1. Lordships Wench Deflowered


    Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, First Time, Group Sex, Males / Females, Prostitution, Rape, Romance, Virginity, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    together an all of the Fladder gang all around of us, among the trees beside the climb and our ostler and out-riders gone a running and me lyin me head off. Fladder Penhale, his black beard now flecked with white, pirate, highwayman, whore chaser, cheat, thief, cardsharp why there was scarce no one west of Exeter as didn’t know of he and his gang and just our luck they fancied a bit of highway robbery as we was off back from market we a load of stuff and that that afternoon. “You must think I were bore yesterday,” Old Fladder said as he looked at me down the barrel of his pistol, “Her ent no maid, hers Lord Danesmoor’s daughter ent her.” “No she’s me girl,” I protested seeing as it was her only chance as we had been leapt upon up when she were driving and the daft horse spooked and backed up and up ended us as Fladder’s gang leapt out from all rounds to surround us. Poor Emily, her were no more that a girl really, though as old as I was see but her being of noble family her hadn’t seen no life see, never had a boy her hadn’t, and in her dark cloak she would a passed for a peasant any road less thee looked hard. I looked around the gang, I reckon I knew half on em, Jacob Penwithers, ole Deacon, Denzil from Totnes, Mather Lanscombe, Aubrey Monk, Johnno Cainscross, and there were more, must have been as he had his own ship or some such or so they did say. A distant gun shot rang out, then another, “They caught un,” Fladder said his eyes shining. “Time for ee to stop lying boy, ...
    er’ll fetch a pretty penny across the water, they Fenchies likes a soft English wench, we soft hands from sitting on her ass all day, they pay a pretty penny for a pure un.” “I tell thee her ent pure!” I lies, “Her’s me girl in the missus stuff.” “What say you girl?” Old Fladder says, “You hoity toity lordships girl or you this pups piece?” “I do not understand,” Emily protested, “Unhand me!” “Unhand me, what sort of wenching talk be that pup?” Fladder says all jokey like, “I reckon you got the hots for her.” “She’s me girl,” I says. “Are you wench, you his are you?” Fladder asks. Emily shrank away in terror. “They lot ent no good pup, thee wants to throw thee lot in along we us,” Fladder says, “You Danesmoor lot ent such a bad lot, half stupid perhaps, but salt of the earth, god fearing, honest, so why you lying to us boy, you wanna get yer end away?” “Her’s me girl,” I said. “Want’s to get thee end away, well she be a good looking wench, no denying, bit short of tit if you ask me," he says. “Might as well own up pup cause of you keeps a lying we might have to take thee under our wing sort of, get thee pressed for a ‘merica or worse, can’t have liars around honest folk now can we?” he chuckled. A chill went up me spine, the press gang, forced to sail for America, I couldn‘t hardly swim, “Her’s me girl,” I lied again. “All right, if that be so you better show us lad, you come along we us and you show your uncle Fladder what a fine cocksman you be.” “Show?” I says all innocent. ...
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