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

    “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 countered. Fladder motioned to his men, they released Emily’s arms and she grasped her gown to her until I whispered, “They’ll string thee up,” and I gently pulled her gown away from her breasts again, slipping it lower and lower, until it fell from her fingers and fell to the floor. She were perfect, the tiniest fuzz of golden fur on her belly and the pertest little peach you ever did see. “So this be your wench John?” says Fladder, “Only from the way youm a staring I’d a say you hadn’t never sin it afore?" “She’s me girl!" I insisted. “You ain’t no liar are you Elliot, you be all loved up,” Fladder said sadly as he stepped forward and took hold of Emily. His hands roamed over Emily’s lithe young body, and they rogues was back holding her wrists stopped her lashing out and she didn’t hardly dare to kick even as Fladder expertly eased her ...
    cunt lips aside and probed with his fingers. “I reckon we has a maid yer,” he says, “A maid unfucked, ant thee got it in thee John?” Emily was crying now even as Fladder pulled her gown off her feet leaving her bare but for her boots, “Her ent bad, bit skinny perhaps but I’ll not say no!” Emily was shaking, “Thee cold wench,” Fladder asks, “Then thee best get John to fuck thee warm, cause we has a rule see,” he says, “Finery is for indoors, outdoors thee wears a smock or nothing, and thee ant got no smock.” “Thee can’t make her walk naked!" I protested, “The runner will have thee, or the coastguard!” I blustered. “Coastguard lads, you hear!” Fladder laughed, “We be the coastguard bone head!” he laughed, “Now live or die, I don’t honestly care but the thought of your poor grieving mother,” he said, “If thee went to the runners, why couldn’t live we me self, I have to have poor Denzil slit thee throat instead of I.” “I can’t, you can’t!” Emily wailed helplessly. “Well the way I sees it we can," Fladder says, “See we sort of slaved you, seeing as you should be strung up be now as of rights, that makes you arn like see, like us cow or sheep or somesuch, dog maybe, bitch even,” Fladder says, “An seeing as you ant got no smock to wear I rekon you’s going to have to go bared.” “No!” Emily cried, “I should rather die with honour!” “Too bad your Pa’s a total tossering twaddle wi no honour nor nothing,” Penwithers ventured, “Honour, your lot ant knowed what honour is since afore King ...
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