5 comments/ 48518 views/ 7 favorites Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman By: amor_vincit Chapter 1: In which Annabelle is introduced to the mysteries of love by her new husband It was a cold morning in the year 1720. Lady Annabelle's carriage swung away from the great house and down the drive through the landscaped gardens for the last time. She suddenly realised that she would probably never see the house again as she leaned form the window to catch a last glimpse of its imposing facade receding into the distance. How different it all was from the moment eighteen years earlier when she had first arrived at Ravensdale Hall as a young bride. The she had been only eightteen years old and newly married. Her husband Lord Ravensdale was a handsome man and exceedingly wealthy. Unfortunately he was almost thirty years older than her and had already been married and widowed, though he had no children. Her parents who were minor gentry with limited means were delighted when Lord Ravensdale had fallen for their beautiful young daughter and her father had instantly agreed to his proposal of marriage. Annabelle's feelings were hardly considered and she felt she had little choice but to accede to his lordships' proposal. He was after all attractive for an older man and she would be mistress of a great house with a title and a life of privilege. At first Annabelle reveled in her new life. Her husband had a rich social life and there were balls, house parties and trips to London. Annabelle was free to spend money on expensive new clothes and furnishings for the house. She had a retinue of servants to wait on her and cater to her every need. In other respects, however, Annabelle had been completely unprepared for married life. She was entirely ignorant of sex or even of her own body. The night before her wedding her mother's only advice had been that she should be obedient to her husband in all things and that on the wedding night he would guide her in what to do. Annabelle was mystified by this but assumed that her mother was referring to the dancing which would take place at the ball in the evening. Annabelle indeed enjoyed the ball, her husband was an excellent dancer but she also had the opportunity to share the floor with a number of very attractive younger men. At midnight the ball ended and those guests who were not staying at the Hall departed. Lord Ravensdale took Annabelle's arm and suggested they make their way to bed. One of the maids showed her to her bedroom which turned out to be quite magnificent with a huge canopied four poster bed, ornately carved and gilded furniture and beautiful silver mirrors. Laid out on the bed was an exquisitely embroidered nightdress for her to wear. The maid assisted her in undressing and combed out her long blonde hair. Finally she washed herself in a bowl of warm water brought by the maid and put on the beautiful nightdress. She climbed into the great bed and the maid arranged her covers and bade her good night. Annabelle was just settling down to sleep when the door opened and Lord Ravensdale entered the room. He too was attired for bed in a long silken nightshirt. "I see you are prepared my lady," he said. "Let us to it." Annabelle was puzzled by this. "How mean you my lord? Let us to what?" "Why the business of our wedding night my love," said his lordship. "Have we not concluded the business sir? I understood that we were now going to bed," said Annabelle innocently. "Why of course my dear, it is in bed that we shall conduct our business." With that Lord Ravensdale pulled back the covers from the bed revealing his bride curled up in confusion. "Oh my lord, what are you doing?" asked Annabelle. "Why I am going to make love to you, you silly girl! It is our wedding night after all," replied Ravensdale. "Make love... but..." Annabelle stammered. "Surely your mother instructed you on your wedding night duties, my dear," her husband went on. "Well she told me I should be guided by my husband," said Annabelle doubtfully. "What excellent advice! Now be a good girl and remove your nightdress so I can take a good look at you." Somewhat doubtfully Annabelle pulled her nightdress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She sat on the bed attempting to cover herself with her hands. "Annabelle, you must understand that you are now my wife. There is no shame in exposing the beauty of your body to your husband. Now please lie back so that I may lie beside you." Tentatively Annabelle lay back down on the bed her body rigid and her arms straight by her sides. Lord Ravensdale drank in the beauty of his young eighteen year old bride. Her blonde wavy hair lay spread out on the pillow framing her face. She gazed at him nervously with her huge brown eyes, the plump ruby lips of her mouth slightly opened in anticipation. She had large plump white breasts which were softly flattened on either side of her body. She had delicious plump white thighs and at the top of them her sex was clearly visible through a cluster of blonde curls. Lord Ravensdale now removed his nightshirt and Annabelle gasped in shock at the sight which met her eyes. Annabelle had never seen a naked man before and her eyes instantly fixed on the area of her husbands loins. Standing upright from a thick forest of dark hairs was a huge fleshy pole. It was only later that Annabelle realised that men's organs were not ever thus and for the first few weeks of marriage she wondered why such large appendages were not visible inside gentlemen's breeches. Lord Ravensdale climbed onto the bed beside her and put an arm around her. He lowered his head to her face and began to kiss her. Annabelle had only been kissed by members of her family and at first her husband's kisses were not dissimilar. He kissed her cheeks, her eyes and her mouth. Suddenly he pressed his mouth much more firmly against hers and to her surprise pushed his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. She was shocked by this intrusion but remembered her mother's instructions and acquiesced to her husband. Once she opened herself up to his lingual assault she began to quite enjoy the sensation of having her lips, mouth and tongue stimulated in this way. Just as Annabelle was starting to enjoy being passionately kissed by her husband he withdrew her mouth and moved downwards on her body. His lips now found one of her nipples and began to suck ardently on this luscious ruby button. Again Annabelle was shocked. She had of course seen wet nurses feeding babies but she had never imagined that a grown man would wish to be suckled by his wife. Her bridegroom was clearly enjoying himself and she had to admit to a delightful sensation which was not only running through the nipple but also seemed to be stirring in her loins. Almost as if he had intuited this Lord Ravensdale's hand crept between her thighs which had parted involuntarily as the sensations in her loins began to intensify. To her shock his fingers began to explore the little forest of curls which grew luxuriantly there. "Oh my lord, are you sure you should be doing this?" gasped Annabelle knowing that no man had ever seen this portion of her anatomy still less fondled it in this lascivious fashion. "My dear, this is for your pleasure and a most necessary prelude to what will follow," replied his lordship. Certainly her bridegroom's fingers were producing the most agreeable sensations in her nether regions. Suddenly Annabelle gasped as his fingers explored the declivity between her nether lips. This was a region which Annabelle herself had hardly explored as her mother had always impressed on her that it was quite indecent for young ladies to take any interest in this area of their bodies. Her mother had, however, offered no guidance on the propriety or otherwise of allowing her husband to explore this region so following her mother's advice she allowed him to guide her. Now Ravensdale's finger was gently intruding into her tight little aperture. To her surprise she could feel a wetness between her legs but could not understand what might be the source of this damp effusion. His finger began to spread the moisture around the opening of her orifice. Suddenly his finger seemed to find a point slightly higher up which was a centre of pleasure for his stimulation of that zone produced a sudden paroxysm of pleasure quite in excess of the mere stirrings she had previously experienced. "Ah I see you enjoy a little stimulation of your rosebud," pondered Ravensdale. Annabelle was unsure what her rosebud was but murmured in approbation. "Now we have tasted a little of the hors d'oeuvre, are you ready to proceed to the main course my dear?" her husband continued. "Whatever, you say my lord," murmured the blushing bride. Almost immediately Lord Ravensdale shifted his position so he was crouched between her legs. He spread her thighs further apart and stretched himself out on top of her taking his weight upon his arms. Annabelle had no idea how to respond so lay with her legs apart awaiting instructions. Her husband reached between her legs and spread her nether lips with one hand. Suddenly she felt something pushing at her entrance. No it could not be, surely she was mistaken. She raised her head and looked down and confirmed her fears. The monstrous pole of flesh which she had glimpsed arising from her husband's loins was now being thrust between her legs. Surely he did not intend to pierce her delicate little orifice with this huge organ. "Oh my lord, what are you doing to me?" Annabelle cried. "My dear, surely you wish to consummate our marriage?" her bridegroom replied. "Is this indeed how it is done?" gasped Annabelle. "Ever since Adam and Eve, my love." "Very well sir let us to it," Annabelle replied. With that Lord Ravensdale gave a might thrust and pushed his manhood deep into her sex. Annabelle gasped as her maidenhead gave way under this assault. She felt a sharp stab of pain as she was so suddenly deflowered. "Oh my lord, the pain, what are you doing to me?" she cried. "Fear not my love a little pain is inevitable but it will quickly pass," her husband assured her. Now Ravensdale withdrew slightly and began to thrust his organ slowly in and out of her body. The pain was nowhere near as intense as that first thrust but Annabelle still experienced some discomfort. However, slowly the sensations which she had experienced in her loins earlier began to return. Despite the pain she yearned for her husbands thrusts and began to feel quivers of pleasure with each stab of his manhood. The thrusts were coming faster now and she was really beginning to enjoy the sensations. All of a sudden her husband uttered a strange strangled cry gave a couple more deep thrusts into her and collapsed on top of her panting. After a few moments the hard pole of his manhood seemed to soften and slipped from her body. She felt a strange sticky wetness seeping from between her legs quite different form the slight effusion of moisture she had experienced from her husband's first caresses. She longed for him to continue thrusting inside her or at least to repeat his fondling of her but he seemed to have lost all interest. He lay panting upon her breast for a few moments and suddenly shifted himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and pulled his nightshirt back on. "I must bid you goodnight my dear. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," said Lord Ravensdale and kissed her softly on the lips. With that he left the room presumably for his own bed leaving Annabelle alone once more. Chapter 2: In which Annabelle discovers her husband's true nature At that moment the coach lurched as it hit a particularly large pothole. The roads in winter were dreadful but Lady Ravensdale had no choice but to travel at this time of year. At least she still had her coach and coachman. The thought of traveling on the public stage coach did not bear thinking about. The death of Lord Ravensdale a few months earlier had come as a dreadful shock to his young wife but she had hardly been inconsolable with grief. Their relationship had been strained for some time and she could now look forward to inheriting a sizeable fortune. As a wealthy widow who was still young she could have her pick of eligible men and looked forward to her new life of independence and wealth. The interest which Lord Ravensdale had shown in his new bride on their wedding night did not last long. For the first few weeks of their marriage he had visited her bed every night. On each occasion the routine had been the same he had kissed and caressed her for a few minutes until she was aroused and had then entered her. After a two or three minutes of frantic thrusting he would ejaculate and collapse on top of her panting and then would bid her goodnight. Annabelle felt a growing yearning for something more which could not be satisfied by these brief couplings. In fact her coitus with her husband seemed to only enflame passions in her which she had barely felt as a young virgin. Lord Ravensdale continued to visit her bed but more infrequently. He seemed concerned that his new wife had not yet produced the son and heir that he hoped for and he seemed to continue to couple with her as much in the hope of making her pregnant as from any real desire for carnal pleasure. On each occasion Annabelle would try to enjoy the experience and on occasions his short lived thrustings did arouse sensations of desire and excitement in her but each time this flame was ignited the experience would come to an end before she could find any fulfillment in it. As time went on Lord Ravensdale seemed to grow less and less interested in his young wife. He spent more and more time away from Ravensdale Hall in London with his own friends. The balls and parties at the great house became less frequent and Annabelle became more and more isolated and frustrated. One summer about five years after the couple's marriage, to Annabelle's surprise her husband announced that he would be inviting a few friends down for the week. The servants busied themselves for days and Annabelle excitedly supervised the preparations, glad after so long to be enjoying the society of others despite her doubts about some of her husband's London friends. On the appointed day a clutch of fashionable London society descended on Ravensdale Hall in their carriages. Elegant gentlemen in beautiful silk suits and powdered wigs attended by almost equally well appointed valets were accompanied by gorgeous ladies in even more elaborate wigs and dresses in the latest Paris fashions. One particular gentleman, Lord Kempston particularly caught the eye of Lady Ravensdale. He was a handsome young man with mischievous blue eyes and a devilish grin who immediately captivated her with his wit and charm. How unlike her own husband who had long given up using the charm he had displayed in courting her. That evening the dozen or so guests sat down to an elaborate meal. Annabelle drank little but noticed that all of the gentlemen and many of the ladies imbibed most freely. After dinner Lord Ravensdale insisted that everyone should play cards Annabel indulged in a little whist with a few of the ladies but was shocked that her husband appeared to be gambling large amounts with another group of guests including an older lady who had been introduced to her as Mrs Warwick. Annabelle was sure Mrs Warwick was flirting with her husband, she had been fluttering her eyes at him and touching his hand all night and she was even more annoyed that her husband was repaying her attentions but as yet she could find no evidence that they were more than flirting. After everyone had been seated in the salon for an hour or so drinking and gaming Annabelle excused herself and walked out onto the terrace to take some air. It was a beautiful summer evening and the last glow of redness was disappearing from the horizon on the far side of the park. Suddenly Annabelle was aware that another figure had stepped out onto the terrace beside her. It was Lord Kempston. "It has been a beautiful day wouldn't you say?" he said casually. "Oh yes indeed my lord," replied Annabelle. "And yet all the splendours of nature cannot compare with the beauty which has captivated my senses this evening," he went on. "I am sure I don't understand what you mean sir," she replied. "Your husband does not appreciate you my lady," said Kempston. "Do you think not?" said Annabelle guardedly. "Why he has eyes only for that trollop Lady Warwick," her replied. "They do indeed seem fixed upon one another," said Annabelle. "So my lady, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." "How mean you sir?" "Why my lady, if his lordship is intent on pleasure elsewhere then I would suggest that you do likewise. I stand here your yearning supplicant. You have only to give me a sign and I am yours," said Lord Kempston entreatingly. "My lord, I have no evidence that my husband is being unfaithful, he merely flirts a little with the lady. Besides I am an honourable married lady and could never countenance such a suggestion. Now I must bid you goodnight." With that Lady Ravensdale swept back into the house to cover her embarrassment. The rest of the evening passed slowly for Annabelle as she sought to avoid Lord Kempston while keeping her husband and Mrs Warwick under covert surveillance. It was only when the last guests had retired that she was finally able to go to her own bed. Lord Ravensdale did not visit her that night and she lay awake for some time thinking on Lord Kempston's words. It gave her a small thrill to think that another man found her desirable, not that she would ever consider acting upon this impulse. The next day Lord Ravensdale had organised a variety of activities for his guests. One party had elected to go riding, some of the gentlemen had chosen to fish and Lord Ravensdale himself agreed to organise a boating party on the lake. Lady Ravensdale had hoped to accompany her husband and the boating party in order to keep an eye on him as Mrs Warwick was among this group. However, her husband suggested that it would be wrong for both host and hostess to join the same group. As Annabelle was a poor horsewoman she agreed to accompany the gentlemen on the fishing trip. By the time she discovered that Lord Kempston was also one of the fishing party it was too late for her to raise any further objections. The three gentlemen and Lady Ravensdale made their way to the lake accompanied by servants carrying their fishing tackle. Lord Kempston insisted on showing Annabelle how to bait the hook and cast, though she was even more averse to angling than to riding. After some time the members of the boating party appeared in two boats on the lake and rowed past the fishermen waving. Annabelle was surprised that her husband was not in either of the boats, nor it seemed was Mrs Warwick. "Your husband and the delectable Mrs Warwick appear to have dropped out of the boating party," observed Lord Kempston. "Surely they cannot both have fallen into the lake at the same time." "No I think that is unlikely," agreed Annabelle. "Perhaps we should seek them out merely to ensure that all is well with them," suggested Kempston. "Well I am sure there is a perfectly good explanation.. er, perhaps there was not room enough in the boats for them," said Annabelle hesitantly. She longed to find out what her husband was doing with Mrs Warwick but did not wish to admit her fears to Lord Kempston. "Come we will wander along to the boathouse, they are probably waiting for the others there," said Kempston and with that he seized Annabelle's arm and strolled towards the boathouse about a quarter of a mile distant. As they neared the boathouse Kempston placed a finger to his mouth signaling Annabelle to silence. He tiptoed up towards one of the windows and peered through then beckoned Annabel to join him. The windows were dusty but through the dirt Annabelle could dimly discern the interior of the boathouse. To her dismay her husband was seated in a moored boat and beside him was Mrs Warwick. Suddenly to her horror Lord Ravensdale embraced Mrs Warwick and kissed her full on her lips. She watched open mouthed as the adulterous pair writhed in passion on the aft seat of the boat. Annabelle gasped at what happened next because she now witnessed her husband's hand creeping under Mrs Warwick's skirt. Annabelle opened her mouth to cry out but suddenly Lord Kempston clamped his hand firmly across it to silence her. Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman: Alternative Ending Author's note: The following is an alternative ending to my story 'Lady Ravensdale and the highwayman'. It is recommended that you read it first before proceeding. It was five years later and Annabelle was enjoying a soiree at her London apartment. She stepped out onto the terrace to enjoy the cool night air and suddenly her thought went back to that night at Newgate prison which had been a turning point in her life. The day after her visit to Newgate Annabelle had risen late. She had made her way home with difficulty through the darkened streets only managing to hire a carriage to take her home after wandering the streets for some time. Her sister had questioned her closely about her evening out and she had had to think up endless excuses for her late return and her bedraggled clothes spattered with the muck of the London streets. Later that afternoon her brother Henry arrived home full of excitement. "That was a deuced fine hanging I must say," he announced. "I have to say that fellow Ackroyd made a damned fine speech before they turned him off. He said he repented any wickedness he had committed and especially any cruelties he had perpetrated on the fair sex. Finally he asked to be remembered to one special lady. The crowd cheered and pleaded to know who she might be but before he could say more the hangman drove the cart away and the damned fellow was left kicking his heels." At this Annabelle burst into tears and rushed from the room. She was in shock. She knew Ackroyd must die and in many ways he deserved to do so but after the previous night she felt there was a special bond between them which now must be severed for ever. It was only the next day that Annabelle remembered the key which Ackroyd had given her. She made an excuse to her sister and set off for the Strand. She quickly found Ackroyd's bank and entered, asking to see the manager. "I understand that a friend of mine has a safe deposit with you," she said. "He has given me the key and authorised me to collect some of the contents." "Of course Madam," the manager replied. I will arrange for a clerk to see to it immediately." A few moments later a clerk scurried in to the room staggering under the weight of a large steel box which he placed on the table in front of her and then bowed and left the room. Annabelle fitted the key into the lock and raised the lid. The first thing she noticed was a large leather bag. She untied its cord and poured out a large quantity of gold coins onto the table. There must have been several hundred pounds worth of gold she estimated. Next she looked through a number of legal looking documents. One appeared to be the deeds to a house. There were also various bonds and share certificates. If these all belonged to Roger Ackroyd then he had indeed been a wealthy man. And what of his story that he was the impoverished son of a widow who had been forced into a life of crime? Finally she found a letter which read as follows: 'To whom it may concern If you are reading this letter then you must surely be the person to whom I have entrusted the key to my safe deposit and with it all my wordly goods. I have made no last will and testament save for this letter. It is my wish that the person to whom I entrust this letter should inherit all my money, goods and chattels. My attorneys Messrs Callard and Butt of Sackville Street, London will attest to this and make the necessary arrangements for the transfer of assets. Signed under the hand of Roger Ackroyd 23rd October 1720' The document was signed and witnessed by two witnesses. Suddenly the full import of this hit Annabelle. If Ackroyd had entrusted his safe deposit to her then she must be his legal heir. What was more, far form being a pauper he was clearly a man of some means which meant that all her financial worries were at an end. All this came back to Annabelle five years later. She had indeed inherited Ackroyd's fine London apartment, a considerable sum of money as well as investments which allowed her to live in modest comfort if not the style to which she had been accustomed as the chatelaine of Ravensdale Hall. Annabelle quickly used her talents to turn her house into one of the most popular salons in London. Poets, painters and musicians rubbed shoulders with lords, ladies and self made men. In fact Lady Ravensdale was soon the toast of London society and much admired by the opposite sex. As Annabelle stood on the terrace enjoying the cool evening air one her latest beau the Duke of Midshire sauntered up behind her. "The others appear not to have missed us, my lady. Mr Saunders is entertaining them with his latest epic poem. I believe we have a few moments to take a turn in the garden before our absence is missed." The Duke led her down the path to the garden and into the area known as the Wilderness. They were well concealed from the house by trees and shrubs. It was a balmy summer night and Annabelle enjoyed the coolness of the evening air playing upon her naked legs beneath her dress. The pair came to a bench but instead of sitting upon it the Duke motioned to Annabelle and she knelt on the seat of the bench facing its back. Annabelle quivered in anticipation knowing what was to come next. As always she found the combination of partaking in a wicked and forbidden act with the prospect that someone might come down the path and find them in flagrante delicto was simply too delicious and irresistible. The Duke unbuttoned his breeches and produced his prodigious pole already fully hardened and ready for action. He lifted Annabelle's skirt above her waist exposing her deliciously plump and rounded buttocks and pushed down across the back of the bench. Without further ado he moistened the engorged head of his rampant prick with a little saliva and thrust it against Annabelle's quivering arsehole. He knew there was no need for foreplay. A dribble of moisture from Annabelle's gushing cunt revealed her heightened state of arousal. With a firm thrust he lodged the head of his cock in her anus, cruelly stretching the puckered little hole. Annabelle gasped in mingled pain and pleasure. Before she could recover, the Duke began to penetrate her further, mercilessly taking his pleasure from her tight little shaft. Now the Duke began to bugger his partner in earnest. Annabelle grunted as her rectum was ravaged by the Duke's ever thrusting pole. How she loved this feeling of being used wantonly like some strumpet of the streets, her abused little opening obscenely dilated for her lovers pleasure. Later she would demand that he licked both her nether orifices and pleasured her more fully but for now all she desired was instant satisfaction after some days of separation. The Duke' fingers found her clit while he slipped his other hand into her décolletage and mounded her swelling breasts. Annabelle moaned in pleasure as her breasts, clit and anus were simultaneously stimulated by her lover. Soon she was quivering in ecstasy as she felt her climax mount towards orgasm. The Duke waited as she uttered a series of muffled screams her buttocks quivering in delight as her body was wracked with pleasure. Only then did he allow himself his own release. Slowly a wave nerve tingling pleasure rushed through his loins. His prick felt like a volcano as it erupted its larva and deposited his hot semen deep in Annabelle's ravaged rectum. A few minutes later Annabelle and the Duke slipped into the back of the salon and joined in the tumultuous applause for Mr Saunders' poem. Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman "Hush my lady! If you disturb them now you will never know the extent of your husband's infidelity," whispered Kempston removing his hand. "But this is monstrous," gasped Anabelle in shock. "Stay awhile and let us see what transpires," said Kempston. Finally Annabelle agreed and they crept back to the window. Lord Ravensdale and Mrs Warwick were still engaged in a passionate embrace. His tongue was probing deeply into that lady's mouth and his hand was now far up her skirt and appeared to be engaged in raising her threshold of pleasure. Suddenly Mrs Warwick pulled away from Lord Ravensdale and knelt before him. The two lovers could be seen in profile a few feet away and Annabelle and Lord Kempston had a clear view of what happened next. Mrs Warwick leaned forward and began to slowly unbutton Lord Ravendale's breeches. She reached within and suddenly his manhood sprang forth fully erect. Once again Annabelle gasped at this shocking display of lasciviousness. Mrs Warwick began to stroke her hand up and down Lord Ravensdale's erect member. Once again Annabelle wanted to cry out and protest at the crime she was witnessing but some strange fascination held her back. What would this woman and her husband do next? What did this woman, older and in her view less attractive, offer her husband which she could not provide? Lady Ravensdale was soon provided with a possible answer to this question. Mrs Warwick slowly bent her head and opening her mouth enveloped the tip of Lord Ravensdale's bulging cock between her lips. His lordship lay back on his seat clearly enjoying both the sensation and the view of this voluptuous middle aged woman taking his manhood between her lips. Annabelle looked at Lord Kempston who merely grinned. "My lord, what in heavens name are we going to do?" she entreated him. "Why, nothing my dear," he replied. "Let us simply enjoy the spectacle." Indeed while Annabelle was minded to burst into the boathouse and give her husband and his lover a piece of her mind, a part of her wanted to see what would unfold next. She had never thought it possible that woman might take a man's member in her mouth, the thought was too revolting and yet her husband clearly was enjoying it. No wonder he preferred the company of this vixen. Annabelle turned her attention back to the scene inside the boathouse. Mrs Warwick's head was now bobbing up and down on Lord Ravensdale's lap as she furiously sucked his throbbing pole. After a couple more minutes she clearly decided that she had produced a sufficient state of arousal in her lover. Mrs Warwick now stood up in the boat and hoisted up her skirts. Annabelle saw a shapely pair of legs covered by gartered stockings. Now to her surprise Mrs Warwick straddled Lord Warwick so that each of her knees rested on the cushioned bench on which Lord Ravensdale was sitting. She reached beneath her skirts. What was happening was not visible but is was clear that she had grasped his lordship's hardened rod and now was guiding it into her no doubt moist cavity. As Mrs Warwick sank down impaling herself on her lover's phallus, a look of ecstasy passed across her face. Annabelle was transfixed. Whenever she and Lord Ravensdale engaged in sexual relations she was always lying on her back with him on top of her. She had never thought that the woman might place herself atop the man. This indeed seemed a reversal of the natural order of things but how exciting it must be to control the speed and rhythm of the penetration. Mrs Warwick was indeed slowly and remorselessly penetrating herself upon Lord Ravensdale's erect cock. Beneath her skirts her hips could be seen rising and falling on his lap. Gradually the woman increased the speed of her downward thrusts until they appeared to reach a crescendo. Mrs Warwick threw back her head and uttered a small cry. At that Lord Ravensdale seized his lover by the hips and began to thrust upwards into her urgently until a few moments later he too emitted a cry which was audible to the two watchers outside the boathouse. Mrs Warwick then slumped down upon her partner resting her head upon his shoulder. "Quickly, let us away before we are discovered," whispered Lord Kempston. "But should we not confront my husband?" demanded Annabelle still confused but also secretly rather aroused by the scene she had just witnessed. "My dear, it would avail you nothing," said Lord Kempston. "Come with me and I will show you a far better means by which you may get your revenge." So Annabelle followed her new friend as he swiftly led her back to the lakeside and to their fishing tackle. Soon Lady Ravensdale and Lord Kempston were once more ensconced on their folding chairs casting their lines into the water. Within a few minutes to Annabelle's surprise her husband rowed past in the boat in which he had been committing his act of debauchery only a few moments earlier. Mrs Warwick sat serenely in the stern holding a parasol in such a way that no one would ever guess that she had just had her vagina mercilessly ravaged by the oarsman before her. Lady Ravensdale waved back to her husband and his lover without thinking before whispering to Lord Kempston, "Look at the pair of them pretending all innocence." "My lady you too must pretend innocence while in the meantime you may take your pleasure where you please," he replied "How mean you sir?" she asked. "My lady," entreated Kempston. "Do you not see one before you who is only too ready to transport you to that realm of pleasure to which we have just seen your husband and his lover travel?" "Do you mean what I think you do my lord?" said Annabelle still in shock. "I do indeed madam. Now come follow me and we shall travel to those transports of delight together." Annabelle now truly realised that Lord Kempston intended to seduce her. But why not? Her husband was enjoying the pleasures of Mrs Warwick and were she to confront him a scene would doubtless ensue. There was little she could do. But why should she not enjoy the same vicarious pleasures as her errant husband? Yes indeed she would acceded to Lord Kempston's suit. Kempston now led her away from the lake and into a small copse of trees nearby. The growth was dense but within was a mossy arbour where the ground was soft and dry. Kempston drew off his coat and threw it upon the ground, indicating to Annabelle that she should sit upon it. Annabelle settled herself upon Lord Kempston's richly embroidered velvet coat only after he had assured her that it was a worthless thing which might easily be replaced if it became soiled. Lord Kempston settled beside her and taking her chin in his hand kissed her lightly on the lips. "My lady, I have to say that your husband is not worthy of one of such beauty," he said. Had I a wife such as you I would not cast a second glance upon a woman such as Mrs Warwick." "Sir, I fear that I am little inexperienced in the ways of the world and truth to tell am a little bowled over by what I have just discovered," said Annabelle. "Madam, it will be my pleasure to educate you in some of the ways of the world. First let me kiss you properly." With that Lord Kempston gently embraced her and pressed his lips top hers. She met his with a passion that surprised even her and their tongues probed one another's mouths in ferocious excitement. After a few moments Annabelle broke free. "That thing which Lady Warwick did to my husband. I wish to do it to you," she said. "And which thing was that madam?" asked Kempston. "Why that most lewd act which she performed with her mouth." "Ah, you mean the act which the Italians call fellatio," said Kempston laughingly. "I care not what Italians call it I wish to feel it," she replied. Suddenly Annabelle was seized by an impulse which went against all her training as a good wife and reached out and began to unbutton Kempston's breeches. She reached inside and soon had his erect member lying in her hand. She was a little disappointed to note that his organ was of somewhat smaller dimensions that that of Lord Ravensdale but no matter. She began to gently rub the little protruberance and indeed it thickened and extended slightly under her ministrations. "Madam, you are indeed a most quick student," commented Kempston. "Now I would kiss your manhood in the manner of that whore Mrs Warwick," she said. "Then please do so," he said. Annabelle bent her head and closed her mouth around the tip of the erect organ. The bulbous purple tip passed into her mouth and she slowly slid her lips along the length of the shaft. Kempston groaned in pleasure. Slowly she slid her mouth up and down the hardening pole, enjoying the sensation of the soft yet firm male organ penetrating her warm wet mouth. "Oh my lady, I can see that you will take to this new skill with a natural ease," murmured Lord Kempston. Annabelle did not reply but continued to bob her head up and down upon his shaft. She thought that perhaps like Mrs Warwick she might bring his organ to the peak of hardness and then impale herself upon it. Lord Kempston was now moaning with pleasure and Annabelle waited for him to indicate that she should desist from her minstrations in order that they might move on to the next course of the banquet. Imagine Annbelle's horror when suddenly Lord Kempston's organ erupted in her mouth spurting his pungent seed into the back of her mouth. Annabelle had never before taken a cock in her mouth let alone tasted semen and she was shocked at the acrid taste as the slimy liquid dribbled down her throat. Spitting out some of creamy effusion she spluttered at Lord Kempston, "My lord I was somewhat unprepared for that." "Forgive me madam," replied Kempston, "for indeed the outpouring caught me unawares. It was my dearest wish to penetrate your sweet cunny and I fear it may be some time before I am in a condition to repeat the attempt." A mixture of politeness and embarrassment constrained Anabelle from commenting unfavourably on Lord Kempston's performance as a lover. Indeed before either of the pair were able to speak further they heard voices in the distance. Quickly the lovers rearranged their clothes and Lord Kempston picked up his coat brushed off a few dead leaves and put it on. Anabelle and Lord Kempston then sauntered forth from the copse only to immediately meet Mr Gilvray and Mrs Addison, two of Lord Ravensdale's other guests, sallying forth in the opposite direction. "A beautiful day for a walk in the woods," said Mr Gilvray cheerily. "It is indeed," said Lord Kempston. "We have just been admiring the wild flowers." "I never took you for a naturalist" replied Mrs Addison. "Ah Madam, I have many hidden talents which I am sure you will discover in time!" retorted Kempston. With that the two couples parted and Lord Kempston whispered to Annabelle, "I'll warrant that the intentions of that pair mimic our own." "What you mean Mr Gilvray and Mrs Addison are..." said Annabella unable to complete her sentence. "Well of course my dear lady, as are doubtless all those others here present," he replied. In her naivety it had not occurred to Anabelle that her husband had invited all his friends for a weekend of discreet licentiousness. Suddenly her eyes were opened and she was left in confusion. Chapter 3: In which Annabelle has a shocking encounter and a shocking discovery As the coach bumped and lurched on its way to London Annabelle mused on how foolish and ignorant she had been in the first few years of her marriage. It had slowly dawned upon her that her husband did not love her. He had only married her in order to beget an heir to his estates. Slowly it became apparent that she was not destined to fall with child and soon her husband lost all interest in her. He spent an increasing amount of time in London with his fast friends. She suspected he drank and gambled and she was certain that he had at least one mistress. The weekend of the house party was therefore a pleasant diversion although it became increasingly apparent that her husband's friends were interested only in drinking, gaming and fornication. Nevertheless the attentions of Lord Kempston were to be welcomed after so long a period of neglect by her husband, Annabelle felt beautiful and desirable again. Yet even this interlude was to come to an abrupt end. Annabelle cast her mind back to the events of that week. After her witnessing her husband's adultery and her frustrating encounter with Kempston in the woods Annabelle thought long and hard as to what to do next. She dared not confront her husband. She doubted that she could curb his behaviour and were she to speak to her family they would have little sympathy. Instead she decided to play Lord Ravensdale at his own game. She had a handsome suitor, why should she not also partake of those pleasures which she had only that morning witnessed her husband enjoying with Mrs Warwick? The remainder of that day passed uneventfully. Annabelle found it hard to sleep that night and fancied that she heard passing footsteps along the corridor outside her room. Were these the sounds of lovers attending trysts with those in neighbouring rooms. Annabelle dared not leave her room to find out. The following afternoon Annabelle contrived to find herself alone with Lord Kempston once more. She suggested that they might take a stroll across the park to a small Grecian temple atop a hill which her husband had recently had constructed, Lord Kempston readily assented to this and they strolled along the wide avenue leading to the pretty little edifice. "I believe we have some unfinished business, my lord," said Annabelle as they walked along arm in arm. "Indeed my lady it is my dearest wish to complete our transaction," replied Kempston. "One thing you must promise me sir," said Annabelle. "I believe that my husband and I are unable to conceive children and I am sure the fault lies in my husband. His first wife also produced no heirs. It is therefore imperative that I do not fall with child by another man." "Dearest lady fear not," We shall enjoy our congress together but I shall withdraw ere I spend my seed inside you, you may be assured of that." Soon they reached the top of the hill and entered the little temple. The little edifice was intended as a focal point for the long avenue leading to it and little thought had gone into the decoration of the interior but at the far end of the chamber stood a small stone altar. Kempston now led Annabelle towards this. Suddenly he seized her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Starved of affection she responded with enthusiasm. After a few minutes of this, Lord Kempston broke away from her. "I fear that to lay on this hard stone floor will offer little comfort to either of us," he said. "I have a better plan." With that Kempston turned Annabelle around so that she was facing the stone altar and gently pushed her forward until she was bent over it with her arms resting on its cool surface. Annabelle gasped as Kempston raised her skirts and arranged them across her back. Annabelle had deliberately left off her drawers that afternoon and her perfectly rounded white buttocks were exposed to the cool air in the temple. "My lady, if you will permit me I must say that you have the most exquisite posterior," said Kempston. "Pray allow me to taste the nectar of your most delicious flower." With that Kempston sank to his knees behind Annabelle and proceeded to plant tiny kisses all the way up her thighs and across her soft buttock cheeks. Annabelle gasped once more as his tongue suddenly darted into the valley between her thighs and began to explore her most intimate crevices. His tongue roved along her slit and soon found the throbbing bud at her entrance. His tongue gently circled her engorged clitoris and waves of pleasure washed through her. Now his tongue probed further inwards gently penetrating her already moist cunt, tasting the secretions which were starting to flow. Finally his tongue moved further backwards traveling the valley between her plump cheeks. Suddenly Kempston's tongue caressed the tiny aperture of her anus. Annabelle had never been touched their before and a thrill like an electric shock surged through her body. How could this be, she wondered, that the organ designed for evacuation could produce as powerful a sexual thrill as that designed for reproduction. She had no time to ponder this further as Kempston's tongue drove into the tiny orifice which reluctantly yielded to his invasion. Annabelle was shocked at herself but groaned with pleasure at this unexpectedly exquisite stimulation. Annabelle was just beginning to really enjoy herself when Kempston rose to his feet. Annabelle sensed him unbuttoning his breeches and soon felt the throbbing head of his organ poised at the entrance to her gushing vagina. "Madam, I crave leave to enter you, I can hold off no longer," whispered Kempston. "My lord I give you leave to enter with all my heart," gasped Annabelle. With that Kempston sank his engorged tool full length into Annabelle's sopping slit and began to thrust in and out of her vigorously. "Remember your promise sir, you must on no account spend inside me," cried Annabelle. "Upon my honour I shall not my dear," grunted Kempston continuing to thrust lustily into Annabelle's delicious cunt. Only a minute or so later Kempston cried out "My lady you must come for I can hold our no longer." Annabelle had no idea how to 'come' as Lord Kempston put it but once more implored him to withdraw before he should ejaculate inside her. "I can last no longer," Kempston groaned. "If I cannot have your cunt then I shall have your arse madam," Suddenly Annabelle felt his engorged prick withdraw from her cunt and to her dismay lodge itself at the entrance to her little anus. "No my lord the hole is too small," pleaded Annabelle. "You will surely injure me." Kempston said nothing but grasped her waist with both hands and began to thrust the swollen head of his cock against the tight little aperture of Annabelle's sphincter. The tiny orifice however, refused to yield to his assault and suddenly Kemston uttered a loud cry and Annabelle felt the eruption of his seed against her tightly closed anus and down the valley of her posterior. Kempston staggered backwards and began to fumble with his breeches which had fallen around his ankles. For a moment Annabelle was in shock but then she smoothed down her skirts and turned to face him. "My lord you have attempted a most despicable and unworthy act upon my person. Begone from my sight!" expostulated Annabelle. "But my lady you asked that I spent not in your cunny. I saw no harm in taking your arse instead. You are surely not telling me that no man before me has ever entered that delightful grotto" said Kempston insolently. "Of course not, only one of the most perverse nature could even dream of such a thing," she replied tartly. "In that case I beg your pardon and take your leave" said Kemston and fled from the temple Annabelle's mind was now a whirlwind of emotions. She could not deny how much she had enjoyed Kempston tonguing her not least when he had probed her anal cavity. Yet the idea of taking a man's organ up there was too unnatural and yet somehow thrilling. In the years after her encounter with Kempston Annabelle had not sought out other lovers. She became convinced that all men were as insensitive and inconsiderate as her husband and Lord Kempston. She tried instead to pleasure herself, spending solitary nights caressing herself in a vain attempt to find that pleasure which she craved. Like her encounters with the only two men she had known carnally this seemed only to enflame her desires without quenching their fires and soon Annabelle desisted from even this practice. Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman So it was that the years passed until that fateful day when Annabelle received the news of her husband's death. A few days later his body was returned to Ravensdale Hall and afterwards was laid to rest in the family vault. Following the funeral Lord Ravensdale's lawyer requested a meeting with her. "Your ladyship, I understand that at this moment nothing could exceed the sorrow of your recent parting from your beloved husband but it is my sad duty to impart possibly worse news to you," began the lawyer. Annabelle shed a little tear and replied hesitantly, "Pray go on sir." "Your ladyship it is my painful duty to inform you that you will inherit almost nothing from Lord Ravensdale following his sad demise," said the lawyer. "But am I not the sole beneficiary of his will?" asked Annabelle. "Indeed you are madam but of his fortune little remains. Sadly Ravensdale Hall and all his estates are almost fully mortgaged. Once they are sold any remaining money is likely to be eaten up by his lordship's other debts." "You mean my home is to be sold from under me. Shall I have nothing?" groaned Annabelle in shock. Lord Ravensdale had indeed gambled away his entire fortune, at least what he had not spent on strong drink and women and then expired from a stroke brought on by a life of over-indulgence. Annabelle was forced to witness first the auction of the entire contents of his house and then of the house itself. The servants were dismissed and at the last only Annabelle herself remained living in one room. She was attended by Lord Ravensdale's faithful coachman George and his wife Mary who refused to leave and continued to serve their mistress without wages. The new owners had kindly allowed Annabelle a month to make arrangements for moving out of Ravensdale Hall but too soon the day arrived for her to leave and so she found herself bumping along in her husband's coach which her creditors had graciously allowed her to keep. Annabelle's mother and father had died a few years earlier and her only surviving relative, her sister had invited her to come and live with her in London as a lady's companion. Chapter 4: In which Annabelle finds herself in a tight situation It was starting to get dark. Normally Annabelle would have long since ordered her coachman to stop at an inn to rest for the night but with her limited funds she had no choice but to press on in the hope of reaching her sister's house that night. The coach was passing though a thick forest and Annabelle was still lost in her memories when suddenly there was a shout and the carriage and horses pulled up sharply. Next there was more shouting and then the door of the carriage was flung open. In the dim light cast by the lanterns on the coach Annabelle could see a tall figure in a black coat and a tricorn hat pointing a pistol straight between her eyes. "Good evening Madam. We are sorry to detain you," said the man in well bred tones. "Alas I must insist that you hand over to me any money, jewelry or other valuables in your possession. If you do so you may pass swiftly on your way but should you refuse it will be much the worse for you and your servants." Annabelle was trembling with fear, "I have nothing of value sir. Please do not harm me. I am recently widowed and I have lost everything to my late husband's creditors." "I am sorry for your loss madam but that is not my concern," the highwayman continued, "but a lady such as yourself riding in her own carriage must surely have something of value on her. Now hand it over and waste my time no longer." Annabelle once more attempted to remonstrate that she was almost penniless. She did not care to admit that she had managed to save some of her most valuable pieces of jewelry and these were hidden in a secret compartment under the seat of her carriage. Suddenly Annabelle's servants appeared at the side of the carriage. Behind Mary stood a boy who appeared to be around eighteen year of age. He held a dagger at Mary's throat and the old woman appeared terrified. George was also thrust forward. Looming behind him was an enormous man with a thick red beard. He brandished a pistol which was pointed at the back of poor George's head. "Very well Madam if you will not part willingly with your valuables we will need to offer some persuasion," said the man in the black cloak. "Angus make the old man kneel." The red bearded giant pushed George the coachman into a kneeling position on the ground in front of Annabelle. "You have five seconds to tell me where your valuables are concealed and then Angus here will blow your coachman's brains out in front of you." said the leader of the highwaymen. "Please I beg you have mercy," screamed Annabelle. "I am Lady Ravensdale. You have surely heard of my husband and his recent death. I swear he left me penniless. I must now perforce go to my sister's in London to throw myself upon her charity. I thought my miseries could get no worse until this befell me." "Ye gods, I do recall hearing something of your husband's demise," said the black cloaked man. "The fellow was an inveterate gambler, drinker and womanizer. I remember once hearing he placed a thousand guineas on a horse at Newmarket and lost the lot. He certainly did not deserve such a deliciously beautiful wife as you madam." "So you will let us pass upon our way sir?" asked Annabelle anxiously. "I regret we cannot do that madam," said the highwayman. "If you cannot pay us in coin of the realm you will have to make payment in kind." Annabelle was unsure what the man meant but did not like the sound of it. Suddenly George and Mary were bundled into the carriage with her and the leader of the highwaymen climbed in with them his pistol still trained on Annabelle's heart. One of the other two highwaymen must have taken the reins for the coach began to move and seemed to be turning off the main highway. The way became even more bumpy than the rutted turnpike they had been traveling on and Annabelle could only assume that they were being driven up some track deeper into the forest. After a few minutes the coach halted and the door was opened by the red bearded giant. He spoke for the first time in a broad Scots accent. "Out o' the coach wi' ye and nae nonsense." George stepped out first and helped Lady Ravensdale to the ground followed by Mary. Finally the leader of the highwaymen climbed down. The young lad produced some lengths of rope and began to tie George and Mary's wrists together behind their backs. For some reason he did not tie those of Annabelle. It was only now that Annabelle's eyes became used to the darkness of the forest and she could dimly make out a hut or cottage by the pale light of the moon filtering through the trees. It was towards this low building that the highwaymen led them. The young lad opened the door and lit a lamp. Annabelle and her two servants were led inside. By the light of the lamp Annabelle saw what appeared to be the interior of a mean woodcutter's hut. There was a bed, a table and a couple of chairs and the embers of a fire burning in the grate. While Annabelle was gazing at her new surroundings the Scots giant roughly pushed George and Mary through a doorway into an adjoining room. "Please sirs what are you doing to my servants. Do not harm them they have done no wrong. Release them and do as you will with me," pleaded Annabelle. "Oh have no fear, we will certainly do as we will with you my beautiful lady," said the highwaymen's leader. "As for your servants, if you cooperate no harm will befall them." The Scotsman now returned from the other room where he had presumably secured George and Mary so now Annabelle was alone with the three highwaymen. "Now Madam, this is John," said the leader pointing at the young lad. "The fine fellow has just attained his eighteenth year and sad to say the lad has yet to have his first taste of a woman. Would you not agree Madam that having knowledge of a woman should form an essential part of every young man's education." "Of that I cannot say," said Annabelle not liking to sound of this speech. "Had you offered us some jewels or a few guineas we might have taken young John to a whorehouse for his first experience. However, seeing as you have nothing else to offer I think it will needs be your delightful body which will have to serve to advance the young man's education." "Oh I pray your sirs, please spare me this. I am a virtuous widow." pleaded Annabelle. "On your knees madam and pull your skirts up to your waist," ordered the leader. "No please," pleaded Annabelle one more time before she was seized by the leader and the Scotsman and forced to her knees. As they did so the big Scotsman grasped the hem of her dress and petticoat and pulled it up above her knees. Soon Annabelle found herself on all fours in the middle of the floor with only her drawers and stockings to protect the lower half of the body from the lascivious gaze of these three desperate men. "Go on lad. Pull down her drawers and get on with it. As this is your first time you may have the honour of going first," said the leader. The young lad stared goggle eyed at the beautiful woman prostrate before him seemingly unsure what to do. Coming to his senses he moved to stand behind her and knelt down. Gently he unlaced her drawers and slid them down to her knees exposing the plump white orbs of her perfect buttocks. Tentatively he slid his hands across the smooth white skin and then stroked the delicate blonde curls of her pubis. Annabelle quivered as his fingers found the tender slit between her thighs and gently caressed it. Annabelle knew that she was about to be violated, probably by all three men. All her previous experiences of intercourse with men had been to a large degree unsatisfactory so she reasoned it could only be worse to be taken by force. Yet she could not understand the excited anticipation which she now felt as this young boy prepared to penetrate her. "Is she wet lad?" asked the Scotsman. "Ye cannae poke a dry lassie, If she be nae wet gie her a wee lick wi' yer tongue and she'll moisten up nicely." At that Annabelle felt the boy's finger probe further into her cunt which while moist with anticipation was by not means wet. "I think she feels dry Angus, shall I lick her?" "Aye, get your tongue well into her slit and gie her a braw good licking." It felt strange to Annabelle to hear these men talking about her over her head but the thought of a man's tongue going up her most intimate place both repulsed her and excited her in equal measure. Suddenly she felt the boy's moist tongue flicking along the length of her pudenda. Although somewhat clumsy, she could not help but be aroused by the stimulation of this most sensitive part of her body. Soon his tongue began to probe inward and separating her lips pushed inward into the salty depths of her cunt. Annabelle attempted to suppress any sign of pleasure but could not restrain herself from moaning as he did this. The lad continued to lick her nether lips and thrust his tongue deep into her vagina for a few more minutes so that she was soon gushing with juices. Suddenly the boy moved away and she could sense him unbuttoning himself behind her. So this was it, she was about to be ravished. Annabelle trembled in anticipation. Soon she felt the boy trying to poke his cock inside her. Although quite hard and erect it did not feel very large and this impression was confirmed when he at last penetrated her. When her husband had made love to her his organ had filled her and its head would touch her cervix when he fully penetrated her. The lad's poor specimen hardly seemed to touch the sides and barely reached to three quarters of the depth of her cunt. Nevertheless Anabelle gasped as he sunk his little organ fully into her now well lubricated pussy and began to thrust vigorously into her. To her surprise Annabelle became more and more aroused by this and was just starting to derive some enjoyment from the experience when the lad uttered a cry and she felt his hot seed spurting into her cunt. "Och a wee bit swift there for the lady," commented the Scotsman. "Never mind wee lassie, we'll show ye what a real man can do." Angus immediately cast off his coat and began unbuttoning his breeches. The leader of the highwaymen simply sat on a chair in the corner wrapped in his big black coat with a look a wry amusement on his face. To Annabelle's horror the Scotsman pulled open his breeches and pulled out the most enormous penis she had ever seen. Admittedly she had little experience of these matters having only ever viewed those of her husband and Lord Kempston at close quarters. She was sure this monster must be considerably larger the the average, she estimated it must have been a good twelve inches long with a corresponding girth. The monstrous organ was surmounted by a swelling purple head which glistened in the lamplight. "Och aye it hard enoo ma hinny but I'd maun ye gie a wee suck on it afore I put it in ya," said Angus. Annabelle had absolutely no idea what the man was talking about but his meaning became obvious when he knelt before her and pushed his throbbing organ towards her ruby lips. Annabelle's only experience of fellatio had been with Lord Kempston and while she had enjoyed sucking upon his cock she had been repulsed by the acrid sticky liquid jetting into the back of her throat. She hoped the Scotsman would not force her to swallow his seed in the same way. However, a more immediate problem presented itself in that the Scotsman's cock was much larger than that of Lord Kempston and Annabelle realised that she would struggle to accommodate half of it in her little mouth. Before she could protest, however, he had thrust the tip of it past her resisting lips and she found herself sucking upon the bulbous purple head of his over-sized manhood. Lest Annabelle fail to take her duties seriously Angus grasped her hair and pushed her head up and down upon his throbbing pole. The giant organ was worked deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust until it was hitting the back of her throat. Annabelle was sure she would be asphyxiated as she could hardly breathe so much of her mouth was filled by the enormous thrusting cock. Just when she thought she could take no more the giant pulled away form her. Surely he could no be sated so soon, thought Annabelle. The villain would surely wish to spray his seed against her tonsils. Suddenly Annabelle realised with horror that he intended to penetrate her in another way. The gargantuan was kneeling behind her and positioning his huge piston at the entrance of her cunt. He spread her lips and attempted to push his distended organ inwards. At first he could make no headway Annabelle's tight sheath refused to accommodate his dilated pole despite its lubrication by the boy's seminal emission. But slowly the Hibernian giant eased the mushroom head of his penis into the tightly stretched pink aperture. Anabelle gasped as her tight cunt was distended more than she had ever known. She was not in real pain, no more than slight discomfort and, though she hardly dared admit it to herself, she was becoming slightly aroused at the prospect of being ravished by this huge hairy Scotsman. Inch by inch Angus eased his massive tool into the aristocrat's moist cunny. She gasped in astonishment as the tip finally reached her cervix, knowing that she had only been able to accommodate about two-thirds of the monster's length. Now the giant slowly eased his piston backwards within her shaft and gently thrust forward to completely fill her fleshy cavity once more. Annabelle grunted slightly as she felt herself hugely distended again by his invading organ. She felt this to be a terrible violation but at the same time could not stem the rising tide of excitement in her loins. None of the couplings with her husband or the inept fumblings of Lord Kempston had offered the level of excitement which she now felt at the prospect of being ravished in turn by these three desperate men. Annabelle had no more time to muse upon these matters because Angus had started to ravage her vagina in earnest. The slow gentle thrusts had been replaced by rapid firm strokes, the highlander was now ploughing her cunt in earnest. And Annabelle was responding; her cunt was dripping not only with the residue of semen from her fucking by the boy but also from the emission of her own juices brought on my the rising tide of excitement in her own nether regions. She was just starting to realise that she was actually enjoying being ravished and wishing for the Scotsman to bring her to the peak of pleasure when he uttered a loud cry as his organ erupted inside her. Unlike the dribble of seed which the boy had deposited in her, Angus's climax was truly volcanic and Annabelle felt a huge spurt of hot liquid explode inside her followed by further waves of seminal emissions. To her amazement the Scotsman continued to pump her mercilessly for a couple of minutes, ejaculating what seemed like gallons of come before he withdrew and collapsed on the floor. Annabelle herself was bathed in sweat, her blonde curls plastered against her face and she too collapsed on the floor of the hut exhausted by the battering her little cunny has just received. For a few minutes no one in the little room spoke. Annabelle remained curled on the floor in a state of shock and exhaustion. Angus buttoned his breeches and retreated to recover his coat. The boy sat in a chair his mouth agape clearly also shocked at what he had just witnessed. Only the leader of the group remained impassive still swathed in his black cloak with his tricorn pulled down over his eyes. Suddenly he rose up and cast off his cloak and hat. Annabelle looked up at his face clearly for the first time. He was handsome rogue with a devilish smile. He also had the look of a gentleman wearing a fine suit of clothes, expensive stockings and shoes and a wig in the latest fashion. Annabelle wondered why a man such as this should resort to rape and highway robbery. She also could not deny a certain attraction. The highwaymen's leader had an air of authority as well as distinctively chiselled features which marked him out as one for the ladies. Anabelle wondered whether he too would avail himself of the pleasure of her now dripping and rather sore cunt. Part of her hoped that he would for he was by far and away the most attractive of the trio and she wondered how he would compare with the other two. "Madam, I must ask you to resume your position upon your knees for we have not completed our usage of your person," said the leader commandingly. Anabelle shifted herself from the floor and assumed the required position on her hands and knees. She mentally prepared herself to be penetrated by the leader's organ, reasoning that it could not possibly be as large as the Scotsman's huge pole and that in comparison it would be easy to accommodate it. What came next surprised Annabelle. Instead of immediately ravishing her, the man in black knelt behind her and began to gently stroke her sex with his fingers. His movements were not clumsy like those of the boy but practiced and expert. He seemed to know exactly how to touch a woman and give her pleasure. He slowly stroked the bruised lips of her pussy and then began to fondle the engorged bud of her clitoris. Annabelle had attempted to fondle her own clit on many occasions but had never managed to bring herself to a climax. The highwayman by contrast seem to be able to tease her little organ in a way that brought waves of pleasure to her that she had never known before. This could not be happening reasoned Annabelle; no man had ever managed to rouse her fully and even her own rubbings had never produced any real sexual satisfaction. Yet here she was a prisoner in some dark forest of a bunch of villains and their leader was giving her more sexual pleasure than she had known in her life. The man in black now began to push a finger into her cunt; he seemed to know exactly which spot to massage to produce exquisite waves of pleasure. What came next completely surprised and shocked Annabelle. The highwayman leant forward and with his other hand spread the cheeks of her buttocks. Before she could react his tongue had gently traced a path down the crack between them and then lingered on the puckered aperture of her anus. Annabelle could not believe that a man could find her little organ of elimination in any way attractive still less wish to touch it with his tongue. However, the highwayman was now circling the tiny wrinkled brown circle with the tip of his tongue. Annabelle felt she was partaking of something utterly forbidden but also intensely exciting. Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman The man continued to fondle the inside of her cunt and moved to and fro to massage her clitoris all the while circling inwards on her anal aperture until it slowly yielded to the piercing of his tongue. Gently he penetrated the forbidden orifice. Annabelle's breathing was coming quick and fast, adrenaline was pumping around her body, she had never felt more vibrant. The man continued to gently rub her clit producing the most exquisite tingling sensations in her loins. His other hand moved to insert two fingers into her dripping pussy coating them liberally with the mixture of female juices and male spunk which were still dripping from her slit. Now his fingers moved upwards, one finger was now circling her anus, this time coating the star-shaped opening with lubricating slime. Annabelle began to intimate what might be coming next and flinched slightly as the man's index finger probed her most intimate opening. The tight little ring of her sphincter yielded to his probings and he inserted first the tip and gradually all of the finger spreading more lubricant juice around the interior of her rectum. Slowly her tight anus relaxed and allowed the man to move his finger within the little aperture. After a few minutes the first finger was followed by a second, coating her with more juices and distending the puckered opening still further. Annabelle knew now with some certainty that the man was preparing to sodomise her. She remembered how Lord Kempston had unsuccessfully tried to penetrate her anally. She had heard whisperings of the doings of 'nancy boys' and 'buggeradoes' and accepted that perhaps some men might indulge in such unnatural forms of pleasure but she could not believe that a gentleman would wish to avail himself of lady's backdoor when she could offer a front entrance expressly designed for the purpose. Besides she was sure that a gentleman's organ could not fit into a lady's delicate little bottom. After all Lord Kempston's attempt to penetrate her in this way had ended in failure. Such thoughts were, however, soon pushed from Annabelle's mind as the highwayman continued to stimulate her engorged clit all the while probing further and further into her anal cavity with his fingers. Annabelle knew that she did not want this to stop. What the man was doing to her was utterly wrong; he had no right to use her body in such a vile way but somehow she now craved the pleasure that he offered. His nimble fingers were producing exquisite waves of ecstasy such as she had never before experienced with a man. What had she been missing out on all her life? Suddenly the highwayman withdrew his finger from her rectum and shifted his position. He knelt behind her and Annabelle felt something much larger than a finger probing the cleft between her buttocks. It became readily apparent to Annabelle that what she had feared was about to come to pass, she was about to be buggered. She felt the head of the man's organ probing obscenely at the tightly puckered opening of her anus. It felt so much larger than his delicate fingers to which her sphincter had so recently yielded. Surely so large an organ could not pass through such a narrow aperture. Now the man applied more pressure and Annabelle could feel the crinkled skin around the tiny brown hole stretch as the crimson head of his manhood began to inexorably invade her. At first it seemed the assailant would not penetrate her postern gate. Annabelle clenched her muscles in fear and repelled the assault. "Madam, do not be afraid," said the highwayman. "I have no wish to cause you pain. I can see that you have never received a gentleman in this manner before. I can assure you that do you but relax a little you may have the opportunity of a new pleasure to which you have been so far unaccustomed." At first Annabelle was shocked. How could this fellow who was about to ravish her virgin anus speak of 'a new pleasure'. However, on further consideration Lady Ravensdale realised that the prospect of losing her anal virginity was more than a little exciting. She also realised that the whole act was likely to be more pleasurable if she acceded to the man's demands rather than putting up further resistance. Annabelle tried hard to relax her sphincter muscles and nervous as she was her tight little ring yielded slightly to the pressure of the highwayman's manhood. Suddenly the engorged purple head of his manhood had slid past the constricted aperture and lodged in her rectum. To Annabelle's surprise the man did not push forward his advantage. Instead he murmured in her ear. "That will be very tight my lady. Pray take a moment to adjust yourself before we proceed." Indeed Anabelle's little anal sphincter had never before been so cruelly distended as by the invasion of this monstrous organ. She felt stretched yet also intensely excited; for the first time in her life she had a man's organ in her back passage. It felt so wanton. After a few moments she began to become accustomed to the feeling of fullness in her rear and even yearned for her ravisher to penetrate her further. The highwayman perhaps sensed her willingness to proceed and began to thrust himself forward but with infinite gentleness for a would-be ravisher. He merely moved the tip of his cock to and for within Lady Ravensdale's tight rectum. Even these tiny thrusts were painful at first but Annabelle also felt an exquisite thrill as her forbidden orifice was probed by the swelling organ of this stranger. Fortunately the highwayman had lubricated her little cavity well and although it was a tight fit his organ was able to slide its way forward bit by bit. Annabelle had expected the man to brutally thrust himself into her and to then mercilessly ravish her anally but he appeared to have enough patience to take his time. Once or twice she gasped in pain as his manhood invaded her bowels deeper and deeper. However, at the same time the delicious and wicked sense of being taken and filled by a man's meat excited Annabelle beyond measure. This man exuded such strength and power and a degree of control which Annabelle had never experienced before, despite the fact that her husband had been a member of Britain's ruling class. By degrees the highwayman inched his cock into her rectum until at last his considerable rod was fully embedded in Annabelle's stinging rectum, Annabelle could even feel the hairy sac of his balls stroking against the cheeks of her buttocks. Now he pulled back and began to deliver longer strokes into Annabelle's reddened anus. His thrusts were slow and measured. The man was in control he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. The other two highwaymen stared open mouthed as they watched this English lady totally at the mercy of their leader. However, Annabelle and the highwayman were in their own private world oblivious of the stares of the two men and intent only on their own pleasure. Suddenly the highwayman reached forward and his fingers brushed Annabelle's clitoris. She gasped as a shock of pleasure ran from the engorged little organ through her loins. Once again the man found her clit and began to gentle stroke it as he continued his long slow thrusts into her rear entry. The pleasure for Annabelle was exquisite. The pain and discomfort of her sore and stretched anus faded into the background as her twin sources of pleasure brought her to increasing heights. Soon she was moaning in delight as the caresses on her clitoris raised her nearer and nearer to climax. The highwayman now began to thrust more quickly and firmly into Annabelle. All restraint and gentleness were abandoned and at last Annabelle felt that she was being truly anally ravished. However, she was past caring. Anabelle at last realised that she could only find true pleasure in completely debauching herself. She had left behind the genteel aristocratic lady and knew that after this day she would in some way be a different person. However, of all this Annabelle was only dimly aware for at the centre of her consciousness were the rising waves of pleasure radiating outward from her clitoris and her anus. Her cries were no longer muffled, she could no longer restrain herself and now openly begged the highwayman. "Oh please take me, make me yours," she cried. "What is it you wish me to do my lady?" grunted the highwaymen still thrusting the full length of his cock up Annabelle's arsehole. "Take me, ravish me!" screamed Annabelle. "Say it my lady. Tell me you want me to fuck your arse," insisted the man. "Very well, please fuck my arse," retorted Annabelle. "With pleasure ma'am," replied the highwayman. Once more her ravisher plunged his weapon into her now reddened and gaping arsehole. He plundered her open rectum with renewed force and feverishly rubbed her clit. Annabelle had never been fucked with such passion and force. However, she had also never experienced the sensations which were now running through her body. She knew that some women climaxed when making love and now realised that this was what she was experiencing herself. Higher and higher she rose on a wave of pleasure until she could hardly bear it then suddenly pure ecstasy exploded in her whole body, Fireworks went off in her head. How was it possible that she had gone all these years and had never achieved such rapture. The highwayman was also approaching his own climax realising that Annabelle was in the throes of an intense orgasm he left off his clitoral stimulation and concentrated on taking his own pleasure. While the lady's arse had opened up nicely it was still sufficiently tight to exercise a firm grip on his throbbing member. Each time the head passed the tight muscle of her sphincter it was tightly rubbed achieving a throb of pleasure. Truly this exquisite sensation could only be achieved when sodomising a woman. The highwayman repeatedly stabbed his weapon into the close sheath of Annabelle's rectum. He too felt intense waves of pleasure as his come built in his balls. Soon he knew his orgasm was imminent. The beautiful woman beneath him, naked from the waist down, was still writhing in pleasure and he delighted to watch his own engorged member repeatedly plunging into the crevice between her deliciously plump and rounded arse cheeks sinking to its hilt into her tautly stretched rear entrance. What a delight to anally debauch such a beautiful and aristocratic lady and to see her actually enjoying the act. These thoughts combined with the delightful sensations running through his cock meant that the highwayman could hold back no longer, with a rush his seed erupted from his balls and gushed from the tip of his throbbing pole filling Lady Ravensdale's bowels with sticky cream. Wave after wave of semen gushed forth as he continued to thrust deeply into her until he had squeezed the last drop of pleasure from the act. For a moment the two figures remained still. The highwayman still crouched over the lady kneeling on all fours his softening manhood still embedded in her anus. The Scotsman and the boy continued to watch the scene in silence. After a moment the highwayman stood up and pulled up his breeches. Gallantly he offered Annabelle his hand and helped her to stand. He smoothed out her clothes, helped her into a chair and ordered the boy to bring her a glass of wine that she might refresh herself. As for Annabelle she was in a state of shock but coming to her senses realised what had just happened. The boy thrust a beaker of wine into her hand and she drank it gratefully. Annabelle suddenly realised that her servants were next door and focused her mind on their welfare. She seized the hand of the highwaymen's leader. "Sir, now you have had your way with me please let me and my servants go," she said. "I swear to you that if you release us unharmed I will say nothing of tonight's events to the authorities.." "You swear this to me on all that is holy to you madam?" asked the highwayman. "Oh indeed I do," gasped Annabelle. "Very well but know this. Should you break this oath I shall hunt you down and kill you," replied the highwayman. Moreover, the world shall know that Lady Ravensdale is a strumpet and a whore who begged for more when she was sodomised by highway robbers." At that moment George and Mary were bundled back into the room by the two other robbers. Mary fell at her mistress's feet. "Oh Madam, what have these villains done to you. I swear I will kill them myself if they have harmed a hair on your head." "Fear not, dear Mary," said Lady Ravensdale reassuringly. These gentlemen have done me no harm. It has but taken me a little time to convince them that we have nothing worth stealing. They have promised to release us on my oath that we speak nothing of what has passed here today. You and George must also so swear." At that George and Mary promised with some reluctance to remain silent about the night's events. Soon they were bundled back into the coach and driven back to the road through the darkness of the forest. Once on the main turnpike the robbers vanished having melted away into the darkness of the forest. After more hours of driving through the darkness Annabelle and her two servants at last reached the outskirts of London and found their way to her sister's house. It was late at night but her sister Caroline and her husband Henry had waited up for them, having expected their arrival hours earlier. After some supper Caroline showed Annabelle to her room and she was at last able to rest after a long and arduous day. Chapter 5: Annabelle encounters the highwayman again Of the events on the road Annabelle did not speak to her sister and brother. This was partly because of her oath to the highwayman and partly out of a secret sense of shame at what had happened to her and more importantly the extent to which it had given her pleasure. In the weeks that followed Annabelle settled into her new life. After the large house and open space of her husband's northern estate Annabelle found the London townhouse small and restricted. To even take a walk she had to navigate muddy and smelly streets to reach any green open spaces. More importantly she was no longer the lady of the house and in charge of her own affairs but reduced to the status of a female companion to her sister. Annabelle found solace in a new secret life. In her bed at night and in private moments she reflected on the events in the hut in the forest. The way in which the leader of the highwayman had forced her to commit that most lewd and depraved of all sexual acts appalled her but never failed to arouse excitement in her. Annabelle would lie in her bed and remember each moment of that encounter. When she had tried to arouse herself to climax in the past she had failed but now she secretly rubbed herself between in legs beneath the sheets while fantasising about being anally penetrated, this never failed to bring her to a quivering orgasm. Soon Annabelle added a new variation to her nightly activities. She had a silver hairbrush with a long handle, Annabelle soon adapted this as a dildo inserting it at first into her vagina as she caressed her own clit. Soon she plucked up the courage to insert the hairbrush handle into her anus, assisted by the lubrication of some of her cold cream. The thrill of committing such a forbidden act aroused Annabelle intensely and each night she would dream of being sodomised as she brought herself to a pinnacle of exquisite pleasure. After some months Annabelle had settled into her new life. She found her new station demeaning and she though her sister's life tedious. She seemed to occupy herself with playing cards and drinking tea with her lady friends who Annabelle found empty headed and frivolous. Caroline's husband Henry was even more insupportable. He was arrogant and boorish and appeared to have the lowest opinion of women and clearly resented Annabelle's presence in the household. One day Henry came home and was sitting in the parlour smoking his noxious pipe and telling Caroline of his activities that day. "I heard in the coffee house that that infernal rogue and highway robber Captain Ackroyd has been captured at last," said Henry. "Apparently his two accomplices were taken along with him. Hanging is too good for these villains, they should bring back drawing and quartering like the old days." "But wasn't that only used on traitors?" said Annabelle who had a good knowledge of English history. "And what you know about it madam?" said Henry in his usual oafish manner. At that Annabelle held her tongue but pondered on whether it could be a coincidence that three highway robbers had just been captured and she too had been attacked by three highwaymen. Annabelle had almost forgotten about this incident when some weeks later Henry made another announcement. "Remember those highwaymen I mentioned some time ago, well it appears they are all to hang and good riddance too. My good friend Jeffrey Jones has rented a balcony overlooking Tyburn and has invited me along, so I think I shall go along next week and watch the buggers swing." "That will be nice for you dear," said Caroline in her dutiful way. "You mean you will go along and take pleasure in the torment of your fellow human beings?" burst out Annabelle before she could restrain herself. "We would all be murdered in our beds and our homes ransacked if the threat of the rope were not there to deter these villains," growled Henry. Annabelle realised that further argument was useless and relapsed into silence. Once again Annabelle pondered on the identity of the condemned men mentioned by Henry. Could they really be the same gang who had attacked her? If so part of her was pleased that they should be punished. However, another part of her realised that the events of that night had unleashed a secret passion in her which might never have come to the surface but for their actions. Annabelle was even more surprised when the next day the footman brought her a letter. She broke open the seal and examined the contents. The letter was headed Newgate Prison, 28th November 1720. My dear Lady Ravensdale I must crave your pardon for intruding once more upon your life. It was I who with my confederates detained you on your journey down the Great North Road some months ago. I now stand convicted of my crimes and I must pay for them with my life within the week. I crave your indulgence to a man about to die and ask of you but the boon of a visit to me in prison. Before I die I would like to acquaint you a little with my history that you may better come to an understanding of my actions. I may have deluded myself but I felt that in our brief acquaintance I formed some kind of bond with yourself. If you to have any kind of sensibility of this I now pray that you meet me this last time. I remain your most humble and obedient servant. Richard Ackroyd (Capt.) Annabelle remained staring at the letter immobile for some minutes. She re-read it several times to be sure her eyes had not deceived her. But no, the meaning was quite plain, the man who had ravished her now wanted her to visit him in prison before he was hanged. The impudence of the fellow! How dare he intrude once more into her life now she had pushed the whole unpleasant incident to the back of her mind. All these thoughts rushed through Annabelle's mind but no sooner had she considered the matter from this angle than she was forced to reconsider. Had she really banished the incident from her thoughts? If so why did she fantasise night after night about being sodomised? Why was she now able to bring herself to climax each night as she pleasured herself with fingers and hairbrush handle? No, this man had unlocked some kind of door in her. He had unleashed a potential which she had previously been unable to access and perhaps for that she was in some way in his debt. Lady Ravensdale and the Highwayman No sooner had Annabelle come to this way of thinking than another thought occurred to her. Suppose she were to agree to Captain Ackroyd's request. How could she explain the fact that she was going to visit a convicted felon in Newgate with whom nobody but her servants knew she had any connection? Annabelle thought long and hard and then came up with a plan. She would invent an invitation from an old friend which would allow her to leave the house for the evening and go to Newgate to see this man. A dangerous felon such as he must surely be chained up and kept under guard. She would speak to him for a few minutes and satisfy her curiosity and then return. Annabelle knew that executions took place at Tyburn on Fridays. If Ackroyd were to die that week then she had only three days to carry out her plan. Later that day Annabelle spoke to her sister. "I have been invited to dinner by an old friend of mine, Lady Kelmarsh on Thursday. I am sure you can manage without me for one evening dear Caroline." "Oh, you have never spoken of her before," replied Caroline. "This is somewhat unexpected." "Oh well, it is sometimes good to catch up with old friends," said Annabelle ambiguously. At last Thursday came. Annabelle had no idea whether she would even be admitted to the prison or allowed to see the prisoner. Were visitors allowed to see prisoners the night before they were hanged? She had no idea but this was her last chance to complete any unfinished business with her ravisher. Annabelle was conveyed to the prison in a sedan chair carried by two burly chairmen. It would have been far too dangerous for a lady to walk the streets alone after dark, besides which Annabelle had really no idea of how to reach Newgate from her sister's house. After half an hour of being bumped about in the sedan chair and occasionally set down so the two sweating bearers could rest the door opened and one of her conveyors handed her out onto the street. "Newgate ma'am, though I am not sure what a lady such yourself would want to be doing in such as place at this time of night." "That is none of your business my man," said Annabelle assuming her most haughty aristocratic tone. "Beggin' your pardon ma'am. That'll be two shillings." Annabelle knew that this was probably several times the usual fare but to avoid an argument handed over two silver coins and dismissed the chairmen. The dark walls of the prison reared up before her dimly lit by a couple of flickering lamps which illuminated the entrance gateway. She had no idea how to gain entry but coming closer noticed a small doorway in the great iron studded gateway. Hanging next to the doorway was a chain which presumably worked a bell. She tugged at the chain and heard a distant tinkling sound. For what seemed like an age there was silence and then at last she heard locks being unlocked and bolts being drawn back. Eventually the door opened and out of the darkness peered a scruffy man with a grey beard and a battered tricorn hat. "Well milady, what brings you to Newgate at this time of night?" croaked the man. "Er, I am here to visit one of your prisoners, a Captain Ackroyd," said Annabelle. "Oh yeah, him what is to be hung in the mornin'," sid the fellow. "Ye're a bit late ain't yer. Visiting time's long over." "Please, if there is any way that I might see him for a few minutes," said Annabelle flashing her most beguiling smile at the man and proffering another of her few remaining shillings to him. The gatekeeper seized the silver coin from her and said, "I'll see what I can do milady, wait here." Annabelle was left in the darkness of the prison yard for some minutes before the man returned bearing a lantern. "Yer in luck. Ackroyd's 'oused in the governor's 'ouse and the governor says seein' as it's 'is last night on earth 'e may 'ave what visitors 'e pleases. If yer'll follow me ma'am." Annabelle followed the man across the dark courtyard to the governor's house which stood to one side of the entrance. He led her into the hall and up some stairs. At the top he knocked on a stout oak door. The door was opened by what Annabelle took to be a warder, another greasy and dirty looking man. He motioned her through the door which he locked behind her and then led her to another door which he opened. "Captain Ackroyd, there is a lady 'ere to see yer," the warder announced. Annabelle saw the man who had ravished her stand up from the chair on which he had been sitting and look at her in surprise. "Lady Ravensdale, how good of you to come and visit the condemned man," he said graciously. "Do come in. And I would be grateful if you could ensure that we are not disturbed, Mr Crouch." "Very good, sir," said the warder more in the manner of a servant than a gaoler. Annabelle entered a large and surprisingly well appointed room which looked to her little as she had imagined a condemned cell. "I see you are comfortably housed for one in your situation," she commented. "Yes, I am indeed fortunate," replied Ackroyd. "An old friend of mine was kind enough to provide the necessary funds to allow me to be accommodated in the governor's own house. Otherwise you would find me in a stone cell with the other wretches in this accursed place." "Captain Ackroyd, I am at a loss to know why you sought this interview with me one of your doubtless many victims on the eve of the day you are to pay for your crimes," said Annabelle. "Lady Ravensdale, you are indeed most generous to admit to a condemned man's final request. I wished the privilege of seeing you one last time because I sensed that there was some connection between us. I also hoped to have the opportunity to acquaint you with something of my history. This is in no way an attempt to expiate my crimes but I hope a means by which you may come to undertand how I, once a gentleman and officer of worth, found myself resorting to the desperate ends which led to us becoming acquainted under such unfortunate circumstances." "I am listening, pray continue," prompted Annabelle. "I was born the only child of loving parents in the year 1689. My father was a successful merchant in trade with the Indies. Sadly when I was only five years old he took ill with a fever and died. My mother tried to manage the business herself but was swindled by my father's old partner. We lost almost everything. What little wealth was left from the business allowed my mother to just make ends meet and to pay for my education. With the last of her savings my mother managed to purchase a commission for me in Colonel Hope's Regiment of Dragoons. An old friend of my father's Lieutenant-Colonel James was second in command of the regiment and he arranged for me to be commissioned." "From the start I loved the life of a soldier. However, for some reason my commanding officer Colonel Hope took an instant dislike to me. I saw younger officers promoted above me and became vexed at again and again being overlooked. Nevertheless, I served my King and country to the best of my ability and was even mentioned in dispatches for my part in an action in putting down the late rebellion by those treacherous Jacobites. Following this my patron Lieutenant-Colonel James petitioned the Colonel that I should be promoted to Captain and he at last grudgingly conceded." "Following the defeat of the rebels and the flight of the Pretender to the Continent we were at peace. The regiment returned to barracks and I chafed to see some action. One day I was summoned to the Colonels' house. He told me he had a special assignment for me. I thought at first I might be being dispatched to some corner of the world where I might seek fame and glory in the service of my country. I was therefore bitterly disappointed when the Colonel announced his orders. I was to proceed to Gloucestershire to the home of the Colonel's mother. I was then to escort the Colonel's mother together with his wife who had been staying with her back to regimental headquarters. The Colonel would brook no protests from me that this was a task for a junior ensign. He insisted that I was the bravest and most decorated officer in his service so I should have the honour of undertaking this assignment. Inside I knew that Colonel Hope was insulting me by asking an experienced officer to undertake what was not even an official regimental duty." "I knew that I had no option but to carry out my orders so I had my batman pack a few things and saddle my horse and I set out for Gloucestershire. Two days later I arrived at the house of Mrs Hope senior. This lady was temperamentally like her son, proud of demeanour and gruff towards her social inferiors. The same could not be said of the Colonel's wife. She was many years younger than him and possessed a charm and vivacity which instantly attracted me. Throughout dinner that evening the younger Mrs Hope conversed with me in the most lively manner and I have to say even flirted with me. There had been rumours amongst the officers that the Colonels' young wife had an eye for some of the younger officers but until then I had not heeded them and had little contact with her. Now I found myself captivated by her charms and wondered how such a vivacious young woman could have found herself married to a grim martinet such as Colonel Hope." "The next day the two ladies set out in a carriage with myself accompanying them as their escort. Sending an armed escort was perhaps a wise precaution by the Colonel as you know to from your own experience, Lady Ravensdale, the roads these days are infested by dangerous and desperate men! After some hours of traveling we found ourselves on the outskirts of a small town and Mrs Hope senior ordered the coachman to pull into the local inn. I arranged for our horses to be stabled and procured two rooms for the ladies and myself for the night. The innkeeper offered us the use of the parlour to dine that night and I spent another pleasant evening in the company of the younger Mrs Hope all the while observed by her glowering mother. After we had eaten Mrs Hope senior announced that they would retire to their room and we would make an early start the next day. The two ladies bade me goodnight but as she was passing my seat the younger Mrs Hope let a small ball of paper fall on the table in front to me. I quickly pocketed the item and bade the ladies goodnight in turn." "No sooner had the door closed behind them than I eagerly unfolded the scrap of paper. Inside I read, 'I shall come to your room tonight. If you wish for the same as I, leave your door unlocked. CH.' The meaning was plain enough. But how would Charlotte (for that was the lady's name) ensure that her mother did not discover her absence. I knew that they had agreed to share a double bed and surely the old lady would be alerted if she left the room. I went to my own room and waited in suspense as time ticked by." "It was gone midnight when at last I heard a timid knock on my door. I hastened to open it and admitted Charlotte. In the candlelight she looked a vision, her long dark hair was brushed out and hung around her shoulders. Her large dark eyes glittered reflecting the candle flames. She wore only her nightdress which revealed her deliciously plunging décolletage. 'Fear not, I have administered a sleeping draught to the old lady in her bedtime drink. She will not awaken until morning,' said Charlotte. 'Your door is unlocked so I must assume that your desires coincide with mine.' 'And what desires might those be,' I asked. 'Why those of a woman whose needs must be fulfilled,' said Charlotte seductively. At this I required no further invitation but took the lady in my arms kissing her passionately on her full red lips. She reciprocated pushing her tongue between my lips and exploring my mouth with ardour. I lost no time and quickly pulled her nightdress over her head revealing her in her full beauty. She had a plump rounded body with delicious mounded breasts and curving hips. I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. I quickly divested myself of my own nightshirt and joined her on the bed." "At that time I had never married but I was well versed in matters of love having had a number of affairs with ladies both married and otherwise. Mrs Hope was not the first officer's wife who had taken a fancy to me. Indeed, as a young ensign it had been an older officer's wife who had taught me much of what I now know about the arts of love. Now I used all my knowledge and experience to pleasure the delicious young lady who had become the companion of my bed. With my hands, my lips and my tongue I caressed that dear lady in every part until she cried out for release. "'Oh Captain Ackroyd,'she cried. 'Enter me and give me release. But promise me one thing. You must not let loose your seed within me. Were I to fall with child it would be my undoing.' 'Madam, be assured I will exercise the utmost control. You may be certain that no drop of my seed will be planted in you.' With this assurance I entered her delightful declivity which was now gushing with moisture and proceeded to thrust into her with gusto. As her note suggested the lady clearly wished for the same as I did for she moaned and cried out with pleasure as I repeatedly sheathed my sabre to the hilt in her hot and wet little sheath. This did not last long for within a few minutes I had my Colonel's wife writhing in ecstasy as she climaxed beneath me. I knew that if I continued to plunge my weapon into that delightful little chasm I would do what I had sworn not to and empty my seed into her so I withdrew from my assault and rested my siege weapon." "When Charlotte had recovered herself a little I asked her whether she would do me the favour of granting me release with her hands. 'Of course Captain Ackroyd that would be my pleasure but perhaps there is a way in which I can repay you more fully for your skillful ministration to my needs.' 'Oh, and how might that be,' I asked insouciantly. 'Well captain, you have entered the main entrance but the lady of the house has instructed you not to unload your wares there. However, she would have no objection were you to proceed to the rear entrance and make your delivery there,' she replied flirtatiously. Her meaning was clear and this would not me the first time that a lady wishing to protect her virtue or safeguard herself had requested that I make use of that avenue to pleasure." "I soon had Charlotte on her hands and knees on the bed and proceeded to explore the delicious valley between her plump buttocks. My tongue roved up and down that luscious cleft, tasting the juices which were still dripping from her recently plundered slit but finally it was on her tiny wrinkled rosebud that my tongue centred, first circling it and then slowly exploring its tightly drawn centre. Once the tiny flower began to open under the ministrations of my tongue I moistened my fingers by dipping them into the juices of her flowing cunny and slowly inserted one finger tip into her tight rear entrance. Slowly her postern gate yielded to my insidious assault and I was able to insert a second digit. Now I positioned myself behind her and once more entered her front portal all the while gently easing my fingers into the rear entrance. Once my manhood was fully lubricated with her juices I applied the tip to her tender rosebud. The lady was certainly no virgin as far as the rear door was concerned for she easily relaxed her muscles allowing my pole to slip past her tight ring and lodge its head within. She moaned with pleasure as I pushed my pole further into her tight orifice. Soon she was sufficiently relaxed for me to thrust in and out in a quite vigorous fashion and within minutes I had once more brought the lady to a quivering climax. I could hold on no longer myself and with a few more firm thrusts I felt myself explode inside her tight fundament as I pumped my seed safely into her waiting bowels." "It was at that moment that the door to my room opened and to my horror there stood Charlotte's mother holding a candle aloft with a look of horror on her face. My weapon was still buried to the hilt in Charlotte's bum and I was crouched in flagrante delicto behind that luscious lady who was on all fours naked on my bed. My mind raced but there was simply no way I could explain away the position I found myself in. 'Charlotte, you will return to our room this instant,' ordered Mrs Hope and Charlotte fled from the room pausing only to seize her nightdress from the floor. 'As for you Captain Ackroyd there can be no excuse for this unspeakable behaviour. I shall report you to my son on our return and He will no doubt decide upon a suitable punishment for you.' With that she whirled out of the room slamming the door behind her." "I lay awake for hours wondering what punishment Colonel Hope would mete out to me. Would he challenge me to a duel? Perhaps he would have me flogged in front of the whole regiment. My army career was certainly over. What would become of me? And how had the old lady woken up. Had Charlotte failed to give her the drug or had she realised our plan? I was never to find out the answers to these questions. The next day the two ladies ate breakfast in their room. The older Mrs Hope completely ignored me as she climbed into her carriage. Charlotte looked at me tearfully and mouthed the word 'Sorry' as she climbed in after her. At that moment I toyed with the idea of pointing my horse in the opposite direction and fleeing the consequences of my actions. But then I thought better of it. Had I not led a small detachment of my dragoons into action against a much larger company of fierce Scotsmen back in 1715 and put them to flight capturing their artillery pieces in the process. I had faced my enemies with courage then and I would again now. So it was with a heavy heart that I urged my horse to follow Mrs Hope's carriage back to my regiment." "Within an hour of arriving back at regimental headquarters I was summoned to see the Colonel. He was incandescent with rage. For over an hour he marched up and down in front of me as I stood to attention screaming every kind of obscenity at me until finally he calmed down. 'Captain Ackroyd, he said. 'You are a bounder and a cad and you do not deserve any longer to hold a commission in this honoured regiment. If I could, I would have you court martialled, whipped and hung. However, that would only make public the private humiliation which you have heaped upon myself and my wife. I will therefore offer you an honourable way out which is your resignation from your commission. There is only one condition to this and that is that you never breathe a word of these events to another living soul. If you do, I swear I shall hunt you down like the dog that you are and kill you with my own hands. If you accept this you will leave her and go to your quarters, compose a letter of resignation and leave the barracks. I do not ever wish to see you again. I saluted and did as I was ordered." "I had nowhere to go. Two years earlier my poor mother had died tired out with trying to eke out her meagre savings. I had no other close relatives alive, all my friends were in the army and they would have nothing to do with me once rumours of the reasons for my resignation began to fly around the regiment. After a few months my own funds had run out. I had looked everywhere for honest employment but nobody would employ an ex soldier with no references who could not account for why he had resigned his commission." "One night I fell in with Angus in an ale house. Ironically he was an ex-Jacobite disillusioned with their cause and on the run from the law. Together we conceived a plan to rob a mail coach. Our first robbery was a great success. After we had carried out several such robberies we met up with young John. He was an orphan who had escaped from the workhouse where he was very ill treated. Angus and I became father figures and helped him to survive by his wits. To tell the truth you are the first lady that ever we ravished and for that I am truly sorry. And yet I sense that while your ravishment took place without your consent you were not an entirely unwilling partner, my lady."