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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 15. Robbery at Peregrave Hall

17th November 2004

[Little of any note on the home front so I'll go straight on with the next excerpt from Joshua's account. You may like to know The Angel is still a pub but these days has had to cater more for meals than for the local beer drinkers. The inside is now decorated with horse brasses and other agricultural paraphernalia supposed to add 'atmosphere' to the interior. A large conservatory has been added on at the back to give more space for the restaurant side of things and this looks out on to a beer garden with its plastic monkey slide and swings for children. I doubt if Joshua would recognise it now.

Derek]

Beatie and I moved into this house twenty-two years ago. Naomi had died about six months previously and the cook I employed to replace her did just that. She cooked and cleaned but never became part of the family. My business now only occasionally took me to the docks and I had a fancy to have a complete break from that part of London and the bustle and grime of the city. More people of a lower class were moving into the area, which made it less safe to go out at night. I wished to become a country gentleman although I quickly found that having lived in a town all my life, country life was vastly different. It took a year or so to adapt to the much slower pace of life and the way the weather and the seasons affected everyone's daily work.

This house being smaller than the one in Poplar, Beatie could look after it like a normal wife would. Indeed everyone assumed we were married and neither of us sort to disillusion them. I did employ a maid to assist Beatie for three mornings a week, the cost of her was more than offset by my not needing a gardener on account of the grounds being so small. However I did have to rent space at the local stables for my pony and trap but costs are considerably lower here for most services. All things considered, I was financially better off in this village than in Poplar and while I couldn't consider myself a gentleman in the way the large landowners could, I was by no means at the bottom of the social ladder.

Having been brought up with working people and owning an inn, I naturally visited the local hostelries. In the early days, I tried most of the ones in our immediate vicinity but the one I prefer to frequent is The Angel, particularly as it is only a hundred yards from the house. I've been going there on a Friday evening for almost as long as I've lived here. Friday's is when most workers get paid and the pub is filled and I'd spend a pleasant couple of hours in their company and particularly with Jack Filby who became a good friend even though he was only a lowly farm foreman. One Friday towards the end of my first summer here, the Angel was almost empty. It was harvest time and with the threat of rain in the coming days, every one was working late to get as much of the grain in as possible. I had neither the skill nor the strength for such work and my contribution was more to take a barrel of ale to them at lunch time and again at the end of the afternoon. It was dusty and thirsty work and even my small amount of help seemed appreciated. I had to suffer many good-natured jibes about my soft hands and my being a 'townie' but no harm was meant by it and I think I gave as good as I got.

On this particular Friday, I sat in my usual corner and Rose, the barmaid, put my tankard of ale in front of me and stopped for a chat. "I should ban you from coming here," she joked, "You take those kegs of ale to the men and they don't come in here."

"Yes, but you supply the ale anyway," I retorted, "The reason you would ban me has more to do with there being no one to flirt with and you consider me too old." So our banter continued until a man from a group of strangers sitting at the window table called her away to get them more ale. I sat back in my corner and listened in to their thoughts for they talked very quietly and secretly. I soon found out why. The shorter man was talking but it was the images and thoughts of his that I picked up. <<If this warm weather continues for tomorrow, and it is likely that it will, all the men will still be in the fields until late. We'll stay in the woods that overlook Sir bloody Peregrave's house until we see the maids take the master's supper to them out in the fields. That will only leave a few women and maybe a boy or two inside the house. The back door'll be left open so we'll go in and lock them all in one room and then take what we can find. Go to the main bedroom first and look for jewellery and stuff that's valuable but not too big. If today is anything to go by, we should have about half an hour before the maids come back. By then we need to be on our horses and away up the Dunchester road.">> I listened as he repeated his instructions to make sure the other two knew exactly what they were to do. My listening was disturbed by Rose who came and sat by me to chat until a couple of elderly villagers came in and she went to serve them. I left a few coins on the bar for her and said my farewells but instead of going home, went to our local constable's house and explained what was to happen without going into all the details that I'd heard. "Percy," I said to him, "I just heard a snippet of their conversation because most of it was too low for me to hear but it seems they plan to raid Peregrave Hall tomorrow evening." Percy looked thoughtful but didn't let on what he planned to do. It was no trouble to read his mind. <<"I'll get a group together and wait until they're inside the house and then we'll go in and nab them. Need enough men to have two stay at each door. That's six men and then perhaps four others. If we don't warn Sir Peregrave we'll catch them with the goods and there'll be no doubt of their guilt.>> "Would you be willing to make up one of the posse if I get one together for tomorrow evening?," he asked, "I don't want to take the men from the farm if I can help it." I of course agreed but pointed out that I had little in the way of fighting skills.

The next evening we assembled at Jack Flynn's farm which borders on Sir Peregrave's land and he loaned us as much of his workforce as he could spare. Jack himself drove us hidden in a tumbrel half full of sheaves to the back of Peregrave's barn which was about a hundred yards from the house. We all slipped inside the barn except for Jack's fourteen-year old son who we sent off into a nearby field to play and watch to see if the men came. He was small framed and a bit lanky so he looked younger than he was. As soon as anything happened he was to run and tell us. It would only take him less than a minute, he being fleet of foot. Through various cracks in the barn woodwork we could also keep an eye on one side of the house. I knew nothing would happen until the maids left with the supper but I hadn't told the others so I guessed we were in for a fairly long wait.

We heard rather than saw the maids leave. Their laughter and loud talk preceded our view of them. We heard horsemen ride up to the house and soon after the boy came running and yelling. Unfortunately it was his yelling that forewarned the robbers of our presence. We effectively cut off their escape but before we had time to get into the house, they'd bolted the doors. We could hear screams from inside but even with the ring, I couldn't hear what was happening; the walls were too thick. One lad started to scale the ivy to get to a balcony but before he reached it one of the robbers pushed open the balcony window and showed us Sir Peregrave's youngest daughter, April. The lass was about sixteen years old and a very pretty young lady she was too. She was bare from the neck down as far as we could see and it was obvious that her hands were tied. The robber held a pistol to the underside of her right breast. "Get back to the ground," he yelled at the lad climbing the vinery. "Everyone else back from the house or this bitch dies. Then all the other bitches in this house." We all retreated but kept the house surrounded. This was not what was supposed to happen. It was stalemate for a while.

Half an hour later, just as Sir Peregrave himself arrived having been informed by one of our lads, the door opened and three older women and two boys were pushed out. One of the women went straight to where Sir Peregrave stood alongside Percy. She was weeping, "Sir," she started, "I have to give you a message from those men. They say you are to keep well away from the house and any attempt at entry will result in them killing your wife and daughter and the other maids that are still inside. They demand, and that's the word they told me to use Sir, they demand one thousand gold sovereigns before tomorrow evening and a safe passage from the area. They're horrible Sir. They'll kill them all if you don't do as they say."

"They'll hang for this!" Sir Peregrave postulated. "It your incompetence Percy Thurgood. You should never have allowed them inside."

Percy went red in the face but remained outwardly calm. "What's happening inside there now Martha?" he asked the woman. "Oh Sir, it's horrible. They're all in the mistress's bedroom with their hands tied and with no clothes on. They held a knife to Miss April's breast and made mistress and the others undress in front of them. When they were slow they nicked her breast just enough to make it bleed, then all of them ladies undressed as quick as they could sir."

"How many maids are there?" asked Percy

"Five maids, all the younger ones sir and mistress and Miss April sir. I think they intend to have their way with them sir if you don't get them out soon sir. Their breeches were well bulging sir. They did say they would have fun with them. That's what they called it sir…"

"Have they hurt anyone yet Martha?" interrupted Sir Peregrave.

"Not really sir. Jenny got a clout to the head when she didn't move fast enough and of course, Miss April's cut."

"And we daren't risk storming the place otherwise the ladies are likely to die," commented Percy.

"Seems as if we've got to wait it out or you have to find the money, sir."

"And while we wait those buggers are raping my daughter. Even if I could lay my hands on that much loose money, it will take me longer than a day to get it together. The bank in Dunchester will not open again till Monday." Sir Peregrave looked distraught. None of us could see a way around the problem. We couldn't even speak to the men. We were still debating what to do when we heard the balcony window open again and April was thrust forward and we could see where the rivulet of blood had run but fortunately it didn't seem too serious. The man holding her from behind threw a vase and when it shattered on the ground a note was inside it.

"If you wish to talk with us, send the boy who so kindly warned us of your coming. He will not be harmed unless there is some trickery on your part."

Jack Flynn was firmly against allowing his son to go inside the building. "You don't seriously expect me to send Paul in there where there are armed robbers, do you?" he protested. The fourteen-year-old would certainly be no match for three armed and seemingly ruthless men, that we knew, but would they harm the messenger? Or would they harm the girls if we didn't send him? It was a dilemma and one where at the moment the ring couldn't assist. Those of us around Sir Peregrave were about equally split as to whether the lad should be sent in. We debated the alternatives but there were none. However it was the lad himself that decided the issue. He dashed towards the door. They must have been watching because the instant he got to the door so it opened and he ran straight in. It quickly closed behind him. A quarter of an hour later the window opened again and the boy stepped on to the balcony. He too was naked but he waved to show he was unharmed and then shouted to us that we were to move further from the building. A little later, in the failing light, he ran from the house, still naked with his prick semi-erect, direct to Sir Peregrave.

"Sir, they told me to remind you that any attempt to break into the house tonight would result in one or more of the ladies being killed. They also said they would cut one of Miss April's tits off and send it to you if the money and their safe passage weren't forthcoming by tomorrow evening. I'm to take your answer back while it is still light enough for them to see me otherwise one of the maids will die." Jack hugged his son but he pulled away. Percy tried to question the boy but Paul said, "I've been told not to say any more or talk to anyone other than Sir Peregrave. I have to stand away from the rest of you and you sir, must be the only one to come close when you are ready with your answer. They are watching us sir and the short one has his knife ready to hurt Miss April sir."

Here I was at an advantage to the others. I didn't need to be close or to hear his words. Just as long as he thought about what went on inside, that was enough for me to get a clear picture. Paul's mind went over the events. I've sorted the jumble of thoughts to make them readable. <<"Upstairs," the man ordered after slamming the door shut. "Wow!" All those naked ladies. Seven of them, all sitting round the walls showing their tits and cunts. Must have been told not to cover themselves up. And that Miss April, God she's pretty, made my prick get hard to see her with nothing on. "Get your clothes off too boy!" I hated the way he pushed the knife towards April's other tit. It didn't take too long to shuck out of my few clothes and then the men laughed when I turned away to remove my breeches. How embarrassing it was when they made me show my prick to the ladies. I couldn't help getting a hard-on. "That's right boy, that's what those girls want to see. They'll see and feel it later," the short bloke said. I wonder if I will get to fuck one of them? At least they won't laugh at me like Betty did. "Go out on to the balcony and wave to them and tell them to move further away from the building while I think what to tell you to say to them," Shorty said. The short bloke seemed to be in charge and he seemed also to be the meanest one. Then one of the maids, she was pretty too, started squealing. I saw why when I went back. One of the three, the long haired one, had her over the bed and was putting his prick into her. Not like I've seen dad do it but more like a bull does a cow, from the back. He rammed her good too. The others looked a bit shocked so I guessed they would be fucked too. I couldn't help it if my prick stiffened even more. Maybe I'll get to do one if they let me go back. I think they'll have to. I'm sure they'll hurt one of them if I don't. They're very mean and I guess they'll hang if they get caught. Perhaps...">>

"Take this message back to them boy," Sir Peregrave went to him, "Say Sir Peregrave will ride to see the bank manager tonight to see if he will open the bank and supply the funds. It should be closed now until Monday. Please plead with them not to defile my wife and daughter." As the boy hurried to the house, his mind said, "Not much chance of that if the maid was anything to go by." Darkness fell and I could see nothing more was going to happen outside the house until Sir Peregrave came back from Dunchester so I went home to bed. I was up again at first light and after a quick plate of porridge went to the house and joined those who'd been there all night. There was nothing much to report. Candles had burned in the mistress's bedroom for a while and always it had seemed that one of them was watching from the little clock turret that spouted like a miniature church spire from the centre of the roof.

Sir Peregrave returned about eight almost empty-handed. The safe needed three keys to open and each key was held by a different employee. One of them had gone to Sandswick to see a sick relative that weekend. The director had been able to find nearly fifty sovereigns of his own money but that was all. We doubted it would be enough when they'd asked for a thousand. The director was sending someone over to Sandswick but doubted they would be back before nightfall especially as they didn't know where in Sandswick the man went and it's a sprawling place. Then the safe had to be opened and the money brought from Dunchester to here. There seemed no way it could be done before nightfall.

When he'd explained all this to us, we all were concerned as to what the men would do. Would they accept it as true and extend the time or would they disbelieve us and harm one of the girls? We watched as Sir Peregrave walked gravely to an open space and waved. A few minutes later, Paul appeared and, still naked, ran across the grass. We all noticed that his prick hung down and looked well used. Jack called out, "Are you alright son?" "Yes, Dad, I'm fine," he called back and then reminded everyone that he must only speak with Sir Peregrave. "How's my daughter? How's my wife?" Sir Peregrave asked most anxiously. Paul was rather guarded in his reply and I could hear his mind remembering the way both of them had been fucked. "They're not hurt Sir. That's all I'm told to say. It's not wise to talk about what happened in the house. I'm being watched and they'll force me to talk when I get back." The lengthy explanation the boy was given for the delay in getting the money was told in so many words that the boy became confused and asked, "Can you write it down sir please. I don't wish to get it wrong." Of course no one had pen or paper but someone ran to a nearby house and returned with the materials and Sir Peregrave wrote the note. This gave me chance to read Paul's thoughts. As soon as Paul returned last night and the place was properly barred, Shorty forced April on to the bed and 'Zeb' the third member of the trio put her mother alongside her head to tail and then the two men fucked them both. Shorty forcibly took April's virginity and the wiped his blood smeared prick on her breasts after he'd finished. Both sobbed bitterly and although Paul felt sorry for them, his prick hardened. Shorty then asked the boy, "Which one of the maids would you like to fuck?" Paul didn't know how to answer and stuttered a bit so Shorty ordered a maid by the name of Lizzie to lie on the floor and told Paul to fuck her. "She's the youngest of them and nearest to your age boy. Fuck her good and fuck her as often as you like." When Paul was still reluctant to do so, Shorty slapped the mistress's breasts hard and made her cry out. Paul enjoyed the experience with Lizzie and fucked her twice more a little before dawn. Lizzie didn't seem to mind too much and Paul wondered if he would be allowed to fuck the others or even April. Long Hair had one of the other maids but before breakfast April and her mother had been fucked twice more. The robbers seemed to enjoy defiling them probably because of their position in society.

Early morning Lizzie was partly released but had her ankles tied with a hobble so she could only take short steps. They then tied a rope tied around Paul's and Lizzie's waists with about six feet between them. "Get some breakfast for all of us," Shorty ordered, "No tricks otherwise I'm sure you can guess who gets hurt." It took a little while but they managed porridge and ham and eggs. The rope nearly caused a disaster getting the food up the stairs but they caught themselves just in time. None of the prisoners or Paul was allowed a knife but their wrists were temporarily freed but they daren't attempt to escape because of the risk to others. Several of the maids pleaded that they needed to piss so Lizzie and Paul were sent to bring a bucket and everyone had to use that. Even the mistress and April had to perform in front of the maids and the men.

Paul ran back with the note and the bag of sovereigns. Hours later Paul returned. This time cloth was bound round his mouth. He ran up to Sir Peregrave, gave him a note and ran back a few yards and sat down. It was obvious he was not to talk to us and had to wait for a reply.

'Your tardiness to produce the money and a guarantee of safe passage had already resulted in your wife and daughter being well fucked. They will now be whipped and fucked in the arse.'

Sir Peregrave fumed but then took a pen and replied,

'Sirs, I am doing all that I am able to secure the money and the constable is arranging for your horses to be ready and for you to leave by the Dunchester road. Please, I beg you, leave my wife and daughter alone until I can finally arrange things to your satisfaction.'

I didn't have much time to learn what was going on inside the house and Paul's thoughts were mainly concerned with Lizzie. He'd fucked her again but apparently the robbers had worn themselves out and needed a little time to recover.

An hour later April and her mother were paraded on the balcony, their backs and arses livid with the stripes from having received a sound thrashing. Sir Peregrave was very angry and shouted at everyone around him, particularly at Percy but there was nothing we could do. A woman relative tried to calm him but he brushed her aside.

The bank manager had come up with a further two bags of fifty sovereigns which were donated by friends of Sir Peregrave and these arrived a little after midday. Sir Peregrave wrote a note and held the bags aloft. Paul came and looked distressed. The sight and sounds of the women being thrashed had upset him. He held another note.

'We'll flog their front's next if sufficient money is not forthcoming before sunset.'

Paul's mind was filled with images of the flogging and the screams of all the women in the room. As if this wasn't bad enough the sight of the two screaming when their arses were forced and fucked almost made him faint. Some of the maids did swoon away.

Sir Peregrave added further pleas to his note and sent Paul back.

"We've got to get into the house, Thurgood. They'll never wait long enough for the money to come through. Even if it does, there's nothing to say they won't kill them any way." He berated Percy loudly for his handling of the robbery and this was overheard by one of the scullery maids, a middle aged, sour-faced woman.

"You should ask Rogers how to get in sir. He does it when he gets back late from seeing his strumpet sir." Rogers, a lean, lanky fellow, was brought to us and at first he didn't admit anything until Sir Peregrave promised he wouldn't take any action against him for the breaches of house rules. "There's a window at the back sir, where the catch is lose and the vine is thick. I've trimmed the vine in places so I know where to put my feet even in the dark and I always take a table knife with me to slip in the window join and lift the catch. It's easy sir and since I put fat on the hinges, it makes little noise. Sorry sir, but Rona and me don't get much time to meet and we hopes to marry soon." The boy looked shamefaced and half expected to be sacked.

Percy spoke before the master could reply. "You can get in without anyone knowing and you could unlock the back door? Quietly?" "Yes sir," Rogers answered confidently. We discussed how we might surprise the robbers and overpower them but Sir Peregrave was still concerned as to what might happen to his wife and daughter before then. Late afternoon a messenger from Sandswick informed us that the third keyholder had been found and was making his way back to Dunchester. They would open the vault at first light and the money would be here mid-morning. Sir Peregrave wrote another note and held it up. Paul came out looking a little weary and his prick looked as if it had been well used. "Have they beaten the ladies any more?" he was asked when Sir Peregrave handed him the note. The boy almost imperceptibly shook his head. <<"They've been well fucked though and they made me do April,">> I read as the boy turned and hastened back. We sat and waited quietly straining our ears to catch any sound that might reveal that the robbers were whipping the ladies again but all was quiet.

Percy ordered a fire be lit in the front of the house. They'd lit one the previous night as the air got quite chill when darkness fell. This time he wanted a bigger one with more people there to distract the watchers attention. That night the candles went out earlier and we hoped it was because the robbers were weary from all their fucking and having been awake the previous night. I'd brought a cask of ale from the Angel before sunset and Percy told people to act like they were having a party but to keep sober. The candles had been extinguished for an hour when Percy, Rogers and three other men two of whom were poachers and the other a gamekeeper blackened their faces and put woollen socks over their boots. Jethro, one of the poachers, told Percy to stay well behind them, as his big clomping feet would soon give them away. Singly they made their way in the darkness and although I had sight of the back door and knew what they were doing, I didn't see them arrive there. These men were used to walking unseen in the night. I did catch a fleeting glimpse of Rogers as he ran across an open area but I doubted if those inside could have seen him. Long minutes later the back door cracked open. Those around the fire had no idea of what was going on and kept carousing which I hoped was a good thing. Sir Peregrave shaking, stood alongside me in the shadows and we waited for seemingly ages. I knew he wanted to go in but was persuaded the others were more likely to be successful if he was out of the way. At least the silence from inside was a good sign. The men were inside and undetected. Suddenly there was a terrible scream as the man in the tower plunged over the parapet to his death. Inside there was turmoil with screams from the women but it quickly subsided and candles were lit. We made our way inside.

Both robbers were laid out cold on the floor and Percy and the poachers were securing them with rope from the freed victims. I took in the sight of the naked ladies but they quickly found sheets and covering for themselves. The gamekeeper had made his way to the tower and tipped the long-haired one over the edge while the poachers armed with cudgels, made their way to the bedroom. With eyes used to the darkness, the dim light from the bonfire was sufficient for them to see the villains and before they woke were knocked senseless. Mistress Peregrave and Miss April were in bad shape and barely moved until the maids recovered sufficiently themselves to help them.

I often wonder what would have happened if I hadn't worn the ring and the robbery had gone ahead as planned. Certainly there would have been fewer traumas to the victims and it would have been most unlikely they would have been raped or thrashed in such a vicious way. Sir Peregrave would have lost a few jewels and a little money but that would have been all. Now he had to contend with women who had suffered greatly. Worse was to come. April and Lizzie both became pregnant. The father of April's child would never be known but Paul was the only one to fuck Lizzie. Although he was still young and rather immature for his age, her parents forced him to marry her but it seemed to work out and she had four more children by him. April's child was given for adoption and she moved from the area to live with her sister and I heard no more of her. The two robbers were later hanged outside Dunchester prison.

Looking back on it all now, I realised that it would have been far better for me to have kept quiet on what I learned in The Angel but at the time I thought I was acting in everyone's best interest. The ring doesn't always work to advantage. However, I tell myself, that had not Paul alerted the robbers it could so easily have worked out as we'd planned – but then Paul would not have married Lizzie.