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Stocks

By: bluueboy



I can't believe the situation I'm in! My name is Anna and I am from a poor farming family here in Massachussetts. My father was given a small amount of land for his service during the Revolution but we still struggle to make it. I'm 18 now and I have a adequate breasts for child rearing and my hips have taken a nice shape over the last few years. Boys have commented on my blue eyes and fair hair all of my life. While in school, I have been harrassed by another girl named Becky. She would instigate whatever "friend" she could sway to do terrible things to me. But this time she has gone to far. I was in the general store the other day just wishing over the candy after I had purchased a few necessities. I spoke to Becky and her friend Tabitha but it was more of just a gesture as they were in the store at the same time. 

After a bit I decided it was time to get back on home. I was not too far down the road when I hear Mr. Black, the owner of the store yelling at the constable "there she goes - there goes the thief!" I look around and there is not one soul in my general direction. Suddenly, I realized the constable was running towards me. I stood in shock still trying to fathom what was happening. It was then that I noticed the lump in the front pocket of my dress. The constable, (Mr. Harris - It's a small town, everyone knows everything about everyone) was right on me as I removed the small bag of nuts from the front pocket of my dress. By the time he grabbed me and removed them from my hand, I knew I had been set up again by Becky. In school it was just whippings but this was going to be a legal affair...

Well to skip the details of court and how I got here, it's the third day in the stocks which was my punishment. I get out of the stocks in a few hours. I guess I was just naive that I would have to spend three days in the stocks, sure they unlock me and allow me to attend needs at the outhouse; and then I would be free but with all that has happened I'm not sure what these changes will do to me and how they will effect me socially in this small town. I was a virgin up until the first night in the stocks. And since I know after Becky's visit early this morning that she did put the bag of nuts in my dress when I was not looking, I have a lot of vengeance against her. Also, what she did to me was very unpleasant. Oh, there have been boys that have come to court but not without an adult present. Anyway...let me tell you where it started on the first day and night in the stocks.

I was locked up at noon and the day was very uneventful. My father and mother had to work the fields so I had to report to Mr. Harris all by myself. He explained that he would be back for me several times a day so that I could relieve myself. He also whispered that if I was good and knew how to keep my mouth quiet that there were ways to relieve some of the soreness in my neck and legs that was going to be there from standing up in the stocks for the next three days. I wasn't sure what he meant at the time but I soon found out. So many things would happen to me over the next few days but his was really the only face that I saw during this time when something was happening to me...except for Becky, she let me know it was her this morning and got in my face to make sure I knew.

The day was slow and hot! The stocks wore on my wrists and neck and my legs really tired. A few caring souls did bring me water. And Mr. Harris showed up to feed me my measly meal which was not much more than some bread and mutton. Finally, my father arrived just after 8:00 and said he would stay with me to "protect" until he had to sleep for his work in the fields the next day. Mother had to take care of the other siblings - she never seems to stop working.

I really was not aware of what I needed to be protected from but I definitely enjoyed his company. If only I knew...It's not that I was not aware of sex, living on a farm etc. I kind of knew the mechanics and had felt my own desires which I fully did not understand - I just knew there were times when I wanted something there. And our house was such that we only had one bedroom with one bed that the family shared. I could never look but there were times when everyone had become quiet and the bed would just shake for a time. I would talk to my younger sisters and they had even figured out what mother and father were doing!

Father stayed with me beyond 8:00 that night but he had to get rest and I understood! He hugged me and rubbed my sore neck the best he could with the wooden stock around it. He wiped my forehead and cleaned the street dust from my face one more time before he kissed my forehead goodbye. He said he would try to have mother check on me in the morning.

After about an hour or two, it became hard to keep track, the town had become darker and very quiet. But I kept hearing a slight scuffle of feet behind me. Naturally, I could not look but it seemed to keep getting closer. Then flame torch that lighted the area went dark. I was not really worried until then. Just after that I heard a sneeze, now that sounded like Elijah who I grew up with but I could not be sure. I asked if it was him but heard no reply. Elijah always had eyes for me but I never had any interest in him, he was a year younger and just always seemed like a kid to me...It was then that I felt something hit on the board flooring. I immediately felt a hand on my shoulder..."who is it" I asked. But no reply as their feet went inside my feet and forced my shoes on both sides outwards. Then it hit me how vulnerable I was as I felt my dress being lifted up from the back and the cool rush of night air hitting my ankles. I threatened to scream but they still did say anything - the though of it being Mr. Harris hit me and then I thought screaming would not do any good anyway. The way he had been looking at me - I was just scared and nothing would come from my throat. The I felt one side of my knickers being cut away as the back of my dress was pressed into my back to hold it up. I begged for whoever it was to stop and tell me what they wanted. Then the other side were cut away and I was totally exposed from the rear.

Then I felt hands caressing my buttocks and legs, I began to cry and beg for them to stop. I had pushed up against the stock which was making my neck hurt worse and tried to calm down and relax a little. The hands were all over my legs as I protested but I could fight the feeling that they were making me feel warm inside. I thought I had to pee but no...it was different feeling developing.

Then I felt the hands reach around the front start feel through my moss and stroke my petals...I knew what this was about and got even more scared. There was nothing I could to stop whoever and I had become wet from the thought of what was about to happen. As the hand reached into me and stirred my wetness my knees buckled at the touch. I felt him pull his hand back and then I heard him breath in hard and I thought I heard the word "good" growl from his mouth. It was an animamlistic growl that hit a chord within me of a sound that only a male could make. I still was enjoying it - it just affected me that way. I had stopped begging realizing it was futile but I could not stop my tears.

I then heard what sounded like a lump of cloth hit the ground. Then I felt my dress being gathered and lifted higher and his knees being shoved between my legs to spread them. I felt fear as something hit my inner thigh and drew in a shallow breath. If I hollared now I would be ruined! Oh, why had I not yelled! I felt a wetness brush my inner thigh as I was probed with what was between his legs. I had not seen a man before and I could not see him now. I wanted to see what was there even with the fear I had. I felt his reach around the front of me and into my nest again and legs went out and oh it killed my neck before he caught me. Then it happened it slid part of the way in tearing at my hair a little but it stopped! Oh, the pressure, he was pushing harder, I tensed up! Then it was like a wall broke down, I felt a searing pain for an instant and then fullness of pressure as it went all the way in! It was so warm. Then he pulled out and it hurt some more - I did not want it to leave - I felt a trickle down my left inner thigh. Then he pushed in with a grunt and then again... I felt things start to move easier and it seemed it came deeper each time. I felt him lifting me by my hips... I wanted to buck against him but could not. (That's what I called it when I "buck" against my hand or my dolls wooden head - my parents never knew why I never wanted to give up that doll) but now I could not buck and I needed to press against something... I was breathing hard - what was happening - I'm being viloated and it can't feel this good....then everything stopped and I felt really wet inside. Whoever it was... I did not understand why were they stopping - why was it so wet dripping down both of my legs - my dress fell down - I still need to press against something - please I begged as I heard a quick scuffle of feet retreat behind me...I was so frustrated, I wanted more, who was it, I never wanted this to happen again but I wanted ...I had to finish...but I could do anything. I felt violated and I began to cry! I felt I wanted to hold on to someone ...anyone. I knew that I was not a virgin anymore. I had been raped! 

Not knowing who to be angry at I focused on Becky and Tabitha. Becky had probably made Tabitha do this! She had always kept her hands clean getting her "friends" to do her dirty work. I even later found out that I was right about Elijah, it had been him. Becky told me on my last day in the stocks it was him and she had encouraged him by telling him how vulnerable I would be and she would tell people he was with her if anyone suspected anything. Then she said she hoped I was pregnant - I had not even thought about that until then as my stomach knotted up and I almost threw-up except for the seething hate I had for the moment for Becky. But this was still two days later.

My thoughts collected and I was calming down as I heard Mr. Harris approaching. I felt embarrassed - then I wondered if my knickers were on the ground and he would know. I was beet red I'm sure. "Hello missy!" - he always called me that! "you look quite flushed". I just kind of made up that I really had to make a trip to the outhouse real quick and was glad to see him. As he unbolted the stock I pulled my neck from it slowly and realized how tight it was and could not move. He stared at my dress and condition - I just knew he knew!!! I still had not gotten over the need to push against something...I could not wait to get to the outhouse and alone for for that reason and the embarassment. I was relieved when my knickers were not found on the ground. They were gone and of course that means I would be without them for the next several days.

I made it inside the outhouse after being escorted across the town square by Mr. Harris. I did my business but took my time rubbing my sore neck and then I thought I might could finish from being warmed earlier as I started to press into my petals and I rubbed - oh it was building quick - I did not mean to let out a moan - that's when the door was jerked open and Mr. Harris growled at "you're taking too long missy!" ...Then his eyes lit up just as he had reached for my are and began to pull me out! 

"Looks like you are due for a trip to my office before you go back in the stocks!" he said. I was glad to hear I was not going immediately back to the stocks but I did not think this was a good idea either. He pulled me into his office and immediately asked where my knickers were? My head was still in cobwebs from being so close to finish touching myself in the out house to being so frustrated by remaining so close. I just shrugged at his question and did not know what to day. He just smiled as if he knew. He then told me to clean my self up at the water basin - I went over and begin to wash my face and hands. After a bit, he ordered me to clean my legs up too. I guess he had noticed the trickle of blood down my thigh that had dried when he had opened the door. I had just kind of froze! Just the though of being exposed touching myself, I started getting flushed again and me rubbing my inner thigh - I was just in a constant state of staying warm in my groin. I needed some kind of relief. That's when I realized he was staring at me cleaning up my legs. I dropped my dress. He popped up and grabbed the cloth from me and pushed me against the way and said "here's how you finish it" and started rubbing that wet cloth getting up higher where I had left off, then he touched me with, the coldness of the water and it felt titilating for brief second but he was kind of rough as he broke up the dried blood and seed that had matted my hair down. I felt out of control as he handled me and was in shock of whether to stop him or not. I have been dirty before having worked on the farm but I always liked it best when I was clean. 

When he was done he pushed me down into a chair. I tried to sit up to pull my dress that had bunched up around my waist but he pushed me back down and told me to not get up! I protested and he just pushed on me again and said to cooperate or go back to stocks. I was stunned! Yet, I still was confused with the excitement in my body. I did not know what to do and so I did nothing - knowing that my lower region was still exposed to him. He had walked behind me and begun to rub my neck - it was sore from being hunched over into the stock. He asked, if I liked being out of the stock and I said more than anything right now but was uncomfortable and again I tried to slide my dress down but he pressed on me. 

He then said that he was going to rub me and as long as I let him rub me, I did not have to go back to the stocks yet. As he was rubbing my neck this sounded good. I actually even forgot that I was exposed as he caressed my neck. But soon his hands wandered as he put a finger into my mouth and stroked my lips, I was not sure what he was doing but it felt good and did not see anything wrong with it. Then his hands were back on my shoulders and neck and started larger circles which seemed to actually be pushing the dress off my shoulders. My hands and arms were sore to but I still lifted them to try to stop his hands. He asked "missy..are you ready to go back to the stocks Anna?" I slowly shook my head no. They were awlful and I had many moments already wondering how I would make it three days in them. At the moment I felt like anything but the stocks. 

His hands warm now from rubbing roamed down - pushing my dress over my shoulders. I felt embarrassed but turned on anticipating feeling them down further - surely he would not feel me. Just as he did - it felt so good - but I felt so alarmed - knowing that Mr. Harris had such a beautiful wife. Why would he be here doing this to me when he had her at home and this late at night. I asked what about Mrs. Harris, wouldn't she be expecting him. He explained that she was use to him staying and keeping watch when he had someone in the stocks which was not that often. His hands continued to circle, then they hit my nipples, like a shock that went through my body down between my legs. My legs parted slightly by mistake and I immediately closed them.

He continued rubbing them - it felt so warm but wrong. I had to stop but I did not want to go back into stocks. Then his hands reached down over me and down onto my stomach and as far as he could reach - pushing the dress of my arms all the way down to my waist. I was completely exposed to him. He would rub starting on my belly on the way up to my breasts and chest and back again. I was settling as my legs parted until I noticed and sat upright and closed them again.

Gosh! It felt so good! Even my neck was starting to loosen up and move. That's when he spun me around in the chair and asked if I had ever seen a man. I didn't even know how to answer. He just looked at me as he started to pull down his pants and I just said "no". He stood close to me and lifted my head and pulled my hands and placed both of them on him. He then stood even closer and told me to put his cock in my mouth! Before I could ask what that was he pulled my head to him and told me to open. I just followed his instructions. It just seemed natural as he started going in and out of my mouth. Then he told be to lick and move my mouth. He was holding my head and guiding me. He pulled out and then squeezed his "cock" and a clear drop of fluid came out. He told me to lick it with the tip of my tongue. I did as I was told.

Then he pushed his way back into my mouth again! Moving it in and out he pulled my right hand up under his balls and had me press it there. I felt them tighten, I knew what would happen next from seeing some horses breed one time. I tried to pull away but he held my head steady and told me to swallow. His hips bucked and I swallowed almost all of it. It was salty and thick. It surprised me. I thought it would taste real bad. He told me to keep cleaning him, I did not mind as much and finally took some time to see what a man looked like. I felt the power of controlling him for a brief moment as he jerked as I touched him in certain ways. 

Now I felt safe, if only I could delay some more without going to the stocks and he had used up his energy and probably could not try to enter me now. He pulled me to my feet and let my dress fall to the ground. I was relieved when he pushed me back on to his desk. Then he pushed my legs apart and began to rub my thighs. I was going out of my mind. What was he going to do - he was spent. I was warming up again - actually I was soaking wet from having him in my mouth. 

For a moment I thought the stocks might be a safer place to be. Then is hand slid between my petals and I felt the wetness spread around. He hit my button on top and I started thrusting. He pulled back and it drove me wild. I had to have something there. I started sighing and he would touch lightly, then started moaning and he pushed down on top of my fur - the pressure felt so good but he kept backing away, I had had enough and started to beg. That's when he did the most incredible thing. He pressed his face into me. I felt something wet snaking around inside me and realized it was his tongue and then....it hit my button. I had never felt anything like it..I was almost there and he pulled back. Oh, how could he take it away, I reached and grabbed his hips pulling him to me, I saw his cock sticking out only inches away. He asked me "anything I want want - whenever I want it right" - not even contemplating what this could be possibly mean I begged "anything  just put it in me!" And with that he shoved forward and it entered straight in. I felt his weight on me - finally - release - clamped down with my legs around him! I almost blacked out from the intensity. This time there was only pleasure and no pain!

After a hot day! On my feet I was drained of all energy. I did not even protest when Mr. Harris called me his little harlot as he picked me up and told me it was time to go back to the stocks. Reality settled in as he was fastening the bolt back in - luckily I had gotten my dress back together because he was back to being rough like he did not care! It was then that I noticed one of my hands had blue ink all over them and some strands of my hair did too! I guess I had gotten some on me while on his desk. 

It was uncomfortable and hard but I found I did sleep some only to wake up periodically and have to shift to some new position to keep from choking myself. I found if I hung by my arms it was best. I dreamed of Mr. Harris being nice to me and making me feel good. Quite a contrast from the previous night.



I don't even know how long I was asleep but everything was still dark and quiet when I felt someone was behind me again. It's startling not knowing...I froze. I felt someone loosening my dress. Naturally it could not be removed because my arms went through the stocks. But their hands reached around me and started groping my breasts. They found the tie that keeps my dress cinched up and supporting them. This was quickly dispatched and my dress was hauled down spilling my breasts out into the open air. I pleaded please no and asked who it was but they kept their silence. For some reason, I seemed to sense it was Elijah again but I never would find out. He pressed up close behind me and lifted my dress up and stepped in close. I felt his manhood press into my ass as he was still squeezing my breasts. He had full grips on them and was pulling on my nipples hard. His cock was riding up and down between the cheeks of my butt. I was not crying this time but I still did not want to be violated and I definitely did not want to be ravaged just by anyone, especially Elijah - if it was him again.


Stocks & Bondage



Jen's feet hurt, her legs were cramped, and she had to pee so bad she thought her back teeth were floating. She was beyond pissed, way beyond. The pressure in her bladder increased another degree, and a gnat started buzzing her nose. She tried to blow it away, but every time she did, the dam in her holding back the urine threatened to burst. She felt a few drops trickle out, and pressed her knees together. When Matt got back with the key, the second thing she was going to do was kill him. He'd been gone for hours, after the Faire had closed. It was about an hour after sunset now, what she didn't know was that Matt had gotten as far as the parking lot, met some buds with some Buds, and had been chugging beer and doing bongs. He vaguely remembered he was supposed to be doing something, but at the moment had no clue what it was.

Jen was beginning to realize she was on her own, that not only was she stuck, but that she was stuck until at least morning when somebody showed up to reopen the Faire. She knew her bladder would not hold out until then.

In a fit of anger, she rammed her shoulders into the wood around her neck. The stocks held fast, they had built them sturdy. She tried pulling her hands through the holes, but luck there.

'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! she raged to the night air.

A tear of frustration escaped her eye, as yet another small squirt escaped her below. And that stupid gnat was back. With a buddy. She blew at them, they came back. And again. And again. She snapped, and tried rocking the stocks loose from the ground, getting her strong legs into it. She pushed, she pulled. They didn't budge.

She began to cry.

'This is the worst job I've ever had' she thought. And another small trickle added to the growing wetness in her costume. 

At first, the Olden Dayes Faire had seemed like a great idea. She was a Theatre major, with a minor in English history. A few days of 'Yes, M'Lord & Yes, M'Lady' bowing and scraping to the yokels who came from some Suburbia had soured her on the whole thing. She finally snapped at one particularly obnoxious guy who had copped a cheap feel through her low cut bodice. Jen didn't have to pad hers, she was all girl there. The guy beefed, she was brought before 'the King' and pronounced to be a shrewish wench. Her punishment was the stocks until the end of the day.

Two 'guards' each took an arm, and marched her to them. She was bent at the waist, and locked into place. At the end of the day, no one could find the key.

She sniffed, and tried to shake the tears from her face. If possible, she was now even more miserable. Her stomach rumbled, it was possible. A cricket started nearby, she thought 'At least I have some company'

She was at the bursting point. Knowing she could not hold back any longer, Jen moved to one side as far as she could, and finally gave herself relief from the agonizing pressure. Within seconds, she had soaked through her pantaloons, petticoats, and dress as the warm urine flowed down her legs, and pooled in the dirt. At the moment, she didn't care.

As the last drops ran from her, she noticed the cricket had stopped. 'Whooooooooooooooooo' she breathed. There was gonna be Hell to pay when they finally got her out of here. Jen was going to open the large, economy size can of Whoop-Ass. She was startled out of her wits when a hand appeared and held a kerchief in front of her face. While she was peeing, someone had walked up, and was standing behind her, out of her limited range of vision.

Her face burned in shame & humiliation as it sunk in that whoever it was had just watch her piss all over herself. The hand gently wiped the tears from her face, and held the kerchief so she could blow her nose. It was running after her crying fit. She blew, and them blew up.

'WHO THE FUCK IS THERE? IF THAT'S YOU MATT, YOU BETTER GET OUT THESE FUCKING THINGS NOW!' There was no reply. She heard the feet move somewhere behind her, and then nothing. Her anger was replaced by fear. The seconds ticked by, silence. Jen began to plead.

'Who ever you are, please, PLEASE, can you get me out of these?' There was silence. 

'Hello? Are you still there?' As an answer, she felt hands begin undoing the buttons on the back of her dress, one by one. She screamed for help. The hands stopped. A moment later, the kerchief wrapped around her mouth, and was tied behind her head. Her muffled sobs were the only sound.

In less than a minute, the buttons were undone, her dress pulled from her hips. Next came the petticoats, and finally her pee soaked pantaloons. Her clothes were in a wet pile around her calves and ankles.

The buttons on her bodice were next. In moments, her well shaped mounds were exposed. She moaned against the cloth in her mouth, as terror climbed even higher within her. She was being stripped, exposed to the night air. There was nothing she could do about it. Tears ran down her face.

She felt the unseen hands tug at her bodice, it ripped free. Her breasts jiggled with the motion. The combination of cool air air and fear caused her pink nipples to crinkle and peak.

The hands moved to the pile of clothes wrapped around her ankles. She tried to pull her feet together, to keep her assailant from claiming them, as if somehow it would cause them to stop. She screamed into the cloth as a hand smacked her bare ass hard. And then again.

She still fought to keep them. There were several more stinging blows to the tender flesh of her bottom. She quit fighting, her last remaining clothes were pulled from her. And then, nothing.

She waited, heart pounding. Nothing. Her mind ran over a thousand terrible things that were going to happen, she would be raped, she would be sodomized. She tried to prepare mentally for the pain she knew would come at first intrusion, but where? She almost wished it would start, so it would be over. What was he waiting for? And then a new thought formed. What if he wasn't alone?

And she waited. To her added shame, she felt an unmistakeable warmth from inside her. She pressed her thighs together, to hide her exposed and awakening sex. Another sting was her reward. It served only to fuel what was building in her. She moaned into the cloth.

There was another, her legs moved apart, her tingling ass rose, anticipating the next. The sound of hard flesh on soft skin echoed into the dark. 

Jen's teeth bit into the cloth as she crossed the threshold where pain becomes pleasure. Each carefully measured slap coaxed her to a release she was surprised to find building in herself. She was conflicted, hating herself for what she was feeling, yet reveling in the knowledge she had no choice. Her juices ran down her thighs, she arched, waiting for the next stroke.

It didn't come. Neither did she. She was left teetering on the edge, one more would push her over. She begged into the gag 'Oh please, oh please.' Nothing but silence.

Jen was beginning to fully realize her situation. She was completely at the mercy of the stranger. He held her as firmly as the stocks. What she received, and when, was utterly and completely up to him. He was letting her figure it out for herself, by making her wait. And wait.

The blows suddenly rained down hard and fast. Jen exploded, the sudden rise and release ripping through her, consuming her. Her knees tried to give, but the stocks held her up. She screamed with the intensity of her orgasm. 

Through a fog, she felt the hands now cupping her breasts. It was exquisite. They were strong, yet gentle. They squeezed, rubbed, floated, doing all the right things. Her nipples rose to peaks, begging for attention. His fingers obliged, she panted. She arched her back as best she could to give him full access.

One hand moved away, she felt it a moment later at her wet opening. A gentle push, one, then two fingers slid into her. He held them in place. Jen began to rock her hips, sliding them in and out of her. His palm cupped her mons, putting a delicious pressure on her center of pleasure. She grunted, and bore down. He pushed back, and let Jen fuck herself silly.

The first climax started from way back inside her. As she worked toward it, he began alternating his grip and pressure. It caused her to keep chasing her release as it constantly built. Her legs and thighs trembled with the exertion as she tried to press harder into his palm. He would pull away slightly, she had to bend her overworked legs even more. She moaned again, in lust and frustration. 

She was sure she would go insane if he didn't let her come soon. His fingers dug deep, he raised his palm, almost lifting her. Jen gritted her teeth and fucked hard, her body screaming for release. Her hands balled into fists as she thrust faster and harder. He pushed up even more. She was forced to stand on tip-toe, and still kept her frenzied pace, fucking hard.

Jen's body arched. Her clit found his palm, she erupted in first a small, and then a sreies of waves. Her hips jerked with each, causing another wave as one poised behind it. She had no idea how long her climaxes lasted. One came after the other, until there were no more to give. 

His thumb found her clit. And then a finger. He began rolling the hypersensitive bud between them. Jen screamed, it was too much, way too much. She again found herself on tip-toe, this time to escape the unrelenting stimulation. He dug in even harder, her pussy went into overdrive. In spite of her exhaustion, she came. 

It was massive, sparks exploded behind her eyes, she fought for breath through the cloth as her body jerked and twitched with each motion of his fingers. It seemed to go on forever.

She almost made it back to reality, gasping. Jen almost got a grip on herself when the fingers started again. She didn't remember much after that, only screaming as he forced climax after climax from her.  

Finally, he decided she had had enough. The kerchief was removed, and placed over her eyes. A moment later she felt the silky skin of his manhood brush her lips. She opened readily, eager to take him in, to return the pleasure he had given her. To please her Master.

To her frustration, it was pulled away. She heard the jingle of keys, and the snap of a lock being released. The stocks lifted, she was free. Her tired legs gave out, she sunk to her knees.

A moment later, she felt a collar being placed around her neck.

Master spoke. 'You earned this, show your gratitude' She would do anything for him. Master's cock brushed her lips. Jen began to suck.  



Stocks & Suspenders



This is a story about something that happened about 2 years ago.

Firstly by way of introduction; my name is Natasha (or 'Tasha' to my friends). I know you guys out there like a mental picture, so here goes; I'm what a lot of people would describe as slim, 5'9" (but usually 5'11" in heels), long dark hair and brown eyes. I wish my breasts were a little bigger than my b-cup but then nobody's perfect, and I'm told I have nice legs.

At the time I was 32 and had been living with my fiancé Sean for about 6 months, although we'd actually been seeing each other for about 3 years.

I work as a systems analyst for a small software company. Sean is an accountant and also a bit of a history buff. He helps out at the town's little local museum every Saturday, he gets paid a small amount for it but that's not why he does it, and he would do it if he didn't get paid.

Anyway, that July, the museum had a Middle-Ages theme to its display. Sean was really proud of it as he had put a lot of time into pulling together the collection and then displaying it 

Part of the collection was devoted to torture and related devices including a display with a set of stocks. 

As part of the need to raise funds Sean had the idea of setting-up the stocks in their own little area, on a "grassy mound" (carpet) so that visitors could pay to have their photos taken in the stocks. 

Sean being Sean had different ideas for me; and told me how he wanted to lock me in them while we had sex. I wasn't sure about having to do it in the museum but I was game for the rest.

Since Sean usually opened-up on a Saturday, he had his own set of keys. So Friday night, we parked-up a little away from the building and walked there, giggling like a couple of teenagers.

Sean put his key in the lock and fiddled with it but the key didn't turn as expected. ". Mary didn't lock the door" he cursed as he opened it.

"Why on earth doesn't she check it? That's the second time she's done that." he mumbled as we entered, Sean closing the door behind us.

"You best stay here for a moment, I'll just have a quick look around to check everything's OK, just in case." With that, Sean wandered off having only put-on the small light in the corner. 

He returned a minute or so later, having turned on some more of the lights."Everything looks fine" he said in a hushed voice.

Sean locked the door and then took my hand and led me through some of the displays until we came to the stocks. "Remember, we need to keep the noise down a little."

We kissed for a while and then Sean lowered the zip on the back of my dress. Knowing what we had planned; I wore my stockings and suspenders, a matching pair of knickers and decided against a bra.

My dress was soon next to his backpack on the floor. Sean gave a smile of approval before leading me over to the stocks and lifting-up the top bracket. 

"I must warn you that prisoners in these were frequently taken advantage of." Sean joked, putting on his museum guide voice.

"I certainly hope so." I replied putting my head over the central dip and my wrists over the ones either side of my head. I'm not sure if it was normal for stocks to be quite this short or whether this one wasn't full height, but I had to bend-over at almost right-angles - I could only imagine how I looked from behind and how much Sean would appreciate the view!

Sean then lowered the top part trapping my hands and head and although it seemed a little unnecessary he then closed the latch preventing me from lifting the top part off by myself. 

That was it, I was literally his for the taking and there would be nothing I could do about it - I could feel myself getting wet at the prospect.

After rummaging in his backpack behind me, Sean produced a microphone setting it on the floor in front of me. He then trailed the wire across the floor and plugged it into the security camera up on the wall not far from me.

"I'll be back in a moment." Sean said as I heard him walking away behind me. 

My nagging doubts about the wisdom of recording our little rendezvous on the museum's security system resurfaced, but it was a little late for that now.

A minute later the main light above me came on and then I noticed the camera on the wall turn to face me, and was probably zooming-in. I must confess that despite my misgivings, I was extremely turned-on and couldn't wait for us to get started.

In the background I heard Sean stumble over something in the office, I smiled thinking that it was probably as he tried to quickly get out of his trousers; and to think he'd just told me to keep quiet!

Moments later he returned and stood behind me, clearly enjoying the view. I then sensed him move closer and at last felt his hands on me. He started gently caressing my back and then around to my breasts, running his hands over them. Sean is normally gentle with his love-making, although very occasionally he will play a little rougher. This was obviously going to be one of those occasions because he then pinched my nipples...HARD. I gasped in surprise.

Apart from being a little painful, it also seemed to intensify the tingle in my pussy; boy did I need his cock in me! 

After tormenting my nipples some more he shifted his attention to my ass, running his palms over the cheeks and then grabbing hold of my knickers (which were I'm sure soaked by now) and slowly pulling them down my stocking-clad legs. He then allowed me to step out of them before they joined my dress on the floor.

Being totally helpless to resist him (not that I wanted to) was a huge turn-on, as was the fact that I couldn't even see him or what he was doing. 

Then I felt him kneel down behind me. 

Sean then urged me to spread my legs much further apart, which I did, and then he shuffled forward between them. 

I had never been eaten-out while standing-up before so this was going to be a new experience.

Unlike his normal slow build-up, Sean spread my lips with his hands and went straight for my clit with his tongue.

The sensation was a little too much and I desperately squirmed to try and avoid his tongue. Sean let go with his hands and used them to tightly hold my legs still. 

Fortunately the movement caused his tongue to move away slightly and by the time it found its way back I was able to enjoy it.

Realising that I had stopped squirming, Sean then reached one hand forward and started caressing my left breast.

Although my breasts are not that big, I have quite large and prominent nipples. They are also very sensitive, Once or twice; Sean has even managed to make me cum just by playing with my breasts alone.

With my excitement level at a high before we'd even started, it wasn't going to take much of this to make me cum.

My legs were soon starting to tremble and I was trying to move my pussy hard against his tongue.

Sensing I was about to come, Sean took my nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched hard.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped as my body exploded in orgasm. 

Sean wrapped his left arm around my left leg and held me tight while he continued his assault on my clit and nipple.

The sensations were intense and my body started bucking involuntarily back and forth against his face. 

This was the first time Sean hadn't stopped when I came. The fact that he kept going not only seemed to prolong my orgasm but also then felt like torture afterward as everything became hypersensitive.

I pleaded and pleaded with Sean to stop. Eventually he did and for the moment at least I felt absolutely drained.

I then heard his zipper; (obviously he hadn't got undressed earlier), this was soon followed by the feeling of the tip of his cock pushing slowly into me.

"Hey just because we're playing around, doesn't mean we stop using protection." I said, slightly surprised by the feeling of his naked cock.

I'd had a few problems with the pill and had to stop using it, so as much as we both hated them, condoms were the order of the day - or at least they were supposed to be. Sean obviously had other ideas for tonight.

He pulled out a little and then thrust in deep, very deep. He was obviously just as excited as I was because he seemed a lot bigger than usual. It certainly took my breath away and hurt a little.

Sean ignored my further protests about the lack of a condom, held me tightly by the hips and fucked me hard.

I was so turned on that he seemed to hit all the right places and I was going to cum very soon. He obviously sensed this from the little noises I was making, so he moved one of his hands around and started rubbing my clit. 

"Yes" I cried, fully appreciating the added stimulation.

A few small rubs was all it took; I came quickly and had to stop myself from crying out. My knees buckled and Sean held me up by the hips until I came down from my high.

Sean wasted no time and soon started fucking me again. 

Although I was a little cross about Sean not using a condom, I was pleased I had decided to go through with this. Sean was in top form.

Sean's grip on my hips increased (I love it when he does that). He was going to cum soon, and so was I. 

Urged on by me, Sean slammed into me as hard as he could, almost lifting me off my feet with his hands as he did.

I came again, looking straight at the camera as I did. Sean came only moments later blasting my insides with his cum.

After a few moments, Sean pulled out and walked off back toward the office, leaving me panting and pretty unsteady on my feet.

I guessed that Sean being Sean, he was probably checking that the camera had got it all OK.

I wished I could sit down, my legs and back were starting to ache.

Well I guess I will definitely be visiting the doctors for the morning after pill on Monday morning, I mused as I stood there getting my breath back.

I had to smile to myself when I also thought that it meant that we may as well go bare-back for the remainder of the weekend. 

I also hoped that he might have one more session left in him this evening.

I decided to tease him so I looked straight at the camera and in the most seductive tone I could manage said "I'm here because I really have been very naughty, I think I need more punishment".

A minute later I heard him return, he again stood behind me for a few moments looking (the stockings were obviously a good idea).

Smack! His hand landed hard on my right ass cheek.

"Ow!" I shrieked, more in surprise than pain, although it did sting a bit. I hadn't been spanked since I was little, and hadn't even considered included it into our repertoire. 

Three more smacks landed in quick succession.

This wasn't what I had in mind but I guess I'd prompted Sean into "punishing me" so. Was happy to experiment, wondering how far he would go.

Several more smacks found their target and my ass was, I'm sure, turning bright red, it was certainly stinging.

The smacks stopped and then Sean started running his palms gently over the cheeks of my ass. 

My skin felt alive and I felt a heat which was quite sensual.

Sean then ran one hand down the centre of my ass then around and briefly over my pussy. I couldn't help but let out a moan as he brushed my clit.

He removed his soothing hands and then delivered another 10 smacks, alternating between left and right cheeks. I was just at the point of protesting when he started soothing my cheeks again. This was followed by 2 soothing rubs across my pussy.

Sean repeated this process another couple of times. The smacks were becoming a lot easier to bear and the brushes across my pussy where building a need within me again.

Sean must have then taken off his trouser belt. I was totally unprepared for the sudden increase in intensity of pain as he brought it down hard across my ass. Once again I shrieked in pain and surprise.

A second blow soon followed. I pleaded with Sean to stop but then two more landed.

Sean then reached one hand under me and stroked my clit. Suddenly the pain seemed less important as I tried to hump against his hand. I opened my legs a bit wider to give him better access.

Sean then repeated the process, with me nearly in tears from the whipping but then desperate to cum from the playing with my clit.

He then changed the angle and gently flicked me with it so that the belt made very light contact with my pussy.

"Ahh" I responded in surprise, but actually it was so gentle that it didn't hurt.

Sean then repeated it but got no response from me so tried a little harder and then a bit harder again. Between the anticipation and the stimulation I was literally tingling.

The flicks with his belt became steadily firmer, I was so wet and turned on I would have pretty much done anything at that point. One of his next flicks caught my clit full-on. I gasped with the severity of the sensation and believe it or not I was getting close to coming. 

Sean carried on the flicking and by now they were becoming quite a bit harder. I knew I would suffer later but all I could focus on was my impending orgasm. 

Eventually he again caught my clit. I remember shrieking with the pain but I also remember that the impact took me over the edge and my body once again convulsed in orgasm.

Sean dropped the belt, moved directly behind me, and I heard his zip again. 

"Oh god no, no more, I'm dead" I pleaded, genuinely exhausted.

Without any messing around he pushed into me and started slowly fucking my now very sore pussy. 

"Ow, I'm very sore, would you mind if we didn't do this. I'd really like to be let out now". I pleaded

Sean stopped, obviously thought about it for a moment and then pulled out.

"NO, Don't" I said in a firm but half-whispered voice, as he placed his cock against my ass. 

Sean had asked me for anal sex several times but it wasn't something I wanted to try. However tonight he clearly knew I was in no position to resist so he'd obviously decided to push the matter.

I tried to twist and turn as best I could to evade his intentions but with the combination of the stocks and Sean's firm grip on my hips I was going nowhere.

My protests were fruitless and with one firm push Sean's cock entered my virgin ass. 

"Ahh.......god that hurts .......... take it out quick" I begged him. Sean said nothing.

I pleaded with him over and over to pull out, as I desperately squirmed, wriggled and tried to get on my toes to lift myself off him. His cock felt big enough in my pussy but in my ass it felt like a bloody baseball bat! 

Sean stayed still and simply kept a tight grip on my hips.

After a while the pain started to subside a little and I must have relaxed slightly because Sean used this as his queue to drive the rest of his cock up me.

"Ahh.....You bastard" I snapped at him.

"Stop......no, please...no more" I begged repeatedly.

Sean said nothing; then I felt him start to withdraw slowly and mentally breathed a sigh of relief. But instead of pulling out completely he then pushed back in and slowly started to fuck me.

"You bastard, I didn't agree to this"

As before, Sean acted as if he hadn't even heard me. Despite all my protests and struggles Sean kept fucking me. He even reached around and started playing with my abused clit again.

Although I wasn't about to admit it, after a few more minutes, I had gotten over some of the discomfort and it was actually starting to feel OK.

I stopped protesting and let him get on with it.

Another minute or so later and I didn't want to stop it; my body was obviously getting into it. I remember starting to feel a combination of desperation and shame as my excitement built, but my desperation to cum was ahead by a mile. Then just as I was starting to get close Sean stopped.

"What the fuck? Why did you stop?" (Was that really me saying that?) I was desperate to come so why did he stop now? 

Again Sean said nothing he just slowly stroked my clit, enough to tease me but not enough to make me cum. frustratingly his cock remained still with only the tip inside me.

"Please ......." I said

Immediately Sean drove his cock into me, but then he stopped again.

"Don't stop..." I pleaded. He pulled back and then thrusted back in again, and then again he stopped.

Then I caught on to his little game. After everything I had said earlier he was now going to make me beg for it. 

I was too desperate to worry about it so I decided to play his little game.

"Please fuck me" 

Sean gave a couple of thrusts.

"Fuck my ass"

Sean started again, moving his other hand back around to my breast.

"Fuck me hard"

"Fuck me deep" I was starting to get into this as the good feelings came back again.

"Pinch my nipple"

A glorious pain shot through me as he squeezed my nipple hard

"Shove your cock up my ass"

I don't remember half the rest of what I said to encourage him to keep going. Then just before I came I remember saying "Pinch my clit I don't know what prompted me to think of that, let alone ask for it but I did.

Sean did as I asked and a mix of sharp pain and pleasure ripped through my ravished body.

I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I literally shook like a rag-doll, and of course Sean hadn't stopped any of what he was doing.

I vividly remember a strange feeling of shame as my asshole literally quivered around his cock. 

I still struggle to express just how intense it was.

Sean was obviously close too because instead of stopping he became even more aggressive. He increased his tempo, still pinching hard on my clit.

Instead of coming down from my orgasm I was in sensory overload. One second I was experiencing intense pleasure the next intense pain, it was as if my body wasn't sure which way to process the feelings from my clit.

At some point I became aware that Sean was stationary with his cock pushed up me as far as he could manage while he pumped his cum into my bowels, letting go of my clit as he did.

My mind was a whirl and my body continued to buck spasmodically as my clit throbbed. 

Sean withdrew, fiddled with his trousers and then wandered off again.

"Let me out now please" I said conscious that my legs were not only aching but also very unsteady without him holding my hips. Sean however ignored my request and continued to walk away.

I guess I had been expecting the sex to be a little more like what we had at home, just with the added spice of me being in the stocks. I certainly hadn't expected this; I knew I was going to pay for it by being very sore for a few days.

When Sean retuned a little while later all I could think of was getting out of the stocks and again asked him to let me out. Sean though clearly hadn't finished with me

Saying nothing, despite my continued pleas for release, Sean started to caress my breasts and then pinch my already tortured nipples. After a couple of minutes of this and ignoring my protests Sean started to push his cock into me.

I was very sore and told Sean but he started to fuck me anyway, and then reached around to play with my nipples again.

I continued to protest for a while as he ploughed away at me, but I was clearly wasting my breath asking him to stop, so I eventually gave-up and just let him get on with it. 

He continued fucking me at a steady pace for several minutes. The after a while, my body had obviously lubricated some more and it started to feel less sore.

I think at some point my body also decided that there was no point in resisting further and the discomfort was again being replaced by pleasure as my body started to respond. 

Sean clearly sensed the change in me and increased his tempo. 

Unbelievably my arousal was increasing again and I soon reached the point where I was encouraging him to fuck me harder and even to pinch my nipples again. 

When my orgasm came, it wasn't anywhere near as intense as the last time but it was still good. 




Stocks & Suspenders



I really wasn't surprised that Sean was going to take longer to come this time and therefore didn't stop for me. 

Eventually Sean did cum and stopped leaving me frustratingly close to coming again.

"Don't stop. I'm close" I begged breathlessly.

Sean pulled out and dropped to his knees behind me. Moments later I felt his fingers on my clit as he pushed two or three fingers from his other hand inside me and started to fuck me with them.

He soon had me close again. Don't ask me why but just before I came, I asked him to "pinch it" again.

Sean did as I asked only much, much harder this time. I squealed at the pain and bucked hard, both in the orgasm it triggered, and in desperation to escape his cruel fingers

The shock of the pain, coupled with the intensity of my orgasm literally took my breath away and I found myself dumb-struck.

I bucked and thrashed around as much as the stocks would allow; frantic for the pain to stop.

Try as I might, somehow I just couldn't seem to get the words out of my mouth. I even remember thinking that Sean must have been thinking that I was enjoying it because apart from my initial squeal I was behaving like I was having a massive orgasm (which I guess I was; but I wasn't enjoying it).

It seemed like ages but was probably only seconds before I eventually I managed to half-scream for him to stop. 

Sean didn't stop however, clearly my reaction was either misleading him or turning him on, because instead of releasing my clit he kind of rolled it tightly between his fingers causing me to squeal again and buck even harder.

It was far too much and I remember going light headed and a hearing a "whooshing" sound in my ears. I really thought I was going to pass-out. 

Fortunately my torture was halted just in time; Sean withdrew his fingers, stood-up and walked away behind me.

"Don't walk away, let me out. Of here" I gasped. It was all I could utter as I still squirmed in pain and tried to get my breath back.

Sean continued to walk away, so I called-out again. I had had more than enough and my legs were about to collapse beneath me.

Unbelievably Sean continued to ignore me and walked away. 

I was getting really pissed at being kept in the stocks now and called out again for Sean to release me.

I could hear Sean rummaging with something in the background as he continued to ignore my pleas.

I then heard what I guessed to be the main door to the museum being opened and again called out to Sean.

What the fuck was he playing at? Surely he hadn't gone out and left me, but I got no response to my calls.

Several minutes went by and there was no sound from Sean despite my calls. I was getting really annoyed at him.

Every part of my body ached; my arms and neck ached where I had been straining against the stocks during our activities; my ass and pussy were sore; my nipples were sore; and clit still throbbed like mad; but worst of all my back and legs in particular were killing me.

I now understood why the stocks were such a punishment; maintaining this position was extremely uncomfortable. The workout I had had just had made the situation worse but my legs were literally shaking and on the verge of collapse. Of course I couldn't collapse without strangling myself on the stocks.

I looked up at the clock on the wall; 15 minutes had gone since I first looked at it after Sean had disappeared. I called out again and still nothing.

I was in agony after another 15 minutes and still no reply. 

It was about an hour after he left me that I finally heard footsteps again.

"Sean?" I called out.

"Who's there?" I heard Mary Collins' voice. Mary is the museum's director.

"Oh my god" I said under my breath. I was in absolute turmoil; on the one hand I didn't want to be found by her like this; and on the other I was in agony and desperate. I was also starting to worry about Sean. I was starting to think that something must have happened to him; he might tease me but surely he wouldn't leave me for an hour like this.

"Who's there? I've called the police" Mary called out.

I had no choice but to answer.

"It's me Tasha, I'm here with Sean. Please don't come in. Is Sean out there?"

"What do you mean, don't come in? What's happening? Sean?" She replied clearly wondering what was going on"

Sean didn't reply and I could hear her footsteps approaching.

"What the" Mary stopped mid-sentence, having clearly caught sight of me.

"Um, Where's Sean?" Mary asked.

"I don't know"

I wanted the earth to swallow me up at this point, knowing what I must have looked and smelt like; naked and with dried cum around the tops of my legs and stockings.

Mary walked over to me. "Look, I don't want to spoil your fun but is everything OK? Mary asked.

"I'm so sorry" I replied wondering how she was going to react to us using the museum like this. I could also feel myself blushing bright red. In embarrassment

"Don't worry about it, we were all young once" Mary replied kindly.

"Could you possibly let me out please" I asked desperate to get out.

"Of course" Mary replied and undid the latch before lifting the top, setting me free. 

I went to stand up but made the mistake of not holding onto the stocks for support. My legs buckled and down I went, in a heap by Mary's feet.

"Are you OK?" Mary asked extending her hand to me.

"My legs have gone funny" I replied feeling that my humiliation was complete. I tried to cover my breasts with my arms, in a vague attempt to regain at least a little modesty, while looking for my dress.

"You saw no sign of Sean in the office"

"No. Did you two have argument or something?"

"No, not at all" I replied.

"Would you like me to fetch your clothes?" Mary offered.

"Sean must have them because they were there" I said vaguely pointing to a spot behind where I was standing.

Mary took-off her cardigan and kindly put it around my shoulders

"Thank you".

"Do you feel up to walking yet? We should look for Sean." Mary asked.

"I think so" I replied hoping that I didn't make further fool of myself when I tried to get-up. I too was a little worried about Sean"

Mary gave me a hand up. "Let's have a look around for him" she said taking my arm in hers sensing my continued unsteadiness"

We looked around, (after a few steps my legs recovered a little) and at the far side of the building near the office we heard a faint moaning sound from behind a door.

Mary opened the heavy, old, re-enforced door and there was Sean on the floor.

He had been bound with his hands and feet tied together behind his back. He had also been gagged but the thing I noticed first was the blood on his head. It had dried but clearly he had been hit on the head.

Mary and I rushed to untie him.

I hugged him, "Are you OK? What happened?" I asked totally shocked to find him like this. No wonder he'd been away so long.

"One of them must have hit me over the head while I was in the office. The next thing I knew, I was in here, tied up. Are you OK? How long have I been here?" He replied

At that point we were interrupted by another voice announcing himself as the police.

"One moment" Mary replied moving toward the doorway and pointing to an old caretaker's coat hanging on the wall behind the door.

I quickly went to get it and put it on while Mary talked to the two officers in the hallway.

They entered the room moments later and eyed the scene, and me, before them, one of them moving over to examine Sean.

There were a few moments of awkward silence while he looked at Sean. The other one then asked and noted down our names.

"I think we should get him checked-over just in case" the officer announced. He called to someone over his radio and helped Sean to his feet.

"If you could please stay here with Officer Jones while I get Sean taken to the hospital. He took Sean outside and returned on his own about 5 minutes later.

"Are you Mrs Collins?" The officer asked Mary.

"Yes"

He then asked Mary to explain what had happened. She told him how she had been walking back from the pub when she saw the open door and the lights on. She had then called the police before looking inside.

Then she said that she had found me over the far end and then we both found Sean in the room.

"And who might you be Miss?" He said turning to me.

I was dreading this part. I told him my name and then, of course, had to outline why we were there. I tried to put it as delicately as I could and was, no doubt, bright red as I explained.

"I see, well clearly we will have to get formal statements". He said confirming my fears.

He then sent Officer Jones with Mary to have a look around and note if there was anything missing or damaged.

"Do you have any other clothes to put on?" Sergeant Michaels asked.

"I did have but it looks like they were taken" I replied.

"Will you be ok going to the station like that? We have a car."

"I guess so" I replied not relishing the idea.

The Sergeant then made polite conversation while we waited. When they returned Officer Jones stated that there were several items missing.

"OK, get the surveillance footage and we'll get to the station."

I wasn't sure what to say. I desperately didn't want the tape viewed by anyone apart from Sean and I but knew I had little choice but to let them take it.

We sat in near silence as we drove to the station. Luckily it was a very short drive.

At the police station I was shown into an interview room and offered a cup of coffee. I could have done with something stronger but was thankful for it nevertheless.

The Sergeant clearly took sympathy on me and sent in a female officer to take my statement. She introduced herself and asked that I call her Beth.

Beth asked me to go through what had happened in detail. It was highly embarrassing but she did her best to put me at ease.

When we had finished she brought me another coffee and a newspaper to read and then asked if I would wait for a while.

It was about an hour later that she reappeared.

"May I go home now" I asked.

"Not yet. I am afraid there is a bit of a complication"

"Is it Sean?" I asked expressing my fears that there may have been more to his head injury.

"No, no Sean is fine, nothing more than a small cut and some bruising. Sorry, I thought my colleague had updated you."

"No. No one has talked to me since you left."

"Sorry, yes he is fine and he has also been giving us a statement at the hospital. That I am afraid is the complication."

"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly concerned that we were somehow suspected of the theft.

"Well the thing is that Sean says that he was hit over the head very soon after you arrived at the museum, and that the two of you didn't actually have sex."

Beth must have seen the look of horror on my face and sympathetically took my hand in hers.

"Oh my god, but it must have been Sean" I said in disbelief already piecing it together in my mind. It made sense now. 

"The video surveillance doesn't show anything apart from your face, unfortunately it was zoomed in just before the start."

"You've watched it?"

"No but my colleague has."

"Oh god is there a hole somewhere I can jump into" I asked mortified at the thought of a room full of policemen watching it.

Beth smiled a little at my comment but tried her best to be comforting.

"The two points we need to think about are firstly that you need to think about being screened for anything nasty, and secondly you have technically been raped.

Beth paused and then continued. "Now I can arrange for a doctor to see you. He can take samples for both DNA matching and also start the screening process.

Well suffice to say I had little sensible option but to see the doctor. Sean and I were then reunited afterward.

Sean was extremely apologetic and clearly felt terrible about what had happened to me.

Given what he had gone through I couldn't be angry with him. In truth I struggled to reconcile my own feelings about it because until I found out the truth, I had in fact enjoyed most of the sex.

I found myself in the strange position of having to reassure Sean who was clearly more distraught than me.

Unfortunately sex was not advised for the next month until I was given the all clear; obviously I also took the morning after pill just in case. Eventually I was given the all clear and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a couple of days after that, one Saturday, that Sean came home looking a bit sombre. 

I asked him what was wrong and he put a DVD case on the table. 

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked

Sean nodded his head "the police have finished with it and Mary asked me what I wanted her to do with it. I wasn't sure so I brought it home"

"Destroy it" I responded without much hesitation.

"I think I want to watch it." he said

"No don't. Get rid of it." I replied

We debated it further but Sean was insistent and I eventually relented.

"OK, but if you watch it, we watch it together and you to promise me two things."

"What?" 

"Firstly I want you to remember that I thought I was having sex with you so don't think badly of me, and secondly I want you to promise to take me to bed afterward and make love to me."

"OK" Sean replied and we put it on.

I must admit that once I got beyond the initial feelings of guilt at having had sex with someone else and embarrassment at seeing myself, it was quite erotic.

I think we were both turned on by the end of it.

"Am I not rough enough for you?" Sean asked.

It was obvious that it had been a pretty rough session (at least by our standards) and it was equally obvious that I had come hard, as a result.

"I don't always want it rough." I said

"But it's clear that sometimes you like it rougher than I would do it."

I wasn't sure how to answer because he'd just seen the evidence that clearly proved that I did. "We can experiment together" was the best I could think of.

"OK, how about now?"

I was turned on but I wasn't sure that I fancied a rough session; however I didn't have the heart to say no to him.

What followed was a session totally unlike anything I'd ever had with Sean. It seemed like he was trying to out-do what had happened to me on the film. 

After a hard fucking in the doggy position I came and was then spun around. Sean pushed his cock between my lips and then proceeded to fuck my mouth (rather than letting me blow him) and then literally thrust his cock down my throat as he came. That was a first for me. Although I wasn't keen on having his cock down my throat, I must admit to being quite turned-on by this new dominant Sean. 

Later that night Sean also fucked my ass for the first time, finishing off by pinching my clit and bringing me to a screaming orgasm.

It was clear our sex life was never going to be the same after that night. I think we both like the change, although there are times when I think that I've created a monster because most weeks now I have days where my body hurts from the aftermath of one of our rougher sessions.

We got married a year later so there was no real harm done and although I would never have wanted to have sex with strangers like that it has probably helped us. Sean clearly likes to dominate me and I quite enjoy letting him.

Since that night we have added to our film collection - although the new ones are definitely just Sean and I, and were done in the security of our home!



Stocks



It was about that time he stopped and felt him slide around and began to lick my breast and then he suddenly latched on to a nipple....ooooo! He pulled hard. I could look down and see the shape of someone's rear end sticking out from under the stock but could not make out who it was. His other hand had gathered by dress up in the front and he was sliding a finger through my petals. I was really starting to warm up and started to grind against his hand. Then he switched to my other breath, the wetness on my right nipple that we just left seemed to impossibly get harder in the cool night air. I never knew that having someone work on my teats so much could stir things in my groin. I was just dripping there. It was hard to hump against his hand bent over through the stock but I was doing my best. I wanted him to stop and yet I did not. I would not make it if he did not let me finish this time. I breathing harder and harder as his finger focused on rubbing up and down both sides of my petals and his mouth pulling on my teat while his other had moved between groping my breast to pulling on my nipple.

And with one big draw-in of breath I held it - my body begging for a final release and he pulled away - how could he do that - it's like he knew!!!The bastard!

He had left my breasts hanging out and somehow got the bottom of it hung up on a nail or something on the stock where I was completely exposed to above my waist. Fear struck me as I heard him shuffling away. I couldn't be left like this - everyone would know. My parents would know! "please, please come back!" I begged. I heard his feet stop by he did not move. "please don't leave my dress like this" - still he did not move! I don't know if I was still so warm inside or if I was not thinking but it just kind of came out of my mouth "I will do anything if you don't leave me like this!" I just made a promise to do anything to someone I wasn't even sure who I was talking to. But it worked I felt his weight hit the wooden planks. I felt him slide up between my legs - then he slowly picked up my lower body from standing my legs were so relieved but my arms had to support the weight of my body to keep the weight off my neck. But it was good to be in a new positon. Then he just shoved his cock into me. I was still so wet, it went right in. He just pounded me - I felt my body racked between his pushing and pulling out and my arms and neck trying to keep stable between the stocks. He was some how able to balance me on his hips and reach around to my front and stroke my button. It was so quiet on the street I think anyone could have heard the moan that escaped my throat. I could not help it. The feeling washed over me and he just kept pumping! Then I felt another small wave, they came one after the other over the next several minutes. I was getting sore but he kept pumping in and out. He had been almost completely pulling out and going back in. I felt the cool air of the night as he pulled out each time. Finally as my arms had given out holding my weight and I had choked on the pressure of my neck. I felt him push in and hold - I felt his body jerk as he filled me with his seed. It was just a few more seconds and he started backing away. He lowered my dress and stuffed my breasts into the top of my dress. I did not feel him tie the cinch. And he was gone. I did not even here his feet hit the street. He had just slipped away. I could feel his seed and my juices dripping down my legs. My breathing eventually slowed and fell asleep til morning. 

The day was uneventful other than I was so glad to see my mother. She fed me that morning and wiped my face and cleaned me up some. She had come into town to sell eggs and looked really tired. I knew she was having to do my work as well. I felt bad for her. She seemed to sense something was going on with me but I just denied it. I could not discuss it with her. I was too embarrased and humiliated. Just the fact I'm not sure my father believed I was innocent of stealing. Mother believed me though. It was nice to feel her press her face close to mine and love me. 

Other than that it was just plain hot and boring. My neck and legs were hurting real bad all day. There were times I would cry. I saw Becky from a distance walking behind her father and she just made a face at me. I thought it was quite childish for someone her age.

Mr Harris released me to the outhouse several times and took me into his office to clean me up once. It was in the middle of the afternoon. I welcomed the wash bowl he offered as I cleaned my face and neck of the dust. I had retied my cinch earlier but he had me loosen it. It was then that a business man friend came into the office. They discussed some things privately as I enjoyed relaxing there not being in the stocks. I thought I was really getting a way with something. But I realized very soon, I was being kept in the office for a purpose. When Mr. Harris bolted the door and checked the windows I knew something was up. He stood behind me speaking to Col. Licht. The Col. still had a strong German accent and I'm not sure where he had served. But he was a large boisterous man. Mr.Harris suddenly pulled my dress down from the top and said to him "Isn't she a beauty!" I was horrified to be exposed to yet another man. "Missy is not ready to go back into the stocks yet are you sweet" as he turned his gaze to me. He had started rubbing my upper chest as he held me in the chair I was in and stroking my breasts. The Colonel began unbuckling his belt while Mr. Harris explained to me that "he needed to be serviced" as he put it. Same term I had heard around horses. I'm not sure if it was a pun because when the colonel dropped his drawers, he reminded me of a horse. I had seen horses many times, any girl my age had even those not on the farms because most people had them to work or travel with. The man's cock had to have been half the size of one. My gaze just locked on it. I had not seen many but it was so much larger than Mr. Harris and what I seemed to have felt in the last day or so. And it did not even compare to the time I watched the boys swim at the water hole from a bush as I touched myself. That had been in my thoughts for many months after that but seemed so unimportant considering the last day.

Suddenly, my current situation flashed back to me as the Colonel began coming at me! I felt fear of the size and Mr. Harris just pushed my head down toward it saying "the colonel just wants a little kiss!" I fought his hand by pressing back! He spun me around so fast in the chair and threatend to leave me in the stocks with no breaks if I did not "act right". He looked at me with his face right in mine with steely gray eyes and let the full realization of what he meant to sink in. I had seen someone in their own filth once - I could not handle it.

Mr. Harris began to smile and his normal kind face returned as he slowly turned and spoke to the Colonel and said "I think she will like you a lot!" The Colonel straddled my legs and laid his cock in between my breasts, the tip was right below my lips. He pushed up slowly and guided my head where my lips accepted it. He was still nestled in my breasts and my mouth seemed full - he was so large. He spoke to Mr. Harris and asked if he were going to partake and Mr. Harris said something to the effect of saving himself for tonights entertainment when the others got here. I took this all in with much interest because I had picked up on the pattern of what was happening to me.

The Colonel began a series of stroking and putting as much of himself into my mouth as he could. I gagged more than once. He kept mumbling something in German whenever I gagged. I'm not sure what! I realized pretty soon, that if I could just get this over with soon, so I started putting a good bit of effort into it. He seemd to like this a lot and spoke to Mr. Harris about what a high class lady he had found. This farm girl had never been called that before. I began to realize a sense of power, and started playing with him. He tensed up and stopped. I'm not sure if what he said but his tone was not good, then I would take him in while squeezing my breasts around him and pulling him close. I took him almost over the top five times and then he started begging me! Ha! I was in control now. I looked at him and said "maybe, you could speak to Mr. Harris on my part to allow me to sleep in his office tonight instead of the stocks!" They both burst into laughter and something was said that they should have thought of that first! I did not understand their laughter. The colonel guided my head back and almost immediately his seed squirted into my mouth but he pulled out while it had a few spurts left which landed on my left cheek and then he "painted" some across my lips and breasts as he continued to leak out. 

Mr. Harris started rushing me back together saying that he needed to get me back into the stocks before Mr. Black noticed. That was all that happened that day. My father stayed with me again that evening. He seemed worried but did not say much. 

During the day, I could not get it off my mind - that huge cock. The colonels! How did his wife survive. Once a "snake oil salesman" came through town and one of the performers was a woman who would put a sword down her throat. I remember hearing some of the men joke about that. I wondered if she could handle the Colonel. 

Night finally came and my father had returned home. The streets had been quiet for some time as candles were put out. I could see Mr. Harris's office was still well lit and several men had gathered in front of it going in and out all evening. My thoughts returned to his comment about entertainment. I'd do anything to get out of those stocks if only those men would go home and Mr. Harris could come get me and maybe the Colonel might still be there. Maybe not, he still frightened. Part of me wanted him inside and part of me thought he would split me in two. But I could feel myself dribbling just thinking about it. They put me in the stocks with his seed still on my breast and neck and I drifted with thoughts about him until had dried earlier that afternoon. I just could not get that big cock off my mind. 

It had to be about 10:30 at night. People read by and did what they could by candle light but most people were in bed asleep long before now. Still there was the gathering of men at Mr. Harris office. I had seen them come and go. Their entertainment must be pretty good. I even had a hint of dissappointment because I wanted to get out of the stocks. However, I did not want to be thrown to all those men either, which I'm sure would not be above Mr. Harris.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Elijah came today and out of the blue he brought me flowers and told me he loved me. I actually enjoyed the company. I think because I was so bored but it was real awkward when he told me he loved me. I still don't think much of him. Even when he was there, I had the Colonel on my mind.

I snapped out of dozing when I heard the bolt on the stock being lifted. I had a hard time standing up straight! It was Mr. Harris! He rushed me along across to the stable saying we needed to hurry. That he had a surprise for me. I reminded him I had not been relieved in several hours which brought a smirk to his hand. He knew what I meant! I was allowed to do so and then we hurried to the stable. I had never seen it full of so many horses! There were even a few just tied up outside. He took me into the tack room. It was there he had stashed a few packages. He turned up the lamp. It was then that I noticed Thomas. Thomas was a yound Negro man that took care of the stable. He was a free man and worked there. He was just sitting on some supplies. Mr. Harris brought out some packages and told me to clean myself up and put what was in them on. 

The packages had some frilly French knickers and a beautiful dress and stockings that clinched with laces. It seemed very high class but as I put it together, the dress was shorter than expected and you could clearly see my stockings and my breasts were spilling out of the top. Thomas just stood and stared as Mr. Harris had me change right in front of him. He had me clean up and even had a mirror and a brush. Then he brought out some rouge. I had never worn any. My mother had spoke of it in evil tones on many occasions. Mr. Harris had rushed through all this, and I had not given much thought to being completely stripped and washed in front Thomas. I guess I was over the fact that this was happening in front of Mr. Harris. Questions were in my mind of what was going to happen and "was I the entertainment tonight?" Mr. Harris did not answer and just helped me with with whatever stage of dress I was in. He really just got in the way, but the effect did rush me along. When I looked in the mirror, my hair was up. The rouge really made me look beautiful but in a degrading kind of way. The dress was tight and hugged my body. And my legs were shown off by the stockings. It was a woman of the night as mother called them. I was beginng to get turned on and the sight of how pretty it made me. Thomas sure was turned on as was Mr. Harris. I had never even spoken to Thomas but there he was with outline of his cock proudly pushing out the front of his trousers staring at me the whole time. I had already started leaking on the new frilly knickers I was wearing. 

Mr. Harris took me and led me to the back of his office and then suddenly slowed down and composed himself and told me to catch my breath and stand up straight. I could hear the men inside, some talking brashly. When we entered, I smelled the tobacco and saw then me fall silent as all glaring eyes fell on me as I entered the room. Then one "gentleman" begin clapping and the others joined in as I was escorted by Mr. Harris to "my" chair. My chair had been moved to the center of the room. I looked around in the lamp light and then I saw the colonel. Mr. Black was there. I later found out he had provided the outfit and it was all from France. I did not recognize many others at all, but one man I had seen before. He was very affluent and I had mostly seen him during elections and big events. I knew he was a wealthy land owner and at one time I think he had a title of Lord or still did. Lord Owens I think. 

Mr. Harris properly introduced me to the "gentlmen" and said "Gentlemen, I present to you - Miss Anna." Most smiled and whispered to each other. Then he broke the quiet and said "Well Gentlemen, she's yours to provide whatever requests you may have!" It was as I feared, there was no telling what I was going to go through tonight! I looked over my shoulder in shock at Mr. Harris and he just smiled and said to relax and enjoy. 

Then I heard from the back of the room, "I want to see her breasts!" Mr.Harris just leaned forward and pulled the dress down in front and under my bosoms. It seemed to be made to stretch just so and it kind of lifted them up. All 12 or 13 men seemed to cheer at that. A few gave flattering but vulgar comments. And the Colonel bragged that he had already experienced them. Then there were a few comments to spoken about the Colonel's size. His reputation proceeds him. I then wondered had something like this happened to anyone else before. 

Then I heard someone say I want to see her down below. Another man requested to see me dance! Then there was a deluge of requests, some things I had did not even know what they were saying, some things were French words I had never heard. Mr. Harris held up his hand suggested that maybe I should start off with a dance. I started to pull my dress up and Mr. Harris stopped me and whispered in my ear "not that kind of dance but a dance to really please these men". Solome from the Bible came to mind. I knew this was so wrong, yet I was soaking the knickers I had on. I stood there - Mr. Harris thought I was thinking I was not going to go through with it and whispered something about the stocks and I whispered back that was not it. I told him I had never danced before. He told me just to move around in front of the men but slowly and present breasts, bottom, legs and even my smiling face to them. Just to move slowly - "cat-like" he added. Catlike - that helped a lot.

So I did, I spun slow, moved to each man, raised my legs, bent over, some would suggest things, like open my mouth and form an "O" with my lips. One wanted me to arch my back and spread my legs as Mr. Harris suggested I take off the dress. The men were mostly quiet - taking me all in with their eyes. They had a hungry stare. Someone beside the Colonel laughed and everyone turned and looked at him - one said "Hey, Jack has shown up to the party too!" It was incredible, his cock was sticking out of the top of his trousers by about two inches. All the men seemed ready but not any like him.

After I danced with the dress off, with only my shoes, stockings and knickers. The men began reaching for me as I danced close. At first I could just back away but then Mr. Harris was behind me and pushed to keep me in their reach. Their hands went all over me. One man said something to Mr. Harris about He could get elected to if he could only find a girl like me to run his campaign. It all made sense, Mr. Harris was using me to promote his political ambitions. 

Then one man grabbed me by the knickers and exclaimed to the others "she must be enjoying this she's wet!" I retreated in embarrassment. The truth was, even though I was being made to do this - it was the most exciting moment of my life. And I still could not keep my eyes off the Colonels cock. And he knew this which only stirred my stomach even more!

The men began to request me to drop my knickers and I looked at Mr. Harris and he just nodded. I thought of returning to the stocks - I knew if I dropped them, there would be no turning back. I was just sure, every man there was going to have me by the end of the night.

Slowly, I bent over at the waist and pushed them down! The men were silent and just watched. I felt a small moment of control as I stepped out of them and then spun slowly around! I could not believe what was happening and that I at this point was even planning my next move in my head before the men. I was enjoying being on display. I started to head towards the Colonel, when someone said "put her on the table" and he produced this long rock thing. He said he got it from an Indian. It was a rock, real smooth and round around, shaped similar to a cigar but much bigger. The men passed it up and put it in my hands. It was heavy and I had never seen anything like it. Jim was his name, he explained that Indians used it in their religion to help them have children or something like that. I don't even think he really knew. It was as long as my whole forearm. But it was much thicker, maybe thicker than a man's forearm. I tried to give it back but it was pushed back into my hands. I was not sure what to do with it.

That's when several of them dragged me up onto the table - most of the men moved forward. They laid me down and pushed my legs up and folded them so they spread. Mr. Black came up behind and supported my head. I still was not happy with him - why did he have to be there. 

My petals were completely exposed, one man just reached over and swiped through them and showed everyone how wet his finger was. I turned beet red. I knew they were puffed out and swollen. My nipples had been hard so long they ached. Mr. Black looked down at me and said I was like a dog in heat! That did not make me feel good. Then the Colonel grabbed my hands and pulled them with the stone and guided it down to my petals. He aimed in and showed me to push with my hands as he pushed too!. Mr. Harris had been holding my knickers and started rubbing the wet area I had left under my nose. The stone was cold and the pressure it was causing, it was huge! I felt it splitting me in two and not much of it was going in. The Colonel was still helping guide it. Two other men were rubbing my breasts. Others yet, were rubbing my thighs and legs. It was 13 men. They all seemed to be touching me or doing something to me. The heady smell of my scent as Mr. Harris had fastened my knickers around my head so that my scent was right at my nose and the wettest area was actually placed in my mouth. He had pushed that area in on my tongue. I had never tasted my self until now. Then the stone seemed to work it's way in. It seemed to get even bigger as it was pushed inside of me. I looked down, only about 1/4 of it was actually inside. The men were in a frenzy.




Stocks



A man on each side had grabbed my hands and had me pumping their cocks. The ones a the other end were taking turns pushing moving the stone inside or me. I could keep up with all. I had my relief right then and blacked out. They said I was only out for a few seconds. I was dizzy and could lift my head to see what was going on. I finally looked down and saw that 2/3 of the stone was inside me. I never would have believed I could take that much, it was the best feeling I had ever had. I thought for sure now I had to have the Colonel. Some men had dropped their drawers and were pulling on themselves. The stone was being pulled out about 1/3 of the way and then moved back in. Then Lord Owens leaned over to suck my button and I went over the edge again . The stone and all the hands was too much. I was too sensitive now, I reached out to stop as many hands as I could and pulled the stone out. I saw a man begin to lick it.

That's when I saw Mr. Harris pull out some ribbon from his desk. He hande it out as I caught my breath. Then from all four corners for the table I was tied down. I was offered some water to drink and then Mr. Harris tied my knickers into my mouth. He saw the fear in my eyes and told me it would be alright. I calmed down.

It was then that each man, one at a time crawled on top of me and pleasured themselves. I was in a constant state and finished myself 4 times between all the men. Some left their seed in me so fast, I hardly felt them there at all. Here I was taking on a room full of grown men and yesterday, I was still a virgin. One man even said that he had never seen a whore buck back like I was bucking. Oh, it felt so good! Then I had lost count, everyone in the room had finished, even Mr. Harris except the Colonel. 

He was controlling me like I had been controlling some of the men earlier. My eyes followed every move he made. He knew I wanted him badly.

I had thought about this all day! Even though, I had not wanted any of this my body was betraying me. And my eyes followed him as he approached me. I had other men's see all in me and it was leaking out. Lubrication was not going to be a problem. My mind reeled from the heady scent of sex in the room. The Colonel began taunting me with his cock my laying it on each of cheeks and laying it across my face giving me a good look at what he was about to give to me. My mouth involuntarily opened as my back arched, my hips trying to reach it from the other end of the table. Then men in the room started making comments about my wantoness and my absolute whoring. They started to gather around me as the Colonel moved down into position. The Colonel began slowly teasing me with his cock. He took it like a club and pounded it against my button, then he would rub the head of it up and down my slit. And still being tied down I was doing all I could to capture it but to no avail. The men would laugh when I would beg. I did not care anymore. I wanted to see if I could take it. I had to find out if it would totally fill me. I needed to be filled! Then just as I arched my back and rolled my head back trying to reach his teasing - He shoved it almost all the way in. It went fast and slowed as I was stretched. Then he kept pushing! I lifted my head to see how much as a moan escaped my mouth. A few more inches! Then he pulled all the way out and pushed in - all of my outer skin was pulled and pushed in as well as I fell into a wave of motion, I had never felt this as strongly as I felt eveything almost go black in my mind lost in pleasure. I could only feel where we had joined the the continous pressure there. I could no longer sense anything going on in the room as a second wave washed over me! By the third, I realized I had a continous moaning scream coming out of my lungs - two men had moved up and were handling my tits roughly and I could look through their arms and saw the Colonel moving in and out of me with the full length sending his entire cock all the way as I felt his bullocks pressed up against me at the bottom of his stroke. Just the sight of it sent me over again and I lost comeplete track of time. My next thoughts were of the Colonel laying on top of me - slowly pulling out and each of my hands had been untied and had someone's cock in each. Another man had his over my face and was trying to insert in my mouth. As I felt another begin to enter me. However, I did feel his cock, just his legs moving against me. I was wondering would I ever feel anything there again. Each man in the room used me again and again. I was getting tired but still the feeling on my body was it wanted more! At some point I was flipped over on top of a man and shoved his cock into my rear. It was excruciating at first but then the pressure started and then another man entered me on top and in ways I felt even fuller than when the Colonel was within me. At all times a cock was either spending or spent in my mouth. My jaws were sore! Some men had begun to leave! I was becoming limp as a ragdoll with barely any energy left to even hold myself up. It seemed every part of my body had been used! At one point I had a cock in my mouth, my butt, my flower and another man had straddled me with his between my breasts while I was stroking one in each hand. I think it was soon after that my hands just would not work anymore and the rest of the men began to leave and say their goodbyes! I think the Colonel left after he had me. I never did see him again!

Eventually, it was just me an Mr. Harris. He took me urged me along back out to the stable in the middle of the night! I had not idea what time it was! He marched me to the stable with out a stitch of clothing on! We woke Thomas up and tied my hands to a rafter above my head and ordered Thomas to clean me up! Thomas did and seemed to enjoy it very much as he took his time moving his hands over my body!

Nothing seemed to matter, I could not have fought him off if I had tried. I just hung there more by my arms than standing on my legs. Mr. Harris said to Thomas to get me dressed as he threw the dress to him and that he would be back in a few minutes. Thomas untied me and somehow got my dress over my head and dressed me. I was concious enough to tell he was aroused but he was gentle with me. Then he laid me down in a pyle of clean hay. He started touching me. I had had enough and at any other time would have fought to keep him off of me but I just did not have the energy. He threw my dress up over my waist and entered me. He finished soon and I was falling asleep. 

Next thing I knew Mr. Harris was shaking me. He led me out to the stocks and put me back in. The next thing I Knew it was morning and I had been hanging by my arms all night it seemed and they were so sore. I could not pull myself up on my feet because of the soreness.

It was morning but no one was out yet. There was only a hint of increasing light. I felt someone near but behind me again. I asked who it was and there was just a giggle. I relaxed realizing it was at least a female! But then I felt my dress being lifted behind me. I tried to turn but could not, then I felt my legs being spread and pulled firmly down on to the flooring by two sets of hands. Then I heard Becky!!! "You had better relax or this may hurt a little!" I was just about to ask what - when I felt something being pushed in between my petals! Becky said "a whore like you will probably enjoy this anyway!" I was covered in embarassment, how could she know! Then my mind focused on the pressure of something entering me that was getting bigger! I was not wet but it was sliding in and it was filling me just as the Colonel had but it was rough! Becky said "I'm going to leave you with this ear of corn - it was the largest one I could find! You will probably want to keep it for lonely nights when no man will have anything to do with you - WHORE!" 

Then I heard Tabitha say "Oh! I bet some will pay to reprieve her lonely nights!" and then they both just giggled!

Then Becky said "I hoped you liked the little surprise I left in your dress at the store the other day!" I knew it all along! I just did! I never felt so humliated in my life. I started cursing them. They just giggled and laughed and told me bye. Leaving the very large ear of corn inside me. I did manage to shake a little and my dress fell down covering me. 

Well that's how it happened and why I have to seek revenge on Becky. I get out of the stocks in a few hours! After I rest, I will plan something for her and probaly Tabitha too!



Stockschwul



Irgendwie war es unruhig neben ihm im Bett geworden. Schlaftrunken öffnete er nach einer Weile seine Augen und wandte den Kopf zur Seite. Er schien irritiert, direkt neben sich, wo er seine Partnerin wähnte, klaffte eine Lücke. Ein kleines Stück weiter lag sein Freund mit zurückgeschlagener Bettdecke nackt und mit geschlossenen Augen, scheinbar schlafend, auf dem Rücken. Irgendetwas schien hier nicht zu stimmen und irritierte ihn. 

Er hob den Kopf ein wenig an und sah im Halbdunkel des Zimmers die Herzallerliebste zu seiner Linken ein wenig nach unten auf der Matratze verrutscht, mit ihrem Kopf seitlich über seinen erklärtermaßen stockschwulen Freund, hinüber in dessen Schoss gebeugt. Die geschürzten Lippen setzten dessen vollformatigen Lümmel, der sich ihr in elegantem Bogen entgegen schwang, an dessen praller Spitze zärtlich verspielt ein neckisches kleines Mützchen auf. Mit geschlossenen Augen schien sie selbstverloren in tiefer Meditation versunken. 

Ihrem Partner den Rücken zugewandt, bemerkte das verruchte kleine Biest nicht, dass der ziemlich schnell ziemlich wach war und zunächst fassungslos, doch zunehmend erregt, der stillen Inszenierung klammheimlich beiwohnte. Nach einer Weile gab er sein Inkognito auf und rutschte an ihrem Rücken entlang ebenfalls etwas tiefer nach unten. Behutsam begann er sich von hinten an sie an zu schmiegen. Eine ihrer Hände griff nach hinten und zog ihn an seiner Lende einladend zu sich heran. 

Von unten um sie herum fassend, bekam er eine ihrer prallen Titten zu greifen, deren steifer Nippel sich in seinen Handteller drückte. Er nahm ihn zwischen zwei seiner schlanken Finger und knetete ihr genussvoll die Zitze, während seine andere Hand ihren Rücken entlang, langsam nach unten, über den wohlgeformten Knackarsch hinweg, zwischen die leicht angewinkelten und einladend geöffneten Schenkel, hin zu ihrer Schnecke glitt. 

Ihr Einwand an seiner Beteiligung hielt sich in Grenzen. Wohlig stöhnte sie auf, als sie einen seiner Finger prüfend durch die erregte Nässe ihres tiefen Tales fahren spürte, um ihr die steife Lustperle zu bespielen. Dabei verlor sie für einen Moment den stolzen Zepter aus dem Mund. Erregt sah ihr Partner, wie sich im schummrigen Gegenlicht der Nachttischlampe ein feiner durchscheinender Faden erster Liebestränen von der beleckten strammen Eichel seines Kumpels, hin zu ihren leicht geöffneten Lippen spann. 

Schnell hatte ihr Mund zurück zum Objekt ihrer Begierde in Nachbars Garten gefunden. Indem sie ihr oberes Bein ein wenig zum Bauch hin anzog, nahm er das als Einladung, den Finger gegen seinen brettharten Riemen zu tauschen und ihrer saftigen Muschi einen kleinen Besuch abzustatten. 

Er stöhnte wohlig auf, als er seinen schlanken langen Schwanz in ihre Honigmuschel einfahren spürte und begann die Gattin in langen Stößen zu ficken. Als der sein Tempo ein wenig zu ekstatische wurde, langte sie nach hinten, um ihn in seinem ungezügelten Tatendrang zu bremsen, da sie befürchtete, er würde ihr womöglich noch vor der Zeit das Döschen pudern. 

Ihr Kopf löste sich von dem eben noch so hingebungsvoll beblasenen Prachtexemplar und ihr Oberkörper streckte sich an der Seite ihres Favoriten, hoch zu ihm, während sich ihr Partner, seitlich hinter ihr liegend, ganz folgsam, nun mit langsameren Stößen in ihrer sexuell voll erblühten Venusfalle begnügte. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt ahnte der noch nichts von der Begrenztheit des exquisiten Spaßes in der Lustmuschel seiner Süßen.

Seine Partnerin, die sich in ausschweifenden, leidenschaftlichen Zungenküssen mit seinem Freund verloren zu haben schien, hatte sich jetzt dessen nassen Riemen geangelt. Indem ihre Finger versonnen durch die schlüpfrige Nässe der prallen Eichel spielten, flüsterte sie ihm etwas zu. Fragenden Blickes schaute der daraufhin etwas irritiert an ihr vorbei, auf seinen Freund, der ihr, nach wie vor, unbeirrt in schönem Schwung, die feuchte Wiese mähte. Sie flüsterte ihrem Galan erneut etwas zu und griff mit ihrer anderen Hand nach seinem Kinn, um dessen Kopf zurück in ihre Blickrichtung zu zwingen und ihn wiederum fragend anzusehen. Etwas zögerlich und offensichtlich verunsichert, nickte er ihr schließlich zu. 

Selbstzufrieden in sich hinein schmunzelnd warf sie ihrem Partner hinter sich, über ihre Schulter hinweg, nur einen bedauernden, doch unmissverständlichen, flüchtigen Seitenblick zu. Schon bekam er ihre kompromisslose Hand, die nach hinten an seinen Riemen langte, zu spüren. Mit unnachgiebigem Griff war sein saftstrotzender Kamerad schnell hinaus aus ihrem Lustschlösschen komplimentiert und Platz für einen neuen Gast geschaffen. 

'Na, genial!', ihr Partner schien einen Moment lang perplex und enttäuscht über die abrupte Unterbrechung seines lustvollen Tauchgangs, fasste sich jedoch erstaunlich schnell und fügte sich in das ihm bestimmte Schicksal. 

Spätestens als sich seine Holde, die aufgerichtete Rute des Freundes in der Hand, mit einem ihrer schlanken Schenkel elegant über dessen Becken schwang, um sich kniend, einladend über dem zu grätschen, war ihm klar, dass ihm bei dem was jetzt folgen würde, bestenfalls eine bescheidene Beobachterrolle zuteil werden würde. So versuchte er das Beste aus der Situation zu machen, drehte sich spontan im Bett herum, um klopfenden Herzens und hoch erregt zuschauen zu können, wie das süße Miststück sich anschickte, dem Monsterteil seines Freundes die Aufwartung zu machen.

Ein wenig bitter musste er feststellen, dass er seine Süße in einem ausgesprochen brauchbaren Zustand an seinen Freund abtrat. Unanständig prall entfaltet, spreizten sich ihre Lustlippen direkt vor seinen Augen, einladend geöffnet, über der mächtig aufgeblähten und saftig glänzenden Eichel seines Kumpels. Die imposante Klit präsentierte sich stolz aufgerichtet, wie ein kleines Pimmelchen dem lauernden Angreifer. 

Das sein Kumpel beschnitten war, ließ die Kuppe seines Schwanzes irgendwie noch dominanter erscheinen und verlieh ihr ein fast etwas grobschlächtiges Outfit. Er musste feststellen, das dessen Gerät eindeutig voluminöser war, als sein eigener Schwanz, allerdings auch ein wenig kürzer. Viel Zeit für anatomische Studien ließ ihm seine Frau indessen nicht. Ihm blieb nichts, als ihr dabei zuschauen, wie sie sich anschickte, den saftigen Lümmel in ihr gut in Form geficktes Fötzchen zu zwängen. 

Nachdem ihre Pussy sich mit etwas Mühe über die monströse Eichel gezwängt hatte, senkte sie sich mit aufgerichtetem Oberkörper, zur Seite gewandtem Kopf und abgespreiztem Arm, als suche sie nach einer imaginären Balance im Raum, über dem in ihr steckenden Lümmel langsam, wie in Zeitlupe, ab. 'Was für ein Bild', der düpierte Ehegatte schaute fasziniert zu und begann sich spontan zu masturbieren. 

Als sie das Fingerspiel an seinem Gerät bemerkte, unterbrach sie seine kurzweilige Beschäftigung, griff nach seiner Hand und zog sie sich in ihren eigenen Schritt, an die prall herabhängende Klit. Irritiert sah er fragend zu ihr auf. 

Sie hatte sich nach hinten zu ihm hinunter gebeugt. 'Weißt du', raunte sie ihm zu, 'es würde mich tierisch anmachen, wenn du unerlöst bleiben würdest'. Sie blinzelte ihm vielsagend zu, 'erfüllst du mir den Wunsch? Ja? Bitte!', fügte sie hinzu und begann sich erneut auf dem Lustbolzen des Kumpels hin und her zu schieben. Sie ergriff dessen Hand, um sie an den Schwanz ihres Mannes zu führen. 'Fühl doch mal wie schön saftig der schon ist und wie tapfer er uns die ungestillten Tränen seiner Lust opfert!', forderte sie ihn auf und lobte einschmeichelnd ihren devoten Gatten.

Verhalten stöhnend verfolgte sie erregt, wie ihr Galan die nasse, spiegelglatte Eichel ihres Mannes spielerisch prüfend zwischen den Fingern hin und her gleiten ließ, bevor sie ihm schließlich die Hand wegzog, um ihren Partner weiter in dessen ungestillter Lust beobachten zu können. Der durfte dafür seiner Frau weiter dabei zuschauen, wie die immer enthemmter den in ihr ein und ausgleitenden Lustbolzen des Kumpels ritt. 

Der Galan langte an die vor ihm einladend auf und ab wippende Milchbar und glitschte der Geliebten nun mit den vom Liebessaft des Kumpels dekorierten Fingern über die harte Knospe einer ihrer aufreizenden Titten. Die geile Maus reagierte prompt, warf den Kopf in den Nacken und begann hingebungsvoll zu stöhnen. Immer wieder ließ sie ihren Blick neugierig interessiert in Richtung des still vor sich hinzuckenden Gerätes ihres Partners schweifen. 

Dessen weit geöffnetes Pissloch produzierte mittlerweile dicke Tropfen durchsichtiger Liebesflüssigkeit, die einen auffälligen feuchten Fleck auf dem Bettlaken speisten. Wiederholt animierte sie ihren Galan, indem sie ihm die Hand führte, von dem üppigen Angebot an natürlichem Gleitmittel Gebrauch zu machen, um ihr damit die steifen Nippelchen zu modellieren, die mittlerweile im diffusen Licht vom Saft ihres Mannes feucht schimmerten . 

Schmatzend schob sich der Riemen des Beschälers zwischen den ihn flankierenden Fingern des Ehemannes in forderndem Rhythmus unmittelbar vor dessen Augen in die entflammte Pussy der penetrierten Ehefrau, deren Liebesperle prall und reif aus dem leicht eingeschäumten Schlitz hervorlugte. Die beiden stöhnten in ihrer Lust um die Wette. 

Mit jedem Auftauchen hatte ihre erhitzte Sahneschnecke neue filigrane Muster weißer Liebessoße auf den glatten Schaft des strammen Sahnespenders gezaubert. Dem zunehmend nervösen Gatten dämmerte langsam, dass er hier gerade Zeuge wurde, wie sein schwuler Freund im Begriff war, das Fötzchen der Herzallerliebsten mit einer hübschen Ladung zu verwöhnen.

Den strammen Dong fast komplett in der Pussy versenkt, verharrte die unvermittelt abrupt in ihrer Abwärtsbewegung und schob die Finger des Partners an ihrem Trigger ungeduldig beiseite, um selbst Hand anzulegen. Fasziniert sah er ihr zu. Die Klit mit einer Hand etwas nach oben gezogen, wedelten die Finger ihrer anderen Hand in flinkem Stakkato über den hervorstehenden erigierten Lustzapfen, bis sie sich schnell unter ihrer eigenen Massage laut stöhnend in einem Orgasmus wand. Plötzlich zischte direkt vor seinen Augen der feine Strahl einer klaren Flüssigkeit aus ihrem Schlitz hervor und sprudelte über den Schaft des in ihr steckenden Lümmels. 

Mitgerissen von ihrem wilden Orgasmus stimmte ihr Galan in das ekstatische Stöhnen ein. Dessen vitalen Kameraden der, knorrig wie ein Ast und nass glänzend vom Saft der wilden Reiterin, ein Stück weit aus deren Liebesnest heraus ragte, durchzog ein verdächtiges feines Pulsen. 'Ja, gib's mir, spritz es mir schön tief rein!´ girrte sie ihm fordernd zu, bevor sie erneut Fahrt aufnahm und ihm ihr Becken verlangend in den Schoß schraubte. Der Ehemann schaute gebannt auf den verdächtig vor sich hin zuckenden Riemen in der Lustgrotte seiner Frau. 

Mit ein paar kurzen konvulsiv fordernden Beckenschwüngen, begleitet von dem unanständigen Schmatzen ihrer ineinander schiebenden Genitalien, brachte sie es zu Ende und saugte ihm gierig die weiße Soße aus seinen Lenden. Der verräterisch spermatische Duft ihrer in seinem Saft gebadeten Pussy begann sich in den Raum hinein zu entfalten. 'Oh ja, oh ja, alles hinein in meine Pussy, ja bitte, bitte, du fühlst dich so geil in mir an!´, flehte sie inbrünstig stöhnend und gab sich ihm lustvoll hin. Ein Teil der Lustsuppe lief ihr bereits aus der Möse heraus und cremte die zarte Haut der Innenseiten ihrer ekstatisch vibrierenden Oberschenkel. 

Während sie sich mit geschlossenen Augen noch immer verlangend auf dem abspritzenden Schwanz wand, hatte sie sich den unerlösten Riemen ihres Lebensgefährten gegriffen und masturbierte ihn in ihrer Lust wie von Sinnen nur mit einigen schnellen Handbewegungen. Der stöhnte auf und sie quietschte erschrocken, als der aufgestaute Saft so unerwartet schnell in einem hohen Bogen hervor schoss und sie in die schaumgekrönte Venus verwandelte. 

Cummykatze 2015 



Stockton and Lisey



"You damn fool, turn that racket off! Come help me fix something to eat tonight," yelled Lisey up the stairs. 

"Lay chilly baby, you know old Live helps me get in a creative little zone," Stockton replied. Or at least she better understand, he thought to himself. He had gotten roughly three chapters into his new book before some writer's block set it, something he felt Lisey remained oblivious to. 

"But baby, I just want a little help down here, I thought we could have a nice little dinner with some wine and maybe it would take your mind off everything," she pushed. Pushing was just that, she knew he had been having a tough time and was damn determined to take his mind off it and help him unwind, even if it meant her ass. Figuratively or literally. 

"Yeah I'll give you your damn help," he retorted. Might not be the help you are looking for right now little miss, but I'll damn sure help you he allowed himself to indulge. With that, he began his tired trudge downstairs, decked out in what he had begun to call his "Robe of Despair". A tattered old mess of green rag missing its cloth belt from one to many stumble-bum trips into the bathroom followed by haphazard dunks in toilet water as it hung too low to begin with. A trashy looking garment if there ever was one. 

"C'mon now sweetie, no need to be snarky with your favoritist girl," she flirtatiously added while batting her loving eyelashes at him, one of many weak-in-the-knee makers she had in her arsenal. That damn robe, she thought, one way or the other I'm getting him out of that and into something much, much better for the both of us tonight. "You know I'm a shortie and can't reach the top shelves, so do you think you could drag your 6'1 frame over here and help me out?" 

"Sure puddin', I could use the break anyway, not like I was actually getting anywhere." The sarcasm was almost as alive as they were and not going over well with Lisey. She couldn't stand his sarcasm when all she wanted to do was help and maybe letting him know would be just the ticket to punch. 

"Ok, you know, you can be a real ass sometimes, all I am really trying to do is get you away from the damn book so you can clear your head," she started cracking towards the end of what she was saying. "Maybe even spend a little time with me tonight." The longing was obvious.

He had been striking away at that keyboard of his for the past two weeks. Two weeks of no affection for this tender young wife who was so easily romanticized by the idea of shacking up with an "up-and-coming" writer. A writer who hit a nice pile of cash and was now dealing with different stresses involved with both being a provider and hitting deadlines that he never had when he completed his first novel on his own. 

"Listen woman," ... she shuddered noticeably ... "that damn book is exactly what is going to keep us from the poor house so why don't you just be a good wife and support me and what I am trying to do or do I have to take matters into my own hands and show you how?" She does not know what she is getting herself into, he thought. One more cranky look-at-me outburst and I'm going to spank the daylights out her. 

"W-w-woman?" she tried her best to spit out. "How dare you! You son of a bitch I am your wife and I love you and that's how....."

Before she could finish stammering and pretending not to be both a little scared and undeniably aroused he had taken her in hand and was leading her to a chair he set in the middle of the room.

"What, what the hell are you doing!" she demanded, the sharp grab of his hand on her arm left her blank. She knew what was going to happen, he had threatened her with it before, but she couldn't believe it was actually happening.

"What am I doing? I'm done putting up with your impatient nonsense regarding what I do to keep everything here up and running! I have told you time and time again Lisey that if you didn't start handling what I do with some patience that I was going to put you across my knee and spank you and now I'm damn sure going to!"

Whether her head was spinning faster than the room she might never be able to remember. A woman's first trip over her man's lap can do that to her; the subspace takes over and reality becomes the hazy dream while the line of fantasy is crossed over, never to be returned to and only to be wondered about by those who never jump over it. 

"Oh, b-b-but Stockton, honey, I was only trying to help." She was talking, she could hear it, but she barely knew it was her. The inadvertent attempts to squirm off his lap weren't doing anything to stem his proverbial tide either; a rather foreign and slightly uncomfortable poke to her stomach made her wonder...

"Only one but about it baby, and it has nothing to do with words..."

SWAT!

Landing his strong hand firmly on her upraised ass certainly caught her attention, very little chance of conversational resolve now she realized. 

"Are you listening to me Lisey?"

SWAT SWAT

"Why should I have to put up with this attitude from you? These me-first childish antics will only get you in trouble..."

Letting loose with ten straight smacks to her taut, blue-jean covered bottom certainly had her attention, she could feel heat building up where he had started spanking and something told her he was far from finished. 

"No, baby, please, I promise I can change some things like that...this is so embarrassing baby, just let me up so I can make things better..."

"Oh I'm going to let you up alright...."

Her heart jumped that maybe she was wrong and it was all over. When she stood up though, she was greeted with a surprise that instantly sank her heart into her stomach. 

"Take your jeans down....NOW"

"B-b-but why? Didn't you let me up because we are done? I promise, I will be more patient...."

"Done? After a few swats over your jeans? No no no no no missy, you get those jeans down this instant so I can give you the spanking you really deserve or I will come over there and pull them down for you and you DON'T want that."

The stinging in her seat, the shame of being spanked and knowing more was coming her way, the feeling that things might never be the same with a man who could control her in this way, it was almost too much for her. While she wanted to fight everything she was feeling, she barely realized her hands on the zipper of her jeans, slowly undoing it before her Levis ended up bunched around her knees. She instinctively moved both hands over the front of her panties, unable to hide the blushing in her cheeks as her eyes moved to the floor. 

"Get back over my knee now you little brat, I have had enough of this," which was undoubtedly true. For the past month she had been unbearable, constantly pushing for more and more attention, paying no mind to what he was trying to get done, no matter how he explained how much it meant to him. Time to teach a little, he thought, time to teach that a relationship takes two and isn't entirely about what she wants.

"I said NOW!"

"O-o....ok honey......please.....please be nice to me.....you know, while you spank me....I'm scared...."

"Well....."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK over her pink-cotton panties.

"Maybe...."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK over her now wriggling behind.

"Owwww, baby, please....no more...."

"You should have thought of....."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK landing dead center on her bouncing ass, now pink enough to match her panties. 

"That when you were being so damn impatient!"

With that he fired away an absolute salvo of spanks to her ceiling facing cheeks, landing his hand left, right, perfectly center, and worst of all on that small area of vulnerability where her upper thigh met the very bottom of her butt, exactly where all the pressure goes when you sit down. 

"OOOOWWWWHOWHOWHOW!!! St-Stockton p-p-pleeeeeease baby, I know I've been impatient, im s-s-s-soooorrryyyy!! Please, it hurts, please no more...."

"Listen to me damnit," he paused to run his hand over her burning ass, calming her down with a little rubbing and patting, "things are going to be different around here from now on Lisey. From now on the relationship comes first and not just you, do you understand me you mouthy brat?"

" Yes yes yes Stockton, I swear I do, please, just give me time to adjust to this and everything will be better I promise...." She desperately hoped her words were not falling on deaf ears.

"Time to adjust? That has passed Lisey my dear, now it is time to accept and you WILL do jus that or I will adjust something else right now," he said as he snapped her panties at the waist. 

"B-b-but honey, really, this is all so new to me," she pleaded as she squirmed from the result of heat building up all over again, building up somewhere new and unexpected. 

"No arguments Lisey, not today." With that he dug his fingers into the waist of her panties and pulled. Pulled quick enough to surprise her and leave her speechless at her precarious position. Pulled them down low enough to meet her jeans and reveal her bright pink, almost red, perfectly curved and ample bottom. Time to really get the message across he thought.

"W-w-what...what....what's going on....what did you just do...." Lisey could barely tell what was going on. She could feel the sting in her ass, she could feel herself growing in anticipation and, shockingly, arousal. She didn't want to fight anymore, she wanted him to break her and build her back up again. 

"I know you might be angry with me, but I also know I have to," he warned. "Conversation just doesn't seem to get through to you," he added while patting her rosey flesh. 

After the tears on both her face and his shirt dried, she could barely remember how she got into his lap, his arms around her while he soothed her with kisses on top of her head and hands stroking up and down her back. Locking eyes with him their lips met in an embrace that their wedding day kiss instantly became jealous of. Her ass was absolutely on fire from her spanking, even now as she was stripped from the waist down allowed to cool off, but certain other things were unquenchably burning inside her now as well. 

"Lisey, I know that must have hurt like hell, but if we are going to be who we know we can be, then it had to happen. I'm the one in control of it all now baby, and you will never be underneath me as person, but you damn sure better get behind me or it's going to be more of the same every time I feel like you forgot how this is going to play out from now on." 

"Stockton, I know I have been impatient with you, but I was only trying to get your mind off things and back onto us."

"I think I knew that before I started."

"Then, why....."

"If you wanted to talk, you could have just talked. You tried to get around all of that and control the moment. That's my territory dear, and you had to find that out."

"It was like there was nothing I could do once you...."

"Took control of the moment? Yes Lisey, I know."

"Stockton?"

"Yes love?"

"I want just a 'taste' of control of this moment," she admitted as she slid off his lap onto her knees...

The End?