Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11
Ana Chadbourne’s entrance caused a wave of upset throughout the room. It wasn’t just her stunning appearance, though indeed Ana and her four sisters Levan, Iris, Ivy, and Primrose were said to be among the loveliest young women in the county.
Tonight, Ana wore a dark navy blue blouse with a ruffled collar, a velvet bow, and button accents down the front. The sleeves were loose and flowing with fitted cuffs. The matching skirt was ankle length, high-waisted with a drawstring that pulled the skirt tightly around Ana’s slim waist. It was a popular walking skirt that didn’t require a hoop or petticoat for comfort. Though they were not the wealthiest family, Mother made sure the Chadbourne girls were well schooled and current with fashion. Any of the young women would be a catch for a worthy suitor.
No, what cause a stir was not Ana Chadbourne’s eye-catching figure or the riding boots she wore that stood out in contrast to her fashionable garb. What caught everyone’s attention was the ivory-handled wheel lock pistol she carried outstretched before as she walked through the room.
There was a collective gasp as the young ingenue entered, but no one was surprised by her destination. In the corner of the ballroom, a handsome young soldier entertained a harem of lovely unmarried women. The man was square-jawed, with a prominent aquiline nose and adam’s apple. His hair and mustache were glossy black and a little longer than regulations permitted, but he got away with it. Gerard Emerton got away with everything.
Gerard had been courting Ana for months. The man could convince an Irishman to stop drinking. Despite his reputation, Ana fell for his charms. He promised he would propose marriage, but he was being transferred to the Russian front for three years and would not see her while he was gone. If he could just give him something precious to her to seal the promise. Ana was convinced of their unbridled lust for each other and gave Gerard her maidenhood.
After an admittedly unforgettable weekend of sin, Gerard left for Russia, promising to propose when he returned to the country. At least that was what Ana believed until she heard that he was not in the north but in Paris courting another young woman. Until Gerard married her, or her honor was restored through a duel, Ana lived a life of shame. No man would want her to marry. Her father was determined to challenge Gerard himself, but he was old and in no shape to do so. Besides, Ana didn’t see why she couldn’t kill Gerard with her own hands.
“Gerard Emerton!” Ana shouted as she leveled the 16-inch, 54 gauge barrel of her father’s pistol. She aimed for the bridge of the man’s nose. Directly between those brilliant blue eyes that had made her swoon. “Gerard! We will have a reckoning!”
With those words, Ana fired.
Author’s note: I’m trying to write 500 words a day and using this story as practice. I plan to do a whole series of Gerard Emerton stories. Or is this the last one?
As soon as he recognized Ana, Gerard Emerton ducked behind the piano. The pistol round flew wild and shattered an expensive vase. A clap of thunder erupted in the ballroom along with a bright flash and a cloud of gunsmoke. The wheellock pistol was heavy in Ana’s hands and she had trouble lifting it. Ana barely weighed nine-stone so the recoil caused her to stumble back a few steps before falling on her rear.
Once Gerard was sure he hadn’t been hit he stood up and straightened his dress uniform. He gave that smile that he had gotten so much mileage with and offered his hand to help the girl to her feet. “I say, Ana Chadbourne! Is that you?”
Ana slapped Gerard’s hand away angrily and stood up by herself. Gerard withdrew his olive branch, his smile unwavering “What are you doing in Paris?”
“Oh no, you don’t! You Cad!” Ana spat angrily. She waved away a hired guard who tried to check on her, noticing the sabre hanging around the man’s waist “You aren’t going to talk you’re way out of this. Fight me like a man!”
Somehow Gerard’s smile grew even wider “What?”
Ana reached for the guard’s belt and pulled the sword from his belt. She held it in front of her with practiced confidence, though this weapon was also too heavy for her. “Gerard Emerton, I issue a challenge!”
The young woman’s high-boned cheeks turned red with anger as several men in from the party laughed. “Duel me? Ridiculous!”
Ana swung the blade back and forth to prevent him from coming closer to her. “Afraid a mere woman will best you?”
“Even if you were a man it wouldn’t be fair,” Gerard spoke the truth, he was a seasoned fencer even before he joined the service. Only a fool, or a scorned woman, would challenge him to a sword fight.
“Coward! En Guarde!” screamed Ana. Forgetting years of her own fencing practice she swung wide.
There was a flash of metal as Gerard drew his own sabre and countered her attack with one smooth motion. For a moment, there was doubt on Ana’s face, she was impressed at how fast the man moved. Her jilted anger overtook her fear quickly and she lunged again.
Gerard Emerton had rarely faced such a ferocious opponent. Ferocious and clumsy. He easily knocked away the small woman’s boisterous thrusts and swings. Laughing at her enraged cries. It was her untamed energy that kept him out in the country trying to seduce her for so long. Quite an experience when Ana’s unruly temper was taken into the bedroom.
Gerard was so distracted by Ana’s bearing he hadn’t noticed that she had forced him back against the wall. “I yield Ana, what say we stop this silliness and renew our friendship?”
This gave Ana pause, but the answer was clearly on her face. “I give no quarter sir! This ends when Gerard Emerton no longer draws breath!”
Up till this moment the whole spectacle had brought amusement, but there was a gasp among the partygoers as Ana’s sword finally found its target at the center of Gerard’s chest.
Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countrymouse11
Gerard’s practiced reflexes saved his life. Ana’s aim was true and she would have skewered him like a pig had Gerard failed to parry. Instead, he expertly caught the lady’s blade with his own and threw it sideways.
Still, the sword was dangerously close to his flesh, cutting a large swath through his uniform jacket. Gerard examined the coat to see it could be salvaged, she had cut through the outer coat and through his white button-up shirt. He could see his well-defined abdominal muscles underneath. He resolved that the garment was hopeless and finished removing it.
There was another, mostly feminine, gasp among the crowd. Gerard pulled apart his jacket and shirt, tossing it aside, baring his broad manly chest. The only thing he liked more than the ladies was doing his daily calisthenics. Push-ups and sit-ups were like a religion for Gerard. Lifting heavy weights was his morning breakfast. He had a runner’s physique, a trim v-shaped torso with impressive muscle tone. His arms were thick with the defined deltoids and biceps of a strongman. He made the effort to groom himself of excess hair so that he didn’t look like an ape.
Gerard stood confidently, hands on his hips. The people of the Edwardian Era were far too prudish for his taste. He caught Ana’s eye and saw that she was blushing. He had taken every opportunity to be around her with his shirt off, and when they were together she got particularly excited when she was touching his muscles.
There were murmurs through the crowd:
“Oh dear!” said Mrs. Watersworth.
“Scandalous!” said a Mr. Kestle.
“What a fine cut of beef!” said Mr. Allen not addressing the table spread.
Gerard flashed a wolfish grin as Ms. Littlefield fainted nearby.
Ana recovered her composure and pushed her attack. He took her more seriously now, allowing her to get that close could be dangerous. She came at him again and again, and over and over Gerard brushed her offense aside effortlessly. The more her attacks failed the more frustrated Ana grew, the more wreckless her fighting became.
Ana forgot all about technique and was swinging wildly at this man she hated so much. Gerard deftly caught her by the wrist as she brought her sword down. He used the flat of his own sword to deliver a swift but harmless smack to the girl’s belly.
“Oof!” Ana grunted raising her arms up as she bent forward winded. She stumbled over to lean against the piano and catch her breath. Her neatly arranged hair was coming loose and falling about her face in small twirls.
“That man is nothing but a brute!” cried Mrs. Treloar.
“I think that’s enough of that my dear Ana.” Gerard proclaimed. He strutted confidently keeping his sword in front of him while Ana recovered. “You have no chance against me girl. Now let’s get you a drink and…”
“You bastard!” Ana screamed holding her sabre in both hands. She hurled herself at Gerard, spinning as though she wielded a broadsword and not a rapier. At the height of her descent, Gerard danced a step back and sliced downward at Ana’s navy blue gown.
Author Note: Interactive part at the end.
Gerard Emerton Must Die! by Countrymouse11
“Shrip!” Ana’s eyes went wide as she heard a clean, sharp, tearing sound. It was followed by the unmistakable feeling of cold air passing into her skirt. Ana looked down to see that Gerard’s blade had cleaved the left side of her skirt, leaving a long slit all the way up to her waistline.
“Oh my word!” said Mr. Lobb with admiration. The elderly man got a clear view as the skirt split open revealing Ana’s lovely, voluptuous, and maddening naked thigh.
“My dress! How could you?” Ana stared daggers at her former lover, desperately trying to turn the skirt to veil her luminous bare skin.
Gerard held his hands up defensively, “You ruined my favorite shirt!”
Ana abandoned her efforts at modesty and renewed her attack. Gerard held his ground, using his manly strength to push the girl back with each parry. He found himself distracted by the delightful flashes of supple inner thigh that were exposed as the angry girl moved about.
He saw more of those lithe, slender limbs as she moved forward. The room was not of indefinite size, however, so he made a game of alternately giving her ground and going on the offensive. “Your legs are still magnificent my love.” Gerard praised.
“I beg your pardon?” Ana spat.
“Truly.” Gerard stated as he faked a riposte, “I consider myself an expert on the subject of women’s limbs.”
“Why don’t you concentrate on the fight?” Ana argued.
“I know that muscle is considered unwashed peasant-fair.” Gerard continued as he offhandedly defended Ana’s attack. “You have a small degree of well-developed peasant muscle but not so much that your legs don’t appear wonderfully long!”
“I ask you to stop talking about my legs and fight me, sir!” Ana screeched. She drove forward with renewed aggression. Gerard calmly stepped aside so that Ana lost her balance and tripped past him.
Always the Cad, Gerard took the opportunity to bring down the flat of his blade against the young woman’s firm rump.
“Whap!” The report made as metal hit soft flesh resounded through the ballroom, other rooms in the large house, and could even be heard by the footmen smoking pipes as they waited with the horses outside.
“Ow!” The girl hopped a foot into the air giving up her sword to put her hands on her tender backside. She was certain the skin was red beneath her undergarments. Unknown to the party-goers this rude act had meaning between Ana and Gerard, during their weekend they had played at spanking each other. “You course loggerhead!”
”All this play has made me break a sweat.” Ana scrambled to retrieve her weapon but met the tip of Gerard’s blade on her chin instead. He guided her to stand up and put her back against the wall. “Enough is enough. Change into a new dress and join the party or go home Ana.”
“Never.” Ana protested. “I’m going to kill you.”
Gerard smiled accepting a glass of refreshing water from one of the servers, “Let me rephrase my offer. Go home of your own will, or I will cut this lovely dress from your lovely body, and you will go home naked.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Ana looked panicked, she knew Gerard would do it, but she remained stubborn “I will not yield, I will die an old spinster unless my honor is restored.”
“That’s my girl! I was hoping you wouldn’t give up,” Gerard said pleased. “So how should I carry on? I’m very tempted to cut away the remainder of your skirt.”
Ana glared at Gerard in smoldering anger. He traced the length of her shapely bare leg, threatening to cut even further up her side. Then he brought the tip of the blade up to the bow on the front of her blouse, lingering at her small yet pert bosom.
“Then again,” he continued non-plussed, “I recall that your breasts are as spectacular as your calves. Which would you prefer my girl?”
Ana raised her chin defiantly, “All that you do will come back on you ten-fold either by me or God. Do what you will then, sir.”
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Gerard Emerton Must Die! by countymouse11
“Have it your way then girl.” Gerard snatched her right hand with his and raised it up and over her head guiding her into a twirl. Then he snapped her back towards him and caught her by the waist then dipping her low to the ground. The motion broke loose her hair so that it cascaded ringlets of her mane onto the carpet beneath her. Her weight was nothing to the man as he pulled her back up to her feet drawing her against his chest.
Ana’s breath was quick as she gazed up at him. He could see that her cheeks were flushed again, though her mood was something different than anger this time. “Gerard I… ”
Before she could finish talking Gerard spun her away from him delivering another solid smack to her rear end with the flat side of his sabre. “Whap!”
Ana let out a small squeal and lost her footing in a graceless pirouette. As the girl stumbled around Gerard’s blade whirled like lighting, cutting another long gash in her velvety blue gown from hip to ankle, laying bare her right thigh. “Eek!”
Ana continued to spin on her small feet. Another cut from Gerard separated the back of the girl’s skirt from the rest of the gown just below Ana’s hips. The cloth floated away unmasking the young woman’s splendid round derriere, covered only by a small piece of cloth, and nicely developed calves. “Eek!”
Ana managed to steady herself, just to witness Gerard’s blade slice off the last piece of her skirt. The fine blue cloth fell lightly away from her hips so that Ana’s smooth, seemingly endless legs could be fully admired.
“Eek!” For a moment the ingenue stood still, arms up, unable to fathom her circumstance. She looked to where her skirt should be and saw only her riding boots. Then she looked around the room at the gawking party-goers who each fixed her lean, long legs with a salacious leer.
Ana got her wits about her, pulling the top of her dress down over her thighs and squeezing her knees together. She deeply regretted wearing the modern French-style undergarment that she had purchased when she entered the city the day before. The panties only just covered the essentials, leaving no cloth between her bottom and her riding boots. A cool solution to hot weather, but quite embarrassing were the woman to lose the skirt unexpectedly.
Even worse, Ana was feeling a chill.
“Oh she is quite a vision, isn’t she?” said Mrs. Booth. “Our Hilde would have no trouble finding suitors if she wore underpants like those.”
“What county does this girl hail from I wonder?” exclaimed Mr. Boucher, “If all the girls have legs like those I would consider moving there.”
“A gentleman does not speak of women in such a manner Mr. Boucher!” chastised Mrs. Wellard, “You should apologize to Ms. Chadbourne when she’s finished with this business.”
“No Edna, You walk around on a pair of ham hocks”, said Mr. Wellard. “You should apologize to me!”
Ana stuck her chest out and put her hands on her hips. “You consider yourselves members of polite society? Are you so sexually repressed that you cheer this scoundrel for a glimpse of skin?
“You should be ashamed!” Ana continued to scold the crowd. “This man is the villain! I issued a legitimate challenge and he laughs at etiquette. Were I man, he would be called a coward!”
“You snuck up on me and shot at me!” Gerard corrected.
“Shut up Gerard! Arrrg!” she was not in the mood for a sound argument.
“Do you yield?” Gerard tried.
Ana was close to her sword, she wedged a boot under the basket hilt and kicked it up into her hand. “Never!”