Lords of the Manor- Part 3

What have we ever done to deserve this?’ Thought the former Lord Edgar Lovemore as he crawled another foot along the salt-ingrained deck of the large cargo ship, which had now become his hated prison, taking him to lands unknown, working his once smooth idle hands to the bone. He looked across the deck. A few feet away knelt his former school companion and now former friend, Sir Kieran, his flame red hair now unkempt and dirty, with an orange wiry beard protruding from his cheeks and sharp chin. Ahead of him, near to the bow he could see his good friend and former school companion Lord Edmund, now also stripped of that once great title. Lord Edmund, until just a month ago son and heir to a vast cotton mill empire and his fathers millions, now reduced to the arduous task of splicing the frayed ropes of the ship that was quite possibly carrying some of his now estranged families’ wears abroad for sale. Below deck Lord Edgar’s younger brother, Matthias was laundering the sailors bedding and outfits in the steamy, sweaty galleys.

Such a fall in grace had come about so quickly for these four once distinguished gentlemen, all heirs to vast fortunes and empires built by their families. And all of it had come about because of two peasant girls! When we last left them, our four gentlemen had been enjoying an orgy of sexual debauchery with the two afore mentioned Scottish peasant girls, in honour of their youngest companion, Matthias’ birthday, in a low lit, sweet scented and comfortable bar room below the streets of their home town, Landstown. But a disastrous series of events had followed their post ejaculatory drinks! The round faced barman whose bar room it had taken place inside and who had organised the soiree (on several occasions!) had not been on lookout as he had been paid to do. Instead he had been leering through a gap in the door, watching the whole horny saga unfold, pleasuring himself as the noblemen were pleasured by the girls that he had provided them with. Therefore he did not notice the group of smartly dressed guardsmen strolling swiftly up the street. Guardsmen who had been tipped off by the illegal goings on of this soiree by a nosey cab driver who had earlier dropped two shifty looking rich gentlemen in this working class part of town, where they would have no business at that time of night other than illegal business! The cab driver was richly rewarded for his actions by the authorities, who looked upon these actions with contempt and wanted to stamp this supposed problem out within their respectable city!

Sir Kieran and Lord Edgar had been fighting over one the girls, Miss Cook, which had caused a din to be heard by the guardsman on the street. After spying through a small street level window the guardsmen had seen all they needed (as well as gaining a good eyeful of some really very pretty peasant girls being penetrated from every position!). They had burst in seizing the round faced barman, still with trousers round the ankles, his short fat penis now limp with fear! They then tore into the bar room causing fear, chaos, shock, anger and havoc, grabbing the naked noblemen, whose first instinct it was to cover themselves in towels and silken blankets. During the fracas, Sir Kieran grabbed hold of the fleeing Miss Cook and snarled, ‘You are going nowhere! I’m danged if I’m going to be shamed and sent down for YOUR filthy actions!’ But her companion Miss Robertson, all the more street wise than her young friend cracked a heavy clay wine jug upon Sir Kieran’s ginger mop of hair, knocking him unconscious and freeing Miss Cook of his grasp. ‘Run!’ Miss Robertson was heard to scream. Both girls fled, avoiding the diving hands of the guardsmen, who had been wrestling with the frantic noblemen. Both peasant girls disappeared into the night. It turned out the barman had paid them both before the evening’s session and they had hot footed their way back to Scotland by the time the noblemen were to be tried. They would be safe there and never be found by the authorities.

No such luck for our four noblemen however! They were tried, found guilty and publicly named and shamed. Their families fled to protect their business interests and disowned them. The noblemen were stripped of their titles and sent to work on cargo ships setting sail for distant inhospitable foreign lands. There they would be left, or made to continue their work on the ships, whatever the captain saw fit. Had the girls not escaped and vanished the gentlemen’s lawyers could have managed to use them as a scapegoat and had them hung, giving the authorities a positive outcome and the gentlemen their freedom and even a pardon! As it was, the barman was publicly hung as a warning to any others who pursued this line of business and the gentlemen, led snivelling from the dock to begin lives as prisoners.

‘Back to work! You so called noblemen don’t know how easy you’ve had it! And you blew it!’ Snarled the burley guard cracking his hard leather whip across Edgar’s back, causing him to yell in pain.