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Wrong place wrong time, poor Emily is taken by the Penhale gang

Devon and Cornwall in the far West of England is a land of steep cliffs and wild seas with tiny coves, and wild moorland where two hundred and more years ago smugglers and pirates ruled and lawmen feared to tread. Many were the legends of this time of heroics and derring do but few ordinary tales of ordinary people survive so the story of Emily and John Elliot perhaps deserves to be re told.

It's in Devenish dialect though so be warned if thee durstn't speak on it.

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There were I, half way up Danesmoor cline, cart upended, horse gone lord knows where, me and the lordship’s daughter all in a heap 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 old 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.

“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 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 Arthur.

“Scum,” Fladder agreed and with a jerk of his thumb the men let a go of Emily’s wrists and her gown it fell to the floor.

She went to stoop to retrieve the gown but the sharp dagger point of Fladder’s knife was at her chin.

“You don’t need finery, you be a whore now, a naked barefoot whore see, with a rope around thee neck to show how low you be.”

Emily was shaking now, and sobbing.

“Now don’t thee fret, young pup here will see thee right, make sure them as has a fuck with thee pays thee and that,” Old Fladder says, “Feed thee and all of it.”

“No please!” Emily says.

“Have a heart sir,” I says.

“Sir, sir, sir is it now?” old Fladder says, “I ent no sir, pup, but neither am I heartless, and there be nettles by the score on our way so keep thee boots miss we me compliments.”

“Whay hay!” someone shouted as they took hold of his lordship’s stuff as we had bought at market, stuffing it in saddle bags and the like, “Madeerer port with duty paid!”

“Allus tastes off when duty’s paid,” Fladder says, “More money than sense be far.”

I saw one of they come back we us horse what had run off, “See here pup,” Old Fladder says, “Old Dan got you an horse for thee to ride upon, so you going a ride we us or you going try explain why your masters girl be fucking all comers round the hoe?”

And then was time to be gone, all was mounted except Emily and I, Fladder had a rope around her neck and he was offering me for to steal lordships horse.

“You off home then Pup?” Fladder says.

“No, I’m a staying we me girl.” I says, “Even if it kills I.”

“Then take her rope,” he says, “And mount up.”

The old nag stood a watching of I, I hopped up on its back as there were no saddle no nothing as it were a draft horse and took the end of Emily’s rope as Emily stood by sobbing, shivering and naked in the dark shadows of the trees trying to cover both tits and her cunt we just two hands while every man jack looked on.

“Time to go lads!” Fladder shouted, I glanced at Emily and tugged gently at the rope, she grasped at it and tugged and damned near had me off the horse.

A whip flashed, poor Emily cried out.

“Stop thee mithering and walk!” Deacon ordered.

“Don’t thee mark her,” Fladder warned, “Frenchies likes them all soft and pink.”

“Don’t be a fool Emily,” I says, “Walk on.”

“How dare you!” she snapped, but there were others and she started to walk we us, one dainty foot afore the other sinking into mud beside the stone of the climb, as we made us wy back down.

“I’m cold,” she whined, “A cloak for pities sake please!” she said as she stumbled again and again as our pace was too much and after a bit I held out me hands to her and she grabbed at I and I swept her up afore I on the horses back instead of a making her walk and when I looked at Fladder he just smiled as they all formed up around us and sped up so as we sort of cantered us along we the daft horse puffing and blowing as he never run afore in his life.

“No Elliot, please, I am so cold!” Emily pleaded so I put me arms around her an hugged at her, and me hands went at her tits like you would and they tits they stiffened at me touch quicker than any whore.

Course it were all eyewash, talk of Plymouth hoe, half mile down the road and we was stopping at the “Whiddom Arms."

“Get the wench inside,” Old Fladder said, “We might as well have a feed and that.”

“Run!” Emily said, “On the horse run!”

“Only place you runnin is in the pub,” Deacon whispers in her ear, she hadn’t seen him see, and her grabs the rope round her neck an dragged her right off the horse and pushed her through the pub door.

“Whay Hay!” the shout went up, half the folk knew Emily, knew her as a smart young lady and now here she were all naked and her charms was on offer as Old Fladder latest travelling whore, they all whooped ad cheered excepting poor old Bessie who were landlord’s daughter and she very near blew her head off when her seed my Emily walk in bared and her tits all roused like little bullet points.

“Oi, this be my patch, you want whoring you find somewhere else you hear?” Bessie railed, cause she generally reckoned she made a pretty penny in back room fucking all comers.“Less you want help out of a Friday?”

“Oh no, I am no whore!” Emily said awkwardly, “I am Lady Emily!”.

“Oh my mistake, I beg your pardon, I sees now you’re queen Bowder Seer!” Bessie laughed, “So cover thee self up!”

“She ant got nothing,” Deacon says, “Fladder Penhale says you to teach her everything as you do know.”

I stared at the two, Bessie were easy twice the size of Emily, sideways at least

“Teach me what exactly?” Emily says

“Why whoring of course!” Deacon says, “How to fuck nicely thee daft bitch!”

“Now look thee here,” Bessie’s father says, “This is Lordships pub, I be no more nor less than tenant, and that be lordships daughter, and me daughter Bessie here she be me whore and I don’t want no other.”

“Thee don’t want Madeerer Rum for twopence a bottle then, “Deacon says.”

“I’ll take the rum but don’t want no other whore specially Lordships child on Lordships doorstep,” the landlord says.

“Then lock the door,” Old Fladder says, “We ride for Stonehouse pool at dusk lads so all for one and one for all and mine’s a pint of porter!”

“And the new wench?” Deacon asked.

“Well young pup has first poke,” Old Fladder says , “Bessie will watch and tell the wench where she be wrong then we can all have a go as wants to.”

“No!” Emily says but Denzil had her waist and Deacon had her rope and she were soon up on top of table we her legs spreaded wide and inviting and her cunt a glistening and her teats roused.

Next thing Deacon had the rope round her twice holdng her arms and round the table legs and round her ankles as well so her couldn’t move her arms nor raise her head nor close her legs nor nothing.

“Right John Elliot, time for your show as cocksman.” Old Fladder says.

I gulped, “Come on lad don’t be shy!” Deacon chivvied, “Or be thee chaste?”

“He ent chased!” Bessie laughed, “Why I had his cherry years since!” and she were not far wrong for I’d sampled her a dozen times and more.

“Elliot!” someone started to chant, “Elliot, Elliot!”

Emily was shaking with fear now, I had to do me duty, I had no choice so I went up to her and stuck me finger inside of her cunt, fingered her slit and fingered inside where she were still intact.

“No!” she protested, “Please don’t.”

Intact and moist, me dreams come true the lordships daughter bared for me, all me Christmases come at once!

“Poke her, Poke her!” they chanted but it were just her and I to me so I undid me trouser cord and me breeches fell letting me member out.

He reared right up, solid like an oak tree and I give him a stroke and showed the crowd what I’d a got cause I were quite proud on me cock on quiet.

The buggers laughed so I did no more than I aimed he at her cunt and shoved hard, she screamed, and tried to wriggle free but half a dozen and more held her for me, I went to kiss her lips but she spat at me but it mattered not for nine inches of muscle were soon sliding deep inside of her, splitting asunder her maidenhead making her cry out and then were I sheathed deep in her, sheathed in the masters daughter, deeply sheathed indeed and it were nothing special at all.

I expected something special, paradise perhaps, I knowed not what but something special what with her being lordships line but she were like a dead fish as she laid there while I poked away at her.

“I hate you,” she said as I poked steadfastly away.

“Her ent very lively,” I observed to Bessie.

“No,” Bessie says, “Come on girl, you ant got all night, you squeeze the cream out of he quick smart then you can do these other gentlemen before they has to ride off!”

“No!” Emily protested.

“Thee best get hurried up wench,” Deacon said earnestly, “Old Bessie she’d have had one up her ass and one in front and suck some other one’s cock all at one time.”

“Ah that I do!” Bessie says, “And more!”

“No!” Emily cried and the tears flowed as I poked her and it was a miserable affair, in the end I had to look at old Bessie to make me cock blow and shoot me load and then I went to kiss Emily and she dodged me lips and it were done, she were ruined and I were left disappointed and confused.

I climbed off of her and dragged me trousers up an went to quaff a quart of mead, and afore I knowed it Emily was screaming, that brute Deacon had her twisted round all cack handed like and his cock rammed up her ass and she was bleeding and everything.

I went to stop he but Bessie was beside me “So John, hows a fine lady fuck then?” Bessie asked as she stood aside me.

“All right,” I says.

“Better than I?” she asked.

“No course not Bessie,” I says, “Nothing like, it were miserable," I said, “Her’s bout as lively as a dead sheep.”

“An you should know!” old Fladder laughed, “See pup, fine ladies are for looking at, they be perfumed to enrouse your member, they be rouged, cleaned with lemon water, all that frippery and then when it comes down they lies there like dead fish, like you 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 yard!” Old Fladder says his gold tooth gleaming, “Of Elder flower wine!”

There were a hush.

“Ent that ale?” I says.

“Any bloody fool can drink a yard of ale lad!” Henry Graves chipped in, “Needs a man for Elder flower wine.”

“Right,” I says, “I’ll do it!”

Landlord brought the yard of ale trumpet and they filled un with the wine, how were I to know it had been distilled a dozen times so twas more potent than anything.

There were a clustering round, I put tube to me lips and drunk some, it tasted like cordial, it weren’t bad, I reckon I had best part of a pint afore the pub started spinning.


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I woke in a warm bed, me head was banging, it were full daylight and me eyes felt like there were swords shoved in em, “My head!” I said aloud and I realised I had naught on what so ever, I were completely naked and there beside me was a warm wench..

“Be quiet,” Emily whispered, “For my head is aching like it has split asunder.”

“Oh lore,” I says remembering, “I don’t remember above half of it.”

“They abused me Elliot,” she said awkwardly, “They took every shred of dignity from me, the called me a whore and made me do things, Elliot,” I turned to her.

“They had me drink Elderflower wine, I don’t remember half of it,” I explained.

“For that you should be grateful,” Emily said, “For I remember everything until I asked for water and they gave me wine, and everything went dark.”

“Oh lord they fucked you,” I remembered, “Two of them was fucking you, one in your ass one up front last as I saw.”

“They all did Elliot, every single man jack had knowledge of me,” she admitted, “Two and three at a time!”

“You poor soul,” I said.

“You were worst,” she said, “I shall never forget the agony of that first moment as long as I live.”

“I am so sorry,” I apologised.

“They threatened to break my teeth, they held me so Mather Lanscombe could push his member in my mouth, I choked and thought I would die Elliot but just in the nick he deposited his slime in my throat and withdrew, it was so disgusting that I had to have a drink and they gave me Elderflower wine Elliot and.”

“And what Emily?” I asked.

“I felt all nice Elliot, Father does not allow us strong drink, but I washed the slime away and I felt warm and wanted.” she said.

“It took the edge off,” I suggested.

“No,” she said, “I started to like it.”

“What?” I demanded.

“A member in my womb and another in my back side,” she said awkwardly, “I think I made a complete fool of myself.”

The door opened, Bessie entered, “You love birds not abroad yet?” she asked.

“We have hangovers,” I explained.

“Hangovers be damned, she be shagged out,” Bessie insisted, “You should a seen her fucking after you went bad, weren’t but a minute when she never had two cocks in her.”

“Oh don’t Bessie it is too hurtful,” Emily pleaded.

“She got fucked by some Frenchie who gave her one after she got on the wine,” Bessie said, “I wanted he but she grabbed he and they fucked.”

“Oh?” I exclaimed, “She grabbed he?”

“Shouting ‘Come and get it,’ as she stood there in bar wanking her cunt we a bar candle we another up her ass as her said it,” Bessie explained.

Me cock reared, the tip touched Emily’s leg, “Elliot!” she protested.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Ooh is I turning thee on master John!” Bessie says, “You should have seen her when they let a go of the ropes and the Fladder gang was gone, for there was no one taking pennies and she were fucking all comers, and naked her were, we candles stuck in her holes like I said.”

“No John, if you have any regard for me.” Emily said as I turned towards her, “You will desist,” she said as I put my knees between hers, “And leave me.”

“Guide me in,” I says.

“Nooo,” she says and bursts into tears but she still guided me in to her now well used fuck hole and the heaven therein for as my cock sank deeply within her there was no me and her but one being, my cock her cunt and you could see no join and her tits fitted on my chest as if the good lord ordained it.

We just laid for a second, “Do summat then?” Bessie suggested.

I kissed Emily on the forehead, “With thee cock lummox head!” Bessie said, “Aw sod thee,” she says and slammed the door on the way out.

There weren’t nothing to say, her warmth, my warmth, my cock bursting we juice, her womb hungry for it, just a few moments of peace for us to enjoy.

“Nobody kissed me,” she said, “They all abused me.”

I kissed her lips and began to hump against her, “Sorry,” I said, “But I have needs.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes?” I queried.

“I have needs too John, I need a man to look after me,” she said, “And if giving you pleasure is the price I must pay then so be it.”

“You’ll damned well tell me you love me afore any of that,” I said, “You ent no Lordships daughter now wench, your a penny whore nothing more,” I said and a great gout of me cream shot inside of her.

“John,” Emily said, “I can not love you, despite everything you are still my father’s servant.”

“Liar, it’s in thee eyes,” I said as I stilled, and as I looked into her eyes my cock was stiffening again, “Thee’s lusted after I for ages, and I lusted after thee, and now we got a few minutes afore lord knows what and I want’s to go to heaven again and if thee’re willing I’ll take thee there with I.”

“Oh John,” she said, and she clasped me to her and I silenced her we a kiss.

To be continued









































































Devon and Cornwall in the far West of England is a land of steep cliffs and wild seas with tiny coves, and wild moorland where two hundred and more years ago smugglers and pirates ruled and lawmen feared to tread. Many were the legends of this time of heroics and derring do but few ordinary tales of ordinary people survive so the story of Emily and John Elliot perhaps deserves to be re told.

It's in Devenish dialect though so be warned if thee durstn't speak on it.

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There were I, half way up Danesmoor cline, cart upended, horse gone lord knows where, me and the lordship’s daughter all in a heap 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.

“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 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 Arthur.

“Scum,” Fladder agreed and with a jerk of his thumb the men let a go of Emily’s wrists and her gown it fell to the floor.

She went to stoop to retrieve the gown but the sharp dagger point of Fladder’s knife was at her chin.

“You don’t need finery, you be a whore now, a naked barefoot whore see, with a rope around thee neck to show how low you be.”

Emily was shaking now, and sobbing.

“Now don’t thee fret, young pup here will see thee right, make sure them as has a fuck with thee pays thee and that,” Old Fladder says, “Feed thee and all of it.”

“No please!” Emily says.

“Have a heart sir,” I says.

“Sir, sir, sir is it now?” old Fladder says, “I ent no sir, pup, but neither am I heartless, and there be nettles by the score on our way so keep thee boots miss we me compliments.”

“Whay hay!” someone shouted as they took hold of his lordship’s stuff as we had bought at market, stuffing it in saddle bags and the like, “Madeerer port with duty paid!”

“Allus tastes off when duty’s paid,” Fladder says, “More money than sense be far.”

I saw one of they come back we us horse what had run off, “See here pup,” Old Fladder says, “Old Dan got you an horse for thee to ride upon, so you going a ride we us or you going try explain why your masters girl be fucking all comers round the hoe?”

And then was time to be gone, all was mounted except Emily and I, Fladder had a rope around her neck and he was offering me for to steal lordships horse.

“You off home then Pup?” Fladder says.

“No, I’m a staying we me girl.” I says, “Even if it kills I.”

“Then take her rope,” he says, “And mount up.”

The old nag stood a watching of I, I hopped up on its back as there were no saddle no nothing as it were a draft horse and took the end of Emily’s rope as Emily stood by sobbing, shivering and naked in the dark shadows of the trees trying to cover both tits and her cunt we just two hands while every man jack looked on.

“Time to go lads!” Fladder shouted, I glanced at Emily and tugged gently at the rope, she grasped at it and tugged and damned near had me off the horse.

A whip flashed, poor Emily cried out.

“Stop thee mithering and walk!” Deacon ordered.

“Don’t thee mark her,” Fladder warned, “Frenchies likes them all soft and pink.”

“Don’t be a fool Emily,” I says, “Walk on.”

“How dare you!” she snapped, but there were others and she started to walk we us, one dainty foot afore the other sinking into mud beside the stone of the climb, as we made us wy back down.

“I’m cold,” she whined, “A cloak for pities sake please!” she said as she stumbled again and again as our pace was too much and after a bit I held out me hands to her and she grabbed at I and I swept her up afore I on the horses back instead of a making her walk and when I looked at Fladder he just smiled as they all formed up around us and sped up so as we sort of cantered us along we the daft horse puffing and blowing as he never run afore in his life.

“No Elliot, please, I am so cold!” Emily pleaded so I put me arms around her an hugged at her, and me hands went at her tits like you would and they tits they stiffened at me touch quicker than any whore.

Course it were all eyewash, talk of Plymouth hoe, half mile down the road and we was stopping at the “Whiddom Arms."

“Get the wench inside,” Old Fladder said, “We might as well have a feed and that.”

“Run!” Emily said, “On the horse run!”

“Only place you runnin is in the pub,” Deacon whispers in her ear, she hadn’t seen him see, and her grabs the rope round her neck an dragged her right off the horse and pushed her through the pub door.

“Whay Hay!” the shout went up, half the folk knew Emily, knew her as a smart young lady and now here she were all naked and her charms was on offer as Old Fladder latest travelling whore, they all whooped ad cheered excepting poor old Bessie who were landlord’s daughter and she very near blew her head off when her seed my Emily walk in bared and her tits all roused like little bullet points.

“Oi, this be my patch, you want whoring you find somewhere else you hear?” Bessie railed, cause she generally reckoned she made a pretty penny in back room fucking all comers.“Less you want help out of a Friday?”

“Oh no, I am no whore!” Emily said awkwardly, “I am Lady Emily!”.

“Oh my mistake, I beg your pardon, I sees now you’re queen Bowder Seer!” Bessie laughed, “So cover thee self up!”

“She ant got nothing,” Deacon says, “Fladder Penhale says you to teach her everything as you do know.”

I stared at the two, Bessie were easy twice the size of Emily, sideways at least

“Teach me what exactly?” Emily says

“Why whoring of course!” Deacon says, “How to fuck nicely thee daft bitch!”

“Now look thee here,” Bessie’s father says, “This is Lordships pub, I be no more nor less than tenant, and that be lordships daughter, and me daughter Bessie here she be me whore and I don’t want no other.”

“Thee don’t want Madeerer Rum for twopence a bottle then, “Deacon says.”

“I’ll take the rum but don’t want no other whore specially Lordships child on Lordships doorstep,” the landlord says.

“Then lock the door,” Old Fladder says, “We ride for Stonehouse pool at dusk lads so all for one and one for all and mine’s a pint of porter!”

“And the new wench?” Deacon asked.

“Well young pup has first poke,” Old Fladder says , “Bessie will watch and tell the wench where she be wrong then we can all have a go as wants to.”

“No!” Emily says but Denzil had her waist and Deacon had her rope and she were soon up on top of table we her legs spreaded wide and inviting and her cunt a glistening and her teats roused.

Next thing Deacon had the rope round her twice holdng her arms and round the table legs and round her ankles as well so her couldn’t move her arms nor raise her head nor close her legs nor nothing.

“Right John Elliot, time for your show as cocksman.” Old Fladder says.

I gulped, “Come on lad don’t be shy!” Deacon chivvied, “Or be thee chaste?”

“He ent chased!” Bessie laughed, “Why I had his cherry years since!” and she were not far wrong for I’d sampled her a dozen times and more.

“Elliot!” someone started to chant, “Elliot, Elliot!”

Emily was shaking with fear now, I had to do me duty, I had no choice so I went up to her and stuck me finger inside of her cunt, fingered her slit and fingered inside where she were still intact.

“No!” she protested, “Please don’t.”

Intact and moist, me dreams come true the lordships daughter bared for me, all me Christmases come at once!

“Poke her, Poke her!” they chanted but it were just her and I to me so I undid me trouser cord and me breeches fell letting me member out.

He reared right up, solid like an oak tree and I give him a stroke and showed the crowd what I’d a got cause I were quite proud on me cock on quiet.

The buggers laughed so I did no more than I aimed he at her cunt and shoved hard, she screamed, and tried to wriggle free but half a dozen and more held her for me, I went to kiss her lips but she spat at me but it mattered not for nine inches of muscle were soon sliding deep inside of her, splitting asunder her maidenhead making her cry out and then were I sheathed deep in her, sheathed in the masters daughter, deeply sheathed indeed and it were nothing special at all.

I expected something special, paradise perhaps, I knowed not what but something special what with her being lordships line but she were like a dead fish as she laid there while I poked away at her.

“I hate you,” she said as I poked steadfastly away.

“Her ent very lively,” I observed to Bessie.

“No,” Bessie says, “Come on girl, you ant got all night, you squeeze the cream out of he quick smart then you can do these other gentlemen before they has to ride off!”

“No!” Emily protested.

“Thee best get hurried up wench,” Deacon said earnestly, “Old Bessie she’d have had one up her ass and one in front and suck some other one’s cock all at one time.”

“Ah that I do!” Bessie says, “And more!”

“No!” Emily cried and the tears flowed as I poked her and it was a miserable affair, in the end I had to look at old Bessie to make me cock blow and shoot me load and then I went to kiss Emily and she dodged me lips and it were done, she were ruined and I were left disappointed and confused.

I climbed off of her and dragged me trousers up an went to quaff a quart of mead, and afore I knowed it Emily was screaming, that brute Deacon had her twisted round all cack handed like and his cock rammed up her ass and she was bleeding and everything.

I went to stop he but Bessie was beside me “So John, hows a fine lady fuck then?” Bessie asked as she stood aside me.

“All right,” I says.

“Better than I?” she asked.

“No course not Bessie,” I says, “Nothing like, it were miserable," I said, “Her’s bout as lively as a dead sheep.”

“An you should know!” old Fladder laughed, “See pup, fine ladies are for looking at, they be perfumed to enrouse your member, they be rouged, cleaned with lemon water, all that frippery and then when it comes down they lies there like dead fish, like you 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 yard!” Old Fladder says his gold tooth gleaming, “Of Elder flower wine!”

There were a hush.

“Ent that ale?” I says.

“Any bloody fool can drink a yard of ale lad!” Henry Graves chipped in, “Needs a man for Elder flower wine.”

“Right,” I says, “I’ll do it!”

Landlord brought the yard of ale trumpet and they filled un with the wine, how were I to know it had been distilled a dozen times so twas more potent than anything.

There were a clustering round, I put tube to me lips and drunk some, it tasted like cordial, it weren’t bad, I reckon I had best part of a pint afore the pub started spinning.


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I woke in a warm bed, me head was banging, it were full daylight and me eyes felt like there were swords shoved in em, “My head!” I said aloud and I realised I had naught on what so ever, I were completely naked and there beside me was a warm wench..

“Be quiet,” Emily whispered, “For my head is aching like it has split asunder.”

“Oh lore,” I says remembering, “I don’t remember above half of it.”

“They abused me Elliot,” she said awkwardly, “They took every shred of dignity from me, the called me a whore and made me do things, Elliot,” I turned to her.

“They had me drink Elderflower wine, I don’t remember half of it,” I explained.

“For that you should be grateful,” Emily said, “For I remember everything until I asked for water and they gave me wine, and everything went dark.”

“Oh lord they fucked you,” I remembered, “Two of them was fucking you, one in your ass one up front last as I saw.”

“They all did Elliot, every single man jack had knowledge of me,” she admitted, “Two and three at a time!”

“You poor soul,” I said.

“You were worst,” she said, “I shall never forget the agony of that first moment as long as I live.”

“I am so sorry,” I apologised.

“They threatened to break my teeth, they held me so Mather Lanscombe could push his member in my mouth, I choked and thought I would die Elliot but just in the nick he deposited his slime in my throat and withdrew, it was so disgusting that I had to have a drink and they gave me Elderflower wine Elliot and.”

“And what Emily?” I asked.

“I felt all nice Elliot, Father does not allow us strong drink, but I washed the slime away and I felt warm and wanted.” she said.

“It took the edge off,” I suggested.

“No,” she said, “I started to like it.”

“What?” I demanded.

“A member in my womb and another in my back side,” she said awkwardly, “I think I made a complete fool of myself.”

The door opened, Bessie entered, “You love birds not abroad yet?” she asked.

“We have hangovers,” I explained.

“Hangovers be damned, she be shagged out,” Bessie insisted, “You should a seen her fucking after you went bed, weren’t but a minute when she never had two cocks in her.”

“Oh don’t Bessie it is too hurtful,” Emily pleaded.

“She got fucked by some Frenchie who gave her one after she got on the wine,” Bessie said, “I wanted he but she grabbed he and they fucked.”

“Oh?” I exclaimed, “She grabbed he?”

“Shouting ‘Come and get it,’ as she stood there in bar wanking her cunt we a bar candle we another up her ass as her said it,” Bessie explained.

Me cock reared, the tip touched Emily’s leg, “Elliot!” she protested.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Ooh is I turning thee on master John!” Bessie says, “You should have seen her when they let a go of the ropes and the Fladder gang was gone, for there was no one taking pennies and she were fucking all comers, and naked her were, we candles stuck in her holes like I said.”

“No John, if you have any regard for me.” Emily said as I turned towards her, “You will desist,” she said as I put my knees between hers, “And leave me.”

“Guide me in,” I says.

“Nooo,” she says and bursts into tears but she still guided me in to her now well used fuck hole and the heaven therein for as my cock sank deeply within her there was no me and her but one being, my cock her cunt and you could see no join and her tits fitted on my chest as if the good lord ordained it.

We just laid for a second, “Do summat then?” Bessie suggested.

I kissed Emily on the forehead, “With thee cock lummox head!” Bessie said, “Aw sod thee,” she says and slammed the door on the way out.

There weren’t nothing to say, her warmth, my warmth, my cock bursting we juice, her womb hungry for it, just a few moments of peace for us to enjoy.

“Nobody kissed me,” she said, “They all abused me.”

I kissed her lips and began to hump against her, “Sorry,” I said, “But I have needs.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes?” I queried.

“I have needs too John, my honour is gone soI need a man to look after me,” she said, “And if giving you pleasure is the price I must pay then so be it.”

“You’ll damned well tell me you love me afore any of that,” I said, “You ent no Lordships daughter now wench, your a penny whore nothing more,” I said and a great gout of me cream shot inside of her.

“John,” Emily said, “I can not love you, despite everything you are still my father’s servant.”

“Liar, it’s in thee eyes,” I said as I stilled, and as I looked into her eyes my cock was stiffening again, “Thee’s lusted after I for ages, and I lusted after thee, and now we got a few minutes afore lord knows what and I want’s to go to heaven again and if thee’re willing I’ll take thee there with I.”

“Oh John,” she said, and she clasped me to her and I silenced her we a kiss.

To be continued

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