Rachel’s behaviour and those downstairs that did ignored and covered for it.
The day passed, the night arrived and once again Rachel was afraid to go to sleep. Once again though the shadow by the chimney was there, and the girl within it was dressed as she had been the night before but carried a bulging satchel over her shoulder.
The night progressed as had the last; Rachel trying with the aid of a single candle to stave off sleep that she now feared to find; and failing. The vapour began to form again but this time Rowena had stayed and though through the unlikely spectacles the thing’s arrival was very hard to detect there was movement enough to suggest something was happening. Adrenaline fizzing through her lithe body the agent slid down the slates to catch the gutter one handed and swing to the drainpipe and descend to the ground, so far below. It was but a moment’s work to sneak to the rear of the house, pick the lock and slip within. As she climbed silently up the many stairs, she buckled a belt with a holster and a knife sheath about her trim waist and below her breath began to incant a quick anti demonic spell. (She did not like the heavy “revolver” that the Bureau had imported from America but was aware that she might need more stopping power than her favourite knife could bring.)
The thing was squatting, pulling at itself and in the process of ensorcering Rachel, so engrossed in fact was it in doing so, that it did not even notice Rowena’s entrance. The view that the spectacles afforded her though monotone, did allow her to operate effectively. Even through these, to her shame – she felt the heat rushing to her cheeks – she could not help but be impressed by its proportions and indeed almost felt a jealousy for her sister… However, she was here to stop and not seduce it.
It was an easy kill; the knife slipped from its sheath without even a whisper, silently Rowena stepped behind it, as it was still distracted and pulling at itself. The blade went in to the thing’s neck more easily than had its rod into Rachel’s throat the night before, its pulse was pounding so fast that thick oily blood spurted from the wound like a fountain, it was hot and as it fell across Rachel’s skin she moaned loudly. The thing gurgled its last; the final thoughts that went through its simple mind were lust and surprise, but mostly lust. It had dissipated to a pale smoke before the body could fall to the floor.
Rowena looked down at the ghostly, pale of form of the sister she hadn’t even really known through the spectacles, for a while she considered how much she could get for them (Having run across more than a fence or two in her short life.) if she claimed they were lost in the course of the mission. The Bureau had been kind to her; giving her a safe place to stay, adventure and introducing her to a plethora of interesting, athletic and powerful lovers. Still it never did to let a girl feel unrewarded, and then it struck her; below her in the dark was Rachel, all but naked and still bound by the incubus’ lust spell. She wasn’t sure how long it would affect the girl but they certainly couldn’t make good there escape while it did. There were still a few hours till dawn.
She sheathed the knife, folded the spectacles back in to their padded pocket in the body suit and then began to wriggle out of it. She was going to enjoy this and already knew that were Rachel conscious of her actions she would too…
If you were born the seventh son of a seventh son, (Or indeed a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.) with different coloured eyes or more than the required number of digits or became a remaining twin. Someone, somewhere in a nondescript office would know about it and a telegram would be sent here to say so. Then somebody else somewhere else would be detailed to monitor you until they were entirely sure you were a danger to no-one least of all yourself.
If someone went missing in the fog, was reported to levitate, or claimed to have seen any one of a number of an extraordinarily long list of obviously imaginary creatures from boggarts to sylphs, eyebrows would be raised but quietly in the background someone here would be informed about it.
This was the place you came when no-one else could help you, or when forces other than the numerous enemies that the empire already had were raised against it. Their operatives worked beyond endurance to keep a population, entirely unaware of their guardianship safe from all manner of threats real and imagined but all, serious and potentially fatal.
Rachel was a girl of striking beauty and quick and dexterous mind but it was her lot to have been born poor into a society that like none before it determined success with wealth and permitted those without it scant opportunities for advancement. As a c***d her mother and her six c***dless sisters - who Rachel loved as her aunts - had doted upon her as the youngest, though this was not to say that her brother and five sisters went thus neglected. She too though, as all here siblings had been, was expected even required to leave the crowded family home – where she had had to share a bed, as well as other more intimate things with two of her sisters… – to look for work as soon as she was old enough.
Now she lay in bed, staring up at the fly specked peeling paper on the steeply sloping roof which formed one wall of the tiny garret room. There was no window and the one candle she could afford to keep lit – though she would have dearly liked to have used many more – afforded inadequate illumination but much in the way of disconcerting, flickering shadows. Even though her day had started s*******n and a half hours earlier when she had risen to sweep the ashes from the hearths of the grand four floored terraced house beneath her, she did not wish to sleep. For the last few nights she had been troubled by dreams that found her shaking when she woke and both her forehead wet with sweat and loins moist for reasons she could not explain… This though was not the most disconcerting thing; this morning when she bathed herself as best she could with cold water from the jug, she found upon her sweet, pale, ripe body; marks. Scratches, all about her breasts and what she took to be bites from her navel to her nether lips. She had though not been roused and her simple cotton nightgown had been modestly still wrapped about her when she awoke.
For fear of dismissal she had kept this all to herself and though she ached excruciatingly throughout the day had fulfilled her duties without complaint, so that no-one was aware of her growing fear and confusion. It terrified her now though to close her eyes for fear of what she might discover in the morning… As it inevitably will though time passed; her heavy lids fell, she was unable to stave off sleep and the candle burnt itself down to blackness.
From the shadows of the chimney of the house where Rachel worked; high above the affluent bobby patrolled street below, but only separated from the girl’s room by the slates of the roof, plasterboard and paper a graceful form emerged. Each step on the steep gradient of the roof was careful and considered. A cold hand snaked within the close fitting dark grey body suit fumbling a pair of overly intricate glasses from the inside breast pocket before placing then upon the bridge of an entirely charming nose. Looking downward, the brightest pair of zaffre eyes one could ever hope to stare into now saw in ghostly outline the room below; the sleeping girl in bed, the battered wardrobe and the single flimsy chair. For now at least though the girl was thankfully alone.
Those eyes had been watching Rachel from the shadows for years, because a significant fact about her was known to the person to whom they belonged; Rachel had another sister… That sister happened to be the young lady who even now stood upon her roof and looked lovingly down at her sleeping form. As such Rachel was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter; which made her of some interest to the Bureau… Rowena did not know if it was blind luck, fate or some deity pulling at the skeins of reality that had seen her assigned to her youngest sister’s observation. She did know though that no other agent would do as thorough or dedicated a job as she herself would and that if there was the merest hint that Rachel was significant she’d do all she could to get her recruited too.
Rowena had been the most wilful of c***dren and had run away from home at the age of nine (When Rachel was only two) after falling out with all of her aunts. As is too often the case with young girls alone in the city, she grew into her teens abused and taken the vilest advantage of by nameless lecherous men. Nevertheless though she grew up strong in both body and spirit and grew up well indeed; beautiful, desirable, sexual. Of all the agents of the Bureau she was the most beautiful , the most skilled in seduction and bedroom skills, and it was said had a man and not a woman’s physical desires. Further it was whispered by those very few honoured enough to know, that she could suffer much more than most and even get pleasure from the taking of it. She was the most accomplished female agent they had; though currently the youngest and her superiors knew she would ever succeed on the mission she was assigned.
Rachel had been asleep for two hours, and all the while her unseen guardian had monitored the room, in which she slept. Rowena had though spent as much time as she could here and must be away to other duties, she removed the delicate glasses returned them to their pocket before skipping away lightly across the rooftops .
In the room though a vaporous form slipped in from the space between reality and dreams and began to coalesce from beneath the wardrobe; rising to become a male that was not quite human, for it sported a tail, horns and a small pair of leathery wings. No clothes had formed about it when it took physical form and as such it stood above Rachel’s bed entirely naked, as it had done the four nights before this one. As then, the long pianist’s fingers of its right hand closed about the impressive length of its manhood as it stared down at the girl. Its bare feet making no sound on the floorboards, it closed the three paces it needed to stand beside her head and squatted gracefully down to whisper in her ear in a language that sounded like an underwater rock fall. Though it remained inky black in the little room, at this her eyes drew open, though it seemed she still slept since her breathing was still shallow and slow and she wriggled and kicked the sheet and blanket from above her form.
Rising and reaching out with its long fingers it stroked the girl’s full lips and teased them apart before slipping the digits in between them and thrusting slowly back and forth. The girl moaned slightly and pawed at her flimsy nightgown drawing it upward to expose first her intimate part then lower belly and finally her pert ripe little breasts. With almost no effort the thing jumped upon the bed straddling her head and then lowered itself to kneel trapping her arms to the bed with its shins. She moaned again but licked her lips as the now weeping rod of its organ was brought to her lips and pressed down her throat, till the opening between its buttocks was tickled by her nose. Its tail snaked around and about her neck to tighten and increase the resistance to the organ that seemed already likely to choke her. Smiling wickedly, its eyes closed with delight; it bent forward to nuzzle and bite at her belly and nether lips and to kneed and scratch at her breasts.
It took long for the thing to achieve and when it had, it did so with the sound of steam from a kettle, but it did not withdraw. Just paused for a moment, shuddered and started to ravish her anew. Throughout the rest of the night it gorged upon and in her, achieving four more times without any more pause than that first time. After that fifth time it let out a brief thankful sigh and dissipated into that same cloud of gas and crept away beneath the wardrobe.
Rachel woke early to again see to the house, her bed clothes and gown in disarray, the marks renewed upon her pale skin, her throat very sore and feeling as though she had not slept a wink. By now she was getting worried, and was wrestling with telling her employer what had happened to her, but she decided to give it one more night. If the same thing happened tonight then and only then would she go and talk to the butler about her fears. For the rest of the day she was slow and clumsy but it was obvious to the other maid that Rachel was not well so she did what she could pick up the slack and thus no one upstairs noticed Rachel’s behaviour and those downstairs that did ignored and covered for it.
The day passed, the night arrived and once again Rachel was afraid to go to sleep. Once again though the shadow by the chimney was there, and the girl within it was dressed as she had been the night before but carried a bulging satchel over her shoulder.
The night progressed as had the last; Rachel trying with the aid of a single candle to stave off sleep that she now feared to find; and failing. The vapour began to form again but this time Rowena had stayed and though through the unlikely spectacles the thing’s arrival was very hard to detect there was movement enough to suggest something was happening. Adrenaline fizzing through her lithe body the agent slid down the slates to catch the gutter one handed and swing to the drainpipe and descend to the ground, so far below. It was but a moment’s work to sneak to the rear of the house, pick the lock and slip within. As she climbed silently up the many stairs, she buckled a belt with a holster and a knife sheath about her trim waist and below her breath began to incant a quick anti demonic spell. (She did not like the heavy “revolver” that the Bureau had imported from America but was aware that she might need more stopping power than her favourite knife could bring.)
The thing was squatting, pulling at itself and in the process of ensorcering Rachel, so engrossed in fact was it in doing so, that it did not even notice Rowena’s entrance. The view that the spectacles afforded her though monotone, did allow her to operate effectively. Even through these, to her shame – she felt the heat rushing to her cheeks – she could not help but be impressed by its proportions and indeed almost felt a jealousy for her sister… However, she was here to stop and not seduce it.
It was an easy kill; the knife slipped from its sheath without even a whisper, silently Rowena stepped behind it, as it was still distracted and pulling at itself. The blade went in to the thing’s neck more easily than had its rod into Rachel’s throat the night before, its pulse was pounding so fast that thick oily blood spurted from the wound like a fountain, it was hot and as it fell across Rachel’s skin she moaned loudly. The thing gurgled its last; the final thoughts that went through its simple mind were lust and surprise, but mostly lust. It had dissipated to a pale smoke before the body could fall to the floor.
Rowena looked down at the ghostly, pale of form of the sister she hadn’t even really known through the spectacles, for a while she considered how much she could get for them (Having run across more than a fence or two in her short life.) if she claimed they were lost in the course of the mission. The Bureau had been kind to her; giving her a safe place to stay, adventure and introducing her to a plethora of interesting, athletic and powerful lovers. Still it never did to let a girl feel unrewarded, and then it struck her; below her in the dark was Rachel, all but naked and still bound by the incubus’ lust spell. She wasn’t sure how long it would affect the girl but they certainly couldn’t make good there escape while it did. There were still a few hours till dawn.
She sheathed the knife, folded the spectacles back in to their padded pocket in the body suit and then began to wriggle out of it. She was going to enjoy this and already knew that were Rachel conscious of her actions she would too…
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