Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  The cramping began. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to hold in the offensive liquid. Milk and molasses. Ten minutes. I heard the clicking of the timer. I counted to ten and then counted again. Time stood still. Finally, the timer went off and I looked pleadingly up at him. He nodded. I scurried up and barely made it to the stool before he contents of my bowels gushed out. I was crying, mainly from the humiliation of him watching me.

  My Lord is true to his word. After the second enema, when I was good and clean, he inserted a large black plug. This usually hurts like hell, but because of the cleansing, it slid right it. I am going about my daily chores but feeling the plug with every movement. A constant reminder that I am his and he will use me when and how he chooses. The plug a place holder for his cock.

  "Girl!" I hear him call.

  I stop what I am doing and go into the living room. He smiles at me and pats his lap. I assume the position, bracing my hands against the floor.

  "You make me so happy, Girl."

  I am content as his commanding hand lands heavily on my bottom. Fire spreads across my cheeks. He alternates from one globe to the other. After fifteen minutes of this, I'm crying, but can't help thinking of how sore his hand must be. He stops, gently rubs my stinging bottom. I feel his hand between my legs, his fingers gliding over my dripping slit.

  "Spread your legs."

  I do, knowing what he has planned. I take a few quick breathes and ball my hands into small, tight fists. The first slap to my nether lips is sharp and quick. I gasp, but don't move. By the fifth swat, though I'm beyond crying. Reality no longer exists, just a haze of beautifully painful pleasure. He grasps my engorged clit and pinches. Hard. I can't help myself. I explode, squirting my submission into his hand. Somewhere I hear his delighted laughter.

  3:00 p.m. My bottom stung, my clit tenderized and my asshole was sore. After the last spanking, my Lord had removed the plug and fucked my ass. It was glorious. He bent me over the chair in the living room and pounded away. After the anticipation wearing the plug for over an hour, I came immediately. Luckily, he lasted longer. He fucked me mercilessly with hard, strong thrusts and finally, grasping my swinging tits, he emptied his load deep inside my bowels. When he pulled out, he had me suck him clean, which I happily did. Now, I was on the bed, lying on my back, awaiting his pleasure again. Seriously - could this day get any better?

  "Your bottom is still nicely red, so I think it's time to concentrate on the nipples."

  Thank goddess!

  "But first, I don't think your ass should be empty, do you?"

  I bit my lip, knowing an answer from me was not really expected or wanted. He inserted the beads. When the last one entered my more than tender asshole, I almost exploded again.

  He dangled a pair of tweezer clamps in front of me. I was grateful. These hurt, but not horribly. I knew immediately that I would be wearing them for a while. He sucked on my right nipple and a line of electricity ran straight to my clit. I arched my back and grabbed the bedding. He sucked hard, pulling my nipple taunt then attaching the first clamp. It was tight, but not painful. Then he administered to the left nipple. I was panting. He gave the chain connecting the clamps a tug and I began to quiver. He smiled at me and said, "Ride me."

  He lay beside me and I immediately rolled over to climb on top of him. I slid his rod inside of my wet, welcoming pussy and clamped my muscles around him, the bead pushing against his cock. I arched my back, closed my eyes and allowed waves of pleasure to wash over me. When I had regained my breath, and looked at him, I saw that gleam in his eyes again. He lifted the chain to my mouth. I opened and bit down, my nipples straining against their bonds.

  "Ride."

  6:00 p.m. I am satiated. But revived. My kind Lord allowed me to nap for a few hours after the last session. He removed the nipple clamps after he had filled my womb with his essence, but kept the beads inside of me. I was not to be without a reminder of my place, even in sleep. When I awoke, it was near dinner time. I wandered into his den and asked if he would like me to prepare him some food. He didn't look up from his newspaper but said that he would prefer a variety of appetizers and snacks as opposed to a full dinner. He also informed me that I should prepare enough for a few guests. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to question him, but he looked up at me with a strictness that boded punishment for any impertinence, so I nodded and went about my business. I had wanted to ask him about the beads still lodged in my bottom, but thought better of it.

  Around 7:00 the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen and froze. I was naked and plugged with beads and he had invited guests over??? I heard him greet someone whose voice I did not recognize. Then I realized I was hearing several male voices. A moment later, my Lord came into the kitchen.

  "You will bring the appetizers into my study. Once there I will blindfold you and you will stand in the corner awaiting my pleasure. Questions?"

  I knew that he would not force me to do this. All I had to do was tell him that I was uncomfortable with this situation and he would allow me to put clothes on or retreat to our bedroom for the evening. I looked at him and smiled.

  "No, my Lord."

  I stood facing the corner, listening to male conversation, sometimes centered around me, sometimes not. I recognized no voices and made no sound or movement. I could not, however, control my excitement and one gentleman made not of how my thighs were beginning to glisten. My Lord agreed. I felt his hand on my arm and he gently led me over to his desk. He pushed my shoulders gently and I leaned over, resting my elbows on his cleaned off desktop. One man whistled, impressed with the loop at the end of the beads dangling from my ass. My Lord ran his hand over my sore bottom and gave it a sharp slap. I jumped slightly and the men laughed.

  "Would any of you like a go at her bottom?"

  I closed my eyes in humiliation. He was offering my ass to men I did not know and would never be able to recognize again since I was blindfolded.

  "Gentleman, choose your implement. You may each have 5 full minutes to tan her bottom."

  I panted with fear and excitement. I yelped as I felt the heavy slap of a wooden paddle landed squarely on my sit spot. My Lord had his hands on my head. He leaned down and whispered, "I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  The End.

  A Forbidden Tale

  It had been a long afternoon in the keep's garden and Helga had enjoyed the conversation with her lord's new servant Julia. Julia had been given the task of cleaning this common meeting area from a gathering the night before. Lord Henry had won the conflict with the neighboring kingdom, and most of the countryside had been celebrating. The keep was quiet today and because the conflict had taken it's toll on her, Helga the female warrior had enjoyed it.

  But this was a most unusual conversation with maid Julia. Helga didn't know how, but the conversation had strayed toward marriage and love. Helga had suggested she could talk to Lord Henry about his maid and request that she be allowed to marry. She wanted to do this for her friend and since the war was over, she thought it would be possible for her to be released and have a life of her own. After this years long ordeal it was time to give something back to a land that had suffered so much.

  But everything she said to Julia seemed like it was being deflected by a healer's ward. Blocked like the skill of the keep's top clerics. She was puzzled in this. Julia was polite but she seemed to pass off everything Helga said. Walking away to begin her guard rounds Helga became even more confused.

  "Why would she refuse?" Helga said out loud.

  She knew if she had a chance to have love and passion she would jump at it. But she knows it is not possible. She has a secret that she must keep. For it is against the crown to seek the type of love she wants. She must keep her secret until her death.

  Helga is a striking warrior both in prowess with a blade, and beauty like one of the revered goddesses of legend. Her long flowing auburn hair is a hereditary trait along with her tall stature and athletic frame. Even thou
gh she has created fear in her enemies countless times, she still manages to hold her beauty. There have been many suitors, but none have taken her heart. They have tried and failed just as the countless hoard had failed to kill her. It has puzzled willing men from one end of this kingdom to the other. But there is a secret she will never tell.

  For it is true, blasphemy and heretic nature combined, Helga has no interest in men. She never did. Even when she took to her bed a member of the legion, nightly for a week, it did not excite her much. She only did it out of a sense of duty to the man that had nearly died saving her life. She could not understand why she did not feel the way she should about a man who was clearly attractive and well endowed. Even when asked to marry, she did not have the passion in her heart to accept. She knew what her true nature was.

  This is why she vowed a life of service to the kingdom instead. It was not until she came back from the final battle two days ago that she realized something. Worn and bruised, but a hero who had led the attack on the hoard, she was given the best treatment. Her Lord ordered ten female servants to care for her and make her battle fatigue disappear. It was then that she realized her true nature.

  She was stripped of her armor, and led to the keep's bath. The servants fed and bathed her. It was then that she realized something that shocked and amazed her at the same time. As the women servants touched her with the warm water, their hands cleaned every part of her she began to realize what kind of attention her mind preferred. As one very young servant washed her private region her insides erupted with feeling. She had told the girl to keep cleaning there in that one place. The soft gentle touch had given her a release of womanly expression so strong that she lost her footing and collapsed in the large pool. She passed it off to them as part of her injury as to not give away her secret.

  The wounded male soldier with all his penetrating manly passion, and sheer size had not even come close. She thought an aggressive nature would excite her warrior instinct. Even attacking him one night, slamming him down on the bed flat and devouring him did not excite her like this young servant's touch.

  It never felt as mystical as that moment with the young female servant as her flower exploded with the force of a conjuror's flame. Even though she tried to reject and forget, she could not. In her private bed chambers she would create a fantasy of that moment with the servant, touching her, reaching her own self induced passion. Though the physical touch was there, there was still no loving connection.

  This Helga knew would be all she cold ever hope for. If she told of her thoughts of forbidden desire, she would be exiled or even executed. She did not want a husband and has to avoid talk of it even though her Lord offered her choice of his sons. She has to tell him that she is sworn to duty and service and it is her life. But she knows better. She cannot have the feelings from who she desires, another woman. But what if it was in secret?

  Something about the things that Julia said fascinated her. Her shoulder length jet black hair was an oddity in a culture with mostly medium and light colored strands. She stood over a food shorter than Helga with only a hint of muscular build, but she smiled inwardly when she realized they had nearly the same medium breast size. She could have been a warrior too. It was almost like she was looking into her own early confusion about love and passion when she thought about Julia. She could sense the struggle within her maid friend. Could it be true? Could her blasphemy not be just a chance? Someone else has it too? She was determined to find out and she had an idea.

  Helga was told by her Lord that because of her service she could pick a personal servant that would tend to her for as long as she deemed fit. She was about to pick that person. She was determined as if she was about to do battle. But this one would not be won with swords and might. Hearts would decide.

  "Enter," Helga called out from inside her quarters.

  "My lady," came a familiar voice.

  "Good day," Helga smiled as she turned.

  "Our lord has told me that my new task would be servant to you warrior Helga," Maid Julia said. "I am to serve all of your needs as you have them."

  "Thank you Julia," Helga said, "I accept your service. Thank you."

  "What shall I do first mistress?" Julia asked.

  "Sit and talk a while Julia," Helga smiled. "Keep me company. I enjoyed our conversation yesterday."

  "Yes mistress," Julia said. "As did I."

  "To tell you plainly," Helga said as she sat the both of them down, "I requested you."

  "Thank you," Julia nodded, "I shall serve you well."

  "I think your...special," Helga smiled, "I think we can be friends."

  "Mistress I am your servant and pledged to do the tasks you give me without question. It seems inappropriate for you to see me as a friend," Julia said.

  "Actually you have it wrong," Helga said as she stood, "Yes I need someone to tidy my quarters, and perform an occasional errand. But I wanted a friend too, and I enjoyed our time together. I think we are of a similar mind."

  "Thank you mistress," Julia said.

  "Now after you tidy things up here just a little, you have the rest of the day off until it's my bath time at dusk," Helga said.

  "As you wish," Julia bowed.

  Helga took her leave and went about her rounds of the castle and exterior grounds. There was still a chance of insurgents trying to breech the castle walls, so the rounds were necessary. Even yesterday she dispatched one that had nearly climbed the south wall to the top. She had guessed he was an assassin, though she didn't give him a chance to tell her.

  It had always seemed such a beautiful land to Helga, even ravaged by war. Just a few months ago in the late spring as she walked through a battlefield full of broken corpses, she had noticed something profound. For there was a single white flower nearly at the center of the field. It stood out amongst the carnage. She had told her charge to protect that flower at all cost until all was cleared. For she knew that if she let this symbol of peace thrive, there would be an end to the bloody carnage. Now a month later, the kingdom is quiet.

  Even though she was doing her duty her mind was elsewhere. Her strong attraction to a servant made her take action to assure her company. Was this a good idea she wondered? She is a warrior, and has shed and spilled blood throughout the land. She felt strong in her decisions, but could this one be wrong? Her feelings and what she thought of her maid were not. One thing was certain. She would see soon enough. As her rounds concluded she returned to her quarters. It was the dinner hour and soon time for her bath down by the river pool.

  "Mistress my work is done here but afterward I did not now what other tasks to complete," Julia said as Helga entered the chamber.

  "Oh nothing was expected. You should have just taken a rest," Helga said.

  "That would be inappropriate," Julia said.

  "Not for my servant," Helga said as she set her blade down on the main table, "I think your life's tasks have been difficult enough. It's time to have a good occupation...with benefits."

  "My duty is to serve," Julia said.

  "Speaking truthfully, I enjoy your friendship and I know you enjoyed our talk. We can be friends can we not?" Helga asked.

  "I have never had a friendship besides the maid's banter around the washing pond, just duty, and not always reasonable tasks," Julia said. "I don't know how."

  "Then just be my friend...one who also keeps my quarters tidy. Enjoy your time instead," Helga stated as she sat down to eat the meal Julia had prepared.

  After a bit of back and forth it seemed as if Julia started to accept her new fortune. She even smiled for the first time, even to the point of glowing. For the meal, the two friends talked about their lives and work. Julia was a little put off by Helga's talk of her battles. But the warrior soon realized that it was more out of genuine concern, even a worry. She knew she would have to abstain mostly from that kind of talk, and could feel the attraction that seemed to be growing from her new friend. When Julia was cleaning up the food, Helga in her
warrior instinct could sense eyes on her nearly the entire time. When she looked at Julia she received a smile, like a shy animal back.

  "Julia my friend," Helga said as she stood, "It is my day of bathing, and nearly dusk now."

  "Yes I gathered already your garment changes," Julia said. "They are in a satchel near the doorway."

  "Thoughtful," Helga smiled, "Can you gather your change also or should I reciprocate?"

  "You mean my cleansing?" Julia asked, "The emerald pool is reserved for only certain warriors like you mistress, even coming close to the pool when it is being used is punishable by time in the keep's dungeon. Servants use a cold water bucket out behind the armory."

  "Not my servant," Helga stated, "My friend. She will bathe in the same place I do. In a real bath in water using the best cleansing materials."

  "Thank you mistress," Julia said, "But the guard at the gate...they will not allow."

  "The guard will not cross me or I will have his emblem and send him back to the village as a commoner. He will also keep it to himself or find he has a new hole in his body to add to his other ones," Helga stated strongly.

  "Thank you. I feel it is too good for a common servant," Julia bowed, again disturbed by Helga's words.

  "Not for you," Helga said as she packed clean garments for her new friend.

  The walk to the pool takes nearly twenty minutes from the gates of the keep. It is a secluded pool fed by a natural mountain stream. Up the stream is where the servants gather the water supply for the inhabitants of the keep. The pool is warmer than the ice cold mountain fresh water that enters it. I vein of volcanic lava heats the stones in it's center. The natural stone structure provides complete privacy and guards are posted around it at all times. It is a unique phenomenon in the kingdom. Only medium to top ranked warriors and royalty are allowed to use. Everyone knows when Helga chooses to use, and it is always vacant. It's simple. Every other day at dusk, except when she is on the battlefield.