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

    “Why yes you say she be yours, so show the world how fine she like thee cock!” he laughs, as one of his kin helped pull I from the timbers of the lordship’s wrecked cart, “And you, if you be his girl off with finery, can’t have wenches dressed up in finery like the Michaelmas Turkey can us when that finery sold would buy a round of ale!” “Elliot, please, do something!” Emily pleaded but already they had her by the arms like they had I and they were herding us away from the cart we had so recently ridden. “He have done miss, he saved your neck he did, set I to thinking about fucking thee stead of stringing you up and the pretty penny them mariners would pay to sample thee, why maybe that frenchie madame herself on Plymouth hoe will pay us a finders fee when we rolls in with thee,” he chortled, “What you reckon lads shall we string her up or sample her!” Emily were shaking we fear now her thought they might string her up and she were almost relieved when Donnel shouted, “Lets see what we got yer first.” “Strip her down, let us see they wet fuck holes,” Penwithers chuckled, “Off with it girl, lets see your melons and your half peach.” “Elliot!” Emily pleaded. “Elliot,” Fladder says, “I never forget a name, be thee Ted Elliot’s bore?” he said as Penwithers stapped forward and pulled away Emily’s cloak and seized her gown pulling the front so her mounds flopped out. “John,” I says, in shock at seeing Emily breasts bared “Ted’s me dad.” “I thought so,” Fladder’s says, “Best get the ...
    wench bared lads, we got serious thinking to do yer.” “He be John miss hoity toity,” Fladder told her, “You call him John, you call him my lover,” he said, “Cause you will be you mark my words, your lordship’s brat, your head should be on a spike on Totnes gate as a warning to others, and would have been but for John here, might still be of course,” he said, “Lessen you spread those legs nice and wide and make old Fladder feel nice and welcome therein.” “Please!” I says. Emily stood helpless like held by two big blokes until Fladder says, “Now girly, durst thee want to try a bit o whoring or durst thee want thee head on a spike?” “Of course I do not!” Emily railed. “Which ‘ull it be?” Fladders said, “Strip or Slit?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Emily repeated. “I ent being,” Fladder said, “Now let her hands go and let her show we what her have.” “Elliot, oh for pity’s sake.” Emily pleaded. “I’ll join, if she goes free,” I agreed. “No bargains lad, if you join, you can have her when ever you want, like you say’s she your girl, she do as you please, that right ent it Miss?” Fladder said toying with we. “No, it is not!" she said, “I am Emily De La Court D’Aller. Viscount Danesmoor’s daughter. “You do want your head on a spike real badly,” Fladder said sadly as he stepped forward “And such a pretty wench, all dressed up like a french whore wi a french whore’s name all a ready for us to sample eh lads?” he stared at her, “So show we thee charms!” “Please!” she wailed. “Leave her be!” I ...
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