“Is she comely.” I asked.
“You don’t look at mantepiece when you’re stoking fire sir, but I’say she was once sir.” he said, “Would you like to see sir,”
He took me to the stable, two men stood looking over the stable door and there entirely debauched was poor Harriet, she had her underthing around her waist but was otherwise entirely bare, her buttocks a criss cross of whip marks her golden hair now soiled and filthy and her poor breasts all constrained by a rope wound around them till they were all blued and purple and she was laid over a straw bale.
“Worth three pence sir?” the ostler asked innocently, as I gazed.
Poor Harriet, a yokel had his appendage in her mouth fornicating her face, raping her mouth its filthy pinkness between her sweet ruby lips and once pearly white teeth, whilst behind an other yokel had withdrawn his appendage from her brown hole trailing her dung behind it and then having wiped it to a certain extent he forced it, or in truth eased it, into her glistening front bottom or Cut as the mariners have it.
I stood and watched, as he began to thrust and her breath rasped and her debauchery led her to gasp “Yes, Oh yes, harder, that’s it harder Ohhhhhh,” she wailed like the basest whore as I felt and controlled with difficulty my rising anger.
“I own I should not risk the disease that such a wanton whore must embrace,” I explained, “I think I shall indulge nearer to home.”
“Oh but she was no whore but a fine woman when the Master brought her, but too wanton for him alone do you see sir?” he said.
“Well I shall not disagree but she is most certainly not a fine lady any more,” I exclaimed, “I thank you!”
I walked away like a coward, but in my heart I was a confirmed murderer, and I swung into my saddle and set forth for the Five Bells once more.
I asked if they had a room, as indeed they did, and a stable so I settled down for the evening and the night.
The barmaid was comely enough in a buxom way and when the shutters went up and the last drunken yokel was gone she came to my room.
The deal was quickly done, I wanted not a disease nor she a child so she suckled me to hardness and then in her nakedness she made a tunnel of love between her ample bosoms and I spent my seed happily enough between her bosoms and all over her neck and chin as I had done times immemorial since I left school and became acquainted with the ways of the mariners, their pleasures and most notably their diseases.
She asked to remain in my comfortable bed in the warmth and she asked prettily enough that I agreed and in the morning she showed her gratitude with her lips as she suckled me to the point of release and then relieved me into the chamber pot with her nimble fingers.
I went to Heatherbury with the morning coach, and purchased a pistol and powder and shot and then on a hired horse went I to Matherstone and Inklebury where again at each did I buy a pistol and powder and shot claiming I had been stopped by a highway man and had to flee for my life and each time giving an alternative identity for myself.
I bought provisions also and returned to the Five Bells .where the barmaid, Josie, demonstrated her prowess after dark and this time the channel of her buttocks sufficed to relieve my tensions after a session of suckling, her of my manhood and I of her great titties, not that I sodomised her you understand, the mere groove of her buttocks sufficed.
I went again to Matson after break fast, on my steed Freddie, my pistols primed and loaded in a canvass bag and I saw activity, the coach was being prepared so away I sneaked and made my way to Grosely bank where the road to Marchington ascends through the wooded slopes of Grosley, a sore impediment to speed and an awkward turn and turn again for a four in hand and a sore trial for a six.
I chose my spot carefully, I secreted Freddie and made myself a suitable hide before donning my cravat as a disguise and donning a mask with eye holes, and then I waited.
I near held up the wrong coach as the public coach ran by an hour late but sure enough before the hunger pangs of lunch claimed me the Lady Rose’s carriage appeared with a mere pair hauling its gleaming lacquered black saloon with gleaming crimson wheels.
My heart pounded, my breathing as laboured as the horses and I knew not when to emerge and shout “Stand and deliver,”
As it happened the horses had already stopped and I had a yard or to to stride before I ordered, “Stand!” in as deep and coarse a voice as I could muster.
It was like I had shot at a covey of partridge, driver and footmen, a matching pair of cowards sprinted forth leaping from the carriage and raced away the way they had come, the horses eyed my quizzically and I merely engaged the sprag and opened the carriage door.
Rose surveyed me, her face a picture of utter contempt and hate and she shot at me with her little pistol, but the delay between click of flint and roar of explosion saved me and I dived aside, only to bobble back again as she vainly sought to reload.
“Your treasures Ma’am,” I croaked and asked nicely enough.
“I have none!” she answered.
“Then what is that around your neck and wrist, upon your fingers and the filling in the holes in your teeth?” I asked as I struggled to keep my voice hoarse.
“Oh!” she gasped, “Take it, take it all,” she railed and she heaved her necklace and rings off and handed them to me, “Fillings I have none.” she snapped.
“Your bags open them,” I insisted, and she had no choice they being piled around her and I threw her most intimate garments around as I sought treasure.
“Is this all?” I asked.
“Certainly,” she insisted.
“Only I was told you possess a treasure beyond price,” I suggested nastily.
“No, you have it all, were there more I should gladly give it up.” she said, “Please I beg do not harm me, for I am to be married to a Lord.”
“Oh you have a treasure all right,” I exclaimed, “Down from the carriage this instant!” I insisted and the instant she stepped down I released the sprag and discharged one of my pieces, the rested horses needed no further Giddy Up but were gone hurling up the bank as if were down and there we stood she and I.
“Up the bank over there,” I ordered as I aimed my second piece at her, she obeyed, she climbed the bank and settled into the hollow with Freddie.
“Disrobe,” I ordered, she refused, I moved the hammer on my piece to half cock and then full cock.
“I have no more treasure!” she insisted, so I approached her and took my knife from the waistband of my breeches and I seized her dress and began to cut, she protested, but I shushed her.
“It cuts flesh as easily as cloth,” I warned as I opened the seams on her purple robe, and her silken dress and then the underthings and when I was done I unwrapped her like peeling an apple and when she was bare she stared at me in all seriousness and terror.
“You see there is no treasure.” she averred as she covered her teats with her hands and shivered with fear.
But I saw it, beneath the tuft of reddish fur her own treasure lurked awaiting its master, but first I remembered poor Harriet and so I drew my whip, “Turn away,” I ordered and I flashed the whip across her buttocks left then right then left again until she had a veritable look of a Scottish tartan about her hind quarters.