He thrusts forward quicker, battering against my buttocks, his chest slippery with the effort of flogging me.
My sex responds as it tries to null out the pain of the lashes on my body. I close my eyes and concentrate, allowing the sensations to take over as Henry’s hand finds the secret bud of desire at the top of my cunt and circles it.
I moan, bleeding in the square, as my husband fucks me, letting him humiliate and debase me in front of the village.
He thrusts deeper, pressing right against the rubbery buttress of my womb before he gives a jolt, a groan and ejects his sperm inside me.
He flops against my back, thrice, and pulls out, a puddle of semen spilling from my cunt lips to mix with the blood and sweat darkening the dirt below.
“My wife has humiliated me in cuckold,” he announces. “Who among you will help me deliver this punishment? Who here would like to sample her villainous cunt?
No! Henry!
The ring of men closes in and I whip my head frantically from side to side.
Surely, he cannot watch idly as the mob takes me. My own husband would not allow such a thing to happen, but as the men and boys close in, he is nowhere to be seen.
I call out. “Henry! Henry!” but he is lost in a sea of smiling faces and fat cocks, all pressing around the triangle to which I am bound.
It begins.
They come at me in a swarm, the crush of male flesh overwhelming, mouths and cocks and fingers pulling, sucking, pushing, twisting, biting all eager for their own taste and touch.
Fingers glide into my wetness. With a thumb on my clit I cannot help the way my cunt kicks into action, spilling fresh desire. I shake and shiver as they press themselves against me, fingers replaced by a giant cock that stretches my cunt wide and causes my mouth to oval out in a strange pull of pleasure as I’m fucked by the village butcher.
“Henry!” I cry again, as the giant cock begins to pump me harder, running hard against the obstruction of my womb.
The cock slides out and rides up against my anus. Others help to spread my cut cheeks wide.
“No!” I scream. “Please!”
The giant does not listen. He presses his grubby lips against my cheek. “I’ve been waiting to see what it’s like in this tight little ass of yours.”
He spits down into my ass crack and uses his hand to mix the saliva against the twist of my asshole. With fingers tight around the base of his cock he drives himself upwards and buries half of his cock inside the heated tunnel of my rectum.
My head lolls on my shoulders as a boy sucks at my nipple, pulling it into a tight cylinder as it comes away from my body.
Another man, a skinny sailor with desperate eyes, cups my other breast, lifting and letting it fall on my chest as yet another individual pushes both away, lining up his cock with my void pussy.
I cannot take two men at once. I will die between them. But they do not care for my wellbeing.
With a huff the man in front of me angles his narrow weapon towards my sopping hole and drives forward, filling me quickly so that the two cocks rub together inside me to bring a deep and dark satisfaction straining to my lips.
My legs shake as they pound away at my body, one man replaced by the next as they pummel me over and over.
The giant in my ass bellows right beside my ear and releases inside my asshole, blood, cum and sweat dripping down my thighs when he evacuates and the next cock fills the vacant space.
Another man slaps my ass, laughing like a madman as he kneads my tender buttocks and rubs dirt into the wounds.
Every time the man behind me comes against my ass, a rose of pain blooms and I see stars, the only thing keeping me afloat the hemp that has ground into my wrists. My joints are pulled this way and that as the mob fucking continues on.
A splatter of seed hits my eye, another directed into my mouth as I see a young man hoisted by his friends towards my face.
They scoot him forward and his cock runs between my lips.
I clean him with my tongue as the pleasure builds in my core at being completely filled and debased.
I am a whore, the village slut to be used as Henry sees fit.
Another grunt and my sex is filled again, thick rivulets of white and creamy speed gathering on the ground as it leaks from my slit.
I’m raw, the only lubrication left the sperm that has been spilled inside me as man after man comes against me and deposits his load.
I spot Henry ahead, watching on with a deep curiosity and stroking his cock. I don’t call out to him. I simply look at him with a detached disdain as my body flops between men and their cocks rise up within me as one.
The battering on my clit becomes too much to bear.
No. Do not let it take you, but it’s too strong. The sensation becomes overwhelming and I cry out towards the heavens as a powerful orgasm rattles through my body. My ass and cunt clamp down simultaneously and both men fucking me explode at the same time, fresh seed adding to the old until I lose count completely of how many times I have been filled and fucked.
A second orgasm strikes and I shudder and spasm again, drool and cum spilling from my month as I become animal and abandon all decorum.
They mean to fuck me to death. I will climax until I die, captured here in this triangle of pain as my husband watches on, masturbating his member until his cock coughs again into the ground.
The sun passes overhead but the line to fill me does not end. The word has spread and men gather in hordes to sample my wares.
As the shadows around my ankles stretch to the horizon I barely feel them at all.
I cannot tell if I am conscious as night falls. Seed has dried into a thick skin on my body and face, cracking in the heat and now cooling as my ass as it is once more cleaved open by cock.
I close my eyes and let myself drift.
I cannot feel their cocks any more. I barely even notice the pain from the lashings that have cut across my skin from the leather and birch, the hot strips that were so sensitive hours ago.
With detachment, I’m dimly aware of my bonds being undone.
The world slumps sideways and strong hands pick me up. The pressure around my hands and ankles is released as I quiver and tremble.
Henry? Could it be?
I am carried away in thick arms, head a strange attachment to my body, my cunt and ass open as the ocean.
I see lights and flashes of colour, but little else.
One moment I am dancing in a meadow and the next demons and gargoyles are ripping me apart limb from limb.
There’s fire, all around me, consuming even my cunt.
I don’t even have the energy to cry out when Henry lowers me into the bath. He applies lavender soap gently, washing my hair and running his fingertips through my swollen and raw folds.
He lifts me from the crimson water and towels me down, applying soothing balms and ointments to the crosshatched cuts and wounds that mark by buttocks, legs and back.
His voice seems distant. “The wounds are not deep. You’ll heal quickly, my love,” but I’m not so sure.
There’s a look of deep admiration on his face. “You took those cocks so well, Grace. Every single man was serviced. Every boy. You need not face them again if you wish. We can move. It’s your decision, the wish I shall grant you for fulfilling my deepest and darkest of fantasies.”
He massages balm into my bruised and distended anus, gently separating my cheeks so he can work against the ring of muscle.
“Whatever you want, it is yours.”
I would do it again, I think. I would take all the cocks in the world to feel that way again, but I do not speak it. I let him work. I let him caress and soothe me.
I wait.
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When Suzie finally confessed her kidnap fantasy to husband Dave, she never imagined it would lead to anything but embarrassment. Little does she know how far her hubby is willing to take it, conspiring with a known criminal and organising a sexual encounter that will push her mind and body to their absolute limits. The question is, how far is she willing to go for ultimate in pleasure?
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