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

    don’t matter, like your nothing," he says an motioned at Emily, “But look ye there, cock up her ass one up her cut and she still looks like she be bored.” He weren’t wrong, Deacon’s fat cock was deep up her ass and some other bloke was up of her front passage and they was a rigging and a pounding together like they was brothers, and her hair hung down, sweated now, not shiny, and tear tracks was in the dirt of her face as she was sullied now, no fine lady no more, just a used wench. Bessie touched my arm, “There’s little enough pleasure with an unwilling wench, not for kind souls like thee John Elliot, but a spot of fine porter, a diamond ring perhaps, even a two penny piece and she’ll take thee to heaven and back John." “And you be Hexpert now on it I suppose?" I demanded. “Just friendly advice John,” Bessie says all coy like, “Get some grog inside her afore thee cock next time." My urge to save Emily was gone now, I just felt pity for the wench now, not awe, me desire were gone, me dreams smashed and there I just saw Emily for what she were, a slim wench we out enough tit who were too stupid to take pleasure from the good rigging I and Deacon had give her. Deacon let her turn, and as she laid back on her back we could see her ass were red and dripping his stuff, and her cunt were red and then a bloke from the village shoved his cock in her gob, so she bit it. There were blood everywhere, “Bitch!” he cried, “She bit me cock!” “Bust her bloody teeth out!” someone shouted. ...
    “He hant paid!” I shouted as I rushed to be beside her, “Thee has to pay, tent fair otherwards.” “You best took their pennies then pup,” Old Fladers say to I, “You be no good as an Oarsman be thee!” he laughed mixing up word for brothel keeper we rower of a boat. “No, I been remiss,” I says, “Her’s me girl, thee wants to fuck her then thee pays I first.” I shouted and old Ginger from the forge he hands me a handfull of pennies, ‘On account.” Bessie sidled up with some advice “Just fuck nicely and don’t thee bite no cocks or they’ll bust thee teeth,” she said as she lay down beside Emily and lifted her smock to bare her charms, “Who’s next?” I watched, the church warden, the grave digger, old Dan the shepherd, they all paid their pennies instead of defending Emily’s honour like they should of, and each in turn climbed between Emily’s thighs and sprayed their filth in her grunting and sweating like hogs. Next up they had her rigged so they could fuck her ass without twisting and soon after she had her first double, sandwiched between a couple of blokes from Truro as was passing through, one in her ass one in her cunt. “Well pup, thee stole an horse, rigged a fine unwilling wench and rode we us,” Old Fladder says conspiratorially like, “Thee best get drunk we us and then thee’l be one of us proper like!” “I feels like getting drunk,” I says “Lost me home, me honour, me girls a whore we no feeling, might as well be dead or dead drunk.” “So lad tis the test, see if thee can drink a ...
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