{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7d32deb4-e002-4233-b929-751788ab1846","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-07-07T22:02:30.308Z","title":"XIX Century Love Story","slug":"xix-century-love-story","shortId":"uZFiu4o1","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Evie \"Cock-knotter\" is probably one of the most famous prostitutes in XIX century London slums. She finds a very special client one night...","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"88815cd6-95dc-4aa6-a588-c94ed05ecb6e","title":null,"summary":"1887, november 10th\nFilthy snow falling on Whitechapel. Evie remembered white snow \nfalling in her v","wordCount":1896,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

1887, november 10th

Filthy snow falling on Whitechapel. Evie remembered white snow \nfalling in her village when she was a toddler, but in London suburbs \nsnow is soiled with fumes and it compacts and turns into dark slippery \nmud in the streets.

People try to keep themselves warm, but she needs to find a client. \nThat bastard of O'Realy charges two shillings for a bottle of \"brandy\", \nand she is short of four pennies. She's prowling and she wants that \nelegant man that comes down the street.

He is obviously out of place, cowering with shame in his big coat, \nbut evidently watching and gauging the women. They show him their tits, \ntheir legs, one of them lifted her skirt up to the belly button, but he \nkeeps walking down the street, turning his prying eyes on other girls. \nEvie has no rival; men say her mouth could tie a knot on a dick, her \nfingers are nimble, and above all that her cunt is magical. Little they \nknow those poor sods that they usually are so smashed and drunk that \nthey cannot feel the difference between the inside of a pussy or \nsticking her cock between her inner thights, thrusting and frictioning \nagainst her legs without never penetrating her. But that gentleman is \nobviously rich, he must be one of those high society perverts. Evie will\n make her pay the high price and make him thank her for her services.

- Eh, M'lord! It's a cold night and y'ar looking f'r som' embers. Look'a no moar; you found the best fire
\n+ Eh.. + the man stopped + Eexcuze me, milady, I didn't fwant to ..
\n- What's dat accent, M'lord? Y'ar not from here around, aren't ya? I \ncannoe allow ya to stride alone, somebody could take avantage o'ya
\n+ Non, milady, certainly.. I am looking for sometheeng, sometheeng special
\n- I kna what y'ar looking fer - She took one of his hands and pressed it\n against one of her breasts, holding firmly - Y'arr looking for soft and\n hot skin that take this cold off
\n+ Mi.. milady
\n- And moar - She took her hand and placed it under her skirt, between \nher legs - I can make all yar fantasies true M'lord- she whispered- none\n better than good ol' Evie

Evie looked into the face of the stranger, she was even taller than \nhim, and he looked so feeble that Evie entertained a fleeting thought of\n beating him bloody and stealing his wallet. He was unshaved and he had \nbig dark circles in her sad eyes as if he hadn't sleep for weeks. He \nkept his fingers caressing her labia, getting her wet, and pushed \ntimidly one finger inside her. He took out his hand and smelled the \nfingertips, concentrated.

+ Yes, yes, zat would be excellent. Zat's fwhat I waz lookeeng for.
\n- Come with me, M'lord - I have a room, a clean room, not like those filthy harlots, come with me.

She took him by his arm and led him to where she lived, but in the \nmiddle of an alley her client stopped and fell to his knees, shivering, \nhis arms crossed in front of his stomach

- M'Lord? What happens? Are ya sick?
\n+ Non, non!! Pas maintenant!!! + he mumbled + Surtout pas maintenant + his shallow voice changed to a muffled growling one

The small silhouete of the little stranger left a ripping sound, not \nonly of clothes getting torn off, but a wet sound of bone and muscle \ngetting misplaced. Suddenly it was a big dark body that covered the \nlight on the alley. Evie didn't have the time to shout when she received\n a savage blow to her face throwing her back like a rag doll. She was \nlying in the snow, bleeding and disoriented, trying to get up when she \ngets rammed brutally by the monster that was his small client. A big \nhand, more like a claw, clenched in her neck, crushing her windpipe, and\n he smashed her back against one bricked wall, making her spit blood \nfrom her mouth.

She couldn't stop staring at his eyes. His face was turned into \nsomething bestial, more like a distorted gorilla with hair everywhere, \nyellow fangs in a maddening smile; but the worst were his eyes, \nbloodshot, staring at her with the undeniable wish to smash her to a \npulp with all the anger of the world.

She started hitting him, slapping his face while tears were running \ndown her cheeks. He was amused at this, at each slap he chuckled, he \ngrowled mockingly

+ Vas-y, frappe, petite souris..

He was getting near her. He pushed her against the wall and Evie was \nafraid that her ribs would crack and her chest would burst open spilling\n her guts. He was a man after all. She clenched her fist and smacked his\n dick expecting him to release her.

His face changed expression, like something puzzling. She tried to \npunch him again in his cock, but it was clear that he didn't felt pain \nfrom the hits. She opened her palm and passed it all over the shaft \nwhich by this point was undeniable excited. She stroked it, as \nmasterfully as she knew. The monster was staring into her eyes, but he \nleft his forceful hold upon her. He allowed her to stand on her own \nfeet, smelling her and caressing her blonde hair with his gnarly paw.

She got on her knees, staring at that excited penis in front of her, \nbigger than any other she ever had between her hands. She immediately \nengulfed it with her mouth. She would have needed an axe to make that \nmonstruosity bend, no way to make her special “cock-knotting”. In any \ncase the former shy man made undeniable growling sounds, breathing \ndeeply, drunk with lust.

He grips her and throws her into the snow. He digs his claws in her \nknees and opens forcefully her legs. She tries to stand up and a fist \nhits hard on her face and she feels her eye explode in pain while almost\n losing conscious.

He tries to make her way between her legs, pushing his sex blindly \ninto her while she's almost limp. She shouts \"STOP!! YA'LL KILL ME\" - \nsuddenly the monster stops and looks at her annoyed and puzzled - allow \nme to get ya what ya need - she whimpers

The monster is powerful, brutal, animalistic, but he is still a man, \nand Evie knows how to make men obey her. She makes him lay on her back \nwhile she climbs upon him. He pushes his penis inside her, carefully, \nsmothering it with her pussy - It is soft and warm ain' it? Like I told \nya. - The monster clenches her fists, willing to destroy her violently, \nbut she moves so expertly, forth and back, the pleasure confuses the \nbestial mind, he starts to growl and howl, and when he has achieved \nclimax and shoots his warm sperm into her, the monster begins to shrink,\n to lose hair and to turn him into the naked little man he was at the \nbeginning.

She passes out

Next morning she wakes up in a fine fethered bed in a rich decorated \nroom. It is warm, and yet the atmosphere is ethereal. There's no part of\n her body that doesn't hurt. She has claws marks that have been sewn and\n dressed, her face is sore and one of her eyes is swollen shut.

The little man is next to her, crisp shaven this time, and visibly more healthy. He shily smiled.

+ I know you 'ave questions, mademoiselle Evie. I vill try to explain theengs to you + Evie nodded and listened while the man poured some water and helped her drink.

+ I am a chemist, eminent scientific at Sorbonne University at Paris.+ he paused for a moment, like gathering his thoughts.

+ I made.. experiments.. I created an elixeer to make every man \n'ealthy and strong. + He stopped with the shadow of regret in his frown +\n I tried samples on clochards.. unsuccesfully.

+ I perfectioned the formula, I made it pure, I was so near.... I \ndrank it myself. It gave me strength, it gave me speed, it made me \npowerful.. and also it transformed me into my other me + He looked at \nEvie stright into her single opened eye, and proceeded with grave voice +\n .. a monster with another separated mind.

- The monster..

+ I prefer to call 'im by 'is name. ‘E ‘as a deeferent mind, \npersonality and goals. At zhe beginning it appeared only when I drank my\n elixeer. But I have drank so much that now 'e comes out whenever 'e \nweeshes. I need an anteedote to keep myself human; and for which I need \nsome ingridients

- What was what you were looking in the girls, M'Lord?

+ Des sécretions vaginales, mademoiselle Evie + He coughs \nfalsely as if he were excusing himself for touching such sensitive \nsubject + A lady’s intimate nectar. Prime ingredient for zhe antidote, \nbut regretfully my other myself appeared and for that I am sorry. But \nyou did sometheeng incredible. You tamed 'im. I mean, you tamed me. I \ndon't feel 'im knockeeng at the back of my mind any more. 'e feels in \nstupor, content. I am so gratefool.

- I've been told I have a magical cunt, M'Lord -she painfully smiled

+ You will be payed, generousily, and you can live in this homestead .\n I would like you to live with me if that offer doesn't repulse you, \nmademoiselle.

Evie looked at the man, who was staring at her with questioning eyes,\n like a drowning man who watches an approaching boat in the distance. \nShe made her mind for a long time.

- What's your name?

+ I'm le Docteur Jekyll, Mademoiselle, at your service. My other self is Monsieur Hyde .

- I accept - the doctor started to smile like if a sunray pierced \nheavy clouds and shone directly on his face. She affirms her voice and \ncontinue - on one condition.

+ Whatever you wish, mademoiselle.

ONE YEAR LATER : WHITECHAPEL NOVEMBER 1888

I am the man they call Jack the Ripper. Obviously Jack isn't \nmy true name, it's the first name that came to my mind when I sent that \nfirst letter to the press. I have terrorized whole England, I have \ntortured, killed, slaughtered five prostitutes in Whitechapel, the last \nof them, Mary Jane Kelly was a masterpiece, the best of my art.. until I\n saw Evie Cock-knotter.

They said she was retired by a French aristocrat, but I \nrecognized her, there in the street. I had so many ideas, so many dreams\n involving her and sharp tools. I grew discouraged when she left \nWhitechapel. Now that I saw her, I needed her, with my good manners and \nwaving some coins she accepted to have me for the whole night in my \nappartment.

I knocked her unconcious, brought her to the cellar. I waved \nmy knifes and tools in front of her. Fear was on her eyes, but good old \nEvie was a drunkard, I accepted when she asked me to allow her to drink \nher last shot of brandy. She gulped the content of the little flask \nstaring at me directly into my eyes, but no shadow of fear was any \nlonger in her sight...

Oh, what a mistake I made.

Now I'm dying, my severed head is watching how the monster \nthat was Evie is eating, swallowing, my ripped body; and in doing so she\n stares at my face, grinning...

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