: George G George
: The First North Man
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WARNING
Do not read this book if you do not like explicit and erotic sex and shear brutal violence or suffer with any of the below.
A weak heart. Light headedness. Weak constitution. Faint easily. Dislike violence. Hate shocks.
Scare easily. Do not like the thought of blood and most of all if you are likely to be aroused in public.


Molly Wentworth was a female bare knuckle fighter and was a big young woman with even bigger tits along with a ferocity and rage to match. She met Albert Turner, a young butcher after she had fought in a brutal bare knuckle fight with Big Liz McGovern, which she lost. After Albert had murdered a local bully in defence of her they fled London joining a circus to escape.
Molly would have many fights and sexual encounters in her life as well as being sexually abused by more than one man. The Prince regent's abuse she'd expected but not his butler Jenkins, he would suffer later she would see to that. While in the circus she fought many woman but none more so than her encounter in Colchester with a huge woman Brenda Brent.
While there Albert had his first threesome with Molly and Reni, soon after Molly gave birth to her only baby, he was a big bouncing boy, they had decided to change their names at his christening to North and so started the Legend and Titian of his time that was The First North man.
George North.
George excelled at fighting even at a young age and had his mums rage and ferocity along with Albert's dads temper. He had his first paid fight at the tender young age of four and never looked back, losing would only make him return and fight until he'd won, for him the thirst for revenge was all consuming.
Albert was later murdered by two crooked policemen and upon his return to the Eastend of London from the trenches of the First World War, George and Molly set about revenging Albert. The two policemen were found and brutally murdered, at the hands of George and Molly. A takeover in north London of the Fellers doorman by George and big Ron Gould, this meant a brutal fight, and after he beat the best and so called toughest doorman in England they controlled them all.
Molly was shot and died in their butchers shop by Alex Feller and Hamish McNeil. His despair and thirst for revenge was unquenchable, he would find and kill them or die himself. There would be no mercy for them, you don't take from George what he is not prepared to give.
George had met and married Alice Bettis and now Molly was gone she was the only person who possibly could control the raging monster inside George. He set about finding the two men, McNeil was killed in Scotland while Alex Feller had fled to the USA to escape George. It didn't work out that way and after killing him in Boston he fought and beat Finley Fitzpatrick, the biggest Irish black man anyone had ever seen, on top of his size he had an Irish accent and the highest pitched voice ever, he sounded like a cat with its balls in a vice when he spoke.
Setting off on a tramp steamer home George encountered the twins Mini and Maxi, two over sexed and the most sexually outrageous women anyone could have share a bed with. These girls would take it to the limit and then some, there was nothing they wouldn't try or have already done sexually, and saying no just wasn't in their vocabulary.
George North now ran all the doors on the North side of the Thames and was without doubt the hardest man in the UK if not the world. He was unmatched in ferocity, rage, power and speed, a man no one wanted fight. All was going well as he now had a daughter Al and a son George, while Al his first born and without doubt was the female version of him, his son took after Alice his wife. Al had her own fighting reputation and as you will find out she was a lesbian as well. She had no compulsion about using her size and strength to get what she wanted and that included rape.

 

Chapter 2

 

Molly recovered quickly and Blanche told her of her fears about Bert and China, she said she’d talk to him after work. He sat and listened, even nodding at times, not that he was really listening to her and she knew it as well. Molly decided to keep a close eye on him hoping that if she threw herself in to training he’d be so busy he’d forget China.

It was all in vain, Bert’s mind was set and once that was done he’d never let it go, his mum had said he was like a dog with a bone. Bert sneaked out on the night China was going to be at the Bulls Head pub, he was carrying six knives. The three he’d kept when he first met Molly and three of his hand made ones.

Bert had put on his rubber boots from work as they made almost no sound and made his way to the Bulls Head. While he thought he’d managed to get out without anyone knowing Molly had been waiting and followed him. She too had known about China’s meeting and guessed Bert would try something then as he would be far away from his normal stomping ground.

Blanche had told Molly that Arthur had put the word out that while Bert and Molly were in his manor they had his full protection, the problem was the Bulls Head was right on that border, a sort of no man’s land. Bert had been to the Bulls Head earlier and knew it had three ways in. The main door was on the corner and then it had one at each end of the building.

The night was cold and Bert watched his breath vaporise when he breathed out, the street lighting wasn’t that good around the pub which to him was an advantage. It smelt like rain his dad would say when it was like this, Bert had never been able to smell rain when his dad had claimed he could. Now though he was sure it would rain soon, he got there earlier than he wanted to so holed up in a door way where he could see all three doors. Molly was some way back wrapped in a heavy shawl and woolly hat; she had got herself an old army revolver from a friend saying she had a rat problem. That was in itself not that far away from the truth, her problem was a human rat known as John China.

Bert waited all the while he checked and rechecked his knives, a light drizzle had started to fall which soon became a heavy down pour. The pub was now emptying as he watched from the doorway he was hiding in, soon now, very soon China would be out and then he’d confront him. He’d never touch Molly again he’d make sure of that.

John China walked out through the main door with Ape. He’d had a lot to drink Bert could tell by his swagger, he’d been watching China and knew when he’d been drinking a lot. Bert waited till they were real close to the door way and then stepped out.

“China me old son fancy seeing you here.” said Bert.

China moved his head back to try to focus better on the man in front of him, it was Ape who spoke first. “’Ere John it’s that butchers kid, the one we done over a few weeks ago.” Ape wasn’t as drunk as China.

“What do want son, some more of what I gives yer?” said Ape.

Bert just smiled, on the outside he looked totally fearless and in complete control, inside was another matter. His heart was working overtime and the sweat was running down his back, he was hot very hot even though it was freezing in the open air.

“We got unfinished business you and me China.” He snarled.

Ape suddenly shot forward straight at Bert, this loud mouth up start was going to get a proper beating and he’d do it. Bert’s hand flashed out and two knives imbedded themselves in to Apes neck severing his wind pipe and artery. Ape collapsed on to the cobbled street and was slowly drowning in his own blood. China may have been drunk but not too drunk to know he had a fight on his hands.

Bert’s hand flashed again as another knife flew towards its target, China swerved the blade and grinned. “You gotta do better than that son.” he laughed.

Bert did and the next blade buried itself in his right thigh, he grunted then two more knives hit his left thigh and stomach. China though was a tough street hardened man and slowly stood up and pulled the first knife out and threw it back at Bert. It caught him in the chest and Molly gasped luckily for Bert China was no knife thrower and it struck him handle first.

China was still grinning as he pulled out all the other knives, this time though he kept them and started to move towards Bert. The strange thing to China was that this kid was smiling at him as he closed the gap between them to twenty feet.

“When I gets a hold of you I’m gonna cut you in to little pieces and send you back to your own shop so they can make meat pies out of the remains,” he said menacingly.

Bert stayed silent; he was throwing the knife that China had thrown at him up and down, flipping it over and over in the air. Each time it got higher and higher, the rain had stopped and the moon had come out and the silver light sparkled on the revolving blade. China never took his eyes off it and Bert said as he threw it even higher. “Here we go then one last throw of the dice.”

China’s eyes followed up as it somersaulted towards the glimmering moon, just what Bert wanted him to do. From behind his back Bert took a big meat clever and while China’s eyes were watching the blade dancing in the air he launched the clever at him. It struck home just where he’d intended and it split China’s face right down the middle and he fell back flat on his back. Molly had her hand over her mouth as Bert threw the clever, now she ran to him as he was removing the clever and knives. “Bert what have you done? you’ll hang if they catch you.”

“So what, you’re worth it” came his hard reply.

Molly spun around as a metallic sound drew her attention; Ape was drawing a pistol and had dragged it across the cobbles to bring it to bear on the two of them. He may be about to die soon but he was going to take them with him. B