Disclaimer: this iks a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Maiden Voyage
Southhampton - 1912
"What the hell did you just say?" Liam O'Malley asked the fat man behind the counter.
"I said, that her ladyship was very grateful that you offered her the use of your room for the night." the innkeeper smiled maliciously.
"I did no such thing." O'Malleys temper flared up, it was his last evening in town before he would go aboard the ship that would take him away from this besotted place forever.
"Listen to me you Irish swine, if I have the choice to rent a room to you or Lady Mary Wyndersham, the choice isn't really a hard one. Here take the 5 shilling she left you for your trouble and grab your luggage and get going."
"What about the shilling I paid you for rent?"
The innkeeper put another coin on the table, it was easy for him to be generous, as he had pocketed the sovereign Lady Mary had left for O'Malley. She was a real lady indeed, being a bit to soft on this Irish nobody in his mind. "Here, now piss off, there is no more room in this inn for you." If he was honest with himself, he would have given Lady Mary the room even without the extra coin, her father had all kind of connections to the real important people of Southhampton. And after all he was in the hospitality business.
O'Malley grabbed his gear and was about to leave the inn, as a young ravenhaired beauty passed by him. Her clothes, behavior and slightly upheld nose made her unmistakably a member of the upper class. Most likely the bloody Lady Mary bloody Wyndersham. He was looking forward to leave this place with it's stupid class system behind. America was only a few days away for him, a place were he would count for what he could do, not whom he was born as. He was a skilled carpenter, and enjoyed working in that profession whenever he found employment. Something that was only to rare of late. But the building of furniture had given him a high degree of appreciation of locks and hideyholes, so that when times were hard he had found a second vocation as burglar. Something that actually had begun to fill his pockets well enough to book a ticket in second class, and not with the great unwashed masses in third class. Still he had looked forward to a last night on firm ground in the comfort of an inn. And this bloody strumpet had ruined that for him.
As he left the inn he looked for another inn or tavern, something the harbor district of Southhampton wasn't exactly shy on. He already knew he wouldn't find another room, as he had been exceedingly lucky to even find the one, he had just been kicked out. He found a tavern only two doors further down, and decided to calm himself with a stiff drink. He entered the public room with it's dark wood paneling, and smoke stains, leaned on the bar dropped a shilling on the surface and asked for Whiskey until this was used up.
If he had hoped for a calming effect of the first drink, he was dissapointed, his agitation about the perceived injustice didn't get better, neither did the second or third drink help. He actually got angrier and angrier with that stuck up bitch, currently occupying his rightful bed in his rightful room. Filled with dutch courage but not entirely drunk he suddenly thought, that he really didn't have much to lose, after all tomorrow it was goodbye forever. He would sleep in his bed, if the aristocratic cunt was still in it wasn't his problem.
He sneaked back to the "Prancing Stallion" which he had left only a few hours ago. The front wasn't locked yet and he managed to get in and move unseen up the stairs to the room that should have been his. A skeleton key in rather experienced hands made short work of the lock on the door and he carefully moved in. As he closed the door he waited for a moment to see if his intrusion had been noticed. But there was no sound from outside, and within the room he heard the unchanged sounds of somebody sleeping in the bed. O'Malley crept closer until he saw the woman in the moon light. Her long black hair undone and spread out over the pillow. Shoulders covered in a white night gown made of a slightly shining material, he thought it might be silk. Overall the sight was very appealing.
He reached into his pants and produced his pocket knife and unfolded it. With a jump he was on the bed, straddling her body, grabbing her by the long hair pulling it back to expose her throat, against which he pressed the blade of his knife. O'Malley felt her waking up due to this treatment and before she could do more than open her mouth to scream he had pressed his hand over her mouth and said "If you make a single sound, I will cut your throat." For emphasis he pressed the blade a bit deeper until it broke the delicate skin.
She didn't make a sound, but he could see her eyes going wide with fear. In all likelihood she was imagining what it meant that a brute was manhandling her in the middle of the night at knifepoint. Her 22 years of sheltered experience had not really prepared to imagine all the options.
O'Malley forced a handkerchief into her mouth and tied it in place with a strip of silk from her night shirt. He wasn't here for conversation, and it amused him to see her outraged expression when he systematically cut strips from the garment. Using them to tie her hands to the head board of the bed. Still sitting on her belly he continued to explore the forms of her youthful body. The breasts felt spectacular through the silk of her gown, and he enjoyed splitting the material between her cleavage, revealing two firm fleshy orbs tipped with dark nipples. He continued to play with them, whispering into her ear "My dear lady, those tits rival the ones on the prettiest hookers I know.
He proceeded to widen the rip further down, until first her smooth belly was revealed and then the furry delta of her crotch. He cut to more lengths of silk out of the ruined garment and proceeded to tie each leg to the head board as well. Entirely ignoring her muffled protests and screams. When he was done her knees had come to rest left and right of her breasts. Leaving her fully exposed, or as exposed as the light was allowing. O'Malley was tempted to light a candle and having a close look at the treasures of the noble lady, but decided it wasn't worth the risk of discovery. And as his nimble fingers ascertained, the fleshy lips and silken folds where no different than with any common woman. What was different for a young woman of her age, was the tightness he experienced when he slipped a finger inside her. As well as to find an intact virginity. Most Irish girls her age where married and working on their second child. Here literally at his fingertips he had an unspoiled maiden, pure and innocent of the ways of the flesh. A state that lasted for another minute.
In a bit of a frenzy he tore his own clothes of and placed his hard cock against the soft folds of her sex. As she had been lacking any signs of arousal, upon his manual exploration, he decided to add a bit of lubrication, by spitting between her legs, smearing his saliva around her unprotected sex. Strangely enough this made the whole situation even worse for his prey. Being tied up like this had been bad and humiliating, but being spat on was the final straw, and the tears started streaming down her face, first for humiliation and then for pain, as with a ripping pain he entered her chaste body, and ripped away her maidenhood without any regard for her person or station.
O'Malley felt he was in heaven, here he was fucking a member of the british aristocracy, that had been raping his country for so long. And it was such a tight fit, he grunted with delight and she in discomfort and pain. Naturally he didn't last long, before cumming deep inside her. He spasmed and collapsed on top of her. "Do you feel that? This is me putting a nice Irish boy in you belly, in nine months you can call him PatricK Seamus."
Lady Mary cringed, pregnancy had never even entered her thinking, and given a baby by this filthy Irishman, the shame was unthinkable. Even worse than feeling his body heavy on her smelling of whiskey and sweat. But she had felt the heat as he had erupted deep inside her. Plugging her sex still with his deflating organ. The next thing she heard was him snoring. The bastard had fallen asleep on top of her.
After a few hours of restful sleep O'Malley woke up feeling a tightness around his cock. Surprisingly his strange sleeping position had not dislodged his cock and it had remained inside the young woman under him. He felt the tightness getting stronger, as the blood and interest returned to his nethers growing rapidly harder. Should he have another quick go at the aristocrat's cunt, a glance to the window showed that dawn was approaching rapidly. He would have only one more chance to make this an unforgettable night.
He withdrew himself from the young woman, who had fallen asleep herself. Feeling it would diminish his enjoyment of what he had planned next if she wasn't aware of what was coming, he slapped her left and right in the face until she woke up. When he saw her fear and anger filled eyes glaring at him, he positioned himself so that she could feel his organ against her ass. Sheer disbelief could be read in them as she realized what he was intending. This was only something that one read about in degenerate books, but nothing she ever expected to experience. But experience she did it, as he slowly inch by inch pressed himself into her back door. "Looks like another new experience for you." he mocked her. Not that she would have been able to answer, she was to busy screaming, and the gag only did a very insufficient job in muffling those. She was close to passing out when his body finally met her backside, and he was fully inside her. The following motion of withdrawing and pushing back in, made the time he had raped her almost tender in comparison. She mentally prepared herself for another hot swill of his seed inside her, but suddenly he withdrew entirely.
Her relief was short lived as she felt him placing his filthy organ in the valley of her breasts and smashed them against it. He then began moving his hips and she repeatedly saw the red head of his member, emerging between the white flesh of her breasts. His humping and breathing grew ever faster until she suddenly felt something warm and sticky hitting her face, neck and the skin above the breasts. Not once or twice, but for spurts of something, that when it hit her lips was tasting slightly salty.
O'Malley felt entirely satisfied and grateful for his decision to spend the night in HIS room. He certainly had a great time and looking at formerly haughty lady, he thought she showed proper signs of use. The sheets showed sufficient signs of blood to convince everybody what had happend here. If only his claiming of her ass could be as evident as his taking of her first virginity. His glance felt on the candlestick on the night stand and his smile grew vicious.
Ninety minutes later O'Malley was in his second class cabin which he shared with two other men. They all were excited to finally start their voyage into the new country. O'Malley felt it was only appropriate that it was the maiden voyage of this beautiful ship, after all the last night he had taken Lady Mary Wyndersham on a maiden voyage of his own. He was wondering if there would have been any way of also partaking of her mouth, but rejected the idea. She had been a wildcat and might have chosen to bite. He wondered if they had yet found her in her bedroom, legs splayed wide, all her private parts exposed and a candle shoved up her ass.
It was good that he was leaving the country forever, because with the connections of her family, she certainly was going to try to hunt him down, perhaps a change of name was in order once he reached New York. Afterall it was supposed to be a fresh start.
He went up to the deck and had a last look at Southhampton. This was certainly his lucky day, and he was sure he would remember April 10th 1912 for the rest of his life.
the END
