1. Miss Gresham's honour lost.


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.1, Source: sexstories.com

    my womb, he told me.” “Madam my member does not talk," I replied. “But he does,” she replied, “He is so sweet and tender, gently caressing and soothing me." "Then that is my error. I had intended him to chastise you, I see I shall have to be more forceful.” I declared as I thrust as hard as I might. “Yes, harder, faster, show me how much you desire me,” she whispered with laughing eyes. I did as she bid, my mind blurring in a frenzy as my tool swelled and my very being expanded until it might be released in a moment of ecstasy. It burst forth as sunlight from cloud, a damn burst like a broken canal gate gushing and rushing, “Ohhhh,” she gasped and smiled. “Are you done?” she asked. “Indeed,” I agreed, “Completely spent your work is done.” I pulled myself from her. She rolled from under me and stood up, “Yes, you’ll do” she declared and taking her gown in both hands she tore the front wide open popping studs and buttons and tearing cloth. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Nothing!” she smiled. I heard footsteps approaching and then they were upon us, “Thompsett you cad,” Grant declared. “Thomsett you bloody fool!” Allenby cautioned. “He, he did things,” Annabel complained, as more of the party joined us, “He took advantage, I do believe he took my honour!” “Call the constable!” Allenby demanded. I did not resist, Lord Marchington could not bear to look at me so they took me to the cellar where they locked me in a store room. It was late evening when Menzies the constable came ...
    to see me, “I have to arrest you sir, but as there is no suitable cell for a gentleman at my abode his lordship has agreed to keep you here.” “On what charge?” I asked. “Why rape sir, or breach of promise, or assault, or all three,” he suggested. “Is he safe?” Annabel asked as she came into the cellar, “I should feel safer if he was chained up.” “Quite safe madam,” the constable insisted. “Can you not chain him up?” she suggested. “For heaven’s sake,” I said, “I am no monster, you tricked me madam, you seduced me remember?” “Oh really,” she demanded, “Chain him up I say!” The constable was unsure, “I don’t believe,” he started to say. “Chain the blighter up,” Lord Marchington bellowed from somewhere unseen so they did, using two pairs of hand cuffs threaded through hooks let into the wall in medieval times for this very purpose so I could only stand or sit on the hard wooden seat provided but at least I was allowed to sit and face away from the wall. They left me to my thoughts. It was late into the night when Annabel came, , she wore a huge all enveloping dressing gown and carried a huge whale - oil lamp. “Hello,” she said, “Did you enjoy it?” she asked. “Taking my honour?” “No,” I said, “I did not.” “Oh dear,” she said, “For I found your cock to be most agreeable." “What do you mean?” I asked. “You were very passionate,” she said enigmatically, “Like little Kenny, but your cock is bigger, not so wide or fat as Milligan’s or Prout’s but longer than Carstairs or Flanagan but ...
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