1. Salem, 1692


    Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    “Oh please, sir, not tonight.” James Abernathy had raised the girl’s skirts and petticoats to her waist and was about to push her onto the bed she had just folded down at the House of the Seven Gables. “Why not?” he said. “It’s the hanging, sir, up on Gallows Hill. It’s got me upset.” Until that day Abernathy hadn’t given much thought to the accusations being hurled about by the Reverend Samuel Parris and other of the residents of Salem Village. He dismissed it as a kind of mass hysteria produced by the ignorance of the mainly poor Puritan farmers of the Village. But that morning, when the sheriff pulled the noose taut around the neck of Bridget Bishop, the reality of the situation had slapped everyone in Salem Town like a wet glove across the cheek. It was monstrous, yes, but it was no concern of his. As one of the Town’s wealthiest merchants, no one would be so bold as to accuse him or anyone in his family of practicing the dark arts. However, this girl, Mary Wicks, was clearly troubled by the day’s events. If he were to have his way with her, he would need to use some tact. He turned her round to face him and took her in his arms. “I’m sorry, Mary. Sometimes I’m an insensitive lout. Did you know this woman that they hanged?” “No, sir. It’s just… well, I can’t understand why the townspeople are doing this. It seems as if everyone has gone mad.” “You need to be careful who you voice opinions like that to, Mary. I agree with you, but prudence dictates that some thoughts ...
    we must keep to ourselves." The girl looked deep into his eyes. Her own eyes were like dark tunnels to an abyss of sin, so different from most of the blue-eyed inhabitants here. “I know, sir. I’m sorry,” she said. “There’s no need to be sorry, Mary. I just don’t want anything to happen to you. You see… well, I guess I must confess, I’ve fallen in love with you.” The look of infatuation that melted over the girl’s face he had seen many times before, not just with this girl but with numerous others over the years. All it usually took was a profession of affection. He didn’t understand why mistresses couldn’t just accept their station and enjoy the carnality of the tryst, the pleasures of the flesh, but they always wanted more. Even this girl, barely seventeen and a lowly chambermaid at the inn, was already inclined towards the romantic, fantasizing the perfect fairy tale of living out her years with a prosperous gentleman late of King William’s court. “I... I love you, too, sir,” she said. He kissed her, tenderly at first, then delving his tongue between her lips and swirling it against hers. He laid her back on the bed, raised her skirts and petticoats again, and traced a finger up her bare cleft. “Oh, sir,” she moaned. He opened the front of his breeches and placed her hand on his manhood. She squeezed it the way he had shown her. When he started to mount her, she said, “Please, sir, the other way.” He smiled at that. Their first night together, he had taken the girl in the ...
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