It was another Halloween night in the sleepy port town of Hennessey somewhere on the coastline of Maine.
On the Old Woodsmen bridge stood an imposing figure of a man as the sun set; he was a tall slender man and black as pure ebony. A black cloak billowed out from his body forced away by the retreating autumn breeze to revel that he wore a small axe strapped to his hip. Quietly he sat down with legs crossed on the far end of the bride facing away from the town and began to chat loudly to himself.
Had any of the townsfolk witnessed him performing such an act; he would have surly been tried as a warlock and burned immediately- but not tonight. At the finish of his chant his eyes flashed open just as a blonde, white woman stood before him on the bridge and appeared out of thin air. She wore a black cloak to match the one he wore, also billowing in the autumn breeze. Though underneath this woman's cloak held a different sort of outfit, not quite as appropriate as what pure women would be found in, for it was a black leather corset that strained at the lacing holding her ample breasts from spilling out; the corset had a short skirt that stopped just below her ass without any additional under garments and she wore thigh high leather boots complete the look.
She eyed this black man and said, "So Jack Jack, shall we have revenge tonight?"
"I am with you always, Beth," said the man now standing up and gazing at the town across the bridge.
The woman smiled wickedly looking at the town and thought of how her life had come to this.
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Elizabeth Giles was doing her best to not run down the path, for that would not be deemed lady like in this small port town. She tried to keep her pale yellow dress from swishing too much, while clutching the note she received from her betrothed, Joseph Hiskell, in her other hand.
They were a month away from being married, and he wrote her that he had completed his wedding gift to her. She was to come to his shop to see it as he could not wait any longer to show it to her.
With each passing day, Elizabeth's, Beth to those that knew her, anticipation grew for her coming wedding day. She was the daughter of John Giles a wealthy landowner and was raised in all the ways of being a young lady and this included knowing that rushing to your betrothed unattended was wrong, but she did not turn back. What Beth lacked though, was an understanding of men in general.
She obviously did not fathom the effect her young 20 year old body had on the men of the town as her parents had worked hard to keep their daughter's frame hidden away from the world. She had the most reinforced bodice to keep her 36C breasts hidden and pressed flat and they selected dresses for her that attempted to hide away her perfectly shaped ass. She was innocent and pure, ignorant of the vile thoughts that most male occupants had as she passed.
Even her parents were delusional and their effort was much in vain though, as exampled by the young man, Nathanial, who delivered the note to her from his master. The eighteen year old boy was reduced to a shy blubbering boy when he set his eyes upon Beth, and with shaking hand handed her the note from Joseph.
She rounded the corner of the next street to see Joseph's shop come into view. As the street lanterns were already lit with dusk fast approaching, she knew that it must be something special for him to ask her to his shop at such an hour. She cast a skittish glance up and down the street and she thought improperly what the women of the town would say if they saw her entering her betrothed shop at such an hour without supervision.
Beth faltered briefly, on the verge of turning back because would never want to cast her family in a bad light. Yet, she saw the coast clear; she quickly crossed the street and entered the shop with the ringing bell to signal her arrival.
She started to call out to Joseph when she heard several rough noises coming from somewhere in the back. Beth gasped as a large man stepped out into the shop coming to see who had entered. It was Beradine Black, a local mercantile that she had seen have arguments with Joseph and even her father in the past. Beradine was a large stout man in his late forties with a large barreled chest and tree trunk shaped arms.
His face showed the age and life of a rouge, with his graying hair pulled back into a pony tail, his beard roughly cropped, and his nose somewhat misshapen from being broke years ago. He grinned when his eyes fixed on Beth.
"Well, hello Elizabeth," he said sweetly, "Now, what brings you here to Joseph's shop at this hour?" as he swept the room with his eyes, "And no chaperone? Now Miss Giles, is that proper?" He started to move towards her.
"H... Hello Mr. Black. Is Joseph here, I wish to speak with him," she managed to say while her repulsion for this man grew as he approached her. She could already smell the odor of rum coming from him.
"Please Beth, call me Beradine." he said now less than a foot apart from her, causing her to take steps backwards as he approached. Soon she found herself pressed against the door with her shoulders pressed against the glass. She quickly reached around with her hand to try and open the door not wishing to be in same room with this man all the while keeping her eyes on him.
He reached around her and grasped her hand then lowered his mouth to her ears, "What's your rush, Beth?" and then he inhaled deeply smelling her scent. Beth's heart was racing.
He continued and said, "Joseph is in the back, I'll take you to him." His arm wrapped around her tiny waist and began to steer her towards the back of the shop. She looked up at him in alarm, as his arm around her waist ended with his hand resting on her lower stomach. This was not proper she thought and where was Joseph?
Suddenly, Beradine withdrew his arm from around her waist and shoved her hard into the back room, but at the same time grabbed the back of her dress yanking it backwards. The action caused her dress to rip completely open down the back as she collapsed onto the floor.
Beth it the floor hard and rolled to her side then started to scream out hysterically for beside her was Joseph looking at her with dead eyes and there was man was standing over Joseph callously wiping a wicked looking dagger off on Joseph's breeches.
"What's this?" the tall slender man said as he greedily looked over the young exposed Beth and then cast a glance over to Beradine.
"Our reward for taking care of a troublesome shop keeper who thought he was better than me. I can think of no better reward than taking his bride to be," Beradine snickered as he looked down at Beth.
"You monster!" shouted Beth moving to the dead form of her betrothed, while her tattered dress fell farther from her body but held in place with the last shreds of her bodice lacing.
Beradine walked over to the once future couple and said to his accomplice, "Hand me your knife Seth."
Beth looked up with a tear stained face, "Take my life! I do not care. You've destroyed everything!" she yelled before she turned back to Joseph and wept.
"I will take your life, but not before I take your body!" he threatened and deftly slide the knife under the knotting of her bodice and sliced it free. Instantly her most prized treasures were sprung free. Beradine grabbed Beth and pulled her up and around to face him. At the same time Seth stepped over Joseph and went to tear off Beth's remaining garments leaving the innocent young woman before them.
Beradine looked down at Beth with a smug smile as he reached up and cupped her large pear shaped breasts that defied gravity at that young age. Without saying a word he lowered his mouth to her nipples and expertly suckled the first one, while his rough hand pinched and tweaked the other causing the nub to harden.
Seth kneeled down in awe as his hands began to knead the perfect fleshy globes of her ass that was now before him. He rained down sloppy kisses upon her ass as his hands caressed up and down her inner thighs.
Beradine popped Beth's nipple out of his mouth and came back up to her and said, "If you try to flee or call out for help, I will not only kill you, but I will pay your parents a visit as well." He then quickly took a step back and slowly undid his breeches. Seth seeing this stood up and did the same.
In the silence of the room with the only sound of rustled clothes as the men undressed, Beth looked up to the ceiling resigned to her fate. She was brought back to reality when Beradine grabbed her hand and brought it to something that was hard and hot, but felt like flesh as well she thought causing her to look down and realize that she was holding her penis.
She instantly tried to withdraw, but Beradine kept her hand in place and even guided her grip up and down his shaft. Though she hated this man, she could not help but look at this appendage in amazement as it seemed to grow larger with her strokes. She then felt another hard hot rod against her ass, causing her to gasp, which only brought another wicked smile to Beradine.
"You shall not have her before I do Seth," Beradine dangerously advised his partner who at this warning took a step back but was still ran his hands over her ass and lower back perversely.
Beradine turned his eyes back to Beth, "You have not ever seen a man's cock before, have you?" he joked. "I think you have flaunted your body for far too long in this town. Teasing me but never letting me or any of us sample your goods. That changes tonight my dear," he said with smugness. He looked lustfully at the patch of golden hair that grew between her legs and guided his hand down her stomach through her pubic hair and into the folds of her pussy.
