The Adventures of Scarlett Holmes

"I shall have need of a bath and sleep, Watson. My adventures proved most fatiguing."

"Oh? How so?" Wondered Emma with a raised brow.

"All will be explained. We shall visit the residence of Harker under cover of darkness. Wake me at eleven."

"As you wish, Holmes."

At the given hour the two women dressed in the garb of men, each in dark derby hats with their hair tucked under. Both wore trousers that were tight around the bottom and Emma found it hard to refrain from checking out Scarlett's desirable ass. Scarlett readied a swag bag containing a length of rope, crowbar, hammer, and a hunting crop.

"You seem to be quite prepared to burgle the place. How do you know so much about these things?"

"Elementary my dear Doctor. I attended burglary school."

"What! How preposterous indeed. Burglary school, why there is no such thing."

"On the contrary. I spent an enjoyable weekend in the company of Arthur J. Raffles. Cricketer and gentleman thief. He was most accommodating. Oh, and mind to bring your trusty service revolver."

They went our into the street where a four wheeler waited at the door and rode the short distance to number 131, Pitt Street in Kensington.

It was a quiet little backwater just beside one of the briskest currents of London life. 131 was one of a row of dwellings as Holmes and her trusted companion arrived. In the light of a street lamp we read 'Pitt Street' and all was dark. They both donned scarves about their faces to hide their features as they prepared to break into the house.

"Hold! There is someone else."

Without the least sound the garden gate opened and a lithe figure rushed up the path to the hall door.

Then a gentle creaking of a window being opened sounded followed by a long silence. There was a flash of a lantern inside and a man with something white under his arm was seen.

Then came a terrible commotion and cries of help and the two intrepid women burst in. As they found the study Scarlett saw fragments of the shattered plaster busts under foot.

"Harker!" Cried Emma as she found a middle aged man in a chair with a gag around his mouth, and rope around his wrists.

She untied him and examined him for injury.

"You are well, Sir. Go and lie down in your bedroom awhile while we inform the police."

"Watson! Here!"

Scarlett was like a tiger as she fell upon the intruder and together they managed to hold the tall man by both wrists. Watson tapped him on the temple with the butt of her gun and he moaned and hung limp in their arms.

"Get the rope from my bag."

In an instant they had secured the man to a wooden chair and tied his arms behind his back. Scarlett lit the gas with a whisper of a hiss and the room became illuminated.

When the man looked up he glared at the women who removed their scarves with his blue Teutonic eyes.

"Professor Moriarty!" Said a surprised Emma.

"Ah, the rascal! And caught red handed with the naval treaty."

"How the devil did you know where to find me?" He said in a groggy voice.

"Same as you. From a list provided by Gelder. Only six busts were made in the factory and you could not tell the morning after your theft which one contained the paper you had concealed after you had purloined it. Only by breaking each one could either of us know which one was valuable."

"What shall we do with him, Holmes?"

"I still have not forgotten the ordeal with the obscene sex machines. I think a little comeuppance is in order."

"You mean to castrate him!"

Moriarty shrank in his chair at the mere thought.

"Nothing so drastic my dear. Just some tit for tat. He is truly a sexual maniac and needs to be taught a lesson."

Scarlett whispered to Emma and then took off her hat and fluffed out her fine hair. She removed her coat and let the tied man observe her white shirt with the ruffled sleeves and tight bosom.

Likewise the famed detective scrutinised the man in the chair. Good looking, broad shouldered and remarkably fine postured. Taking the gag used on Harker she secured around Moriarty's face as he protested in muffled noises.

"Now for his trousers."

Scarlett bent low and unbuttoned the front of his black pants and drew them down to his boots. There hung his well endowed penis with the foreskin hiding the flared glans. With her eyes glued fixedly to his she undid the oversized man shirt and bared her enormous boobs, heavy but firm.

"I detect some arousal Doctor."

She unrolled her high waist trousers and shucked them off over her boots. Stunning in her nakedness she saw the Napoleon of crime look on her shapely figure and his cock snaked up his left thigh slowly but surely.

He then turned to Emma who had undone the side buttons of her tight fitting pants and had peeled them down over her narrow hips and the delectable curve of her pert rump. Moriarty eyed her flat stomach and the subtle curves of her hips that led him to her trim pussy mound.

"Is this fully hard?" Said the naked Scarlett.

Moriarty yelped when she slapped his cock with her right hand. He strained in the seat, unable to move as she smacked his pecker a second time.

"There we are, splendid." Said Scarlett as he rose to full erection.

He sucked in air and his gag blew in and out of his sealed mouth as he tried to protest. He looked down at his own erect cock with the foreskin half pulled back and the sweat began to trickle down the crack of his ass.

Scarlett walked around the back of the chair and unseen by him she reached over his shoulder and held on hard to his stiff prick.

"Come along Doctor, let our illustrious fellow see your naked form."

Emma stood barely three inches from his seated view. He drank in her loveliness, her rose tipped tits that rose and fell seductively as she inhaled through flared nostrils.

Her left hand idly rubbed her moist sex and tweaked the pussy hair as her stomach muscles flexed suggestively.

His mind went back one year when he had sodomized the woman when she and not he were the submissive one.

"Like what you see, Professor?"

Emma turned her back to him and displayed her tight bum with the two dimples on either side of her scrumptious buttocks.

The divine gap at the lifted cheeks and juncture of her upper thighs gave the teased man a birds eye view of her two holes, cunt and anus.

The good Doctor backed up to his unhappy seating until she stopped just one inch from his face. The scent of her pussy made his exposed cock bob and twitch all by itself.

'Allow me," said Scarlett behind his ear as she grabbed his length again and caressed his hard flesh between finger and thumb.

His lower body bucked up from the seat as he reacted to being jerked off. Her pumping hand gave him such delight that he forgot his desperate predicament. Then Moriarty felt hot breath and sighed into his gag as soft lips encased the cock head of his rigid organ and then slowly slither down with a wanton abandon.

Emma's drooling mouth left a long smear of saliva on his tool as he looked on in awe at her sucking on his cock. So good was she that he neared his climax.

"Now!" Cried Scarlett as the pair of them pulled on his long shanks together.

"Observe his hips, Watson. How they buck and jerk? He is close to orgasm."

Scarlett wanked his cock hard again as he mumbled into his gag.

As he neared his end she let his cock snap back to his belly and the loss of bodily contact sent him insane with frustration.

The women looked on with satisfaction at seeing him suffer. His eyes looked into theirs in pleading as his euphoria came and went.

"Bend him forward, my dear."

Emma pushed the tall mans head down so that he looked directly onto his own upright flagpole of a cock and his eyes grew wide with fright.

Scarlett and Emma gave him a four handed hand job with fearsome jerks of their tight fists until he gave a muffled scream.

"Aha!" Yelled the women as they relinquished their grasp as he finally ejaculated and the lack of friction from their hands contributed to a humiliating and frustrating ruined orgasm.

Not only that but he splattered his own face as spurt after spurt erupted from his twitching cock and the sticky cum coated his features.

He bucked up from the chair and fucked air which caused the man to sob softly as he remained hunched over.

The glans of his penis had developed a singular mottled appearance of purple and red blotches.

"Now look at him, Watson. Look at his face. Hah! And look! The speckled band on his glans! Oh, this is too rich. It is a capital mistake to take on Scarlett Holmes and seek to humiliate her. There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everyone gets a roll in the hay."

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Chapter Six.

'The Erotic Scandal In Bohemia'

London, 1892.

"I wonder what the woman is doing right now?"

Doctor Emma Watson peered over the top of that days edition of the Evening News and pondered the offcut remark. Opposite the petite English rose sat her partner in work and life, Scarlett Holmes, the worlds first and by far the best female private detective.

The pair of elegantly dressed ladies were seated in the study of 221B Baker Street, Scarlett's lodgings in the heart of London. Bored as ever the blonde beauty was aiming her Webley chambered revolver at the wall, seemingly about to add to the already peppered wall where she had forged the initials of her Majesty Queen Victoria, V and R in bullet holes.

"Which woman?"

"THE woman."

BANG! Scarlett fired and scrutinised her work. Whenever Scarlett referred to THE woman she meant the notorious American opera singer and adventuress Rachel Irene Adler. Emma always referred to the same as that bloody Yank, fiercely jealous as she always was when another woman was mentioned by her lesbian lover.

"I care not a jot about the vile creature." Huffed Emma who resumed reading.

"I don't believe you, surely you fondly recall that day four years ago in 1888. Oh, how I miss those rosy cheeks of hers."

Again Emma looked up, her heavy lidded eyes ablaze with fury.

"Oh really? Upper or lower?"

"You know the answer to that my precious, and don't glare at me so."

Emma made a noise with her teeth and scowled even more. She did indeed remember March, 1888, when the retired wartime nurse had been present when they had been visited by a mysterious client who had turned up masked. Emma looked off into the distance as the memories flooded back.

x

"Please be seated," said Scarlett. "Allow me to introduce Doctor Watson, a very close colleague if ever there was one. To whom do I speak?"

The tall and distinguished gentleman sat down and placed his plumed hat on the table. In the brilliantly lit room he looked at each lady in turn. Scarlett had her medium length fair hair back and up and wore a sleeveless floor length dress in peacock blue. High necked and with a ruffled lace hem she looked chic and graceful.

"Charmed, my dear Doctor." He bowed.

The younger of the two, Emma has her light brown hair pushed back with loose waves about her shoulders. Her dress in olive had a high waist with button accents and a lace up back. Also floor length, the Count perceived her black boots under her slightly raised hem.

"I cannot divulge my true identity due to the rather delicate matter on which I have been conveyed." He continued. "Suffice to say the client I am acting for is highly ranked and is immersed in such a scandal that European history may be influenced."

"So you cannot help us in the identities of yourself and your illustrious client. Then I must refuse my help."

Scarlett moved to the fireplace and poked at it several times.

"But you must! Only the famous Holmes can help solve this singular problem."

"As my dear Doctor Watson would relate, I need data to solve any and all crimes that I investigate. If I have no facts I cannot aid you."

"This is too bad, too bad."

The masked visitor squirmed and wrung his hands as he contemplated the words of Scarlett Holmes. At six feet tall he wore a black vizard mask to disguise his ruddy features. A heavy cloak of blue silk with gold brooch was worn over his double breasted coat and britches. His fur lined boots were of a rich brown, commonly worn in Europe.

"But of course Sir, I already know who you are." Announced a casual Scarlett.

"What!" How?"

"By simple deduction, Count Kramm of Bohemia."

The man was lost and stammered and stood in disbelief.

"Holmes, this is exceedingly remarkable!" Cried Emma.

"It is my business to know what other people don't." Said Scarlett with a smug grin.

"For instance the Count dresses in the ways of Germanic aristocracy. Moreover his calling card is the type made in Bohemia and I perceive that the Count has a penchant for buggering his pet dog!"

The blustering man stood to his full height and screamed a profanity.

"My good woman, what on earth is the meaning of this outrageous statement!"

"It is known in some hushed circles throughout Europe that the Count loves his Pomeranian dogs to such an such an extent that he partakes of the physical side of his affections. If you care to see, he has unmistakable red dog hair in abundance around the groin area of his britches, and a tell tale distinct aroma of canine faeces about his person.

The Pomeranian breed has a sad history of bad smells due to poor anal glands and it's quite evident in this case. The dogs have an abundant textured coat as you can see for yourself."

"But, but, I."

"Outstanding Holmes, but quite obvious now you explain."

Emma looked decidedly unimpressed now she had the explanation and wrinkled her cute nose as she detected a certain odour about him.

"It is simplicity itself, my dear Watson. You hear my deductions with admiration, but when I explain how I came to my conclusions you mock me. You see but do not observe. For example, you see the steps from the hall to this room every day but do you know how many there are?"

"I must confess I know not."

"Quite so! Now I know that there are seventeen steps because I observed. Tut, tut Watson, fear not. It will be clear to you one day."

"I fear not Holmes. I can never be your equal."

"Quite, but you improve with time. Tell me my vital statistics."

"36-25-36. Your bust is an adorable 32DD with the prettiest nipples and the most sinful of areolas!"

Emma almost gushed with information and sat bolt upright in her chair beaming with pride.

"Bravo! Good work, and thanks for the flattery. Now you Sir are no doubt here on the bidding of the King of Bohemia himself. And worry not, I am most discreet in these matters of State."

The Count had visibly shrunk as he sat back down dejected.

"I cannot help myself, the Pomeranian is such an affectionate creature, and most handsome."

Watson stole a look at Scarlett who managed to suppress a grin. Count Kramm related the sorry situation whereupon the King was about to become engaged to marry to a Swedish Princess. But the reckless King had enjoyed a dalliance with a well known opera singer from New Jersey who had in her possession letters of his impropriety, along with compromising photographs.

"Rachel Irene Adler, of some thirty years of age now resides in West London. It is the profound wish of His Majesty that said items be procured and destroyed. Ladies, we have but three days before the announcement of the engagement, and must make haste."

Scarlett had listened in silence until now.

"And why does the King think it likely he would be blackmailed by this remarkable woman?"

"Pure logic, he is worth a fortune. We firmly believe Adler would remit the items in question without turning one hair of her golden locks."

"How much do you propose for my expenses?"

The Count held open a chamois leather bag which contained three hundred pounds in gold.

Emma looked on at the sight of so much gold and watched Scarlett stand.

"Very well. I bid you good day and we will be in touch within the three day deadline."

"You accept the offer? Splendid, splendid."

The Count rushed off and left the pair alone.

"Any ideas Holmes?"

"I have one main plan. I shall flush out the hiding place with a simple ruse of a house fire. We shall observe from a close distance and watch the lady panic and retrieve her treasure. We have three hours until the evening when we will pounce. Until then my precious let us while away the time in my bedroom. Scarlett held out her hand and they both retired to bed.

x

Midnight came and saw Holmes and Watson back at the lodgings in Baker Street somewhat perturbed.

"Blazes! I was certain that my plan would work, Rachel Irene Adler is certainly shrewd. Therefore it remains for us to take drastic measures Doctor. We will kidnap the Lady Adler and bring her to the black room."

Emma sat with her mouth hung open. The black room! Her eyes went to a heavily locked wooden door in the corner of the room and knew in an instant what Holmes had in mind. Even Mister Hudson was not allowed to enter the room under solemn oath.

Scarlett Holmes was blessed with an extraordinary brain and stunning beauty. Her only vice was an insatiable need for pleasures of the flesh, and female flesh to boot.

"Come Watson, let us not dally a minute longer."

She gave her young lover a broad smile.

"I do believe that I'm going to enjoy this night."

x

Rachel's point of view.

I awoke from a false stupor and knew immediately that I had been administered chloroform to subdue me. My mouth was smothered with a silk scarf and my eyes were temporarily blinded by bright lamps.

Despite the fact that my hands were secured behind my back I was perfectly relaxed under the warmth of the lights. A hand rested on my knee and as it brushed my dress I quivered as the hem was gingerly raised up to the tops of my stockings.

"She is awake." Said a soft voice in a cultured English accent.

I shook my head and lifted my head from my prone position and through half lidded eyes I perceived two of the most unlikely figures it had been my fortune, or misfortune to behold. The walls were lined with cork, presumably as a sound proofing.

"As I see."

Scarlett Holmes had made up her face in the most dramatic fashion. Her long lashes heavy with mascara, and her full lips richly painted red. She was wearing a flowing black negligee that was quite transparent, and a pair of highly polished armpit length black kid gloves.

A red leather corset with black lace trim squeezed her waist to an agonising cinched appearance that flared her already wide hips. Her thighs were bare and she sported a fine pair of black leather boots with incredible towering stiletto heels.

Her bountiful breasts were uncovered and had thumb sized nipples that stood out proud. Between her thighs was the unmistakable golden covered muff that pouted sensuously and uncovered.

"I find her legs to be most handsome." Observed Scarlett as she raised the dress more.

Doctor Emma Watson was beside her and shot her lover a withering look. The demure young woman had morphed and was dressed provocatively in a highly polished black leather corset which squeezed her already slim waist in further.

Her pert breasts were dramatically pointed and her hair hung loose over pale shoulders.

Sleek black stockings held up by thin garter straps hugged her slender pins and framed her delicious denuded Mound of Venus delightfully.

On her legs were a pair of knee high boots, tightly laced in front and with four inch stiletto heels. It was obvious that the petite beauty could only move awkwardly in her drastic outfit.

"More than mine, lover?" Demanded Emma.

"Never my sweet." Answered Scarlett with a flutter of thick lashes.

As I listened my thighs were opened and I experienced a definite tingling sensation that convinced me that I must have become bewitched. The dress rose even higher uncovering my gleaming skin just below my undergarments, and the panting of the two dominatrix filled my ears. I felt gloved palms caress my soft skin and I am afraid to admit that the pressure of the hands, the fingers that touched my pubis, and the thrill of being subdued fueled my arousal. I humped my hips in moves that seemed I was unable to control, and my loins became consumed by an unquenchable fire that made me clench my buttocks.