Captain Hirst's Virgin Saint Bride

The elbow room was suddenly silent, all hinged upon the turn of a card. Lord Cashmire watched intently as I turned over my live on card. An Ace.

The colour drained from his face.

"But you were bluffing, the brass on your neck"he stammered.

"mettle my master,"I assured him,"Just face, you may well possess had a superior hand.

"My God Cashers, you've lost it all !"Bunty Buntingthorpe exclaimed.

I looked around as Mallinson acting as waiter, or Croupier as the frenchies have it, pushed the immense pile of chips and Cashmire's preeminence towards me. I was not particularly excited, I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson.

"Good God Cashers,"nobleman Althwaite chipped in,"You just bet your demesne and lost !"

"He cheated !"Cashmire protested,"His neck opening !"

"Hardly cheating old boy, '' Allthwaite laughed,"Ace up the sleeve that's cheating, not flabby cervix muscles."

"I demand the chance to win it back !"Cashmire blustered.

"Indeed, what did you wish to wager ?"I ventured.

"Your daughter, all five maybe ?"Bunty suggested.

"Yes, may daughter's pureness against the acres !"he insisted.

I concurred. He lost. Again. He fainted. I bade my friends unspoiled bye and retired to my lodgings.

Bunty roused me side by side day. He insisted I went to Cashmire car park forthwith to claim my prize.

I concurred. We arrived at twelve noon. Lord Cashmire greeted us."So which one will you choose ?"

He took us to the withdrawing room.

"I am afraid in improver to losing my estate in a secret plan of Poker hold up evening I also wagered my daughters honour,"He explained,"I did not particularize which daughter so Captain Hirst has come to choose."

"Ah, My Lord,"We came to discuss the affair,"I explained.

"So choose,"he ordered waving his arm at a panoply of daughters.

"I am spoken for,"said the eldest,"As am I"said another. One by one they cast their eyes down. The youngest held my stare."I am not of age !"she said firmly.

"Your name ?"I asked.

"Amelia !"she replied.

"And shall you be of age three years hence when I return from India ?"I asked.

"Of track,"she snapped her eyes blazing.

"Then I shall choose you my love,"I averred,"We shall wed on my counter and fill your honour, until then I shall intrust the management of my estate to your capable hands."

"You shall never take my honour !"she railed.

I bade them farewell. Three long time hence they would take forgotten me.

We embarked for Republic of India the day after the next, and I did not come back for three long and bloody years.

Our engagement pall regiment landed at Pompey three years and eight calendar month to the day after departing. I had much to do. Our officer corp decimated by the savages of the Khyber pass and the malarious infections and illnesses which abound in that god forsaken land.

I went as headwaiter and returned as substantive Colonel, surely to reelect to the social status of Major when the war office became cognizant of my field promotion.

It was Bunty who reminded me of Almighty Cashmire and the estate. Bunty at my side throughout the campaign, a true friend.

We went to Cashmire parking area a few days after landing. Bunty professed a liking for Cashmire's mo youngest so we went in high spirits.

Maker Cashmire met us. Bent and blear eyed. He was completely befuddled. Lady Cashmire had to speak for him.

"I should apologise for my husband Captain,"she said levelly,"But I shall not for he is a broken man."

"I am sorry to take heed that,"I replied.

"Are you, it is entirely your fault !"she snapped.

"Look, My ma'am, I came to dissolve the matter, I never sought to take your estates."I explained,"Just teach the lesson of the evil of gambling."

"fountainhead tell that to Amelia. She is ruined and My married man is a broken man, give Captain."she protested.

"So where shall I get Ameila ?"I enquired.

"Somewhere you shall never find her,"she told us bluntly."As soon as she knew you were home she determined that you should never take her honour."

"But where, a Monastery ? '' I queried

"No Captain, sadly not,"his Lordship said sadly,"She now resides in a bawdry planetary house near Portsmouth Dockyard."

"What, what are your saying ?"I demanded.

"She would not submit to you,"Her Ladyship replied,"She intended to do away with herself but she decided not to as she wanted to see you suffer."

I sat down without being asked,"good god, I never meant, I mean, perhaps I would deliver wooed her but I would never throw taken, you know, forced.."

"wellspring you should get told her that !"Lady Cashmire insisted.

It was awful,"Where will I obtain her ?"I asked

"The Agamemnon, near the waterfront,"noble Cashmire informed me,"She says she likes it very much."

I felt sick.

We made our escape. We returned to Portsmouth to assay Amelia. We knew of the Agamemnon, it was infamous, it was named after a 64 gun Man o War to attract sailors.

We found it easily. A large rather shabby building near the naval dockyard William Henry Gates and despite the hour, not yet 5 of the clock was already filled with drunken crewman and base whores.

We went in,"Shouldn't go in there sir,"the porter insisted,"Ain't no respect for officers in there sirs."

"I thank you but I have business with a Lady !"I insisted.

"Ain't no Ladies in here sirs, only Oars."he said,"But don't let me stand between thee and thee pleasure."

We entered the shadow. sailors sat on benches quenching their thirstiness with watery beer instead of their common lime juice and grog. Ladies if such terminus could be applied to base womanhood, raised their dame for a few coins to bear witness their bared loins and let the men paw at their private parts.

A bawdy kiss on the lips, a quiet Christian Bible and a golden sailor would whisk off a skirt away up the stairs to some private place of some such. Sometimes a grouping of Panama would ingest a giggling bird up the stairs with them.

A wench looked up from her fellow,"Oh look, an Officer !"she laughed,"And what do you desire sir ! Poke a wench up the ass like thee does thee batman I'll stake !"

"Insolent skirt, I would no more poke a batman than put my member in a Python mouth,"I averred,"I seek Amelia !"

"Oh god,"she said."Oh my Lord, You're that Captain aint you ?"she gasped,"She said you was evil and ugly like a freak and a donkey, but you ent, are you ?"

"You know her ?"I demanded, She nodded."Then lease me to her !"I demanded.

"flavor she went up not ten minutes since,"she said,"With some sailors."

"Take me to her I say,"I demanded. she demurred. I gave her a silver coin, she gave it back.

"I'll appearance you where, '' she ordered,"Follow me, just give me tuppence for my trouble."

I did as she said. I followed her up the stairs, past times rooms where the auditory sensation of Passion of Christ resonated and reverberated through the ill fitttng door, along nasty stained corridors of creaking floorboards and up again to smaller meaner rooms.

Our guide opened a doorway. The small cramped room was filled with sailors. The ceiling sloped down along one slope where the room was set against the roof. An Iron bedframe took much of the space and a young girl with blonde tomentum lay on the filthy stained mattress. Her short once white dust coat was up around her waist and down around her waist revealing her mounds upon which two sailor were sucking while a third had his extremity firmly embedded in the girls entrails, and endeavouring to pull it even further in.

I was shocked that Amelia could come to this.

"Oops sorry, wrong one !"our template simpered.

The next room was standardised. The roof again sloped down, an branding iron bed with sully mattress near filled what had been a retainer's room and Panama hat near filled the surplusage outer space. This time the skirt was kneeling over the bed with just one Panama serving her with his member rammed firmly up her backside.

"Ohh, Sorry,"our wench said awkwardly,"Must be the next one."

It was not, we moved on until finally a room access opened.

I stood in utter disbelief. The room was the same as the others but the skirt was not abed. She was between two sailors. Her legs and arms wrapped around one lucky chap upon whose member she was clearly impaled while his shipmate standing behind her clearly had his member forced deep into her prat. She was laughing. Her teeth dazzling gabardine, her golden hair swirling, her hammock were crushed against the sailor's chest as apart from her stockings she was completely naked.

She looked at me,"Hello Saint John the Apostle, are you next ?"she asked.

My human knee buckled,"No, Yes,"I blustered.

"Then wait outside if you please, I have gentlemen to pleasure, and they have me to please !"She grasped the sailor Thomas More firmly and thrust against him even more forcefully, forcing him ever deeper,"Give it to me,"she husked,"You know you want to."

Her eyes widened as the leghorn reached the period of release and as he did so she contrived to kiss him full moon on the lips yet somehow she still managed to stare at me.

I stood in the threshold transfixed."I expect they will exchange ends next,"my chick said,"Shall I suckle your member to puddle you nice and buckram ready for when she's detached ?"

"Ah, no I thank you,"I said sincerely for my sap was already fully risen.

"Ohhh, I see you are a big boy aren't you,"she giggled,"You'll burst your breeches if you don't get ease soon !"

"I can't understand,"I confessed. My wench closed the room access. There was a minor wooden bench. We sat together.

"See there's womanhood and there's women,"she explained,"Some likes a good seeing to and some don't, some make-believe to care a skillful sightedness to but don't and some make-believe not and grows bitter when they don't get enough."

"What are you blabbering about ?"I demanded.

"Well Amelia's like me, I can't get enough and nor can she,"the skirt said,"I just care all me gentleman was gentlemen,"she added philosophically.

We waited patiently. One of the bar men appeared, he opened Amelia's door."clock time's up you're wanted down stairs in routine four for a special,"he announced.

Amelia had pulled a gown around herself when she emerged,"You'll have to wait, why not come and keep an eye on, you might like it,"she explained.

I followed her, the chick came as well,"I better look after you,"she said helpfully,"You might need some relief !"

Amelia disappeared through a door,"Can't go in there, come with me to the spy hole,"my bird suggested.

I did as she said, A room access led to a pin down darkened corridor with small spy fix discreetly cut into the walls."It usually costs twopence,"she added.

The room was bare. The floor oil cloth which was freshly cleaned. Seven or eight men waited there. Amelia entered. She wore one of her old dresses. she looked every column inch a lady except the segmentation was so low her boob were completely bare and the front was cut away to bear witness her slot and mound.

"Who's first ?"she asked.

She chose. She slipped off his knock, lowered his breeches and started to suckle his appendage, another loosened his breeches and she grasped it with her left deal then a third loosened his and she grasped him with her right hand.

Then the other men dropped their knee pants also, not only dropped but dropped to the flooring and kicked off. Amelia changed gentlemen. Suckling and caressing dissimilar men till all their members were rock gruelling and then with them all clustered around she tipped them over the bound, their seed splashing her face, her eyes, her attire everywhere. Even her belly from where she scooped it up and forced it up her slot. I felt her stare boring into me.

The men dressed, wiped themselves upon her dress and left the room.

"Did you like that John ?"Amelia asked as she stared at my spy hollow."Did Josie relieve you while you watched ?"

"No,"I replied, my voice breaking.

"Then come in and let me relieve you,"she offered.

"I just want to talk."I explained.

"I know, and you find it so much easier when you have six inches of strong cock up inside me,"she said knowingly,"You men are all alike."

My doll Josie helped me to slide out of the narrow corridor and lay down my way to where Amelia waited.

She smiled, she slipped off her gown and stood before me posing provocatively,"Get your appendage out then,"she ordered,"Or do you require to foul your breeches ?"

"I want to verbalize,"I said feebly.

I stood there uselessly. My wench unbuttoned my breeches. My member already stiffened strained at her touch.

Amelia laughed at me."Oh my lord, is that all you have."

The doll responded,"Its a prissy dick,"she said as she stroked me.

"I didn't mean for this to happen,"I said earnestly,"I meant to woo you and if you did not respond I would."

"You didn't think beyond my falling madly in making love with you did you ?"Amelia challenged.

"I hoped,"I replied.

"wellspring I decided you should not hold my honour,"she laughed,"So I sneaked away and arranged for Madame to sell my honour to the highest bidder."

"She liked it, she liked it a lot, '' My wench added.

"I like it,"Amelia admitted,"I love the tactile property of a solid appendage pressing and pulsating and the delight it affords the gentleman."She lay back and spread her wooden leg spacious before opening the lips to her womb to afford me a view right into her innards,"And I know just how dire you are to stick your penis mystifying inside me, but, King John,"she said."You may not, I forbid it !"and she laughed.

My wench gently stroked my member. He was already weeping some lubricant. Amelia raised herself up and cupped her chest forming a channel.

"How would you care to put your thingy up between my boobies and take cream all over me ? '' she taunted.

My bird squeezed my chunk. My fellow member erupted. My love cream splattered over Amelia's leg. My bird wiped it onto her finger and in number she wiped her digit inside Amelia's parts.

"Hey !"Amelia protested unconvincingly, but the deed was done.

I felt deflated.

"I wanted to woo you,"I repeated,"I never thought."

"Liar you wanted to ravish me,"Amelia said,"You wanted a shy retiring virgin so she would never live how inadequate your member is."

"Oh think as you damned well like,"I muttered,"You are a Qaeda tart, and it's all my fault."Something damp fell onto my bare leg. I realised I was crying.

The wench held me near,"Its all compensate sir,"she said,"Amelia is a whore sir, you could never possess made her happy with your meek manhood."

"But had she remained chaste she would never have known,"I blustered.

"And had you not behaved so abysmally I would never have known,"Amelia said,"Never eve have known the boot of making a gentleman shed his seed before he even mounts me, or have two penis inside me at one time, or have one man after another queue to climb me."

I sobbed.

"Are you a Gentleman who wishes to be humiliated ?"Amelia asked,"Who likes the cat o nine shadower across his bare ass ? Some do. They pay very well. Do you lie with I could do you a peculiar rate, tie you to the bed and pass on you to famish while the rats eat your toes and."

"enough !"I protested. I gathered my things together and dressed, my mind shut to the continued ramblings.

"You should have come as soon as you docked,"Amelia insisted."Before I saw my vocation."

"I will throw your entire family in the gutter,"I snapped.

"Oh good, send my youthful sis to me,"Amelia suggested, whether in gag or sincerity I knew not,"But not the older ones for they are far too ugly to draw in a man, broadcast them to the workhouse with female parent and father."

"I thank you for your strait advice,"I replied.

"And don't give the staff references,"Amelia added,"If I am a whore there is no reason in the worldly concern they should consume a superior station."

"Then I bid you in effect day,"I insisted, and checking my attire was correctly adjusted I took my leave.

"She will come round,"the wench said hopefully.

"She is ruined,"I answered, I proffered a gold coin,"I thank you for your forgivingness,"I said.

"I am always here if you need me,"she said sadly."Goodbye."

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