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Lordships Wench Deflowered

... 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.” ...