The Boston Tea Party ruins a man's investment so he turns to gambling to try and recoup his losses. Things then get much worse.
Reginald, Duke of Swansea, had raised the pot and William, Baron of Witham, wanted to call but he had nothing left. But with four kings in his hand, how could he possibly fold?
He knew he should never have sat down at the gambling table to begin with, but he was desperate. He had invested everything in a cargo of tea with the East India Company. It was safe and almost guaranteed to make a profit. And then those horrible savages in Boston had dumped the entire shipment into the ocean. His estate was on the line. He had used it for collateral to buy the tea. At the end of the month, the bank wanted their money back and if he didn’t pay, they would take his ancestral home, all his land, anything of value, including his title. And he and his wife would be homeless and penniless. They would have to go to a workhouse. And work wasn’t something anyone in his family had done for at least 6 generations.
So he joined this high stakes game. He almost hadn’t been allowed, but Reginald agreed to stake him, accepting the Witham land as collateral, even with the debt attached to it. Despite his pleasant demeanor, Reginald did not do this to be nice. He knew the value of the land and how much that value could be increased in the hands of an intelligent businessman such as himself. More than enough to pay off the debt and be very profitable for years to come.
And Reginald was going to get that land. To ensure this result, he cheated. He stacked the deck every time it was his turn to deal. But he played the long game. Often losing on purpose and making sure all the other players won enough hands to ally any suspicions they might have had. But there was never as much money in the pot when they won as there was in the pot when they lost. They might win 10 pounds one hand, but lose 11 the next. Slowly, their money found it’s way into Reginald’s pile. And William’s pile too. That was also part of the plan. He had to keep William at the table. Feeding him winning cards ensured that happened.
And now, William was sitting there with four kings and nothing left to bet. But, he couldn’t fold. If he won this hand, he would keep his estate, his home, his title, and be able to pay all his debts.
“Reginald,” he asked, “would you take an IOU? You know I’m good for it.”
“I don’t know,” Reginald replied, “I feel I was rather generous to stake you at the start of the game. I do have to be fair to myself, after all. How fair would it be to allow you to be able to beat me?”
“I understand,” said William, “But if I win, I’ll be able to pay you back. With interest. How does 2% sound?”
“Not as good as 3%.”
“Ok, 3%. Is it a deal?”
“I think I want more than money, actually.”
“What do you want? Name it.”
Reginald’s eyes turned hard and he said, “I want your wife.”
The entire room fell silent. While betting a wife wasn’t totally unheard of in these games, it wasn’t very common either. Most of the men there had never actually seen anyone make that bet.
William was shocked, “My wife?”
“Let’s be honest, your wife is one of the most beautiful women in London. Maybe all of England. One night with her is worth what I raised you. Either call or fold.”
William knew it was wrong, but he had four kings. Four fucking kings. How could he lose?
“Call,” he whispered and laid down his four kings. Everyone started cheering, William had an almost unbeatable hand. The best hand of the night.
Of course, Reginald knew he had four kings. He had purposefully dealt him those kings. For a moment, he frowned and slumped his shoulders. Then he smiled wickedly and laid down his cards.
“I have the 5,6,7,8, and 9 of hearts.”
William just stared at the cards. A straight flush. That’s how he could lose with four kings.
He was ruined. No house, no lands, no estate, no money, and his wife in another man’s bed. He wanted the ground to just open beneath him and swallow his body whole.
Reginald stood up, extended his hand to William and said, “Well played. I guess it just wasn’t your day, I’ll send word when you can come to my home and we can finalize all the legal details.”
He walked out leaving William to his grief. A few of the other men at the club placed their hand on William’s shoulder or said a few words of condolence, but most of them just left without a word. This would probably be the last time any of them ever saw him. High society was cruel to those who no longer belonged.
William made his way home. He didn’t know what to tell his wife, Emma, so he didn’t tell her anything. Maybe Reginald would forget or change his mind.
He didn’t. Early the next morning, a messenger arrived with the details about the meeting.
The assigned date and time arrived. Emma and William approached the door, but Emma still didn’t understand why she had to be there. William just said that she did, but wouldn’t say any more.
Reginald opened the door, greeted them and led them to his study.
Emma asked, “What is going on? Why am I here if it’s just a business meeting?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Reginald asked.
“William, you should not keep secrets from your wife,” he scolded.
To Emma he said, “You are here because a straight flush beats four of a kind.”
Emma looked confused, so Reginald added, “He lost a poker game to me.”
At that Emma turned to William with anger in her eyes, “You were playing poker? I thought you promised to stop gambling.”
“William,” Reginald scolded again, “you broke a promise to your wife? You should be ashamed.”
William just looked at the floor and mumbled, “I needed the money.”
“For what,” asked Emma?
“It seems,” Reginald said, “that your beloved husband invested in tea.”
“Not the tea the colonists ruined?”
“Oh yes. William isn’t any better at business than he is at gambling.”
“How could I have known the colonists would do that?”
“A good businessman always prepares for the worst. Just a like a good gambler always knows when to call and when to fold. But, as I said, William, you are neither. And that’s why you’re bankrupt.”
“Bankrupt?” exclaimed Emma, “We’re bankrupt? William, tell me you didn’t lose everything.”
William just kept looking at the floor, unable to meet her gaze.
“Our home? Our land? All of it? It’s all gone?”
“Oh yes,” sneered Reginald, “it’s all gone. But it’s in good hands now. Mine.”
“Please, Sir Reginald,” pleaded Emma, “Let us have it back.”
“No,” he replied, “I’m not going to do that. But, I might be able to arrange suitable employment, what can you do?”
“I don’t know,” Emma answered, “I’ve never worked before.”
“What about you, William, can you smith?”
William just shook his head no.
“How about tanning? Haberdashery? Maybe you could work in the mines.”
“I don’t know how to do any of that,” William said.
“You’re pathetic,” Reginald told him.
“You can do all that,” William asked?
“Of course, I can. I haven’t found anything that I can’t do or can’t teach myself how to do. A real man always overcomes every obstacle.”
“I know how to do needlepoint,” said Emma, "maybe I could be a seamstress.”
“Oh,” Reginald said, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. You will be in high demand.”
“High demand?”
“A man will pay a lot to spend the night with a beautiful girl like you.”
“What do you mean,” she asked with confusion?
“I think you know. Women have always sold their bodies for money. Of course, sometimes they call it marriage, but it’s the same thing. All women are whores.”
Emma was insulted, “I am not a whore.”
“Yes, you are. Are you going to sleep in the woods with William? Of course not, you’re going to try and convince me to let you stay here by sucking my cock.”
Astonished by his vulgarity, all Emma could do was stare at him.
Reginald then said to William, “Did you forget to tell her about that too?”
Tears welled up in William's eyes, but he said nothing.
Reginald sneered with disgust, “Are you sure you're a man? You have done nothing but act like a woman since you got here. Well, since you are too much of a bitch to tell her, I will tell her. Emma, I won you in that poker game. You are my bitch now and you will suck my cock. And then I will fuck you in the ass.”
Emma started tearing up and Reginald said, “Now you’re crying? I guess it’s to be expected with two women in the same room. Don’t worry, bitches, I promise it won’t hurt too much. Unless, my cock is a lot bigger than William’s is. How big is your cock, William?”
William continued to say nothing. It felt like he was in a nightmare but couldn’t wake up. He had no idea things were going to get a lot worse.
“Take off your pants, I want to see how big your cock is.” Reginald commanded.
When William didn’t do anything, Reginald picked up a dagger from his desk, and crossed the room quickly, placing the point just an inch, maybe less, from William’s eye.
“Lose your clothes or lose your eye.”
William began to take off his clothes. Reginald looked at Emma and said, “Take your dress off.”
Emma didn’t move so Reginald threatened, “Take it off or I’ll cut something out of you too.”
She started to remove her dress and Reginald turned back to look at the now nude William.
“Well that’s bigger than I expected. Although I was kind of expecting you not to have a dick at all. Well, let’s have a look at your bride, I mean my bitch.”
Emma stood with one hand over her breasts and the other over her genitals.
“Drop your hands,” he said, “Let me see you.”
She did as he told her and tried to look definitely at him. She couldn’t meet his cruel gaze, though, and dropped her eyes to the floor.
He looked her over lustfully. Small, slim, petite. High firm breasts that would fit in his hand perfectly. It would be over 100 years before women started shaving their body hair, but Emma did not really have any. Her skin was almost completely smooth.
Between her legs was a small, thin patch of red pubic hair that perfectly matched the hair cascading down her back, almost reaching her ass.
“Oh, I’m going love fucking you,” Reginald said. “But, first you need to suck my cock.”
Emma didn’t move, so Reginald crossed the room and pushed her roughly to the floor.
“I said suck it,” he commanded. He quickly removed his clothes while she just laid on the floor, unable to move. He reached down, grabbed her by the hair and forced his dick into her mouth.
“Suck it, whore!”
Emma started to suck on it, but was not doing a good job and accidentally scraped his dick with her teeth.
“FUCK!” screamed Reginald as he smacked her head so hard, she went flying several feet across the room.
“What the hell are you doing, bitch? Do you do that to William? William, does she bite you when sucking your cock?”
William had not moved one inch since William made him strip under the threat of losing his eye. He looked over at Emma, lying on the floor with a small amount of blood trickling down her cheek. Reginald was still wearing his ring and it cut her a little when he hit her.
He looked back at Reginald, but couldn’t maintain eye contact and once again, looked at the floor in shame.
“Holy fuck,” Reginald exclaimed, “She’s never sucked your cock, has she? Pathetic.”
He walked over to Emma and asked, almost gently, “Would you prefer not to suck my cock?”
“Please, don’t make me,” Emma whispered.
“I won’t,” he said with a smirk, “get on your hands and knees.”
Emma didn’t move until Reginald raised his hand, then she said, “Wait, I’ll do it, Don’t hit me.”
She quickly got into position.
“Turn and look at William,” he said, “I want to see his face as I fuck you.”
After she did so, he kneeled behind her and looked at her ass. It was small as befitted someone as petite as she was, but it was so round and had just the right amount of plumpness to it. Then, he tossed the dagger towards William. It clattered to the floor less than a foot away. All William had to do was bend down and pick it up. He didn’t move.
Reginald laughed cruelly, then grabbed Emma’s ass, spread her cheeks apart and rammed his dick into her hole.
“AAAIIIEEE!”
It was tighter than Reginald expected. The only times he had ever fucked an asshole this tight was if the girl had never…
“William! Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked her ass either. I wish you had told me that. Popping her ass cherry is a very special event for a woman.”
He continued thrusting in and out, but she was so tight it wasn’t easy to build up any consistent motion. Finally he stopped with his dick buried up to the hilt in her ass. Emma had stopped screaming and was just silently crying, grateful for the momentary pause even though it still hurt having his dick inside her.
“I don’t get you, William,” he said, “If some other man was fucking my wife in the ass, I would pick up that dagger and slit his throat. Hell, I once killed a man for taking too much time with a whore I wanted. But you just stand there doing nothing. Or does this get you excited? Is that how you are? Do you like seeing another man fuck her? But you aren’t hard. So maybe it doesn’t excite you.”
He grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair, forcing her to look over his shoulder at him.
“What gets him hard,” he asked?
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Does he get hard?”
Emma shook her head a little.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Are you a virgin, Emma?”
Emma just nodded.
“William, you little shithead. What’s the matter with you? How could you not fuck her every day? Do you not like girls? Is that it? Buggery. Is that what gets you hard? Buggery of boys? Well, I’m going to have to show you what a real man does to a woman.”
With that, he pulled his dick out of her asshole, repositioned it at the entrance to her pussy and rammed it home.
Emma screamed again. His dick was so big and she was totally dry. It didn’t hurt quite as much as when he fucked her ass, but it was close.
He thrust in and out as hard as he could, then after a few minutes he stopped. He pulled out and said, ‘William, I’m almost ready to cum. Should I cum in her pussy or her ass? Or maybe I should give her mouth another try.”
William didn’t get a chance to say anything before Reginald got an evil grin on his face and slammed his dick back into her pussy. He pumped it a few times, then shot his cum deep into her womb.
When he finished, he pushed Emma to the ground and stood up. He towered over her and said, “I’ve decided that you are going to give me a son. Every day, I’m going to fuck you until you are carrying my bastard child. That should make you happy, it means I won’t be fucking your ass for awhile.”
He turned to William and said, “It also means you get to keep living in your house. You’re going to raise my bastard. I don’t want some snot nosed brat hanging around here. Are you happy with that, William?”
“Yes, Lord Reginald.”
“I just fucked every hole your wife has. I came in her pussy. I’m going to keep fucking her until she gives me a son. Then you’re going to raise that son. And you’re happy?”
William nodded and said, ‘yes, Lord Reginald.”
Reginald crossed the room and stood in front of William.
“Maybe I should make you suck my dick.”
William just looked at Reginald with fear in his eyes.
“Do it, get on your knees and suck my dick.”
William knelt down and took Reginald’s dick in his hand.
Reginald then punched William in the face as hard as he could with a fully closed fist. William feel back as his nose exploded in a mess of blood.
“You disgust me,” Reginald said. “You are a pathetic excuse for a man. You aren’t even a man. You’re just a sad little cunt. In fact, I’m going to give you a new cunt. And then I’m going to fuck that cunt.”
Reginald picked up the dagger from the floor, walked over to where William had collapsed into a heap. “Lay back and spread your legs,” he commanded.”
Terror filled his entire body, but he did as he was told. Reginald reached down and took Williams dick in his hand, then placed the edge of the dagger against it. “You should be honored,” he said, “I don’t usually touch another man’s dick. Maybe I should jack you off before I remove it.”
CRASH!
Reginald suddenly fell over. William didn’t understand what happened at first, but then he saw Emma standing there with a fireplace shovel in her hands. She had used it to hit Reginald in the head and knock him out.
They both looked at each other motionless for a moment. Amazed at what she had just done.
Then Emma sprang into action. She grabbed the dagger from Reginald’s hand and started cutting strips of cloth from the curtains.
“Hurry,” she commanded William, “put him in the chair and tie him up. Tight, make sure those knots are tight.”
William did as he was told, but Emma had to come behind him and redo everything. “You are just as incompetent at tying knots as you are at everything else,” she said with disgust.
She then wrapped a strip of material around his neck and tied it to his wrists. He wouldn’t be able to move his arms without choking himself.
After assuring herself that he was secure, she told William, “Find those papers transferring the estate to him. We have to burn them.”
He quickly found them on Reginald’s desk, but then asked, “What good will burning them do? He will just sue us in court and get new papers drawn up.”
“He can’t sue us if we kill him,” she replied with hardened eyes.
“Kill him?,” William was astonished, “that’s murder. We’ll hang.”
“It’s not murder,” she replied, “It’s justice. And if we hang, we hang. It will be worth it to send him to hell.”
“Won’t we go to hell, too,” he asked?
“If God sends us to hell for giving this monster what he deserves, then I don’t want to go to that kind of heaven anyway.”
“Now,” she continued, “Keep looking for those papers while I see if he has any money stashed away.”
“So you’re fucking thieves!”
They turned to see that Reginald regained consciousness. “Untie me now and maybe I won’t cut off your tits.”
“No,” Emma said calmly but firmly, “You are going to stay tied to that chair for the rest of your life. Which isn’t going to be much longer.”
She walked over to William and said, “Let’s see if you can handle one little thing. Take this knife and if he tries to untie himself, slit his throat.”
Emma then left the room.
Reginald sneered at William, “Are you really going to let that bitch tell you want to do? No real man would accept that.”
“As you keep saying, maybe I’m not a real man. Emma is smart. Smarter than me. I’ve always known that, I guess. My stupidity got us into this mess, but she’s going to get us out of it. And she’s going to make you pay for what you’ve done.”
“Ha! She’s not going to do anything except learn how to suck my cock properly. I do appreciate you never fucking her before. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin. Especially a married one. They are so tight. Breaking them in is one of the greatest joys in life. It’s almost as good as fucking another man’s wife.”
“It’s the last time you get to enjoy either,” Emma said as she returned with several bags full of money, “It’s good for us that you don’t use a bank.”.
Reginald strained against his bindings, but only succeeded in choking himself. Emma really did a good job tying him up.
“You just wait,” he bellowed, “I’m going to get free sooner or later and then I’m going to kill you all. I will literally fuck you to death. You will die with my dick in your ass.”
“Not quite,” Emma said, “William, it’s time for you to suck Reginald’s cock.”
William gasped, “Why?”
Reginald was confused but recovered quickly, “You people can’t even punish your enemies properly. I’m not thrilled about the idea of a man sucking me, but a mouth is a mouth.”
Emma said, “sometimes one must make compromises. This punishment is for William. That you will get some pleasure out of it is an unfortunate by-product. But it’s something I can live with because you won’t.”
William asked, “Why am I being punished?”
“Why do you think?”
“For getting us into this mess, I guess.”
“Mess? You think this is a mess? A mess is when a dog gets into a mud puddle. This is much more than a mess. You let him fuck me. You just stood there while he fucked my ass and then while he fucked my pussy. He hurt me and you did nothing. He didn’t hurt you. He threatened to cut off your dick, but I saved you. You didn’t get hurt. Ideally, I would let him fuck your ass, but we can’t take a chance of untying him. So, sucking his cock is your punishment for what he did to me. Now, get started, we have other things to do and not a lot of time.”
William handed the dagger back to Emma and reluctantly knelt in front of Reginald. He took Reginald’s dick in his hand and then placed his mouth over it and started sucking. He didn’t know what he was doing but apparently he was doing something right because Reginald started moaning.
“Oh, I was wrong,” he said, “Your mouth is much better than I thought. Better than your wife’s. Keep sucking you little bitch.”
Even with his death imminent, Reginald was cruel to the end. “Emma, you do know that a husband is supposed lick his wife’s pussy but your bitch of a man is sucking another man’s dick. I hope I put my bastard inside you. He couldn’t give you a baby even if he wanted to.”
He looked down at William, “but you don’t want to, do you? You like sucking my cock. And you’re going to love swallowing my cum.”
At that moment, Reginald shot his load into William’s mouth. William choked on it and fell backwards spitting and gagging, spitting most of it out onto the floor. He looked at Emma and asked, “Was that good enough?”
“For the moment,” she replied, “but you have a lot more to do to earn forgiveness. But we will talk about that later”
Emma walked over to Reginald and grabbed his cock.
“This is for destroying my innocence,” she said. With one quick swipe of the dagger, she cut off his dick.
Reginald screamed as the worst pain he had ever felt in life spread throughout his body, but the scream was cut off when Emma shoved his now severed cock in his mouth.
He started choking and tried to spit it out but then Emma slit his throat.
As blood erupted from his carotid artery and drenched her, Emma handed William the dagger and ordered, “Stab his heart.”
William tentatively took the knife but didn’t do anything else.
Emma looked at him with contempt and said, “Did you forget already? He made me suck his cock and you did nothing. He fucked me in the ass and you did nothing. He came in my pussy and you did nothing. And he just came in your mouth. Are you still going to do nothing? For once in your life, act like a fucking man.”
Somehow that got through to William. His eyes narrowed and he let out a feral scream, then he tackled Reginald knocking the chair over. It shattered under their combined weight. William straddled him and began stabbing wildly. He threw blood everywhere. His wild stabs never did hit the heart, but Reginald bled out quickly from all his wounds.
Soon it was obvious he was dead. William stood up and was shocked to realize his dick was hard.
He looked at his wife and said, “Lay down. I’ll show you a real man.”
Emma had never seen her husband like this. He was nothing but pure lust in his eyes. And she felt something she had never felt before. She wanted him. She dropped to the floor, laid on her back, and spread her legs.
“Fuck me,” she said.
William knelt down between her legs, positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy, then he pushed into her hard.
Despite his roughness, Emma liked it. She felt wetness in her pussy. She was aroused. Part of her couldn’t believe it. This useless, pathetic, miserable excuse of a man had suddenly transformed into a virile beast.
As he continued thrusting in and out of her, a wave of pleasure spread throughout her body, getting strong with every thrust.
“Harder,” she screamed as her orgasm engulfed her. She clamped her legs around William and raked her fingernails across his back.
And that pushed him over the edge. He shot ropes of cum into her pussy. Then he collapsed on her.
After catching his breath, he stood up and then helped Emma to her feet.
They sat down on the couch and William said to her, “I’m sorry for all this. You’re right. I’m not a man. I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you.”
“How come you never fucked me like that before?” she asked.
“I don’t know. For some reason I was never interested in fucking at all. I guess I didn’t know what I was missing out on.”
“Well, I expect to be fucked like that all the time now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They got dressed, and returned home with the estate documents and the bags of money. Once home, they burned the papers, their bloody clothes, and then bathed together to remove the blood from their bodies.
William remembered something Reginald had said and after their bath he ate Emma’s pussy like all good husbands do.