The Highwayman

The single gas lantern did little to combat the shadows that seeped out from every corner of the crowded coach. It seemed to suit the rest of the occupants. She skimmed the rest of the female faces surrounding her, finding all their eyes closed and their heads reclined in sleep. Or feigning sleep. She was tempted to cause some sort of quiet disturbance just to see if any head turned her head. At least she may have some conversation then.

All of the young women around her were obviously refined ladies of the gentry. They all had brought a maid or abigail with them as travel companions, but due to seating by rank, all the travel companions had ended up in a separate coach away from the ladies of title. She, Lady Sohpia, daughter of an Earl of the realm, was traveling to her see her sister and her new husband in their country house.

Sunset had came and gone hours ago, and still they bounced along at an alarmingly fast pace for the driver to be able to navigate in the night. The lamps that lit his way from the front of the carriage did not cast light all that far ahead.

Sophia's eyes cast over to the woman sitting next to her. While her looks were not the current style, the woman was glaringly stunning. And earlier, while the ladies had made polite conversation as the stage had began rolling, this mysterious lady had been looking at her in an unnerving way. Almost as if the lady was examining her as a man's lustful eye would. Sophia had moistened her lips, finding her heart thudding and surprised at the tightening in the pit of her stomach when she had realized the lady's interest. But surely, she was mistaken.

As the night had worn on, each lady had one by one faded off to sleep. The mysterious lady beside her had accidentally brushed her hand. Sophia felt badly at the way that she had jumped, and in nervousness slid to the side. The lady had given her a faint smile, then reclined her head and seemed to fall asleep with the rest. Terming the lady as mysterious was more from the sense that there was much more to her than she let on. She had given the name of Lady Anise Willoughby, though had given no explanation as to how she was given the distinction of 'Lady'.

Sophia sighs, reaching up and lifting the heavy leather cover that is pulled across the window beside her and looks out into the rushing shadowed landscape. Dust instantly begins to creep up into the opening, but for the moment Sophia pays it no mind. She had practically memorized each sleeping face around her and needed a change of scenery.

The gun shot took her completely by surprise. When she saw the body of the driver slump over the side and go rolling on the ground, she was so shocked she could not even make a sound. The coach increased in speed and veered off the road. The uneven ground began to toss each of them around enough to make them bounce up off of the seats. Each of her traveling companions woke instantly up. Some began to cry out, while others tried to find hand holds.

Sophia had already gripped the window and the edge of the seat beneath her, bracing her feet across on the other seat. Her short stature was no help however and she soon lost her footing and began to bounce around the seat again. Anise was much taller. She had easily braced herself with her feet against the other seat. Now her slender arm slid out and wrapped around Sophia's waist, pulling their bodies together and steadying them both. Sophie's stomach flipped at the embrace, but their peril was a quick distraction.

The coach began to slow. It was then that she realized that they were not just running out of control. A male voice was speaking low to the team of horses, cajoling them into slowing to a stop.

As the coach finally halted, the sound of several horses approaching could be heard. Realizing that this was a robbery, all of the ladies in the coach had gone completely silent. Sophia slowly slid away from the other woman's side and gripped her hands together in her lap.

The men were speaking with low voices outside. Sophia knew in only a matter of moments, something was going to happen.

Silence. The cadence of her heart drums so loudly in her ears that she is almost afraid it can be heard by all.

Footfalls. Boots crunching on the gravel around the carriage.

Silence. One breath, drawn shakily in.

The door of the coach is jerked open so hard the entire vehicle rocks from the force of it. The ones sitting nearest the door whimper, pushing their bodies back against the seat. Moonlight outlines the tall and wide outline of a man. And for a moment, he simply stands there and stares. Sophia dares a glance at Anise's face. Her lips are tightened, but not showing any signs of panic that is reflected on all the other faces around them. Sophia's hand silently slips across their thighs and grips Anise's. The grip is returned, though Anise does not look her way. But Sophia finds herself calming, as if feeding off of the mysterious lady's strength.

The man seems to finish his examination of them all. His face is in the shadows of the night, the only thing that the light from the interior of the coach picks up is a well tailored riding coat buttoned over a muscular torso. He speaks then, his voice smooth with an educated accent, giving the impression that he too is a person of breeding. "Good evening, ladies. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance on this lovely evening. And thank you for joining us this evening to witness our quaint, but well rehearsed robbery. If you ladies will be so kind to give me your hand, I will assist you from your conveyance for but a brief amount of time." He holds up a black gloved hand to a rather plain faced brunette seated next to the door. She shakes her head quickly. The couple others closest to her gasp, making little whimpers and shaking their heads as well.

The gentleman sighs. "My dearest lady traveler," he says more firmly, as his free hand raises and lifts the gun he was concealing in his coat, "It was not a request."

Silence overtakes the woman of the coach once more. But the girl reaches forward to take his hand, her entire body trembling. The gentleman leans forward to grasp her fingers, and his face falls into the light for a brief moment. Or what one can see of his face. A strong jaw and chin, with the faintest dimple, fall into Sophia's view first. His mouth is set in a grimace, but she was left with the impression that his lips could be soft. Such lips could lift into an easy smile. The rest of his face is covered by black cloth, holes cut out so that he can see. There is too much shadow to tell exactly what shade his eyes are, though she had impression of them being lighter colored.

He brings the first girl out of the coach quickly, handing her down onto the ground before reaching in for the next. One by one, all 6 of the others are quietly handed out of the coach. When Anise begins to slide across the seat as well, he holds up his hand. "If I may stop you there, madam. I have run out of escorts for the two of you. Please remain where you are, it will be your turn momentarily."

Then he closes the door behind him, leaving Sophia and Anise alone in the coach. Anise does not release Sophia's hand, but turns to face her, speaking quietly in the silence of the coach. "They do not appear to be harming them. We would hear them cry out." Sophia nods. She continues to cling tightly to the other woman's hand. It had became a lifeline to her at the moment, a human connection that she needed to keep herself from flying into a panic. She had never faced any kind of hardship or moment of peril as this. Her youth increased her fright or flight instincts, and it was becoming hard to not simply hurl herself from the coach and run for it.

Anise seemed to be able to sense this. She covered their joined hands with her free one, rubbing her thumb back and forth over the curve of the side of Sophia's hand. "They will move on quickly, my dear." This she says in a whisper, but there is no longer the conviction that her earlier words held.

It was the feminine cry of desperation that made them both freeze. The male laughter that followed made Sophia begin to tremble. She did not have to be told what those two sounds joined by the faint fabric rip meant. Anise seems to lose some of her color when another female voice begins to cry in begging tones before being pulled further and further away.

This time when the door to the coach opens, both of them jump and gasp. It is the gentleman again, and he simply steps up into the coach and closes the door behind him, taking a seat across from them. He is obviously handsome. Now she can see that his hair falls to his shoulders, a near black sheen that is wind tossed and masculine. Somehow, his beauty makes Sophia even more ill at ease, as if the devil himself had placed himself into the coach with them.

"It seems my fellow highwaymen have decided to partake in the more exotic pursuits with your fellow travelers. My apologies at the delay." He points at Anise and motions her to the seat beside him as he pulls out a cloth bag and opens the top. "Over here, my dear. Empty your valuables into here." Anise slowly disengages her hands from Sophia, who instantly begins to tremble more violently. She eases across the space to the seat beside him and begins to remove her jewelry and place it in his bag. The Highwayman watches her for a moment before turning to look at Sophia.

His gaze lingers over her. Her eyes become entrapped by his, and she finds herself unable to break that contact. "And what is your name, my dear?"

Figuring that it would be just easier to provide him with the information than test his limits at this point, she quickly replies, "Sophia."

"Lady Sophia, no doubt?" He asks, which she nods in response. His lips lift into a smile and she finds that she was correct, the smile would come easy to his face. "A pure white rose you are then, yes? Untouched in the blossom of youth." Sophia makes no response. Anise shoves the bag against his stomach, however. "There. All my things of value. I will get Sohpia's for you." She begins to move across again, but the Highwayman quickly grasps her arm and flings her back into the seat again. "You will remain where you are."

He moves over beside Sohpia now, who looks at Anise with panicked eyes. Anise motions for her to calm down, but does not move for fear it will anger the robber. The man leans in, his face close to Sophia's. "You hold many things of value, do you not?" His hands touch her then, skimming up both of her arms, over her shoulders and resting on her neck. "These earrings. Only the purest emerald, mm?" Strong fingers stroke both sides of her jaw before skimming back to remove both of the clip earrings she wore. Her breath escapes in a shaky sigh, anxiety only making her trembling increase.

His lips skim down the side of her neck as his hands slip down her arms again. "Bracelets," the word is a whisper against the tender flesh of her neck, his lips caressing. "Only the most perfect diamonds can grace your wrist." Strong fingers again, slip along the sensitive area her wrist, right over her pulse. He undoes the one bracelet she wears, slipping it and the earrings into a pocket.

Then his hands come up to cup her face. "There is another thing of value I wish from you," he tilts her face, slowly laying his warm lips against her trembling ones. She had never been kissed before. But as he so gently, so slowly, caresses her mouth with his, she finds her heart thudding for reasons other than stark fear. "But it is something that you should see first." Suddenly, he has released her and is across the carriage with Anise in his grasp.

"Lady Anise." He chuckles, "Yes, I'm quite aware of who you are. I grew up the gentleman and am well aware of your sexual pursuits with some of the most noble and not to mention, influential, men of the realm." He pulls her arms behind her back and holds her wrists with one hand, his free hand coming over to cover one of her breasts. "Perhaps you and I have even shared the bed before. Who knows, hm? You probably forget one night stands in the crowd."

Anise is shaking her head, "Not in front of the girl." She hisses out from in between gritted teeth. "Let her go, and I will do whatever you want for however you want."

"Oh, you'll do that anyway. Lady Sophia is going to watch. Now," He frees the flap on his pants, and an extension of the male body that Sophia had never seen look like that swings free. It was long and wide, thrusting upward. Of course, she had glanced the naked male form in art and the rare glimpse of a bathing male inside her home. But never had she seen it hard and erect. She knew the basics of what went on between a man and a woman, her mother had not been shy in explaining it so that Sophia would be informed and not be so frightened of it on her wedding day. None of that could have prepared her for the flip in her stomach, the instinctual urges that assaulted her in that moment.

The Highwayman had been watching her response, and smiles. He grips the back of Anise's head with his free hand and finishes his sentence. "Now, suck my cock so Lady Sophia can see how it's done." And he shoves Anise's head down into his lap. At first, Anise fights against him. "Suck it, or you will have to watch Sophia learn how against her will." Anise groans, then opens her mouth, and shoves him inside her lips.

He jerks her head up and slaps her firmly across the cheek. "Do not scrape me with your teeth again. Do it correctly, or I will rape the innocent girl right now without a thought." Then he pushes her back down again. Anise glances over at Sophia, who has gone pale. Finally, she gently takes the Highwayman's cock in her mouth, and begins to slide him in and out of her lips.

He lets out a grunt, adjusting the way he sits so that he is more comfortable, then pushes Anise's head down farther. "Take it all." Anise coughs once, then swallows the entire length of him down her throat. He holds her there for a moment, exhaling on a stifled moan. "Just like that." He releases her hands then, gripping her head with both of his hands and thrusts slowly and steadily, in and out of her mouth. Anise brings her hands forward, holding his cock at the base with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

The Highwayman looks over to Sophia. Her expression had lost its look of panic again. She had looked away at first, but now he finds her curious gaze on his cock sliding in and out of Anise's mouth. Her watching along with Anise's skilled hands and mouth was going to quickly bring him to fulfillment. So he suddenly jerks Anise upward, turning her around so that she is in his lap, her back against his chest.

"Next lesson." He murmurs as he begins lifting Anise's skirts and petticoats up. He rips her undergarments down and off of her, flinging them to the side so that when he spreads her legs wide, Sophia can clearly see the already moist pussy. "What will bring you pleasure, little blossom." He speaks softly, looking at Sophia's face. Then his fingers tease the lips of Anise's pussy.

She trembles, wanting to say no so Sophia will not have to see this, but still knowing that if he didn't do it to her, he would do it to the virginal Sophia. That and, now... she wanted his touch. When his fingers stray across and dip into her wet hole, she gasps, exhaling it in a moan. He brings his finger tip up and circles her clit. Anise jerks, then writhes her body against his in pleasure as he takes two fingers and slides them inside of her.

Sophia swallows, shifting the way she is sitting. There is a dampness in between her legs that she does not understand, and an almost throbbing sensation of arousal. The Highwayman watches her, his fingers stroking more quickly over Anise's clit so that she begins to moan, her hips beginning to move with his hand. He brings one hand up over her body, pulling her bodice away so that he can grip her bare breast. He captures her nipple in between two fingers and slowly begins to apply pressure. Anise's moans grow more loud, her sensual body's movements more defined.

He lifts her by the hips then, turning her around and beginning to lift her skirts up so that Sophia will be able to see him thrust inside of her. Anise, her mind cloudy from pleasure, takes a moment to realize what will happen. Then she begins to shake her head, reaching back to free her skirts again. "No, she really does not need to see this." He jerks her hand forward again, "Behave." He growls. But Anise starts to insist, "No!"

The Highwayman's anger flickers over his face. He pulls Anise against him in a vice like grip, her skirts jerked upward into his balled fist. Then he violently impales himself upward, entering her roughly and begins deep, strong thrusts. Anise, cries out, forgetting the presence of Sophia as sensations overtake her good sense.

Sophia had let out a whimper at the violence of it, but it soon becomes apparent to her that Anise enjoys what he is doing to her. The Highwaymen watches Sophia's face, her parted lips... sensing her arousal.

Then he lets his head fall back as he begins to thrust with abandon into Anise's velvet warmth. She is so wet, so eager to have him inside of her. The walls of her pussy grip him, massaging with every thrust. He slams into her over and over, and her cries of pleasure steadily become louder and louder. Sophia begins to shift again in the seat, not understanding the arousal that had earnestly begun to build in between her legs. Her hands grip against her own body, without the knowledge of what to do to relieve herself.

The Highwaymen watches her. But his pleasure will no longer be denied. He suddenly swings them around, bringing Anise on her back on the seat and so that he can give harder thrusts into her. Her legs wantonly wrap around his waist, her hands coming up to grip her own breasts. In only a few of these deep thrusts does she find her release, her hips lifting to meet his as her orgasm floods through her. "Ahh god, yes, yes!" She cries out, jerking up against him and rocking her hips against his. The Highwayman slams her back into the seat again, then grips her hips, slamming into her without relenting, deeper and deeper. Then he too cries out, shoving into her and letting out a feral masculine growl of pleasure.

Both of them lay there, dragging in deep breaths. Sophia had begun to breath hard as well, her eyes wide and watching them. The Highwayman lifts his head to glance over her way. He would answer her un-voiced questions, soon.