Chapter 5.

It was some minutes before Hyde could rouse herself from the exhausted afterglow of her sexual release. Sir Francis made no move at this time to further attempt to physically coerce Jacqueline to do his bidding or exert his will over hers. He waited patiently, feeling her languid breaths through the contact of the mysterious woman's body atop his own until he felt her begin to stir. Only then did his clenched fist seize Hyde's thick dark hair with the hand he had managed to free and pull her head back ungently to stare into her eyes with a mixture of calculation and wonder.

"Who are you in truth?" He asked her, his voice lacking his earlier anger. "What magic have you harnessed that could cause such metamorphosis as I witnessed?"

Hyde smiled, despite the rough grip by which Dashwood impolitely manhandled her she seemed to regard such impertinent treatment favourably. Her hips shifted slightly on the madman's lap. His cock, though now semi-flaccid and diminished was still inside her and she experimentally flexed the muscles lining her vaginal sheat to caress his thick member.

"Cease your teasing witch." Sir Francis commanded, though without venom to his words. "As pleasing as your cunt may be, I demand answers."

"You had it right Sir, witch I am indeed." Hyde lied blithely, seeking to make use of Dashwood's obsession with the occult and magic to manipulate him. "Mistress Jacqueline Hyde is my name, a potent servant of the dark arts of sorcery."

"I knew it," Sir Francis cried joyously. "Yet despite the grimoires and incantations I studied, I had yet to achieve success in unleashing arcane power. Is it possible that I could change my form as my own eyes saw you change yours, to assume another's identity?"

"Quite possible, and well within my power to grant." Jacqueline giggled, thoroughly enjoying the subterfuge. "A magical potion that I can assuredly acquire would have that very effect."

"Name your price Misstress Hyde for such power." Dashwood pleaded. "With such an ability I could freely walk from this damned pit of incarceration with impunity."

Hyde chuckled, the thought of Sir Francis transformed through Jekyll's serum was amusing. The persona created by the serum, she knew by her own experience, though initially sharing the memories of the one that imbibed it had contrasting nature and desires. Might Dashwood's feminine alter ego be chaste and pure of heart to conflict with the wicked and lewd nature of the man? The possibility of corrupting such an innocent newborn soul was titillating. The serum for the present though, was a straw to offer for Sir Francis to clutch at, she would certainly extract what gain she could before supplying it.

"Such a potion needs preparation, ingredients that are rare and costly to procure." Jacqueline falsely told the noble. "I would need funds to secure such."

"I am enormously wealthy, with equally wealthy allies." Dashwood asserted. "A message delivered to my compatriots of the Hellfire circle, if properly authenticated would supply such funding. The Montague sisters, daughters of the Viscount Hinchingbrooke for instance."

"Oh yes, I am acquainted with those sweet-faced, but sluttish girls," Jacqueline revealed as Henry's memories brought them to mind. "Unfortunately the secret of their fate has been withheld from you Sir Francis. Those delightfully debauched twins presently reside in this very asylum as equally uninformed of your proximity as you were of theirs."

"Harriet and Henrietta are here?" Sir Francis was shocked by the revelation. "What cruel **** that I have spent these nights with stiffened cock, restrained so that I could not even find relief by my own hand and yet the Montague girls and their tightly welcoming cunts were so close by."

"I am sure they would be equally distraught and frustrated if informed that they are imprisoned but a short distance from you Sir," Hyde said, smirking at the bound man. "Though given some liberty by day, as they are less prone to violent outbursts than yourself, at nights they are so restrained so that neither masturbation nor molestation of their sibling is possible."

"A heartless punishment for such souls of wantonly licentious nature." Sir Francis emphasised, his sympathy sounding genuine and heartfelt. "Is it within the realms of possibility that you could offer them succour from their wretchedly enforced abstinence, by contriving a clandestine rendevous between the twins and I?"

Hyde considered this request, the Montagues were beautiful and delightfully petite. She would certainly relish both voyeuristically seeing their ravishment by the lusty Sir Francis and personally exerting her influence over the girls sternly and dominantly. So far Jacqueline had been fortunate that none, other than Nurse McTaggart and Sir Francis were aware of her presence within the asylum and Hyde was confident that both had been successfully subverted to her cause. However, so far her manifestations had been limited in most part to the living quarters and medical rooms. The most closely monitored sections of the asylum were of course the cells in which the inmates were housed and the risk of discovery even during the night in those corridors was much greater.

Jacqueline felt Dashwood's member stir within her, excited by the mention of the twins and his mind's eye doubtless drifting to the inevitable activity of the reunion. The stiffening flesh in her sheath was a distraction, and as pleasant as a second riding of his shaft might be she had other concerns that she must address. Sitting up, Hyde lifted her body and dismounted from her impalement. The half-hardened rod slid from her well-ploughed orifice, with a wet sucking sound and a small flood of spent seed and female juices issued forth from her gaping netherlips. Dashwood's phallus lay twitching on his belly, the shaft slick with mingled secretions that betrayed its recent use.

"Perhaps such a tryst might be possible," Hyde admitted, "At some future time when I have more confident control of this asylum. Which will also require funding to be successfully executed."

"Crowley! Another of our circle, assuming he is still at liberty you may find him at the George and Vulture in Lombard Street. He has access to the funds of the Hellfire Society." Sir Francis stated. "The ring I wore as grand master of the circle which was taken from me upon my arrival, present it to Crowley in my name. He shall ask you a question and you must reply Fais ce que tu voudras. I warn you that he may take this quite literally, though a hussy such as you will relish this I wager."

Fais ce que tu voudras; do as thy will. Henry Jekyll, of course, had an education that included French, so Hyde shared his fluency in the language. An interesting choice of words and Dashwood's warning and presumption caused Jacqueline to laugh lightly at whatever consequent response from Aleister Crowley the phrase might entail. The ring, along with the other personal effects of Sir Francis were stored in a locked safe which only Jekyll and by extension Hyde when she was manifest had access to. The information Sir Francis had provided and the prospect of funding independent of Henry Jekyll, warranted a reward. Dashwood's dribbling wet penis still needed cleansing to avoid arousing suspicion and Hyde concluded that both reward and the removal of evidence could be achieved in a single act.

Jacqueline leaned across the restraint bench and ran her tongue up the length of Dashwood's shaft. Sir Francis closed his eyes and sighed happily at the sensation of the hot and sinuous appendage laving of his cock. Gripping the base of the member as it rapidly swelled to an erection once more Jacqueline set about thoroughly cleansing the meaty organ of its accumulated fluids. Hyde found, to her welcome surprise, that the taste of engorged male flesh was pleasantly salty and flavoursome. She worked diligently with her agile tongue until Dashwood's penis and balls were pristine once more and only a thin coating of her saliva, which would soon dry, was perceptible.

With a salacious grin and a glance up towards Sir Francis, Hyde opened wide her full and sensuous lips and she took the tumescent purple tip of his cock into the hot confines of her mouth. The sheer size of Dashwood's organ was such that Hyde was barely able to accomplish this feat and her lips were tight around his glans. Sir Francis now reopened his eyes and stared down at the entrancing sight of Jacqueline's beautiful face, framed by lustrous dark curls, atop his member. Hyde's cheeks hollowed as she suckled upon the cock tip within her mouth and produced a groan of satisfied **** from the restrained man. She continued to suck on his ripe plum until she felt the first twitch of the shaft to signify that he was nearing a second ejaculation. At this signal Hyde lifted her head and removed her mouth from the organ, leaving it untouched and twitching and bobbing in frustration.

"Good grief woman, have mercy and finish the task you started." Sir Francis implored her desperately.

"When next we meet, if I feel so inclined," Hyde mischievously teased. "And dependant upon your acquaintance Crowley delivering the funds as you assured me he was able."

Hyde walked to the head of the restraint bench and resecured Dashwood's freed hand, by clipping his leather cuff to a short length of chain attached to the bench so that Sir Francis would be unable to complete manually the task she had almost brought to culmination by oral means. Jacqueline sniggered at the frustration that was evident in Sir Francis at being so delightfully aroused and then denied the subsequent release. Redressing herself in Henry's clothing, Hyde ignored the stream of entreaties and threats of sexual retribution by which Sir Francis attempted to sway her purpose to further the attention of his phallus. Instead when fully clothed once more she allowed him but one final touch, raking a long fingernail from base to tip of the shaft as she kissed him in a motherly fashion upon his forehead. Putting an ear to the door of the examination room and hearing no footsteps in the corridor Jacqueline exited with a final blown kiss towards Sir Francis that left him fuming in impotence as his cock continued to jerk and twitch.

The hour was late, and as was the case during her previous manifestations the asylum was quiet and deserted with very few staff employed on duty during the night. As entertaining and productive as her dalliance with Sir Francis had been, Hyde had other matters that required her attention. The brief glimpses she had come accustomed to having of Henry Jekyll's day needed to be analysed and his latest research notes and diary entries read to inform her of his progress. Firstly, before such a study Hyde was determined to find more suitable attire than Henry's ill-fitting clothing. The conversation with Dashwood and the task of recovering the ring from his stored personal belongings had reminded Jacqueline that the Montague twins' clothing and possessions had likewise been removed and stored at the time of their incarceration. Though Hyde was fuller of figure than the dainty girls their heights were not dissimilar from her own and with an effort she might squeeze her generous curves into one of the stored dresses.

The room in which inmates' belongings were stored was unlikely to be accessed in the hours of darkness and Hyde was once more fortunate in encountering no wandering orderly as she proceeded through the dark and silent corridors. Hyde, on entering, locked the door behind her once she was inside the storage room to be certain she would not be disturbed as she was in the process of dressing herself in more feminine attire. Each of the twins had a steamer trunk of clothing and belongings in storage, their father though deeming their imprisonment necessary had ensured that the fineries of the young debutantes were on hand should they be chaperoned outside the confines of the asylum on occasion. The Montagues, being young ladies of fashion with no constraints of budget each had a variety of expensive and stylish gowns for different occasions stored in the trunks, along with the accessories each outfit demanded.

Hyde after lengthy deliberation as she held each taffeta or silk gown to her body and deliberated which outfit to purloin for this night picked out an emerald green evening dress with scandalously low-cut decolletage. Hyde undressed swiftly, eager to turn her attention to other matters, discarding all of Henry's clothing until she was naked. She had discovered a matching corset of silk reinforced with ribbing of whalebone and, with quite some difficulty unaided, she fastened this around her waist and with strenuous contortions of her supple form tightened the lacings as best as she was able. The corset cinched her already hourglass figure further, her ample breasts being **** upward and together as her waist was drawn in to produce a most pleasing and curvaceous silhouette. Stepping into the dress, she drew it up her body and fastened it tightly. With hands on hips, she turned to and fro, admiring her appearance and in particular the prominent valley of her cleavage and lifted upper slopes of her breasts.

The skirts fell to her ankles, and her rear, as full and firm as it was previously was exaggerated by the bustle sewn into the rump of the dress. Hyde thought that this feature of the dress was quite unnecessary and irksome, she would have much preferred her own rounded buttocks be displayed rather than the padding of the dress. Taking a seat upon one of the steamer trunks she drew black silk stocking up her smooth legs which were tied by black silk ribbons to clips on the lower edge of the corset. Over the stockings, she laced black leather calf-length boots. Undergarments, barring the tightly laced corset and stockings, she eschewed completely. Any soul that was in such intimate contact to discover that she lacked the petticoats and unflattering knee-length bloomers beneath her skirts would happily forgive the omission she decided. Now elegantly attired, Hyde made her way to Jekyll's suite to learn what she could from his journal and notes.

Jekyll's diary yielded some details of his meeting with Tumblety though worded guardedly. Pieced together with an image that remained from Henry's mind of Tumblety's smirking face, Hyde deduced that the Irish Doctor was blackmailing Henry and believed him to be responsible for the killing in Whitechapel. It was amusing to Jacqueline that Jekyll, whom she had come to regard as her nemesis, that she must for the sake of her continued being find a means to banish permanently, had bore the blame for her act of murderous ****. Tumblety would need to be dealt with however, if he divulged Henry's name to the authorities her manifestations would cease once the Doctor no longer had access to his serum. From Jekyll's research notes she learnt that the Doctor had modified his serum so that it might be administered orally. This was splendid news to Hyde and the thought of how she might ensure future transformations of the Doctor and increase the possibility and frequency of her emergence occurred to her immediately.

Taking one of the stoppered bottles that contained the serum, Hyde entered Henry's chamber and retrieved the decanter of brandy that the Doctor kept there. Jacqueline, after taking a generous swig directly from the vessel, carefully poured half of the contents of the serum into the brandy decanter. Jekyll was in the habit of drinking a glass as a nightcap before retiring to bed, each time he did so in the future he would hasten Jacqueline's reappearance. The warm alcoholic thrill of the brandy in her throat, and the gnawing of her belly as the fiery liquid reached it alerted Hyde to the fact that Henry had barely eaten during the day, engrossed as he had been with perfecting the serum. Jacqueline decided that this discomfort should be alleviated before she ventured further afield. The asylum had kitchens for the feeding of the patients which should be deserted at this time. It was logical to presume that she might find cold meats, and other edibles that required no cooking to assuage her hunger.

Once again Hyde did not encounter another soul as she made her way to the kitchen and was starting to feel complacent as she entered, only to be brought to a halt as two heads turned to the door in surprise at her entry. One of the two occupants of the kitchen was head nurse Georgina McTaggart and the other a man Hyde had not previously encountered, a young orderly. Searching Jekyll's memories she was able to recognise his face, his name being either William or perhaps his family name was Williams. Henry Jekyll did not seem to pay much in the way of attention to lower-ranked staff and he was evidently disinterested to the point of neglecting to clarify the young man's name. The man in question seemed barely out of his teenage years, tall and thin with an unruly shock of sandy-coloured hair. The orderly and Georgina had been relaxing over a cup of tea and some buttered toast, perhaps just prior to going off duty for the night. The orderly seemed the most surprised by Hyde's entry.

"Miss?" The young man stuttered slightly in confusion. "Who are you?"

"This is Doctor Hyde, William," Georgina answered before Jacqueline could speak. "A new associate of Doctor Jekyll's."

William, as McTaggart had helpfully clarified his name to be, looked nonplussed and dubious at such a claim. He took in Hyde's present attire and a blush came to his cheeks as he realised that he had focussed his attention on the generous cleavage and lifted display of Jacqueline's ample bosom. Hyde, seeing the lad's entrancement with well-presented natural assets put on a friendly smile and instinctively moved to disarm and befriend the blushing youth. She stepped close to the young man, artfully deepening her breathing so that corset-encased breasts swelled noticeably with each intake of breath. Taking William's hand in her own she patted his forearm and allowed her slim fingers to caress his wrist gently. Jacqueline saw the man swallow hard but resisted the urge to look down to confirm whether a bulge was forming in his white cotton orderly's trousers.

"William, yes Doctor Jekyll has spoken of you." Hyde lied glibly. "A most eager and promising young man by all accounts."

"Doctor Jekyll said that Miss?" William said incredulously, tearing his gaze from Hyde's breasts with an effort. "I thought he had barely noticed me."

"On the contrary William," Jacqueline disagreed with a honeyed tone. "He is most impressed and said he thought you had the makings of a most excellent addition to the staff. I dare say he has not voiced this opinion to yourself directly, you know how stuffy and reserved older gentlemen can be."

"Yes, I mean no, I mean it's not really my place to speak of the Doctor as such Miss." William stammered, still distracted.

"Oh sweet William," Hyde sighed, eliciting another heave of her corsetted bosom and capturing William's gaze anew. "We can be less formal surely? You may call me Jacqueline."

Georgina was watching the interplay between Jacqueline and William with raised eyebrows and barely hidden amusement. Though she was less obvious than the lad, Hyde had not failed to spot Georgie's gaze also wandering on occasion to her breasts. The nurse now coughed theatrically and stood, taking a few steps to stand beside William.

"I think that will be all for the night William, " Nurse McTaggart politely dismissed the befuddled young man. "I have some matters to discuss with Doctor Hyde, so I will wish you a good night."

"Oh, yes?" It took a couple of seconds for William to process Georgina's words and drag his stunned gaze from Hyde's cleavage once more. "Good night Miss, Jacqueline."

"That was very wicked of you Jacqueline," Georgie scolded, once William had made his exit and she had listened for his departing footsteps. "Your flirting with the poor lad was outrageous. You realise, of course, he will doubtless either need to take himself in hand to seek relief before leaving or walk home in an uncomfortably aroused condition?"

"It was harmless amusement." Hyde protested with a smirk. "You think this dress has such effect that he will remember our first meeting fondly?"

"I fully expect he will remember the meeting quite often, mostly when he is alone in his bed." McTaggart herself, now eyed Jacqueline's displayed physical charms, but without the embarrassment of the orderly. "I must say that the coquette aesthetic sits well upon you Jacqueline. Though the femme role is not one I had not expected from you at all."

"The world is but a stage dear Georgie." Hyde purred with a smile. "I feel I should not limit myself to play but one role, but switch as the occasion or my desire demands."

"You are, as always so refreshingly candid Jacqueline," Georgina said, coming close and planting a kiss on Hyde's lips. "Whether by turn stern or sweet, you delight me. Since it appears that you choose to play femme tonight, have you made plans? If it would not intrude, please tell me you require an escort."

Hyde considered the offer. A visit to Dashwood's Hellfire Society cohort was one for another night she decided, and the matter of how best to silence Tumblety needed more thought and scheming. Her late evening and night were free and Georgie's company had been most pleasurable. The nurse's prior revelations about a clandestine circle of women devoted to sapphic intimacy had been intriguing. Though Hyde had feined knowledge of such circles, in truth she had no knowledge from Henry's memory of where she should search. Georgina seemed eager to provide an introduction to these underground gatherings, however.

"In truth, I am dressed up with no party to attend Georgie," Hyde admitted, adding with half-truth. "My arrival in London was very recent indeed and as yet you are my sole confidante and companion."

"A fortuitous fact from my perspective Jacqueline," Georgina said with a smile. "I would be the envy of our peers, to be the beau with such an enthralling addition to the London circles upon my arm. I will dress accordingly and meet you in say half an hour. By the rear entrance to the asylum, for the sake of discretion of course."

Georgina kissed Hyde once more before departing towards her room. Hyde had sensed hidden meaning to some of Georgie's phrases. A code of some description that was familiar to those following the inclinations of Sappho, but which Jekyll's memories could have no inkling of understanding. Hyde took this time to satisfy the hunger that had driven her to the kitchen initially. A simple repast of buttered bread, cold meats and cheese, filled her despite its bland taste.

Hyde was first to arrive at the rear doorway of the asylum but had barely arrived when she heard the tread of footsteps approach. Turning towards the sound, there was a moment of unease as she spied a male figure walking through the shadowed corridor towards her and she imagined herself discovered and was already concocting the falsehoods to explain her presence. As the figure drew near, however, Hyde recognised the handsome face of Georgina.

The nurse was dressed in male evening attire, as Hyde had been at their first meeting. Georgina's suit was tailored to her figure, unlike Henry's ill-fitting clothes on Jacqueline. It took a moment to register that the figure of the nurse was subtly altered from the athletic, but feminine form Hyde was familiar with. Wearing an open suit with a waistcoat and white shirt beneath Georgina's breasts were by some manner flattened and indiscernible, and her long blonde hair was drawn up and hidden beneath a top hat. If Jacqueline had not known better she would have assumed she was looking upon a man, albeit one of comely and fair face. So this was the meaning of a beau, Hyde thought, and the reason Georgie had believed Jacqueline to favour the masculine role as she had termed it when they had met. Hyde smiled sweetly, deducing that dressed as she was her participation in this delightful charade was to play the femme.

"You look so dashing and rakish Georgie." Hyde complimented her partner for her first excursion from the confines of the asylum. "You must recommend your tailor to me."

"And you look positively ravishing dear Jacqueline," Georgina replied, even her voice disguised by a soft-spoken, but masculine change of tone. "I shall be the envy of every beau with such a pretty young creature upon my arm."

Hyde took Georgina's offered arm and the two women exited and made their way around the building to the street. It was a minute or two, as they strolled arm in arm before Georgie was able to imperiously hail a passing hansom cab. The cabbie tugged at the brim of his cap in deference to McTaggart once he had pulled his horse and cab to a halt by the kerb.

"Good evening Sir, Miss." The cabbie greeted them. "Where to?"

"Kensington, Wynnstanley Gardens, my good man," Georgie commanded, opening the carriage door and assisting Jacqueline to board in a gentlemanly and attentive manner. She added with a conspiratorial wink and a cheeky grin. "No need to rush though old chap. An extra shilling if you take the long road."

"Who is being outrageous now Georgie?" Hyde chuckled as the cab jolted and got underway. "You deliberately gave the cabbie the impression that you intended to take liberties within the confines of the carriage."

"Hmmm, did I now?" Georgie answered and smiled as she leaned closer. "Not a false impression though."

Georgina's hand slid around Hyde's slim corseted waist and she was pulled into McTaggart's embrace. The young women kissed passionately, Hyde allowing the disguised nurse to take the lead in this. Jacqueline's hand slid to Georgina's chest, she could feel through the shirt that the pliant flesh of Georgie's smaller breasts had been flattened and bound tightly to conceal them. Hyde felt Georgie's hand on her ankle and the slide of the silken material as the hem of her dress was raised to her knee. Georgina stroked her silk stocking-clad thigh, gradually and teasingly ascending until her fingers encountered the wiry bush of Hyde's pubis. Georgina drew back from the kiss and smirked at Hyde.

"A most unladylike lack of underclothing Jacqueline." Georgie admonished, although her salacious smile indicated that she heartily approved of Jacqueline's disdain for small clothes. "I can deduce that you wished access to your sweet peach to be unhindered?"

"Just so dear Georgie." Jacqueline pleaded guilty without shame to the accusation. "Is it terribly naughty of me to dispense with the tedious chore of removing undergarments when the touch of fingers upon my nethers is so welcomed?"

"Terribly naughty indeed," Georgie laughed. "If more room was available it would be fitting to put you across my knee and redden your behind like a mischievous child."

"I shall consider that a promise, rather than an unwelcome threat." Hyde retorted, her heart beating faster as she imagined being chastised in such an authoritative fashion. "A promise I firmly intend to hold you to."

McTaggart chuckled at the statement, but Hyde saw the glint in the Scotswoman's eyes betray that she had taken Jacqueline's words to heart and was relishing the prospect of making good on her threat before the night was over. The women returned to kissing and caressing, Georgie's fingers stroking Jacqueline's netherlips with infuriating gentleness that excited and aroused her without the prospect of bringing her release. Hyde assumed Georgie's teasing was deliberate in its effect, the more sexually experienced woman purposefully stoking her heat of desire to make her compliant out of desperation to achieve paroxysm. Hyde did not voice her belief, allowing Georgina to continue under the misconception that Hyde was submissively unaware of her intention, rather than manipulating the older woman for her own sexual gratification.

At length, the hansom carriage reached its destination, by circuitous and extended route as Georgina had requested. Allowing Hyde's skirts to fall back to her ankles McTaggart exited and as she had on entering assisted Hyde to traverse the steps from carriage to pavement. The nurse tipped the cabbie handsomely, who chuckled to himself as he glanced down at Hyde's flushed face and rightly assumed that activity of an erotic nature had transpired during the journey. Hyde wondered if his amusement would have instead been self-righteous indignation if he had been aware that both his passengers were women.

Wynnstanley Gardens, in the upmarket borough of Kensington, was a few miles but a world removed from the slums of Whitechapel. The footprint of each of the Georgian townhouses, built in a square that surrounded a central oasis of scrupulously tended greenery would have been space for at least two tenement buildings and dozens of families in London's impoverished districts. The particular building Georgina had guided the cabbie to had gaslighting blazing from its windows and the muffled sound of music came from within. Georgina now held out the crook of her arm and Hyde took it lightly to be guided up the steps to the front door of the townhouse. The door was opened by a smartly uniformed butler who stood at attention with an expectant demeanour.

"Georgie McTaggart, and Miss Jacqueline Hyde," Georgina announced to the butler, to be rewarded by a slight nod and the servant stepped back and extended his arm in welcome, which suggested he was either familiar with McTaggart's identity or at least her name.

Hyde was led by Georgie's escorting arm a short way along the reception area of the townhouse, the butler leading the way in a stately and formal gait. The man opened a set of double doors leading from the reception into what Hyde judged from the usual layout of such townhouses should be the main drawing room for entertaining guests and social gatherings. On entering there was a lull in the chatter of those assembled and faces turned towards the door to inspect the new arrivals. Hyde looked about herself, nothing in Jekyll's memories compared to the present circumstance. Ladies in fine evening dresses were the majority of the occupants of the room, although a third were dressed in gentlemen's evening suits. Some of those attired in male garb were as easily discerned as female as Hyde had been when wearing Henry's suit, one or two however appeared as masculine in their gender to casual inspection as Georgie McTaggart.