“Another witness states that you have been creating potions. Why there's even a story about your turning Goodman Thomas into a toad.”
She blanched. She knew the punishment for witchcraft. “Please, please Sirs. I am no witch. I would never practice the black arts! You have to believe me.”
“Indeed. You know a witch must be drowned.”
She shook her head furiously again, tears beginning to run down her eyes. “I am no witch, I swear on all that is good and holy.”
The priest sighed exaggeratedly. She looked between him and the king. The king had a smirk upon his face.
“It would seem your accuser of witchcraft has recanted their story. You are a very fortunate young lady.” The priest offered solemnly.
She leaned forward, the tears now due to thanks. She shook in relief.
“However...” the priest began.
Her head jerked back up.
“However, there is still the matter of the harlotry.” He shook his head in disappointment. “We simply cannot allow our maidens to run around the village like you have been. Why you could be ravished! We cannot allow you to risk your virtue. A man simply could not control himself.”
He began to roll up his scroll and glanced to the king. “Majesty, what is your command? What punishment has she brought upon herself?”
He was too quick to proclaim it. She knew he'd already planned it. Maybe they all had conspired to plan it. “A simple punishment. One night in the stockade.”
The fear shot through her and the blood rushed from her head. She blacked out.
CHAPTER 5
When Rosalind awoke, her punishment had already begun. She was fully clothed, her head stuck through the tight wooden hole. Her hands were fit through even smaller holes, so tight she could not yank them back through. Though to add insult, her jailers had added a pair of manacles to her arms as well, the chain lay between and weighed her down.
Her neck hurt already. The stock made her lean forward at an uncomfortable angle, and her body had been limp for a while. She pushed herself up to her feet, trying to figure out which step she could keep her feet on to alleviate some of the pressure on her wrists and neck. Quickly she discovered each one was equally painful.
But she was alone. She knew it would not last long but for now she had a few moments to compose herself. Clearly she'd been set up but it was her own fault. She should not have worn clothing so revealing, even under another set of clothing. She cursed her vanity.
Finally a figure emerged from the darkness. She would know his over sized hat anywhere. He laughed cruelly at her predicament and slowly walked in a circle around her helpless body.
“You should have just taken a tumble with me, darling. This would have been much easier.”
She raised her eyes to him, but said nothing. He reached out his hand and slowly traced it down her back, all the way to her rear. He squeezed both cheeks. “You'll enjoy this night much less than you would have that time in the barn.”
He slowly traced his hand back to the stock itself, and back over. Then he knelt in front of her face. He lay his hand against her cheek and cupped it.
Then he did something she did not expect from this evening. He slowly leaned forward and lay his lips upon hers.
Perhaps because she was surprised, perhaps because of the gentleness, she felt herself respond. His lips were thin but tasted of salt and smoke. When his tongue parted past her lips, she did not fight it. When he slowly pulled away, she felt dizzy and stared questioningly into his eyes.
“I would have preferred this another way.”
He stood then and gestured behind her. A man that she had not heard approach was suddenly behind her, yanking her dress up to her waist. He jerked and her small clothes were suddenly pooled around her ankles. She looked fearfully to the outrider, who finally broke her gaze to see what was happening behind.
There was no preamble to it. She was simply empty, and then she was not. A hot blaze of pain shot through her body as the first man inside of her was tearing into her hole. The tears began to stream down again and she looked pleadingly to the outrider. He was intent on what was happening behind her. Her eyes wandered lower and she could tell that despite his words, he was enjoying himself immensely.
She had no idea who was buried inside her. She could feel the softness of his balls as they pressed against her, buried all the way inside. It was then he decided to start moving. He was slow at first, trying to get her tiny hole to take his entire cock, but it did not take long for her body to respond against her own wishes. It sucked and pulled him in, for it did not care who was inside. It was made for this.
And the man responded in kind. He began to move more rhythmically, increasing his speed. Though he made no sounds, she could hear a second set of breathing that was not from her watching outrider. It was becoming ragged. The rhythm sped again and suddenly became awkward. He thrust again several times, hard before suddenly she felt him explode deep inside of her.
His only response to his orgasm was a grunt. He then pulled out of her, and she felt all of his seed splash down her legs. He was kind enough to pull her dress back down, though he did nothing to pull up her other small clothes.
Her voice was small after the other left. “Why, inside me? Why?”
The outrider shrugged. “The king does as he wills.”
He was still standing, looking down at her, hard against his leather breeches. He slowly ran his crotch along her face, though he did nothing to unlace it. Her lips ran along his length, through the leather pants, and she wondered when he would take his turn. He shook his head then, regretfully and then pulled away.
It was not long until she heard a set of heavy footsteps. The outrider merely nodded his head to the newcomer. No words were spoken. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her waist, the fat fingers pressing into her flesh hard.
This one was rougher even than the one before. He shook her as if she were an inanimate object, moving her legs this way and that until he finally settled her in the position that he was looking for. Then she felt her cheeks being pulled apart and a second rod, thicker than the one before though shorter, plunged deep inside.
She braced herself, she could feel her body trying to allow for the larger girth and protesting. Still, her body wanted this and it lubricated even this man. She wondered if it was the priest, since she felt fat thighs slapping into her own but she had no way to know. It could be anyone in truth.
Over and over he shoved his fat rod into her still tight hole. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. This one did not intend to hurry. His balls were long and wide like the rest of him, and they sweatily slammed into her slit. She felt him lean forward, holding onto the stockade itself to try to get leverage as he slammed over and over inside of her.
The outrider was still enjoying her discomfort. He knelt before her and reached for her breasts underneath the stock. He watched them as they slammed over and over into the wood, bouncing for his pleasure.
Finally a moan sounded behind her and the fat man trembled. He spurt deep inside of her as well, although he finally pulled out and let his last couple of sprays tumble over her rear end. Her thighs were shaking from what he had done before he slapped her on the rear once and used her dress to wipe the sweat off his face and the seed off his cock.
He did not bother to drop her skirt. The outrider had reached out then and slowly began to run his hands along her breast. He squeezed one tightly, so much so that she winced in pain.
“I've never seen any so large,” he began.
Just then she felt another man shove himself into her. And the cycle began again. However the outrider did not seem intent on what was going on above, but rather he was watching the jiggling of her breasts. He flicked his wrist and freed one. Watching closely as it continued to smash over and over against the wood. Then he freed the other. Both of her breasts dangled free as the third man finally pulled out and squirted his load all over her back.
The outri
der was exploring her nipples when the fourth man came up. He too plunged right in, longer than the other three. She felt her legs shake as he began to reach places that she'd never had touched. She looked pleadingly to the outrider. He simply pinched her nipple, hard, and grinned cruelly at her.
She was not even sure the last two men had known he was there, hidden as he was behind the stockade. They certainly did not act as if another man was watching. Instead they were left to their own devices, plunging into her body and mounting their own pleasure, caring not at all for hers. The simple fact that she was still wet was her body's reaction to the violations it was going through. At least that's what she told herself.
The fifth man had a different plan than the others. No doubt he saw her ill used hole and believed he would find greater pleasures somewhere else. And so he found her dark hole and rammed himself directly into it. She screamed then. She swore she wouldn't, but that was too much.
The outrider came to her rescue. He reached his glove hand between her dripping thighs, though he did not move from his position, and began to rub her softly. His other hand was still working at her nipple, and his eyes gazed up at hers. The man behind her was moving slowly, no doubt realizing the ass was virgin, and tried to get enough room to pump in and out.
She'd never felt anything quite like the leather gloves that moved along her slit. He teased her, excited her, distracted her from what was happening above. When the man began to pump in and out, she had found a place deep inside that was excited by what was happening to her. She felt her insides grow tight, differently than the tightness the man inside her ass was experiencing. She felt her body go flush. Finally, while the man behind was pumping in earnest, she shrieked in pleasure, and her body began to shake. The man had to hold her hips tightly to keep her from bucking away from him. This seemed to excite him more and he had a couple of final, hard pumps before spurting deep inside of her.
“Now, see, you really are a harlot. Enjoying that sort of depravity,” the man behind said. He yanked himself out as well, and like the others, used her clothing to clean himself before leaving her for the next taker.
CHAPTER 6
Hours later Emi awoke in the small castle portion of the photo shoot area. She found herself curled up next to her outrider, her head nestled against his chest. She was completely nude. Her large breasts lay heavy upon him.
Her stirring awoke him as well. He felt her try to pull away from him, but instead he pulled her more tightly to him. He leaned his head forward to kiss her. Strangely, she did not pull away.
“Feeling alright?” he asked, sleepily.
She took stock of her body quickly and then nodded. “Sore but satisfied. That was a Hell of an evening. Not what I expected.”
He grinned and put his hands behind his head. “In a good way though,” he said, sure of himself.
“You surprise me.” She said and slowly ran her long nail down the front of his shirt.
“Why, darling? Cause I didn't fuck you?”
She tilted her head to the side and chuckled. “Yes. Here I thought you orchestrated all of this just to get in my pants.”
He grinned and closed his eyes. “I know something about you.”
She frowned. “Oh? What's that?”
“Simple. You don't like commitment. You don't sleep with the same guy twice.”
She wrinkled her nose and started to rise. He quickly grabbed her wrist in his large hand. “Now now, I'm not looking down on you for it. Don't misunderstand. It's one of the things I really like about you. You're always after the next best thing, the next new exciting experience. Am I wrong?”
The frown had not left her lips. “I'm not here to be psychoanalyzed. I do what makes me happy.”
“Exactly. But see, I'm really starting to fall for you girl. I don't even know your name, but here's what I do know. If I sleep with you, you're gonna bolt.”
“What makes you think I won't bolt anyway?”
“You might. That's your prerogative. But give me another chance to give you another story. I'll blow your mind.”
She was intrigued. He was extremely attractive. Stranger still he not only seemed OK with how she lived, he actually believed he'd figured a pattern out to it.
“Why should I give you another shot if you have no intention of having sex?”
“Oh I have every intention of having sex. But not until you tell me you'll do it more than once.”
He sat up then to face her. One hand cupped her cheek while the other trailed down her hand to her wrist. He slowly pulled it to his lips and kissed it again.
“I want you for more than just one night. And I will convince you with my stories.”
“Fine. You have one more chance. When?”
“Next year. Friday night. Nine P.M. Same place.”
She laughed then. “A whole year? You wish to wait a whole year to sleep with me?”
He nodded solemnly. “To do it right, yes.”
She had no choice. She nodded and stood, fumbling around for her clothing.
Before she could pull them back on, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into another deep passionate kiss. She felt herself melt into him and a moan escaped her lips. Then he pulled away, tipped his hat, and walked for the door.
She stood nude, still dripping from fulfilling her long desired stockade fantasy, and could think of nothing but the man she had not slept with.
SLEEPING BEAUTY
Debauched Desires #3
by
Claudia Balvenie
Copyright 2014.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
All characters are above the age of 18
CHAPTER 1
Emi awoke Saturday morning aching and sore. Her previous evening's encounter with the stockade would have left a lesser woman unable to function, but she was blessed with a fast healing body. She knew she'd be ready for more abuse that evening, and she couldn't wait to seek it out.
Emi had planned her Saturday outfit weeks in advance. She had been working on an extremely detailed anime character outfit. In general the fetish for the anime girls was to wear school girl uniforms only with some twist. Her twist was that her skirt was hemmed extremely short, meaning that if she leaned over or moved the wrong way then her cheeks would be visible to the world.
Normally she preferred to flaunt her breasts which she considered to be her best feature. However, that simply didn't work with the character she had chosen to portray.
Before she headed back out onto the floor to find out what sort of predator she could attract, she had to fully embrace her role. It was sometimes difficult for Emi to pull these anime girls together. Emi had graduated high school nearly ten years before, and though she looked young enough to pull off the character physically it took some difficult acting in order to embrace the foolishness of a schoolgirl.
That's the main reason she'd chosen to portray this girl. She was young but bookish, always keeping her thick, long raven tresses in a ponytail. She wore glasses due to her years of burying her head in the books. The character was extremely shy but romantic. These were traits Emi felt certain she could play off.
Beyond that, Emi was half Japanese. Her Asian decent wasn't always necessary for her characters, and often she could pull off completely white without much work. This character however required her to go the other way. It was simple enough for her to exaggerate her more exotic half with makeup while still giving off the impression of innocence.
The innocence is what drew them in, the ones she most wanted to sleep with. There was nothing more thrilling to her than watching a man try to corrupt a young woman, and she actively enticed that trait. If any man she found interesting wished to conquer her, they were welcome to try.
At this convention of fifty thousand people, there were plenty who wished to try.
She twirled arou
nd once in the mirror and nodded in approval. Her skirt was sufficiently short. Her overly large breasts were hinted at, though not on display. That would be a surprise. She'd even successfully aged herself down. She was fairly certain she could pass for a high schooler now, easily. She hid her ID, cash, and room key in a hidden pocket then put her badge over her head. It was time to hunt.
CHAPTER 2
Though she kept a lookout, she did not expect any potential candidates early in the morning. Yet she could rarely sleep long while she was at a convention. She lived for these vacations. She would dream about what had been done to her for the rest of the year. However, she could not spend all of her time in bed.
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