Chapter 9. Sold to the parson
By Wednesday, Milly and Gee were able to walk albeit very stiffly and Gee could
sit in relative comfort provided there were plenty of cushions. Milly though,
still ate standing or lying on her side on the settee. Fortunately, both girls
were near the same size and Gee could share her clothes with Milly. Both wore
loose skirts and neither wore underwear. Roger still applied the salves and
Milly began to get accustomed to the touch of his hand. Although she still could
not sit on the toilet, she no longer needed Roger to support her.
Surprisingly, considering the difference in their ages, Milly and Gee got on
well together. Almost a mother and daughter relationship with the daughter being
boss woman. The age and design of the house was now a frequent topic of
conversation. Before meeting up with Jessica, Milly had worked in an architect's
office and was adept at drawing plans and making artistic interpretations of
drawings. Gee certainly didn't have any drawing skills and Roger wasn't much
better. They agreed to collaborate on a book on the rectory, Gee would
concentrate on the people and Milly the architecture and structure of the house.
Milly had last night for the first time slept in the guest room and Roger agreed
she could rent that room at a peppercorn rent until able to get something more
suitable and provided she helped Gee with the housework when her welts were
healed sufficiently.
Milly started making sketches and notes on computer paper with the few pencils
and rules she could find. "I really need my drawing gear from home," she
mentioned.
"Do you have a key?" enquired Gee.
"No but I know where she keeps the spare for if she gets locked out." Roger
agreed to take her home but suggested he had better check at the Job Centre to
arrange it with Jessica.
Gee settled herself on a pile of cushions and opened her computer file for the
first time in a week and read through what she had typed. She looked at the last
paragraph again.
'"Are yer ready to try agin?" Somehow I managed to struggle to my knees. I felt
the chill air on my wet body but it would do nothing to cool the fire in my
chest. I opened my mouth and took the head of his pizzle in. "Suck hard!" he
ordered and I tried to obey but he still seemed unsatisfied. Cruelly he felt my
tortured bosoms and when I opened my mouth the cry out with the pain he thrust
that filthy pizzle in as far as my throat. Only when I started to choke did he
withdrew a little before thrusting in again. All the time I could feel this
monster thing growing in size and hardness and until he finally withdrew. I
couldn't help but look at it so close it twas to my eyes. It seemed huge to me
but in fact it was no bigger than some I had seen earlier. Still I wondered
however I would take it inside me.'
Checking the place in the book she started typing.
'I didn't have long to wait until I found out. Captain Jimo almost threw me on a
hatchway that stood about two feet higher than the deck. My sore bottom hit the
wood hard and I remember crying out with the further pain. The captain was
giving orders but I didn't hear them in my suffering. Suddenly my ankles were
gripped and pulled back over my head and I was forced to lie on my back with all
my private parts fully exposed and open to the sailors gaze. I felt the captain
push his pizzle at my entrance but had difficulty in entering me. "Boy!" he
yelled, "Get some spittle in her cunny and then on my cock."
To my horror, the cabin boy knelt between my legs and inserted his tongue. I
could feel his saliva lubricating me. Actually he was doing no more than other
sailors had done earlier but it felt more shaming. He then turned his head and
sucked on the captain's pizzle and deposited more spittle before the captain
pushed him out of the way and to the cheers of the sailors, thrust himself
inside me. The pain again seemed intense but as my own lubrication started, his
rogering became a little easier although I was too humiliated and sore from my
thrashings to enjoy it.. Some minutes afterwards I felt his seed flood my womb.
Unfortunately my ordeal was far from over. The captain allowed several of his
senior crew to roger me too. All I remember of that time was the seemingly
continuous raping and soreness in my vagina and the bucking of the boat as it
made its way, I knew not where and to a fate I could not imagine.
Some time later, I know not how long, I heard the captain again shout, "Boy!"
and wondered what would happen next. "Take the wench to my cabin and tie her on
my bed so she's ready for me when I get off watch."
"Aye, Capt'n." Boy picked me up and then paused, "Capt'n? Can I?......" He made
a pumping gesture with his arm which with my newly acquired experience I could
interpret.
"Aye," the captain agreed and I knew I would have to submit to yet another
pizzle. Boy, the name was a misnomer because in fact he was a lumbering big man
in his early twenties laid me gently on the horsehair mattress covering the
wooden bunk and tied me open to the four corner posts.
"I aint tied yer too tight so dinna yer try to get oot. Yer's no place to goo
anyshoo." His accent was strange but I could understand his meaning. I watched
as he removed his breeches and his monstrous weapon showed itself. It was much
larger than the captain's and I was certain it would split me and I was very
afraid when he climbed on the bunk. First though he placed his pizzle at my lips
and from what I learned from the captain, I knew to put plenty of my own spittle
on its head. Shortly after I cried out again as it entered my vagina, perhaps
fortuitously, still running with the juices of my previous rapists. Boy was very
much more considerate than any of the others. Whether it was because we were
alone and he didn't need to impress his shipmates or because he was naturally
caring, I know not. All I can say is he took his time getting his pizzle in and
only when it was fully enclosed did her start his steady humping. Lust then took
over and he vigorously rogered me until he spent his seed.
Later when the captain returned and saw me naked and helpless he laughed and
tormented by tender breasts with his big calloused hands until I sobbed with the
pain. His hands then turned their attention to my thighs and in between. I was
past feeling shame but just lay there and let his fingers poke inside me first
in my woman's opening and then my bottom hole. I remembered what he had said
earlier about a woman having three holes to use and wondered if he would be
using my bottom for his obscene purpose. I didn't wonder for long. Releasing my
ankles he re-fastened them to my wrists and pushed a bolster under the small of
my back. The effect was to raise my bottom so both holes were readily available
for his use. Once more I found his man thing at my face and he sneered at me,
"Yer 'ave better git plenty of spit on it this time, M'lady cus I'm a goin' ter
fuck yer arse! I di'na care if yer're a bit on the tight side. Guess ole
parson'll want yer open there like as not." I apologise for the coarseness of
the language in this narrative but I still remember those words just as he spoke
them and remember the evil grin on his face as he bared his teeth and then used
them to nip each of my nipples in turn.
I knew I had little choice. If I refused I would be beaten or his pizzle would
be forced into my bottom hole without any lubricity at all. Maybe both. Soon he
deemed it wet enough and placed it at my nether entrance. Despite my screams of
pain and my pleas he forced it in and rogered me there for what seemed an
inordinate length of time, until at last, he released his seed into me.
I expected the ordeal to then be over but it wasn't to be. His body collapsed on
mine but he did not remove his manhood. It softened and lay within me for a
while but after some ten or fifteen minutes, just as the pain was dying down a
little and I was beginning to accept the intrusion, so I felt it stir and start
to stiffen. Once more he started to roger my bottom, at first slowly but as his
manhood hardened fully, so his thrusts became harder and I was forced to endure
a further painful intercourse with this monster. It was made all the more
humiliating by his use of the coarsest seaman's language in telling me all the
obscene things he and the crew would be doing to me before I was sold.
Little more need be said about that voyage except that I was well used by all
the crew during the three days it took for us to close the Suffolk coast. In the
mornings I was taken naked on deck and tied to the hatch and all three orifices
used by the crew. When it got dark I was taken to the fo'c's'le until the
captain wanted me in his cabin. My only respite was at meal times when I was
allowed to eat with the crew and when I was allowed to perform my bodily
functions over the side of the ship. Even at these times I had to endure the
raucous comments from the crew.
I wasn't tied to the hatch on the third day but still had to allow everyone
access to my body although they seemed more restrained. Late that evening, I was
told to 'piss and shit' because this would be my last chance for many hours.
Afterwards my wrists were tied, a gag put in my mouth and Boy lowered me into a
large empty barrel. "'Ope the parson likes yer and treats yer well," he said. My
ordeal with the pirates was nearly over but another was about to begin.
Once confined, they packed around my body with canvas and cloths. A lid was put
on and nails driven in. I was terrified but couldn't do anything. My first
thought was they were going to throw the barrel overboard and drown me but my
mind dispelled the idea. Why would they make me relieve myself before putting me
in the barrel? Why put me in a barrel at all when they could easily throw me
over the ships side? Who was the Parson, Boy referred to? I noticed too, they
hadn't inserted the bung in its hole so I had a little air to breathe.
Cramps beset my body. I could hardly move and in the confined space the
movements of the boat made me feel sick which could have caused me to choke on
the gag. By dint of much effort on behalf of my stomach muscles I managed to
keep from vomiting.
After what seemed hours the boat came seemed to stop moving forward and later I
felt the barrel being lifted and lowered. Muffled voices came and went and then
I felt I was moving again, this time with the motion of a cart. The journey was
quite short and the barrel was again lifted and dropped on the ground. I
screamed into the gag but no one heard. Someone shouted to take more care and
the barrel moved again. It seemed to me there were other barrels being rolled
but after a while all went quiet for a short time until I heard footsteps and a
horrendous banging on the barrel. Piece by piece the lid was removed and by the
light of his lantern I could see a round faced man in the vestments of a priest.
This was the 'Parson' I'd heard mentioned.
He helped me out and removed my gag but didn't untie my wrists until I had been
pushed through the small doorway into this room. The room I shall never leave
alive.
I begged for some water which he gave me and to which he added a little brandy.
When I pleaded to be allowed to return to my family, his attitude changed and he
slapped my face. "Elizabeth," he roared as if in the pulpit giving a fire and
brimstone sermon, "I have paid a lot of money and risked much for you. You will
be kept here for my pleasure and will service me as you have learned to do from
Captain Jimo and his crew." He lifted his frock and I saw his fully erect pizzle
and knew without any doubt how he intended to use me. "As a priest I cannot
marry but I am a man and have the needs of a man. Some of the ladies in the
parish help with those needs but it is risky and infrequent. You I can have when
I want and in any way that I want. I see from the marks across your tits and
arse, they had to persuade you to comply. I shall do the same if necessary but I
prefer bundles of well soaked birch rods and in this old crypt, no one outside
will hear your squealing."
Without further ado he pulled my hair, forcing my lips closer to his member and
made me suck it until he spurted his sperm down my throat. He pointed out the
bed in the corner, and the bucket for my bodily functions and left saying he
would see me in the morning. It was in fact nearly dawn then.'
"What are you typing Gee?" Milly asked, looking over Gee's shoulder.
Gee looked up, startled for a moment as she hadn't heard Milly approach. "You've
got to keep this very much to yourself Milly. We may have a body in the crypt or
by now, most likely a skeleton. Had we been able to move better we'd have had a
look already but we've decided to leave it until I get the story all typed. It's
very sad and also very sexual. Seems the worthy Reverend Christopher Winterton
wasn't such a worthy man. He bought the girl from smugglers and kept her for his
pleasure in the crypt. When he was shot by excise men, no one knew she was here
and she starved to death but not before she wrote in this accounts book."
