by Lucy Wild
By the time we went home we were both exhausted and I smiled as she climbed into bed, thinking she should have no inclination for sleepwalking now.
11 August – No sleep now, I am too agitated. I woke up in the night to find Lucy not in bed. The door was shut but not locked. She was not in the sitting room or anywhere in the house. I ran outside and searched the town, finally arriving at the cliff opposite the churchyard. I saw her in the distance reclining on the bench with someone else in the darkness between her legs.
I flew down the steps and up to the churchyard and when I got to the top I saw it was Lucy on the bench. I called her name and someone raised their head from between her legs, a white face with red gleaming eyes. When I reached her the figure had gone and Lucy was quite alone even though her nightdress was around her waist exposing her pussy.
I bent over her and her pussy lips were parted as if she had just been licked there. I flung my shawl over her as she put her hand to her clit and moaned, a dribble of pee leaking from her. I shook her to wake her and she did not seem surprised to see me. She followed me home with the obedience of a child where I tucked her into bed and she implored me to say nothing of what had occurred that night.
Noon – Lucy slept until I woke her but I noticed when her legs were spread in her sleep that pee was dried upon her thighs and noted it was a hint of red lipstick the like of which I knew not.
12 August – Twice in the night Lucy tried to get out. In the morning she seemed as gay as of old and she snuggled in beside me and told me she wanted me inside her. My fingers entered her pussy as she kissed my neck, her body grinding against mine as she found my clit with her hand and together we lay in mutual pleasure until we reached our orgasms at virtually the same moment.
13 August – To bed with the key on my wrist. I awoke in the night to find Lucy pointing at the window, a great bat flapping outside in whirling circles.
14 August – Lucy looked out at the sunset this evening and murmured, “Her red lipstick again. Just the same.” I followed her eyes to see a dark figure seated alone on a bench. That night I walked and thought of Jennifer and as I returned home I saw Lucy with her pussy sticking out of our bedroom window. I ran inside and found her asleep up there and breathing heavily, her hand holding her pussy lips apart as if she were about to pee.
I did not wake her but tucked her up and she looks so sweet as she sleeps.
15 August – Rose later than usual. Lucy was tired. We received a letter that Anthea wishes the marriage to commence soon. Lucy is full of joy.
17 August – No news from Jennifer and Lucy seems to weaken. She eats well and sleeps well but all the time the colour in her cheeks are fading. At night I hear her gasping as if for air. Last night I found her awake in the night leaning out of the window, her pussy thrust forwards again. The red lipstick marks were on her thighs once more.
Letter from Billington and Son to Messrs Carter and Paterson
17 August
Dear Sirs, Please receive these boxes in the ancient bathroom at the mansion. Find enclosed all keys which are labelled. Leave the keys in the main hall when you are done.
Yours,
S F Billington and Son
Mina’s Journal
18 August – I am happy as Lucy seems so much better. Last night she slept well. The colour comes back to her cheeks.
19 August – Joy joy joy. At last news of Jennifer. She has been ill and that is why she did not write. I must travel out to her and bring her home. I take only one change of dress. I must write no more. I must get to her.
Letter from Sister Agatha of Budapest Hospital to Miss Mina Murray
12 August
Dear Madam,
I write by desire of Jennifer Harker who is not strong enough to write. She has been under our care for six weeks suffering from brain fever. She wishes me to convey her love and say that she is sorry for her delay but she will return soon.
Yours with sympathy
PS She has told me ravings of wolves and piss and toilets and I fear to say of what. Be careful that nothing excites her. She reached the train station nearest Castle Wetula and demanded a ticket for home. Be assured she is well cared for.
Dr Seward’s Diary
19 August – Strange change in Renfield. At eight he became excited and sniffed about like a dog. All he would say was, “The mistress is near.” He became more and more excited and then a shifty look came into his eyes. I am weary and can think only of Lucy.
Later – Renfield has escaped. I searched for him with others and saw him scaling the wall out of the asylum to the grounds of the nearby deserted house. I found him on the other side pressing against the door of the old public bathroom. He was talking to someone inside. I heard him say, “I am here to do your pissing Mistress. I am your slave and I will be faithful. I await your commands.”
We closed in on him and he fought like a tiger. He is safe now in the straitjacket and chained to the wall in the padded cell. I sought to soothe him by lowering his trousers as he leaned back against the padding. I took his cock in my hand and felt it harden under my touch. Once it was as firm as could be, I lifted my dress and turned around, backing onto it until it slid into my pussy. I fucked him with my body, grinding back on him as he remained silent. I moved faster and faster until I felt him jerk in me before asking if he felt better. “I shall be patient, mistress. I am coming, coming, coming.” Hot spunk filled my pussy as I took the hint and came too, my clit throbbing almost painfully as my climax washed over me.
As I slid off him I turned and licked the last of his cum from the tip. I was too excited to sleep but writing in this diary has quieted me and I feel I shall now be able to rest.
Letter from Mina to Lucy
Budapest 24 August
“My dearest Lucy,
I know you will be anxious to hear all that happened since I left you in Whitby. I got to Hull and then onto the boat to Hamburg and the train on to here. I found Jennifer looking pale and thin. She is a wreck of herself and remembers nothing. She has had a terrible shock. Sister Agatha has been attempting the Eastern medicine of urine therapy, stripping her and peeing on her three times a day without fail.
Jennifer has enjoyed being peed upon to the extent that she has reached orgasm on every occasion without being touched anywhere by the hand of the nurses. I have expressed my gratitude to Agatha by taking her into a storage room and planting numerous kisses upon her lips. The sight of her nurse’s uniform aroused me so much as I kissed her that I found my hands sliding up it to cup her bottom which was unencumbered by any form of knickers above her stockings. As I caressed her skin she spoke to me of her pee therapy and her work in holding in her desire for the toilet, seeing it as part of her Hippocratic oath to do best for her patients. As she spoke I became increasingly desirous to try it out for myself but she insisted her pee could not be wasted.
As such I joined Jennifer in the treatment room, laying together naked in a light blue porcelain bath as Agatha stood over us and spread her legs to give us both a view of her pussy that was so delightful I had to kiss it. As I did so, Jennifer began to touch me in a way that suggested her mind was commencing to return to her.
Agatha began to pee on the two of us. It soaked my hair with its warmth, running down my face and my body and inflaming my ardour beyond belief. I lapped at her pussy as Jennifer did the same to mine, touching herself with her hand as we happy three began to enjoy the sensations of pee spreading across our bodies. I would not let Agatha step away until I had brought her to climax and I was able to see the contractions of her pussy around my tongue when she reached the peak of her pleasure. Beneath me Jennifer brought me to my own orgasm as she teased and caressed the most sensitive part of me. I found pee escaping me without any effort on my part and Jennifer rubbed it into her chest as she moved to lie above me, running her fingers through the flow of urine before smearing it onto her pussy, gasping out loud as she came at last.
The next day Jennifer told me
more details of her journey and you have no cause to be concerned. I sit by her bedside now as she wakes.
She asked for her coat and I found her notebook but she asked me to leave her alone for a moment and I walked over to the window. She called me back and told me to read the book but not to tell her what was written within for fear of enflaming again her brain fever.
We are now married. I sealed her notebook with wax and told her it would remain unopened unless our lives were in danger. I am the happiest woman in the world since marrying and why do I tell you this? You are very dear to me and I wish to share my joy. I must stop for Jennifer is waking.
Your ever loving
Mina
Letter from Lucy to Mina
Whitby 30 August
My dearest Mina,
Oceans of piss and millions of kisses to you. The strong air here would soon restore Jennifer as it has restored me. Anthea is here and we have walks and drives and she fucks me so hard I can hardly move at times. She tells me she loves me. There she is calling to me to join her in bed again.
Your loving
Lucy
Dr Seward’s Diary
20 August – Renfield has quieted after a week of perpetual violence only quelled with repeated orgasms provided by me. Then one night he said, “Now I can wait.” He is now violent in the day and calm during the night.
23 August – Renfield escaped again. I sent word for attendants to follow and we found him with his head again pressed against the old bathroom door. When he saw me he became furious but then he suddenly grew calm as a bat flapped past.
Lucy Wetenra’s Diary
24 August – Last night I dreamed I was at Whitby. Mother is unwell. There was a flapping at my window last night but I still managed to fall asleep after masturbating with a candle deep within me, filling my pussy until I contracted around it and let my eyes close with it sliding from me. More bad dreams and I find myself never needing to pee these days. My face is pale and my bladder pains me. I shall cheer up when Anthea comes.
Letter from Anthea to Dr Seward
31 August
My dear June,
Lucy is ill and I know not the cause. I ask that you see her tomorrow after coming for lunch which will not arise her suspicions as to your attendance. Do not fail. I must attend my father who is also ill. Please inform me of your findings.
Letter from Dr Seward to Anthea
2 September
My dear lady,
In my opinion this is no malady I know of. She is woefully ill and all I could think of to do was provide her with restorative semen. To this affect I called my assistant to her and told him to undress. Lucy looked flushed when she saw the size of his organ but she was able to rise enough to admit him into her mouth, sucking and licking him as if her very life depended on it. She brought him to an orgasm in under a minute which impressed me no end as I watched him spurt cum into her mouth and onto her face which she licked hungrily down.
Afterwards she sank again into a malaise and informed me she had not urinated for many days. This is not something I have encountered before but I shall endeavour to make her pee and to that effect have forced her to drink countless vessels of fluid of all kinds but to no avail.
I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Pissing of Amsterdam, an expert in this field as you know. I asked him to come at once.
Yours,
June
Letter from Abraham Van Pissing to Dr Seward
2 September
My good friend,
I am coming to you. Have her near at hand so I can see her tomorrow. Till then goodbye my friend.
Van Pissing
Letter from Dr Seward to Anthea Holmwood
3 September
My dear Ant,
Van Pissing has come and come and gone. He came to see Lucy and examined her in detail. He suggested she may be revived by a threesome and as such did strip himself from his clothes and advised me to do the same. I stripped myself and had to help Lucy to undress as she is weaker than ever. He let the two of us lap at his cock which stiffened mightily under the caress of two tongues. Lucy seemed to strengthen during this and soon was riding his cock whilst I sat upon his face and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue up inside me. I watched Lucy bounce up and down on him with some of her old energy, holding her breasts in her hands as she leaned over and began to kiss me. I could not hold in my orgasm and it escaped me at the same time as a torrent of pee which almost choked poor Van Pissing. He thrust faster upwards and I saw his cock twitch as he spurted cum into her pussy.
Afterwards he bade me leave them alone and I espied through the window him making the most intimate medical examination of her body, using a magnifying glass to closely observe her pussy and urethra whilst imploring her to attempt peeing but to no avail.
When I returned to them he told me he must away home and think. He would say nothing more and left shortly afterwards.
Dr Seward’s Diary
4 September – Renfield became so violent at noon that it took all my efforts to let his cock enter me in the pacifying way I had learned to carry out. I let him fuck my bottom today thinking it would perhaps calm him further. As he stretched my anus with his hard shaft I found myself overcome with heat and desire, orgasming thrice before he reached his own climax and filled my arse with hot spunk.
Later on he apologised for his anger and begged to be allowed to return to his own room so he is there again. “All over,” he said as he stared out of the window. “No hope for me unless I do it myself.”
Midnight – I returned from seeing dear Lucy to find him yelling at the setting sun. The man fascinates me.
Telegram Seward to Van Pissing
4 September – Patient greatly improved.
Telegram Seward to Van Pissing
6 September – Terrible change for the worse. Come at once.
Chapter 4
Dr Seward’s Diary
Van Pissing came again with his case of effects, offering to stay for some considerable time. Lucy was ghastly pale, the red gone from her lips. Her breathing was painful to see or hear. Van Pissing took me aside and said. “She will die of lack of fluid. We must provide her with some immediately.”
We went into her room and Van Pissing took a collection of dildos from his medical bag. He handed one to me and took one for himself and together we approached Lucy who moaned quietly in distress. I took instruction from me, bringing her to a wetness that seemed to drip from her pussy by kissing her neck and teasing her nipples. I pressed the dildo to her pussy and let it slide into her as Van Pissing called Anthea in to join us. He told her to piss in the patient’s mouth and she climbed above the bed and lifted her dress, squatting over Lucy’s face and letting golden fluid leak from her. It fell into Lucy’s mouth whilst we kept her moaning by fucking her pussy and arse with the dildos. As we did so Van Pissing noticed a touch of red lipstick on Lucy’s thigh and he gave a sharp intake of breath but said nothing.
After Anthea had finished peeing into Lucy Van Pissing and put his cock to her mouth and she brought him to orgasm in minutes. Van Pissing climaxed onto her face and watched her lap at the thick fluid, drinking it down as if it were ambrosia itself.
Anthea was sent away and Lucy slept, her breathing stronger. “What do you make of that lipstick?” I asked.
“I must away and find books I need. Remain here and do not let her leave your sight. Watch her all night.”
8 September – I sat up all night with Lucy. Her spirits were good but she was afraid to sleep. I watched her until long after sunrise as she dozed. I fear I may have fallen into slumber myself at one point.
Lucy Wetenra’s Diary
9 September – I feel so happy. Somehow Anthea feels close to me. I am glad Dr Seward watches over me.
Dr Seward’s Diary
10 September – Van Pissing returned and together we entered Lucy’s bedroom. She lay more white and wan than ever, even her lips were white. Van Pissing l
ooked furious. “We must get more fluid in her.”
He removed his clothes and stood by her face, frantically masturbating as she let her mouth fall open. Soon a spurt of cum escaped his cock and she swallowed eagerly without opening her eyes. He made me piss into her open mouth which I did so with all possible haste, watching her gulp down my pee as I found myself too worried for her to become at all aroused by the sight. Van Pissing sent me home to rest afterwards.
11 September – Van Pissing gave Lucy a wreath of garlic to hand round her neck and would broach no protest. He took toilet roll and wiped garlic all over the sashes of the windows before latching them securely. He did the same with the door and the fireplace.
He bade Lucy to rest and took me with him to his coach, noting the worry in my eyes and planting a kiss on my lips. I found myself becoming wet as his tongue entered my mouth and he stroked my body as the driver took us to my home. As we approached he lifted his cock free from his trousers and slid it into me, letting me ride him to an orgasm which assuaged my fears for at least a little while before kissing me goodnight whilst fucking me so hard I hit my head on the top of the coach. He came in me with a grunt and then I climbed down from the coach to a final kiss.
17 September – I was engaged in my study in the asylum when Renfield burst in and aimed for me. He tore my dress from me, scaring me so much a little pee leaked from me to the floor. Before he could attack further attendants arrived and found him lapping at me pee as it lay upon the floor. “Pee is the life!” he repeated over and over.
18 September – I drove to see Lucy but every window and door was fastened and locked. Van Pissing arrived whilst I in vain sought ingress and he took out a surgical saw and together we attacked the iron bars over the kitchen window. Once they were cut through we climbed in and found nobody present. We ran to Lucy’s room and found her in a dead faint upon her bed, her mother dead beside her. Van Pissing carried her over his shoulder and placed her in the first bath he could find, peeing straight into her mouth and imploring me to do the same. As I squatted over her face and spread my pussy lips apart to let urine trickle from me into her throat. She stirred a little and my heart soared.