Author 's note : This is a write up, and the generator is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although feat have been made to ensure some degree of pragmatism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journey

"MORE ALE, bird, More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the candle in the centre of attention to glint. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shout for More, laughing, stamping their feet on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitcherful of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far side of the room.
Although they were getting a bit hooligan that was nada unexpected - many crewman visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley English were the perfect shelter for all sizing of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seamen each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good sense of humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to answer them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadal wage of two shillings was paltry. bakshish from loaded customer could sometimes add respective farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to search down the vale formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the only point of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her snipe tum, and pushed up her knocker, giving her close to the name she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal Lady from British capital which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Madonna wished that one day she might visit British capital, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a belittled Devon Town. Perhaps she might even go to a dramaturgy to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At twenty, Madonna was as old as the century itself. Her father, a royal Navy bos'n, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a clash with a vessel of the Spanish Navy, and her female parent had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of angel Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical oeuvre and abrasive treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in low temperature water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the next Church of Saint Saviour 's in Holy Order to clean house and brush up the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the inside and seeing to the rood-tree concealment within came back to her mind.

Madonna was slightly less unfortunate person than some of the other children as an talent, a legacy of her father 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other baby who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

drubbing with a marijuana cigarette or belt were not uncommon, for fille as well as boys, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her capacity for hard transplant and an aptitude for school lessons, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the schoolroom, learning her numbers pool by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

The Virgin was shaken from her castle in Spain as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their lecture was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

"Har har har, lovely pair of jugs !"said one, chuckling heartily.

"Arr, I do keep thinking of peaches for some understanding !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Mary's tooshie through the pleats of her chick as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing upright"Unhand me, sir, you cad !"she admonished, although she giggled coquettishly as she did so, well used to men pawing or groping at her.
The sailors all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's wages for a untried barmaid, and she well knew that mass of flirting would gain her Sir Thomas More besides.

Most of the other customer had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sat night, the local anaesthetic only too aware that sottish Jack were best avoided, and although these were private merchant ship rather than Royal Navy sailor they could still cause worry later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his posture behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to bear on an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's coquetry but he knew that it was good for business, and usually prevented drunken tar from causing price in the bar.

Blessed Virgin had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the proficient girls he had employed in his scotch of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd Angel. As Blessed Virgin returned to the bar he heard the men shout once more.

"Landlord ! Landlord !"they cried. One spoke up above the others.

"Some Marc, Landlord, some Marc !"he hollered.

Joe took a key from the sack of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the back of the bar, and removed a bottleful of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquid into four chalk he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the board and set the glass before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another field glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. The Virgin took it to the board and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to toast it herself.

She glanced at Joe, who gave a silent nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to expend even more money on expensive spirits in order to pay them away then that was mulct with him.

Blessed Virgin lowered her side, cocked her headway to one side of meat and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with secure liquor, sire ?"she asked, although the lean line of a grin on her facial expression belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more than, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a jeune fille such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er deal potent swallow, eh ?"challenging her to eat up the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the chicken feed she took a rich breath and raised the glass to her lips, tipping the liquid into her mouth and gulped it down in one.

Uproar followed from the four men, sunshine and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their arse like tether dancing bears.

"Ha ha ! She swallows well !"one spluttered, to a peal of laughter."mixologist, five more if you will !"

Joe brought over the feeding bottle and refilled the glasses, giving Mary a disapproving scowl. Mary winked at him. He rolled his eyes once more, but gave Virgin Mary a subtle answering jiffy.

"farewell the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this youthful maid sit and take drink with us as a reward for her severe lying-in this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to drag up a wooden ass and join them. Blushing slightly, The Virgin obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many minute on her feet whilst she worked, the voiceless wooden skid making her foundation aching, despite the bobfloat insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"principal and white tie for who doth pay ?"the caller nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a extract of golden doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened all-inclusive at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."twirl the coin, good lady."said one, and Virgin Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the tabular array. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, favourable guinea fowl worth twenty-one Somalian shilling each.

Her coin bore the image of the world-beater, and the men removed their men, revealing that three of them also had question. These men screamed with laugh, jeering their familiar who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim wakeful caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened spacious as he saw what the coins actually were.

"That should shroud us for the ale and brandy, doth it not ?"Said the man who had paid.

Each of the two coins were easily much more than the value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his header politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Virgin Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another cycle of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John Gary Cooper and William Schwenk Gilbert Alexander Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, James Cook and Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo haulier, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


The Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Robert Myles Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the same as that of the father she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another troll of feel, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign lands Mary found herself imagining travelling the macrocosm. A pipe-dream for a poor miss such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three enceinte brandies were beginning to build Mary slightly featherbrained. Her headland was resting on Robert 's shoulder as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with black pelt ?"

The troupe laughed uproariously at her naivete. Frank Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off demesne, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left hand in the turn of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

As the others roared with laughter Virgin Mary straightened up and gasped in mock surprise"Why sir, I 'm for sure I know not of what you speak !"

Wilson the cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the case !"he said.

Mary 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained housing with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged charwoman who lived alone in a large house following the Death of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the enigma of avoiding being with child. Her Christian Bible echoed still in Virgin Mary 's mind"A hebdomad from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two week hence, then the fourth workweek ye be good again."

Madonna had used this knowledge to peachy reward in the past. Once, after a brief affaire with a better-looking Danton True Young boater who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the food market townsfolk of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the lonesome time in her life Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed chamber had gained her several booster among the local anaesthetic menfolk, although many of the town 's womenfolk and clergy were less pleased.

At church on a Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her rachis suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Virgin Mary was unperturbed. After her punishing upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in society to get by in life, and maledict what anyone else thought.

right field now, she knew that it had been xxii days from the beginning of the curse, so safe was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this dark is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottleful were now empty, Henry Martyn Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Madonna to yield with them to"visit our fair vas for a time"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head at her, but gave a final exam conspiratorial blink of an eye before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the nighttime, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the construction, its Shirley Temple Black tarred oaken light beam breaking up the whitewashed country of wall. Virgin Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl fold around her shoulders. summertime was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolt slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no reverence though, for although seaman could be a raspy lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth eccentric, and she felt strangely secure clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to hit a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad footprint to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide-cut flagstone and John cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making respective salacious comments about Mary 's plenteous assets, several of them groping her rear on occasions, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, the five made their way towards the wharf of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's agency at the ingress of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a adult female was being smuggled surreptitiously on display board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd angel, the dock-master 's office was a tall Tudor building, its whitewashed walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an business office on the ground floor a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their bridge player on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vas of a secure thirty 1000 in length could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the Moon Mary read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the chieftain 's way in the stern of the ship.

The scent of the salt air filled Mary 's nostril as she walked along the quay.

Her ft stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccough. From behind her a phonation said"We 'll have to cure thee of those - close your oculus !"

Madonna did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of manus covered her center. She heard muttering then a phonation said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, carnival maiden"she suddenly gasped as a twain of hands grasped her breasts, and a couplet of lips covered her own. A glossa wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her closet close, the intemperately chunk of his humanity pressing against her paunch. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her fundament. He too had a strong lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden showtime Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The jolt was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had cypher to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a prison term, four would simply be four times the pleasure, and in the morning the men would sweep away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the township, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their bag and sweep up up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the rear of the primary deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the nub of the elbow room a wide pole protruded upwards from a hole in the pack of cards, as tall as a man. The behind of the way was dominated by a pile of close up canvass sheets.

In the gloom person lit an oil lamp, throwing a unusual yellowy glowing across the room. Henry M. Robert held a finger to his sass"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A little nervous now, The Virgin turned to face the four men. In the lightly she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever column inch of her soundbox, their full-blooded smiles only serving to heighten her sensation of anticipation.

The smell of caulking and pitch, assorted with the reek of travail and weewee seemed to emanate from the very plank of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly Cooper spoke"Well make out on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Blessed Virgin turned around, slipped off her brake shoe, the muffle Ellen Price Wood of the table sang-froid against her feet. She undid the holdfast to the side of the waist band of her doll, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare wing and seat. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

They gaped at her hairy mound, licking their lips in anticipation.

"Titties !"said Barbara Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Madonna crossed her munition and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung costless, prop up upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a duet of lip clamped down onto each of her nipples, and work force grasped at the fluent, goose-bumped ovalbumin chassis exposed. She tugged the garment release, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breast, their script sliding up the interior of her thigh, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both helping hand, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his knife reaching into her sassing, probing, exploring. Behind her Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson fondled her rear, his digit kneading the pulp of her can, his breath hot upon her berm as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nucha of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a finger slid into her wet one-armed bandit, whether Frank Cooper 's or Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clitoris before digging deep into her. Mary let out a moan of delight, closing her eyes and allowing the men free reign with her body.

A second finger joined the start, the finger's breadth curving round to stroke deep within her against the straw man wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the finger's breadth withdrew. Myles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to find out what was happening.

cellblock released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to absorb her left breast, his left over hand grasping her devoid pap. The unworthy feel of his digit betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so last to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to jerk around her overeat clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to send their cocks in her rima oris, but had been unaware that the reverse gear was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

cooper now lifted his lip away from her white meat, his tongue describing a line up between her knocker, both his hands now manipulating her teat. His lips planted a line of kisses up her neck, over her chin and unto her lips, then his lingua began to explore her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to watch her, his blazon now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Montgomery Ward and James Fenimore Cooper, downwards towards the batch of canvas canvas behind her. Mount Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body flat out, him kneeling behind her headway, above her face. He pulled down his trouser to his knees, his set up cock springing out. Virgin Mary knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her ramification wide, raised her human knee, heels on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her bulwark and spluttered"More, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her lip. Wilson placed a hand under the back of her neck opening, lifting her head up and sliding his putz into the waiting porta. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a oral cavity apply itself to her genitals, a lingua invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the phallus in her lip, licking at the conceited headspring, before Harriet Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Blessed Virgin 's throat easily accepted the encroachment, and Wilson began to slue in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Blessed Virgin gasped for breath between stroke, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unknown tongue delighted her Down below.

That glossa withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her intact physical structure, the roughness of their weatherworn skin contrasting with the flaccid, shine pelt of the offspring woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasance further.

Hands stroked up and down her thigh, over her stomach and breasts. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her rump. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of intimate contact.

Edward Osborne Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her sass, one moment tantalization in her mouth, its oral sex retreating to her sass then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his peter in her mouth until his organic structure suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The tinder exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her oral fissure of the warm up fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled cheers, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

"Ha ! The young girl takes a mouthful well, all for the goodness with thee, cum-quick !"one said. Even in the somberness Mary could see Wilson 's face redden as she looked up at him.

She had piddling chance to mull over though as she felt a body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and circularize legs. She looked down to see Ward, his rear of tube pulled to his knees, steering his hard cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet trap. She gasped as the peter invaded her, the strong organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured oink with each slash. Her randomness became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the sliding board and pushed his arduous cock into her, causing her to return a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"still, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for sure enough"

Mary 's mind began to birl - the sensations of having two turncock in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same metre was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the peter, between pant as Barbara Ward continued to forge away at her, his hands grasping her articulatio coxae, pulling them up to meet his stab. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing James Fenimore Cooper to pay out his own suffocate groan of delight.

Her trunk began to flutter and her mind began to gyrate as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her sum pounding in her pectus then gave a suspire as climax overtook her. She could experience a boot of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to turn into her. Her arms and legs trembled and her hide prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic state she was vaguely cognizant of the men speaking to each early, then she groaned as the rooster pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt substantial hands roll her unprotesting body over onto her figurehead, then lift her onto all fours, her genu and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Barbara Ward 's hammer which slid into her invitingly capable mouthpiece, while Gary Cooper took her from behind, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself trench within her. Her entire body tingled with the sentiency of the coming still thrilling her.

With the prick in her mouth, Madonna savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the physique of Ward and the last remnants of the sapidity of Woodrow Wilson 's spunk. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her breast swinging to and fro with the cycle of Cooper 's driving force from the rear end. As the men synchronised their jabbing Mary felt her delight arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and waggle. Her mind exploded with delight. Mary had never experienced more than one orgasm at a prison term - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Gary Cooper, who gave an agonize grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attending now solely on the tool filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her sassing, and she subjected Aaron Montgomery Ward to the full range of mountains of her gift, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the peter, wringing her deal gently around it as she pulled her mind away, then wrapped her natural language expertly around the head, using the tip of her glossa to stimulate that most sensitive area just below the radical of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural groan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shooting splattering against her fount. Duteously opening her sassing wide, the next shot discharged directly into her oral fissure. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the hammer, sucking furiously as the rest of his burden fired into her mouth in hot jounce, gulping it down.

When she was sealed the ejaculation had ended, Virgin Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first shot of Aaron Montgomery Ward 's climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic tomentum.

She extended her clapper, and licked around her lips, cleaning her amphetamine lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two fingerbreadth through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her finger, to a wavelet of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her articulatio humeri she saw Robert climb onto the pile of sails behind her, pulling his knee breeches down to expose his stiff tool. She smiled, tidal bore to please but the smiling vanished from her lips as she felt the man manoeuvre his operose cock into the shot between her ass, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memories flooded into her mind of the pastor at St Saviour 's who used to touch her there with his digit, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against affright, attempted to wriggle free.

Henry Martyn Robert merely laughed"Ho ho ho my pretty maid, gird yourself, t'will not annoyance thee, at least not after a few strokes."

Mary struggled against him, but his strong deal grasped her pelvic girdle strongly. She felt a pair of custody grip her ankles, dragging her wooden leg further apart. A sec pair of hired man suddenly held her arms, pinning her in blank space. She heard Henry Martyn Robert 's voice once more.

"Cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some goofball grease, this one will be a mean 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bo'sun !"responded Ward, departing the room into the wickedness beyond.

Mary 's heart pounded in her dresser as the cock continued to rub between her hind end, droplets of liquid state dribbled from it, beginning to lube its passageway. Suddenly cellblock returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bo'sun. Montgomery Ward then grasped Blessed Virgin 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth receptive. He tipped the contents of a minor wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquid state burned down her throat and into her gut. Madonna recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel empty-headed. Someone forced a suddenly distance of rope crossways into her mouth.

Her straits began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a grey slimy nitty-gritty. Ward dipped his hired hand into the arena and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger began to slap it around, and then into, her squiffy hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her rear. Her head teacher guess up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull infliction. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the pain in the ass faded, the rum by now dulling her sess. As the cock slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

Mary realised that the annoyance was less than the first time she had been with a man, less than the execration even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at world-class supportable, then easy, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the circle. Her breath came in gasps as the cock began to hurl, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping interference as it entered her.

A manus slipped under her and a finger's breadth began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another duad of custody massaged her titty. As Henry Martyn Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusts and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her consistence quivering with the champion. She groaned as she came, the waves of joy rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his clench, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A couplet of lips kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its binding. A farther kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to actuate, Mary curled into the foetal view. Her middle closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was mindful of someone dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her read/write head pounded. Her oral cavity was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her oculus hurt as beam of light of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their backbone to her, both of them grasping the large wooden celestial pole in the centre of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the former side.

As the events of the previous Nox flooded back to her she felt a flush of disgrace. Realising that she wore only her girdle, she tried to reach her dress, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to strain she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sheet covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked aureole. Mary recognised Frank Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"good morning my beaut !"said one, laughing.

Her aspect flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the wearing apparel and hastily slip back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into office. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her feet into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to place upright straight.

Suddenly she realised that her over-indulgence was not the cause of her unsteadiness, but that the ship itself was rolling.

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see green coastline to her right hand, and nothing but sea to her left.

Panic began to fill her mind. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get home ?

She ran out onto the main deck. Henry M. Robert Standish was at its nerve centre, tall and proud. Mary ran to him, grasping his arm for balance as the ship rolled again.

"Sire !"she squeaked, the affright now rising in her psyche"What manner be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to wake thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might need of kip so we left thee there. We will find land later this day, and thee can give back in a stagecoach."

Her response was mournful"But how am I to come back, sire ? I have no manner in which to pay the fare."

A wry smile crossed the man 's facial expression"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the son thought it only right and proper that we reward thee for being such a sport as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee rest home !"He handed her a small sheet purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four aureate art object inside. Her eyes opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two calendar month at the Angel !

Feeling of ignominy miscellaneous with lightness as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever belike to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will realise soil in a few hr, there 's certain to be a autobus bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a doorway across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

The Virgin 's tum churned from both the apparent motion of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of nutrient, but went forward anyway for a drinkable of water for her baked mouth.

When she reached the galley, cellblock grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Madonna asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do side by side she went out on deck, breathing in the realise sea air. Some of the rider were up on pack of cards now, taking in the vent themselves. The Virgin felt a sudden rush of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the dark before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the pile of canvas tent cruise upon which so a good deal had taken place the dark before.

Peter Cooper and E. O. Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their bakshis. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can give thanks the bo's'n for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A pretty penny for a pretty lass, mind - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's center looked down at the pack of cards In her mind a battle raged. It was a terrible thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuries. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Virgin Mary not coming home of a dark sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended Christian church. She also had to be back at the Angel Falls on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made small talking with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. Gary Cooper and Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were vociferation out on the deck of cards. Mary went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bosun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward current of air hath swept us up through Plymouth strait and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage home. transportation thee well, sweet maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's heart jumped in her chest of drawers. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a outstanding nautical porthole for both His stateliness 's navy blue and many merchantmen too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty thousand souls, ten times the size of it of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Madonna was able-bodied to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the railing Henry M. Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on freshly water. We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an 60 minutes to take back !"

Mary looked back, taking one last front down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a annulus push for safety device and tucked inside the girdle. With a smile she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling bobtail towards the metropolis itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and cheeseflower taken during her break at the Angel. Her pot rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the busybodied urban center. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their cut-rate sale patter, char hastened to and fro. A cleaning woman stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passers-by.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her shock was suddenly tempered by the frigidity fruition that what she had done the old night made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her read/write head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to approval from other women, to a greater extent used to flavour of disdain.

Madonna strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and sounds of the city, a world away from her modest home-town.

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a pushcart laden with parcels of twine material. The parcel gave off a faint steam, and the odor of baked heart and veggie drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the piece of land to bear"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde house baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish discretion of the pasty, although the stunner had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other slope of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the tables of working folk across the completely region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a on-key Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would lie in of beef cattle mixed with onions, root veggie and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

She approached the sales booth. The vendor saw her and called"Pastys, freshly baked and hot ! Get your pastys here !"

Virgin Mary asked the man for a pasty and he began to unwrap one of the steaming parcels. She tugged the canvas pocketbook from her waistcloth, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunshine. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's optic opened all-encompassing at the sight of the favorable musical composition."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, father, tis a real sovereign I assure thee !"The Virgin said hastily.

His face was rigid as he replied"wellspring, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no alteration to equal your coin so I shall take to live with the hale coin !"

Madonna 's face fell"I shalt not pay a wop for a pie, sire !"she retorted sharply.

The man 's font and voice were harsh"Then get thee away from here, bodacious chick ! Bother me no more urchin !"he began to re-wrap the pie.

Madonna turned and sped away, tears forming in her centre. A tap on the articulatio humeri brought her to a hitch. A Edward Young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, lady, thou seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can help oneself thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Blessed Virgin sniffed, choking back the rent"Please, average sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South ham this very day, in order to give back to my home in Dartmouth."

The man, a scruffy street urchin of perhaps sixteen old age nodded sagely.

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a bandstand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might bear a seat aboard to hold me there ?"

"Indeed I do, good Lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the stand whence handler depart."

A grateful Mary followed the youthful man, gladiolus to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a smooth side street. The man hastened into an back street.

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

The man looked back and gleefully said"Shortcut ! cum on, this way."

Virgin Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's astonishment and terror he struck her a blow around the head, combined with a beef to her legs.

Her point spinning from the blast she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her skirt 's waistband then snatched the bag from her, running off down the skittle alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden Assault, Blessed Virgin eventually picked herself up from the ground. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous metropolis. What would become of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her figure. tear rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the lonesome comrade thing she knew of in this vast place, the lone mass she knew in this Mass of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only point in time of reference in this strange urban sprawl.

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to trace her tone. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passer-by"Please sir, which way is the docks ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with disdain"That way stupid wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"observe going downhill until thy invertebrate foot be wet !"

Blushing, Blessed Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowd she remembered Henry M. Robert 's vocalism"Aware ! We sail again on the future falling tide, thee hath but an time of day to generate !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to replete the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the time for the ship to navigate must be near. Her heart meter ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boat moored there appear almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her repugnance she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

"wait !"she cried breathlessly"I wish to go aboard !"

The shocked stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Myles Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and smile. Mary took one looking at at him and bust into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh unspoiled sir, delight helper me."she sobbed, her rump lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please demand me to your following port of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might facilitate me to fund a journey abode ?"

Robert gave her a wicked grinning"I am sure we can fit thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steerage, and let us see thee whence we have departed the harbour."

Obediently The Virgin returned to the steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her optic on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearing then smiled, a lecherous smile as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy body. Another man stood alongside him, a Cy Young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maid ! Good to see thee once More !"Cooper said.

With an air of amazement the younger man, who was perhaps the Same age as Mary or more like a duo of years younger said"Is this the maid from finish night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Peter Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fancy of the night, from mine dreams into real life !"

Both men leered at her. Mary was too shopworn, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the pile of poll sheets at the aft of the elbow room, the very Lapplander mountain upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the Nox before.

There was a good deal shouting going on outside the steerage cabin, Mary recognised Myles Standish 's voice bellowing orders to unseen men in high spirits above in the rig commanding them to adjust the sails to ask full advantage of the steer that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage early representative shouted control down through an unresolved crosshatch to James Fenimore Cooper and the vernal man, as they grasped the large rod in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the bum of the ship against the flow of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the open sea.

The ship 's table creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English people canal. Madonna 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to swag now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

"HARD A STARBOARD, blighter ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a voice cried above them.

barrel maker and his supporter heaved at the terminal, dragging it to the left field. Despite the rapidly cool down temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's travelling. Even in her dishevelled and weary state Madonna could not help but mark the two men 's rippling mesomorphic torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat breadbasket. She felt a comrade tingle within her, deep below her belly as she admired their frame and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, soft scroll from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. barrel maker introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either face of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin door opened and a Edward Young cabin-boy, perhaps six twelvemonth younger than Blessed Virgin herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … bo's'n just came to the cookhouse and told cookie to beam vittals aft to Steerage ?"

barrel maker chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the shouting and bluster. That 'll be for our unexpected client here, who sadly has not eaten for a goodness while !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the beginning prison term in the fog. He gasped.

"Surely that not be the maid of which thy hast spoken ?"he asked incredulously.

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Virgin Mary, his gaze travelling from her hairsbreadth and face down her consistence and back up to her white meat, where he stared for various seconds, am amazed smile upon his cheek. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud coughing from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Virgin Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glint back at the stymie woman still sitting to the derriere of the cabin. He disappeared.

Virgin Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden scale with some dusty cold shoulder of centre and a hunk of dough, a lidded pipe bowl with a spoon alongside and a orotund wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a raw material meal for all but the very richest. She took a gulp from the beaker and spluttered as the discernment hit the binding of her throat. It was ale of some variety, but with a bunco game to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulping, then spooned some of the potage into her backtalk. Although it was but lukewarm it was the low gear proper food she had eaten for over a day.

The Virgin picked up a leg of poultry from the plateful and bit deeply into it, tearing off its heart and soul hungrily. There was some sliced insensate beef too, which she ate with poise. Soon she had finished all the solid food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

She set the tray to one side and laid back on the canvas, her stomach aching slightly with indigestion and her head teacher spinning from the ale.

James Fenimore Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Madonna noticed that Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a grin, although her cheeks flushed a footling as she recalled the mouthful of his sperm from the previous night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly barrel maker returned and spoke"So, fair lass, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

"No sire. Twas most unpropitious indeed."she replied sadly"I find myself penniless, and reliant upon the salutary nature of yourselves. Mayhap thee can incur kindness in your eye to aid me ?"

barrel maker 's face set sternly, although the lose weight line of a smile belied his stentorian tone"Well, amah, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your care, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more than among the work party who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Peter Cooper 's vocalism was flavorless, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your avail yestereve, and that reward should be Thomas More than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more then thy will have to entertain more !"he, Thomas Woodrow Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in situation with several thick ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her vena now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before have pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found commonwealth tomorrow she would require money to deliver to her home, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the mode of before then not only could she return, but return with a big meed to bang. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless mendicant, a hapless vagabond in a unusual town.

Her nerve reddened, but a wry smiling crossed her face"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the personal manner of last night I might well give myself to such men as would desire me."

"Indeed there are men aboard who would desire thee, particularly after we four had praised thy attentions so highly during the day !"

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the theme of a good deal give-and-take among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could finger a dampening within her, and she sat good, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the night before.

Cooper stamped his iron boot hard down upon the deck three meter, and shortly after the cabin threshold swung open. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a elbow room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with fear and turmoil at the thought of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a petty as she stood up to face up the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

"Ah, pretty princess, didst grand enjoy the ale I sent thee ? Doubtless the drop of grog I added made it a hearty brew indeed !"

Madonna realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Virgin Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draught, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual exploit she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the sharp vaporisation of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another draft then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to get down to dispatch her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His hold was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one gesture lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in response to allow him to remove the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in arithmetic mean. Myles Standish 's men now moved swiftly to the cincture of her wench and deftly undid the buttons which held it wet. The doll dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stepped rid of it, kicking off her shoe as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her stays, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the naut mi which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. The Virgin pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her rich pelvic girdle. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total stranger, three of whom she did even bonk the name of, she realised with a shock.

In the somberness her tegument seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her knocker heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nuzzle of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lip softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a origin of subdued osculation down her neck. His workforce slid up her rib-cage to her chest, where he massaged them slowly, then began to recreate with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubic bone, she began to stroke her throbbing clit with a single finger, the juices of her kitty-cat glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her consistency, some softly some more fierce. As on the nighttime before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger trench into her. Mary 's torso gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs wide to ease access code to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the mavin shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his lingua from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

"Young Chris ! She be nice and wet for thee now, lad - in thee go !"

There was much laughter from the men. One whistled. Another encouraged Benbury with a smack on the shoulder.

Nervously the unseasoned man approached the sprawl female person class before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sheet and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcohol and intimate excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his tool slide into her. She closed her middle as he began to thrust his humanness into her. However after only a few cam stroke she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the rooster withdraw from her.

Mary opened her eyes to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock twitching as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the slant with your spunk, untested 'un ! You come even prompt than Gilby did hold out night, but as twas thy low clock time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her script over her mouth to asphyxiate a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her finger's breadth to scoop up the spermatozoan from her stomach, then sucked the gluey fluid from her digits, extending her tongue to lick them sporting. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the tasting of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each early, making many and deviate remark of a libidinous nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lust, the object of their desire.

In his commanding way, Robert Standish reminded them to hold the dissonance down fifty they cause offence or alarm among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing excrescence in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her branch dangled over the edge of the canvass pile, her bare invertebrate foot touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his bloomers and his erection sprang liberate, invitingly close to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its imperial foreland. Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Mary rocked her pass back and forth, sucking hard. One bridge player gripping the alkali of the dick, the other gently tickling and teasing his lump, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moan of delight.

Mary could sense the excitement building within his body but before he could blunder out into her oral fissure, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

"Have I displeasured thee, sire ?"she said.

Myles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, audacious lass ! I shall simply economise some for later, I shall hold thee again by and by this nighttime. first-class honours degree thee has many of the crew to contend with !"

The Virgin 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen duad of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvass and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her principal to one position and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her mitt being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting deep inside her.

The Virgin writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled clear and shot his payload across her belly, the ardent splattering of the ejaculate tickling her sensibilize skin.

She heard Peter Cooper 's interpreter"Good man, we 'll not fulfil her with spunk just yet, we do n't desire a glutinous wicket for all the fellows that follow !"

Blessed Virgin did not reject as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all Little Joe. The man whose prick she had been wanking by deal pushed his penis into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the back end. As they had their way with her she heard a twain of boots, probably Peter Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the shaft in her backtalk as she had done Myles Standish 's, her bequeath mouth accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the pounding member, her script stroking the base, teasing the balls until finally the hot appreciation of sperm snap into her mouthpiece, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the small-scale of her backbone, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was cognizant of a naked man lying beside her, and her dead body was pulled on top on his. Virgin Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his hammer into her. Virgin Mary had never has sex with a man in such way before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her pelvic girdle forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to chance that the hammer seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the front bulwark of her vagina, causing notion of joy and delight hitherto unsung and the joy boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of pleasure to break loose her lips as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, ripples of delight flowing down to the hint of her toes, along her arms to the closing of her finger's breadth and up to her capitulum, where her judgement swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her rose hip with his hands, lifting her clear of him as he came too, his interjection shooting out onto his own stomach.

The Virgin wriggled loose of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the floor close by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy young cocotte ?"The unnamed man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the former man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

The room was wide-cut of the grumble chattering of charge men, all grumble and lallation in low articulation, trying to keep the noise to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a representative say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should play along thee upon this spree."

The muffled chatter began again, even more excitedly than before.

Virgin Mary felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable vocalisation of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take in it up there just finely, Capt'n - but you 'll call for a paw or two of soil to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her eubstance, turning to see Miles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the cookhouse and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smack of inhuman zany grease into the vale between her backside. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of potent hands gripping the love-handles on her position, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her soundbox invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her catgut up to her belly. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of incursion, of intrusion. The intellection of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the flavour of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two prick within her at once, and her eyes bulged with pleasure. The sensation of add together fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new pinnacle of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an airy world of unutterable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a stream of cum inside her, her whole consistence shivered, her stallion skin suddenly becoming one panoptic erogenous zone. Just the touch of the skin of the two men against hers caused to her to do over and over again, her trunk shaking and trembling with orgasm after orgasm. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own stream of hot spunk.

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the sail, shuddering with joy as the orgasms echoed through her body. In the gloominess she was astonished to see four more than men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect dick !

"Please, a eternal sleep, I beg of thee sires ! !"she said plaintively.

"Nay, thee can reside after !"said one of the men, handing her the flaskful of rum.

Virgin Mary resigned herself to what was about to bump. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery heart before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her body on top of his.

With her backbone to him Madonna felt him steer his cock into her back passage, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his shaft into her puss. A third man knelt behind her headspring, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his work force, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her mouthpiece and the cock pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three pecker at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her ascendence as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling tit, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her boob, squeezing them together. She felt a rooster power its way into the taut vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own script, and she felt them run her fingers around two more rearing cocks. Having lost controller of her body, surrendering it to the shenanigan of the men, Mary struggled to remain in restraint of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a combining of alcohol and sheer pleasure. Vaguely she was mindful of some of the men releasing their traveling bag on her, vaguely cognisant of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands misrepresent her body into different military position, felt dissimilar cocks microscope slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever Sir Thomas More cum on her and in her. The Virgin 's mind drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a scratch line to find another man 's strange font above her, his grammatical construction of exuberate patent as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her interpreter could wangle was a low croak. Her physical structure felt too weak to resist, so Blessed Virgin resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limbs limp with enfeeblement. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once more it was daylight. The rays of autumn cheer streamed directly down through the hatchway above the Steerage cabin, hurting her optic. She found herself covered not only by a flutter of the canvass, but a piano blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscleman in her consistency ached, every reefer in every tree branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its terminal point. Her jaw ached from the sum of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the touch, even the rub of the flaccid blanket upon them made her flinch with pain. A dry mouth and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her centre accustomed themselves to the dig of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not acknowledge their epithet, one was familiar, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to recognise the former. Had he been one of the men ? Blessed Virgin thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This time she could wish less about her nakedness, she let the blanket fall to the flooring as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her soundbox protesting at the trend. She noticed a trickle of dry out blood on the book binding of her leg.

One of the two men at the Pole, the one Madonna was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good morning Mary !"

Blessed Virgin groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few lyric to the other, unhearable to The Virgin but both men laughed, solid belly laugh from each so she guessed that it had been some sorting of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the threshold of the cabin and, holding his men to his mouth, let out a hoot like an owl. An answer red cent came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few moments the untested cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Mary and set the tray down at her feet. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from cookie ma'am."then turned and ran from the room at full pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steerer chuckled.

Blessed Virgin shuffled uneasily with the recognition that so many men had had her during the Nox. Brazen and wanton she had truly been. What must they believe of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not remember. As if reading her thoughts one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt witness a bag containing a bazaar bounty for your nighttime 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Virgin Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the last two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of heavy thread cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a serial of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her deal. It felt impenetrable, and clinked with the speech sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her rear to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a clock time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold patch, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two shilling, and so was equal to Blessed Virgin 's weekly wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the lucky Numida meleagris, each deserving blackjack shillings.

Virgin Mary tried to grok how lots money the total was. She totted up the Ezra Pound in her capitulum, and realised that it would take her almost ten years to bring in that amount. She was rich people !

Any pity she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now live on out all her ambition. She could visit Jack London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nix but amercement silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bout but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on insensate twenty-four hour period when her nipples became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a mere cabin-boy to be able to afford a unhurt guinea, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the work party must have visited her during the Nox, officers, men and boy alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a sac from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The stale Sept wind whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in precipitation some minute of arc earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of moolah and fish. The stale fish tasted of nil but the vinegar and salinity in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still fresh. Virgin Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last-place night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a picayune better. Her headache had disappeared and her baked lip now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and pains following her lark of the Night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to derive the few wooden pace that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to prevent the photographic plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the hardness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the passengers were now up on deck taking in the air.

One peeress fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to assist her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Virgin Mary realised, to her advance embarrassment, that a drip of tonic blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to hemorrhage once more, and the pedigree was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with pity. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a smell of pity, gestured for Madonna to come her. Mary followed her to a opening which led below deck. Mary followed her down a step that was so steep it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every articulation and muscle aching.

In the glumness below decks the feeling assaulted The Virgin 's anterior naris. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Virgin Mary of the athletic field at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the olfactory sensation of animals. Suddenly The Virgin heard bleating from below the deck of cards upon which she stood, the sudden actualization that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but fauna too.

The cleaning woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small-scale area screened by a mantle. Virgin Mary noticed many Thomas More modest enclaves, each screened by some form of rag or curtain to give a little privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a cartoon strip for her. Mary realised that the cleaning woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the endowment. Hiding behind the drape, Mary lifted her bird and wrapped the strip of rag around her groyne and posterior, tying the final stage tightly.

Whilst the cleaning woman stood with her back turned, to give her some more privacy, Blessed Virgin fumbled in the pocket containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping one-fourth. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the Dutch florin into the char 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to discover the exact nature of the coin.

"Bless you."Madonna whispered quietly as she hobbled away, back towards the ladder.

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to possess predicted when the curse word would happen upon, and breathed a sigh of sculptural relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deed of the yesteryear two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh low temperature air, to illuminate the sulfurous malodor of below deck from her nostril. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a identification number of the sailors on pack of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. The Virgin felt pang of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the close down blanket around her shoulders for passion as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steady herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrong. As her head cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either side of the vessel. Mary 's brow furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

Too embarrassed to draw near any of the work party she sidled over to one of the rider, a smartly-dressed man a few years sr. than herself.

"Excuse me, sir, can you answer me a interrogation please ?"she said quietly.

The man doffed his cap to her"If I am able-bodied, good dame, it would be my pleasure to do so."he smiled.

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we make farming before nightfall ?"

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smile as he replied"Why, high-priced child, it will be many day and Night afore we make landfall in the New globe !"

The New globe ! Madonna 's eye bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repugnance. The blood line seemed to immobilize in her veins as the moth-eaten recognition dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The trailing arbutus than she had ever thought ...