2 comments/ 84910 views/ 4 favorites Gwendolyn's Story By: ladyellen Gwendolyn was the attractive wife of a wealthy seagoing merchant (Pirate to you and me.). When he failed to return from an expedition financed by some wealthy but ruthless associates, Gwendolyn, his beautiful young wife, was taken as payment for the debt. * The beautiful Gwendolyn Alder was seated totally naked on the bed in the small room. She was weeping softly, her spirit broken; her world of luxury and plenty had suddenly crashed around her. Only a few months ago, she was a respected member of Abbotsford society. Gwendolyn was the beautiful young wife of Eric Alder, a seagoing merchant or privateer. The couple had arrived in Abbotsford about two years ago to settle down and start a new life after several many adventure filled years sailing the high seas and plundering the treasures of the New World. With their wealth Eric and Gwendolyn had purchased a large house on the outskirts of Abbotsford called Windfell Hall. With some reluctance Eric had given up his seagoing days and moved in the Hall, Gwendolyn was pleased to have a home of her own at last and was happy to settle down and maybe even begin to raise a family. When stories of their undisputed wealth circulated the area anybody who was anybody had clamored to get to know the attractive young couple. They were soon high on the list for being invited to all the best social gatherings and they themselves in return gave lavish parties. The problem was that Eric was good at doing what he did best: captaining a ship, exploring new worlds, pillaging the Spanish and French ships and bringing back the treasures that he found, but he was not so good as a business man and the many unscrupulous elements in the local society soon took advantage of his lack of business acumen. As their wealth quickly diminished, Eric was getting to the position where he needed to restore his wealth. This meant taking to the high seas again, his so called friends saw the opportunity to make even more money from him and were quick to offer investment in the new venture, providing funds for him to equip and crew an even larger ship. Gwendolyn much to Eric's disappointment decided that she was happy in her new home and decide that she had had enough sailing the high seas and so decided to stay at home in Windfell Hall and await his return. Even so she was feeling quite sad as she stood on the quayside with some of the other investors and waved her good-byes as she watched The Black Witch, her husband's ship sailed off on the evening tide. What she didn't realise at that moment was that it would be several years before she ever saw him again. For the first year or so of Eric's trip Gwendolyn was able to keep up her life style, but when her husband did not return and her dwindling funds rapidly diminished, she first had to cut back on her household staff, and then reluctantly make cut backs in her expensive and indulgent life style. At first, her so called friends stood by her, but as the months and then years passed by and there was no sign of Eric returning; even the more trusted ones began to turn their back on her. The unscrupulous bankers and traders who had loaned her money on the strength of her husband's return with more wealth soon began to demand their money back, and when she couldn't repay it, they began to make moves to repossess her property. The leader and instigator of this group was one Ezra McIntyre, a mean old miser who from the moment her first set eyes on the delightful Gwendolyn had designs on the young beauty's more intimate treasures as well as the returns on his investment in her husband. Things came to a head two years after Eric had sailed away. Two of Ezra's men arrived at Windfell Hall in a carriage and told Gwendolyn to come with them. At first she was reluctant but they persuaded her that it was in her interest and in the end they led her out to the carriage and drove her back to Ezra's large mansion. The men handed over to Ezra's manservant, Manners, who escorted her into the large library. Ezra was standing with his back to the fire. He smiled and nodded when she walked in. "Come in, come in, my child; make yourself comfortable. Can Manners get you a drink of something?" Gwendolyn shook her head she wanted to get this interview over so Ezra waved the old manservant away. "You've been brought here because of your escalating debt problem. We don't know what's happened to your husband. He ought to have been back months ago. Now things are getting serious and something needs to be done about it." Gwendolyn smiled nervously. "I'm sorry, but what can I do? I've been as frugal as I can, but there is nothing more I can do until Eric returns." Ezra shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not good enough. We need to do something now. My friends need a return on their money that they entrusted to your husband." She shrugged. "I'm sorry for them but what more can I do?" Ezra smiled. "Well, that's up to you, my child. An attractive woman like you can always find ways of extending her credit." Ezra looked at her meaningfully. Gwendolyn had an idea what he was getting at she had often seen the lustful way he looked at her and she was a woman of the world, but she dismissed it. Surely In her position, such a thing was unthinkable, or was it? She shuddered at the thought. "I must speak to you seriously about this matter," said Ezra, looking grave. "I have met with the other creditors, and they have agreed with me that if there is no news of your husband by the end of the month, then you will have to be held responsible for his debts." "But I have nothing to pay you with," moaned Gwendolyn. "Everything I had is gone." Ezra smiled a sickening smile and looked at her. "Not quite everything, my lovely." With the sight of his grinning face still in her head, she was driven back home. The end of the month came all too soon for Gwendolyn, and there was still no news of Eric. On the first of the month, Ezra's coachman again arrived to collect her and she was escorted once more to Ezra's mansion. This time when she was taken into the library, Ezra was seated at his large ornate desk and to Gwendolyn's discomfort the four other major investors were also there. "I hear there is still no news of your husband my dear?" Ezra said addressing the now frightened young woman. Gwendolyn shook her head. "Then I'm afraid we have no other options left," he said, looking around at the others who were nodding their heads. "You must start to pay off some of the debt yourself." "What with," Gwendolyn moaned. "I have nothing left, nothing at all." Gwendolyn saw the men around her smile at each other. "You have one very precious thing," Ezra said with a lecherous grin. "Your delightful body." Gwendolyn looked at him in horror. "You wouldn't, you couldn't. I'm a happily married woman." "Then where is your husband and where is our money?" Ezra shouted above her moans. "We don't see him or the money around anyplace." Gwendolyn fell to her knees, sobbing. What could she do? She felt helpless. She suddenly looked up at them. "I won't do it! I won't let you! You have no right!" Ezra smiled again. "Oh, yes we do, my dear. Of course, the other option for you is the debtor's prison. But I don't think a lady like you would like that, would you?" This announcement frightened Gwendolyn even more then the first one. Now there was little choice in the matter. She had witnessed in person the indignities that the people sent to the debtor's prison were put through, particularly the women debtors. After being found guilty by the court, they were taken out into the street and publicly stripped naked. Then they were paraded through the streets always lined with jeering crowds, who pelted the poor women mercilessly them with eggs and rotten fruit. Their destination was the market square. Here they were secured, still naked, to a whipping post and left there until dusk. It was here that some of the worse degradations took place as they were left to the mercy of the local crowd. Their bodies were often whipped and abused, and some of the more perverted of the spectators actually involved themselves in depraved acts of sexual intercourse with the unfortunate wretches. This public torment was only over when as dusk fell the prison guards released them, and they were then taken to prison for the required term. It was well known that once inside the prison, some of the worst atrocities took place, by both the sadistic guards and even their fellow prisoners. It would be especially bad for someone as attractive as Gwendolyn and she knew it. She now knew that she had only one option that would mean her survival. She had to agree to their demands whatever they were. She knew it was not going to be pleasant, but if it meant she could at least play for time, the time she needed for Eric to return to her and take her away from all this, she knew she would have to do it. She stood looking at the five men. She was angry and afraid but she didn't want to show them she was weak. "You will all be sorry when Eric returns and he discovers what you have done." "If Eric returns," she heard one of the men say to his companion. "Well, gentlemen, I think the matter is settled. We will sort the details out later." Ezra spoke and the men around him nodded in agreement. "I think the first matter on hand is for us to check out the goods on offer." She saw the men look at each other and smile. The problem was that Gwendolyn was not some innocent frightened little virgin. She knew what these men were after since she had spent five years on the high seas with Eric and his crew aboard the Black Witch. This life had taught her a lot about the needs of men and especially how they treated women who were under their power. During their many daring adventures together, she had been involved in the capture of several ships and their crews. Eric was hard and ruthless, but he was not a bloodthirsty man who killed for the sake of it. He was after the wealth and the cargo on the ships, not the crew who were only there doing their jobs. When the ship was captured, there was of course fighting. People did get killed and maimed on both sides, but then the ship was ransacked and any cargo of value transferred to the Black Witch. Then before the ship was sunk or destroyed, the crews were set adrift in longboats with enough food and water to get them to the nearest landfall. Occasionally on searching a ship, the men came across women. Prostitutes were often smuggled onto ships by the crew, and sometimes the captain had a woman or his wife aboard with him; the privilege of rank. On rarer occasions they came across a ship carrying women passengers. These situations could cause problems for Eric. The crews were at sea for months on end, and when a woman was found, he could do little to stop his crew taking advantage of the situation, without causing a mutiny. He did not like it, but he did not prevent it. Luckily, most of the women discovered were already prostitutes. They were well used to handling sailors, and what's more, were usually happy to be with the winning crew on board a ship rather than in a longboat with the defeated crew. She would always remember one particular incident when they had came across a ship flying the Spanish colors which they had taken after a brief fight. They not only discovered a horde of treasure, but also an Ambassador's daughter accompanied by two young maidservants and an older woman retainer who was her guardian. Eric had taken the women on board and locked them all in a cabin while the crew transferred the treasure. Then amid abuse and threats of retaliation from the Spanish captain, they had cast the surviving crew and the ship's officers adrift in the ship's boats before sinking the ship. Eric watched the once proud ship sink with some regret If it had been later in their voyage, Eric may have put some of his own crew aboard the captured ship and sailed it home. It would have made a good prize. After they sailed away from the sinking ship, the crew was all in a rowdy and excited mood as they always were after a victory and ready and eager to get at the female captives. Eric knew that the Ambassador's daughter would make a good prize, and if she were unharmed, she would fetch a good ransom, but she was an attractive lass and the crew was eager to get at her. Eric called Gwendolyn aside and told her to go to the girl and find out just who she was and where she was bound and any other details she could discover. She should do this as quickly as possible while he was up on deck speaking to the crew. All the women were frightened when she entered the cabin and they were more surprised when they found out she was a woman, as on board ship Gwendolyn usually dressed like a man. She had always found men's clothes easier to work in. The two maidservants were really scared. They cowered in the corner of the cabin and refused to speak to her. According to the older woman, they had heard what pirates did to the women they captured. Even though she was scared herself she did manage to find out from the older woman that the Ambassador's daughter whose name was Cassandra she was on her way to marry some Duke or other who was governor of some Spanish held islands. Gwendolyn discovered that Cassandra herself was certainly the haughty type and seemed to have no fear of the situation she now found herself in, she came over to Gwendolyn and demanded that she be released immediately. Gwendolyn remembered how she had smiled at the silly woman telling her, "I don't think you would like that, miss, as we are in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean." When the girl heard this, she then threatened Gwendolyn with death and imprisonment when she was caught as she thought she surely would be. In the end, Gwendolyn had just gotten fed up with hearing her rave and left her and had reported her findings to Eric. He listened to what Gwendolyn had to say, then told her that he had made a deal with the crew. They could have the maidservants as long as the other two were left alone. Then if everything went to plan, they would get a share of the ransom. Gwendolyn had felt sorry for the maidservants as she knew what they would have to suffer in the hands of the crew, but it was not up to her to say anything. Eric was the Captain and he was in charge on his ship. Then the two girls were brought out struggling and pleading and were handed over to the crew. It was the last she saw of them for several days as they were dragged screaming to the crew's quarters below decks. That night as she lay in the big comfortable bed with her husband Eric, she could distinctly hear their cries as they were repeatedly raped and abused by every member of the crew. The following day Eric told Gwendolyn that it would be about two weeks before they made landfall at the island where hopefully Cassandra could be traded for a healthy ransom. Cassandra made life difficult for herself during the voyage by continually complaining about everything. Her old companion was almost at her wits end trying to deal with the troublesome young woman, and the last straw came when she attacked the cook with a pair of scissors. Whatever Eric's plans where for her, he couldn't condone this final action. At noon he gathered all the crew on deck and Cassandra was brought out. She was struggling and spitting out some very unladylike language as she was held tightly by Big Amos, the ship's carpenter. Eric then told a crew member to lower a line and this was tied securely around Cassandra's wrists. Then she was hauled up till her feet just left the deck. The young woman swung there as she still continued to struggle, shouting and screaming at everyone in sight. Eric turned to Gwendolyn. "I think this is a job for you, my dear," he said. "Go down and strip her." She looked at him, and he smiled. "If I ask one of the crew to do it, they might take things too far. As it is, I do have to punish her, but I don't want her too badly harmed. Bruised goods do not fetch as good a price as fresh ones." Gwendolyn was not keen on the idea, but she could understand his thinking. She went down on the deck, and with all the crew watching on eagerly, she started unfastening the girl's clothing. At this Cassandra began screaming and kicking even harder, especially when she realised just what was going on. In the end, Gwendolyn had to use her knife to loosen and cut the braids and ties. As Gwendolyn struggled to pull off her tattered clothes, Cassandra began to quiet down, and began pleading with Gwendolyn not to go any further. Although she felt a little sorry for the girl, she knew she had to obey Eric's instructions. At last the poor girl was down to her camisole and pantaloons. The crew was hushed and expectant. None of them had ever seen such a high ranking lady naked before, and it was a sight they were all looking forward too. Gwendolyn cut the waistband of the pantaloons and they fell down over the girl's shapely hips and dangled from her feet. There was a cry as the crew got their first look at the dark bush covering her pussy. Gwendolyn could see that the girl was mortified to be exposed in such an undignified way before the ship's crew. She had to cut away the last item, her camisole, because her arms were tied above her head. As it finally fell away, the crew was rewarded by the sight of a perfect pair of naked breasts, stretched taught, hard pink nipples jutting out from large brown areolas. Gwendolyn turned and looked up at Eric. He nodded and she made her way back up to the bridge leaving the young attractive girl hanging there now weeping silently, completely overwhelmed by the enormity of what had just happened to her. Her beautiful naked body was openly displayed and eyed hungrily by every member of the crew as it swung gently with the rolling motion of the ship. "Mr. Beardshaw," Eric called out. The ship's cook pushed his way forward through the crew, his left arm in a sling. He looked at the naked girl hanging from the line and smiled. "Ten strokes I think should be enough to teach her a lesson, but try not to break the skin." The cook touched his cap and nodded. He picked up a short piece of wood, part of a barrel, and swished it through the air, testing its strength. The girl looked at him wide eyed and then cried out as the first blow landed across the firm white globes of her tight little bottom. After another few blows, her bottom was beginning to show signs of wear and turning an interesting pink color. She was by now screaming in pain, and well before the last blow landed, she peed on herself, much to the delight of the crew. They cheered as they watched the golden liquid running down her long legs and pooling on the wooden deck under her feet. When it was over, Eric ordered that she was to be left there as she was until four o'clock with strict orders to the crew that they could look but not touch. Any member of the crew who did otherwise would be severely dealt with, and they knew to a man what that threat meant. Eric did allow her elderly companion to go to her aid and bathe her wounds although he informed her that she could only tend to the girl's needs. She could not attempt to cover the poor girl's body. By the time Eric gave orders for her to be cut down, she had been totally humiliated, hanging there naked for everyone to see, and by the end of her ordeal, she was in a traumatized state. At least she caused no more trouble, and two weeks later, she was released into the hands of her intended for a handsome reward. Gwendolyn often wondered if she ever told her new husband what happened to her aboard the Black Witch. All these memories flooded through her mind as she stood looking at the men. She knew what was meant by checking the goods out. She knew they intended to strip her to humiliate her, but they would never break her. Gwendolyn's Story Ezra picked up a small bell from his desk and rang it. His manservant Manners quickly entered the room, and walked over to Ezra's desk. "A little job for you, Manners. Would you please remove the young lady's clothes?" Manners did not seem at all surprised by the request, and turned and came over to where Gwendolyn was standing. When he made a move to unbutton her clothes, she brushed his hand away. "I am quite capable of undressing myself, thank you!" Manners turned and looked over at Ezra. He waved his hand, dismissing the manservant. He looked at Gwendolyn and smiled. "Carry on then, my dear. Remove your own clothes, but I want you to remove everything." Slowly, watched by five pairs of lustful eyes, she began to remove her clothes, folding each item as she removed it. At last she was down to her shift and pantaloons. This was the moment she was dreading, displaying her nakedness to these perverts. She gripped the shift by the waist and pulled it quickly over her head. She felt her breasts bounce slightly with the effort. There were murmurs and comments as her breasts were finally exposed. She didn't stop. She had no desire to tease them. She quickly pushed down her lacy pink fringed pantaloons and stepped out of them. Now she stood naked for their inspection in only her short silk stockings and shoes. They let her stand there for a minute or so, then Ezra told her to move around. She began to walk over the wooden floor. She caught sight of herself in a mirror. Her nakedness contrasted sharply with the murkiness of the old library. At last it was over; well, for the moment at least. Ezra again used the bell to summon Manners, he told him to take her and lock her in the servant's room next to his. She went to pick up her clothes, but was told in no uncertain terms to leave them. "You will have no need for clothes during your stay with us," he said. Manners took her arm and led her up the stairs. He unlocked a door and held the door open for her to enter. The door shut behind her and she heard the key turn in the lock. At last her emotions that she had held in check flooded out, and she sat on the small bed and wept. Where was Eric? Why had he left her to the mercy of theses people who she had thought were her friends? Would he ever return? She wished she knew the answers. She shivered slightly. After the library, the small bedroom was cold. She pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her naked body. She fell back onto the pillow and cried herself to sleep. She was woken by the key turning in the lock. Manners came into the room with a tray of food and a jug of water. He laid it on the bed beside her. "Eat, my dear. You are going to need your strength." Then he left. She nibbled at the food at first. Then she realised how hungry she was. How long had it been since she last ate? She demolished the plate full of food and swilled it down with a glass of water. She felt a little better after that. It seemed hours before he came again. This time he had a pitcher of steaming water and a towel. Gwendolyn watched him as he poured the water into a basin on a stand in the corner. Then he came over to the bed and gently shook her by the shoulder. She looked up at him. "Get up and wash yourself," he said. She sat up on the bed. The blanket slipped away from her, but he did not seem to notice her nakedness. He handed her some soap and she washed her face in the warm water. Afterwards, he passed her a brush from a bag he had brought with him and indicated for her to do her hair that was mussed up and untidy from sleeping. He watched as she pulled the brush through her long red hair. When she had finished, she handed the brush back to him and he replaced it in the bag. He took a perfume bottle from the bag and passed it to her. She sprayed her body and wondered just what the preparations were for. When she was finished, he looked at her and nodded, then told her to follow him. He led her out into the corridor and over to another room. It looked bright and warm with a fire burning in the grate. A large four poster bed dominated the room, and in the bed sat a smiling Ezra. Manners nodded as he left the room. Ezra smiled as he looked at the beautiful naked woman. He felt himself rising to the occasion. He hoped she was not going to be difficult. He turned back the bed covers. "Would you like to join me?" he said. Gwendolyn stood for a moment considering the alternative. She didn't want to go anywhere near this horrid man, but she realised that it was better than going to debtor's prison. She decided it was better not to put up resistance. She needed time and at the moment it wasn't on her side. She moved towards the bed and eased herself in. At least it felt comfortable and warm. She immediately felt Ezra's hand on her leg sliding up her thigh. She held her breath and cringed slightly. He felt the sudden tension in her body. "There's no need for that, my dear. I'm not going to harm you. You just be nice to Ezra and things will be much better for you." He smiled. "If you resist, I'm sure my coachman, Wentworth, would get great pleasure out of thrashing you." Gwendolyn knew there was little point in offering any resistance to his advances. He would get what he wanted in one way or another. What was the point of putting herself through more anguish only for the result to be the same at the end of it? She lay back and steeled herself. Again, she felt his hands on her body, her breasts, her thighs. "Oh, Eric!" she prayed silently as his fingers urgently opened her up. "Please come back to me, please!" She did not try to stop him entering her. She just laid there accepting it. He did not seem to mind as he huffed and puffed, thrusting himself into her unreceptive body. Thankfully it was quickly over, and he fell asleep, his arms around her, his hands still clutching her breasts. Ezra kept Gwendolyn to himself for over a week. As she had shown no apparent resistance to his advances, he had instructed Manners to put her in another more comfortable room rather than the small one she had at first been placed in. She was still not allowed to dress and had to remain naked at all times, but at least her quarters were warm and comfortable. There were books to read to pass away the time until each evening when she was made to bathe and then escorted to Ezra's room. After the initial excitement of the first time, now sex was more drawn out. Ezra wasn't a man in his prime and he labored thrusting and pushing himself into her; his breathing became labored and he sweated profusely. Maybe one night he might have a heart attack. She smiled at the thought as she endured his endless thrusting. Her legs ached and her pussy was now becoming quite tender. Even for a man of his age, he managed to take her every night and several times in the morning when they awoke. Unknown to Gwendolyn, she was also being used for another of his perverted pleasures. Ezra was a real sexual pervert, and he also took his pleasures as a voyeur. He had gone to great expense and trouble to make viewing access possible in several rooms in his house that were used by his staff and guests. He took pleasure in watching particularly the young house maids bathing and undressing when they thought they were in the privacy of their rooms. The room Gwendolyn was now spending most of her days in was also set up for viewing. A large decorated mirror over the fireplace was accessible from the rear via a small cubbyhole. This room was often used as a guest room, and through the mirror, Ezra had a clear view of the room and everything that went off in it. Sitting in the darkness on a comfortable chair, he had hours of pleasure watching his guests doing what they do best in the privacy of their room. Some special friends and business acquaintances were invited to watch with him through the mirror, and with Gwendolyn being the present incumbent of the room and Ezra not allowing the poor woman to wear any clothes, she became a very popular attraction. It was two weeks since Gwendolyn had been brought to Ezra's house and made to share his bed, and although she was not refusing his advances, she made little effort to make lovemaking enjoyable for him. She never refused to do his bidding, and would suck on his cock and even allow him to penetrate her delightful arse, but she made no signs of enjoying the experience. Ezra was beginning to tire of her, and he was now getting questions from her other creditors regarding when they were going to have an opportunity of taking their pleasure with the delightful young Gwendolyn. He decided that as none of the other creditors knew anything about his voyeur fetish, it might make interesting viewing if he were to allow them to use the room. As it turned out, this idea suited them all because they were all married and it would have been a problem for them to find somewhere to entertain the lady. So the crafty old devil allocated them each a two hour period in the afternoon. Gwendolyn felt none too pleased when he told her what would be happening to her. The thought of being used as a play thing by the other creditors turned her stomach, but she decided that it was again going to be much easier to comply with his wishes than to argue and maybe suffer the consequences. And each day she survived was hopefully a day nearer Eric returning. So for the next few afternoons, Ezra seated himself comfortably in the darkness of his little viewing room with a bottle of wine by his side and enjoyed the scenes that unfolded before him. It pleased him to see that Gwendolyn showed no more interest in her new visitors than she had with him. She just lay there, legs apart, taking all that was offered to her, making no effort to do anything on her part to make the love making any more pleasurable for herself or her partners. For their part, her partners did not seem to have a problem with this. The fact that Gwendolyn's exciting young body was being made available to them was more than most of them could dream of. Ezra smiled as he watched from the comfort of his cubby hole as one after another they strained and sweated, thrusting themselves urgently into Gwendolyn's exciting young body. Some were just happy to be able to taste the delights of pussy; others wanted more. Gwendolyn knew from her days at sea and the way she had seen the whores on the ship treated that it was better not to offer any resistance; just lay back and accept it and do whatever was asked of her however distasteful it might be, for sooner or later it would be over. The next few weeks were a nightmare for Gwendolyn as Ezra subjected her to further humiliation and degradation. When he entertained his friends--other bankers, and even local government officials--Gwendolyn was made to attend dressed in skimpy, revealing costumes. At one special evening when he entertained the Lord High Sheriff and members of a select group of wealthy businessmen, she was actually subjected to being displayed naked before the guests, presented as a dessert laid out on a platform, her beautiful naked body decorated with delightful items of exotic fruit and sweets. She had to endure the humiliation of the guests actually eating off her body. Then Ezra began to tire of her. She had served her purpose. Making her available to his friends had put him in good stead with them all. He needed new attractions around his house. She was becoming an expensive luxury. Gwendolyn was aroused from her sleep by Manners shaking her by the shoulder. He had a tray with some food on it, and he was carrying some clothes. When she was awake, he told her that when she had eaten the food, she must dress in the clothes he had brought. "I'm sorry to tell you, madam, that the master has decided to commit you to the debtor's court." Gwendolyn was shocked to hear this, but she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent whatever fate awaited her at the hands of the despicable Ezra. Her fate was now in other people's hands, not her own, and she had to make the most of it and just try to survive. After she had eaten the food, she washed herself and dressed in the clothes Manners had brought. The pantaloons and camisole were her own. They had been washed and smelt fresh. The shift was a little threadbare but serviceable. She was transported to the court house in a small coach provided by Ezra. He did not speak to her before she left, but he watched from a window as she was escorted to the coach. The word of Gwendolyn's demise had gotten around quickly and the court room was crowded. The townspeople loved to see the mighty fallen on hard times, and the merchants and local shopkeepers were hopeful that they could get some retribution for some of the problems Eric and Gwendolyn had caused for them with unpaid bills and wages. The court hearing did not last long before the judge committed her to be incarcerated in the debtor's prison for three years. All her property and land would be confiscated and sold and any of the money raised shared between the merchants, workers and trades people that were owed money by the unfortunate couple. Lastly, he said the she was to be placed on public view in the market square for twelve hours. She already knew what that meant: public humiliation and degradation at the hands of the townspeople. The judge looked at her sternly as he passed the sentence, and then instructed the bailiff to remove the prisoner into the hands of her jailors. She was led outside, followed by the now jeering crowd. The small square in front of the courthouse was already crowded and the people who had been watching in court now jostled with the already waiting crowd to get into a good viewing position. At the doorway of the courthouse, a burly unshaven man in a long leather tunic smiled when he saw Gwendolyn. He was the chief jailor who had been sent to escort her to the town square, and now that he had seen her, he knew it was a job he was going to enjoy. The bailiff handed Gwendolyn over to him. "You know what you have to do," he said. The man nodded. The jailor roughly grabbed Gwendolyn's arm and pushed her in the direction of a raised platform. This was often used for floggings by the court, but today it was going to be used for a far more enjoyable use; maybe not for Gwendolyn, but certainly for the crowd of spectators. Gwendolyn stood beside the jailor as he read out the sentence prescribed by the judge. The crowd cheered each part of the sentence, and there was an especially loud cheer for the final part--the public viewing. The jailor then turned to Gwendolyn. She could smell his bad breath. "Now my sweet little woman, are you going to be a good girl for us? The crowd's waiting to have a look at you. They want to see what a fine lady looks like without her fancy clothes. So are you going to be good and undress yourself for them, or are you going to give me the pleasure?" Gwendolyn shrank away from him. It was going to be bad enough appearing naked before the crowd, but the thought of this brute stripping her was more than she could take. "I'll undress myself," she said in a quite voice. The jailor sneered. "Do it slowly, my lovely, for it will probably be the last time you have an appreciative audience." He leaned back against the rail to enjoy the view. Gwendolyn bent and drew the threadbare shift up her body and over her head. The crowd cheered and whistled as they now saw her in her long pantaloons and brief camisole. She stood for a moment looking at the leering faces of the crowd. She had seen the looks before on the Black Witch when they had captured the Ambassador's daughter and Gwendolyn had been given the job of stripping her before the entire crew. Now it was her turn to face such a crowd. There was hushed expectancy as she untied the laces on the camisole before removing it and displaying her breasts to the crowd. Catcalls and whistles came up from the crowd. Others watched silently, some with hands wrapped tightly around growing erections. She untied her pantaloons and eased them over her hips. They fell to the floor and she stood naked before the crowd. Now again they were shouting and cat calling. She turned as she felt the jailor come up beside her. "You are a little treasure," he said. "I hope they do not damage you too much before we get you back. I have a few friends who will be looking forward to you joining us tonight," and with that, he grabbed at one of her breasts and squeezed it cruelly before she could get out of his reach. The crowd laughed. He pushed her down the steps of the platform. The crowd surged around her and she felt hands grab at her body before the guard used his stick to fend them off. Once in the street, he took a short piece of rope from his belt and secured her hands behind her back. He then led her down the hill from the court house towards the town square. The people lining the street shouted at her as she was led past them, and a group of children poked fun at her as they ran around her. She wasn't too bothered about her nakedness as she had been kept in that state by Ezra for over a month. It was just the shame of being paraded in public and listening to the taunts of the crowd. At last they reached the town square. It was market day and the stalls and street vendors were busy, but everybody stopped and stared as the attractive naked woman was led past. The jailor led her to a small raised platform. It was normally used as a stage or a platform for orators to speak, but its more formal use was to secure debtors like Gwendolyn, and display them in a shameful display. Two stout poles were situated at each side of the stage with iron rings attached to the tops of them. It was to these that Gwendolyn's arms were attached. The jailor pulled the ropes taught, spreading her arms wide. A crowd of young men and boys stood around watching the jailor secure her making lewd comments about her naked body. In their hands, Gwendolyn could see rotten fruit scavenged from the ground. The guard then left her, but not before stroking his hands over her bottom and thrusting a thick finger up inside her. "We'll make good use of this tonight," he said with a smirk, and then he left her to the mercy of the crowd, making his way to the local inn for a drink, his prisoner now safely secured. As soon as he had stepped down, the pelting started. The rotten fruit and even eggs splattered against her body. Some struck her painful blows, others just splashed against her body leaving streams of foul smelling juices running down her body. After a while, they tired of the sport and most of them drifted away. A group of men in field workers' clothes came over with jugs of ale in their hands and stood looking at her. She could only guess what they were saying to one another amid bouts of laughter. It was almost noon. The sun was hot and the mess on her body was drying. Still people came around and gawked at her. One man actually came up on the stage carrying a bucket of water and a ladle. He filled the ladle and held it to her lips. She drank the cool water gratefully, but then to the amusement of the crowd, he poured the rest of the water over her head and left laughing. In a way she was thankful for his cruel action as it washed away some of the mess that was sticking to her body. An hour or so later, Gwendolyn's arms and shoulders were on fire. The tension on her arms was becoming unbearable and there was still nine hours to go. Her head had dropped forward; she was beginning to suffer. She glanced up to see the jailor returning. He seemed a little unsteady on his feet, probably from too much drink. He stepped up onto the stage. "How's my pretty little woman?" he asked in a slurred voice. Gwendolyn didn't reply. She stared at him defiantly. She wasn't going to let this brute intimidate her. She screamed out when he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it cruelly. Then he did the same thing to the other. She saw a crowd begin to gather around to watch. Gwendolyn's Story "I like a woman with some spirit," he said, breathing his ale soaked breath into her face. "I have plans for you, my little one, when they are done with you here." Suddenly she felt his hand on her stomach. She tried in vain to back away from him as he attempted to push his hand between her legs, but in her captive state, she was no match for the drunken jailor. She felt his fingers probing her pussy. It was dry and he was rough. She cried out and around her she heard the ever growing crowd laugh. Suddenly another man stepped up onto the stage. Was this to be more torment, she thought? The man was tall with a growth of beard and long hair, his face slightly shielded from her view by a robe that partly covered his head. He looked like a gypsy, but there was something about him. He touched the jailor on the shoulder and the jailor turned around angrily, thankfully withdrawing his probing fingers. The two men spoke together for a moment. She was unable to hear their conversation, but she did see the gold coins that changed hands and the jailor biting onto them. Then he turned back to her. "This gentleman wants some time with you," he said with a smirk. "I can wait till later for my pleasure." He stood aside and allowed the hooded man to approach her. Gwendolyn looked at him again. There was something about him. Then she felt his hands on her breasts; hard rough hands, but they seemed gentle as he lifted her breasts. Then the man moved in closer, pressing himself against her naked body. "You do get yourself in some situations," a voice in her ears said quietly. Gwendolyn almost fainted there and then for it was a voice she instantly recognized: it was Eric's voice. "Is it really you, my darling," she gasped. She felt him nod, and she began to feel better immediately; a new found strength surged through her body. He kept pressing against her as they spoke. "Tell me when you see a man on a horse approaching," he whispered urgently. She looked over his shoulder and almost immediately saw the huge figure of Big Amos pushing his way through the crowd leading a horse. "He's coming now," she said. "I'm going to cut you loose. Do you think you can stand?" She nodded. "I think so. It's my arms and shoulders." Suddenly he drew a short sword, and as the amazed crowd looked on, he slashed at the ropes that held her. Then he almost picked her up in his arms as he dragged her bodily towards where Big Amos was standing with the horse. The jailor had suddenly become aware of what was happening, but his brain was still fuddled from all the ale he had drunk. He made a move to grab Gwendolyn, but Big Amos stepped in and felled him with a single blow. Now bedlam ensued. Some ran from the fight; others wanted to join in as the melee continued. Eric leapt up onto the horse and pulled the naked figure of his wife, Gwendolyn, up beside him. The shouts and cries of the crowd slowly faded away behind them. Eric did not pull up until they were well out of town and in the shelter of a small coppice. He dismounted and tenderly lifted Gwendolyn from the horse. She winced in pain as she tried to put her arms around him. He kissed her tenderly, and then he removed his robe and wrapped it around her, covering her nakedness. They rested for a while, intimately caressing each other and asking each other so many questions, but there were far too many. At last, with the horse rested and no sign of pursuers, they remounted, and after an hour or so ride up the coast, Gwendolyn suddenly saw a large ship anchored in a secluded bay. "Yours?" she said, turning to Eric. He grinned and nodded. "It is now. It did once belong to a Spanish King who thought he could out run the Black Witch. That was his mistake," he said with a grin. They turned the horse loose in the field and he helped her down the steep cliff path. On the beach, a ship's boat was pulled up with three sailors waiting. Soon they were heading for the ship. By nightfall, Gwendolyn was dressed again in makeshift clothes, but at least she was dressed. Big Amos had returned and Eric gave the order to pull up the anchor. Gwendolyn looked astern to see the white wake in the moonlight and the receding lights of the shore line. Eric put his arm around her and pulled her to him. They kissed tenderly. He turned to his first mate. "Set us a course to the west. The Americas! I hear there is a big land out there with lots of opportunities for men of wealth, and with what we have down there in the hold, we will all be set for life." The mate grinned. "You can manage her now?" Eric inquired. The young mate nodded. "Aye, aye, Captain." He took Gwendolyn's hand. "Don't disturb us unless it's a dire emergency. We have a lot to catch up on." Then he smiled at his adoring wife and led her towards the captain's cabin.