“No there is no treasure,” she wailed.
I waved my pistol at her as I reloaded its fellow, “On your back,” I ordered.
The ground was dry, the fallen leaves of late summer early autumn crisp and she lay as I ordered, “I shall check your whore’s purse I said nastily and as she lay I pried apart her knees and looked at her slot.
I tried to ease a finger inside at first then I tried to peel back her soft pink lower lips to look within and by my effort which made her squirm and gasp by so doing I assured myself that she was indeed intact and thus disease free, though haughty, evil even, and I determined that she was to be mine.
I laid my pistols aside and released the belt on my breeches and let them fall, too late she perceived her predicament and before she could rise I was upon her holding her down, forcing her fiery red locks into the dark earth, crushing her bosoms and by stages working my snake into position from where I might thrust and ruin her, and inch by inch I progressed.
She cried out, “Help,” I landed one slap upon her cheek, then two, then six, and then ten, I lost count but her bravado slunk away to pleading, “No for pity’s sake, I am to marry a Lord, I have treasure, please, treasure hidden, please.” she begged, but I took a length of dress that I had cut from her and wound it around her mouth and head and tied it in a knot behind her head gagging her, and then I seized her firmly and involuntarily she moistened herself in readiness for what was to come.
I tried her moistness with a finger tip, and she groaned her eyes suddenly wide and scared and yet full of excitement and anticipation, and I pressed her firmly yet gently with my fingers so gradually she yielded so hot and wet, her body her very innards as willing and eager as her mind was set firm against my intrusion and gently and piece by piece as she squirmed she weakened and my finger possessed her, a second finger stretched her and then my thumb and then I decided the time was ripe and I guided my manhood at her.
She squirmed and resisted as hard as she might in her desperation and wailed and protested into her gag, I felt the tip of my manhood against her maidenhead as probing thrust of mine and each squirming movement of hers moved me that extra fraction within her, it was all too slow, taking too long, I worried I might be discovered but then instead of a fraction I was passing ever faster into her and suddenly suddenly with a great cry she yielded and I pressed hard into her and entered her very womb.
I felt the root of my appendage against her skin my hairs mingled with her hair as I possessed her and she slumped back in submission her arms falling to her sides knowing or believing the deed were done.
I pressed firmly then I withdrew a tad before pressing in once more, and then as I saw her teats somehow straining I wished I might feel them against my chest rather than against my jacket, I grasped and kneaded her mounds making her grimace as she tried to hide her excitement and then she started to gasp in short jagged breaths, it disconcerted me for hitherto I had always refrained from entire fornication using instead the the groove of the strumpet’s buttocks or the tunnel of her breasts or her fingers or the mouth of the whore whom had been my relief but this strumpet was in need of a lesson and I was in need of relief and so with one stone were two birds downed.
My appendage thrilled to her warmth and tightness yet so copiously was she moistened that she afforded me the utmost pleasure and I own her stifled cries became less of torment and more of pleasure and in the end my release came regrettably swiftly so much so that I thought I might wait and when recovered repeat the experiment but on hearing an approaching hue and cry I thought better of it and withdrew.
I left her now frightened and used and ruined among the leaves near naked her clothes cut all away and humiliated as far as I could humiliate her in retribution for what her brother had done to my sisters and I watched as she tentatively removed her gag and tried to hide her nakedness, “Why!” she asked, and tears streamed down her face.
“Because I can,” I replied using again a falsely deep voice and straight away I mounted Freddie and then I threw her gold and pearls at her and I made haste away through the trees and away from the pursuing throng.
I made my way around at a right angle to the road towards the north before swinging around across country and then circled round to approach my mother’s house, Matson, once more.
I returned from my “Walk” to find the whole Inn alive with talk of highwaymen, a gang of three and some said four had descended upon the carriage of the Lady Rose and had stolen all her jewels and cut to ribbons her clothes leaving her in her under-things such had been the desperation of the attackers who on hearing the hue and cry had run away leaving her treasure intact.
Naturally on hearing of this misfortune I took Freddie, and I set forth for Marchington Hall, where on arrival I found no one to take my horse, so I tied him myself and made my way to the servants entrance where all was consternation. “What is happening? I asked of a maid.
“Oh sir the lady Rose was attacked and she is bathing and bathing again as she tries to make herself clean, and Mr Sebastian her brother is beside himself with anger, her father and mother distraut and the Lord Fylingdale has already left,” she gabbled, “On finding his intended was no longer chaste he withdrew his offer in an instant and was gone.”
Dartlington the Butler spied me, “I have come to see the Lord Gerald.”
“Lord Marchington is indisposed,” he announced.
“Then may I see the Lady Marjory then.”
“Stay here, I shall enquire,” he insisted and he bustled away.
He didn’t reappear but the Lady herself came bustling down the corridor towards me.
“Go away!” the Lady Marjory insisted.
“But I heard the carriage from Matson was attacked!” I explained innocently feigning concern.
“Go away,” The Lady Marjorie insisted again, “You are not welcome here!”
I feigned indignation and as was seemly I stormed from the house took horse and returned to my business at Rochester at a gallop.
Poor Freddie, he was near worn out having galloped so far so I made sure he had the finest oats and a warm stable, and only when he had been rubbed down and fed and watered did I leave him to the stable lad to deal with. Freddie was an ugly brute, no thoroughbred and no race horse but for stamina he had no equal in my estimation and for obedience no equal at all.
I made it my business to check on the highwaymen working the area, it was not difficult they would sell their own mother for few pennies and in turn their friends would sell them for pint of porter and a beef dinner or a pork supper.
There was a gang it seemed, near Tharminster, a notorious highway man named “The Dark One,” too shrewd and well liked through his altruism and generosity towards the peasantry to be easily betrayed, and my plan was simplicity itself, to ensure the Lord Gerald and Sebastian knew of the Highwayman and knew where to find him while ensuring the highwayman knew they were coming, now you may fear that such would be fraught with difficulty but as the bumbling Clerks Messrs Thwaites and Adams and Dagenham, I found little difficulty although it took me a week and more and in the course of the week I also collected together a variety of sums of money owing to me and then I made my way to Matson.