The Hesitant Bride

by Cecelie Hart

  "The oil, I think Ada," her husband drawled over his shoulder as he kicked his breeches free from his elegantly tooled leather boots. "It was a first offense after all."

  The housekeeper curtseyed and scurried forward, reaching into the pocket at the front of her dress.

  "I may not be so generous next time, my dear," he told Emma softly as Ada pulled out a small bottle and popped the stopper free. "Lubrication is typically only for obedient girls."

  Emma didn't respond. She was frowning, watching the housekeeper in puzzlement. Ada had poured a generous dollop of some thick, viscous liquid onto the palm of one hand. She was now slowly spreading it along her master's cock. Her hands worked deftly, sliding along and twisting around the throbbing shaft. Everywhere she'd been, his hard flesh glistened with oil.

  What was she doing? The only time Emma had seen oil used before was when one of the maids had given her a long, intimate massage in the drawing room. Edmund had enjoyed watching that. He'd been remarkably generous about permitting her to repeatedly climax, putting his cock in her mouth anytime she grew close.

  But he'd never before requested his cock be oiled. What was he planning? It couldn't be her mouth. Lubrication would do little good there. Her pussy was soaking wet... and full of ginger besides. It wouldn't be like him to remove the root. When he fucked her, he liked to caress it through her flesh with his cock. It amused him to see it bob in her arse. That just left...

  Her mouth fell open. No... not that. He couldn't! He wouldn't! Emma had only heard whispers about the act. She'd thought them scandalous lies. Surely no person of decent upbringing would do such a thing. Even harlots and the worst degenerates in the gutter must recoil from something so brazenly depraved.

  Emma whimpered as her husband circled behind. "Edmund," she pleaded, suddenly sure she was right.

  He ignored her. She felt him suck in his breath in appreciation as he saw her raised, wriggling arse and the red marks Ada had left on each cheek. His fingers dug into her pert, firm buttocks and spread them.

  To her horror she felt something press against the entrance of her tightest, most private hole. It was huge and greasy with oil.

  "Please," she gasped, her eyes wide with panic.

  "Oh, not until you beg me," her husband chuckled, the tip of his cock teasing her puckered brown flower. "If you wish, I can leave you here in peace. Ada will send a maid every hour on the hour to change your root."

  With his cock nestling against her trembling anus, he suddenly slapped her left buttock hard. Emma yelped as her body convulsed at the sudden sting. Her cunt squeezed hard at the ginger, wringing juice from the pulpy stem. She gasped as the fire in her pussy was rekindled. At the same time, her bottom shivered, tingles radiating out from the subtle pressure on her timid brown flower. A shocking wave of lust flooded her. Emma clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip.

  "Nothing?" he asked softly. "Is there nothing you'd like me to do?"

  He smacked her arse again. Harder this time. Emma groaned from strain and pain. Her dripping cunt roiled, sucking furiously on the root. Beneath the sharp sting, the heat from her glowing bottom seemed to steam her loins.

  "Again?" Edmund chuckled. Two smacks. One on each buttock. Emma shuddered. Her bottom wriggled as her body writhed in the pillory. Her trembling arsehole seemed to kiss the tip of his nestled cock.

  "Made of stern stuff," he mused, almost proudly. "Ada, perhaps a kiss might convince her that she does indeed desire release."

  Tears and sweat stinging her eyes, Emma looked up as the beautiful blonde bent before her. The housekeeper's lips grazed hers gently, a soft tongue darting out to delicately probe at her mouth. Her husband struck her bottom again, the stinging heat from the smack merging with the spicy burn from the jostled ginger. Emma whimpered. How much more could she take? But what he wanted was so wrong and so sordid. No proper lady could submit to such depravity.

  Ada broke the light kiss. "Alas," she whispered. "That was not what his lordship meant." The housekeeper dropped to her knees and shuffled beneath the pillory. Emma's eyes widened and bulged as the blonde's lips closed deftly around her rosebud, that skillful tongue darting out to caress her with terrible finesse..

  Emma shrieked as she bucked and writhed in the constraint of the pillory. The shocking pleasure from her squirming pussy crossed into agony. It was too much, too intense. And she knew the housekeeper could hold her indefinitely on that knife edge between heaven and hell... Edmund's had lifted his hand from her bottom, readying for another slap...

  "Please," she gasped, her voice choking and hoarse.

  "Please what?" her husband chuckled.

  "Do it?" she pleaded as the housekeeper's tongue worked its cruel magic.

  "Do what?" he breathed.

  Must she say it? Emma let out a shuddering cry of frustration. "Sodomize me!" she finally hissed.

  For a second nothing happened. Then suddenly Emma was squealing like a stuck swine as her husband's enormous, oiled cock bore down on her trembling, virgin arse.

  ♠

  The pressure was unbearable. Emma could feel her shameful ring ache as Edmund's bulbous glans fought to open it. Her bottom resisted valiantly, but she sensed it slowly stretching wider and wider. She let out a most unladylike groan, Her hands clenched into fists, her wrists scraping against the wood of the pillory. The gentle kisses Ada was giving her throbbing rosebud almost made her buck right back onto the pulsing spear. Her pussy clamped down so hard on the burning ginger, she almost squished it into pulp. Oh good gracious! Emma offered up a silent prayer as her brown flower blossomed. She couldn't prevent herself from emitting another porcine squeal as her husband's oiled cock surged into her forbidden, dark heat.

  "There we go," Edmund purred as his straining shaft slid into his wife's tight and trembling arsehole.

  Emma couldn't help but whimper as her stinging bottom was impaled on her husband's mighty spear. Her poor anal ring rivaled the burn in her pussy as he stretched it so taut she feared she might rip. Emma bit her lip to stop another unseemly squeal. Edmund's cock seemed to go on for ever. She knew every inch of that straining, pulsing shaft intimately. Far too much hot, hard flesh seemed to plunge into her bowels. Despite the oil, the penetration hurt. But the sensation was confusing, its pain intertwined with a deep, satisfying pleasure. Forced to clench around its root, her pussy seemed to weep down her thighs. The jostled ginger bobbed as his cock knocked it through her trembling flesh. Her cunt ached anew, awash in the last of the scalding juice and caressed from outside in entirely unfamiliar ways. Ada gently sucked on her engorged button until Emma shuddered and cried out softly, her arsehole kissing the base of her husband's cock as it thrust in and out of her bottom.

  Groaning from her fullness, Emma blushed in shame as a wave of unbridled lust swept through her body. She couldn't be enjoying this. She simply couldn't. This was a wretched, deviant act in which only the most depraved would consider indulging. Surely not even the most jaded of harlots would dream of taking pleasure in it. But her spine was tingling. Her bottom was tensing and rippling around her husband's cock. Her pussy was sobbing happily as it sucked on its spice.

  What type of wanton whore was she? Her eyes fluttered. Edmund was stretching her out, his cock filling her up and relentlessly plowing her pert arse. Ada was gently nibbling at her womanhood, each nip exquisite agony. Every nerve in Emma's body was painfully alive . Every tiny hair was standing on end. Her ginger-addled pussy was squirming, trying to grind against the housekeepers face. The little death hovered over her.

  Emma quivered as Edmund's thick shaft speared deep into her rectum then paused to enjoy the trembling caresses of her treacherous bottom. She could feel delirium rising. She was not enjoying this! She wasn't. She couldn't be. She was no sodomite to revel in unnatural, godless acts. She was a woman of good breeding. She most certainly was not moaning in lust and writhing in pleasure, her neck and wrists bruised by the pillory, as she was repeatedly spitted on her husband's manhood.
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  She sobbed. The cock in her arse just felt so sinfully good. An impossible, intolerable pressure was building in her cunt. Her strained body was aching, coming apart at the seams. Her arched back hurt, its pain a mere drop in the ocean. Her burning spice-filled pussy glowed as her stretched bottom eagerly, frantically wriggled, pushing backwards to hungrily swallow her husband's cock. It was too much, too depraved, too intense. This wasn't her. It couldn't be. She was no degenerate whore... But when Emma felt something give inside she wailed in ecstasy, all hope of decorum abandoned.

  Emma squealed in shame as a flood of joy cascaded through her. It swept through her mind. It drowned her soul. It gushed from her cunt, carrying the ginger with it as it sprayed down her husband's legs and across the housekeeper's face.

  She moaned and sagged, supported only by the pillory and her husband's cock up her arse. Emma shuddered, her mortification battling a deep contented calm.

  Her husband chuckled slowly as he kept stroking his long, oiled cock in and out of her trembling bottom. Then to her horrified shame, his shaft twitched and pulsed and his thick, creamy seed flooded her rectum.

  ♠

  "Are you alright, my love?" Edmund asked as he pulled his softening cock from Emma quivering, sticky anus. There was genuine concern and alarm in his voice.

  Her legs wobbling as his support left her, his wife merely groaned. Emma shook her head as she felt the cool dungeon air flowing into her ravaged, gaping arsehole. Alright? She'd just been sodomized. And to her shame she'd enjoyed it! Her husband and housekeeper had just borne witness to her bestial depravity. How could she meet their eyes when they knew such a foul act had reduced her to a screaming, gushing mess of lust? How could she ever look in a mirror again, knowing that the refection of such a degenerate would stare back at her?

  But at least the ginger was gone. The interminable spice was no longer steaming her pussy. As shameful as her squirting display had been, it had swept the root from her womanhood and washed her clean of its terrible juices.

  Edmund had dropped to one knee. He offered an arm to the housekeeper, who had slipped in Emma's gushing quim and fallen. For a moment, Ada seemed frail, pale and flustered. Then her calm control returned. She took the proffered arm and stood. Once she'd steadied herself, she clapped loudly.

  Instantly, Emma heard light footsteps scurrying down the stone hall. Her blush deepened. Oh good Lord! One of the maids had been in earshot while she screamed and moaned like a wretched whore. She almost averted her eyes as Daisy appeared in the doorway and dropped into a curtsey. Almost... her gaze immediately focused on what the pretty brunette was carrying. Why was she holding an enormous cucumber?

  The housekeeper held out a slender hand expectantly. The maid darted over to give her the giant vegetable. After a quick look at her master, Daisy curtseyed again and backed out the room, her relief evident on her pretty face. With a sense of ominous dread, Emma heard her footsteps patter back down the hallway. She tried to look back over her shoulder, but the pillory made that impossible.

  "Proceed," her husband said softly. "It is time for my wife to undergo her penance."

  Emma whimpered. Hadn't the shame of the sodomy been punishment enough? She broke out into a sweat. Oh good Lord. Oh goodness gracious me! The round tip of the cucumber poked into her creamy arsehole. Her anal ring was still stretched from her husband's cock and, despite the oil, slightly sore from being sodomized. Edmund was large. She had no basis for comparison, but she was certain he was bigger than most men. Still the vegetable dwarfed him both in length and girth. He'd left her open and gaping, but still too tight for the massive cucumber. Ada worked it back and forth, easing into into her rectum. For every inch of gain, the housekeeper had to lever the phallic object to pry Emma's bowels apart and apply great pressure to plunge it in.

  The air was driven from the lady's lungs. Emma groaned silently, lacking the oxygen to cry out. She writhed as much as the pillory would permit. Her poor bottom was full, impossibly full. The pressure was so great she thought her body might tear apart at its seams. How much more? It was too big, surely her delicate posterior could not possibly swallow it all... Or would it push through her intestines and exit her mouth? Emma's eyelids fluttered as she screwed her eyes closed. This was degrading beyond belief. Humiliation for humiliation's sake. At least her husband had taken pleasure in the sodomy... But as the cucumber eased through her bowels, that strange pressure built again deep in her cunt. Emma's gasps were laced with more than one thread of guilty pleasure.

  She shook her head, trying to clear the dizzying mist descending on her mind. She trembled. She wasn't enjoying this! She wasn't...

  Emma almost screamed as Ada's other hand reached between her legs and began to lightly toy with her pussy. The housekeeper's fingers left a trail of lightning across her throbbing rosebud. Emma's legs almost gave. Her breasts were rocks. Beads of sweat trickled across her naked torso and dripped from her jutting nipples to splash on the stone floor. Only a little stub of the cucumber remained. It poked from her bottom like a mouse from its hole. Her arse had swallowed the rest. Groaning from strain and lust, Emma writhed, ready to gush...

  But that was not permitted. Her husband was not inside her. Emma grunted in frustration as the housekeeper released her rosebud and then abandoned the cucumber deep in her bowels.

  Emma's husband delicately lifted her chin and brushed her hair and the perspiration from her forehead with his soft, strong hand. Her eyes unfocused from the strain, she peered up at him groggily, almost too delirious to recognize his face. Reflexively, her mouth opened for his cock. Then she might find release.

  "One final touch," Edmund whispered, gazing down at her. "Then we can leave my wife to her contemplation."

  Even in her fog of fullness, Emma knew what was coming. By now she was achingly familiar with the sound of a cheesecloth being unwrapped from peeled ginger. She whimpered as it was inserted into her dripping pussy. The housekeeper had to push hard. The vegetable in her arse was so large, her cunt was compressed. Emma squealed as her vice like grip began to wring the root dry.

  She barely heard the footsteps. She wept when she did. Once more she'd been abandoned on that painful precipice. But neither Edmund nor Ada returned. Soon the only noise were her lonely sobs and their echoes from the cold, forbidding stone.

  ♠

  How long did they leave her there alone? It felt like a day, but it could have been only five minutes. Time lost meaning. Emma groaned as her legs and back began to ache from the strain of holding her weight. The wood of the pillory seemed to cut into her wrists and neck. But every time she squirmed or adjusted her position, the huge cucumber shifted in her bowels and her pussy clenched... The ginger had to be a husk by now, its juices long since mixed with her quim and dripped down the back of her leg. But the burn was still frightful.

  She knew she was supposed to be contemplating her sin. But it was too hard to keep her thoughts coherent. All Emma could do was stew in her shame. Never again! She would keep to her husband's rules—anything to avoid confronting the mortifying ecstasy she'd felt at his depraved touch.

  At the sound of footsteps, she looked up briefly. But she was too weak to keep her head aloft. Then Emma heard her husband's rich chuckle from the doorway.

  "It is almost done, my dear," he told her softly as he unbuckled his breeches once more. "Your penance will soon be over. There is just one more thing you must do."

  Emma lifted her bedraggled head. Dry tears streaked her cheeks. She saw Ada briskly pass him, circling behind her. When she felt the cucumber begin to slowly slide from her aching arse, she didn't allow herself to hope. It was no surprise when it returned. The huge vegetable's massive bulk slid back and forth as the housekeeper remorselessly sodomized her.

  Nor was it a shock when her husband's cock appeared before her. The only surprise was that it was soft. But his expectation was clear. Emma opened her mouth to do her duty...

  She almost gagged at the sweet, rich flav
or. The pillory blocked her from pulling back. She knew the taste of Edmund's manhood. She knew how it tasted clean and how it tasted fresh from a pussy—both her own or any of the maid's. This was something else, something earthier, something fouler... He was still only half erect. Her husband had remarkable stamina. Usually he would be hard as iron by now, unless... Her eyes widened as another flavor caught her attention. He bore the salt of recent seed—too recent to be from his degenerate ejaculation in her own bottom... Emma choked. She was tasting another woman's arse! Was there no end to his depravity?

  Or her own? The housekeeper seemed to be as skilled with a cucumber as she was with her tongue and fingers. It certainly didn't hurt that Emma's pussy was tender and hot from the ginger. But Ada had her squirming and wriggling, dancing on the brink of shameful ecstasy far faster than she could stand to contemplate.

  "Almost over," her husband said again. To Emma's surprise, he released the catch on the pillory and lifted the top beam. Suddenly unbound, her wrists and neck felt so light that they might float away. Her legs wanted to wobble and collapse. But Edmund's hand found the back of her head. His cock was still in her mouth. And the housekeeper was still sliding the enormous cucumber in and out of her trembling bottom.

  "All you have to do," Edmund whispered, "is swallow my seed."

  At the edge of mortifying pleasure, Emma looked up in surprise. That was all? That was easy. She did that almost daily... She sucked on his hardening cock with sudden urgency.

  Her husband laughed and gently pulled his thick shaft from between her lips. As he released her head, Emma slipped down onto her knees. The vegetable was pulled from the housekeeper's hands. Edmund leaned forward to guide his wife as she fell, stopping her from cracking her skull on the open pillory. From all fours, she peered up at him in confusion. How could she swallow his seed if she couldn't suck his cock?