Lady Evangeline Stratford, eldest daughter of the second Earl of Hobberly, decided in the spring of the Year of Our Lord 1745 to sail to America in order that she not be forced to marry against her wishes. Aged nineteen and possessed only of the clothes upon her back and the loyalty of her ladies’ maid Mary Smith, Lady Evangeline fled Hobberly Hall by night, walking in the spring mud across the park to the Hobberly Arms in Rereton, where Mary took seats inside the mail coach while Lady Evangeline, well muffled in a thick cloak that hardly kept off the chill, waited in an unceasing state of near-panic at a corner table, her burning face to the wall.
“You are sure of your cousin?” the heir apparent to one of Hampshire’s richest fiefs asked her servant in a whisper, when Mary returned from her dialogue with the innkeeper. “He will be true?”
Mary Smith’s cousin Philip Norris served as first mate aboard a merchantman bound for Virginia. The success of Lady Evangeline’s flight depended upon his promise to pass her off as his bride.
“He will,” Mary whispered back. “He would, I believe, even if you had not promised him a farthing, my lady.”
All through the exhausting journey from Rereton to Portsmouth, Lady Evangeline tried to convince herself that she could have done nothing else but to fly from home, mad though the idea seemed to her upon the road, with the terrible jolting of the carriage wheels making each moment an agony of weariness and self-doubt. Her father had demanded she marry Mr. Worthington, the man who it seemed had bought a great deal of the earl’s vast debt. It was entirely apparent that Mr. Worthington, aged sixty-two, had speculated not just in Hobberly debt but in the Hobberly heir herself when he had gone about acquiring the notes put out by Lady Evangeline’s dissolute father in the course of his debaucheries in town. She had heard that the last few notes had gone for more than their face value, the owners having heard that Mr. Worthington had something on in the way of acquiring a pretty wife and a petty earldom in the debt market, and she supposed she should feel complimented in some measure. Hobberly Hall would require a massive investment of capital to reach anything like a state acceptable to receive visitors on the scale a man like Mr. Worthington must have in view, and so Lady Evangeline must seem to him an object worth having for her own sake.
Still, even with the honor thus done her by Mr. Worthington’s golden guineas, Mr. Worthington’s person offended her so greatly not only by reason of his age but also because of his reprehensible manners that Lady Evangeline could see, even in the jolting carriage with the uncertain prospect of a sea voyage in disguise as a commoner to contemplate, no alternative to the step she had taken. One of her two sisters could perhaps be married to Mr. Worthington, should they place a lesser price upon their honor than Evangeline did. She would take her chance in Virginia.
Safely in bed together in the Portsmouth inn Mary’s cousin had told them to seek out, Lady Evangeline and Mary spoke of what they would do upon the morrow. Mary would go to the docks and find Philip’s ship, then return when she knew exactly where it lay, to bring her mistress thither.
“Mary?” asked Lady Evangeline after they had settled the matter.
“Yes, my lady?” the servant replied in a sleepy voice.
“My… you know… is…” Evangeline felt her face get very hot, as it always did when she broached such matters to her faithful maid. Her cheeks, though, did not seem to burn anything like as warmly as the part of her Mary had taught her mistress to call her cunny.
“Your cunny, my lady?” Mary whispered, suddenly alert. “Is it warm from riding in the coach all that while?”
Evangeline nodded, biting her lower lip.
“Well, pull up your chemise, then, and let me feel it, to make certain you are as healthy as you should be.”
Feeling both grateful and ashamed, Evangeline obeyed her servant. Since the noble girl’s eighteenth birthday, her ladies’ maid, a little older than her mistress, had often inspected the tender cleft, with its sparse nest of curls. She usually carried out these examinations with her hand, but sometimes, as Evangeline blushed furiously, Mary laid her mistress upon her back with the bedclothes thrown off, and held a candle so as to see the progress of the womanly changes time had wrought in that sensitive spot.
Now, as Mary touched the place gently, Evangeline asked her maid in the thick dreamy voice that always seemed to come upon her at these moments, “Tell me again about fucking, Mary, if you please.”
“Oh, my lady,” Mary said, “you know how shameful it is.”
“Please?” Evangeline pleaded. “You know it helps… make me healthy.”
Somehow hearing about what had befallen Mary with John the footman seemed to make her maid’s inspections both more urgent and, finally, more soothing.
“I shall touch you, too, as I must, mustn’t I?” she asked. “So I can feel how John opened your cunny with his hard thing?”
“Very well, my lady,” Mary said reluctantly, “but you know I am not sure I did right to tell you about it.”
Mary rolled her shift up a little, so that Evangeline’s trembling hand could ‘inspect’ her maid’s cunny. It felt so strange and complicated, between Mary’s thighs, and the folds seemed to grow so warm to her touch, that Evangeline could not help sighing even more deeply than she would at Mary’s touch alone.
Evangeline, her heart beating fast, pressed her middle finger where she had explored only once before, when Mary had confessed that she had been fucked by John’s hard thing.
“Prick,” Evangeline whispered now, feeling terribly wicked but not knowing how to stop herself. “Prick. Cunny. Naughty Mary had a prick in her cunny. Naughty Mary had a prick in her bottom.”
“Oh, my lady,” Mary said. “Oh, please. I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. Please don’t make me tell you about it again.”
Evangeline’s fingers had grown very slick, now, and she could push two of them in, where little Mary now moved her hips in a rhythm that made her mistress feel faint. Evangeline tried to imitate that movement with her own hips, against Mary’s fingers, and found it came so naturally that it made her feel very wicked.
“You must tell me,” she whispered, her voice sounding strange and dreamlike to her own ears, “or I shall have to whip you, Mary. Tell me what John did with his big prick.”
“He…” Mary breathed, riding her mistress’ hand. “He told me to lie down on the bed, and to raise my shift, and I did, even though it made me blush. He took his breeches down, and he raised his shirt, and he stood over me… and he… he showed me… oh, my lady.”
“What did he make you do, then?” Evangeline asked hoarsely, her breath coming in harsh pants as she moved her bottom in little jerks under the maid’s touch. She did not know why, but even though Mary always said that she had wanted to do the things she had done with the footman, it made the fire between her thighs grow hotter to think that John had required them of her.
“He told me I must get him ready to fuck my cunny, and he put his hand upon it, and…”
“What did you do, you naughty girl?” She was naughty, too, so very naughty, to touch the cunny John the footman had fucked, to put her fingers inside it and feel how the prick had made its way through little Mary’s maidenhead.
“I could not help it, my lady!” Mary protested. “It felt so good, and I knew somehow that if I… if I sucked it, John would feel the same sort of feeling. I opened my mouth, and he put his thing inside. It was so big and hard that I did not think I could bear it.”
Evangeline’s cheeks burned as she saw the lewd scene in her mind’s eye. “What did it taste like?” she whispered.
“It tasted… dark, somehow… wicked… oh, my lady, just there… rub harder… oh… I am spending… I am…”
But Evangeline, sensing the power she had over her little maid, pulled her hand back.
“What did he do then, Mary?” she asked coyly. “No, do not take your own hand away, naughty girl. I am the mistress. Tell me your story well and you shall spend.”
The same thing in her heart, or, truly, down between her thighs, that had made Evangeline wish to deny Mary the acme of her pleasure, stirred the thought in the noble girl now that someone—not Mary, but someone—should do the same to Evangeline herself, because she had made bold to play the cruel mistress. Someone—John the footman? surely not!—should teach the haughty girl a lesson… should lay her upon a bed as Mary had been lain… should make her take his prick into her mouth…
Mary’s fingers rubbed, and her voice said, while Evangeline closed her eyes so that she could see in her imagination what had happened upon the maid’s bed when the footman had decided to fuck her, “John got over me, and pushed my knees back ever so far, and looked down at my cunny. It made me blush so hot, to think that he could see that part of me, and that he liked to see it.”
Evangeline heard a whimper come from her own throat, and she put her hand back between Mary’s thighs to reward her for telling such a shameful story.
“Then he took his prick in his hand, and he rubbed it up and down, almost as if he were polishing it, and it seemed to get bigger and harder while he played with my cunny.”
“Then he fucked you?” Evangeline breathed in a moaning voice, extending the shameful word to great length, as she put two fingers inside Mary. “Where I have my fingers? Oh, Mary, put your fingers in me, please. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Hush, my lady,” Mary said, suddenly seeming to take the power back to herself. “You must be a maid upon your wedding night, when your husband fucks you for the first time. I would take your maidenhead if I put my fingers in too far—and it hurt a great deal, at first, when John put his prick inside and began to move it in and out.”
“Did he do it for a long time?” Evangeline asked, trying to move her cunny against Mary’s hand more firmly, seeking the promised pleasure.
“Not very long in my cunny, my lady, I suppose,” Mary gasped, for Evangeline’s fingers moved very rapidly now, “but he made me turn over, after he pulled his prick out, and he told me I must have it in my bottom, too.”
Mary had told her this part before, but every time the maid narrated this most shameful element of her first fucking it made the need between Evangeline’s thighs grow. Would a man do that to her, someday? No—of course not. The heiress of an earldom did not allow such things.
“I didn’t want to, at first,” said Mary, rubbing just where her mistress needed the pressure most—the same wrinkly place at the top where Evangeline rubbed upon Mary’s own cunny, “but part of me couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like.”
“And what did he say?” Evangeline demanded in a whisper, for she knew the answer would make her spend.
“He said he would have me stripped and whipped by Mrs. Farnsworth, if I did not reach back and spread my bottom open… and… and it… it was so big inside me… oh, my lady, I am spending…”
Evangeline bit her lip, thinking of Mrs. Farnsworth, the housekeeper, and of the birch rod with which she punished the older maids. She had even watched it happen to Mary, after the fact of John’s having fucked her had been discovered. Mrs. Farnsworth had asked if Lady Evangeline wished to see her maid punished for immorality, and Evangeline, her heart thudding, had said yes.
Now, as she moved her hips in little pleasure-seeking jerks, she could not keep from her mind’s eye the memory of Mary’s poor little bottom, covered in red weals, quivering over the whipping stool as she learned her lesson for fucking, and Evangeline spent, and spent, and spent.
From his peephole in the wall, Philip Norris watched the naughty girls in their bed with the greatest satisfaction. Beside him, Captain Mountjoy watched just as intently through the other slit the owner of the inn, a good friend of the privateer, had let into the wall. The peepholes served such purposes as a gentleman pirate might have for watching the innkeeper’s guests. Those might involve plunder or passion—or, as in the present case, both motives might actuate the observer’s mind, heart, and loins.
“Girls get up to such tricks, when they haven’t been properly fucked,” the captain said in a quietly mirthful tone. “Even fine ladies.”
“You will see to that, Captain, I wager?” Philip ventured. Though he cherished a hope of leaving behind the pirate life into which circumstance had forced him, Captain Mountjoy’s domineering ways always made him eager, nearly despite himself, to emulate his commanding officer, above all when it came to the pleasurable use of young ladies.
“Aye, lad,” the captain replied, as Lady Evangeline writhed under Mary’s lewd fingers. “And you shall have the maid, for I know she is not your true cousin. She has been fucked, it seems, but perhaps just the once. See, she needs it just as bad from her mistress as her mistress needs it from her. Perhaps we should make them play together while we watch, and then whip them soundly for their wickedness.”
Life aboard the Royal Anne provided a great many such occasions. Philip had joined the pirate crew to escape a death sentence issued upon his head by a cruel gang leader in Liverpool. Since being taken aboard the ship that sailed under the guise of a merchantman much of the time, Philip had learned to exercise his masculine prerogative, as Captain Mountjoy generally termed the disciplining and enjoyment of pretty girls, with a judiciousness that had seen him rise rapidly upon the ship, until he had last year reached the rank of first mate.
When Philip’s ‘cousin’ Mary Smith had written to him, all unknowing of the ship’s true calling, Philip had shared the letter with the captain and received Mountjoy’s approbation to bring the girls aboard, where they would find a very different sort of voyage from the one they expected. He had felt some compunction concerning the girls’ virtue, but it seemed this Lady Evangeline wished for freedom, and no species of being appeared to have more liberty than a pirate at sea. Perhaps he could persuade the captain to let them off, with Philip himself, in America.
To that end, however, he would have to make clear his loyalty to the captain and to the shameful purposes for which the girls were intended.
“Should we go in and whip them now, Captain?” Philip asked, putting into his voice all the piratical coarseness he had learned aboard ship. “They have already violated your rules, after all.”
By the captain’s express order, young women aboard the Royal Anne were not permitted to toy with themselves or with one another unless they did so at the lewd command of a man. Many a whipping awarded for this very offense had Philip watched, the girls confessing themselves very sorry to have stolen their cunts’ pleasure from the captain.
“True, my lad,” responded his commanding officer. “But I would rather wait to reveal this noble hussy’s true fate to her aboard the Royal Anne. See to their arrangements on the morrow, and ensure Lady Evangeline thinks herself safely aboard a merchantman bound for Virginia. When we are well out upon the evening tide, we shall have plenty of time to teach these girls what it means to obey a captain’s rules.”
The Royal Anne did not present an appearance very different to that of most merchantmen, truly. When Philip led Lady Evangeline and Mary aboard, under the pretense that they must keep themselves well muffled in their cloaks for fear of detection, and bundled them into the captain’s cabin, he knew he could well rely on their feminine and land-lubberly ignorance to prevent their noticing how well armed the ship was.
Captain Mountjoy ran a very tight ship, and the crew of the Royal Anne—especially in port, under the guns of His Majesty’s warships—looked as seamanlike as that of any East Indiaman. Nothing in their demeanor, as Philip conducted his two unusual passengers across the deck and into the captain’s cabin, betrayed the slightest hint that the Royal Anne had for the previous two years taken prizes in the South Atlantic contrary to the strict interests of the British crown. Nothing revealed to the girls’ eyes that the ship’s captain and crew had during that time demonstrated what most Englishmen might well characterize as a shocking lack of delicacy with respect to their conduct toward the female sex.
The captain sat at his table with the ship’s register before him, and he looked up with apparent disinterest when Philip and the girls entered.
“You are Captain Mountjoy?” asked Lady Evangeline. Philip felt his eyes widen: he had not expected the girl to get herself into trouble so very soon, but he relished the thought of what would now occur.
Captain Mountjoy looked at Philip. “You had better close the door, my lad. It seems I have a lesson to give before we even warp out from the dock.”
Lady Evangeline’s pretty face betrayed great confusion, then. She looked at Mary, and then at Philip as he returned from securing the door. Finding no help there, she concentrated her attention again on the captain.
“I am told, sir, that you know who I am. I have certainly come into a dire condition, but I am of noble birth, and I expect to have it in my power in future to confer upon my friends…”
“Pray remove your clothing. Both of you.”
The expression upon Lady Evangeline’s face froze into a stare of disbelief. Evidently she wished, very deeply, to believe that she had mistaken the sound or the meaning of the captain’s words, but at the same time, since he had spoken so very plainly, she could not accomplish the mental feat.
“My lady,” said Captain Mountjoy in an easy, mocking tone that conveyed the furthest possible attitude from the respect that the phrase would have entailed had the captain of a true merchantman spoken it, “I wish you to have no illusions on the score of what sort of vessel you have boarded. Thus, I shall need you to remove all your clothing. You are going to be whipped for your insolence, unintentional though it surely was. Pray do not compound it by an intentional failure to obey me.”
“But…” Lady Evangeline looked desperately at Philip again. Now he had no choice but to make plain the trick he had played, nor did he wish to feign any kind of innocence. A young lady who had run away from home needed protection, and although naked service aboard a pirate ship would seem degrading to both the girls who had now come into Captain Mountjoy’s power, protected they would certainly be.
“My lady,” said the young man with a bit more respect than the captain had used, but still without the deference Mary Smith might have said he should have shown, “I must tell you that Mary here was mistaken in her ideas about the sort of ship the Royal Anne is. You must do as Captain Mountjoy tells you now.”
Lady Evangeline’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Philip knew the captain meant to have this noble girl as his own submissive bedmate, but in her eyes the younger man saw something that changed the way he thought about her fate entirely. She had looked to him, her maid’s supposed cousin, to rescue her from a marriage that would have sentenced her to a life of boredom at best and cruelty at worst. Now her gaze pled for rescue from the much more exciting destiny into which he had brought her—but with a spirit and a freedom that stirred Philip so thoroughly he knew he must somehow alter the captain’s intentions.
By no means did Philip intend to set Lady Evangeline Hobberly truly free, in Virginia or anywhere else. What would await her there, even should she manage to secure a station that guarded her virtue, would by no means suit what the first mate saw in the girl’s eyes.
He knew, however, that he must have her for himself, and he must have her submission not because she feared the strap or even the cat, given over a barrel—the most severe punishment a girl might suffer aboard the Royal Anne. Philip wanted Lady Evangeline panting with the same need for fucking she had shown with her maid in bed the previous night, not by any man in authority over her but by the young man who had given her adventurous spirit scope to act in the world beyond the drawing room of Hobberly Hall.
“Surely…” she began, speaking to Philip as if in order that she might not have to look at the captain. “Surely you will not do this monstrous thing. I do not know what sort of ship you mean… I do not, for surely…”
Captain Mountjoy spoke abruptly, his voice full of cruel amusement. “Oh, but I think you have indeed guessed the truth, my lady. At all events, it matters not at all to you now. I am the captain of the Royal Anne, and I require you to remove your clothing, for I am going to whip you.” He turned to Philip and spoke again with mocking politeness. “Mr. Norris, pray assist her ladyship in her disrobing, if you please.”
Lady Evangeline had turned toward the captain as he delivered himself of the news she had indeed so obviously dreaded. Now she moved to place the bulkhead at her back, withdrawing from Philip, who began to advance slowly toward her.
“My lady,” he said, “if you obey the captain, your service on this ship will be easier for you to bear. Do not make me rip your fine clothing. Let Mary here help you off with your gown and your shift, and learn your lesson like a good girl. Then when the time comes to serve, as you must, it won’t go so hard with you.”
Philip tried as he spoke to look into the lovely girl’s blue eyes the message that he meant to care for her, that her life had changed beyond even what she had supposed and that she would in one fashion or another soon learn the way of a man with a maid, but that he meant to make her amorous duties as pleasant as they might be for her. He thought he saw in the slight furrowing of her brow that Lady Evangeline had gathered something of his benevolent intentions. It nearly made him try to protect her from what she had in store here and now in the captain’s quarters. Much as he would have liked to accustom the girl gently to her new life at sea, however, he had no alternative: Philip could not allow her to escape her first lesson from Captain Mountjoy. Like every young woman brought aboard, she must undergo what the captain considered a proper initiation in the ways of the Royal Anne.
Now Mary, who had stood by with a horrified countenance as her promise of safety turned to a very different sort of proposition to that upon which her mistress had relied, made an effort worthy of one far above a chambermaid’s lowly station. The brown-haired girl stepped fiercely between Philip and Lady Evangeline, her hands clenched in little fists before her midriff and a defiant expression upon her face.
“I shall do no such thing, Philip Norris! Everyone said you would come to no good, and here you are a pirate, on a pirate ship, and deceiving good girls into perdition!”
Captain Mountjoy let out a guffaw, and Philip couldn’t help smiling at Mary’s bravery. The maid’s face grew even more rebellious as she faced her old village playmate, so close in those days that they had called each other ‘cousin,’ but then she cast a look at the captain that betrayed the fear she truly felt. And should feel, Philip thought, for Mary had of course done nothing but let her own backside in for as uncomfortable an initiation as her mistress would feel.
At that moment, however, a knock came at the door, and the cry outside it that all stood ready to warp out into the harbor.
“Tie these girls up, if you please, Mr. Norris,” the captain said, “and let us see to catching the tide. We shall strip and whip them before the men, and then break them in, once we have the harbor at our backs.”