Slave To Corsairs
Chapter 01 - The Attack Begins
"Sail ho," shouted the lookout from high above the topgallants interrupting
Miss Ludivine Townly's thoughts about the lurid scene she had secretly witnessed
last night. Ludivine was standing by the rail on the captain's deck of the
merchant ship as it gracefully tacked upwind entering the Mozambique Strait. Her
father and uncle's trading company owned the Bombay Enterprise, one of the
newest, fastest, and largest commercial ships in the world.
At the moment, Ludivine's thoughts were far from the maritime empire that her
family had built. She hadn't slept an instant since she had clandestinely
observed her sister Elena and Sir Charles Danby engaged in illicit sexual
intercourse. Ludivine had observed sexual acts whose wantonness had left her
deeply shocked. Although Ludivine loved her sister, she now felt a deep anger at
the risk Elena was taking with the family's reputation and position in society.
She also felt a palpable disgust with her younger sister's behavior.
How could Elena disgrace the family that way thought Ludivine? And with him of
all people, a man of questionable character and no breeding whose sole interest
was the Townly fortune. Everyone knew that Sir Charles was literally from the
gutter and had purchased his peerage. If it becomes common knowledge that Sir
Charles enjoyed Elena's favors, there'd be no place in decent society for the
Townlys. We'll be outcasts and no man from a respectable family will want to be
associated in marriage with Elena or myself. Even our brother would be prevented
from making a suitable marriage.
Still after two months at sea with another two weeks to go before they reached
Bombay, the appearance of another ship was sufficient to distract Ludivine. The
extreme tedium of a London to Bombay voyage caused even the most mundane
unscheduled event to take on great importance. Ludivine momentarily dropped the
issue of her younger sister's fornication and searched the horizon.
"Where away?' shouted Captain Travers from his usual post near the great wheel
that steered the massive ship.
"Ten degrees leeward," shouted the unknown lookout.
Ludivine's eighteen-year-old eyes scanned the ocean straining to detect even
the slightest point of white.
"What is it, father," said Ludivine realizing that her father, Sir Robert
Townly, had appeared at her side with his spyglass.
"Corsairs, possibly, the Mozambique Strait is crawling with them; but nothing
for us to worry about. They won't face the Enterprise's sixteen pounders.
They'll be looking for easier prey," said Sir Robert. Sir Robert made a note to
himself to call on the Admiralty as soon as he returned to London and bring the
need to clean out these pirates to their attention. Still Sir Robert was not
unduly concerned. For a merchant ship, the Bombay Enterprise was well armed
with twelve guns on each side and four large caliber divot guns fore and aft.
Ludivine smiled at her father's deeply lined face. Where her mother's favorite
was her sister Elena, there was no question that Sir Robert preferred the
company of his elder daughter. But Elena and her brother Oliver, at fourteen,
youngest of the three Townly children, were constantly in their mother's
company. The result was a sibling rivalry that had begun to get out of control.
If I were to tell about last night, would Mother believe me or would she
accept Elena's denial wondered Ludivine. I have no proof. Given that what I
witnessed was so horrible, so lewd and so at odds with decent behavior, it would
be difficult to believe that any sixteen-year-old girl from a respectable family
would participate in that sort of sexually depraved activities. It would only be
my word against Elena's. Mother and Oliver would side with her. How could Elena
do such a thing, and so willingly, like a Dockside slut or one of the women who
worked in the taverns in Cheapside and sold their bodies for pennies or a glass
of gin? It would be different if that cad, Sir Charles, had forced her. But
Elena had been so willing and eager to do Sir Charles bidding.
Still, Ludivine did feel an obligation to her family, especially her father
since Sir Charles Danby was someone with whom he often had business dealings. It
was Ludivine's duty to inform Sir Robert of Sir Charles deeply flawed character
even if it meant ruining her own sister's reputation. Ludivine also had to
consider that if her father ever found out that Ludivine had prior knowledge of
what occurred but failed to speak up, would he ever forgive her, should he? It
was a question of duty to one's family that carried the day in Ludivine's
troubled mind.
"Father, I have something of great import to discuss with you," said Ludivine
making up her mind to inform her father regardless of consequences.
"It appears the pirates of Madagascar plan to have a go at the Bombay
Enterprise," said Sir Charles Danby who had quietly come up behind the two of
them. He brought up his own spyglass to search in the same direction.
Sir Charles like most men of the day wore a full beard. His was all black and
dark curls. Ludivine suspected it hid a weak chin or some other sign of a
defective character. Sir Charles was in his thirties. Ludivine was forced to
admit that Sir Charles was handsome and cut a good figure in his carefully
tailored clothes. Like her father, he was a successful London trader although
not on the grand scale of the Townlys. The cause of Ludivine's intense dislike
of Sir Charles had until last night been something of a mystery even to her.
I disliked him the moment I met him was all Ludivine could say when her
father informed her of Sir Charles' offer of marriage. She had quickly refused
to even consider his proposal. Before last night, I despised Sir Charles for no
reason I could state but now I have my reasons. He is a cad, a seducer of young
women. I was right to turn him down so coldly. Why did he choose to sail on the
Bombay Enterprise with us? Did he know that Elena was a wanton and that he could
take advantage of her?
"Two of them, no three, they may be local traders," said Sir Charles. "Three
ships of Corsairs could be difficult to manage."
"Now I make out four sets of sails. Nevertheless, they won't come near the
Enterprise," said Sir Robert. "We can out run them if nothing else."
Ludivine knew that her father was inordinately proud of the Bombay Enterprise.
He had personally supervised its construction in the shipyards of London. It was
now on its maiden voyage having left London two months prior. The Bombay
Enterprise was classified an East Indiaman, a type of heavily armed merchant
ship that sailed the dangerous waters between England and India. Sir Robert
spoke with the confidence of an experienced and successful trader whose business
acumen had made him one of England's wealthiest men. Townly Mercantile Partners,
founded by Sir Robert and his brother Paul, almost thirty years ago, was the
largest of the trading companies that had sprung up after the end of the
Napoleonic Wars. By 1845, its eighty-three ships were engaged in a highly
profitable trade between England and its colonies. Sir Robert's other
investments in land and finance had also turned out well. No. 10 Downing Street
sought his opinion on matters of trade and industry. At the moment, he was on a
special mission for the Crown concerning a matter most important to her
majesty's colony, India.
"Good morning, Miss Townly," said Sir Charles. "I trust you slept well."
"Good morning, Sir Charles," replied Ludivine. "Tolerably well, given the
amount of noise."
Only a flicker of Sir Robert's eye indicated that her remark had a shared
hidden meaning.
Strange that I should loathe the only man who ever asked for my hand in
marriage thought Ludivine recalling the past London social season that had been
disastrous for her hopes of acquiring a high born husband from the aristocracy.
Only Sir Charles showed an interest. Sir Charles had spoken directly to her
father about their marriage not even bothering to determine whether Ludivine
found him acceptable which she decidedly did not.
Her mother's ambitious plan that Ludivine would capture the heart of a ranking
member of the nobility were dashed by the simple fact that at 6'6" tall,
Ludivine was a giantess compared to all but an extremely few men. Her widely
acknowledged beauty and intelligence were totally overshadowed by her
extraordinary height that made her the joke of the social season.
In an age, where petiteness in women was fashionable and a woman of 5' was
considered average, anyone approaching 6' was a veritable giant. Ludivine
became the object of ridicule and jibes that she found impossible to bear. At
the parties and balls where marriageable young women vied for the favor of
bachelor aristocrats, Ludivine had attracted only curiosity and unflattering
remarks. There was a frequent and unflattering comparison to the recently
discovered giraffe of Africa.
Image conscious scions of the nobility were reluctant to ask someone to dance
who stood more than a foot taller than they. Ludivine had been raised in the
countryside where her father's wealth and prestige had protected her from
ridicule. But London's snob aristocrats didn't hesitate for a minute to make
jests about the giant girl from the country.
Two years before, Ludivine's mother had insisted Sir Robert purchase a large
home in London's fashionable Hyde Park that would allow both daughters to
participate in the social season when they reached eighteen. Elena was still two
years away from participating in society and seeking a proper husband.
Lady Mary Townly, Ludivine's socially ambitious mother, had hoped that the
family's fortune would attract a noble suitor for Ludivine, some well born but
cash poor aristocrat who would not find her height a problem when compared to
the 100,000 pounds per annum that Sir Robert would provide at her wedding. There
were several eldest sons of earls and dukes who attended the lavish parties that
the Townly's both hosted and attended during the social season. However, none of
them stepped forward to ask for Ludivine's hand except Sir Charles Danby, a man
from the lower classes that Ludivine took a particularly dislike to and refused
out of hand.
Mary Townly was furious at her daughter's failure to establish a connection
with the upper nobility and blamed Ludivine.
"You're an unfortunate throwback to my great Uncle Sir Lester Cantwell who was
a Colonel in his majesty's Guards Regiment. He stood 6'9". The Iron Duke said it
strained his neck to speak with the Colonel," announced Mary Townly. "Being that
tall is a distinct advantage in a man and a serious disadvantage in a woman.
Heaven knows where we will find an eligible man willing to overlook your height.
Fortunately, Elena while taller than average is still a reasonable height and
with her beauty, she should be able to find a suitable match."
Those unkind remarks sent Ludivine to her bedroom to cry for hours. Ludivine
was raised to believe that her most important goal was to make a good match. At
eighteen, her own mother had declared her a failure.
Looking at the portrait of Lester Cantwell hanging in her mother's ancestral
home at Cantwell Hall, Ludivine was forced to acknowledge the truth of her
mother's statement. Great Uncle Lester looked magnificent in his guard's uniform
mounted on a white charger sweeping forward, his saber piercing the heart of a
French grenadier at the Battle of Waterloo. To compound her appearance problems,
Ludivine like her great uncle shared an identical mane of unmanageable curly red
hair.
"I've heard these corsairs grow better armed and bolder. They captured the
Madras Crescent on her last voyage. They slaughtered the crew and sold the women
into slavery," said Sir Charles.
"Sir Charles, please, let's not frighten Miss Townly. This ship can out sail
and outfight any two, three or four Madagascar pirates," said Sir Robert with
some heat in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Townly, " apologized Sir Charles. "I didn't mean to alarm
you."
"I assure you Sir Charles, I was not frightened or alarmed in the slightest. I
have every confidence that the Bombay Enterprise is more than capable of
defending itself," said Ludivine not bothering to hide the distaste in her
voice. "I'll leave you two to discuss pirates while I continue my walk around
the deck."
Ludivine's words were spoken with such distaste that even Sir Robert looked
distressed at her rude behavior. I will speak to her later decided Sir Robert. I
know she does not care for Sir Charles but still she has an obligation to be
courteous to one of my business associates.
Ludivine walked to the ship's opposite rail. Her thoughts returned to last
night.
Ordinarily, Ludivine was a sound sleeper but after two months some of the
ship's provisions had begun to spoil and last night's supper had not set well
with her. Ludivine had gone to bed early then woke during the middle of the
night her stomach churning. Ludivine and Elena shared a small cabin. When
Ludivine awoke, she saw that Elena's bed was empty. Ludivine put on her robe and
went topside to both get some air and check on her younger sister.
Not locating Elena on deck, Ludivine returned to her cabin in hopes that Elena
had gone back via a different route. When Ludivine was in the passageway, she
heard a woman's quiet laughter coming from the storeroom where victuals for
officers and passengers were kept. Food for the crew was kept well forward in a
separate storage locker.
Thinking that Elena might for some reason had gone into the food locker but
not wanting to wake her parents or others, Ludivine had silently opened the
locker door and slipped inside the dark room.
What she saw stunned her. On the other side of the room was Sir Charles Danby
reclining on several bags of flour. A nearby candle illuminated his face and
part of his body. His trousers were pushed down past his knees. Between his
legs, a woman was noisily providing oral sex. The woman was kneeling and
therefore not illuminated by the small circle of candlelight.
Ludivine was surprised at how much noise the woman was making with her mouth
as she licked and slurped Sir Charles cock. Ludivine knew there was such a thing
as oral sex but considered it something practiced only by the whores and
prostitutes that lived in Cheapside and worked the docks of London. She had no
concept how such a sinful and lewd act was actually performed and felt a certain
curiosity as to its proper execution
Ludivine also wondered who was the woman, assuming it was one of the servants
or possibly the wife of one of the second or third class passengers. It was
known that the women of the lower classes often grew bored and gave their bodies
to men other than their husbands. Ludivine's mother ascribed their lack of sound
morals to their inferior breeding. However, the next exchange of voices totally
shocked her.
"You do that awful well for a girl who resides in the largest home in Hyde
Park," said Sir Charles.
"I learned how from my maid. She taught me," said Elena Townly raising her
head to within the circle of light. Ludivine clearly saw Elena pass her pink
tongue over the tip of Sir Charles erect member then give it a sensuous kiss
that conveyed the pleasure she found in having Sir Charles' cock in her mouth.
My God, its Elena realized Ludivine only barely restraining herself from
shouting out. Ludivine instantly recalled that her mother had only three months
ago sent Elena's maid, a young girl named Carol, packing after some
indiscretion. Ludivine's mother would not tell Ludivine the nature of Carol's
transgression but she did recall that Elena had been very upset at Carol's
departure.
"Excellent teacher your maid, but there must have been others. Maids don't
have cocks," said Sir Charles.
"No, but footmen do and so does daddy's valet. Sam's is as big as yours," said
Elena as she returned to her oral ministrations.
My God Elena is giving herself to our servants thought Ludivine as she leaned
slightly forward to see her sister vigorously sucking the head of Sir Charles
cock while her hand stroked the shaft. One of Elena's hand formed a fist around
the shaft and was vigorously stroking it while her other hand massaged the large
wrinkled sack containing his gonads. Ludivine watched in amazement as Elena
lifted Sir Charles cock and ran her tongue back and forth across the underside
of the cock then paused at his testicles to lick and suck them
"Your technique is excellent. She taught you well. I'm going to blow. Do you
want to swallow it?" asked Sir Charles with a casualness that amazed Ludivine.
"A lady always swallows her gentleman's paste," asserted Elena. "That's what
Carol said. Besides I think it's delicious."
"Good, then take it all and choke on it, wench," said Sir Charles placing his
hands on the sides of Elena's face and pulling her face down on his erect cock
to the point that it was totally within Elena's mouth. Ludivine heard Elena
breath noisily through her nose as Sir Charles cock blocked her mouth and
throat.
Ludivine watched in total amazement as Sir Charles enmeshed his fist in
Elena's black curly hair and forced her mouth even further down on his cock.
Then using her hair as a handle, he moved her head back and forth slamming
himself forcefully into her face.
"You like having your face fucked," asked Sir Charles pulling Elena's mouth
off his cock for a moment.
"Yes, force it into my throat and spew your seed down my throat," responded
Elena in a voice that conveyed she was finding enormous pleasure in the sordid
manner Sir Charles was using her body. There was a large quantity of saliva
dripping from her chin. Sir Charles once again enmeshed his hands in Elena's
hair and forced his cock into her passageway. Ludivine was shocked by the
gagging sounds that her sister made as she witnessed the bulge in Elena's
throat. Ludivine recalled how several years ago, she had attended a circus.
There she had been mesmerized by a sword swallower and even demanded that her
father arrange for her to see up close how he managed to engorge a sizeable
blade without doing himself harm.
My God, his large member is in her throat thought Ludivine listening to the
odd guttural sounds that Elena was making and the hissing sound of her breath
escaping her nostrils. Ludivine was further shocked when she saw that Elena had
lifted her nightdress and one hand was between her legs rubbing her sex.
Ludivine held her breath as she sensed that Sir Charles was approaching an
orgasm. His breath grew more rapid and he made little grunting sounds until
finally his body convulsed. Ludivine was appalled by Elena's actions. Her sister
vigorously sucked Sir Charles cock while he squirted his seed in her mouth.
Ludivine felt a wave of nausea at the prospect of a man doing that to her.
"Yes, that's it, yes, yes, swallow it, Miss Townly," gasped Sir Charles as he
finished climaxing in her mouth. He harshly slapped his wet cock against Elena's
cheek. Ludivine was appalled at Elena's wantonness as she chased Sir Charles
cock with her tongue licking its tip.
Ludivine listened in amazement as her sister maintained the pace and intensity
of her mouth action. Elena's hand was a blur as she pleasured herself.
"Show me," said Sir Charles reaching down with his fingers to force Elena's
mouth open. Ludivine could see a small pool of pearl colored semen resting on
Elena's tongue.
Swallow it, like a good little whore," whispered Sir Charles.
Sounds of someone gulping reached Ludivine's ears.
She's ingesting his seed. How utterly revolting thought Ludivine? Women of
our class do not engage in that sort of disgusting deeds. Only women who sell
their bodies engage in that form of depraved behavior.
Finally, Ludivine saw that Elena had pulled back and was carefully licking the
head of Sir Charles cock.
"Such a pretty cock and it tastes dreamy," gushed Elena as she flicked her
tongue across her cock head. "I adore this part when I lick all the cum off the
head."
"You maid taught you well. You are quite skilled. Did your sister learn
anything from your maid?" asked Sir Charles relaxing back on the large sacks of
grain as he pulled Elena up beside him and kissed her. Her nightgown was open
and Sir Charles fondled her breasts as he spoke. Ludivine could see that her
sister's dark nipples appeared extended and firm even though it was a warm
night.
"Ludivine, that prude, not hardly, she'd probably die before she'd let a man
put his cock in her mouth. That freak will go to her grave a virgin," said
Elena.
"Perhaps not," replied Sir Charles. "Maybe her day will come and soon."
"Mother hopes to find her a husband in India. She has heard there is a
regiment of dragoons of unusual height. Maybe one of them would be willing to
breed with that giraffe, I'd love to see her with a cock in all her holes," said
Elena laughing. "A good fucking might improve her sour disposition. Here, let me
get you hard again so we can have another go."
Ludivine fought back tears when she heard her own sister refer to her as a
'giraffe' and 'freak'. How could Elena be so cruel? When I return to England,
I'm going to live at Cantwell Hall away from the city and my family. I'll never
visit London again vowed Ludivine. Elena has become as cruel toward me as the
others.
In spite of the obscenity of what she was witnessing, Ludivine, for reasons
she didn't understand, found herself fascinated. Ludivine watched intently as
Elena slowly stroked Sir Charles flaccid cock.
"First, allow me to pleasure you," said Sir Charles standing up and exchanging
places with Elena. Elena pulled her nightdress up as she reclined on the sacks
of grain. Elena spread her legs into a V shape and grasped her ankles.
"There, nice and open for you," said Elena. "Do your will."
"I see you've done this before," said Sir Charles as he reached down to place
his hand on Elena's sex.
"Many times, I love it when someone uses their mouth on me. They say the
French taught the English how."
"Another thing your maid taught you?" asked Sir Charles.
"Yes, Carol had the softest lips but a man is always best because after you
cum, they can stick their big cock in you."
Ludivine saw that her sister was not wearing any undergarments as her thick
patch of black pubic hair came into the candle's circle of light. I haven't
seen Elena naked since we were little girls realized Ludivine.
Ludivine observed with a combination of horror and fascination as Sir Charles
nosily attacked Elena's vagina with his mouth. His lips buried between Elena's
labia and captured her flesh, extending it outward with his teeth as he bit and
suck her female parts. Ludivine listened as Elena began to moan and sigh.
"Oh, Sir Charles, you do that divinely. You're going to make me peak again,"
sighed Elena.
"That's the idea, you cum and then I'm going to fuck that sweet little pussy
of yours," replied Sir Charles.
Ludivine had always assumed that her own sex life would consist of infrequent,
brief and unpleasant intercourse with her husband for the purpose of producing
children. Ludivine's knowledge of sex was primarily based on her observations of
domestic animals procreating while she was growing up on the Townly's country
estate. She considered their animalistic couplings brutish and nasty. Ludivine
believed that the sex she would be engaged in with her husband would be more
refined and on a higher plane.
But watching Elena and Sir Charles reminded her of the time that she
inadvertently happened upon one of the bulls slamming his giant cock into a cow.
The servants had been horrified when they realized the young mistress had
watched as 'Big Tommy' drove almost three feet of hard cock into 'Gladys', the
milk cow. Big Tommy had mounted Gladys from the rear. His great weight caused
the cows body to sag downward. One of the breeders had deftly slipped under Big
Tommy and aimed his cock into Gladys' entrance. The poor cow had let out an
enormous moan when Big Tommy had sunk his cock. A quick half dozen strokes and
Big Tommy had bellowed in triumph. When Big Tommy withdrew, a large quantity of
whitish fluid had gushed from Gladys' opening.
"Please don't tell Sir Roger what you saw, Mistress," begged one of the farm
girls when they realized that Ludivine was present. "He would be very upset and
punish us." Ludivine had noticed that the girl's face was flushed and she
seemed excited about what she had witnessed. Later, she saw the girl disappear
into the barn with the breeder who had helped Big Tommy penetrate Gladys.
Elena and Sir Charles intercourse also recalled that one other time she had
secretly watched illicit sexual acts, a time she had repeatedly attempted to
banish from her memory without success.
"Oh that's divine, lick me there, yes, right there on my little sweet button,"
moaned Elena bringing Ludivine's thoughts to the present.
"Your hole gushes like a mountain stream. You're a wet one. Do you like this?
They say only a true whore enjoys it," said Sir Charles taking a momentary
breaking from licking Elena's sex.
Even in the dim light, Ludivine could tell that his hand had slipped between
the globes of Elena's bottom. Elena had grasped her ankles and pulled her legs
further toward her head. Ludivine assumed that was something whores did to make
themselves accessible to their whoremongers.
"Oh yes, a finger in my bum and a tongue in my quim, that's best," said Elena
as she pulled her legs further back toward her head.
"Here, have a taste of your own ass," said Sir Charles pulling his finger from
between Elena's buttocks and presenting it to her eager lips.
"Sweet," said Elena laughing and sucking on Sir Charles finger.
Sir Charles has his finger in my sister's rectum realized Ludivine and she
thinks it's amusing. That is sodomy, an unspeakable perversion that defies the
laws of God as stated in the Holy Bible. Doesn't Elena understand that these
practices were the reason that God Almighty destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah?
Suddenly, Ludivine noticed that her own hand was between her legs slowly
rubbing her sex. Ludivine immediately jerked her hand away, shocked that she
felt a wetness coating her sex.
Ludivine recalled how the Vicar had preached about the undeniable attraction
of certain sexual perversions and how every good Christian must be prepared to
resist them or loose their immortal souls. I too could be tempted decided
Ludivine conscious of her desire to return her hand to that area between her
legs.
Ludivine's thoughts concerning the frailty of human morality were interrupted
by the sounds of Elena's orgasm. At first, Ludivine thought that Elena was
having some form of seizure as punishment for her vile acts. Elena's body
reacted in the same way as Sir Charles had moments ago when he had ejaculated in
Elena's mouth. Her rapid breathing and bodily convulsions imitated the male
orgasm. However, to Ludivine intellect, that was impossible. It was an accepted
scientific fact to the Victorians of Ludivine's time that orgasms were strictly
limited to the male of humankind. Females did not posses the physical capability
to achieve an orgasm. The best scientific minds of the age were in complete
agreement on that point.
Ludivine was well-educated thanks to the advanced thinking of her father. She
had studied science, mathematics, along with languages, art, and literature.
Ludivine had even studied anatomy. A subject her mother considered entirely
inappropriate for a lady. Her father and mother had quite a row when Mary Townly
discovered Ludivine pouring over an anatomy textbook.
How could that be thought Ludivine? There was nothing in the female anatomy
that approximated the male organs required to produce an orgasm. Without the
man's penis and gonads, it was a physical impossibility. I wonder what Elena
meant when she referred to her "sweet button", surely not the knob of flesh
located above the vagina. The most imminent medical doctors of the day were
uncertain as to the purpose of that part of the female anatomy.
"You can be rough if you want. I wish you we in the country where we could
make as much noise as we like," said Elena as Sir Charles mounted her.
"I take it you've enjoyed this sort of thing on your parent's estate," said
Sir Charles as he parted Elena's sex with his rigid cock then positioned it at
her vagina and began to push himself inside. One hand was inside Elena's
nightdress twisting her nipple between his fingers.
"Pinch them hard, " breathed Elena placing her hand over Sir Charles fingers
and squeezing the back of his hand to increase the pressure on her nipple.
"Carol and I enjoyed ourselves whenever we found opportunity, which was almost
every day."
"And how did you enjoy yourselves?" asked Sir Charles stretching both of
Elena's nipples upward to where it appeared he was raising her up off the grain
sacks by her teats. Sir Charles leaned down to take one nipple between his teeth
and pulled it upward. When he released it, Ludivine saw a double row of teeth
marks surrounding the nipple.
"Here, do the other one, bite harder," said Elena using her hand to encircle
her other breast and offer it to Sir Charles' mouth. Sir Charles unhesitatingly
sunk his teeth into Elena's mammary. He shook his head like a wolf attempting to
rip the throat from a stag.
Elena hissed in pain as she whispered, "harder, make it bleed then suck my
blood."
My God thought Ludivine. I would think that would hurt beyond her bearing but my
wanton sister takes pleasure from it. She has given her soul over to the devil
and he has made her that way. Ludivine saw that the two had now formed the beast
with two backs and were striving to give and take pleasure as only a man and
woman in the throes of passion can do. Ludivine listened in a combination of
despair and lust as her sister spoke of her lewdness
"Carol and I used to meet the Kelly brothers for a little fun when we were
at Cantwell Hall, two of us and five of them, sometimes they would bring a
cousin so Carol and I would have all three holes filled at one," said Elena.
"And your sister Ludivine knows nothing of this," said Sir Charles surprising
Ludivine that once again her name had been mentioned by Sir Charles.
"No, I tried to get the Kelly brothers to kidnap and force her when she was
riding on the estate. But they were cowards. I told Sean that we could grab her
off her horse, tie her up and take her precious virginity. But Sean was afraid
that our father would find out and have them hanged. I told him that Ludivine
was too proud to admit a bunch of potato farmers had been between legs and she
would say nothing. They were also afraid she would have them whipped and gelded.
She takes pleasure from whipping the servants at the hall. Ludivine scares the
religion out of the tenants when she rides her hunter around the estate with
those two pistols on her saddle. They're terrified of her."
"She is a very formidable presence but one I would like to see begging for a
cock," said Sir Charles.
"I would love to see those damnably long legs kicking the air as someone
plunges a hard cock in her ass and pussy. It would be fun to listen to her whine
and beg as the five brothers and their cousin took her. But I doubt that comes
to pass," said Elena humping her body upward to meet Sir Charles downward
thrusts.
"Every dog has its day," said Sir Charles as he thrust himself in Elena's warm
wet and hungry hole.
"Oh damn this is good. You have such a big one, Sir Charles, fuck me, fuck me
hard," begged Elena as she wrapped her legs around Sir Charles waist and drew
him into her. Ludivine saw that Elena's ankles were locked behind Sir Charles
naked ass and applying a recurring force to drive his cock deeper and more
forcefully inside her. Her tongue and that of Sir Charles were intertwined
outside of their mouth, long drips of saliva were falling onto Elena's face as
she hungrily sucked and licked Sir Charles' tongue and lips.
My God, the Kelly brothers, the five illiterate sons of a destitute Irish
family that father had brought over from their estates in Ireland thought
Ludivine. Uneducated, filthy, potatoes eating Irish peasants have been having
sex with my sister. She tried to persuade them to rape me. Elena is nothing but
the worst kind of wanton who will bring utter disgrace to the family name.
Ludivine watched fascinated as Sir Charles and Elena engaged in intercourse.
After a while, they changed positions and Elena climbed on top of Sir Charles
holding his stiff member in one hand as she guided it into her vagina.
"Here, allow me to take you for a ride, Sir Charles," said Elena moving her
body in a fashion that allowed her to control the tempo and angle of their
motion. Sir Charles' arms were extended upward. His hard hands were twisting
both Elena's nipples.
"Ooh, Sir Charles, twist my boobies some more, I love that," gasped Elena as
she increased the tempo.
Ludivine watched transfixed, as her younger sister's body became almost a
blur. Elena rapidly worked her sex against Sir Charles. Ludivine could see
Elena's hand was vigorously rubbing her sex as she raised and lowered herself on
Sir Charles cock.
Finally, covered with sweat, Elena and Sir Charles once again climaxed, this
time together. They rolled back and forth across the bags of grain, both
grunting like animals
"That was heavenly," exclaimed Elena once they had finished. "Let's hold tight
together so I can feel you getting soft and slowly sliding out of my pussy."
Ludivine took advantage of their orgasm to steal her way out of the food
locker. When she glanced back into the room, she saw Sir Charles looking in her
direction. Perhaps he had seen her.
Ludivine returned to her cabin and silently slipped into her bunk. Her mind
worked to process what she had just witnessed. She found herself recalling
exactly what she had seen and heard.
"Damn," whispered Ludivine when she realized that once again her right hand
was between her legs. She had unconsciously pulled her nightdress up and was
slowly stroking her own sex. I won't give into such depravity thought Ludivine
as she pulled her hand from between her legs. What's this thought Ludivine as
she brought her hand to her face? My fingers are wet. Ludivine cautiously
smelled her hand. Oh my God, it's from my sex. If I do not control myself I will
follow my sister into fornication.
Ludivine's restless thoughts turned to the one other man who had shown an
interest in her that London season, Major Wesley Edwards Huntington, the second
son of the Earl of Kent. Ludivine found it hard to admit that she had ever met
Major Huntington let alone witnessed the incredible events of that day. Their
first and formal meeting was at the Mayor of London's ball, an annual event that
signaled the end of the social season.
After Ludivine had been introduced to Major Huntington, her mother had
immediately informed her of certain facts regarding the Earl of Kent's younger
son.
"That is one young man you are to keep your distance from. If his father was
not an Earl, he would not be welcome in polite society," said Mary Townly.
"Why Mother," said Ludivine who had been quite taken by the man dressed in the
officer's uniform of the 12th Lancers. He was much taller and larger than most
of the men present, only a few inches shorter than Ludivine. Ludivine blushed
when she realized she was staring directly into his large brown eyes. There was
a white scar that ran from the very top of his cheekbone down across his cheek
to where it disappeared under his chin. A thick bushy mustache covered his upper
lip. His mane of curly black hair was pulled back in the military fashion of
the day. A broad chest, narrow waist, and shoulders that made two of any other
man at the ball completed the Major's imposing physical display of masculinity.
"Miss Townly," said Major Huntington as he bowed his head and shook her hand
providing a slightly greater pressure against her hand than was considered
polite. Ludivine was barely able to mutter "Major Huntington" in reply.
"Major Huntington is a rake, a roue, a seducer of virgins. He consorts with
others of low character and is known to engage in lewd practices. He has killed
three honorable men in duels, all husbands who challenged him for consorting
with their wives. He gambles, drinks, and to be vulgar, whores, with abandon.
The Earl threatened to disinherit him unless he joined the army. He is just
returned from Mesopotamia last week. In spite of his prowess as a soldier, no
respectable family will allow their daughter in his company if they value her
reputation," whispered Lady Townly as soon as Major Huntington had passed by.
Still, Ludivine thought him quite dashing in his red and white Lancers
uniform. But Ludivine was aghast when later she looked over to see that there
was a noticeable and large outline of his member clearly visible through the
white skintight trousers. The newly designed trousers of the Lancers uniform had
created something of a scandal in polite company. Many of the ladies present at
the ball glanced guiltily at the Major and his fellow officers. It is enormous
thought Ludivine when she secretly looked at the Major standing across the
ballroom conversing with his fellow officers.
Like me he is a good head taller than the others thought Ludivine. In spite of
what mother says, he is an enormously handsome animal and one whose height
approaches my own.
Ludivine had been pretty much ignored the remainder of the evening. Her
dancing partners had been limited to the friends and associates of her father
who felt an obligation to ask for a dance. Ludivine had been sitting quietly
pretending to watch the dancing when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned
her head to look into the face of Major Huntington.
"May I have the pleasure of this dance," said Major Huntington.
"I don't know," responded Ludivine eager to dance but mindful of her mother's
warning.
"I take uncertainty as a yes," said Major Huntington taking Ludivine's hand
and leading her quickly to the dance floor.
"You dance well. But I have not seen you dancing tonight," said Major
Huntington when they passed each other on the dance floor.
"Finding a suitable partner is difficult," was all that Ludivine could manage.
Ludivine was painfully aware that except for the Major she was more than a head
taller than any of the men present at the ball.
"These little men cannot appreciate your beauty. They see only their own
shortness of body and soul when compared to you," said Major Huntington.
"I take that as a compliment," said Ludivine. "You are too kind Major. Being
this tall is not in fashion I am afraid."
"You are by far the most beautiful woman here tonight. No, you are the most
beautiful woman in the whole of England," said Major Huntington. .
Ludivine sensed that somehow he meant it. They danced twice more before Major
Huntington returned her to her chair.
The ball was almost over when once again, the Major appeared and asked for a
dance. Ludivine ignored the disapproving look of her mother and quickly
assented. The final dance was a fast one and they were out of breath when it
ended. The musicians had stopped.
"Will you do me the honor of a walk on the terrace," asked Major Huntington.
"I should get back to mother," said Ludivine mindful of her mother's warning.
"I assure you I am not as bad as my reputation," said Major Huntington.
"A brief one then," said Ludivine. "I don't want mother to worry."
But they had not made it to the terrace. As they passed a small dark alcove,
the Major had wheeled Ludivine into the small foyer and pressed her against the
wall using his body. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he pushed his
manhood against her sex.
"Stop it," said Ludivine grabbing the hand that had slipped down her dress to
hold her breast.
"I want you," whispered Major Huntington. "And I want you on your knees
begging for me."
"Please, let me go. I'll call for help," said Ludivine.
"And you father would be required to issue a challenge in defense of your
virtue. How do you think Sir Roger would fare against me on the field of honor?"
said Major Huntington.
"Please, you wouldn't harm him," said Ludivine alarmed for her father's
safety. Sir Roger would no doubt have challenged the Major and been killed for
his efforts.
"No harm will befall him in return for a kiss, just a kiss," said Major
Huntington.
Ludivine had given up the struggle to dislodge the Major's arm from her
bodice. His hand was caressing her naked breast. Her nipple felt a spark each
time he crushed it in his hard-calloused fingers. Ludivine felt a low moan well
up from her throat as his manhood pushed against her sex. She could feel his
member through her clothes pushing into her softness. Her self-control faded as
she adjusted her body to increase the pressure she felt.
"All right, one kiss, but if you ever harm my father I will kill you myself,"
said Ludivine wrapping her arms around the Major and pulling him even harder
against her body. His tongue explored her mouth. She felt a hand lifting her
skirt and petticoats seeking her sex. My God he is going to take me right here
thought Ludivine half in panic and half in desire. His hand was slowly traveling
from her knee to her thigh.
All of a sudden coming to her senses, Ludivine gathered all her strength and
in a decisive moment, pushed Major Huntington violently away slamming him into
the opposite wall. He landed with considerable force, the back of his head
bouncing off the wall. She fled from the alcove only managing to get her
composure back moments before she rejoined her mother. The sound of his laugher
rang in her ears as she exited the alcove.
"Are you all right," asked Lady Townly looking at her daughter when she
returned.
"Fine mother, it's a little warm," said Ludivine.
"Please refuse any further intercourse with that horrible man. Your reputation
will be soiled by dancing with him."
But Ludivine had seen Major Huntington once more under quite different
circumstances. It was a month later and the Townlys were about to depart for
India. Ludivine had gone for an early morning ride in the park. Her horsemanship
was unequaled by any women and most men in England. She was mounted on her
favorite, a gray mare standing sixteen hands high and unmanageable by anyone but
Ludivine. Ludivine had brought her horse to a gallop and was ridding over the
wet ground sending great clumps of earth flying in all directions.
Ludivine preferred to ride when the park was empty and there was no one about
to stare or point her out. It was just after dawn and the park was deserted.
Ludivine had decided to give her mount its head. She was galloping hard when she
overtook another couple traveling much slower. The morning mist had not
dissipated and she found herself ridding quickly past the couple that were
proceeding at a much slower pace.
Despite the mist, Ludivine recognized the couple. It was Major Huntington and
a female, the wife of the Major's elder brother, Stanford Huntington. Lady
Caroline Huntington was a wellborn beauty the daughter of the Duke of
Hertfordshire whose marriage to Stanford, the future Earl, was the highlight of
the social season of three years past.
Ludivine passed them quickly and was reasonably certain they had not
recognized her. After her vigorous ride, Ludivine splattered with mud returned
to the stables where the Townlys kept their horses. Prides Livery of Hyde Park
catered to the wealthy of London whose town homes were not equipped to board
horses. Ludivine returned her mount to its stall and instructed the groom most
specifically as to its care. She was about to return home in her carriage when a
rumbling in her stomach convinced her she had better relieve herself first.
It took a few minutes for Ludivine to locate the second floor women's privy, a
place she had not visited previously. By that time, Ludivine's bowels were in
distress. The root of the turnip always seems to have that effect of me thought
Ludivine as her watery stool sprayed explosively into the dark hole and her
intestines cramped painfully. Looking about Ludivine decided that the privy was
filthy with an indescribably bad odor. Making a mental note to complain to
Pride's owners about the condition of the women's facility, Ludivine completed
her business wiping her ass on a not quite clean rag. The force and urgency of
her bowel movement convinced her she had made the right decision in not waiting
to arrive home.
I would have shit the carriage and myself. Father would have been furious
thought Ludivine.
Concluding that she would be late for breakfast and she had matters to discuss
with her father before he rushed off to his offices in Dockside, Ludivine
decided to save time by returning to her carriage by a different route. Prides
Livery had grown chaotically over the years and the buildings were cavernous and
irregular in shape and orientation. Ludivine quickly lost her way. At that time
of the morning, the hallways were almost deserted. She hurried along in what she
hoped was the general direction of her carriage. Unfortunately she was soon lost
in a maze of dark passageways.
Furious at her misdirection, Ludivine was hurrying down an ill lit corridor
above the stables when she heard the faint sound of leather landing on human
flesh followed by the cry of a voice expressing the resultant pain.
Curious that someone is being punished this early thought Ludivine. It's just
barely past dawn. Probably, it's a steward whipping a groom for some
transgression; maybe he was caught stealing. There's certainly enough of that
going on among the lower classes. Perhaps I'll watch him being whipped. After
the steward had finished, I'll have him show me the way to my carriage.
Ludivine was aware of her strange fondness for observing and even
participating in the corporal punishment of servants and workers. She found it
necessary on occasion to whip her own maids when they were lazy or failed in
their duties. Only last summer, one of the grooms at Cantwell Hall had
transgressed. Ludivine had ordered the stable master to pull the boy's trousers
down and hold him while she landed twenty-five blows with her ridding crop on
his bare buttocks. As an object lesson, she had insisted to the stable master
that the other grooms and hostlers watch as she administered the punishment
herself.
"Expose his bottom then bend him over. I intend to give him twenty of my
best," said a furious Ludivine after she found her hunter unattended after her
morning ride.
"It's not ladylike to see his naked bottom, Miss Townly," said Wakefield, the
stable master. "I should punish him."
"I care not for that. Taggart was left saddled and covered in sweat while this
lad slept. I do my own punishment here at the hall," said Ludivine.
"I don't think Sir Roger would agree to a whipping," said Wakefield.
"Damn you, Wakefield, you either do as I say or you will be looking for a new
position," screamed Ludivine.
"Drop your trousers, Tommy, and lean across my lap. The young mistress is
going to whip your arse and I guess you deserve it," said a reluctant Wakefield
to the offending groom. He looked to be a boy of fourteen. Like many of his
class, a lack of nourishment had left him small and frail.
The lad had hesitantly pushed his trousers down, his face red with shame. He
wore no undergarments. The other grooms and stable hands snickered at the
thought of the young mistress looking at Tommy's privates when he turned around
before leaning across Wakefield's lap.
"Hold still boy and bite down on this," said Wakefield placing a leather strap
between Tommy's teeth as he put one of his legs over Tommy's back so the youth
was held fast.
Tommy only managed to keep the strap between his teeth for the first dozen
blows before he spat it out and screamed at the top of his voice. Ludivine found
she preferred Tommy's screams to his grunts and moans. Ludivine was breathing
heavily and covered in perspiration when she delivered the twenty-fifth blow.
She felt exhilaration and a great pleasure when she concluded Tommy's
punishment. She had to fight to resist the urge to run her hand over the
brightly stripped bottom of the sobbing youth. She had added five strokes for
being resisted by Wakefield. She recalled with satisfaction that neither Tommy
nor any of the grooms had ever failed again to take proper care of her mounts.
Ludivine followed her ears toward the source of the whipping sounds. Twisting
her way through the narrow pitch-black hallways she finally opened a doorway and
stepped onto a balcony overlooking a first floor tack room. It was filled with
ornate saddles and bridals used only on ceremonial occasions. Temporarily
blinded by the sun streaming in from a nearby window, Ludivine kept quiet as her
eyes adjusted to the brightness.
When she looked down to the floor below she was shocked to see that instead of
a steward whipping a groom, there was Lady Caroline Huntington stark naked and
tied over an elaborate ceremonial saddle that was probably last ridden at the
coronation of Victoria. Although Ludivine could not see the ladies face, she
immediately recognized the long blonde hair and the light blue ridding habit she
had observed less than an hour past. The habit was lying on the dirty floor
along with lady Caroline's undergarments.
Before Ludivine could cry out for someone to come to Lady Caroline's aid, she
saw Major Huntington standing at Lady Caroline's rear with a riding crop in his
hand. The Major had removed his tunic and blouse. He wore only his boots and
trousers. His muscular physique was covered in black curly hair. He had just
administered a blow and Lady Caroline was writhing in pain.
"Damn you Wesley, too easy, strike like a real man? Again and harder, " sobbed
Lady Caroline when she had recovered enough to speak.
Ludivine fascinated for the moment leaned back into the shadows to watch.
Once again, the Major's powerful arm went back then came forward with amazing
force to land on the pale buttocks of Lady Caroline. Ludivine watched entranced
as the crop depressed the skin, creating a momentary white stripe that changed
to bright red as soon as the crop retreated. Ludivine could see a latticework
of similar red stripes that began at the very top of Lady Caroline's shapely
globes and ended only a few inches above her knee pits.
As Lady Caroline twisted and cried out in agony, Major Huntington slipped his
hand between her legs and felt her sex. Ludivine observed that the lady's ankles
were tied to the corner legs of the wooden horse holding the saddle. That caused
her legs to be well separated. After delivering the blow, Major Huntington had
stepped forward to grasp Lady Caroline's sex and was stretching apart the folds
of skin that covered her sex. Once he had exposed her vaginal opening, the Major
placed three fingers at her entrance then pushed them inside and lifted her
upward causing Lady Caroline to cry out in pain.
"Yes, dear brother, like that," sobbed Lady Caroline. "Show my sex no mercy."
My God thought Ludivine. His fingers are in her sex massaging her womanly
parts. What manner of wanton behavior is this? Lady Caroline is his brother's
wife and he uses her sex as if she was some strumpet he found in a tavern.
"You're as wet as any whore in London," remarked the Major pulling a
glistening hand from Lady Caroline's sex.
"Taste your whore's juice," spoke the Major as he reached over the horse to
Lady Caroline's mouth and forced his fingers past her lips. Lady Caroline sucked
greedily at his fingertips.
"I am nothing but a whore when I am with you, whip me again, harder," moaned
Lady Caroline reacting to the Major's fingers as he re-inserted them in her
vagina.
"Tell me what you want," said the Major calmly as he brutally stroked Lady
Caroline's sex adding the crop handle to his fingers inside her vagina.
"Whip my pussy," breathed Lady Caroline. "Whip it until I can stand no more."
"Beg me," said the Major.
"Please, I beg you, Wesley. Whip my pussy as hard as you can," whined Lady
Caroline.
"And you must agree to something that only a true whore would find
acceptable," said the Major.
"Anything, but do not spare my cunt, make it bloody and raw before you fuck
me," sobbed Lady Caroline as the rough handle of the riding crop twisted deep in
her female flesh. "
""You will agree that the next time we meet like this, I intend to bring
Captain Dashwood with me and you will gladly service us both," said Major
Huntington continuing to work his fingers into Lady Caroline's vagina.
"Yes, bring the Captain, anything just whip my pussy, whip it as hard as you
can," begged Lady Caroline.
"The good Captain informs me he has established a liaison with a young lady of
quality. She's barely fifteen and her father is a Duke. But like you, my dear,
she is born to whoredom and loves both whip and cock. We will tie the two of you
together. Is that agreeable?"
"Oh God yes, arrange it, whip us and fuck us together like the whores we are,"
pleaded Lady Caroline. "I demand it. If you love me as a brother should, you
will tie us together as sluts and force us to pleasure each other as you and
Dashwood apply the whip."
Major Huntington shocked Ludivine by leaning over and releasing a large gob of
spit onto Lady Caroline's anus. He moved it around for a few seconds before
sliding an index finger into her rectum.
"Captain Dashwood will want to fuck your ass. That will be agreeable, will it
not," asked Major Huntington?
"Yes, oh yes, please Wesley, you and Dashwood, all the Lancers, can pleasure
yourselves anyway you wish, just I beg you, whip my cunt," screamed Lady
Caroline.
"As you wish, sister," said Major Wesley stepping back and once again picking
up the ridding crop.
Ludivine listened as the crop whistled through the air. She watched as he
rapidly delivered blow after blow up in to the V of Lady Caroline's legs. He's
hitting her sex realized Ludivine. Ludivine unconsciously reached down and
pulled the skirt of her ridding habit upward until she could place her hand
between her legs and touch herself. She almost swooned with pleasure as her long
slender fingers embedded themselves in the crevice between her legs. Ludivine
squeezed her legs together capturing her fingers and forcing them even harder
against her sex. Ludivine bit into the heel of her other hand to stifle moans of
pleasure that welled up from her core. Ludivine reveled in the taste of her
blood as her teeth broke the skin.
Below, a fine spray of moisture appeared in the first rays of sun that
streamed through the lone window. The droplets were refreshed each time the end
of the crop landed with a loud splat on the quivering flesh between Lady
Caroline's legs.
Finally after countless blows, the Major ceased. Ludivine could see that his
torso was bathed in sweat. She watched as he pushed his white trousers down and
an enormous fully erect cock sprang into sight.
"Time to put my bastard in your belly, sister," said Major Huntington stepping
up behind a sobbing Lady Caroline and rubbing his cock head between her red and
distended labia.
"Oh for the love of God yes, put your cock in me and make a bastard," said
Lady Caroline. Ludivine could see she was trying to force her sex back onto the
Major's cock.
Without further ceremony, the Major lunged forward and drove his cock inside
Lady Caroline. There was a loud slapping sound as his thighs smacked against her
naked buttocks. Lady Caroline groaned repeatedly as the Major thrust into her.
Ludivine could see that the Major's spit landing on her asshole and his fingers
forced her anus widely apart until there was a visible dark hole. The Major spat
again and his aim was true as the large gob of sputum disappeared into the dark
pit of her open anus.
Sodomy thought Ludivine as the Major pulled out of Lady Caroline's vagina and
entered her rectum. Lady Caroline cried out as the Major buried his cock in her
butt. The Major's hand cruelly gripped her hips as he forced himself deep within
her bowels. Lady Caroline made little mewling sounds, as the Major's body became
a blur.
"Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass, sister," said Wesley.
"I love it and you brother, take your pleasure there but spray your seed in my
cunt so I can have your bastard."
After a while, the Major returned his cock to Lady Caroline's vagina.
"Since my dear brother Stanford can't fill your belly with off spring, I'll do
the job. I wish he were here to watch me make a cuckold of him," said Major
Huntington as he increased the rapidity of his thrusts. Finally, he convulsed
and fell across Lady Caroline's back. They both lay there breathing heavily.
Ludivine deciding it was an opportune time to slip away stepped toward the
door. Her foot landed unluckily on a loose board. There was a slight creaking
sound. When Ludivine looked down to see if she had been heard, she found herself
staring straight into Major Huntington's face.
A look of recognition followed by a smile appeared on the Major's countenance.
Ludivine hurriedly slipped back into the shadows and out the door. Before she
left, she heard a final exchange between the pair.
"What was that," asked Lady Caroline?
"Nothing, a rat," replied Major Huntington.
Ludivine never told anyone what she witnessed that morning at Prides Livery.
However, she began to dream about what she saw. Her dreams varied. Sometimes,
she was the one applying the crop to Lady Caroline's rear. Other times it was
she across the saddle being whipped by a laughing Major Huntington and Lady
Caroline. In her most vivid dream, Major Huntington entered her savagely after
Lady Caroline had whipped her vagina to where it was on fire with pain. Ludivine
would awaken from those dreams covered in sweat, her hands massaging her wet
sex. Each time, Ludivine forced herself to kneel beside her bed and pray for
forgiveness.
That morning had left Ludivine terribly confused. Lady Caroline Huntington had
gone out of her way to be kind and thoughtful to the Townlys who in spite of
their great wealth were not considered quite acceptable to many of the London
aristocracy. Ludivine especially had felt befriended. She and her mother had
been invited on many occasions to take tea with Lady Caroline and had always
found her to be a very genteel lady. Lady Caroline could play and sing
beautifully. Her home was in exquisite taste and it was apparent her husband
Stanford loved her deeply. Ludivine found it difficult to reconcile that Lady
Caroline with the sobbing, whipped wanton tied over a saddle and begging her
brother-in-law to whip her harder then give her a bastard.
Ludivine recalled every detail of that morning in Prides Livery as she waited
for Elena to return. She kept her hands firmly fixed to the bed railing knowing
that if she allowed her concentration to wander her hands would return to that
place between her legs.
It was some time before Elena came back to their sleeping quarters. My
goodness, could they have done it some more wondered Ludivine? Ludivine lay
quietly as Elena glided into her bunk. Within moments, Ludivine's ears informed
her that Elena was sound asleep.
The harlot returns from her illicit assignation and immediately goes to sleep.
Elena leaves me to worry about her and the Townly's reputation while she sleeps
like an innocent. Is there no limit to her harlotry thought Ludivine feeling a
real sense of outrage? I should like to take a whip to her backside. I would
whip her sex until it bleeds and then give her to the Kelly brothers since she
is so fond of that black Irish scum.
Ludivine had lain awake for the rest of the night worrying about whether to
tell her father about Elena and Sir Charles.
"Ludivine, all the women and children are going below to the ship's safe room
until this is over," said Sir Robert interrupting Ludivine's thoughts.
Ludivine looked toward the other side of the Enterprise to see four sets of
sails in the distance. They were much closer.
"Four, are we going to be all right, Father," asked Ludivine.
"Of course, dear, Captain Travers is confident that we can outrun them if
nothing else. The Enterprise is one of the fastest ships afloat. He's adding
more sail as a cautionary measure." Ludivine looked upward where the
Enterprise's sailors were unfurling the topgallants.
Ludivine hurried to that room in the Enterprise that was below the waterline
and considered most proof against a cannon ball. Her mother, Elena, and Oliver
were already there along with about fifteen other women and children. It was a
small space for twenty people and the air quickly grew stale and hot.
The women waited in silence for half hour then were startled to hear the
Enterprise's heavy guns firing a salvo. The cannonading continued for a long
period, each salvo creating a vibration that shuddered through the entire length
of the ship. There were other louder sounds that Ludivine took to be cannon
balls ripping into the sides of the Bombay Enterprise.
All of a sudden, the door opened and Sir Robert appeared with a wooden case
that Ludivine recognized as containing two matched pistols.
"Here, you may need these," said Sir Robert handing the box to Ludivine
knowing that she was a trained markswoman.
"What's wrong, Father," asked Ludivine.
"Blasted luck, the steering has failed. We're sailing in circles. The corsairs
are able to avoid our guns. We may be boarded," said Sir Robert.
"Robert, stay here with us," said Lady Townly.
"My place is topside, defending the ship," said Sir Robert fixing an annoyed
glance in his wife's direction before he hurriedly left.
After Sir Robert departed, Ludivine opened the pistol case and began to load
the pistols.
"I don't think using those pistols is a good idea," said Betty Humphrey, the
wife of an officer posted to a regiment near Delhi.
"Why, Mrs. Humphrey?' asked Ludivine as she loaded the pistol. Ludivine knew
that Betty's husband, Hubert, was one of those rare soldiers who had risen
through the ranks to the officer class. Such officers and their families were
constantly reminded in ways large and small that they were interlopers since
almost without exception, officers in the British army and navy were from the
aristocracy.
"You'll get yourself and possibly some of us killed. And it won't change the
result. If the corsairs take the ship, we all know our fate but some of us may
survive," said Betty.
"I'd prefer death to dishonor," replied Ludivine.
"That may be your choice but not mine and the others. I prefer to live," said
Betty.
"Your class always chooses dishonor. Well, I don't intend to be taken alive,"
said Ludivine with an air of disdain as she pushed the mini-ball home to finish
loading.
"Give me the pistols," said Betty stepping forward. "I don't want to die."
"If you come a step further, I'll shoot you through the heart thereby
preserving your honor," said Ludivine aiming the pistol she had loaded toward
Betty.
At that moment, the Enterprise gave a shudder and heeled slightly over.
"We're being boarded," said Betty as she stepped back away from Ludivine.
