The actual name of the place was Glen Fortney but the bleak nature of the Scottish land and the depressed economy brought on by the harshest of weather and seemingly annual destruction of crops and deaths of much of the livestock had given the holding a new name in the minds and quietly spoken words of the more than a thousand people. It was 1768 and these simple and people clung to life while living on small plots of rented land lorded over by Logan Campbell an overbearing but dull and rather dumb man in his early fifties.
The actual running of the holdings was left to the Overseer a man named Cormag who was thirty-one years old and who stood six foot two with the physical build of a great bear. Unlike the owner Cormag was very bright but at the same time extremely ruthless. He needed to be so in order to manage the vast holdings and often desperate people living there in their daily struggle for sustenance.
A call had come forth from the King for them to conscribe fifteen men for a regiment of foot being sent to reinforce the depleted army in Flanders. The call had come in the spring and they had ignored it as it was planting season and the men could not be spared under any circumstances. Having not satisfied the demand a new one had come a month before for twenty men and now that the harvest was almost complete the men had been selected and had departed a fortnight ago. Fourteen of the conscribed had been young men between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. The other six were men a slight bit older but whom had already wed and in some cases had children. Two of the married men upon learning of their selection had fled with their small families and had to be replaced by two other men of similar circumstances.
Logan Campbell had selected one man and allowed Cormag to select the rest. Cormag knew that Logan had selected the man for conscription because he had a very lovely young wife of four months who had just seen her eighteenth birthday that he had sensual designs on. In fact the day the men left the young lass Letitia was in Logan Campbell's bed with her sweet thighs spread within an hour of her husband's departure with the old Lord furiously pumping his seed into her.
While not as lovely the wives of the other five married men were quite comely and would be lusted after and pursued by the men lucky to remain behind. The selection in this manner was important as the women remaining behind, while still married for as long as their husbands stayed alive, would have little to support their existence. A prettier wife would garner the attention of the men remaining behind at Glen Forlorn and they would part with some of their meager holdings and foodstuffs in exchange for being welcomed into the warm bed of the lovely but forsaken wives. In the case of the young woman Logan Campbell would bed and the two that Cormag planned on claiming there would only be the single male substitute for their husbands. The other three women would from necessity likely prostitute themselves for a dozen or more local men to provide enough food for them and their children to remain alive.
It may sound harsh but frankly their departed husbands knew that this would happen and depended upon it to keep their women safe and alive while they were gone. If they were against all odds fortunate enough to return from their army service they would expect that a baby or two might have appeared at their homes. They would accept the child as their own as a cost of reclaiming their wives. If they were killed, as such a large percentage of those leaving were, then in most likelihood one of the men looking out for their wives would take her as their own either as wife if they were single or mistress if they were married.
The sun had just settled below the horizon on a very cold mid October evening when Cormag rode his horse up to the small hauden. The house was small with stone walls and a roof made from peat. There was a single chimney with a slight wisp of smoke seeping out and quickly dissipated by the brisk cold wind.
After tying his horse to a wooden stake in the ground he walked up to the door and opened it without knocking. He walked to the table in the center of the room and placed upon it a smoked rump of venison, a bag of oats, a bag of potatoes, a large round of cheese and an earthen ware jug of crude Scottish whiskey. He went back outside and brought in a bundle of wood that he had brought with him and closed the door behind him before walking to the hearth. He put two of the pieces of wood on the smoldering fire and placed some peat around it to extend the fire.
Retrieving the jug he walked over to where the only chair in the small room rested and sat down. Not a sound had been made or a word spoken. As the wood caught and small flames erupted he could see the room better from the flickering light and from the bed in the corner that took up most of the remaining space he could see her eyes watching him from under the covers.
Her name was Valerie and he had been besotted by her since she entered puberty and started to fill out. He knew that she had just had her eighteenth birthday and had been married for a year and a half. She had very thick raven hair, stood five foot three and had the very full bouncy tits and an ass that a man dreamed of in his bed on a cold winter night. At one point he had thought of taking her as his own bride but then had decided that he was not suited for marrying. He also knew that in time the conscription would allow him to take her as mistress and he would be but denied the initial pleasure of shredding her virginity.
"Feed her," he said when he heard the small cry of a baby that he knew she had born four months earlier.
The young wife threw the covers back and swung her legs off the side of the bed. The thick gown she was wearing had inched up her legs to halfway up her thighs and she paused for a few long seconds to let him admire her soft bare legs. She unbuttoned the top of her gown and let it fall all the way down to her waist revealing her large milk engorged tits before she reached down into a box like cradle on the floor and picking the baby up.
"I thought you'd be here before this," she said as the baby latched onto her nipple and began to suckle.
The sight of her legs and now her swollen tits cause his cock to begin to swell in the confines of his pants. He was a big man, big in stature, big hands, big feet and with that came a big thick cock. The women of the glen who he had had whispered about him and called him the Oak as they said he was hard as the oak and large as the tree itself.
Valerie had heard the whispers since she had reached puberty and had always wished that he would take her for wife but when that had not happened and when Colin, a fine young man just a few years older than she, had proposed she had reluctantly accepted.
